Post by PhazonDragon on Dec 23, 2010 19:34:25 GMT -5
Groggily sitting up in bed, I’nao rubbed his eyes. He was... naked. Okay, that wasn’t too out of place. Plenty of times he’s awoken naked. The bluerider yawned, and glanced around... It was so dark out. Wasn’t it light out? No... It had to be evening or something. Did he really just wake up from sleep? Well yeah, but did he sleep through the morning and afternoon? Moving his hand to rest behind him, his palm brushed skin that shouldn’t be on that side of the bed. Eyes wide, I’nao turned, his black hair falling into his face, to see the sleeping form of a woman in his bed.
“Eee–” Clamping a hand over his mouth. I’nao silenced his shriek of confusion. Who was she, and why was she in his bed, and why was she naked? Trying to calm himself, I’nao took deep breaths. However, that distinct smell made it’s way into his nose. That smell. In sudden realization, the bluerider stiffened. The color drained from his face as he realized what just happened. There was a Flight, with Pixieth, and Lothaia... And Tamahome, beautiful-looking Tamahome. But Zimanrath won.
Awake? Did you sleep well? Zimanrath asked, inching closer to Pixieth so that he could drape one purple-shaded wing over her small form. Maybe you don’t need only men after all.
“Zimanrath!!” I’nao hissed, throwing off the covers and hastily getting out of the bed. He looked around the room, and for the first time, noticed that it wasn’t his. There were no personal belongings in the room, so it must have been one of those empty ones... The bluerider was stark naked and that only made him blush. His dark eyes scanned the room. Aha! There! His boxers! I’nao vaguely remembered that he had gone to the Flight nearly naked, and slipped his boxers on. Much better, for the time being.
Oh shards, shards, shards! He had to get out of here! Lothaia was still asleep, the bluerider hoped, and he darted around the room, trying to figure out what he could do. He could leave. He should leave. He... He spent a number of hours with a woman! What would Keltin think.
Oh. Keltin.
What would Keltin think?
His step faltered, and I’nao found himself thinking only of his gorgeous wher handler, whom he wanted to see so badly. So badly in fact, that the rider bumped into a chair in the room, knocking it over, and proceeded to trip over it. I’nao landed on the floor with a loud thump, injured and surely going to bruise. He bit his lip and tried to disengage his limbs from from the legs of the chair. The noise must have woken the female rider up... What was he going to do??
“Eee–” Clamping a hand over his mouth. I’nao silenced his shriek of confusion. Who was she, and why was she in his bed, and why was she naked? Trying to calm himself, I’nao took deep breaths. However, that distinct smell made it’s way into his nose. That smell. In sudden realization, the bluerider stiffened. The color drained from his face as he realized what just happened. There was a Flight, with Pixieth, and Lothaia... And Tamahome, beautiful-looking Tamahome. But Zimanrath won.
Awake? Did you sleep well? Zimanrath asked, inching closer to Pixieth so that he could drape one purple-shaded wing over her small form. Maybe you don’t need only men after all.
“Zimanrath!!” I’nao hissed, throwing off the covers and hastily getting out of the bed. He looked around the room, and for the first time, noticed that it wasn’t his. There were no personal belongings in the room, so it must have been one of those empty ones... The bluerider was stark naked and that only made him blush. His dark eyes scanned the room. Aha! There! His boxers! I’nao vaguely remembered that he had gone to the Flight nearly naked, and slipped his boxers on. Much better, for the time being.
Oh shards, shards, shards! He had to get out of here! Lothaia was still asleep, the bluerider hoped, and he darted around the room, trying to figure out what he could do. He could leave. He should leave. He... He spent a number of hours with a woman! What would Keltin think.
Oh. Keltin.
What would Keltin think?
His step faltered, and I’nao found himself thinking only of his gorgeous wher handler, whom he wanted to see so badly. So badly in fact, that the rider bumped into a chair in the room, knocking it over, and proceeded to trip over it. I’nao landed on the floor with a loud thump, injured and surely going to bruise. He bit his lip and tried to disengage his limbs from from the legs of the chair. The noise must have woken the female rider up... What was he going to do??
