// <span style='color:3D0707'>Timestamp</span> \\ <span style='color:690000'>Quarter:</span> Dyo <span style='color:690000'>Day:</span> 12th <span style='color:690000'>Year:</span> 81378 // <span style='color:#808080'>Nassor Runihura Akhenshu</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Rogue (A) Secondary Trade ¤ Aerokinesis (A) Tertiary Trade ¤ Languages (A) <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>\\ This is another private thread for Odi and my characters; Nassor and Odi. So, like the last time, please, don't join. Feel free to watch! But no posty. (I'm so sad with the overuse of sarcasm..) XD Ah, and for reference.. http://aggysstash.homestead.com/files/tilghe.htmthe tilghe translator</a>.</td></tr></table> \\ IC The remorse he felt at not being able to follow along behind her was quickly diminished as she grabbed his hand to fly through the halls, up stairs, and eventually to the Tsupeon. Their second touch had been more electrifying than the first, and the aerokinetic pendragon wondered idily if she was already beginning to show off for him. Whether she was or not, he chose to think so. It made him feel special. Upon arriving at the Tsupeon, his mouth drops open, just a little. It was enormous. Far larger than any other stadium he'd ever seen in his life. A gigantic jemdrull field was in the center, surrounded by littler fields all around, each set up with something different. Around the large jemdrull field was a track. Shutting his mouth and replacing awe with a smile, Nassor turns to Odi and gently squeezes her hand. (Though he really wished to squeeze something else..) <span style='color:#808080'>"Well, there's the track. Among other things.."</span> he looks around once more before returning to her gaze, <span style='color:#808080'>"What should we.. try first?"</span> He was about to ask what they should 'do' first, but given the fact that they were now in public, and their already heightened sexual tension, he didn't feel it wise to provoke it further. Social norms would be thrown to the wind, and the slim snow white femme would find herself enveloped in his charcoal arms. But for now he would remain with polite restraint. And after she had shown off (and he had gotten to watch certain portions of her frame as she ran), he would have to find a target at which to hurl his dagger. Showing off just was too much fun!
<span style='color:gray'> Looking around the enromous Tsupeon with interest, Odi made quick observations of the facilities that may come in handy. The track was fantastic - she'd been meaning to give it a test run ever since she'd moved in. Although she had only lived in the Dorm for a few days, and thought that she'd be able to resist the track until she'd settled herself in, Odi now could feel her feet twitching and itching for the need to run. Taking a few paces closer to the end of the track, which resided alongside some Gym equippment, Odi used her index finger one more to stroke the other's palm. This time though - it was clear that the electrical shock that came with it was a sly example of Elemental Sorcery, due to the small, electric-blue sparks emitting from within the two set's of fingers. A light grin creeping sneakily over feline lips, cobalt gaze glanced back at the charcoal coloured male. He wanted to see her talents, and so, she'd do her best to impress him with them. In fact, she was determined to impress him - one way or the other. Either way, she had to keep his attention. She spoke in a seductive tone as she walked towards the Gym equipment, still pulling Nassor along by a hand. "Well.. I wouldn't mind the poles a go before having a run. Just to warm up.. Besides, there's a lot of room over there for stretching." Smirking lightly, Odi wondered how the male would take such a comment. It was true though, before she did anything sporty, she'd have to stretch, and loosing her muscles. Lots of bending and flexing was truely needed.. Of course, only for her own safety. The stretching would have nothing to do with creating further sexual tension between herself and the other.. It was true. Odi was longing for him. Burning to rips his clothes from his body, and lay herself upon him. Pounce on him. Attack him. And perhaps, even bite him. Such a healthy and handsome male would definately make a fine meal.. But, she had to resist. Refusing to kill this one off, he'd have to be made aware somehow of her Vampiric nature.. Maybe she'd make him a creature like herself. Then they'de be able to live forever, doing as they please, and savaging each other without a care for anything or anyone else in the world. But, that bridge would be crossed when she came to it. For now, Nassor would be left in the dark. Just incase he ran at the site of a Vampire.. That certianly wouldn't do now. Nassor would at least have to fill sexual pleasures, first. </span>
Following along like an obedient puppy, the wolfish Nassor was in quite a good mood after hearing about her desire to stretch. Considering he only planned to throw his dagger, he didn't need to really stretch. ...Well, he'd just have to watch, then, wouldn't he? As the reach the area she'd verbally indicated, the male slides his hand from hers, though doesn't break contact with her skin. Instead he slides the hand up her arm and across her back to the opposite shoulder. His other hand naturally finds a place on the other shoulder, so the taller male was standing behind and off to one side of the femme, both hands on the soft curves of her upper back, his position close, but just short of rubbing his full frame against her back. From this, any bystander would assume he was coaching her, or somesuch. ... It gave him and excuse to touch her, didn't it? Bowing his head a bit, so his chin lies a few inches above her collarbone, he grins, <span style='color:#808080'>"I plan on practicing my pitiful dagger throwing once I've judged your grace and speed during your run, so personally, I have no need to stretch anything but my arms.."</span> Which could be easily accomplished by wrapping them about her middle right now.. <span style='color:#808080'>"But please don't let my lack of participation stop you!"</span> Yes, watching her contort and bend to loosen muscles, which he may be able persuade her to use later in altogether different ways, would certainly be exhilerating.
<span style='color:gray'> The smile which had remained content in soft fetures only grew at the feel of charcoal hands placed oh-so-nicely on shoulders. Well well, wasn't someone getting close? Only to Odi's delight, of course. Nassor must've found her need to stretch somewhat appealing, and this touching, was her her well-deserved reward. An unseen shiver running rapidly down snowy white spine at feeling the presence of Nassor's head so close to her neck, Odi's ears perked somewhat, listening to his words. But oh, how she would like to be the other way around - roles reversed. For her lips to be so devilishly close to Nassor's neck. In the corner of her mind though, she simply hoped that mis-matched eyes would not fall on the wound which had scared her when she was transformed - two small circles, showing where fangs of another had protruded her skin. Luckily though, it was quite well disguised by the thin layer of crisp ivorn fur. One would only really notice, if they were looking for something - or, were just that damn close. So, the other was not to stretch with her, hm? Tut tut.. "As you wish, love. But, I imagine dagger throwing does not include much.. Physical strain..? If so, we shall simply have to figure out someway to exercise you later.." As Odi started to speak, whip-like tail had slowly slipped down and around on of Nassor's legs, the fluffy cherry-black tip tickling and rubbing is lower leg muscles. As her speech was half way done, the tassle had risen, carressing upper muscles - found above knee height. But, as words trailed off with fantastic amounts of sexual nature implied within them, Odi had slipped teasingly from the male's grasp - tail following suit. But of course, with it's rising nature, fluffy tip had brushed lightly along Nassor's crotch area. Dear me. What an unfortunate accident. Wandering to an open stretch of grass, quite near all of the gymnastic equippment, cobalt gaze glanced back into bicoloured oculars cheekily once more. And it was there, a good few metres away from the other, Odi began to stretch. First rising onto her tip toes, arms stretched as high as possible, each and every muscle in the feline's body flexed, showing it's full potential. It was then, that she swooped. The top half of her body folded like a deck chair - her legs kept perfectly straight. The wholes of each of her palms touching the soft, lush, green grass. </span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*grins* Just had to say I loved that last bit - folding like a deck chair. hehehe! Oh, tormenting the poor male is horribly fun, isn't it? Yes, I'd say it is. XD</td></tr></table> That tail of hers had struck a nerve, several nerves actually. He'd already been glowing, but now he was positively sizzling. As such, he wouldn't be able to speak for a moment or two - too much effort was being placed on keeping control of a certain spasm-happy organ. He decided at that moment, with quite a bit of delight, I might add, that she was enjoying teasing him. Probably as much as he was enjoying being teased! The tone of her speech and her choice of words hadn't flown over his head, either. He'd been picturing the two of them in a wonderfully more intimate position since the moment he met her, not much more than half an hour past, and with her implication he grew almost giddy. He was downright celebrating in his mind at what he just might be giving and receiving shortly. He watches every muscle in her body strain as she reaches to the sky, and with a swift movement, she'd folded herself in half. He'd only seen one other femme do that before, the rest couldn't even get close. (Though, you'd be surprised how.. acrobatic.. one can become during a rough'n'tumble under the sheets..) The fur on the back of his neck shivers, and the mismatched male has to glance away. Otherwise it'd be quite obvious just what he was staring at with utmost intensity. Damn the fact they were in public! At that sudden realization (as he'd been quite preoccupied before) he takes a sweeping glance around the stadium. Should he need to, he would stare down and scare off any gangly boy staring at his love interest. Thankfully, most of the males were off practicing jemdrull on the opposite side of the stadium. Ah, yes. He was supposed to be stretching, wasn't he? Nassor extends both arms to the sides, level with his shoulders. Then, taking his right wrist in his left hand, he gently pulls a muscled arm across his chest - stretching out his shoulder. Repeated with the other side, he then moves on to flexing his fingers. All the while, keeping an eye on the snow white lady who was stretching not too far in front of him. He can't help but grin greedily: though flexing and wiggling his fingers to warm his grip up was nothing unusual, due to the femme being in front of him, it looked rather like he was sure to grab her. Meanwhile, Aodh had seperated from Nassor's shoulder quite a while ago. Winging his way around the stadium, as it gave him a purpose to fly, he found it quite horrible that there was no breeze to ride. Well, the tilghe would fix that. Witha seemingly cocky smile, the white creature calls up a nice light breeze. Unfortunately, the dome was not open to the outside, so this breeze ended up circling the dome, creating a mini wind-vacuum. Nothing deadly, or enough to knock anyone over, but it was never ending. Nassor sighs and shakes his head. He knew the culprit - Aodh could never help himself. He telepaths his companion, <span style='color:#808080'>{Aodh, ayo ser'd shiedi phiixim ur e miecit ehie. Nyz lera dulim nefi U dyct ayo dnum?}</span> The charcoal male waves a hand as if striking a chop downward and away from his body, ending the wind seconds after it had started. Aodh huffs, {U gryz dned. U vomd wyhkid.} And lands, alone, atop the tallest bleacher. If there was no breeze, then it was simply too much work to fly. He could watch them all from here, anyway. Nassor smirks and shakes his head bashfully, his flame colored hair waving in the process, while looking at Odi, <span style='color:#808080'>"Just Aodh, having a little fun.. no matter how many times I try and tell him different, he enjoys balking authority. Especially mine."</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Remaining folded for another ten seconds or so, the light breeze created by the snowy Aodh blew Odi's uneven tresses this way and that. Listening to Nassor's words quietly, cobalt gaze on him always as he 'stretched', the banded femme nods. So, the little critter was having some fun, hm? Odi couldn't blame him - with such incredible abilities, she too would be forever summoning breezes and floating various random objects. It was such a shame that the feline would not get chance to see Nassor's flexibility. If only he'd have something with the need to stretch for - to at least give the hungry female a glimpse of the manouvers that were almost surely guarenteed to come later. Continuing though, to both tease and pleasure the other, Odi lifts from her folded position. Although, instead of simply stopping once she resides in a straight, vertical position, she continues to move her body - backwards. This incredibly bendy stretch was one of her favourites, as she would almost flip from a straight, folded position, into a balanced hand-stand. Having folded back as far as possible, hands rested on lush grass once more, feet followed - until they pointed straight up in the air. Odi was upside down. Standing on her hands alone. A grin hidden by cherry-black bangs, which had fallen in front of her whole visage, Odi would simply have to listen for a reaction. Even better - she might even feel one? Perhaps Nassor would resist no longer, and would simply tackle her into the ground.. Images of an animalistic charcoal beast throwing her to the floor filling her head, Odi tried to get a look at Nassor's expression, through unevenly lengthed tresses.</span>
Nassor's body shudders involuntarily as she bends over backwards, and then kicks up to a hand stand. Flexibility and strength? Why the fun he would have with this one.. assuming she let him get that close, of course. But, the fact of the matter was he was tempted. Oh, ever so tempted. Naturally, he had been tempted since a second he had lain eyes on her. But now more than ever, knowing both an inkling of her seductive personality, and now her physical prowess.. Should he at least comment on her flexibility (and perhaps how much it excited him)? No.. not yet. But later he would exploit it to her fullest capacity, to be sure! An idea springing to mind, he walks around her, so again, he's facing her back, and squatting down, he gently brushes her bangs from in front of her eyes. Grinning impishly, the male simply states, <span style='color:#808080'>"I thought you might enjoy some company down here."</span> Referring to how close her face was to the ground, while her feet were in the air. In two swift movements, one to place his hands shoulder length apart, and the other to kick out his back legs, he straightens his back out flat as a board. While she was upside down for the moment, he would get in a few push ups. One handed, no less. Spreading his legs, and placing his left arm behind his back, he balances on his hand and feet. This was easy enough for the male - he could do several one handed push ups before tiring, and then, he would simply switch arms! He winks at her, before looking at the ground (to keep his neck in alignment with his spine), and begins each effortless press. He would do about twenty, then switch to his left hand. All the while admiring the dirt in front of his ebony nose - which left her free reign to examine him for a change.
<span style='color:gray'> Nassor certainly was one to offer his company, wasn't he? Such a gentleman. First, offering to keep her company in the Dorm, and now, he'd taken place at her feet. Well, her hands, anyway. Bright, sapphire gaze peeking through dangling cherry-black tresses, Odi found it difficult to find her balance, after a rather sexy wink was directed her way. Quite thrown off by it - as well as turned on - her fingers clung to the grass beneath them somewhat, making sure that her grip was still steady. But, once the feline had finally steadied herself, he balance became scarce once more. Nassor had flattened his body, and was now easily pulling off press-ups. One handed, none the less. So, she had a strong one, here. Perfect. Wanting nothing more to slide under Nassor's charcoal body, his up-and-down movements creating wild sexual images in her mind, Odi simply had to close her eyes to even think about concentrating. Nassor was a fantastic flirt - a worthy foe. Never had the feline come across such a strong-willed 'dragon, able to flirt and tease just as long as she was. Aware that Nassor would not see her with his nose to the dirt, Odi still practices one of her favourite stretches - and one that may come in handy at some point in the not-to-distant future! Wrists trembling ever so slightly, having been holding up trim torso for so long, Odi clenches her teeth, holding the stretch. In a slow but refined movement, her legs slowly open, toes pointed and remaining straight. Within a few moments or so, there she remained - legs opened in mid-air splits. With such sexual tension and arousal already flowing through her body in large waves, her southern-regions pulsing and filled with white-hot heat, the banded wild cat found it awfully hard simply to hold this pose much longer, without exploding. At feeling blood rush to her head, legs close once more - and slim figure bends towards the charcoal figure performaing endless amounts of efortless one-handed press-ups. Somewhat flipping herself, Odi lands near-silently, feet landing one each side of Nassor's head. If her were to roll over, he'd have a rather pleasant view straight up at black hot pants, right in between thin white legs. Perhaps even, with keen enough eyesight, he'd see straight up a leg hole.. A sly grin sweeping over her maw, Odi walks straight over the stone coloured 'dragon, her feet still either side of his muscled torso. Tail hanging 'limp', it traced silently over Nassor's back, over the wrist of the hand kept behind his back, and right over his rear end. When finally, the felie had walked all over the male, so to speak, she took a place on the ground, diagonally behind him. From here, she could sit and watch him perform these impressive one-handed press-ups.. With a rather excellent veiw of the rear end that her tail had just stroked, moments before.</span>
As she straddled his skull, he did tilt his head the slightest, to look at her ankle. A grin had crept across his features, as he really wished to turn around and look up that delicious leg of hers. The snow white ankle soon left his line of sight, but he was rewarded with the tickling touch of her tail, trailing down his spine, wrist, and buttocks. His own tail flicks in response, but by then she'd already stepped away. It didn't stop his tail flame from burning brighter, however! On one press, as he pushes up, he jumps hands mid air, landing on his left, right tucked behind his back, and on his way down. From this he continues his one-handed push ups, from the left this time! Sixth sense told him she wasn't far off. And it also told him she was behind him. With a malicious grin, the male curls his tail and waves it, as if a flag - as if keeping it still was cramping it. The payoff was that both of his cheeks were then revealed, as well as his massive thighs, calves, ankles and feet. Nassor remains this way for a good twenty push ups on his left, before he decides to stand. Glancing behind him to check for where she was, he sheds his outer shirt - the dark blue unbuttoned shirt. Tossing it to the side, he looks again to Odi. <span style='color:#808080'>"You know, perhaps my back needs a little stretching.."</span> Spreading his legs double shoulder width, the male leans to the right and to the left, his torso almost entirely parallel to the ground each time. Forward he bends, palms on the grass, showing off a chiseled hind end in jeans, that when stretched as he was, showed every muscle on his back side. He stands again, placing his legs together, and with a quick check behind him, he squats and preps - throwing straight arms down. Popping up, the charcoal show off performs a back hand spring into a single back layout. Upon landing with underplayed flair, his devlish grin returns, and he slowly saunters back to his ivory colored lady. <span style='color:#808080'>"I think I'm warmed up.. are you?"</span> Naturally, if any stretches she had need of doing required a partner, she would need to look no further!
<span style='color:gray'> Biting her bottom lip at the sight of a curling tail, both of Nassor's cheeks revealed, both of Odi's hand clings to the grass around her body hopelessly. She was even more tempted now, simply to throw herself upon the other, and savage him right here, right now - in broad daylight, right in the middle of the Tsupeon. Nassor was such a tease.. His every movement sent unseen shudders down a certain feline spine. Watching as the stone coloured male stands from his press-up position, and glances back to her, a sly wink is rapidly sent his way. Grinning as a dark blue shirt is shed, a hand extends out to the side to catch it. Plucking it from the air moments before it was to hit the ground, Odi snatches it up, gathering it close to her body. After descretely taking in it's scent - that of the irresistable male before her, she whips it over her shoulders, wearing it unbuttoned over her clothing, just as Nassor had. Although of course, the deep cerulean material easily swamped her - sleeves baggy and reaching her elbows. Biting her lip once again, even harder this time - careful not to draw blood with sharp, Vampiric fangs, cobalt gaze rests always on chiseled backside, hidden behind tight denim material. Pulling blades of grass clear from the earth this time with frustration, smallest of winces strains in polar white throat. Odi wanted Nassor. And she would have him. Sooner or later. Watching in awe as her turned back to her, and started to walk towards her, Odi quickly dusts the blades of grass from her fingers, and hides pearly whites behind lips. There was no need for Nassor to see the clues refereing to her needs. "Well, my Love.. I'm almost done. Although, I think a few sit-ups wouldn't go a miss." Feeling the sheer obligation to return such a fantastic display of teasing, Odi sits to face the other now, knees bent up - so her bare feet are only a few feet roughly aware from her rear end. Directing yet another wink at the other, Odi leans backwards, until her back lies level on the ground. Arms resting behind her head, she calls out to Nassor in an 'innocent' tone, still clearly teasing. A wicked and devilish grin smearing across her lips.. "Nassor, be a Dear..? Bend down and press my feet to the ground, won't you?"</span>
Sit at her feet? And resist the impulse to cover her frame with his? Oh, this was going to be quite difficult. But he was certainly up to the challenge. Nassor smiles in reply to her teasing, <span style='color:#808080'>"Why, of course I will!"</span> He kneels in front of her, mere centimeters from her toes. He spreads his own knees to either side of her feet. With dark hands, he places them atop her knees, restraining the impulse to slowly pry those ivory joints apart and slide his fingers down her thighs. Instead, his fingertips slide the other way. His palms caress her shins as his fingertips wrap around her delicate legs and slide down her calves, until his darkly colored hands have wrapped around her feet, pressing them with light force into the grass. Nassor, who had been watching her legs, now looks to her face, and grins, yet again, <span style='color:#808080'>"Ready when you are."</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Biting her bottom lip for a third time now in a very short period of time (no longer caring if Nassor was to see), Odi resists the urge simply to open her legs for the gravel-coloured male. How she'd love to pull him by the scruff of the neck, up through her legs, and kiss him passionately, all the while, her free hand tugging at his jeans, and pulling them free of his waist. Rip off whatever the hell he was wearing as an under garment.. Charcoal tinted touch was so arousing, soft fingertips slipping and sliding about her lower body. Cobalt hued eyes close, a sly smile drawing over delicate feline features, Odi letting her imagination take over for a few moments, and simply pretend that a certain pair of hands were venturing in another direction. Ready when you are. Debating in her mind for a moment, Odi's oculars remained closed, even after she spoke in return to her new interest. The tables would now turn once more, and it would be the duo-banded wild cat's turn to leave Nassor begging for more. "Thanks. I'll have to repay you for your services sometime later." Step one - a cleverly placed suggestion, which would guarentee to sprout thoughts of a sexual nature into the other's head. Eyes still closed, elbows drew to the sky slightly. A rather sneaky tactic.. As even though it simply looking like a method of lifting the head for sit-ups, it would also create a rather fantastic level of clevage. Oh, the wonders of small, black vest tops. And last, but not least, with closed eyes - bottom lip would remain bitten, to of course suggest the strain of the stretch. It wasn't her fault that sit-ups weren't actually that strenuous to her, or that her face might resemble one of a very steamy, sexual nature. With that, stomach muscled tensed, and Odi began to perform sit-up after sit-up - just as Nassor had done before with his impressice one-handed press-ups. And of course, with eyes closed.. How was she to notice if one wanted a sneaky peak at that delicious cleavage?</span>
The clevage presented to him was hardly overlooked. He found himself leaning forward, as she continued her sit ups. Whoops. Almost couldn't control the urge to bury his face amongst her breasts. The soft curves of the female were quite tormenting. Licking his lips, as suddenly he found his mouth quite dry, he sits back, watching her like a hunter after prey. He would almost certainly devour her later. Her words rattled through his head, and he could only let his imagination run rampant on what she'd do to repay him. ...A very, very, very dirty imagination. Nassor knew he'd betray his status if he spoke - what with being so excited now he could hardly contain himself - that he remains silent. Mismatched eyes taking in all about her - her stomach, chest, arms, and yes, even the little bit lip.
<span style='color:gray'> Unknowing as to Nassor's reactions, Odi simply made an assumption that he wanted her. Surely he did? And even if things were otherwise - it's not as though he had a choice anymore. What Odi wants, Odi gets. After hitting her tenth sit-up, cobalt gaze slowly drew open, snapping up a view of Nassor's mis-matched gaze sweeping and washing over her body. A satisfied grin spreading over visage, she silently continued reeling off sit-ups, all the time watching Nassor's greedy and travelling eyes. Unlike most females, Odi didn't really have morals. She loved to be watched - finding it flattering. And of course, especially by such a handsome creature as Nassor. To make him aware of her now ever-present gaze, on one pull up, chest area was thrusted forward more so than before. It was almost as though she was trying to catch a certain ebony nose in tantalizing clevage. </span>
Well, she was making it too hard to resist. But.. he wouldn't touch her above the belt. No, not yet. Instead, his hands leave her feet and trail back up her legs, quicker than before. This time he does what he wished to do before, and spreads her knees. Not far, but enough, perhaps a foot or so. He cranes his head downwards in the same instant, and wraps his open jaws around her left inner thigh, just above her knee. He wouldn't bite her, or hurt her, but ivory fangs graze across her skin for a flash of a second, before he plants a kiss in the same location. Not a second after, he looks up, meeting her gaze with his own mismatched eyes. Grinning impishly, his right hand flies to her stomach, and runs along her frame, wrapping around her back. Pulling the girl close to him, bodies pressed together by his firm embrace, he stands - taking Odi with him. A soft growl preceeds his voice, <span style='color:#808080'>"Now, I do believe you have to run, otherwise I'll have nothing to catch! And keeping you here would simply be far too easy.."</span> As it stood, his right arm was around her lower back (his hand placed tantalizingly on the upper part of her right buttock - he wanted to go lower and simply squeeze, but that would wait), and though he'd used his left arm to help him stand up, his left, too, had found a place around her upper back, effectively pinning the ivory pendragon against him. A sensation he found he enjoyed immensely. He would, however, release her, because now he had the extreme desire to chase her, and hunt her down. Ultimately, to have her as soon as he caught her. All males were faster than the average female, but this femme was trained to run. It would be a challenge to keep up with her, a challenge he was ready to meet! All the more animalistic excitement to add to the inevitable end to this powerful flirting.
<span style='color:gray'> Tables turned once more - within seconds. Forever watching, Nassor had suddenly done what it seemed they had both wanted. Odi's legs were easily opened, as she wouldn't have taken much coaxing at all anyway. Her heart skipping a beat as flaming-haired head swept down in between the gap created by spread legs, breath was caught in polar hued throat, that feeling of arousing ecstasy filling feline frame. For a mere split second, an explusion of heavy breathing flowed through parted lips, showing simply how much she physically wanted and needed Nassor. Vampiric instincts oh-so-close to taking over at the feel of another set of fangs grazing her skin, Nassor was simply lucky that he stopped so soon, planting a kiss upon inner thigh. A few moments more, and he would've found himself pressed hard against the ground, feminine body on top of him, and fangs sunk deep into throbbing neck veins. Listening intently, and hanging off of every word that rolled from silvery tongue, a devilish grin drew dangerously across lips - lips that wanted nothing more than to trail over every inch of Nassor's masculine frame. So, he wanted to chase her, hm? Well, good luck to him. So far, Odi had out run almost every male that she had come across - having been a runner for the best part of her life. She was built for speed - built to run great distances without tirering. And so, Nassor would be running for an awfully long time to catch her.. Which meant energy wasted, which could in fact be used for something far more exciting. So, she'd keep him in suspence for a while. Once around the track. And then.. She'd slow down. She'd let her prey tackle her to the floor, and then.. Who knows? Although feeling quite comfortable, pressed up against muscled chest, Odi soon slips from Nassor's strong grip. Although his large shirt may cause her some air resistance, she was reasonably confident that she could still out run him, at least for one lap. Turning her back on the mute coloured male, and bending both forward and over somewhat, ready to run - rear end was on display once more, teasing. With a sly grin, tail lifts - giving a better veiw for a split second, before it swoops down, whipping the upper part of Nassor's left leg. Was she trying ot provoke? Or simply hinting at what exactly turns on such a devious little creature like herself? With that thought most likely floating around Nassor's mind, Odi took off into a run, hitting the Tsupeon track within seconds. The track was indeed also built for runners, made of course, rough material, much like semi-soft gravel. The pads underneath naked bipedal feet though, had grown tough - and found the track no different from running along beaches, or through fields. Wild and uneven tresses immediately throwing themselves back with the sheer speed of Odi's movement, it was clear that she was infact built to run. Within mere seconds of leaving the Nassor behind, she was a quater of the way around the track.</span>
A throaty growl surges up from the pit of his stomach, along with a excited hunter's snarl. As he watches her frame dart away from him, it doesn't take long before the male has exploded from his position, racing after her around the track taking the same lane she'd picked. He would race her fairly and honestly, rather than simply cutting across the field to save time! She was fast, there was no doubt. He keeps from grinning - an open mouth would simply slow him down. But he was grinning inwardly. He liked a girl that could kick his ass in something - it made it a challenge to keep them interested. He had found long ago, when the pair weren't equals, it bored the one who was superior. He knew he would find no boredom with this relationship! He felt rather up the the challenge for several reasons. He hated shoes - so the pads on his feet were tough. Not like some scabbed ground would keep him from such a prize! And he was a rogue by lifestyle. He ranged and roamed, and traversed the continents of Ramath-lehi. His stamina was exceptional, matched and surpassed only by those who ran for a living. With Nassor's lush, full tail streaming behind him, his legs pump his body forward, his toes pushing off the ground, his stride lengthening as he goes. Had be been anywhere but the track, his hind claws would've been extended, digging into the dirt to give him better traction and push. He leans forward into the wind, taking advantage of his wolfish physique - his narrowed angular face across a stream-lined brow and pinned ears face to the wind. Had he stood straight up his muscular chest would have impacting far too much resistance. Leaning forward, he felt faster. His speed was evidenced by how the gap between them was shortening. Either she wanted him as badly, and was slowing to let him capture her, or he was gaining on her. He didn't really care which was the case - the only thing on his mind was the prize awaiting him - his ego and pride were nonexistant. Who cares how he won, so long as he did? Seeing her closer, his energy is renewed from his bursting sprint, and he puts more effort into this hunt. System working furiously to supply his muscles with energy and oxygen, his legs and arms work to fuel him forward, ever closer to the one he wanted so desperately.
<span style='color:gray'> Acute hearing began to pick up the sound of more feet on the track - and ones that were certainly moving at a rapid speed. Nassor. And, he wasn't far behind. Odi had underestimated him - as even though she wasn't running at full speed, she was still running pretty damn fast. He certainly was eager. As was she. Thinking clearly about the whole situation at this point, Odi grins lightly to herself. Why the hell was she putting effort in? The last thing that she wanted was to get away from the animalistic creature behind her. In actual fact, she wanted to be quite the opposite - she wanted to be as close to him as possible. Having decided with that, that it was time to be captured, she begins to slow rather dramatically, although - still running at a fairly quick speed compared to most other female 'dragons running at their fastest. Still in a run - although it was a slow run, it was not a jog - Odi dared not to look back. She wished for the thrill of a suprise - how would Nassor 'catch' her? Would he simply slow with her, or next to her? Or would he sweep her romantically up into large, ashen grey arms. Odi wished for neither. A wicked, devilish feeling surged within her - she longed for something more violent, and exciting. To be thrown to the floor and savaged - bitten, scratched, used, raped. But of course.. This would all have to wait. She knew that well, as they weren't about to do anything here, in the middle ofthe Tsupeon, with people around. They needed their one space to both torture and pleasure one another.. Didn't they? Still in a reasonably slow run, cobalt gaze spotted the place upon the track that she had started. Just as she had predicted. Once around the track - and then, it was game over. Well, this game, anyway..</span>
Once again, the male damned social norms. Nudity wasn't a problem. But sexually attacking someone in plain view, as if putting on a show, was not considered.. polite. So he would have to keep his pants on. ... Until they were somewhere private, that is! The gap between them had shrunk considerably. If he were a few feet closer, he could've touched her flaming locks of hair flying behind her. Nassor smiles savagely, and, not wanting to disappoint, as he had inferred wanting to catch her, puts on one last burst of energy to come up along her right side, and just a little behind. At their speed, it didn't take much to throw either of them off balance. Which is exactly what he did. On purpose. Just a gentle shove, which he then followed with wrapping his arms about her, as if protecting her. Which, essentially he was. The grass was soft, but he wished to take the brunt of the landing. Injuring the femme was certainly not in intent! It was apparent, however, that grass stains would certainly abound on his white guinea T and jeans once they were through. To soften the blow of his semi-tackle, he rolls. One arm presses her body against his, so there was no severe jolting, and the other protects her skull from any bumps. Tumbling through the grass of the jemdrull field was simply an added thrill, thanks to the momentum they had both built up by their speed. The last roll lands with Nassor on his back, his prize atop him, straddling his stomach. Breathing heavily, his chest heaving from the abrupt stop, the male grins. He reliquishes his protective grip from her, but instead rests his hands atop her thighs. It takes a moment or two before he regains his breath, but once he does, his grin endures with added mock thoughtfulness, <span style='color:#808080'>"I think this means I win.."</span> The male laughs and takes another few breaths, before his gaze turns playful, yet soft at the same time, <span style='color:#808080'>"So, my lovely Odi.. when and where do I get to claim my prize?"</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Spotting Nassor creep up on her with stealth, Odi glances back slightly, still running at a moderate speed. Shocked but excited as she felt a shove to her side, the feline yelped somewhat, feeling herself fall onto the grassy area in the middle of the track. Grinning as charcoal arms snake around her torso on impact, the pair hit the ground with a thud. Laughing through the exhilirating roll, arms wrapped tightly around Nassor's neck, Odi soon finds herself in a rather comfortable position, a top a certain male's stomach. Feeling hands placed on her thighs, Odi thinks quietly and thoughtfully at the way in which Nassor had protected her during the fall, still panting all the while. He had pulled her tightly into his body on impact, and protected her head with his free arm. So thoughtful a creature was the banded feline sat upon at this very moment. Finally catching her breath, and listening all the while to Nassor's sexy, seductive and suggestive words, a devilish grin sweeps across feminine muzzle. Just to make it sure in the male's mind that he was to get a prize, the feline leans forward, pacing a hand either side of his head. Lowering her head quickly, she stops his lips with hers, satisfying her own needs for a moment - doing something that she'd longed to do for such a long time. Kissing charcoal coloured lips deeply and passionately, fingers began to run through flame coloured hair, stroking and clinging to the fur near Nassor's scalp. Light moans and purrs escaping from snowy white throat, Odi slowly started to slip salmon pink tongue into the others mouth, both licking and nibbling at his lips - still careful not to draw any blood. Pressing her body down into Nassor's, her crotch area especially, Odi finds it near impossible to break away.. Finally resisting to take the male right there and then, Odi pulls away, still running fingers slowly through ember-coloured bangs. Grinning lightly down at the dark male, Odi winks sneakily, before slipping from his body and standing. Holding a hand out, and pulling him up with her, arms are wrapped about masculine waist slyly. "You'll get your prize in our little Dorm, as soon as we get there.." Smirking at Nassor, whom was obviously just as eager as her to get back to their little Dormitory, Odi allows herself to be gathered up into his arms, and carried out of the Tsupeon. After all this time, they were both soon to get what they had both longed and craved for.</span>
