Sinkhole Abyss — For Her Eyes Only [p][m]

She had gripped him tightly, her nose hooked under his chin and he pulled her closer in return. "Will you do one last thing for me tonight?" The wind was roaring in his ears, wrapping her voice with the sounds of the sky. She seemed a little unsure, though Caedwyn hardly noticed. He himself was too caught up in the moment. "Take me, beneath Her gaze." Her words made his heart start pounding even faster. This was what she wanted. This was what he wanted. He wanted to share the night with her, now and forever. He tried to pull her even closer, but just as he did so, she suddenly pushed him away and unfurled her wings. He'd almost forgotten they were plummeting right towards the ground. His own wings flapped a little haphazardly, unsure of which way to orientate himself. Her shove away from him seemed to send him upside-down rather than out away from his original position. The green of trees whirled passed him. The ground was close now. "Shit." he cursed, realizing how close he was now. He twisted his body, trying to barrel-roll himself back to the correct position and give a thrust of his wings to avoid hitting the ground. It seemed to come just in time, as he managed to turn just in time. He could feel the grass whipping at his scales and his legs scraped against the ground as he veered less than a feet above the ground. "Oh SHIT." he repeated, as he suddenly realized that even though he had managed not to crash to his sudden death, now he was faced with avoiding the terrain as close proximity. And just ahead of him was a small gathering of trees. There wasn't time to avoid the collision as he shot through the foliage, branches breaking and shooting splinters into the air all around him. Leaves ripped from the tree and smacked against him with a surprising sting. CRACK. His body snapped a large branch as it passed and he closed his eyes, bracing for inevitable impact as he expected to lose control. But somehow he managed to come shooting out the other side of the branches. His eyes shot open, quickly looking around him as his legs outstretched and he clawed at the ground as he descended. He came skidding to a halt on the ground finally, his mouth opening as he gasped for air. The adrenaline rushed through is body and he looked back to the trees he had crashed through. Their broken branches lay haphazardly on the ground. But he'd survived. He looked down to survey his body for injuries. There was a cut on his leg, but with the adrenaline going, he wasn't sure how bad it was. It smarted a little but he pushed through it. Next his head swiveled around, titled up to the air to search for Enya. "Maybe landing isn't my thing," he called out jokingly. When his eyes finally found her, he moved toward her and waited for her to land. "Not too bad for a first time, right?" he chuckled. Suddenly, he felt a little nervous. He joked, but it was a little embarrassing crashing like that in front of her. Only moments before they had been holding each other in embrace and now he was dusting broken branches and leaves off himself. He gave a little shake of his neck, letting the ripple of movement move down his body from head to tail to dislodge any debris. Only moments before... his mind moved back to that moment and he stepped closer to Enya again, ignoring the pain in his leg. Her dragon form was so sleek and elegant. His eyes traced over her form slowly. His heart pounded. He licked his mouth slightly, a hint of nervousness making his breaths heavy and short. But despite that nervousness, he felt a hunger. He leaned in closer, raising his injured leg up. The motion may have looked like he was presenting it to her, but in only a moment it would be obvious. He pushed his dragon paw gently against the base of her neck - just where it connected to her chest. It was caressing, and yet had a strong pressure to it. He pushed against her, indicating she should lower herself down so he could come closer. He wasn't even paying attention if she was talking anymore. His eyes burned with desired. He yearned for her touch. She had asked something of him, and he yearned to obey. --- Dexterity to avoid hurting himself too badly in the landing. Success: Only some scrapes and cuts. Fail: A deeper cut on his leg, bruises, etc. - 4hp. Up to you if she allows him to get closer/proceed. Speech.

Caedwyn rolled the dice.

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Character Diceroll 1: Success
Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Dexterity.
544 was added for Level 3.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.

Thankfully, perhaps by her goddess' grace, she was able to flip herself around through the air and catch herself from falling and smashing into the earth. She wiggled in the air as she tried to find her balance in the sky once more. Once she had, as quickly as she could, she flipped through the air to spin and turn to find Caedwyn's figure. Her eyes first inspected the ground, afraid she might find him crumbled upon it. Her shove had slipped as she pushed against him and the angle had been off. It was possible she had pushed him straight into the ground unintentionally.  It wasn't on the ground she found him, but instead above the ground as he glided above it and headed right towards a gathering of trees. His figure suddenly disappeared into the foliage and Enya winced as she heard the crashing of branches echo. She hovered, anxious, and watched to see if he would come out the other side, her wings already flapping and her tail swinging to give her momentum to move towards him. As fast as his figure entered the foliage, it exited the other side with claw marks dug deep into the terrain. Even from this distance she could see the deep gouges.  Enya swooped down to land beside him, coming to a rough stop as she fumbled the landing in the favor of speed. By the looks of it, he had already started the process of looking himself over for injuries. He was chuckling as he greeted her, so he must be ok. "No, not at all. It was better than my first time" she chuckled in return, eyeing the wound on his leg. From there her eyes trailed up, observing the muscles as they flexed in his chest, then up his neck that she had the sudden urge to bite - not out of aggression of course. It continued northwards until it rested on his sharp golden stare, his gaze telling her that he was as hungry as she was.  He approached her and she felt her breath quicken with excitement. He reached his injured limb out to her, caressed her, and made his intention clear. She leaned into it at first - then chuckled and shoved him away playfully with her snout, her horns carefully placed in ways that they would not cut him. Then, she nipped at his neck to drive him further backwards, a twinkle in her eye. "Not like this." she giggled in her draconic tone, "I'll not have our first time together be in foreign bodies. We are under Her gaze tonight, after all." A mischievous grin spread wide across her dragon lips as she leaned in and whispered, "We can try that one later" She nipped again at his neck once more as she pulled away and shifted back into her wolf form - significantly smaller than Caedwyn's current draconic form. There she waited for him to dance with her through the night.  "Speech."