[Y! Skye wasn't kidding -- he's fast, and he knows how to dodge. Years of martial arts training taught him how to escape a hold, too; you'll have a hard time keeping a grip on him.]
*The Master, however, has the advantage of weaponry. And he's stronger than a human his size would be, quite a bit stronger in fact.
*Not to mention that he knows a few tricks with time. You can't survive a Time War without them. He focuses and speeds up--he can't do it for long, and it's not a big change, but it helps.* Whee! It's been too long since I did this.
[He has to rely on his preternatural ability to dodge and roll just to keep out of the Master's grip while he's at top speed, knowing he can't outmatch him sprinting. And he's laughing raucously all the way.]
Come get me, baby.
We may want to head to your journal soon, yeah? Since Creepiness approaches with a capital Creepy :D
*He can fly a little, too, using his leaking bioenergy as a sort of rocket.*
Chasing is hungry work, you know. You'll be a tasty roast when this is over . . . *And he pounces, leaping a good ten feet from a standing start.* I'll put you in the oven with just your head sticking out, so you can tell me how it feels. Have to prepare you first, of course, but that shouldn't take long.
Hey, that's cool as fuck! Will you take me flyin, since 'm lettin' y'eat me? Please, lovely?
[He jumps up so his body slams into the Master's, wrapping slender arms around the Master's neck and drags the Time Lord down, both of them rolling over and over after they land on a slope, with Skye snickering all the way -- determined to land on top.]
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How long ago was that? I'm forgetting
a few months? idk. it was on LJ, anyway.
I know that much LOL
Want to go hunting with me? I'm hungry.
heee well idek XD
:D
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How do you want to be served?
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Keep my head and throat intact so I can watch an' talk while you eat. Otherwise, y'can roast my limbs over an open fire for all the fucks I give.
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Now then, it's time for you to start running. Run, run!
*And off they go, y/y?*
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*Not to mention that he knows a few tricks with time. You can't survive a Time War without them. He focuses and speeds up--he can't do it for long, and it's not a big change, but it helps.* Whee! It's been too long since I did this.
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[He has to rely on his preternatural ability to dodge and roll just to keep out of the Master's grip while he's at top speed, knowing he can't outmatch him sprinting. And he's laughing raucously all the way.]
Come get me, baby.
We may want to head to your journal soon, yeah? Since Creepiness approaches with a capital Creepy :D
Chasing is hungry work, you know. You'll be a tasty roast when this is over . . . *And he pounces, leaping a good ten feet from a standing start.* I'll put you in the oven with just your head sticking out, so you can tell me how it feels. Have to prepare you first, of course, but that shouldn't take long.
http://totheskye.dreamwidth.org/443.html
[He jumps up so his body slams into the Master's, wrapping slender arms around the Master's neck and drags the Time Lord down, both of them rolling over and over after they land on a slope, with Skye snickering all the way -- determined to land on top.]
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*They don't land. Instead there's a crackle of energy and then they're flying.*
move to my journal after this?
[Skye shrieks in delight his chin on the Master's shoulder as they spiral up above the trees.]
This is fuckin' kickass, sweetness. We should do this more often -- you take me flyin', I feed you. Hey, d'you have sex?
Already there :D
Now flying, this is fun. *And he grins.* I'll fly you home for dinner, shall I?