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10. The Perch ( SMUT )

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In the morning we headed off early like I said. We walked the whole way up the Hallelujah mountains. They floated like magic. Every cliff we skimmed across had a fatal drop but yet such a beautiful view. Every now and then I'd have to drag Miles up by his wrist to get him to catch up or we'd be there late afternooon.

But after hours of leaping across, walking, climbing, and skimming we finally started closing in. We were an hours way now.

We had stopped at the top of a climbed floating mountain. Showing us a dead end. The mountain above us was disconnected and too high to jump and grab.

Miles groans annoyed, looking for a way around or up. But I place a hand against his chest. Standing and waiting as the mountain rotated. Showing off vines hanging from the side. After a few minutes they were close enough. "Jump." I say, leaping from the top rock onto a sturdy vine and climbing my way up. Miles follows beneath me.

Finally we reach the waterfall, leading too the Ikrans perch through.

I tighten my bow around my torso. It had gotten considerably late for the whole days journey. It wasn't dark but it was getting dim. Miles moves infront of me to skim shuffle along the edge of the cliffs, the waterfall splashing and striking us playfully. My hand presses against Miles' bare chest. "Remember to move as I showed you." I note, holding him back from moving. He nods. "I'll try, no promises."

With a sigh I rub the skin over his heart. "Remember, inside. You must choose an Ikran and it must choose you." Miles' breath catches before nodding shortly.

We start moving forward carefully. Appearing on the other side were loud screeching of the startled creatures. Eyeing us as we approached, they stand alerted.

Miles advances around them as I perch on as large spare rock to watch over. "What, your not getting one?" Miles asks, not turning his head but aiming his words at me. "No, I have Stri'wey. I do not need." I reply carefully, being eyed by an Ikran challenging me to tame it. I hiss warningly, letting the creature know I'm taken.

In silence Miles truds deeper into the Ikran perch. I watch cautiously incase he'd be attacked off-guard. But luckily, he was untouched. And soon enough he stopped at an Ikran. His ears perked at it.

The creature hissed at him. Miles hissed back, taking on its challenge.

A smirk rises Miles' lips smugly. "Lets dance." He says slyly. And with that, the Ikran lunges at him. Miles dodges it like I showed him but is quickly smacked against the side by the creatures head. "Move! Move as I showed you Miles." I call out, Miles gives me a glance before trying once more. Curling the firm vine around the Ikran's mouth, keeping it locked incase it would try biting him with its teeth.

Then Miles swings himself upon its neck. Gripping its head and neck to stop it from batting him off. "The bond! Make the bond!" I call with a grin. Miles grins back at me breathlessly as he goes to grab the queue behind his head. With sharp movement the ikran bats its head up and throws Miles off. He skids infront of me. Catching his feet before trying again.

"Miles, like I showed you!" I remark loudly, one hand on the floor as I crouched lowly. The other hand flared behind me. "Can't you help?" He asks back, kicking out at the Ikran as they tackle on the ground. "I cannot, it is you that has to do it." Miles wraps both legs around the Ikrans head, locking his ankles together and calves keeping the snarling creature down.