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Post by Akira on Jun 18, 2012 20:59:23 GMT -4
i have got so much to give, i swear i do
i may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new [/font][/color][/i][/b]  yes i've lived a good one, i have tried to be true
there are some things i never realized, till i met you[/font][/color][/i][/b] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
They hadn’t been back in Trelis Weyr all that long before the large dragoness started showing signs of rising. But the man never thought that she would rise that soon after arriving. They had barely just been assigned a weyr before she slept. Of course she had been moody, but then again, she had been moody the entire time the pair had been part of the Rebellion. So at first the young topaz rider had no idea that his dragoness would rise so soon, but now that she slept so soundly, he was afraid. This was her first time rising, and the first time he would experience the flightlust that he had heard so much about, and not all of it was good. He only hoped that the woman he loved so much would come and rescue him from his dragon...and himself for that matter. But he didn’t have much time to think about that this clear, star filled night.
D’tri was sound asleep until he heard a sound that seemed to fill the entire world. He bolted up and was running to the ledge where his topaz Chahaturth had been sleeping only seconds before. Apparently the topaz dragoness didn’t feel that she should warn her rider that it was her time to rise. She had woken up with a roar already forming in her chest, and it didn’t take long for her to open her large, sharp toothed, jaw and release a sound so loud that her rider would have sworn that she had shaken their weyr. Now she was gliding, almost effortlessly, towards the feeding grounds and already the two of them had started their battle of wills. Chahaturth wanted to gorge herself on the warm flesh of the beasts she killed while D’tri screamed at her, both through their mental connection and out loud, to just blood them.
In the end only half a beast was eaten and the other six-in-a-half had been blooded before the sub-queen rose on giant wings that seemed to glitter with red sparkles in the clear, bright moonlight. Come if you dare but be warned this will be no easy flight to win. I am no simple minded green to be won over by pretty words! The scream that was Chahaturth’s call to all the males of Trelis echoed in the silent night air as her large wings bore her up into the night sky. While her rider stood in the center of the ledge watching with wide, petrified eyes as he watched his dragon rise for the first time. For a little over two turns now he had only seen her as she had been when she had hatched, little dragonet that needed him to take care of her, and protect her. When had she grown into a fully grown dragoness? When had she stopped needing him to protect her? When had he started needing her to protect him?
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] woo woo, here I come, woo woo, back to you
there ain’t no home like the one you got
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Post by Elessar on Jun 18, 2012 21:55:30 GMT -4
NOW YOU'RE THINKING TOO FAST [/color][/font] you're like marbles on glass [/i][/b][/color][/font]  does it trouble your mind[/color][/i][/b][/font] THE WAY YOU TROUBLE MINE [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
S'bel had been running drills all day, and the man was exhausted. Being a Wingleader was his duty, and he loved every moment of it, but sometimes he just wanted to skip a day, or even a sevenday. He knew, however, that this would be impossible. Thread was falling now, and it wasn't about to stop just because he was a bit tired.
It was late, near midnight, and S'bel had just finished copying out reports, as well as a few of the older records. Despite not strictly being part of his duties, copying the records helped calm his mind after a tiresome day. For some reason, however, it hadn't worked as well as it usually did.
So tonight... he would have a break. Or so he thought.
Stretching, his blue eyes closing as his muscles tightened and then relaxed, the man thought he'd head down to the bathing pools for a nice, quiet, relaxing bath. Faranth knew he could use it. Pushing his chair back, he stood up, and moved to find the things he would need for a bath.
As he passed by his bronze dragon's prone form, he heard a dragon's scream from outside. In a mere heartbeat, Maerath was awake, his red eyes already swirling purple and red. S'bel closed his eyes and hung his head. So much for a quiet night.
Maerath roared and flared his wings, causing S'bel to dive to the side to avoid getting hit. The bronze shot from the Weyr like a rocket, determination etched in every line of his body. S'bel knew he would try even harder to win this flight, since he had failed at Izanycorth's.
But the rider wasn't sure how he felt about that. He had something great with R'vin. Something he didn't want to give up. So it seemed to him that he was back to the exact same problem he had been in with Alyara: love, or duty? At that moment, the flightlust hit him, and he found his feet carrying him to D'tri's Weyr.
He decided, as he entered, that even if Maerath won... he would choose R'vin, the rider of a blue, over D'tri, a topaz rider. For the first time in his life, he would choose love over duty... and be glad about it.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 19, 2012 11:57:33 GMT -4
Hirion and Ferrth were fast asleep when they were both woken up by the scream of a dragoness in heat. The blue was already interested even before he'd fully woken up, and he turned quickly to his rider. Up for a little fun? I'd better go see who it is.
Hirion gave a wry smile at her dragon and shooed him off. She was quick to leave her own weyr and head down to wherever the rider of the rising female was. She was a little surprised to find out it was D'tri's Chahaturth that was rising, and since Ferrth was already jumping into the air after her, she gave a little shrug before she was completely joined with Ferrth. Trust that blue to not let a little thing like a substantial size difference stop him from chasing...she just hoped he knew what his limits were and kept to them.
And then Ferrth was in the air, joining bronze Maerath in the chase. He crooned at Chahaturth, eager to let her know of his presence and determined to prove himself in a very different sort of flight.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 19, 2012 20:09:20 GMT -4
You will chase. It wasn't a question as J'degar narrowed his gaze at the werywomen's quarters. He had been a rider long enough to know the telltale signs of a goldflight, and it turned out the subqueens followed similar patterns; most predominantly the glowing hide. She had been getting brighter every day and J'degar, knowing the time was drawing close, planned to have Sphraelth awake when the time came. It was rather a pain, since he was staying near the weyrling barracks instead of his regular weyr, but as he had no interest in bedding the rider, he would force himself to stay behind.
Her call would have woken us, GarMine. Is it really so necessary to be ready in advance? Always. Being prepaired was the be-all end-all of J'degar's existance. He was tired of being a lowly weyrlingmaster, tired of dealing with whiny girls and stubborn boys. He wanted to go back to the way things had been at Southern, when he had been a wingthird and on his way to reaching his goal.
You need to catch a queen. He finally replied to Sypraelth as the brown yawned beside him. You need to catch a queen, then control of the Weyr will be ours. His eyes shifted away from D'tri's weyr to find Ar'rex's. Now there was a man after his own heart... he wouldn't mind losing to Ar'rex again. To the rest of the Trelis males? It couldn't happen again. He felt, more than saw, the light brown form of Syphraelth move behind him as the dragon stood, quickly diving off his ledge to land in the feeding pens, quickly beginning to blood a number of the beasts. Though no words were spoken, J'degar knew his dragon had seen Chahaturth move, and sure enough the orange dragoness bolted from her den to pounce on a herdbeast.
In his mind, J'degar knew he should be running for the weyr, yelling at the boy to control his dragon and stop her from gorging. For once he cared little for the flight itself nor the resulting eggs; all he wanted was the prize, the knowledge that Syphraelth could match up to the garnets and bronzes. Chahaturth may not be Weyrqueen, but she was certainly a step up from the greens Syphraelth favored. Fly hard, fly well. You must win her. With a barely audible rumble, Syphraelth took to the skies after the topaz. Words could never match your beauty, shining one. Please honor me with the chance to chase you! With a low growl that mirrored his dragon, J’degar stepped back into his temporary weyr and closed the door. He would be alone tonight.
Red-tinged eyes shot open as Chahaturth’s voice reached him, immediately rousing the garent from his sleep. Lifting his head, he looked over his ledge to see her in the feeding pens, clearly blooding. How intriguing… his rebel princess was rising, was she? Turning he gave a loud roar into his own weyr, rumbling in amusement as the sound scared his rider senseless, and it took only a few brief words between them for Yufa to understand what was going on.
With another roar, Braymoth spread his red wings and dove from the ledge, quickly grabbing a herdbeast of his own before launching into the air after her. It was time he proved himself, and now the opportunity had finally come. He had made mistakes when Izanycorth rose; he had hung back when he should have pushed forward. This time would be different.
My my Chahaturth, why even give these fools hope, we both know who here closest to matching you in all of your glory. He hissed as he followed her into the sky, making sure she had his attention first and foremost. Only when he had found a nice place behind her did he bother to see who else had come to her little nighttime flight. In the dark, colours were muted but no less difficult to pinpoint. Ahhh the bronze who had once thought to claim Izanycorth, Braymoth couldn’t help but wonder if that would be a sore spot. A little blue too hm? How interesting. She will be mine! He hissed at the other chasers, showing his fangs. He doubted it would scare off the King, but perhaps the blue would be frightened?
“D’tri, Sir…” Yufa stepped into D’tri’s weyr, knocking quietly on the door to announce her presence before dipping her head, though whether he saw her or not was another story. She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the rising feelings of flightlust and bloodlust that she felt from her dragon.
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Post by Akira on Jun 20, 2012 0:40:13 GMT -4
i have got so much to give, i swear i do
i may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new [/font][/color][/i][/b] yes i've lived a good one, i have tried to be true
there are some things i never realized, till i met you[/font][/color][/i][/b] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
Blood spattered wings beat the sky in an almost rhythmic manner. The large female in question hissed at every single male that had decided they were brave enough to chase her, though she couldn’t help but admire the little blue. Either you are extremely brave little blue, or extremely stupid. She actually crooned at him for she knew that he would have a tough time of this flight. They would all have a tough time of this flight, for with every beat of her large wings, Chahaturth was born farther up into the star studded skies, and farther away from the Weyr they all called home. So far she had the attention of a bronze that had previously wanted little to do with her and had eyes only for the gold Izanycorth, a blue she knew little of, a brown that had once been part of a plan to overtake Trelis, and the garnet that she had eyed for many turns now.
But was that enough for him to win this flight? Oh no, no matter what he said, or did, they were all going to have to prove their strength and stamina for she would have none but the best. You may all chase me if you dare, but no one but Me decides who I will belong to!! Her words started out as a soft hiss and ended in a scream that could curdle frozen milk. No one was going to take this night from her. No one was going to take this power from her. No matter what any of them thought, she wasn’t going to make this easy on any of them. She flew as high as she could into the thin air, and flew as fast and as far as she possibly could without tiring herself out too quickly. Her sharp talons scored the air as she clenched and unclenched her claws, fighting the urge to turn around and sink her fangs into each one of them.
That test would come later, but for now, Chahaturth wanted to see just how many of the males in Trelis Weyr were brave enough to accept her challenge. D’tri on the other hand was fighting for control over himself, trying to prize his mind away from that of his dragon’s mind. He turned, an almost perfectly fluid movement, to inspect the riders that were now gathering in his weyr. There seemed so few riders compared to the number of dragons he had seen through Chahaturth’s eyes. Oh well, that didn’t matter now. D’tri walked slowly past each of the riders that had decided to come to him, looking each and every one of them up and down. Inspecting them almost as surly Chahaturth was testing their dragons. A slight shiver ran over his bare chest as a midnight breeze decided to choice the chase.
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] woo woo, here I come, woo woo, back to you
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Post by twitchie on Jun 20, 2012 20:52:06 GMT -4
A cry split the air, sending tingles along the bronze's spine.
A flight fit for a King it seemed.
Pity she rose at Trelis, but not a problem. Territory would not stop him.
Metallic hide caught rays of moonlight, reflecting dim rays. The thrill filled him, energizing him.
His roar shook the cave, scaring Zi'axe somewhat.
"What the...?!"
Images of Trelis cut the rider short.
"No! You can't----"
A deafening roar silenced Zi'axe.
You don't command me FOOL! Kings do as they please, and a princess calls. [/color]
Zi'axe groaned, seeking shelter in his bed of furs. Hide and pretend this wasn't happening....
The massive, 45 foot length to be exact, lunged from the ledge, quickly leaving a massacre of blooded herdbeasts behind. He screamed and popped between. All at Rindell went quiet....once again...
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Meanwhile Kasprth came into the air in the Trelis skies, beating his wings. His eyes were a charming, but lusty purple.
Oh brilliant beautiful Goddess! Royal and regal and lovely! You are a masterpiece! I, humble, King Kasprth shall prove my worth to you! [/color]
His deep voice sang. Oh the joys of such sheer beauty... She should be HIS!
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 20, 2012 21:02:33 GMT -4
Ferrth could either take the topaz's words as a compliment (she'd called him brave!) or an insult (she'd called him stupid!). Since her words hadn't dampened his desire for her, he chose to take them as a compliment. I'll fly to the ends of Pern for a dragoness like you! He crooned to Chahaturth.
He followed her and the other chasers higher and higher up in the sky, until his wings started to ache from the strain. He barely paid any attention to the other males, not even when a strange new bronze joined the flight, one he didn't recognize. All of his attention was focused on the vision of loveliness beckoning to him; the blue was largely oblivious to anything else.
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Post by Elessar on Jun 20, 2012 21:57:19 GMT -4
NOW YOU'RE THINKING TOO FAST [/color][/font] you're like marbles on glass [/i][/b][/color][/font] does it trouble your mind[/color][/i][/b][/font] THE WAY YOU TROUBLE MINE [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
The blood on her hide made Chahaturth all the more beautiful and glorious to the bronze, his eyes swirling red and purple, drunk on flight lust. Yearning for the Topaz, Maerath stretched his neck out, roaring as the flying female commented only to the blue, both commending him and tearing him down all in the same comment. He liked that. The blue would never last, however. He didn't have the stamina. As a Garnet winged in, however, Maerath strained his wings, gaining altitude. No one would take this flight from him!
He had lost too many times before, and he wasn't about to lose again. The bronze may have been turns and turns older than any of the other dragons, but he was not too old to chase, and definitely not too old to win. He would take this female for his own. Her words screamed into his mind, and he screamed right back, a feral scream that echoed of blood and violence and a virility that may or may not be able to be matched. Chahaturth eased high into the thin air, flying quickly and steadily... but Maerath was following closely.
S'bel was fighting to see the men and women before him, but his vision was blurring, showing him dragon-hide instead of the flesh of men and women. When he did catch a glimpse of the Topaz-that-was-D'tri, S'bel found himself grinning. It wasn't all flight lust that made his loins ache. The man was sharding good looking... forget love, duty was looking pretty damn fine!
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Iro'ris watched as dragon after dragon rose into the sky. "That'll be you one day," he told Saekath, though the dragon was curled up, sleeping in the Weyrling barracks, while he was standing at a window in the Weyr, watching. "I wonder if J'degar knows that Chahaturth is rising?" Turning, he made his way to J'degar's Weyr, and knocked lightly on the door. He had turned just before Syphraelth had risen to Chase. "Gar? You in there? I've got some news..."
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Post by Zirin on Jun 20, 2012 22:49:27 GMT -4
If Chahaturth’s words bothered him, Braymoth didn’t show it, in fact, he barely gave her words any heed. She could think she had a choice, but Braymoth intended to get his way this time. He returned her scream with one of her own, his wings beating furiously to keep pace with her. He supposed he could chase, send her silly worthless words to woo her, or do a flip or two to impress her. Really though, where was the fun in that? Although… from the clenching of her claws, Braymoth couldn’t help but think she would be prone to attacking. Well, that could certainly work in his favor.
Then it seems I must take your choices from you, Chahaturth! Something I will do with great pleasure! He hissed silently to her, making sure it would be her, and none of the females that heard his voice. It wouldn’t do any good to give away his intentions just yet. A roar nearby drew his attention briefly. A rebellion bronze, here? Fool, didn’t he know he was in enemy territory now? He was large though… much larger than Braymoth.
The garnet rose, quickly spiraling above the other chasers before swerving and diving at the bronze, claws extended. He hoped his attack would hit true and tear the large bronze’s wingsails. On the ground, Yufa growl at the other chasers before eyeing D’tri. He would be hers by the end of this. He belonged to her as Chahaturth belonged to Braymoth. It was meant to be!
Syphraelth followed the shining female, his wings beating at a steady rate. With bronzes involved he would need to retain his stamina if he wanted to outlast them. That blue too, could pose a threat. He had speed where the larger males did not. It would certainly do to keep an eye on Ferrth as well. Forgive me, shining princess, if I came off the wrong way. Regardless of the outcome, it will be an honour to follow behind you.
He found a comfortable place to the right of her, though he followed well behind. He was not the type to rush a catch, even if that was what His desired. No, he could not take that freedom from her even if he tried. For now, he would hang back, perhaps it would bring him her favor?
Aridani shot up as the screams of dragons rang overhead. It was Simenath keeping her from feeling the faint flightlust of a sub-queen, and she sent feelings of gratitude to the purple dragons. It is Chahaturth who flies Mine. Will you go to Hers? The weyrling stood, as if to do what her dragoness had said, but she froze. To go to D’tri would mean going past flightlusting men… she couldn’t do. The last time… as much as she loved her son the ordeal had almost destroyed her. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around the amethyst’s neck, burying her face into the tiny dragoness’ shoulder. D’tri was on his own tonight. There was nothing she could do for him.
As Iro’ris knocked on the door it swung open, having not been latched closed. It would be darkness that greeted him. There were no glows in the room, and the only hint of life within was the shining eyes of the feline Milly, and a rhythmic panting coming from the dark corner of the room.
“Not safe... Get… out…” A deep, lust-filled hiss shot out at Iro. J’degar was doing everything in his power to try to keep his flightlust under check; the last thing he needed was his body seeking out Assaila in the barracks; after all, the weyrlings were too young for such things.
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Post by Akira on Jun 21, 2012 0:01:58 GMT -4
i have got so much to give, i swear i do
i may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new [/font][/color][/i][/b] yes i've lived a good one, i have tried to be true
there are some things i never realized, till i met you[/font][/color][/i][/b] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
Chahaturth growled deep in her chest as the Rebellion male joined her chase. Oh yes, she knew him, though not well, from her stint in the Rebellion. But his pretty words weren’t going to do him any favors now. She couldn’t help but rumble with amusement at Ferrth’s words. For a blue to be so bold was a rare sight indeed. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that for very long, for they were not the only two males chasing her this night. She heard Maerath’s roar and wondered if she had hurt his poor ego by speaking to the blue. She heard the virility in the bronze’s scream, which made the tips of her tail twitch slightly in response. Then Braymoth’s hissed words entered her mind and she screamed once again. This time though, it sounded as if it were being ripped straight from her throat.
Chahaturth turned as sharply, and as swiftly, as possible for a dragon her size. If she had been able to she would have burnt him to a crisp. But as things were she settled for diving at Braymoth, attempting to sink her teeth into his garnet neck without getting close enough for him to actually catch her. Even if he did attempt to catch her, there was just too much fight in her for him to keep hold for any amount of time. So instead of trying it would be wise for him to just settle for waiting till she tired herself out a little more. She heard Syphraelth’s words, but all she did to show that she had was to twitch her tail in his direction. So far, in her mind, the only males that had any sense in their sculls were one of the bronzes and the brown, though she still hadn’t decided if the blue was brave or stupid.
D’tri saw, though Chahaturth’s blazing eyes, that another bronze had joined, he recognized Kasprth at the back of his mind, but no recognition lit his eyes. Instead he seemed to be studying the riders that had entered his weyr, each of them seemed to be glowing with flightlust, just as he himself felt that he was. He was able to make out small glimpses of each human face between being dragged back and forth between his own body, and that of his topaz dragoness. He knew, somewhere in his brain, that more likely than not, most of these men and women had come to his weyr for duty or power, and little else. But he couldn’t help the feeling that there had to be at least a few that actually wanted to be there with him. He turned sharply around as he heard someone growling.
D’tri, ever so slowly, stalked towards Yufa, just like a wild feline stalking it’s prey. He stopped in front of her, not even a full arm’s length away. There was a fire burning in his eyes that was a clear warning. Anyone that tried to end this flight before Chahaturth was ready would pay dearly. He turned away from Yufa, and once again started stalking slowly past each of the rider’s in his weyr. He reached out his hand and lightly ran it along arms, shoulders, and chests as he past each rider. He felt his fingers tingle with fire at each touch, and felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. It was pain, and yet it was pleasure all at the same time. He might have done more if it hadn’t been for the fact that Chahaturth still had hold of him, and wouldn’t let him threaten her choice. For this night was about her, and her alone to rule.
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Post by Elessar on Jun 21, 2012 0:34:13 GMT -4
NOW YOU'RE THINKING TOO FAST [/color][/font] you're like marbles on glass [/i][/b][/color][/font] does it trouble your mind[/color][/i][/b][/font] THE WAY YOU TROUBLE MINE [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
Maerath was satisfied at the deep snarl that erupted from Chahaturth's chest when Kasprth joined the chase. This bronze he had seen before, in other Chases, and Maerath was no friend of his. The other bronze was a fool for joining this chase. A roar exploded from Maerath's throat as the Garnet, Braymoth, aimed himself at Kasprth, claws extended. Silently, the bronze cheered the garnet on... but knew that if Braymoth tried to turn his claws on him, that the Garnet would die.
When Chahaturth turned, Maerath moved out of the way. She was headed for Braymoth, not him, and it wasn't yet time for him to try and force a catch. She was still to strong for him to hold for long, and a long mating flight meant more healthy eggs... Though of course he wasn't really thinking about that. He was thinking about the stench of blood that rose all around him, and the lust that drove him forward, following the topaz as quickly as he could, muscular body arrowing through the air like a hot knife through butter.
S'bel snarled as the other bronze joined in, equally as determined as Maerath that Kasprth should not have the topaz. He recognized the bronze, of course, from the other flights, despite having never seen the rider. ...What, in Faranth's name, was the use of a flight, if you didn't get to enjoy the benefits of your dragon's lust? That rider was a fool for letting his dragon chase. His vision slipping to show him first dragon, then human, he let himself fly with his bronze, turning and twisting in the air, chasing, muscles pounding.
He was brought back to the human side of things, however, when D'tri stroked his chest. It was a glimpse of what was to come, and S'bel felt pain and pleasure mixed, like blood and chocolate, on his skin. The rider almost lunged to take D'tri there, but Maerath held back. What was he waiting for? As his vision melded back to dragon, he understood. Chahaturth-D'tri was still to strong... so they would wait.
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Iro'ris blinked when the door swung open, and blinked again to clear his eyes, and let them adjust to the darkness. "Gar...?" He asked, stepping forward. "What's going on? It's perfectly safe, what are you talking about? I just thought you should know that Topaz Chahaturth is risi--...."
Ah. That made everything make sense. But he didn't know what to do. By the look of J'degar, the man was well aware that Chahaturth was flying, but... why wasn't he in D'tri's weyr, then? "Why aren't you with the others, Gar? ...Gar?"
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 21, 2012 20:11:41 GMT -4
Ferrth let out a low growl of outrage when Braymoth, to his eyes, seemed to be attacking the topaz. How dare he! That was just like a garnet, he thought to himself privately, to try to force a catch rather than let the female decide when to end it. Chahaturth didn't seem particularly happy with him, and Ferrth was pleased.
At this point, the blue was beginning to tire, even though the flight was certainly not quite at its end. He was determined to see it through until Chahaturth had chosen, whether he wound up as the loser or not. At this point, as long as it didn't end with Braymoth as the winner, he would be satisfied.
Ferrth was comparatively large for a blue, but not necessarily strong or enduring, as many of the larger dragons. If he kept straining himself, he'd surely fall out of the sky before flight's end, so the blue began to pace himself, falling back to a place near Syphraelth. I'm not going anywhere, my queen, he assured Chahaturth. You obviously deserve better than a big, red brute. He'd save his remaining strength, perhaps for a last speedy lunge once he was sure of his victory.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 22, 2012 22:12:25 GMT -4
Braymoth wasn't surprised when Chahaturth rounded on him, in fact, he had expected it. The topaz had always been rash and quick to anger, so when she turned to dive at him, the garnet banked sharply, hissing in a combination of pleasure and pain as her teeth found his arm instead. It was all a part of his plan; take out the competition if he could and in the process, draw his sub-queen's attention to him. She wouldn't dare let him get away with giving the males attention over her after all. Predictable female.
He contorted his body as best he could, trying to get a hold of Chahaturth to capture her, but she proved to be too strong, too unwilling, just yet. It seemed he would need to bide his time for a while longer if he wished to win her. Oh, but would she fall for the same thing twice? Yes, Braymoth decided, she would. Hissing, he tore away from her, and with a flick of his tail that screamed 'try to stop me' he lunged at the brown, his claws finding flesh as the brown proved too slow to dodge completely. He was pleased to see Syphraelth pull away, falling back, though not out. Don't lie to me, Chahaturth. We both know you want a male as powerful and bloodthirsty as you are. One who can do the things you need him to do without question. Or is it that you yearn for some gentle soul who will feed you lies and cower behind you when things get rough?
Yufa hissed as she saw the warning in D’tri-Chahaturth’s eyes, though like her dragon she paid it no heed. Instead, her eyes followed him as he made his way around the room and gave attention to all but her. She hissed at the other riders in the room, and with a cocky sway of her hips stepped towards D’tri, her eyes seeing not the man, but the dragon.
With another roar, Braymoth tucked his wings and dove for Ferrth, claws extended to tear any flesh if his aim was true.
Syphraelth balked as the garnet barreled into him, hissing in pain and surprise as claws found him. He tucked his wings and dropped away, trying to put distance between himself and the others. He didn’t pay much attention to the wound, it wasn’t deep enough to do any immediate damage. As the dragon’s attention turned to attacking one of the other chasers, Syphraelth snorted and sped up to rejoin the pack. Oh shining beauty, do not let such a fool ruin your glorious flight.
He swerved, beating his wings furiously to keep up, keeping only enough attention on his fellow chasers on the off chance another attack came his way. Well, what was his rider’s old saying? No pain, no gain? If getting attacked again somehow landed him with the girl, well it would be worth it, Syphraelth supposed. With a quiet rumble, he doubled his efforts.
J’degar knew he should have known Iro’ris wouldn’t heed his warning. “I know she’s rising you idiot! That’s why you need to get. OUT!” There was an insistence to his voice and while he wanted to get up and just shove the man out, he knew it wasn’t the wisest idea. The more space between them the better. Instead, he threw the closest item he could find, a mug of klah, at the weyrling, not taking much time to aim. “For Faranth’s sake Iro… the flightlust…” He was standing now and stepping towards Iro, a dangerous look in his eyes.
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Post by twitchie on Jun 23, 2012 10:58:40 GMT -4
Kasprth growled as the garnet dove at him. He tried to roll, to spin or spiral out of the way, but claws still grazed his wings.
Violet and ruby swirls whirled in his eyes, and he snapped at the red body, not trying to fight. He would not waste his time wrestling....
His bronze body dropped from the air several feet, green inchor dripping down his wings. Snarling he beat harder, gaining altitude again.
I will take wounds for you Chahaturth. Nothing will stop me, not even if I am a rebel. [/color]
Despite the stinging cuts, his croon was true.
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Zi'axe grabbed at his shoulder, feeling Kasprth's pain over their bond. Growling he tried to hide. Just... leave.him.alone...
But... did he want to be alone? There was....one...person...
He poked his head out of his furs, as if he was about to sneak away.
His chest was bare and his hair a wild mess of black.
He was glad that it was dark out, it hid him better.
Now where was K'er? Where was that interesting boy?
And why did it even matter?
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Post by Wish on Jun 23, 2012 11:16:35 GMT -4
K'er sighed, his head curling back in against his arm, snuggled tightly under blankets. Outside the tents used to house the weyrlings, he could feel Kinurninth stirring on the sands, and vaguely in the half-awake mind the rider wondered if it were time to see the eggs hatch. However, it was hardly time for that, it wasn't even yet time for them to be touched by the waiting candidates' hands. So no, he decided it wasn't time for that and he could turn over and be back to sleep. It didn't last him long though, opening one dark eye he peered through the pitch black toward an even darker form.
Instantly a terror seized him, and he grabbed for the dagger nearby, the basket of glows tumbling over and sending light into the corners of the small space, enough for K'er to see his "would be attacker". "Zi'axe?" The amethystrider tilted his head to the side, curious as to why his mentor had come to seek him out. Surely he wasn't pulling the younger boy out in the middle of the night for training...again. "What...why are you here?" He blinked a couple of times before getting a sleepy answer from his bonded, Kinurninth only waiting the span of a few seconds before she went back to sleep.
Looking up at the older rider, K'er sighed and pulled back the thin layer of furs, beckoning him to come and lay with him. "Come here Zi'axe....you don't need to be alone tonight."
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