Rise With the Sun{Izy Flies/WLFlight/After Gather}

[phantomofthewolves]

Banemith was given a warning growl from an older brown. He hated when higher-ranking dragons pushed him around. He flicked his tail in defiance and glided out of the other brown's sight, reappearing behind the bronze who attacked him: Maerath. Then he heard the gold's voice enter his mind, saying: Banemith, you are forgiven. Now... Fly hard and fast! Understand?!

He was forgiven! He trumpeted with joy as he twirled with even more determination and happiness. Now, to impress her. He watched as the gold took out the first bronze that tried to stop him, old what's-his-name? Coziryth! That's his name! He flew below the gold as she took him down, watching him fall with a curious gaze.
Well done, my queen! Force him from the sky with your almighty power over him! he called to her.

He rose to her level and was right behind her, twirling in and out of her view until he stopped behind her again. Oh, how I love it when a bronze's blood spills by your claws! I may be wounded from the bronze's claws, but I am still the fighter that I am! he sang to her.

G'daro sighed with relief as his dragon was forgiven by the Gold. Then, out of nowhere, he felt the Weyrwoman give him a kiss. He shuddered, he was not the men type, wanting to be kissed by a girl, now he got his lifelong wish. Now, to find out if he and Banemith would experience the same feeling of victory.

[Wish]

Coziryth certainly didn't expect another to intercept him. The other bronze was foolish to think that every hit made home though, he was slighter and smaller, and despite his wings getting the worst of the attacks he returned some of his own. A growl escaped his lips, his whole mind on the bloodlust more than the flight itself. Perhaps Izanycorth was right to turn on him as well, but he was sure it had more to do with what another chaser had said than her own recollections.

He didn't cry out as her golden talons attached into his tail, he only let his wings drop as he fell away from Maerath. If was to die, it would not be by the Bronze's claws. No, only his Queen was fit for that pleasure, and he would twine himself with her if he could while he fell to his death. She must have let him go though, his weak grip loosening even more as his eyes started to swirl grey. It was just the wind then, the wind and nothing...it was somehow peaceful. There was nothing, no hatred or sorrow, just peace. S'vrin would have to make do without him he supposed, His was strong.

S'vrin cried out, his arms hugging himself as he fell to the floor. Shaking his head he looked up at Iirla and his eyes widened with astonishment. "How could you let her do that? You just lost a Wingleader in the beginning of Fall you fool!" He shook his head again, clutching it as he tried to forget. There was no feeling except emptiness, no sadness or fear or hatred. For a moment longer he let himself linger like that, and then something amazing happened. S'vrin, no Sevrin now, actually took in a deep breath...and thought. It was a clear though, one not muddled by other emotions of perceptions.

Wobbling on his feet as he stood, he watched Iirla move to the next rider, himself already forgotten. Would she see him the next day and apologize, perhaps but it didn't matter. Despite the wrench in his gut, Sevrin knew one thing, and that made a weird and awkward movement on his lips. He slowly smiled, not like an insane person would do, but just small and inward.

I'm free....

(Ooc: Coziryth is now dead, you may comment on it, but you can't maul something that's already dead.)

[Zero]

The garnet hummed in delight. True he didn't need her permission to kill. No, it was in his blood, it was how he was programed, built. He was made for this. A female would never dictate when and where that bloodlust was unleashed. But to show his skills would mean all eyes on him, fearing his might! His had no control over him anymore, not now. Now, in this moment, he was free and blood would be spilled. As you so desire my bloody Queen. With a roar Thormyth launched himself at the bronze male with claws outstretched. He was ready to cut into the hide and itching to taste the older dragons blood when it splashed across his tongue.

He wasn't allowed to bathe in the other dragons blood though as Izanycorth ended the bronzes life too quick. Thormyth snarled, that pleasure was short lived. He drew his tongue over his fangs, drawing in the few drops of the, now dead, dragons blood. Ah but it was over and done now. Twisting through the air, the blood splattered garnet beat the air beneath his wings into submission as he sped after Izanycorth. One down.

Vl'kan felt a pair of eyes burn into him and turned in time to see Yufa, or to be more precise, the red swirl of Braymoth glaring and growling in his direction. He fought to keep himself from taking a step towards the other rider, instead keeping glued to where he was. It was hard though, his dragons influence was hard to ignore. Though a soft hand gliding over his cheek managed to fully steal his attention. Instantly his head snapped to follow Iirla's golden movements and he even took a stumbling step after her fleeting figure.

Sithorath keened softly from the back of the pack. His injuries kept him from gaining much headway but he couldn't give up just yet! He needed to continue onward. His queen deserved nothing less from him. A low growl fell from his jaws as his wings struggled to carry him onward. My Queen, for you I carry on. The fighting didn't interest him and he was wise enough to stay clear as the other foolish dragons lunged and tore at one another. It really wasn't a surprise when the fighting went too far and one of the Kings fell, bloodied and torn, before winking between. Mourning would come later though, as right now the urge to continue the chase was still strong in all of them.

The pain was practically unbearable and Ar'rex found himself grasping at his shoulder. He could feel his strength, Sithorath's strength, slowly ebbing away with each passing moment. There was a commotion in the room and he looked in time to see a bronze figure fall to the floor. In time the bronze aura faded and all Rex could see was a man lying on the floor, shouting and screaming for all the Weyr to hear. The brownrider knew his dragon was too far gone to hear him but he tried to speak to him anyways. Sithorath. Sithorath! It's not worth our life, come back! But of course those pleas fell on a deaf mind.

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[Elessar]

Do you think me defenseless! You fools! Leave him be! Do not touch him! You shall all feel my wrath...

Maerath had already freed himself of the other dragon. He hissed angrily, eyes still swirling an angry red. She was encouraging him! And Thormyth! By now, his eyes were almost completely red, the fringes just barely tinged with the purple of lust.

As Izanycorth moved past him, she snapped at him, and he roared, pushing his wings hard to bring himself out of her reach. He was dripping blood from her ire, and from the mistaken fight with Banemith, but he was strong and powerful... he could last.

Turning his gaze to follow his Queen again, the bronze winged around just in time to see Izanycorth reach out for Cozyrith, screaming her anger. Run Cozyrith! Run... You shall die! Maerath flapped his wings, hovering in the air, conserving his energy as his Golden Queen ripped into the bronze with fang and talon. Fall from the sky, my sweet, sweet bronze... Between is waiting for you...

Maerath had no love for the other bronze, but the injuries that marked his beautiful Golden Queen's maiden flight was no easy affair. Her flight had become a bloodbath.

As it became apparent that Cozyrith was dead, Maerath jumped back into action, shooting after Izanycorth like an arrow. He had fought for her. He would die for her. He had already promised her his life... would she kill him, too? The bronze roared, blood falling like rain from his torn hide. No! He would not allow her to kill him. He would catch her and make her his!

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[Bellatora]

Izanycorth hissed again and turned back to flying upwards, up towards the clouds. What was done was done. But there was a matter that needed to be done. Sithorath was bleeding to death. Sithorath, brave brown. You are doing well. You are fighting hard and strong... but it is time for you to return to land. Now.

She hissed and looked back over her shoulder. Who was there she could choose from. She hissed at Braymoth. Too confident. She would have claimed him as her next victim, but she did not... No... Time was drawing closer and closer with every wingbeat.

You're dark queen asks of all of you! Follow her to the heights and she shall choose! She beat her wings again. She was slowing. She hissed in anger and agitation. THis couldn't be over yet! But it was going to be and soon...

She climbed high.

Iirla stepped back from her chasers, looking at each of them, her eyes moving over them all. She blinked looking at them. Sizing them all up. She felt it... the choice was coming. She hummed softly, dancing from one foot to the other.

She bit her lip, one finger trailing up to her lip and looked at htem each coyly.

You did well my dearest bloody king... but I am afraid that it is not you this time... but chase me once again in the future...

Izanycorth hissed again as she fell down towards her chasers. My King of Hate and Chaos! Come! Claim me now! Before any other should try to steal me. She angled herself towards him, winding her body with his. She bit into his shoulder to mark him.

Iirla moved forward quickly and wrapped her arms around Vl'kan. "Mine," she growled possessively, holding onto him and pulling his head down to hers to kiss him with all she had.

[Zero]

Thormyth snarled, preparing to launch himself at the last remaining bronze when Izanycorths final words slithered into his mind. Of course she chose him! There had been no doubt in his mind. He was not only the strongest but the best looking dragon here. He roared and followed her ever higher till the time came where she finally turned on them and fell, leaving it up to him to claim her. The garnet moved quickly, instantly twining his neck with hers as their bodies met.

He hissed as her fangs sank into his shoulder, a mark which would be left on him long after this morning had come to pass. So it should have came as no surprise when he returned the favor and bit into the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck as they fell. She was his this day.

Vl'kan groaned at the pain he felt through Izanycorths possessive bite but then Iirla was crawling into his arms and all thoughts of pain were momentarily forgotten. As her fingers slid through his hair to pull his head down, his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, meeting her lips in an equally needy and passionate kiss. He couldn't care less about the other riders still hanging around the room, they would leave in due time.

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Sithorath crooned softly at the gentle words from his Queen. He had flown hard but it was time for him to go. With a rumble of defeat mixed with exhaustion, the blind brown twisted away from the flight and sluggishly made his way back to his weyr. He was wounded and tired, he was definitely going to sleep for days.

Ar'rex growled as the victor was chosen and watched as Iirla fell into another mans arms. With a silent snarl on his face the brownrider turned and stumbled, almost drunkenly, out of the Weyrwomans chambers. He needed the company of that sweet little healer in his bed today. He'd give his condolences and respect to Sevrin when he woke up after all this and the memories of this bloody flight came flooding back.

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[Bellatora]

Izanycorth hissed as he bit into that place between shoulder and neck... but she crooned then. It was alright. Better than Braymoth marking her. This was her mate. She growled posessively, her neck twined with his. My magnificent King of Chaos and Hate... A curse on those who said you were less than what you are... she crooned to him as they fell entwined.

Iirla gasped at the pain in her shoulder, but it didn't and couldn't last for long as soon her lips were claimed by Vl'kan's. She felt him wrap her arms around her. She was lost to it. The lust of her dragoness' first flight. She didn't even notice that there was anyone else in the room. It was just Vl'kan... and herself. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, giving what might sound like a bit like a growl... much like her dragon seemed to growl possessively over her Garnet king...

{Fade to black here.}