Bleed For Me My Darling Heart (Nim's First)

[Wish]

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought
And what I said

You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you'll start
You're my head
You're my heart

The sevendays after Noita and her Knights had left had been anything but easy on Eiko. First there had been the Amethysts' hatching, then finding the new dragonets mentors, then there had been Aela and Talath not being seen for a while, perhaps even having left themselves, and every day Nimarath had been sleeping more and more and to say she was any nicer would be a complete falsehood. She was anything but nice as of late, and that was saying something for the Obsidian's normal mood.

No, something was probably up, and Eiko had a few guesses as to what that was exactly. Currently it was dawn, and the girl was still asleep in her furs, her body curled up under the mound of blankets as she tossed over onto her opposite side in a fit. Her hands grasped at her pillows, lips contorting into a sneer as she curved inward to herself. Vaguely she heard hissing, and in her mind everywhere there was nothing but a red hot rage.

Something was different, that's all she knew, and it was not anything to do with bad dreams. Except, that was exactly what Eiko was having. It was almost as if she was looking down on herself; there she was, except at a much younger age, her blonde hair blowing gently in the breeze. Laughter. Oh such sweet laughter, and an equally light haired boy tumbling down with her to the ground, tickling the child, laughing with her, mirroring her in every possible way.

In her reality Eiko pushed her head into the pillows more, tears starting to fall from her shut eyes as her mind continued on it's merciless rampage. The images had skipped from that happy instance of freedom to something more horrid, the form of a threadscored blue winging back to the Weyr, healers rushing to it and pulling down a candidate from its back. Again Eiko saw the young girl running, but this time it was with tears in her eyes as she threw up her hands to touch her sibling lost to the thread that had caught the blue he had been riding with.

Angry words were mumbled against the pillow, fingers transforming into claws as the rider hissed between clenched teeth at the nightmare, again a louder hissing echoing in her mind...and that's when she came. The dark figure marked with veins of luminescent teal, eyes scarlet in their cruelty and humor. Apart from Eiko's dreams, the real Nimarath shrieked into the night waking her rider as the dragoness lunged from her place on the mountainside and dove toward the forests where the feeding pens were kept.

Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right

How dare they run from her? How dare they not allow themselves to be killed by her? Nimarath shrieked again in pain and defiance, her rider's memories still burning hot in her mind. She needed to kill, she needed to hunt. She needed blood running down her wings and freedom from the anger and confusion Hers was remembering. It was enough, the nightmare ended now, and she would kill anyone who tried to get in her way.

The Obsidian hit a wherry head on, crying out as she tumbled with it and knocked into a second, her head whipping back on the first to snap her jaws around its neck. This was it, this was finally it! A sharp cry ripped from her throat as she latched her jaws around its wound, the quiet warning she received a mere nuisance. She didn't want to listen, she wanted its flesh, its blood, its everything. She deserved it!

Again though that same small cry to only bleed her prey entered her mind and Nimarath dropped the dead wherry, pinning the second she had tumbled into against the ground as she threw back her head and let out a high pitched wail. Sharp wings beat against the ground and air, sweeping forward in wide arcs without moving her as the dragoness lashed out at her rider mentally.

NO!

Eiko's voice shouted back, sharp and red hot in Nimarath's mind as the two fought to exhaustion, but even then the Obsidian wasn't done. She raged at the controlling thoughts that were sent her way, biting at air and wherry-hide as her mind bit at Eiko's, fighting her every step of the way. Finally though the rider won out and Nimarath gave another ear-splitting shriek, her head striking quickly at her prey once more and gulping down blood from first one then the other, her body slinking over the empty carcasses to search for more kills.

You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But, it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

In the cavern, small as it may be, Eiko breathed deep as she curled up under the covers trying to recover from the fight with her dragoness. How could Nimarath be so difficult? How could she fight so much? Tears ran down the blonde's cheeks at the recurring memories from her nightmare, except those things really had happened. She was alone, so utterly alone...so very alone.

Enough!

Nimarath's voice rang hot in her mind, searing Eiko's thoughts and cutting a sharp path into reality. Clenching a fist to her temple, the rider shook her head back and forth and cried out against the anger that she felt through her dragon's bond. She hated this! Both Nimarath and Eiko did; the fear, the pain, the anger, the need, the desire, the lust, the desperate urge to sink her claws into flesh...but she didn't have claws...she didn't...she didn't want...Eiko shook her head again and tried shouting but no words came.

I don't want this...I don't want to do this. Nimarath, I'm scared! I'm scared! I don't want to remember, I don't want to feel this, I don't want to feel you! I hate you, I HATE YOU!

Did she really though? Did she really hate her other half? Could she hate her other half? Nimarath hissed as she flicked the last of her kills away from her, her eyes searching the growing light for the suitors that would harbor a death wish to come too close to her yet. She didn't want any of them, she just wanted to be free from all of this, she wanted to be free from Hers as much as Hers wanted to be free from her, and most of all she didn't want that useless girl's confusion over her feelings.

It was simple really, anger, hatred, lust. What could be more lovely than those three simplistic emotions? So sweet, so hot, so wonderful! Nimarath crooned and rolled her shoulders, throwing her head back and sweeping her wings up into an arc as she stretched leisurely. Oh yes, it was time to hunt males.

And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say

Eiko shivered as she pulled the covers around her, a dagger she had slipped from D'sel the last time she had seen him clutched in her hands as she watched the entrance to the cavern with wide, frightened eyes. Everything she saw was a potential threat, everything was a monster coming to get her. Whimpering the blonde shook her head and clenched the dagger to her chest tighter, her knuckles turning white with the pressure she applied to it.

She wanted out, but how could she? Did she have a choice? No, she didn't really. Thoughts raced through her head as she felt Nimarath take to the air finally, a dark bullet in the morning sky, a loud shriek piercing the atmosphere again as the Obsidian began her flight. It had finally come, and she wasn't ready, she wasn't nearly ready. Eiko murmured something somewhat comforting to herself, but it did little good. No, the dagger in her hands was more of a comfort to her than anything else.

She didn't want to fear her feelings anymore, and she wanted to be free from all of this. She hated this...she hated it. Except somewhere within her she loved it too. Did she really? Yes, she did love it, she really, really did. A cruel smile touched her face as Eiko stopped rocking herself back and forth, a seductive little croon parting her lips as she thought about this new idea. She felt...different. She felt...strong, sensual...deadly.

Eiko liked it.

Well of course you do my pet....I was starting to wonder where the girl I impressed to had gone. Such potential I saw in you that day...now let's play with our prey before we cut it down. I want to see the fools bleed.

Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud

(Ooc: Consider this a warning, Nimarath's flight is not going to be a pretty thing. It's going to be bloody. Feel free to throw in NPC's since the winner doesn't get any sort of leadership position, but know that it will be a rarity if any dragon comes from this unscathed.)

[phantomofthewolves]

J'rome and his beloved blue, Lugoraith, were dozing beneath the trees, when Lugoraith woke up. She rises to mate. J'rome blinked his eyes open in confusion. A mating flight? Right now? he asked Lugoraith. Yes, Obsidian Nimarath rises at last. Lugoraith replied. And with that, he flew into the sky to the feeding grounds.

He dove upon a runnerbeast and killed it. He sucked its blood dry and killed a herdbeast as well. He sucked that one'd blood dry as more dragons arrived to join the flight. Lugoraith, be careful, this could get ugly. J'rome told his dragon. Understood. he replied. He rose into the sky and followed the Obsidian. Nimarath! I shall accept your challenge! he called out to her, gaining height with every wingbeat. Hopefully, he would not die and succeed in his mission.

[Taylor]

((These are NPCs, if that's unclear to anyone.))

S'jek and Dalketh had been so sure of their goal when they betweened to the Rebellion and claimed to have defected from High Reaches Weyr. Take down the rebellion leadership. But before they got the chance, everything started changing faster than they could have imagined. The rebel leader left, a new one took her place...

But now they had another chance. The new leader - this false queen - rose. The bronze's head snapped up, watching the female shape against the sky. Yes. This was perfect. Attack now and he could do as much damage as he wished with no ramifications. It was simply flight lust, they would say. Just an urge he could not control. Of course, it didn't hurt that he could feel the want, the need simmering inside of him, growing more and more powerful with each beat of that false queen's wings.

I strike now, Mine. He leapt from his ledge, flew swiftly to the pens, and targetted a runnerbeast. He slashed at it, downing it before he had hit the ground, turning and snapping at the squealing, flailing creature. He ended its cries with haste, its crimson life pouring down his throat, giving him strength to do as he must. Unfortunate creature drained, he raised his red-tinged eyes, quickly spotting another. Poor thing had been blocked into a corner by the feeding dragon, its eyes showing white in terror. Perfect. Dalketh pounced, draining this runner just as fast and then dropping it to the ground as he pushed off, wings beating to catch the obsidian. He'd noticed the blue - silly thing - and snorted lightly. It was evidence of how utterly wrong this rebellion was that they sent a blue after their leader's dragon. The king wasn't sure if it spoke more of their horrible estimation of the fighter's worth, or their pathetic overvaluation of a useless female who could be caught by a mere blue.

Either way, this rebellion needed to be cut down, beginning with the head. He roared a response, swooping towards the obsidian. You will bleed tonight, little girl. It was a threat, and yet his voice wrapped around each syllable like a caress, turning them almost into a seduction.

[Wish]

Two? Only two have dared to chase me......and where is he? Lying, pathetic, fearful, dimglow....he said he'd be here too....guess I'm too woman for him.

Nimarath hissed and snapped her jaws as she looked back over her shoulder and didn't see Emiath. A Blue and Bronze had come for her though, and she regarded them cooly. No, neither would do for her, no one would she had just looked forward to showing the foolish Garnet that. Still, chasers were chasers she supposed. The obsidian let their words wash over her, angered that they dared to talk at all, especially with the words they had to say. There was nothing she wanted to hear from them, and the fact that they were daring to challenge her...especially that bronze.

Shrieking she tightened her wings to her sides and darted down, the wherry blood coursing through her veins and giving her speed and strength. Snapping her wings out she soared back up toward the two of them, fangs and claws out to attack anything that she could possible grab onto. They wouldn't dare fight back in her mind. They simply wouldn't dare. You want me to bleed, then try and take my blood from me foolish King. You shall bleed just as much. Her jaws snapped toward the bronze tail as she passed it, her mind already turning to the blue. You accept my challenge? How insane you must be then little fighter.

For now the blue had gone without any further warning than perhaps a scratch. She would keep her eye on him, but that didn't mean he would go without any scars either. No, they all deserved the same end in her mind. Nimarath was no where close to choosing her winner, part of her still sung for freedom and the idea that there would be none to win but herself. Similarly Eiko drew back and wrapped the covers around her tighter as she watched for any riders to come into the little cavern in the mountainside she had chosen to live in. None came, and she smiled slyly to herself before frowning. So they are too scared to come? Too bad....such a pity. By her side she still clutched the dagger, her form of fangs and talons.

[phantomofthewolves]

Oh, Nimarath, clearly I am not insane for following you. It will be an honor for me to bleed by your claws. Lugorath crooned. With his wings beating, he rose higher and higher with her. He looked behind him; there was another rival, a bronze in the mix. He hissed a warning to him and returned his attention to Nimarath. Nimarath, my black beauty! You are more stunning than any other dragon on Pern! Lugorath cried.

Meanwhile, J'rome found the Obsidian's rider hiding under her bed covers. He spotted a knife held in her hands and knew that she could turn deadly. So, he waited outside the door. With a sigh, he wondered if his dragon participating in this flight was a bad idea.

[twitchie]

(NPC I'm going to get accepted sooner or later)

Wassagith awoke, suddenly alert to the rage full cries. His brown body uncurled, his wings snapped open.
His snout watched the sky intently, purple flooding the orbs.

I shall bleed for you. Let my blood spill for your cause. [/color]

He jumped into the air and roared, a sound rumbling deep in his throat. He was unaware of the dark and danger in this flight.
He beat his wings rapidly, looking like the good natured dragon he always was. This would be fun, would it not? He would please this Queen. Yes, like a Knight.


(feel free to maul him. I'd love a dramatic kill-off. :3 have fun with it Wishy!!)

[Wish]

The Obsidian was seething by now. Not only was a certain Garnet not here yet, but she was being chased by fools! Nimarath shrieked again as she turned a quick 180, her eyes swirling into a more red spectrum than violet. So, they said they would bleed for her? Lies! All of them are lies! You want to bleed for me? You want to endure my wrath and meet my challenge? Fine! You best be prepared though. Sweeping her dark wings in against her sides she let herself fall back down to her chasers, her jaws open as she reached out to snag a claw on Wassagith's wing.

The brown hide looked better that way she decided, met with obsidian claws. Snaking her neck to let her open jaws wrap around the sub-king's neck she fell with him, her body keeping itself as far as possible until she finally just didn't care anymore. Die! That was what would please her, she wanted him dead! Her sub-king was not here and he was trying to take his place! Hissing as she finally let go, kicking her hindlegs out to separate her body from his before he could think twice about taking her, Nimarath snapped her wings open and headed for the blue next, murder in her eyes.

Is it still honor to bleed for me little blue? Will you still meet my fangs and talons in this battle of wills and desire? Am I still beautiful to you?!? Another piercing scream punctuated her attack as she barreled into the blue's direction aiming to wrap her body around his back so she could keep from his arms. If he loved her as he said he would deal with it, she wasn't done yet. She was furious and she hated them all. Queen! They dare call her a Queen?!?! She was not their Queen! She was not their anything! Come here King, foolish, foolish King. It's your turn to bleed.

Moving away from the blue, snapping her jaws at him in case he dared to keep her, the obsidian sped upward toward the last of her chasers.

[Elessar]

He knew the moment she rose. And yet... he waited. Watching, like a giant bird of prey, stalking, hunting, watching as Nimarath attacked and maimed her chasers. The Garnet knew she was angry at him for not chasing... yet.

Finally, as she aimed for the last of her chasers, Emiath took wing.

Blood and ichor stained the winds, but it was no matter. He enjoyed the scent of blood in the air, and reveled in the sight of it plastered all over his beautiful Obsidian's body. Blood. They both loved it, for wasn't it such a lovely thing to love?

I shall meet your challenge, Nimarath![/color]

Shooting between her and her last bit of prey, the garnet roared. If she aimed to attack, fine. He would fight back until the very end, until one or both of them lay bleeding on the ground.

[Taylor]

Dalketh kept a close eye on the obsidian, hatred rushing through his veins with each hard beat of his heart. As he felt her teeth snap closed around his tail, he let out a massive roar, lashing his tail away from her. This only caused further damage than if he had waited the extra second needed for her to release him to torpedo towards the blue. Now, his tail bled freely, one fork torn away, dangling from a strip of ragged hide which streaked up his tail, leaving an ugly gash behind.

He watched as she attacked the brown next, watched the wounds which he felt might kill the poor creature. He'd been in gold flights, knew that such casualties were not uncommon. His hatred warped his perception, though, and all he could think was that this was yet another indication of how twisted and broken this place was. Browns - strong, noble browns - murdered by these false pretender queens.

The obsidian turned her attention to him once more, saying it was his turn to bleed, and he let out a low growl. He flicked his tail towards her. It hurt terribly, the torn skin tearing further, but it sent a splash of ichor in the foul dragon's direction. I have bled already, little child. It would seem it is your turn now.

He was about to dive down to meet her, but a garnet suddenly streaked between them out of nowhere. His eyes flashed red. Another false pretender. A garnet. Not anything real, just a fake creature, a fake king. Well it would suit them right, those two bits of fake royalty spawning together. But he needed to draw blood before this was all done. She was mine, red. He was still diving, but his target shifted. If the garnet was going to throw himself between the bronze and the obsidian, after all, he had to expect some claws.

Dalketh tucked his wings into his side, speeding towards the garnet, and then snapped them open just above the other male, claws stretching out to snatch at his back, grip his shoulders, and claw at his wings.

[Wish]

IT'S ABOUT SHARDING TIME YOU WHERRY-BRAINED JERK!

Nimarath shrieked as a familiar Garnet shape rose from the forest, Emiath coming between herself and the bronze that was coming straight for her, prepared for a second meeting of claws and teeth. The dragoness crooned appreciatively for a moment before hissing, not liking that the privilege of ripping the king apart was being taken from her. Even Emiath's wounds should be her own doing, no one else deserved to hurt her chasers but she! She was the Queen of Death and Chaos and Desire in this flight, she would decide who lived and who died, she alone would pick the winner of her challenge!

ENOUGH!

Hovering for a moment the Obsidian shrieked the one word, putting ever ounce of her compulsion, and a strong thing that was being her color, toward the two willing them as much as she possibly could to pay attention to her and not the others. If that didn't work she had other plans, and then deciding that she didn't care if her scream worked or not, Nimarath pulled in her wings and turned on her tail, diving straight for the two males that had decided to fight each other. Talons and fangs were bared as she free-fell toward them, her eyes still burning that murderous red showing her intent.

You are both MINE!

In her cave Eiko hummed to herself, the dagger playing in the air as she swished it back and forth, a cruel smile on her lips. "Where are you sweet riders? I know you can't be far?" She sang the words, breathless in her tone as she searched the darkness.

[Elessar]

Emiath's eyes were like fire. The bronze wanted to draw blood, Nimarath wanted to draw blood... all the garnet wanted to do was feast on the aftermath. The bronze sped toward him, claws stretched out, and Emiath roared as his back was slashed open.

Nimarath's call kept him from descending into a blood frendy. She crooned, then hissed, and called an end to the bloodletting, despite the garnet not even having struck a single blow. Emiath screamed in anger, but the will that was on him was much stronger than Nimarath's normal power. He hissed and shot upwards to meet the Obsidian.

I always was, always have been, always will be yours, Nimarath![/color]

The garnet lunged for her.

"I'm right here," D'sel whispered, emerging like a shadow from the darkness. "Now why don't you give that knife back so I don't die in my night of glory and pleasure?" His eyes glittered. Finally, she would be his!

[Wish]

Nimarath didn't exactly expect the Garnet to move so quickly, but he had, she had forgotten that he had not endured the brunt of her flight like the others. Locking talons, sinking hers into his feet and hands as he no doubt did the same, she twisted, her wings tightening against her sides as they fell together. Finally, the dark sails spread, catching the wind under the dark red of the prince's. She gave an almost affectionate croon to him as she twined her neck with his, nipping at the male's neck and then biting down harder.

And I am yours.....but only for tonight Emiath.

There was a dark sort of promise in that, a teasing sort of song that she sung as she let herself fall to her more desirable emotions, the anger ebbing from her and thankfully from her rider as well. Things were better, they would be better at least, it just needed time. In her cave Eiko blinked a couple of times, letting an inhumane hiss escape her lips as she found something moving from the shadows. At that moment however Nimarath was caught, and for a split second the girl remembered who this was, and the dagger clattered to the ground as she ran to him. "D'sel!"

[Taylor]

Dalketh was far from pleased when the garnet and obsidian twined together. The red dragon's ichor was slick on the bronze's claws, however, and that pleased him. Oh, he may have missed his chance to kill the obsidian pretender or at least maim her terribly, but at least he had sunk his claws into a false king. It would have to do for now. With one last snarl, the bronze twisted away and flew off, back in the direction he'd come. He cast one more look back at the plummeting duo, disgusted and full of hatred. Still, the raging desire was not easily dismissed, and so there was a great deal of longing and disappointment in his gaze, as well.

He reached his ledge, looking down at his ichor-covered claws. Snaking his head down, he licked one paw clean, the sharp taste of his opponent on his tongue. Ugh. He shouldn't have lost. Shouldn't have failed to cut down the false queen. He glared towards the skies, vowing to do more damage next time.