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

[Bellatora]

Izanycorth was sleeping rather deeply, but her rider wasn't. She was going to be so tired.... but she was sitting up watching the dragoness. It had to be today. It just had to. It had been quite a while. It was still well before sun up. She was tired of waiting... and she simply couldn't sleep any longer. Her mind was too full and it just wouldn't be quiet. She was worrying about everything. Not to mention... she felt strangely irritable... and maybe a bit aggressive even. She bet that Iz had something to do with it. She sighed. The sun was barely starting to turn the sky a shade of light purple when Izanycorth awoke suddenly already growling and hissing - a sound which mixed together to be rather frightening.

Iirla shuddered. Iz didn't say a word before launching herself into the air and gliding over the corals below, picking out her first target. Iirla staredd, stunned. It took her a long moment to realize that it was finally happening. It was time. Her gold was going to fly! A sudden fear shot through her. Oh Faranth! She had been waiting for this day and yet... she was rather scared... She took a deep breath.

Oh no! Izanycorth bit into the first of her kills, intending to gorge... but Iirla couldn't let her do that. No! This had to be a good flight! NO! BLOOD IT! She closed her eyes and clenched her fists subconsciously as she attempted to force her will upon the angry gold. Izanycorth shook her head, fighting back, her jaws coming closer to her kill and even tearing a piece of meat from it... which Iirla had to force her to drop. Blood... blood only! Blood it! she reported it and continued to force more and more on her gold.

Finally Izanycorth blooded the beast... but she wasn't done. She went for another, this one she shook to death, tearing it, pieces strewn across her hide and on the ground. She shredded it... and attempted to gorge again... but Iirla forced her to blood again. The dragoness continued her rampage for some time, each kill becoming more brutal and messy... and less of them were blooded and the less she tried to gorge. Her growls and frustrations could be heard around the Weyr. She hissed again, stopping part way through killing her last beast to let out a roar of frustration... Wasted energy was not okay. She knew what she needed and her eyes started to swirl purple and red with a mixture of lust and anger.

If you dare to think yourselves worthy to chase the sunrise itself... I dare you to chase a queen with a blood streaked hide! She roared again at the top of her lungs, calling the males to her. All should chase, all should fear, all should love the sunrise! She hissed again and prepared herself to launch into the air, stretching her wings and preparing her legs to thrust her as high as they could. She sprang then, ehr wings snapping open and beating the early morning air, which the gold sun caught, glistening of luminescent golden hide and the blood of herdbeasts alike as the queen took to the air, growling again. All of them should chase her. She was a queen after all! A real queen!

[Elessar]

S'bel was asleep. Deeply, deeply asleep. It was well before dawn, and the Wingleader had been up late the previous night, trying to organize Records and make notes on Threadfall, as well as find a new Headwoman. Despite all of his thinking, he still had no one in mind. When he had stumbled back to his Weyr, he had removed his boots and shirt and fallen straight into bed, not even bothering with the sleeping furs.

As dawn crept closer, however, the rider began to stir, for his Bronze dragon was aggitated. Something was about to happen... something the pair of them had been waiting for for a very long time... Gold Izanycorth was going to fly.

Maerath could feel her mind as soon as the Gold woke, hissing and growling. The Gold dropped to the herd-beast corrals, and Maerath spread his wings with a mighty roar. S'bel jolted awake and flailed wildly, trying to figure out what had thrown his normaly mild-mannered Bronze into such a frenzy, and fell out of the bed onto the hard floor below. As he hit the ground, realization struck: Izanycorth.

S'bel could already feel his dragon's Flightlist building as the Bronze roared again before bursting out of the Weyr and into open sky, where he plummeted a good twenty or thirty feet before throwing open his massive wings to slow his fall. Landing gracefully at the feeding pens, he watched as his Golden Queen tore apart beast after beast, her hide smeared with the blood of her prey. The sight only served to increase his lust, and he bellowed again, eyes swirling madly.

The Gold roared herself out of pure frustration, and her eyes turned the purple and red of a Mating Flight. And then she called, though Maerath was already there. If you dare to think yourselves worthy to chase the sunrise itself... I dare you to chase a queen with a blood stroked hide! All should chase, all should fear, all should love the sunrise! She hissed, and jumped into the air, taking to the sky.

Maerath screamed his acceptance of her challenge. Leaping into the air after her, he swooped low over the feeding pens, grabbing a herd-beast in his talons, and another in his jaws. Bone cracked, and blood smeared across his own hide as he tossed the beasts down below him. Blood shall chase blood, and the Moon shall follow the Sun, my golden, glowing, sunrise of a Queen!

[/color]He called. He was not one for flowery promises in a flight, but he would make an exception... anything for her.

He knew others would join the flight. Bronze, Brown, Garnet, Blue. But he would outfly them all. He could catch his Queen! Trumpeting again, he twisted in midair, gaining both altitude and speed. He was strong, powerful, and had the stamina for a long, tiresome flight. She would be his!

S'bel fumbled briefly to untangle himself before shoving his bare feet into his boots. Maerath was already giving chase... it was time for him to do the same. Shirtless, he wound his way through the Weyr to Iirla's private rooms, where he found her standing, fists clenched in concentration. Approaching slowly, his own blue eyes seeming to swirl in lust, S'bel paused beside the Weyrwoman, looking out over the Weyr Bowl, where the Gold and her Chasers were already nearly out of sight.

He wanted to say something, but instead he stayed silent and steady by her side. Others would arrive soon, but they didn't matter. Only the dragons mattered now, and Izanycorth's final, Weyr-shattering choice.[/size][/center]

[Zero]

Vk'lan had been lying on his back in bed staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, when the sudden roar cut through the pre dawn skies. Someone was up early, he thought idly to himself as he folded his arms behind his head. Get up you fool, our Queen rises. The garnet hissed at his rider as he pulled himself from his weyr and out onto the ledge. She was not hard to spot, the odly colored gold was currently making a total mess of the beastpen. Thormyth found himself uttering a pleased rumbling at the violent bloodshed.

He would chase, of that there was no doubt. He was King, he was the great Istan Garnet! None of these petty creatures were even close to being worthy. His claws scraped the stone beneath him as he launched himself from his ledge and flew to tackle a scrambling wherry. The creatures neck was far too easily snapped and the crimson dragon drank the creatures blood greedily before launching himself at another and then one more. Each animal met the same fate and by the time he took flight their blood smeared his jaw and neck and seemed to make his hide shine that little brighter.

My Queen of Blood and Violence, your Prince of Chaos and Hate has risen to your call. Thormyth belted out a might roar as his wings beat the air into submission. With eyes more red than purple he followed her rising form into the early morning sky.

Vl'kan had stared dumbly after his dragon and had thoughts of calling his back when the first hints of flight lust began to dance at the back of his mind. Scowling he rolled out of bed and immediately left his room, pulling on a shirt as he went. It didn't take him long to reach the Weyrwomans quarters and as he approached he pushed the door open and slowly strode into the room...

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Ar'rex was halfway into his early plate of breakfast when the roar echoed through the hall. Hurry RexMine, the Queen has risen. Eat later, now get to Hers. Grumbling, the brownrider dropped his fork and wiped his mouth before dragging himself to his feet and heading out of the dining hall. Fine, but be careful Sithorath. With that the rider made his way through the halls till he found himself outside the Weyrwomans chambers and let himself in, joining the steadily gathering group of riders.

Sithorath glided from his ledge to the pens and stole the blood from a large wherry before launching himself into the crisp morning sky. Others were beginning to join the fray but the brown paid them little mind for now. The blind dragon only had an eye for Izanycorth, the others were just useless beings in his mind.

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[Zirin]

You may wish to awaken, Yufa. The bronzes are gathering. It had felt like forever ago that the garnet's voice had stolen her from sleep. She hadn't been happy to drag herself out of bed earlier than normal, but Braymoth had been rather insistant about it. So it was that she now stood on the ledge, dressed and groomed beside her freshly oiled garnet, her eyes glued to the Weyrwoman's weyr. There.

The garnet dragon was diving to the feeding pens before Yufa could offer any words of luck. He wouldn't care for them anyways. Clenching her fists, Yufa ran from the ledge. Braymoth pounced on first one, then a second herdbeast, bleeding both as quickly as he could. A third was managed before he finally took to the air after his queen. His. He had marked her all those days ago, and he would mark her again today.

He had no words of love or adoration. No sweet nothings, or screams of why he was worthy. She would learn in time. THey all would, even if he had to tear each one out of the sky to claim his prize. The red dragon gave a single, possessive bellow as he followed Izanycorth into the sky.

It wasn't long after that that Yufa found her way to the Weyrwoman's weyr. With a quick knock to announce her presence, she entered, staying close enough to the entrance that Iirla would be able to kick her out if she wanted. "Pardon the intrusion, My Lady." She spoke softly, offering a small curtsy of respect.

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Syphraelth was not quick so prepared for the flight. He had been so preoccupied with his exercises and healing that he hadn't been paying much attention to the shine of Izanycorth's hide. It wasn't until the roars began that he blinked open a confused eye and glanced out over the Weyrbowl. GarMine! Wake up! Our queen rises. I must give chase. The brown shook out his wings, giving a few stretches before leaning over the edge to blood a few kills of his own.

He needed to do this, needed to win. His wanted it, and Syph wanted Izanycorth. Stretching his wings once more as the blood of his kills ran down his throat, the brown launched himself into the air. It took a bit longer for him to gain speed and follow after the golden beauty, but once he was airborne he forgot his wounds, forgot his rider, forgot everything but Izanycorth.

My Queen Izanycorth! The sunrise is no contest against the beauty of your hide and the fire of your heart! He bellowed, his eyes gaining more purple with every beat of his wings. My Queen, let this brown give chase and he will be forever honoured!

J'degar sat up quickly at the sudden strong emotions from his dragon. He needed to get to Iirla's weyr, to be her chaser. The warmth of the body beside him rooted him to the spot, and he fought the need to seek out Izanycorth's rider. He had all he needed here beside him. Laying back down, he wrapped his arms around Assaila and kissed her neck.

[phantomofthewolves]

Sunset, I close my eyes
I pretend everything's alright
Drowning in anger from all these lies
I can't pretend everything's alright
Please don't let me fall forever
Can you tell me it's over now?

Banemith was depressed. Ever since Kayath's maiden flight, he would wallow in sorrow, his eyes swirling red with anger at the brown who stole her from him. WHY, MINE! WHY DID SHE NOT CHOOSE ME?! he screamed at G'daro. Look, Banemith, it wasn't my fault. She chose him because he was the best. NO! I WAS THE BEST! I GAVE HER EVERY OPPORTUNITY I HAD! Now, I can't seem to continue living...

Suddenly, a roar interrupted his sentence. Banemith knew who's roar was that. The Queen was rising! He roared and flew to the herdbeast pen and killed one. He sucked the blood from one and killed another. He blooded it just as G'daro arrived, his chest heaving to gain his breath. Banemith... Try your hardest... This is your true test... Every path we took, through wilderness, through war, has led to this... Banemith nodded and took to the air.

Once in the air, he gave a mighty roar to make his presence known to the Queen and all who dare to take it away. I challenge, my Queen! The sun is weak compared to your brilliance! he called to her. Now came the hardest part: stamina.

There's a hate inside of me like some kind of master
I tried to save you, but I can't find the answer
I'm holding onto you
I'll never let go
I need you with me as I enter the shadows....

[Akira]

Wraith had been watching and waiting for this day ever since he had lost the flight of that topaz. Oh well, here was yet another chance to prove that he wasn’t just an ordinary brown. No, he was so much more but he had yet been given the chance to prove this. Es'ra you might want to head towards Iirla's weyr. This is proving to be an interesting morning. He never took his quickly swirling eyes away from the golden form that was now terrorizing the feeding corals. He didn’t even wait to see if his rider had woken before standing and deftly taking to the skies after Izanycorth. Ah the lovely gold finally takes to the skies. My queen shouldn't compare herself to such a pathetic thing as the sun. For your shining hide lights all of Pern with its brilliance. He crooned as he flew beside yet behind the golden queen.

Es’ra woke when he heard Wraith’s voice inside of his head. He didn’t bother dressing as he normally would. Instead he just slipped on a pair of pants and headed out of his own weyr to that of the Senior Weyrwoman’s weyr. He knew better than to think that he would be the first, but he was definitely surprised to see that he was but the sixth person to enter the room. He didn’t speak a word to anyone, not even Iirla. Instead he bowed deeply before her as he took his place among the other’s waiting to see if their dragon would be the lucky one to catch Izanycorth’s fancy. A very small smirk crossed his lips as he let himself be taken over by his dragon’s lust. He was half human, and half dragon. He could see Izanycorth’s golden form as he heard his dragons words, but he also saw Iirla glowing in a golden brilliance as she stood before all the people gathered.

[Bellatora]

Iirla watched them come. She recongized each person.. but soon dragon and human were as one. Each was standing there in colors - browns, bronzes, garnets. Oh, what, no blues were brave enough for her. So sad. She felt herself licking her lips. Oh well. They weren't worthy either. Her eyes roamed over them as she backed away from them with what could only be described as a snarl. Her chasers... She hissed. Oh but not all of them were there yet.

Iirla took a sudden step forward towards her chasers and danced away, looking each in the eyes. Her eyes were a storm, dangerous and bloodthirsty. She placed a finger to her lips coyly. Oh all of you. Can not any of you comprehend the depths of despair in having a queen so lovely as I...? Dark despair... and love.... she asked allowed as her dragon asked her chasers.

Izanycorth spiraled upwards quickly. Oh... so this was all the males who would chase her... That was rather sad. Hrmm... and yet... They were all she needed. she did not yet see Cozyrith amongst them, but she had no doubt he would be coming... it was time to pick a challenge... a victim.

Am I truly a sunrise, Maerath... or am I more than that, my bloody king... Hmm... Chaos and Hate and Blood and Violence we are a combination like no other, Thormyth... but how hard will you fight? How hard will you fly...? And you Braymoth dare you think that you are worthy to chase so silently! she hissed, I have not fogotten that you dared to mark me, mischievous prince of plots and plans, subtle and yet... dark. You are no secret to me. She hissed. Hmm... perhaps he would be her first victim in this fight. Ah yes... it was a fight and a flight. Love and War.

Yes you may chase, charming Syphraelth... Fly your best or you shall be left behind. I wait for no one! Indeed it is, Banemith. A sweet brown with sweet words... but can you show me more. Can you do more? Ah Wraith what pleasing words... Come all of you! If I am beyond the sun then dare to chase your dark queen beyond! Come! Who's hide shall join with my blood and gold? She hissed and fell back towards them. Sithorath would be the first. She reached out with a claw to rake it down his back, pulling back up and flying outwards towards the seas themselves in her flight. This is not a flight alone! It is a fight! Bide by my words! Blood and ichor shall be spilled for me!

Izanycorth headed down towards the water, pulling up above it and causing the water to jump around her as the air of her wing sails beat against it, she gave a strong eat of her wings, her wingtips touching the water and splashing the salty liquid up into the air behind her as she again climbed higher. The skies themselves would be a challenge to them as well. She hissed. Oh yes... Many challenges she would give them... best of all... she hoped to have them fight amongst them for her. She hissed.

Iirla hissed and danced towards Ar'rex, reaching out with a hand and moving to rake her fingernails across his skin before spinning away, aggression, lust, anger, hatred all of these things... craving her attention.

[Elessar]

As S'bel stood, colours began to blur. His vision darkened for a moment, and he closed his eyes, letting the Flight lust roll over him in waves so powerful he thought he might explode. When he opened his eyes, he saw through his dragon's vision. Iirla was a bright, shimmering Gold, and the other men and women in the room shone brown, bronze, and red.

Iirla-Izanycorth danced toward the men and women of the chasing dragons, then twirled away. Her eyes spoke of blood. "Oh all of you. Can not any of you comprehend the depths of despair in having a queen so lovely as I...? Dark despair... and love..." S'bel stayed silent. It was not his place to respond.

Maerath, however, responded with a low snarl in his throat that burst forward as a roar. As Izanycorth spun upwards, he flattened his wings to his side in a powerful stroke, bringing him farther up into he sky. He did not look back, but he knew that more would come. Cozyrith, indeed, was not among the chasers... but he would be there.

Am I truly a sunrise, Maerath... or am I more than that, my bloody king... He didn't justify her with a flowery answer. More, my Queen! You are everything!

[/color] He roared, spinning in the air, trying to bring himself as close to her as possible.

When she turned, falling bark towards them, he lunged, as if trying to catch her, but instead slid under her to avoid collision. The Gold slid her claws down Sithorath's back before coming back up into the air and turning towards the seas. One down... how many more would be bloodied before this flight was over?

Maerath knew that even should she blood him, even should she maim him, he would still fly. He refused to give up. Snarling as he passed the injured dragon, he let his wings fold again, and let himself fall down, down, down to the water, where his Queen's wingtips beat against it. He snapped open his own wings again, claws raking the water briefly before he turned, spiraling back up into the air.

As Iirla moved toward Ar'rex, S'bel moved out of her way. He would not get between a Queen dragon and her prey. She bloodied him, just as her dragon had bloodied him, and S'bel found a reckless grin appear on his face. So, she wanted blood? He and his bonded could give her blood...[/size][/center]

[phantomofthewolves]

By your words indeed, great queen of Trelis, no of Pern! I can show you the world, the universe! The stars quiver in fear of your brilliance! Banemith called to the Gold. As the Gold spoke to him, his heart filled with more determination and hope. Show you more, you say? I can certainly do more! he cried and with that he dove to the seas to her as her wings splashed the water with every wing beat. He spread his wings at just the right moment and soon he was skimming over the water.

He dipped his claw into the water, causing a stream of water to rise from it. He rose up and soon he was above the mighty Queen. He crooned with thought, should he try to catch her early, or should he try to last until the end? It was certainly a hard decision indeed. Banemith turned to look the bronze Maerath and the others. It may not work, but it was a risk he was willing to take. SHE'S MINE! he cried and with a roar he rose high above everyone. He waited for the right moment to strike then, as she rose, he dove to her at high speed, claws outstretched to catch her by surprise. But she could dodge it, ruining everything. But it was too late, as he sped closer to striking point.

G'daro was with the other rider when he heard his dragon roar. Oh, no! NO! he thought as he felt him dive to try to catch her. BANEMITH! DON'T DO IT! BAIL OUT! he called to him, but it came too late.

[Wish]

They had never thought that the one day they'd be out talking to the Lord Holder of Sollace that she would rise. The call came though, the mental urge reaching Coziryth as the bronze rose from his curled up position. He didn't say anything, he just growled low in his throat and went for the nearest wherry. S'vrin quickly ran from the meeting room, meeting the Bronze as he landed bloodied and with a few feathers still clinging to his hide.

It was only moments later that the Wingleader jumped off of the dragon's neck and onto Iirla and Izanycorth's ledge. He walked, careful to not make too much of an impression other than look over in the Weyrwoman's direction. It was Coziryth who made the move to announce their presence, bellowing as he watched the foolish brown make way for his Queen. Youre a fool dragonet! Only our Queen decides!

Folding his wings in Coziryth aimed to attack the brown as he sped down toward the beautiful Gold. His claws were outstretched, his fangs bared and hatred spinning red in his otherwise violet eyes. No one would ruin her flight, no one would ruin this moment of glory for their Queen! There was no way out, there was Izanycorth below and the Bronze above. One would be hit, the question was which.

[Elessar]

Maerath screamed, a sound he rarely made. The resulting sound was quite terrifying, to be quite honest. The purple in his eyes was almost completely obliterated by a swirling, raging red, a red that demanded blood as Banemith swung to catch the golden Queen by force and surprise.

As the brown dropped, a bronze blur came out of nowhere. COZIRYTH!

[/color] The mental shout was meant to distract the bronze momentarily. Maerath had sworn to Izanycorth that he would not let Coziryth touch her, let alone catch her, even if it meant his life.

Snapping his wings out to slow himself, he placed himself directly above his Golden Queen. Now she was no longer in danger of being hit... but Maerath was. As the brown descended, Coziryth right after him, Maerath roared and took the full impact of Banemith.

The two dragons' wings fouled with each other, but Maerath was twisting, turning, his claws scrabbling at Banemith angrily so that he could get back to his flight. Finally snapping at Banemith with fangs sharp as daggers, Maerath pushed himself off from the smaller dragon, his hide dripping blood.

Where had that come from? He supposed Banemith must have hit him... no worries. Roarind again, he twisted in midair and dropped down at Coziryth. You will not touch her![/color] He screeched. If he had to fight each and every one of these dragons, he would do it. Anything for her![/size][/center]

[phantomofthewolves]

Banemith was in claw's reach of the Gold when Bronze Maerath took the impact of his fall. He had stopped him! He screeched and attacked the older bronze. They fought, their claws scraping their hides, until the bronze pushed off of him. He was bleeding, but he was alright to fly.

Stupid bronze. he grumbled. With blood dripping from his brown hide, he swerved behind the gold, and Maerath, and crooned sadly. Please, forgive my actions my queen. I did not know what I was thinking back there. he said to her. I will fight for you, Izanycorth of Pern, forever and always!

G'daro was horrified when he heard Banemith's screech. He felt him fight with the bronze, thinking he would die. Then he heard him speak again. He smiled with joy, tears welling up in his eyes. He may have ruined his chances, bu he was glad his dragon was still alive and in the game.

[Zero]

Vl’kan couldn’t stop the growl that slipped past clench teeth as more riders shirked into the room. Through his blood and lust filled haze it was still plain to see the look of desire written on every one of their faces as they practically drooled at their Queens feet. Another snarl as he eyed the flash of bronze that chose to hover dangerously close to Iirla’s side. His hands clenched into fists at his side, nails digging sharply into the soft flesh of his palms, and his eyes narrowed. Oh woe be it to the poor fool who dared try to lay a hand on her as she danced and twirled around the room. It was probably a good thing the dagger he usual carried on his person was resting cold and far out of reach back in his room.

Thormyth snarled and snapped at a passing flash of brown that dared stray too close to him and, in turn, his prize. A terribly delicious combination like no other. Oh do grant me the pleasure of striking these underlings down. I always said I would be thrilled to spill blood for you. Diving to his right, the crimson dragon slithered out of her way as she turned to dive through the bunch, a risky move, and inflict her violence on the first victim of the morning. A weak old fool, he should have moved faster. Chuckling darkly Thormyth snapped his wings down and shot after the golden form as she dropped towards the water before spiraling back up into the clouds.

She didn’t want sickening sweet words, she needed power, passion, and the mindset to back it up. This was when all those countless candlemarks of training day in and day out would pay off. Falling into place at her side yet a little up and behind, Thormyth glanced up in time to see not one but two dragons careening in on their Queen’s position. That foolish hatchling was on a mission to ensnare their Queen! The garnet roared and rose to meet the brown in the air, jaw snapping towards the other males tail as he sought to tear deep into the browns flesh but made sure to dive out of the way before he could get caught up in the screaming bronzes rage. She was his, he had deemed it so many turns ago and would be dammed if anyone, especially those pompous bronzes, laid a claw on her.


Sithorath cried out in rage and pain as Izanycorth dragged her claw down his back. For a moment his wings fumbled as the pain burned the back of his mind before he regained control. He wasn’t out of this yet. Yes he was hurt, his ego torn and bruised by her one simple action but he couldn’t give up. She still called to him, instinct drove him onward, though by now he was near the back of the pack. The blind brown was determined to give chase till his wings gave out or his heart burst, whichever came first.

Ar’rex snarled and cried out in pain as his own back suddenly felt as though it were on fire and it took all his strength not to fall to his knees then and there. Staggering a few steps back, the brownrider shook his head attempting to clear it and lock away the agonizing pain for now. He was distracted, however, by the dancing golden figure of Iirla as she drew towards him. She scratched at his arms and he growled at the painful, pleasurable contact and moved, too late, to grab her as she quickly danced away.

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[Zirin]

Braymoth eyed the competition as he followed up behind Izanycorth. He was a rather large garnet, though what he had in overall size he lacked in muscle. In a one on one against bronzes he knew he wouldn't come out unharmed. He needed them, and the large browns, removed. He remained silent for quite some time, even after Izanycorth reprimanded him for his silence.

You would prefer if I wasted your time shouting the same words of praise as every other dragon? I know you're smart enough to know your beauty is as endless of the skies, my dear Izanycorth, I didn't think you'd need someone like me to tell you. His eyes whirled with reds and purples as he followed her through the skies, hanging towards the back of the group for the time being. He had watched the golden queen long enough to assume this wouldn't not be a friendly, flirty flight. No.. He was more than content to let the lesser, idiotic dragons play in the front for now. I dared my queen, where these others did not. They are cowards, every one of them.

He didn't doubt - never had - that marking her would bring her wrath upon him. He didn't care. Every attack his mark caused her to loose on him would bring her that much closer to his grasp. That said, when Izanycorth dropped back towards them he was well prepared to roll to the side, snickering as one of his competitors got to experience the ferocity of her claws already. Oh yes, his tongue ran across his lips as the delicious scent of blood filled his nostrils, this would be a flight to remember.

One mildly injured dragon was not what he needed however. Ahh... and there was Coziryth joining the fray. Braymoth hissed in delight as the bronze's appearance turned into a bit of a bloodbath, though he remained away from the fighting for the time being. Look at that my queen. They don't even think you are good enough to defend yourself. What fools they are.

Unlike her dragon, Yufa was having a much harder time keeping the anger and possessive thoughts from her mind. As Iirla danced towards one of the men and touched him, Yufa couldn't stop herself from growling at Ar'rex.

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Oh what a glorious queen Izanycorth was! To allow this injured and lazy brown the honour of chasing was more than he had thought possible mere moments before. I shall fly until my wings fall from my back My Queen. Never shall I stop longing for your serene beauty and grace! He cooed to her, beating his wings as best he could to keep up, managing a comfortable place in the middle of the pack of chasers.

Of course, that meant the brown needed to bank sharply when Izanycorth turned on them. Bugling in surprise, he tucked his wings and dropped a few feet to ensure he avoided her claws, rising back up as soon as he could, though he had to repeat the maneuvre to put space between himself and the fight. You would dare fight when the wonderful queen Izanycorth has need of your attention? Of course, Banemith did receive a warning growl for his childish attempt at an early catch.

Syphraelth attempted to follow the gold to the water, but his wings protested the effort and he was forced to rise a tad higher, nonetheless enjoying the spray her wings sent up.

[Bellatora]

Izanycorth hissed. NO! How dare he try to catch her so early. She angled herself away... but before she could do a thing.... These stupid bronzes were attempting to protect her! Do you think me defenseless! You fools! Leave him be! Do not touch him! You shall all feel my wrath...

She hissed and headed up again. Banemith, you are forgiven. Now... Fly hard and fast! Understand?! She hissed again and turned towards Cozyrith. If you wish to spill blood for me, Thormyth, dark prince... Then help me to take Cozyrith from the skies!

She ignored Braymoth all together at this point... She was more intent on taking out her rage on the offenders. She did not let Maerath go unscathed, biting at him as she came close then shot past. But it was Cozyrith who had her anger now...

Run Cozyrith! Run... You shall die! She beat her wings harder and headed up after him, her teeth reaching out to bite at his tail and bring him into her reach.

Oh... She could already taste blood and it excited her. The coppery tang of it on her pallet. She licked her lips as she reached the Bronze and ripped into his wings with tooth and claw. Fall from the sky, my sweet, sweet bronze... Between is waiting for you... Her eyes whirled a fast red of anger and agitation. Yes... this would be the death that would mark her flight!

Iirla walked closer to S'vrin, her eyes seeming to whirl. She seemed nothing but angry. She grabbed hold of him and quickly shoved him with all her strength and weight, picking herself up and away from him... bumping into S'bel, who she turned to with what could only be a growl and scratched at. She turned again. The poor injured brown... She gave what could almost be interpreted as a croon and gently leaned into him, planting a kiss on him before dancing away again... this time, running a hand across Vl'kan's face.

Oh... her prince's were doing fine... The bronze in the skies though... she could hear him scream.

((As requested by Wishy... Izy will kill Cozyrith...))