Trith
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Post by Trith on Sept 15, 2010 22:41:43 GMT -5
Who: Trith and her chasers Where: Flight grounds What: Gold Flight When: Sunrise
The sun was just below the horizon. A fresh breeze blew in from the ocean, a salty breath of air over the cliff and through the open-ended personal weyrs. A glowing form stood ready perched on the edge of her weyrledge, the breeze stirring up dust and grass seeds that wafted and swirled around her half-open wings. A low trill vibrated up from her chest, setting the entire weyr awash with sound. Her bonded sat up in bed, on edge in a familiar way. Trith was ready, so ready for her chase. How she yearned for the males, but it wasn’t time yet, not time. Everything had to be perfect for her moment. Each time, it was perfect, but she yearned to outshine her last performance, and she was bound to do it this day.
Samhara pulled on loose pants and a comfortable shirt, her own heart yearning to begin alongside her gold’s. She’d have to be careful not to let Trith go too soon, or the flight wouldn’t end as well. She was especially obstinate when it came to blooding, and it took all of Samhara's well-trained will power to keep her in line so she wouldn't be weighed down with excess meat.
The sun’s golden lip slipped just over the horizon, and Trith called out her challenge to the world in a ringing bugle of desire, echoing and re-echoing off the rocks. Samahara was instantly beside her, ready to control the flight, and Trith fell from the high ledge with barely a whisper of movement, her wings snapping out with a clap of displaced air as she soared straight back up, heading for the feeding grounds with quick, strong beats. Her bonded stood precariously close to the edge of the cliff as she watched, momentarily lost for thought before she snapped back to herself. The goldrider walked back to her door and out into the hallway, pausing at an intersection as Trith made it to the feeding grounds. She'd need to focus for this part, then the flight would go smoothly.
She leaned against the wall even as she leaned against Trith’s need to feed holding the gold to blood only. Roaring fiercely at the pressure to not eat the meat, the large gold was up in the air and tackling another herdbeast in anger, blooding it as well. Her claws sliced through the herdbeast like paper, dropping the animal in a heartbeat. She eyed a third before making a decision and thrusting powerfully upwards into the air and straight up, a flash of golden might, swift and sure as an arrow darting for the pure blue of the morning sky. Sparse clouds laced the sky with yellow, orange and pink as Rukbat’s face edged further up, but the gold would put it to shame. She glowed as if she too were a brilliant star, her color warm and coppery in the brilliant shine. Again, she voiced her challenge, calling her males to come, come all. They needed to prove themselves worthy of her.
Samhara made it with ease to the flight rooms, taking her customary spot within the center of the room. First to arrive, she took a pace of the room before centering herself, ready for the task ahead. Already she was slipping into the gold’s mind. Things became sharper as the world tilted crazily and she pumped large, powerful wings as she arrowed upwards, trying to outshine and outrace the rising sun. The room faded until she felt the wind on her skin, over-sensitive to pressure changes in the air, the rise and fall of thermals. Those males who could, would follow her up, ever upward. The sky was her goal, she'd brush the clouds and touch the stars, sweep them together and fling them away with a sweep of her tail.
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Post by Kristin on Sept 16, 2010 12:11:57 GMT -5
Eneth was sleeping when the call came. He wasn‘t in deep slumber by any means so he was roused quickly. For a while now he had known that the beautiful Trith was going to be rising soon and had been careful to never overeat because a full belly while chasing Trith just wouldn‘t do. And now the call had finally come, Trith had issued her challenge and Eneth was on his way to participate in his first flight. It was a shame that Trith had risen so soon after they graduated, so Eneth hadn‘t had the chance to practice with the pretty greens, but it couldn‘t be helped. But he had to hurry! Trith would be terribly offended if Eneth arrived late and the bronze generally tried to be in the gold‘s good graces, especially if he intended to catch her.
There was no fanfare when Eneth arrived on the feeding grounds. He was focused on the task of preparing for the flight and didn‘t want to waste precious energy beforehand by trying to impress the queen. He would show her what he was worth during the flight with his actions. Eneth made a quick job of the herdbeasts and was soon raring to go.
And indeed when Trith shot up in the sky, Eneth wasn‘t far behind. He focused completely on Trith and gave no heed to others chasing, as far as Eneth was concerned this flight was about only them and any other dragons that thought they had a chance with the lovely Trith would soon learn. He didn‘t know why he had been so silly to think that he actually liked greens better because he had clearly been wrong. Golds, and especially Trith, were beautiful and majestic and big and just generally better than some stupid greens. Never again would Eneth chase greens, he decided. And no other golds either. The young bronze was certain that no dragon could ever compare to Trith and therefore he would only chase her from now on. Well he was probably going to change his mind the next time another dragon rose but for today, this was what Eneth had decided.
F‘ren‘s eyes flew open when Eneth woke up with the intention to chase. This was the day they had been waiting for. It was no fun to ride a bronze but still be a nobody. F‘ren wanted to be a Wingleader, at the very least a Wingsecond, but being a Weyrleader would do. F‘ren smirked and jumped out of the bed, pulling on some pants before he ran out of his small weyr. It was the understatement of the century that he had a vague interest in Weyrleadership, it had been his dream since he was little and so far all his other childhood dreams had come true, so why shouldn‘t this one as well?
The flight rooms weren‘t hard to find. F‘ren had memorized the quickest route there early on in his weyrlinghood, knowing that he was going to need it someday. It paid off because he was the first one to arrive, like he had wanted to. He didn‘t know how big of a part goldriders played in deciding the outcome of flights, but if they did F‘ren was going to make sure he was Samhara‘s favorite.
But it was growing more difficult by the minute to focus on sucking up to Samhara and in the end F‘ren managed nothing but a polite greeting before merging minds with Eneth. This flight lust thing was affecting him more than F‘ren had thought it would.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 16, 2010 17:07:23 GMT -5
Always lovers of the dawn and the predawn beauty, V’ton and Dysiiliouth had been resting above the bowl, taking ease in the company of eachother. As the soft air sscented with familiar brine twined about the pair, a sudden movement disrupted the peace. A great bronze head swung unerringly to the Queen’s Weyr, even as V’tons’ eyes widened. Dysiiliouth quickly imparted the glowing image of Trith, even as the gorgeous queen stood, picturesque, amid a breeze. Slapping Dysiiliouth’s shoulder, V’ton strode quickly away from the bronze, even as he shifted, diving down to the scattered herd for a buck of his own.
As blood, hot and rich, poured down the throat of the bronze, V’ton felt the familiar metallic tang, delighting alongside his bronze in the thrill that lit the air on fire. He and his dragon had always shared things intimately, and took pleasure in such-blooding before a flight was no exception. Snapping his wings wide, Dysiiliouth welcomed V’ton into his mind even as he launched gracefully and quickly back to a ledge, wings held wide as he studied the queen. He knew, via his, that K’roi had no wish to partake, despite Gareth’s being prior. How both he and V’ton ached for a chance at this, His for the chance to prove himself, he for the glorious beauty below, who was elegant in each flight, each better than before.
As the sun backed Trith, her challenge echoing, Dysiiliouth returned her bugle with a ringing roar of acceptance, deep voice echoing a breath after hers, encouraging and hopeful. All the Weyr gloried in the flights, in the eggs, the pride of their mother. V’ton, reaching the room even as he felt Dysiiliouth edging more into his head, bowed to Samhara, and raised an eyebrow at F’ren before nodding. He’d not been aware overtly that the surviving Weyrlings were old enough to chase-and Eneth might not have the stamina needed, but each bronze, and some browns, were encouraged to try. Then again, F’ren had some… intensities, that made V’ton curious-and wary.
As Trith dispatched the second beast, V’ton became aware through his bronze of her hesitancy. Would two be enough for a long, high, and acrobatic enough flight? The question was quickly shoved aside as he let himself fall into the mind of the great bronze dragon, which powered into the air in a flurry of wing beats, taking advantage of a thermal to aid him in gaining height. Aware of the younger bronze, Dysiiliouth powered up higher, whirling lavender eyes tinted with red focused entirely on the beauty of Trith as he flew. A small part of the bronze welcomed his bonded fully, before together they dove from a thermal, spinning into the next and arcing back up again, answering the second challenge with another ringing roar of their own.
The bronze dove from thermal to thermal in the queen’s wake, wings beating smoothly as the wind whistled of his hide, playing through the air in a flirtatious manner, more than ready to show off for the vision of draconian beauty he sought ahead, performing wing-overs and rolls, once diving down almost atop Eneth before snapping his wings to soar back into another thermal. He’d bever attack the other bronze, no, but show off skill and daring in the air? Oh indeed, as the younger bronze was unproven, new, his first time chasing any beauty of wing and tail, claw and hide.
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Sept 16, 2010 20:55:56 GMT -5
V'taph was awake already, oiling one of his riding harnesses. Old age was good for something, and that was that he generally needed less sleep these days. Veneth was lightly dozing on the ledge, angled not-so-discreetly toward Trith's ledge. V'taph chuckled at him every time he looked up at his dragon. Veneth was a brown, and a small one at that, but he was fast and tricksy enough in the air to hold his own in most Flights. But with every bronze in the Weyr rising to Chase the queen, V'taph had his doubts this time. There was no harm in letting the brown try, of course. As the queen trilled, V'taph nudged his lifemate with his elbow. "You better go blood something if you hope to last, my friend." Veneth peeked one sleepy eye at him, then gave a biiiiiiiig, draconic yawning stretch, looking much like a feline as he padded his outstretched paws before him. Thank you, was the happy response given as Veneth simply fell from the ledge. Wings cut open just in time to angle him for a perfect glide across the herd, snaring one of the beasts as he did so. He wished he could eat, but he'd be too full and heavy if he did. Killing it quickly and blooding it as much as he could, he left the carcass near the culling pens. No use wasting the meat if the twolegs could salvage it. There he waited the final few moments, until Trith had called her challenge and blooded her own messy kills. She was glorious in that, the blood streaking across her muzzle in a dangerous display, and Veneth felt his desire rise. Oh, he would love to catch this beauty, to twine his neck with such formidable grace. To sire his own get from such a beauteous dam. Jumping up to hover while she finished, he watched her with all the intensity of his lust. When she finally took to the sky, he was quick to dart after her, ignoring the two bronzes that closed in nearby. Pah! They were young and lacked his experience. He would teach them a thing or three in the air this day! V'taph chuckled and shook his head at his bondmate, putting his harness and supplies carefully away. Long practice kept the feeling from overwhelming him just yet. He quickly washed off the oil that had gotten on his arms and torso and dressed in clothing that was easily removable. No sense in letting some Flightmoth (or the Weyrwoman - who knew?) possibly damage his clothing in the haste to remove them. Calmly, he made his way down to the Flight Room, nodding politely to those he passed on the way. Entering, he gave a quick bow to the Weyrwoman before taking up a space nearby and letting down his walls, letting Veneth's mind wash over his. .o0O0o. L'cin had been up for a candlemark already, sitting on the ledge of his weyr leaning against a drowsily-happy Queth. He'd been reading by glowlight, as the sun hadn't crested the horizon just yet. Queth had been 'listening in' to his thoughts as he read, enraptured in the account of one of the brave Weyrwomen of the past and and a different plague that had threatened their ancestors. They were enjoying the companionable predawn silence of the Weyr, when suddenly L'cin felt Queth become alert. "...What's wrong?" he asked in confusion, trying to soothe his dragon. He was suddenly very tense, and there was a taut strain to all of his muscles. The queen Rises, was the quietly reverent response. Whipping his attention over to Trith's ledge, he could see her glowing form readying itself for Flight. (He'd recognize that glow anywhere now, thanks.) It took only a moment for panic to seize him. He could feel it, sure as the coming dawn, that Queth wanted to Chase. Looking toward his brown with pleading eyes, L'cin shivered. He wasn't ready and he'd never done this and he didn't want to deny Queth but he didn't want to go there and just lose his first time to some...random person...and... I want to try, Mine. You don't have to try, remember? was the brown's hopeful argument. L'cin took a deep breath and rested his head against Queth's side, trying to absorb a little of the great beast's calm. "You're right, love. You're right. Will you give me a moment?" The brown nodded understandingly, and L'cin made his preparations. This pretty much consisted of locking every door there was into his Weyr. He'd lock himself in his actual bedchamber area in a moment, too. As satisfied as he was going to get, he paced quickly over to the gargantuan brown and gave his side a hug. Queth nuzzled the blond head affectionately, whuffing at him gently. Then the queen trumpeted her challenge and sprang from her ledge. I go now, love. I will see you when I return. Wish me luck and good thermals! Stepping back, L'cin nodded. Queth jumped from their ledge, his long wings snapping open to rocket him up and toward the shining beacon of his queen. Crooning his affection loudly, he began his Chase as soon as she left the Feeding Grounds. L'cin, left on the ledge, wrapped his arms tightly about himself and watched for a few moments. When he began to feel the deepening connection, he retreated to his personal chambers and sat down on his furs. He recognized the growing feeling this time; and though he didn't welcome it, he was, at least, prepared. .o0O0o. Feynth hissed angrily at S'ren as she grumbled and rolled over again. No, mine, it doesn't matter than I can feed myself now. You need to be up because of HER. S'ren rolled over and squinted an eye at Feynth in confusion. 'Her who , wherryhead?'If a dragon could roll its eyes, Feynth would be doing so. Oh, no one important, just the queen who is about to rise RIGHT NOW. Easily forgotten, I'm sure, he deadpanned. Really, didn't His pay attention at all? Or was she really that deep asleep that she didn't know that had been the only thing on his mind the past sevenday? Blinking lethargically twice more, the words finally sunk in and S'ren popped up in a flurry. "Oh shells, it's happening now?!" Sighing she grumbled and started tugging on the first tunic she found. "...Couldn't have picked a better time than first thing in the sharding morning, nooo, had to go and Rise while decent people are still sleeping..." she muttered on as she finished dressing. "This'll be fun to watch!" she finally said with a grin, spinning to face her dragon. It was only when she finished that she realized the way that Feynth was watching the sky outside. And the muted but whirling emotions underneath that calm exterior. ...Oh. Ohhhhh. "...You want to Chase her?" she said in surprise. Blinking and running a hand along Feynth's bunched haunches. She hadn't realized - and she should have, she chastised herself. Yes, was the simple response, full of certainty. "...Well then, what're you waiting for?" she said with a smile, giving the blue a gentle shove that wouldn't actually budge his mass. "Go get 'er." And with that encouragement, Feynth leapt from their ledge and bugled his desire. Taking to the skies, he rocketed after the beautiful queen. S'ren shook her head in affectionate amusement. She didn't think he would actually win, of course. Who ever heard of a blue catching the queen? Well, there were occasions over in Honshu, apparently - but they also had all those cool telekinetic skills. Feynth, uh, had never really tried that stuff. But it would definitely be amusing, to say the least. And he was old enough. Which was why she was grinning devilishly and whistling a jaunty tune as she made her way to the Flight Rooms. Ahh, it had been year now! And M'ma couldn't fault her for Flightlust! Especially since the main argument against sex was the effect on the young dragon's mind. Ticking through the various Flightmoths she knew - male and female - she was vaguely curious who she'd get to end up with. .o0O0o. Tess was up and grinding some herbs into a poultice for one of her patients when Jaser gave an excited chirp. Glancing over to the perch he'd taken in the corner, she felt his bouncing excitement. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she sent back a mental nudge. "G'wan, you. Go have your fun like I know you will." With a happy little chirp, Jaser somersaulted off his ledge and dropped into between. Grinning back at the feverish Rider awaiting that poultice, she motioned with her thumb to the area he once was. "Randy fire-lizard," she said cheekily as way of explanation, getting a weak laugh from the man. Jaser popped into being above the Feeding Grounds, crooning his love and adoration for the majestic queen. Oh, how he adored her! He was small, but were she only to choose him - oh, the wonder it would be! Chittering lovingly, he was only momentarily surprised when she took off, giving a squawk as she left him spinning in her wake. Righting himself, he bugled and began his chase. It didn't occur to him that he would be quickly left behind, but some fire-lizards never learn.
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Mango
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Post by Mango on Sept 16, 2010 22:46:36 GMT -5
It had been coming. All the males knew. The browns and bronzes had been watching as the lovely Trith got more and more lovely. This had sent U'ar and Odyth into some deep thinking. Were they ready? It had been a long time. They had been thinking about it for several days now, weighing the idea in their heads.
That night, the idea was weighing so heavily on his mind, he had a dream about her. About Mela. Her and Circeth were there. They smiled sweetly at him and bade him and Odyth come sit with him.
The dream seemed like a long one, but U'ar was amazingly happy through the whole thing. Mela and he talked for what felt like hours to the sleeping man. And when Rukbhat was just fighting to rise, Mela gave U'ar a sweet kiss on the lips, gentle and full of love.
I love you she said to him, taking a step back and looking at him with a strange mix of love and happiness and sadness And we shall always love each other. But I'm gone. You have to move on. Be happy. Find another love. It will never replace ours but it could be just as amazing. You'll never know until you try. Circeth and I want you to try. Be truly happy again. For our little Mu. Move on....
And with that, U'ar was awake, tears in his eyes and a soft tingle on his lips. He hoped it would never go away but it started to fade as he became more awake and more aware of his surroundings. It was all a dream. But a most wonderful dream. He sat up in bed and allowed the tears to fall. He cried. He cried hard, but only for a few minutes. It wasn't that he was afraid of crying. It was that was all he needed.
Mela had asked him to move on. That was what he needed to actually do it. It might only be a dream, but it felt so real. He looked to his brown. The large brown looked confidently back at his rider. They had to move on. He was sure it would be what Circeth wanted. U'ar stood and walked over to the creature, leaning against him and staring out into the dawn. It was their dawn, he felt. The dawn where they could breathe a little easier. Already, a knot of worry was gone in his chest.
Yes, he could live his life. It was not a disservice to his Mela. In fact, it would be helpful to his daughter. Suddenly,U'ar's thoughts were interrupted. Odyth raised his large head and stared out into the rising rays of Rukbat. Trith, she Rises. It is time, Mine.
They then heard the challenging bugle. The two had been so lost in thought, they missed her first challenge. U'ar quickly dressed and Odyth took off, giving a strong bugle to the golden beauty. He was there. He was back. He had the Flightlust of many many missed flights pumping through him. He was a bit later than some of the others, but he was strong and large for a brown and wanted it.
As U'ar arrived in the flight room, he was surprised to see that he was not the odlest one there. But that did not matter. Odyth might not have Chased in a while, but he was still in prime condition. They had not given up training for Thread fighting after all. He allowed himself to glance at Samhara and was overcome with lust. She was gorgeous. He had not often seen her and that just made her even more like a goddess. He must have her. Odyth-U'ar wanted it very much. They flew for Mu....they flew for Mela.
Odyth called again to Trith, this time sweetly. She was so beautiful. He glanced over at his competition. Peh. They were no match for him. A few young whelps and an oldtimer. And a blue. And a flit. They were no match. He may not be as agile as the older, smaller brown, but he could catch her. The bronzes here were much to young to claim her. The blue was laughable. He easily tore past a few of the slower competitors, making it a point to fly close to the older brown, Veneth, so that Trith may see that he was the bigger and better creature. He was radiant. Just as when he fought for his Circeth.
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Post by Maykat on Sept 17, 2010 19:51:10 GMT -5
Felath had been preparing for a sevenday for Trith to rise. Every morning he made V’mio run him through a gauntlet of wing exercises that the bronze never remembered on his own. He was waiting for her at the feeding grounds and hissed at other bronzes that got too close to him. Once Trith did arrive, the other bronzes and the rest of the world melted away. The only thing that mattered was the shining gold tearing at herdbeasts. He sprung after her, his great wings pumping. He didn’t bother with flirtation or showy flying. Felath saved his energy, knowing barrel rolls wouldn’t catch Trith. Only smart, hard flying would.
V’mio was entirely uninterested in the idea of Weyrleadership but he had never inhibited Felath before and was not about to start now. After seeing the bronze off on his chase, V’mio headed for the flight rooms. He stayed towards the back of the group, not wanting to crowd Samhara, but still wanting to be able to watch the goldrider. Samhara shifted between a woman and a shining gold dragon as Felath’s emotions took over his mind. He was dimly aware of other people arriving but what happened in the flight room was losing importance compared to what happened in the air.
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Ineth had gone from irritated to downright angry. She was close to rising anyway, and all the bronzes and most of the browns had been ignoring her in favor of Trith. Even some blues were going wherry-brained over her! Ineth watched Feynth in the pack of chasers and grumbled. Stupid gold, nothing but a giant, bloated shiny thing. Surprising she could even stay in the air. Took her twenty minutes and a half mile just to make a simple turn. Ineth floated in the ocean, keeping up a mental tirade against the queen while R’tel completely ignored her.
Instead, R’tel was focused on the stream of men heading into the flight room after the Weyrwoman. He loved goldflights as much as Ineth hated them. Quick, easy and the guys didn’t want to cuddle or talk or anything afterwards. Sometimes the girls did, and that was okay. Girls were allowed to be mushy like that. He winked at an apprentice crafter, grinning wickedly as the boy blushed red and looked away.
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Rouxy
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Post by Rouxy on Sept 17, 2010 23:12:20 GMT -5
So close. He'd been soooo close! Gareth could feel the queen's proximity as a tangible presence even when distant from her; his queen's closeness to her Flight was unmistakable. K'roi was ready to leave, having settled the most immediate affairs of the Weyr. It was a scant hour before dawn, and he'd risen early in anticipation of being off for the next several days to keep his lustful bronze away from the gold. Gareth had whined and wheedled, the bronze gruff in ways that were never usually part of his nature. It drove K'roi practically up the wall as he cajoled, pushed and practically bullied the big uncooperative bronze into his flight harness.
After almost an entire candlemark, some large bruises and several well-directed curses later, the bronzepair were ready to leave, and Gareth stepped to the weyrledge with a rumble of dissent in his chest. K'roi urged the bronze onward, intent on his goal of settling into Honshu for a few days and maybe studying some of their more eclectic material in the process. The bronze finally launched from his ledge, making for the sky with powerful down sweeps of his wings. The pair rose into the clear, gradually brightening sky even as the sun broke over the horizon. A bugling call rose on the air, brazen as a bell and just as powerfully alerting. Gareth gave a physical jerk to stop his forward momentum, nearly giving his rider a serious case of whiplash. SHE RISES!! The bronze broke off his upwards climb to instead dart towards the ground at dangerous speeds. He spiraled until he hung sideways in the air, sweeping over the empty hatching sands. Get OFF!! I -will- chase! He practically shouted at his bonded, and K'roi winced at the aching hurt left behind by the bronze's powerful telepathy. "Fine, fine, Faranth you're pushy!" He shouted, loosening straps as Gareth spiraled above the sands again. Clearly, the bronze had no intention of even landing to deposit his rider.
Hurry, she has blooded the first kill! With eyes straining to watch, the bronze almost bumbled into the ground and plowed them both under before K'roi slapped his shoulder in warning. The bronze righted his flight and swooped as close to the ground as he could in a moment of contrite apology, hovering mere feet from the sands as it whipped up a cloud of dust. Seeing this as the kindest thing the bronze would give him, K'roi slipped from the saddle, landed on the proffered foreleg, and jumped the remaining ten feet to the ground with a brief roll at the end.
Gareth waited on a second to be certain His was not injured before he was up and away, heading for the herd of animals even as Trith took down her second beast and blooded the kill. He had just enough time to blood a single beast of his own before she shot skywards, a golden arrow loosed from the earth which he would follow until the end. These other males? Pah. None could compare. He was mightier, shinier, more experienced than most present, and he had mated golds before. This beauty would be -his- for the claiming. He roared his own challenge to the pack of males, twining it with a love-croon to Trith, his beauty of the skies.
K'roi got to his feet with a huff, brushing his leathers free of sand with a miffed look on his face. "Sharding bronze just has to chase everything... couldn't just behave for once. Take us to Honshu? No, no, he has to grumble and argue and now he's gone and...." muttering curses under his breath and feeling the edges of the lust hit him, the weyrleader turned towards the nearest opening into the Weyr below, hoping he'd make it to somewhere private before he was taken completely over. "Sharding dropped me in the middle of the Faranth loving hatching sands....."
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Trith
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Post by Trith on Sept 19, 2010 7:24:09 GMT -5
The bright solar light rose as Trith did, bathing her body in layers of honeyed golden colors as she reflected and captured Rukbat’s rays as her own. She released another bugle of sheer pleasure and anticipation as males began following her upwards flight. Bronze brown and even blue, all were there for her pleasure. Well, it was time to begin! Cutting as tight a backwards loop as her size would allow, the gold broke into an all out dive, angling into the path of the upwards racing males, daring each as she passed within touching range, and some within only a hairs breadth of crashing. She noted which ones turned when, and who stayed the course, careful to show only disregard at this stage of the flight and touching none.
Clearing the males, Trith angled towards the beach and the cliffs, her speed dazzling as she mounted waves of eddying winds and careened down, her flight a wild pattern of ups and downs as she rode the winds like a lover, letting it caress and guide her, for nothing was more unpredictable and thus would serve to make her more so to her suitors. Finally, the edge of the cliffs ahead peaked into view, and as they shot under her, Trith cut a quick turn to follow the cliff line, lowering until she flew below the cliff edge, hugging the wall and riding the updrafts from the ocean below. She maneuvered close to the jagged rock, angling in and out there to follow the cliff line. Many got close, very close, to touching her, but she'd gone over this particular area enough times to know when to duck down and when to dodge out. It was a game she was well-versed in playing, and she wanted to see who would play with her.
She made a point now to glance behind and see who rode where on the winds. Who was the most daring, and who was clever enough? Where any of them showing off for her, even in the dangerous conditions they now found themselves in? Trith dipped lower, nearing the waves below, skimming them so close her feet nearly took off several whitecaps. Her tail did sluice through the water momentarily before she pushed up, up again into the high blue, arching out over the cliff and back over the jungle again, her movement now this way and that as she darted over the leafy green expanse in zigzags.
Samhara/Trith prowled about the room, coming up close to this male and that, testing their reactions and judging. Each had something interesting to offer her, but they would need to prove it over the others. There could only be one winner, and she would be certain to pick the strongest, the best overall. Her brow wrinkled in annoyance as a male, no, two males seemed to be missing from the group around her. She wasn’t certain if she was in a forgiving enough mood to welcome them late to the flight.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 19, 2010 13:34:50 GMT -5
As the sun sparkled over the air, striking red and gold, bronze and copper from his hide, the air kissing his skin, V’ton/Dysiiliouth reveled both in the chase and the sheer freedom of the air, their joined minds focused on the acrobatic, daring queen they sought before them. Her glowing golden hide was a beacon of not only lust, but hope, the future, and the other males, though noted, were a distraction at best. The pair was younger than some by many, but that gave them agility and strength, even if they lacked the experience and cunning of some in queen flights, they’d won other chases, and the chase itself was a glory of wonder and awe, lust and desire, hope and committed compassion.
A crooning trill ended a third brassy, brazen bugle from Dysiiliouth as the great bronze answered his queen’s call, trailing into a trill at the end of inveigling hope and lusty love for Trith. As she turned, the bronze flipped inside the thermal he’d caught, to stand on tail tip amid the current before banking a pinion into a speedy wingover, chasing the diving queen through the center of his thermal. V’ton/Dysiiliouth bugled again in sheer joy of the action, of a worthy chase. How different, a beauteous queen, with a crafty mind, from the greens who flew so simply most times! How daring! He/they admired her form even as they hid a snarl at her passing so close to the others, snapping their wings to catch another current of air towards the cliffs, a pleased light in their minds that so far she’d touched no other-not them, no, but no other either!
Amusement broke V’ton briefly from his hold in Dysiiliouth as he saw the queen dance the currents over the ocean, so changing with the tides, before he felt his bronze overtake him again, as he prowled, along the wall, eyes tracking Samhara/Trith in her path, even as Dysiiliouth roared an acceptance of his queen’s challenge, furling his wings as he tacked back and forth on the parallel currents behind Trith. Spinning from one stream at her left to one behind her, the bronze, arced around her again, playing in the air even as he saw the cliffs loom.
Refusing to break, Dysiiliouth strained his wings to rise into a cross-cut thermal, using it to spin, top like, at an angle up the cliff-face, wingtips nearly brushing them, before he dove down to find another, cutting across and around the paths made by the queen, and occasionally following her directly along the cliffs. She played a dangerous game, and he joined it willingly. One fall move and the Cliffside would dash them, yet lust, oh the lust for so daring a beauty overrode that-he was young, and agile! Here, he had the strength to play!
As he watched the other males, so close to the prize he ached for, Dysiiliouth arced up and into a second sharp wingover at the crest of a thermal, for his daring was both in following and in complementing, for complement he should this gorgeous creature, watching her tail skim below him at the apex of the turn. As he fell through the vortex he was creating inside those currents, the bronze shifted a wing here, adjusted his tail there, to slip back into the slide-stream behind Trith once more, eyes on an approaching current that rose above her, leading to thermal-lines over the water.
As she turned, Dysiiliouth rumbled approval, and dove down, wings slicing the whitecaps at the very edge, before arcing into that thermal and spinning from it to a current that intersected Trith’s path of flight, crooning again to her, even as the sun kissed their hides, adding a flush toe the bronze’s lust as he watched her glow to rival the sun itself. V’ton’s soft echo of it was a brief moment of consciousness as he watched Samhara, keeping himself from being an obvious force even as he tailed, shifted position to stay to an angle bhind or to the side, moving deftly about the other riders despite not really looking. Dysiiliouth/V’ton felt them and their dragons’ challenge, clear despite the youth they both held-though not as young as some in the room.
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Post by Kristin on Sept 21, 2010 12:26:25 GMT -5
So many more dragons had arrived, but it did not matter to Eneth. But why did that blue think he had any chance with the queen? And those browns, their hide did not shine as brilliantly as Eneth‘s and they were small. They could never father a big, strong clutch like was needed. Eneth could do that, oh yes, if Trith chose him then they would have a clutch full of handsome bronzes like him, and maybe a gold daughter too! If only Trith would stop those complicated moves, Eneth would catch her.
But as it was, Eneth‘s inexperience showed. He didn‘t even try to show off for the queen, knowing that he was having enough trouble as it was keeping up with Trith and her other suitors. Eneth‘s only hope was to catch her unawares or hope that she was impressed by his youth and shiny hide.
And there! He almost managed to touch her, but it was not to be. She did this to all the other dragons too and was not showing her favor for Eneth in any way. The anger of seeing other males come so close to touching his queen gave Eneth an extra spurt of energy and he doubled his efforts. Let the others tire themselves by trying to impress the queen, Eneth would win the flight by keeping his eyes on the prize. He would fly fast and long until the queen tired and realized that Eneth was the right choice.
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Sept 23, 2010 21:59:50 GMT -5
Veneth roared back at Gareth, gleefully accepting the challenge. So, the giant, shiny boat thought he could out-fly Veneth? Fat chance! The vision they chased would be his and his alone. He was small, but there was power in his frame. He had trained hard in his life, and these youngin's weren't about to beat out him. It was indeed that training that allowed him to cut through the air with a hairpin turn to follow Trith in her dive just after she missed him by inches. Now this was fun! He was sure to have beat those larger males at that! Bugling his delight to his golden one, he deftly zipped along after her. He was among those that showed off even as he followed the path set by Trith, doing flips and rolls as he zig-zagged behind her. V'taph-Veneth let out a soft growl as Samhara approached him - not of warning, but of want. He leaned forward and moved as if he nuzzled the air by her neck and face, but didn't touch. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, straining back from reaching out to the lovely one in front of him. His growl was of frustration as she prowled away again to approach another. .o0O0o. It had taken Queth some time to switch his direction after Trith, but he'd managed it well after that. His large body and powerful wings let him catch back up to being in the running after that. When she cut to follow the cliffs, he bugled happily. This was his terrain. He'd flown the updrafts of these cliffs so many times now, strengthening his flight capabilities to being greater and greater. He knew each little pocket and each little break, and used them to his advantage, gaining a little bit of speed here, herding a competitor into a backdraft there. When she turned back over the jungle, he followed with determination. He wasn't as good here, and he began to lose a little bit of ground to those who were more experienced. He was amazing when he could work up a momentum and rocket his mass along, but all this directional switching was cutting into his speed. Frustrated, he worked hard to keep up and not fall behind, but his mass was definitely against him here. L'cin shuddered again as Queth banked to the left. He couldn't believe how strong this was. Compared to Brillia, that was nothing. He could feel his hands reaching out, even as he saw the scene before Queth's eyes. He reached out as if he could grasp his beautiful queen. He must go to her! Thankfully, he had thought ahead, and in his half-aware state was unable to successfully undo the locks to his chambers. Stuck inside, he moaned quietly from where he had collapsed on the floor. Brillia was very worried about Hers. He was acting like he was hurting! Even though it felt like when she had been with Herbrownmate. It rather made her want to go to Herbrownmate... Oh! Hers had seemed to like the thought of Herbrownmate's when she flashed it to him. Maybe he could help Hers! It really did seem like he was in pain... Chirping to say she'd be back, she quickly betweened away. When she found K'vin, she landed on an unoccupied shoulder and chittered her dilemma to him. Cuddling up around his neck, she sent him a picture of Hers, completely unaware that he probably had absolutely no idea what she was going on about. .o0O0o. Feynth growled in frustration as he strove to keep up with the other males. He was quick to change direction when Trith plummeted, almost colliding with a stupid brown that got in his way. He hissed his displeasure at Veneth, sending a half-comment about old dragons and poor eyesight. Thankfully, he was acrobatic enough to angle himself away and around the older brown, following along. The jaunt along the cliff-face was a difficult one. Oh, he could certainly outmaneuver all of those others, but he was starting to tire. He didn't have the energy to do more than keep his place, and he prayed that the Flight would finish soon. When Trith turned to zig-zag over the jungles, he finally keened his lament and angled out of the competitors. He was just too tired. As a blue he wasn't built for the stamina for a queen, and he was still young yet. He moped as chastised himself as he glided back to the Weyr, too tired to do more than that. His wings hurt, and so did his pride. There was, however, a bright side: a rather flirty little green trilled at him as he paced back along the cliff-edge. Eyes whirling, he decided that he perhaps had a little energy still...as long as he didn't have to fly. S'ren had practically purred as Samhara had passed close. She was a beauty, yes. Both as a dragon and as a woman. She would love to have just reached out and touched, but she knew better. She gasped harshly when Feynth gave up his place, stumbling back from the others gathered around Samhara. Luckily, there were Flightmoths already waiting around the perimeter, and she was quickly caught and pressed between two lovely bodies. Her mind was still not her own, but what she could feel from both sides of the S'ren-Feynth connection was very, very nice. .o0O0o. Tess sighed as she left the infirmary. Jaser had been very quickly left behind, but not before getting buffeted around by the wingbeats of the male dragons. He'd 'lost' a queen dragon-Flight before, but she had forgotten just how morose he got afterward. She just couldn't work with the feelings of utter despair pulsing back along their bond. Some concentrated cuddle time and a few treats would do wonders for her blueboy. She hadn't gotten to spend a lot of cuddletime with him lately, so this had a good side. Finally discerning that he was somewhere along the upper ridges of the Weyr, she set out up the stairs. It was almost eerie how the halls cleared out during a queenflight. Greenflights weren't quite as bad, since the influence didn't reach as far. But with queenflights...the children were kept carefully indoors, and the free adults were either in the Flightroom or in their own rooms enjoying the backwash of the Flightlust. There was movement down the hall from her as she walked, and she prepared to walk the other direction so as not to run into whoever it was. Some people got rather funny at these times, and she'd hate to have to break a guy's nose and then have to fix it later. ...But she stopped. That...that glimpse of white looked familiar? Out of curiosity, she turned to peer around the corner the figure had turned.
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Trith
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Post by Trith on Sept 27, 2010 9:06:34 GMT -5
The jungle spread in a pool of green, and Trith zipped over it like a phantom. She thrilled in her chasers, and dipped close to a few, growling both encouragement and warning. She actually let a wing glide over the closest brown, Veneth. Such a showoff he was, but it thrilled her, and he was older, experienced. He had such stamina, to keep up and display winged prowess in such stunts. She was quite enjoying his show. The young bronze was flashy as well, but only in hide. His movements were straight and true, and he kept up admirably, but he seemed reserved, held back. Or perhaps he didn't think it important to show himself past being able to keep up.
The younger brown was quite lovely on the cliffs, actually cutting off another male in his expertise. Delightful! He was having trouble keeping up over the jungle though, and Trith snapped her tail at him with a brief rumble of encouragement. She did like the young ones. It was unfortunate that her blue chaser fell back and gave up, but Trith was ever kind, and brushed the briefest thought against his mind of encouragement, a touch she'd yet to give any other male on the chase.
Ah, and she had two magnificent prime bronzes after her as well. One younger by several turns, though doing a lovely job of following while showing off his best side. He rode her tailwinds in compliment, a difficult task that he pulled off admirably well. She pulled down low over a wide lake, skimming the surface again and following the line ahead into a more narrow river that rushed and tumbled along, sending up sprays of water that splashed gloriously over her hide. The older bronze, Gareth most experienced of the bronzes on her tail and also familiar. He'd shown how good a protector he could be with their clutch that wasn't really theirs, and he too kept up well, though he'd been last to arrive. He'd have to prove himself just like the others though, and she deemed it time to really put them through paces.
The river ahead developed an edge, like it suddenly cut off and was lost below to oblivion, and Trith hugged the waters, her progress straight as an arrow. The edge dropped below her and she followed the water as it fell over a wide waterfall, cutting through the press of air and spray of water straight down. Trith's wings snapped out as close to the bottom as possible, and she fairly thundered across the rocks at the bottom of the falls as she narrowly pulled into a horizontal rush, the wind snapping in her terrific wake as she blew over the river. Ahead, a nearly hidden stand of rocks. Timing her move, Trith's golden legs shot out as her wings snapped to turn straight upwards, shooting up with the aid of a kick off the rocks, the boulders shifting under the massive impact of her muscled limbs. Up, up, ever upwards again as she began to make her decision. Who was still with her? She glanced back, eying the pack of males, and worked her way into the sky with strong strokes. One of them was better, the best in fact. Which one? She was leaning...
Samhara/Trith prowled around the room, a hand to V'taph's shoulder, a direct look at V'ton. These were her males, and they showed promise indeed. The wind at her back urged her to make a choice. She was still missing two males, her bronze and her brown. They didn't know what they were missing. She swung around F'ren, and gave a melting look to S'ren, then returned to the middle of the room in preparation of the choice.
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Plot
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Post by Plot on Sept 27, 2010 11:03:18 GMT -5
Now was the time. She had made him wait, but now it was time. The gold was a beauty, surely, as she streaked across the sky. He felt his lust for her form rise as he neared her on an angle at breakneck speed. This one would be his. She had said so. And he would make it so. Dropping from where he had followed their progress from the clouds as she made her final rise, he silently swept toward them.
He lost a little of his streamlining as he extended his claws before him. Those males were crowded a bit too close. No matter - he would disperse them. They were distractions. Silently, he angled his dive to directly collide with one of them, knocking that one to the side without a thought. He struck out at two others with his claws and tail, tearing several gashes and trying to sabotage a wing. His roared and snapped his powerful jaw at his worst competition - one's who would try to stop him and take what was his instead. Getting right along Trith's flank, he claimed his space.
To those who looked at him, they might not realize at first that he was a bronze. His hide was dulled with dirt, dust, and grime. Patches of dry skin flaked in several places along his hide, and scars littered his form. Dried blood streaked down his body from his muzzle and his claws, and a few spatters decorated him as well. His size was the clear giveaway for his color, as he was massive for even a bronze - easily matching the masses of Gareth and Dysiiliouth. His eyes swirled a dangerous dark red color of anger, lust, and something else rather disconcerting as he snarled. His mind was closed off from the others, emanating a discomfiting feeling to any who would try to bespeak him.
He continued to fly aggressively, ignoring most challenges called to him with an eerie single-mindedness. There was an intense focus about him for a few moments as he kept his gaze on Trith. Suddenly, she wobbled in the air. Her wings snapped closed to her sides, one shoulder wrenching visibly. Her limbs also seemed to wick close to her sides as if bound - an audible crack signalling that at least one of her forelimbs had somehow broken. Ignoring her startled cries of pain, he swerved to the side as she fell, guiding her away from the others. Her protest fell terrifyingly helpless against the swirling chaos of his barriers. He twined his neck with hers and swept her to his body with sharp, too-long claws, claiming his victory of the Flight.
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 27, 2010 14:09:45 GMT -5
Drawing encouragement from the speed and raw power of the flight, Dysiiliouth trilled his joy and love/lust towards Trith’s darting form, tacking across her air-slip and the currents to either side as he gave chase. This flight was long and powerful, such a good clutch to come from it was sure, nearly-as long as the end equaled the start. Each time the gleaming form darted close, he strained a bit harder, once close enough to try and brush his head to her flank, though soured somewhat moments later as he saw Veneth caressed. A brown! Agile and showy, yes, but brown! Dysiiliouth put more speed to his wings at that, feeling a need-he knew who his real competitors were, now, Veneth and Gareth, the rest faded for the most part.
As Trith dove to the lake and skimmed, Dysiiliouth flipped once more, flying upside down briefly as he tail graced the water, before rolling with a folded wing into another side-current, once more offering a sweet croon. His love and joy of this Flight was apparent to all, but especially to her, flashing so golden ahead, so challenging and even more desirable with her skill from before and now. Following down into a dive in her air-slip sream, V’ton was immeshed in Dysiiliouth’s mind as the bronze rumbled, pure pleasure saturating his thoughts at this game, folding his wings just so, tipping a tail barb here, a pinion there, keeping and gaining speed and momentum as his queen dove.
Seeing her trick coming, V’ton nudged his great bronze, and Dysiiliouth’s thoughts meshed further into his as they both agreed, snapping into a dive as Trith did, wings straining before easing as they took advantage of another current to rise above, instead of following. The rocks and her thrust upwards loomed beneath as the bronze angled again to slip closer, grateful for the trade for the dive to momentum to rise again. The stiff pinions tomorrow would be worth this daring flight, for this test, this joy. Maybe, just maybe, if they managed to win, Trith would deign to fly like this again, Samhara and V’ton too, or just them.
Lost in his bronze, V’ton struggled to keep from loosing himself entirely, gaze locked onto Samhara’s elegantly controlled form, prowling with a grace that made his bones ache in lust as he met her gaze, green eyes nearly black with lust himself, but a fierce sparl of determination as well. As she moved to the middle, V’ton followed, allowing himself to stay close, but not invade, hands clenched and opening briefly at his side as he/Dys strained, aching for her, the her before each of them, and eachother’s as well....
Yet in an instant, V’ton was shocked from his bronze’s mind, and had to scramble mentally to stay in contact as he lunged closer, prepared to catch Samhara as the events in front of Dysiiliouth’s eyes flooded his brain. A strangled cry passed the bronze-rider’s lips, even as Dysiiliouth cried out in anger and shock, a brazen roar filled with challenge screaming down from his open maw at the intruder. The shock of so FILTHY a bronze, trying to take their queen-and to attack! No bronze attacked another, no DRAGON another, lest it was queens rising at the same time!
Eyes tinging yellow, orange, red and purple whirled insanely fast as the young bronze felt the shadow approach, sacrificing his position to avoid a broken with with a side-slipped barrel roll, almost out of control before he –jerked- himself alight, wings snapped with a new purpose as he powered towards the intruder. He wanted Trith, yes, but the concern even now was for his winged breathren, no thought to the deadly injury he had almost sustained.
As the strange bronze took to her side, Dysiiliouth roared again, a note of anguished concern tinging the challenge, neck swerving to avoid the snapping jaws. This was madness! V’ton’s wordless cry echoed his bronze as he swiveled his head, striding to Samhara’s side from his lunge, taking in the other rider’s with fear. If a dragon was killed in this battle…. His wordless fear communicated itself to Dysiiliouth even as he felt something shatter, a bit of hope, perhaps, or a sanity of the bronze that kept him in check most of the time. Rage filled his mind from his partner,
The lack of contact from the bronze’s mind, combined with that red of anger, actually scared the bronze, and he turned all his energy into climbing a spiraling thermal, only to bark in surprise before it became a raw scream of rage, his brassy voice echoing in the landscape around them as his mind reached out. The moment he saw Trith falter, he knew, knew that that interloper, that failure of a bronze, had used his mind to force the catch! Diving down with an angry flip, he used that speed to rake his claws right where the bronze’s hind-quarters were, trying to drive him off before his queen lost too much altitude, lost a chance to recover.
The snapping of the forelimb, though, was the final straw. Before the echoes had faded away, Dysiiliouth realized he’d lost the flight-and felt his bonded’s horror.
DYS! GET UNDER HER! If she can’t right herself when he’s through, she’ll crash! The scream in his mind from his bonded altered the bronzes course as he rose again from his previous strafing run, wings aching. But he could not, would not let his bonded or his queen down. Slipping into position to aid his injured love, for love she was as the Queen, Dysiiliouth did something he’d never done before, with his beloved V’tons full support as he shared thoughts with him.
He could not stop the mating, and the flight was run, but he could, and would, protect his home. Opening his mind to its furthest, the bronze flung his consciousness at the entire Weyr, a sorrowed, raging, desperate voice filling the minds of every dragon, wher, fire lizard, and human, if they would but listen:
RISE! WAKE! TRITH HAS BEEN HARMED! DRAGONS, COME! Wing-mates! She needs aid! He knew that alone, and with others injured, the males and their riders would need the full support of the others, to save her if she fell further, to drive off the bronze-to rescue their Weyr from a seemingly deadly interloper. Strange-bronze has harmed Trith! he bugled, even knowing the Weyr would not hear the vocal counterpart.
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Having had some time to study records, Mikovren had been rather happily ensconced in his rooms, reminiscing more than reading, given the fun of a few nights back-and it certainly wasn't helped by the lust inundating residents of the Weyr. No stranger to the desperate lust felt by all when a Queen rose, the young man had sulked about not currently being tied to anyone, though he'd been pursing someone rather carefully, with an eye to possibly something more permanent... Hence the lost in thought.
Yet his peace was shattered the instant he felt something powerful, massive, in his skull, swamped by the fear and rage before his brain was able to piece together the message behind the emotions. He recognized a bronze by the tone, but wasn't sure who-it had to be one of the younger two, he assumed, even as he scrambled. While his mind was sorting, his training had taken over abruptly, as the chair went flying, his braid whipping about as the young dragon healer spun, grabbing his basket with his surgical kit, and shoving in extras of numbweed, needlethorn, redwort and cat-gut, a stack of heavy reed splints, and bolted.
Feet pounding, he shouted down the infirmary as he raced outside a garbled message of 'hurry it up they might be injured' or something along those lines, heading unerringly towards the flight grounds. The sight of the blooded carcasses gave him pause, before he shook his head, spinning in a tight circle to scan the sky. Where WERE they? What the hells had happened? A strange bronze? But no dragons ever attacked each other lest they were mating queens fighting for males... heart in through, the young healer stared into the sky, breathless with worry, braid twining about him in a hazy mess.
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Post by Kristin on Oct 3, 2010 15:46:32 GMT -5
He was getting the hang of this now, it would only be a matter of time until Trith was in his grasp. Eneth had actually started to show off a little, a little dive there and a little gliding here, but mostly he did his best to mirror Trith‘s every move. Trith dove, Eneth dove. Trith hugged the water, Eneth hugged the water. Trith shot up with the aid of rocks and Eneth did his best to speed up enough to stay close to her. The queen was bound to be impressed with how the young bronze kept up, Eneth was sure of it.
But then there was a new, big, ugly bronze there. Eneth barely gave him a moment‘s thought, no dragon mattered but Trith. But soon Eneth was very aware of the unknown bronze. He wasn‘t playing fair! He had knocked one of the others to the side! And- Eneth shrieked with pain as that bronze attacked Eneth‘s wing. But Eneth had to get his queen! If only to prevent that monster from getting her! But Eneth could barely fly anymore and he was losing his strength. The young bronze was forced to withdraw from the flight. Mine! I need you!
Eneth flew desperately back to the Weyr. It was a slow and agonizing flight and was made even harder when Dysiiliouth called that Trith had been attacked. Eneth nearly turned around but he knew that he would not be able to help Trith in his state. Instead fury gave him the energy he needed to complete the journey to the Weyr, where Eneth collapsed in exhaustion near the hatching sands.
F‘ren was caught up in flight lust but quickly started sensing through Eneth that something was wrong. And then all lust was shown to the side as F‘ren felt Eneth‘s pain through their bond. His dragon had been attacked and he needed him! F‘ren wasted no time in running from the flight rooms. He had probably never run so fast as he did on his way to the infirmary, where upon arriving F‘ren yelled at the people present unintelligible nonsense before calming himself down enough to say, „Eneth. Hurt.“
And then he ran straight up to the spot where Eneth had crashed. F‘ren immediately went to Eneth‘s head and caressed his dragon, trying to sooth the trembling creature. He didn‘t dare to look too much at Eneth‘s damaged wing, fearing what he would find.
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