[GREENFLIGHT] The Winds are Calling! Oyath Rises! [over!]

[stella cinere]

Rynsaith

Strength: 14
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 13
Wits: 3

Stamina and Wits = 16

The green shifted and started to drop down like a rock and for a bink second Rynsaith was almost terrified that she wouldn’t be able to turn herself around back in time. There was a slight breath of air as he saw the wings spread open and with elegant grace the green shot back up as if gravity was no longer a factor to her. There was no doubt in the oversized bronze’s mind that he could even complete such amazing skill, no instead his weight would have sent him crashing into the rocks below, smushed unforgivingly. If anything the bronze admired the green, maybe even envied her skills in some ways. All he could do was fly, still not quick enough to keep up with her but to twirl, keeping his eyes on her the entire flight.

It was like a new level of torture for the rider as Sa’do stopped by the bar long enough to down an entire mug of ale, if anyone was near him they could see the flush rising to his cheeks and making it way down the collar. He signaled for another and as soon as he was finished with it he was getting out of eyesight.  

[houllow]

If the departing blue felt like he needed to go because he wasn't worth it, perhaps he couldn't have been more wrong! How dare he think to leave the flight, to think himself unworthy of the chase?! Oyath had acknowledged them all, did she not?! To allow them to chase her to begin with was the sign of that, and his departure was met with an angry scream that mixed hurt, confusion, and rage in equal measure. She would not allow him to abandon the chase, not when they were so close!!

The green tried to turn quickly in the direction she'd thought she'd seen the blue fly, but through her flightlust clouded vision it was near impossible to know exactly where he'd gone. Her sudden movement, coupled with her inadvisable acrobatics of only moments before, caught up to her wings faster than she would have liked. A sharp spasm of pain echoed across her back with each flap, and soon she could no longer handle keeping herself aloft.

Once more the green was going down, but this time it was not of her own violation. I fall! Catch me! Her call echoed hard and loud as a plea and a demand. Her flight was over, her strength was gone, she needed and wanted to be caught!

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"Yes! No - I - " A'ye was trying to speak to S'del, to get his mind in order, when the last wave from Oyath came crashing down into him. He could feel everything she could in one solid gut punch, and it took nothing short of his strength to stay standing. "I'm falling!! S'del, I'm falling! I can't - don't let me - !" The greenrider started moving towards the bronzerider, though he whipped his head up to look at the flight that was tumbling down above them.

"Catch me!"

Notes!

THIS ROUND IS STRENGTH + STAMINA. Please add the two together and generate a random number!

OYATH IS FALLING! catch her!
- for those who had a bonus from the last roll, don't forget to apply!
- highest wins! . . . more or less

- Beyhath is welcome to respond, though if he's out he's out! Thanks so much for playing, I really mean it!

Feel free to roleplay your rider as well as your dragon (since A'ye is moving around! This may be a dragon flight, but rider roleplay is more than welcome!)

Sorry not sorry for the A'yeS'del

Meepfur

Hattaki

Uta

stella cinere

 

[Hattaki]

Seeing her start to fall, feeling the pain through the flightlust that was still coursing in him, Itharath twisted his slim body to catch her, for she was only a wingbeat below him. Claws reaching out it was with shock that he saw a swirled bronze body pull between himself and the green and the little blue pulled up fast with a squawk of shock. Had they been so low thanks to her crazy dive that one of the slower bronzes had been able to muscle their way to her before him? Eyes swirling from purple to gray in defeat, the small blue hung his head for a moment and then twisted into a spinning backflip that took him careening down towards the Weyr at a breakneck speed.

Pulling up at the last moment, ignoring the people all around his rider, he landed and buried his head against her torso with a creel. He’d tried, really he had tried, but for once he hadn’t been fast enough.

“Don’t worry bud, the bronzes here are slow but they’ve got some muscle. I guess he just pulled it out in the end to show off for the green and up here at High Reaches the greens probably go for bronzes. They really enjoy their metallics.” Moak said, little heed for any that might hear her words or the slightly mocking tone in which she spoke them. This wasn’t her first encounter with the metallic Weyr, though she tried to avoid it for the same reason all the others in the Camp did. “You were the best flier up there today, you always are! Whaddya day we celebrate that awesome speed you had up there with some sea wherries? I remember an island that had them all over, it’s out near Southern Boll. Remember the one? With all the riptides?”

Pulling his head back, the small blue tilted his head and green slowly colored his eyes once more as he remembered exactly the island that his rider was talking about. They had lots of sea wherries there, i could catch them right from the sky and we could have a nice roast. Instantly he forgot about the rude green and the bronze that had taken her nearly right from his claws, it wasn’t like he would have stuck around anyway. Let’s go!

“That’s the spirit!” Moak crowed and she leapt into the straps on her best friend’s neck with a bound, tightening them down just moments before Itharath kicked off, leaving a cloud of dust behind them. With a blinding speed the pair rose over the Weyr and gave a whoop of delight as they disappeared from sight to an island with beach and sunlight so far away from cold stone mountains and bronze dragons.

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Blue Itharath ~ Meet the speed demon

Strength: 5
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 18
Stamina: 13
Wits: 11

Round 1: 38/38
Round 2: 15/24
Round 3: 11/18

Total: 64  

[stella cinere]

Rynsaith

Strength: 14
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 13
Wits: 3

Stamina and Strength = 27  

[Uta]

Kindeth

Strength: 18
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 17
Wits: 5

Strength + Stamina = 35

Total: 2 + 3 = 5

The bronze dragon saw the green turn around, as if she were the one chasing the blue. Kindeth hastily hanged his own direction, watching as the green flew higher and higher. Though he couldn't turn quickly, nor was he agile, Kindeth was strong, and powerful. His wings are large, and his flying steady. So long as Oyath didn't jump around, he could keep up with the green with relative ease.

So it was, when the green suddenly started to fall, and commanded help, a flash of yellow-white fear danced amid the purple. Suddenly, there was no denying what he had to do, and why he was there! Instinct took over, along with a need to save the falling damsel! Kindeth was every bit a hero, like the stories and songs of old. He would not let the green fall, not on his watch!

So it was with great surprise, but great pleasure, the bronze snatched Oyath from her descent, twining his neck and tails with her. I have you, Oyath. Let me be your wings. Now that he had her, he wasn't so quickly going to let her go.

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By the time A'ye had all but jumped into his arms, S'del was far too taken by flight lust to be surprised. He was too enraptured with Kindeth, who simultaneously found himself with a green in his claws. It was too much for the rider, who had personal desire mixed with the lust of his dragon. Though he'd been taken by the feelings during Uridith's flight, as well as Absinth's, this was the first time his bronze had won -- and the power was overwhelming and absolute.

Mimicking his own bronze, the man wasted no time. He reached out to steady A'ye, but also to draw him close, so he might kiss him with all the ardor and passion he'd kept bottled up and secret. He needed the green rider to know that he indeed planned on catching him. Pulling A'ye possessively into his arms, he had little trouble lifting the man off the ground completely. It would be faster this way, easier. S'del didn't spare a thought more about lunch, about the crowds in the weyrbowl, or any afternoon plans -- the bronze rider knew exactly where he -- they -- needed to be.

Kindeth and Oyath could find their own way back to the weyr.

((Haha. Well. I guess that's that. < < -gets out the fade-to-back paint- ))  

[houllow]

The End!

The Flight has ended, with Oyath being caught! Congrats to S'del and Bronze Kindeth!

Thank you all for playing, I hope we can play again soon!