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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 5:06 am
Tallith watched her with eager eyes, fanning out his wings and craning his head back to hiss a warning to the dragons who wanted to fly against him. He intended to win, intended to catch this prize. However there was one more message he had to relay to L'cian before he let his mind be completely consumed by the lust of the flight.
Ephia is in the Weyrbowl His voice seemed deeper than usual and L'cian quickly averted his path.
Any moment now and that golden queen would fly and Tallith would give chase, he didn't want to be caught up in anything before he had made sure Ephia was okay. The queen must have taken her by surprise with this flight and she hadn't been prepared. Suddenly imagining a crowd of bronzeriders surrounding her he couldn't help but quicken his pace further, breath harsh in his lungs. He had to get there quickly!!
Concentrating only on the light at the end of the corridor he tried to rid the thoughts of the flight from his mind. He had to reach her, help her to the weyr. It felt like his duty as her friend, as Weyrleader and as a dragonrider who had her well-being in mind.
Finally he broke out into the bowl, scanning his eyes around just in time to see the great golden queen take flight.
Tallith trumpeted his challenge and with a tremendous stroke of his wings, launched himself clear of the ledge, catching a thermal and swooping after her.
L'cian felt a part of himself take flight with his dragon, vision blurring with the blues of the sky, the whites of the clouds. No...no not yet, where was the Weyrwoman?
He sought and found her not too far away, reaching out to touch her shoulder lightly, ignoring the other riders around them. Fingers increased their grip on her in a gentle squeeze. "Ephia." His voice was a whisper, "we have to get you back to your weyr." Was she still here or was she now within her queen?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 5:51 am
Syleti's breath caught in her throat as she watched the gleaming dragon take to the skies. She'd never seen such a thing...there was something brutal, yet utterly fascinating, about the blooding, the look in the queen's eye as she snapped at an insolent male. If Syleti had harbored any doubts about being a Candidate, they were swept away in the rush of mighty wings. She now lusted after the friendship of something so magnificent like she had never wanted anything before. Eyes fixed on the queen and her suitors, she watched until they were mere shimmering specks in the sky before turning from the window.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:53 am
Enelth answered the large brown's cry of rage with his own outraged roar, eyes a furious mix of lust and fury. He dared... A glimpse of gold hide caught his eye, as the glowing queen pounced on another hearbeast and drained it of lifegiving blood. He crouched, hissing at competitors, wings unfurled and ready for flight. It would be soon now...and there! The great gold form launched into the sky, furiously attempting to outflying her potential suitors.
Wind swirled from the sudden downdraft caused by his wings as the old bronze vaulted his body after Ariath. He would not let her get away this time! The sunset sky painted gleaming trails across his bronze body, increasing the golden shine emanating from the object of his pursuit. Years of flight experiance would aid him here...
On the ground, M'xan fed his determination to Enelth, feeling the fierce joy of the flight, the rage and the challenge in his dragon's mind. Now, to find the Weyrwoman...
She is in the Bowl, mine!
Altering his destination, the wingleader stepped into the enclosure, merely nodding to Enelth's quick comment. She needed to be back in her weyr, but as lost as he was with Enelth, he merely took his place. He would not let his focus wander and let another claim the queen!
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:15 am
Bugles, calls from the weyrbowl; something was going on, yet there had been no response from Siventh. His flitt quartet, however, had alerted him immediately. Not that they made much sense, the silly things. Flashes of bronzes, browns, golds, blues, along with random scenes of beaches and fruit trees sent from the less coherent of his flitts threatened to overwhelm him. There was no consistancy that he could see.
Climbing awkward to his feet, the brown rider waved excited flitts away from his head, picturing the bathroom and sending them off to bathe in the tub. A relative peace settled, he hurried from his room towards his dozing brown then, deciding against it, changed direction to proceed out on the ledge, just in time to see the golden queen take to the sky. His breath caught in his throat, and he whirled on the brown--confused all the more when, again, Siventh seemed to be sleeping. "Ariath rises?"
She does. came the drowsy reply. Yawning widely, Siventh resettled himself upon his bed and lifted an eyelid or two to eye his rider.
Still wary, K'rel regarded him closely for a beat before gesturing out towards the bowl. "And you do not follow?"
You do not wish to be Weyrleader, mine. There was a bored drawl in the brown's tone as he turned his head away from his rider, eyelids reclosing as he returned to his nap. And I have my green.
Guilt struck the brownrider like a sack of firestone and, sighing, he retreated back behind the curtain to his bedroom. Apparently, they would wait for Liliath.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:32 pm
C'tari sprinted as fast as his feet could carry him back to the weyr. He had been on his way back anyway. He urged his dragon up into the air, GO GO GO!
The bronze dragon was on the edge with the others as she made her kills, bugling with them in response to her lust. He located Ephia through the other dragons and sent his bonded there. He ignored the chitter between them, he would keep his battle in the air.
C'tari entered the weyr with many other bronze and brown riders ahead of and behind him. He was out of breath but quickly began building his strength and relaxing, he would need to help Feronamth if they were to make good on this mating flight. They were here on time, and that was a definite improvement.
Feronamth took off just as the queen took flight. He was not late this time and would fly better and faster. He held position next to one of the bronzes as he saw the queen hit a weak thermal and tipped left to hit a stronger thermal in hopes of catching up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:53 pm
The bulk of Tarlith was the focus of Kalya's attention as she oiled and scrubbed at the thick hide of the blue. It took a moment before she realised the thrumming that was eminating from the dragon under her legs and the rider looked up with a slight frown. Love...? She questioned the disruption of her thoughts.
It's Ariath. She rises Tarlith turned to face his weyrmate, eyes whirling a deep purple. He swung his head back towards the opening of their weyr and shifted slightly.
Kalya shook her head and wrapped her arms around her chest, worn fingers digging into her shoulders as she remembered the last flight. The chaotic emotions that had coursed through her mind and body had been unnerving and she wasn't keen on repeating that.
With a worried crooning, the blue turned back to his rider and nudged her gently with his large snout. I will stay... they are already in flight. He was very matter-of-fact as if he knew that the bronzes and browns would not let him have a chance and was content to watch the acrobatics.
Kalya nodded slightly as a weight was lifted from her shoulders. At least this mating would be one to watch from the outside instead of winging with the flight. Although... this time she shuddered slightly more delicatly as a slight flush rose to her face. She rubbed her arms to get rid of the goosebumps that had rose on her flesh and, picking up the last of the oils she slid down her werymate's back onto the ground. Looking up she wispered, "I only have eyes for you Tarl."
Tarligh rumbled in appreciation and agreement before standing and making his way towards the ledge to watch the events leaving Kalya to change and wander down to the bowl.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 1:01 am
Remia gasped as Ariath leapt into the air, the males that would vie for her following quickly after. Trith was watching, too, her wedge-shaped head following the sparkling motes in the sky as far as the window would let her.
They fly fast, Mine! Fast and high! Someday we will fly, too. she added.
Remia trembled, and laughed a bit nervously. She didn't think the dragonet had quite understood the many layers of what she had said. Oh, yes, most certainly someday we will fly, too. But not for a while yet, Love. All she got back was a questioning feeling in her mind. Trith was busy, watching intently as the Queen and her suitors came into view of the window.
The feeling in the air was undeniably strong, and it was certainly a good thing they had been ordered to stay in the barracks. Not that Remia would have left anyway, but it was a good thing, nonetheless.
She swallowed hard, and leaned out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of where the flight had gone to. It was there, just barely within sight, but the position was too hard to maintain, and so she dropped back inside, wondering if she should just go back to her embroidery and wait until it was finished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 2:17 am
Ch'dri had hit the bowl proper when he saw the Weyrwoman, thankful, and picked his way across, narly tripping twice over rocks as he tried to outmove the dragn's rise, and barely made it before he saw and felt the flight begin properly.
Kenthoth launched in the air, lange wings htrusting him forward. Although he ahd no true pure desire, he would try - hard as he could - and if he did, so be it. Aside, ti'd be a good challenge against the others of the Weyr and more - somethig to perhaps distract those he considered less worthy.
As he saw ehr rise he dove slightly to catch a thermal of his own, clirling upwards, and watching the light glint from the queens body a moment. To cathc erh would be wonder, and he was going to try anyway, and everytime. This place he ahd not reservations.
The other dragons, too, were in pursuit strongly, and Kenthoth knew they were as determined or more.
~*~
Tellera gasped as she saw the dragons all rising, the Queen shooting ahead before the others and into the sky to glitter like near-stars in the fading light. A part fo erh still resisted the tought of ebing one with such a beast, but in the beauty of the flight, she couldn't help the desire lurking within almost, to know and understand this.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:18 pm
((Well, as good a debut as any, I guess.))
She rises! Zelith exclaimed, blaring into his rider's mind. Her rider is in the weyrbowl...come! He gazed into the Weyrbowl longingly, eyes whirling violet.
"Shardit, Zelith...why do you have to go after a gold, the senior gold, right after we transfer?" Rinfala muttered as she stalked over to the obviously excited brown, not really expecting an answer. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it of the emotions streaming from the youthful brown, but no luck. She mounted and Zelith took off, jerking her slightly with the suddeness of his gliding descent. He fairly dumped her off as he landed and leaped, grasping a panicked herdbeast and blooding it thirstily.
I come, my queen! Zelith called out as he drained the beast of its lifegiving liquid, jaws slick and red. He launched into the air as she did, and hung back with some of the wiser and cannier browns and bronzes. He knew how flights worked...you couldn't always win them by speed alone. This wasn't a green, after all.
Rinfala picked herself up and shook her head with a resigned air, and reluctantly took her place near the others surrounding Ephia. She would rather be elsewhere...but she couldn't hold back Zelith just because she would prefer sleeping with a man. It wasn't fair to him, who was always there for her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:04 am
G'dor stirred from his formally pleasent sleep. There was quite the commotion coming from outside made by both dragon and human alike. Groaning a bit he rolled himself up to his hands, taking a slow glance around the wyerling barrocs. Everyone else had apparently emptied out. By the shell how long had he been asleep? Giving a long yawn he tossed his feet over the side of the bed, taking a moment to rub at his eyes. "What in the name of-"
A queen rises., came the subtle voice of Queth, excited but calmer than most of the other dragons sounded at the moment.
"Rises?" G'dor deserved a bit of a break for his stupid question. It was never easy to think clearly after waking up, nor had he been exposed to dragonriders much, he knew of a few things but not enough to avoid the occasional dumb inquiry.
To mate. Many fly after her...
"You don't want to do you?" Again, another stupid question. Of course not, his dragon was just a hatchling. Not only was he not old enough to fly but he wasn't old enough to even get those kind of urges... at least G'dor didn't think so.
No, I wish to watch.
G'dor nodded though the dragonet wouldn't see it, covering a yawn as he sleepily made his way over to where he'd folded his clothing up the night before. It didn't take him long to get dressed or his hair groomed back into a state that looked decent. He wasn't a vain person by nature, but to look shabby, especially now with his new profession, it just wouldn't do.
The white-haire boy slowly made his way out of the wyerling barrocs, soon met up with his brown dragonet. He figured it would be best to give the older riders their space as they watched the flight, afterall, they were participating- not him.
The show was rather impressive though, full sized bronzes flying for all they were worth after the queen. G'dor spared a glance down to the riders, all crowding around the queen's rider.. how very strange- whatever for? Perhaps to comfort her?
They will mate with her if their mine catches the queen., Queth said simply.
"I do beg your pardon?!" G'dor looked sharply over to his dragonet, going a bit pale, "What do you mean by that?"
They will mate with the queen's mine. One of them- whomever's mine catches her.
G'dor shifted a bit uncomfortably, slowly taking another look up towards the dragons. "You mean.... th... they don't have a choice in the matter?"
Queth seemed confused, tilting his head over to one side, Is something wrong?
G'dor shook his head but he could see that there was just no convincing his dragon. What a bother... he was grateful to the dragon for just about everything but he'd not be able to pretend that he was fine like he would among the other riders and wyerlings. If something was the matter, his dragon would know right away- it might be a blessing, might be a curse in the long run. "It's just different..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 5:11 pm
Ariath rode the few thermals left to gain altitude though her wings were put to work more often than her last flight. The dieing day was lacking the warm strong updrifts that would help the queen to gain height with ease, instead she was relying on small lifts and her own energy to create distance from the bronzes and browns in hot pursuit.
Finally leveling off the queen soared lazily in the air teasing her pursuers as she gently swayed back and forth. Finally, when they were a mere drgaonslength away she put her wings to work and with a few mighty strokes of the golden wings she picked up speed and turned sharply to change her direction, heading to the right and flying in front of the males to the far right and out of their reach.
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Ephia soared with her queen, completely oblivious to the going on's around her. L'cians kind attempt to return her to her weyr went unnoticed as the Weyrwoman stood stiffly in the Weyrbowl, lost in the mind of her golden beauty. Lust and drive were the only things filling her as she soared with Ariath trying to best all the bronzes and browns who dare pursue them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 5:58 pm
X'lias himself had been slumbering only to be aroused by the loud chatter and a rather annoying thing bumping into his side. Blue eyes opened up slowly as a yawn escaped the young lad. A hand slowly reached around to find out what kept hitting him when his hand came in contact with soft hide which felt remarkably like a muzzle.
Rolling onto his back and sitting up the brown Weyrling rubbed his eyes as he tried to take in all the stuff that was going on.
Mine, the queen flies. The litle brown was looking athim with whirling eyes.
It took several moments for the still sleep filled thirteen-year old to comprehend what Gurath meant by the queen flies, but once it clicked in place X'lias flung off the warm furs and nearly fell out of the bed.
"Ariath is rising?!" He said in surprise as he scrambled to one of the few unoccupied windows. Standing on tip-toe he was able to see out into the Weyrbowl. The first thing that cuaght his attention was the golden glint in the red sky followed by several moving bodies that glistened bronze except for the few odd browns.
X'lias smiled as he watched his sister's dragon fly as if her life depended on it. It was a marvelous sight to behold and X'lias felt a swell of pride form in his chest knowing that it was his sister's dragon that owuld help to re-populate the Weyr.
Why does she fly so fast and hard? The brown asked curiously.
X'lias chuckled. "You'll know when you're a bit older."
The brown cocked his head to the side for a moment. I want to go out and see but Moth says that we must stay here.
X'lias nodded. "We should stay here. We don't want to cause any problems during something as important as a flight." With that the young brownrider turned his attention back to the Weyrbowl when his eyes fell upon a small gathering. turning his gaze completely upon the group X'lias's eyes widened in horror. What was Ephia doing in the Weyrbowl during a flight!? She should be in her weyr!
Fretting over such a thing cause the Weyrling's mind to move futher ahead in the future to when the flight is over and what will take place and he nearly lost himself to his panic. There was no WAY he wanted to see what would happen after the flight and he certainly didn't want others to see it either!
Rushing from the window X'lias's eyes looked everywhere for Farin and when they locke dupon the greenriders form the lad dashed to the woman in a frantic craze. "Ephia! My Sister! She's in the Weyrbowl! We need to get her to her weyr! She can't stay out there!"
It was rare for X'lias to loose control of himself but his sister was one of the few things close to his heart besides Gurath now. He needed to look out for her!
Of course, the frantic antics and emotions rolling of X'lias affected his drgaonet as well who looked just as distressed as his rider as he followed the boy to the Weyrlingmaster's side, unsure what else to do.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 12:41 am
Fernamth bugled as Ariath turned, he had felt close, in front of the other bronzes and browns and now her turn put him closer to the center. He pumped his great wings as hard as he could trying once again to pick up more speed. He growled deep in his chest at the other dragons. She would be his, he would not fail.
C'tari, like the other riders, stood in the middle of the bowl, in the depths of his mind he knew there was something wrong, but he was too enraptured in the flight to be fully aware any longer. He flew with his dragon, he fought for the front. They would succeed. All his doubts and fears were gone. The fact that he avoided the queen and her rider were gone from his mind, he was with his dragon, he was his dragon.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:51 am
Zelith bellowed mockingly at the other male. Silly, this isn't a green flight, but go ahead. Tire yourself out, leaves more for ME. He hissed out the last with a snarl. He himself kept a steady pace, fast enough to keep up with the pack but slow enough to last until Ariath tired of the chase. She'd keep this up for a while...he mentally grinned to himself at the thought.
Rinfala's doubts were now locked in a small corner in her mind, the rest of her wrapped up in the flightlust, watching avidly through her dragon's eyes.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:59 am
L'cian gripped her shoulder in exasperation, what should he do? He could feel Tallith urging him t o join him in the flight, and how he wanted to! But...He turned to gaze at the other riders surrounding the Weyrwoman, a fiercely protective desire rising within him. He wanted to embrace the woman he cared for and take her away from all these others. Why were they just standing back and letting her stand here? What was wrong with bronze riders anyway!? Suddenly thankful his dragon had hatched a brown L'cian tried again to get the woman's attention, his actions however were in vain.
His vision blurred and in his mind he heard Tallith's lust-filled roar.
Tallith, Ephia isn't in her weyr!
But for once the brown dragon didn't reply, for at that moment when he looked so close to catching up, the golden Queen swerved right to avoid her flock of followers - himself included.
He pumped his wings furiously, bringing himself around to swerve between two bronzes then with a whirl of his violet eyes he tucked in his wings to bring himself a little lower than the other dragons. Perhaps he could rise up on an especially strong thermal and take the gold by surprise?
Then his rider stopped fighting against it and together they flew, minds and souls as one as both human and dragon gave chase.
The only way L'cian could help Ephia now was if he won, was if he aided Tallith in Ariath's capture. He had made a promise to the Weyrwoman and he did not intend to break it, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her.
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Blyir came to join her brown on the ledge, reaching up to fondle her dragon's eyeridge. "So the flight has begun." A smile touched at her usually stern face as she watched the acrobatic dance between gold and her pursuers. She would never have her brown doing such a thing, tradition always told of bronzes winning golds.
She gazed at him out of the corner of her eye and sighed, he wasn't exactly a lustful brown anyway, never flirting or taking much of an interest in females. Even now his eyes were half-lidded as if sleep was threatening to take him away.
I need not tire my wings on females. Waroth replied.
"Love, if you ever feel the need, I will not deny you that right."
There is no female here that takes my interest.
"Your expectations too high?" She smiled fondly, moving to lean against the great brown head as she let her eyes trace the glimmering bodies of dragons in flight. Her dragon simply rumbled in response and she chuckled, stroking the soft skin of the beast.
"M'xan and Enelth, how do they fare?"
They fare all the same my love, the Queen will play with them some more. It is her way of shedding the weak from the strong. Only the best will win her.
"And we both know who that is."
Predicting flights again? Waroth's tone was highly amused as he rolled his blue eyes slowly at her.
"I prefer to call them educated guesses...hopes maybe." She nodded her head, silver-threaded hair fluttering about her face like the obscure wings of a butterfly. Then with heart thumping inside her chest she moved to sit down by her beast. It was true that in their old Weyr her brown had taken an interest in a few of the greens, even won them in a couple of flights, but ever since their transfer he had found no dragon to suit him.
...It really was a shame. It would be good to have those feelings again, though she had to admit the idea now was a little unnerving. She was hardly the young woman she had been.
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