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Spicy Dizaster rolled 4 20-sided dice:
11, 4, 13, 17
Total: 45 (4-80)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:11 am
Calanoth all but folded his wings and turned into a steep dive towards the ocean, As he crashed through the pack of dragons he was thrown off course by Galzuth's fighting. He growled and slashed at the idiot who dared touch him. In retaliation he smacked Rovarath's head with his tail. He continued to lose altitude, finding more fog but also more room. For a large dragon like he, it was a fair trade. Calanoth could just see hints of Feynath ahead of him but he could hear her well.
Back on the ground Z'fer lost his place beside the Weyrwoman as M'ale shoved his way in. He echoed his dragons growl and pushed right back to her side. A mad grin spread across his face.
Calanoth's eyes still held the purple of lust but whirled violently with anger. His was angry! His rage fueled him as he pumped his wings, surging forward beneath the other competitors.
Need: 3, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3
Rolled: 16,
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SilverShieldwolf rolled 3 20-sided dice:
12, 20, 8
Total: 40 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:26 am
Flarneth pushed himself after the queen. The large brown jostled his way through the crowd. He needed to get away from the crowd. He snapped at a bronze when he got to close. Normally the brown would respect them, but in the lust filled mind he didn't care. It was time to chase. He watched as she flew into the fog, his purple eyes followed her form from above the fog.
#'s Needed
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
#'s Matched:
10
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moonlit-raven rolled 3 20-sided dice:
4, 18, 18
Total: 40 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:47 am
He was a silent dragon, and the brown flew on, ignoring the agressive bronzes who had joined in on the flight. Krith was agile enough to dart around them, to avoid being attacked by them, though he almost ran into the pillar that was hidden in the fog.
It was enough to slow him down and he snarled once in frustration, before shaking it off. It was still early enough in the flight that this wouldn't affect anything, and he continued on, confident that he could last.
Numbers to Match
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:59 am
The pillar that the throng of dragons was forced to avoid split the main group of dragons in two, opening the skies and reducing the tension but it served to slow the vast majority down. Brown Asiloth, ever the steady, reliable dragon was not so agile in the air and did not turn him so swiftly as the young bloods. Nearly colliding with the pillar, the brown found himself awkwardly perching, wrapped around it for stability, wings teetering and twitching to maintain balance as the rest of the group flashed by. He let out a roar of frustration that turned into encouragement as he dropped off the rock and glided before teleporting back to the Weyr. Used to such clumsy stints, he'd never really gotten close to Feynath before... this time was mostly just bad luck.
Rovarath roared in defiance as Calanoth slashed his head and rolled in the air, trying to catch the brat of a bronze for his insolence. In kind, his Rider growled and shuffled, knocking shoulders with the man beside him and setting him off balance. The offended men shoved back, a motion echoed by the aggressive Galzuth.
Fanning out into a proper Flight after the initial surge just out of the gate, Darianth pulled ahead of Galzuth, recognizing the hide of Vulith as he somehow surged to the front, along with Keilmanth. The sleeker browns began to catch up with their bronze fellows, however, and it wasn't long before Sermianth, Nachith, and Jacith were neck-and-neck with the rest.
Curving along the coast, Feynath followed the shoreline for a ways then bellowed and climbed, her great wings flashing in the light as he rose from the fog and it streamed off her, skin glistening damp from the moisture. Climbing, climbing, she powered through the cross winds infamous for dashing ship against the rocks below. The formation also had the tendency to cause strange echoes, splitting her voice and making it sound from several directions at once. Once above the fog, she rose towards the ceiling of the world, making straight for the clouds that hung heavy with rain.
Asiloth's rider, flushed and with eyes flashing with lust, turned and left the area, the first of a few... heading back down the hall to where women had gathered, primped and dressed nicely, hoping to catch the eye of the defeated bronzeriders. The Queen's mood had infected most of the Weyr and nearly a dozen greens were preening, eyes whirling violets as they awaited the return of the bronzes, ready to catch the frustrated males for a spin in the air.
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elfgurl1234 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
8, 1, 10, 5
Total: 24 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:11 pm
Despite the earlier obstacle of the pillar, Hedereth was still in the chase and once again catching up with the other browns and bronzes. He had already started flying upward just before Feynath bellowed, and as such it was very easy to see her rise above the fog. Spotted wings pushed off with more force as he continued pursuit, trying to slip between a couple of the bronzes who were closer than him. When one lashed out at him, Hedereth roared right back, taking a snap at him mid-flight. He wasn't about to back down.
((Numbers to Match: 3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*))
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SilverShieldwolf rolled 3 20-sided dice:
2, 18, 1
Total: 21 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:28 pm
The brown swooped down closer to the fog, almost colliding with the group crowded in the fog. He growled his aggression, moving on towards the higher clouds. He was falling behind and didn't like it. He wanted to prove himself and make K'lat even prouder. Flarneth pushed his wings to get him closer to the queen, his goal so far away, but he wasn't giving up.
K'lat stood on the outer ring of men around the Weyrwoman. He was locked in with Flarneth, sending encouragement to the large brown. Even if he didn't make it, he would be proud of the show His is putting on.
#'s Needed
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
#'s Matched:
10
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Revel1984 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
1, 4, 20, 19
Total: 44 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:37 pm
Vulith lashed his tail angrily as he was forced to veer away and around the pillar of rock that seemed to suddenly appear from nowhere just to hamper him in catching Feynath, his purple eyes suffused with red as Browns were among the head of the pack chasing, this would NOT do. Vulith veered towards one particularly fast one, as he himself sped after Feynath, and pulled ahead, claw slashing at whatever part of the brown happened to be within his grasp, most of his attention being on Feynath and watching for tricks but needed to show the browns where their place was in a Gold's flight. Bronzes were the best, and he, Vulith, was the best of the Bronzes, He alone would snare her in his claws.
On the ground K'tor jostled among the others, his lips curled into a snarl when Vulith got closer and lashed out at a brown, his own arm moving to shove at a fellow rider who was getting closer to Eirlyn. Some part of him felt pity for the bereaved weyrwoman, H'trel had been part of her life for so long and she must still grieve for him but the lusts of his dragon were overwhelming and the momentary pity turned into lust once more as Vulith, high above, rose after the Gold.
Vulith beat his wings hard, she was climbing, climbing higher and higher, his muscles strained with the effort to gain altitude and he was briefly confused at the voice coming from different angles, tricking him into thinking she was everywhere all at once. He moved to grab at a shape in the fog but screamed as it turned out to be a leading bronze, he should have known! .. the shadow had been too small for Feynath. His lust made him make mistakes and he fought his desires to control himself and focus on her only.
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
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magnadearel rolled 3 20-sided dice:
12, 1, 20
Total: 33 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:49 pm
M'ale had just one moment to be pleased with his position next to Eirlyn, then the rider he'd displaced returned. He only half saw the other's grin linked as he was to Sermianth. What he did see caused him to stand his ground, bear his teeth and glare. He was no push around.
Sermianth could feel the pressure ease off as the expected staggering between the beasts occurred. He took one eye off Feynath to determine his position in the pack. Much to his surprise he, and two other browns, were right up there with the top contending bronzes. This boosted his confidence that the bronzes couldn't push him around. Not that he let them at any other times either.
He turned his full attention back to the queen, and keeping his body going. His wings felt alive. Sermianth knew he needed all his skills to get through these crosswinds. He did his best to get himself angled to shoot right through them and loose as little speed as possible. The queen's roars sounded from different directions; nearly confusing him and making him think there were several queens to be caught. M'ale caught the confusion and assured him it was only one, playing tricks. The queen was finally making for height.He wanted to be there before he lost her in the clouds. M'ale sent strong encouragement; he was the best brown in the Weyr. The brown reassured, roared his lust and pumped his wings furiously.
#s 3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
Rolled: 2, 16,
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moonlit-raven rolled 3 20-sided dice:
4, 5, 12
Total: 21 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:53 pm
The brown wasn't one to give up, nor would he until he absolutely had to, and that time wasn't yet. He was still going strong, following behind the throng, trusting that he would quickly catch up to them. There were advantages to that, if there were any obstacles, he would likely have warning from the others before he reached it, and he continued on, soaring on pale wings.
Numbers to Match
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
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Meepfur rolled 3 20-sided dice:
16, 5, 14
Total: 35 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:13 pm
When one of his fellow browns dropped out of the race, Nachith drove himself all the harder - he was not finished, not yet! The surge of determination sped him on until he'd regained his lost air and was once again up near the front-fliers. He knew this would need to be more than a race, though, if he were to have any chance at all, as he simply lacked the build for great endurance. If he were to have any hope of winning, he would need to impress in other ways. Instead, he tried to shoot ahead, spending some of his speed in an attempt to get out towards the front of the pack: where Feynath might see him twist and twirl, where he might catch her eye with the maneuvers his slimmer form allowed.
If nothing else, well, he knew he looked good!
((3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*))
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Thaliawen rolled 3 20-sided dice:
12, 2, 2
Total: 16 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:29 pm
Jacith was neck and neck with the bronzes and other browns; and while his first instinct was to be smug, his attention was on the queen. He gave a powerful wing thrust in attempt to catch up with her--in attempt to catch her. He would win this. He was doing well. He would win; she would be his. His eyes were a purple, lusty color as he flew.
The bronzes were ignored. For now.
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Kyrieko rolled 4 20-sided dice:
18, 14, 11, 7
Total: 50 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 2:53 pm
[Numbers to match: 3, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3
Rolled Numbers: --, 10, --, 2, --, -- ]
Keilmanth twisted around another, smaller pillar before making a powerful downstroke and getting a little higher. The other bronzes - minus the few that seemed to have better control of themselves - still snapped at one another, trying to bump against each other to knock out of the way. It made the bronze keep a wary eye (sort of) on those dragons in case they got too close. He rumbled to those around him, not threateningly but in companionable 'good luck'. It was hard to tell if Keilmanth was determined to catch the Queen. Or just enjoying the flight. Not even his rider was one hundred percent sure of this.
Glancing to either side of himself he spotted Vulith and a few sleeker browns joining them. Well, so long as none of them tried to act as dimwitted as the others, Keilmanth had no qualms over the browns being here. Though his bronze counterpart seemed to think differently. He snorted, eyes focusing back on the Golden one. Her hide all but glistened as she made to rise above the fog. Lovely was the word that whispered around his mind as he watched. With renewed lust, Keilmanth worked his wings hard to begin ascending through the strong crosswinds.
They were rough, those winds. But he beat his wings forcibly until he was clear. A bugle of success escaped him as he looked to either side. Had those that had been neck-and-neck with him made it through as well? Were they still close? Before he could get his confirmation, the sight of Feynath rising out of the fog and towards the clouds drew his attention. Brilliant. She was magnificent! Keilmanth roared in affection towards the Golden one.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:12 pm
Behind, the pack of male erupted from the fog, the moisture streaming from their bodies and billowing out in waves as the low clouds were torn apart. Their trail was evident in the fog behind them, the tops chopped and rent, as if some great propeller had skittered across the surface.
Up, up... ever upwards, Feynath was climbing for the clouds and when she looked back, she found many to be catching up. The distance her first trick had gained had quickly been recovered by the energetic, driven males. Flicking her tail, she turned her attention back to the clouds and just breached their lower surface as the roars and calls and grunts of competition grew loud in her ears.
Too close! Folding over, she snapped and clawed at the first male that grew to close, scoring his hide with powerful talons. She was not ready. He was NOT good enough! The maneouver forced her back below the clouds and she laboured in the air, regaining the height and pushing up through the clouds until the clear sky was above and the warm sun beat down, envigorating her. It would be a race of endurance now... Feynath would not be caught so easily.
When the foolish bronze got to close and was forced to fall back, his sudden jerk and folding of wings to duck the queen, sent him falling into the pack behind and everything erupted into chaos as dragon tumbled and spun, rolling and diving all to avoid getting tangled up and plummeting to their death.
Coming from behind, far enough back to avoid the chaos of the falling bronze, Onoth winged past his comrades, taking the lead for the first time in years. Right behind him, and quickly gaining, was Shoth, his agility in comparison to the rest enough to get him out of the congestion quickly, and safely.
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Meepfur rolled 3 20-sided dice:
20, 17, 2
Total: 39 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:20 pm
No! Nachith swerved hastily to the side when the bronze who'd raised Feynath's ire fell, much more concerned with preserving his handsome hide than with winning. He'd like to live to chase the greens later, thank you very much! Taking the loss of momentum in stride, he beat his wings to try and regain some speed once it seemed safe to do so. His chances of success were falling by the minute, but he still fully intended to enjoy whatever remained of the Flight...hopefully without sustaining any injuries.
((3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*))
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