Leszyth regained his spot among the suitors and paid them no mind, at this moment he had eyes only for Mornhavonth. He winced at the mental blast she sent out but powered through the pressure - he had faced worse during the Wherwars and would not be so easily swayed from his course! Brazen he certainly was at this moment and challenged the feisty crimson,Lovely one, surely that is not the most you are capable of! Challenge us truly to see who is worthy of you!
Roll for Toughness Numbers to match: 6, 12, 10, 15, 2 WC: 87
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 9:30 pm
Beautiful.
All but one male rose admirably to her challenge, but the flight was still young yet. Indeed, Mornhavonth was just getting going.
A laugh echoed in Leszyth's head, cold and beautiful and fragrant like crushed and bloody roses. she was pleased, very pleased. Two had responded with roars and aggression. This one, though, knew what she meant – she was testing herself as much as she was testing them. She would have to watch this blue for later... Ahhh, but could he catch her? That remained to be seen.
Her wing membranes snapped like flags in the whipping wind as she shot upwards into a steep climb, another pulse of mental pressure preceding her climb. It was a hard maneuver for her, given her mass, but if she could do it, they must too.
she clarified, though she wouldn't have minded a few little drops,
Leszyth savored Mornhavonth's laugh as it danced in his mind ever so briefly, it deepening his resolve to catch this volatile crimson. The wave of pressure she sent out was burnt away by this desire as he followed her in hot pursuit, wings snapping taut as he climbed the skies behind her. In this his smaller mass was an advantage, bugling triumphantly as he pushed himself to match her speed, Fiery Mornhavonth, there is nothing I desire more!
At the back of Mornhavonth's following Ahkerath hummed thoughtfully to himself. This wasn't his idea of fun. Mornhavonth was beautiful, no dragon could deny that, but they just flew up and Ahkerath didn't have any chance to show off his tricks doing this. It was all about being loud and aggressive and that wasn't fun.
If you don't want to take part, why not drop out? L'rin's voice interjected into his musings. But he did want to take part. He wanted to chase Mornhavonth wherever she chose to go, he just wasn't suited for this kind of challenge. He'd keep up with them though. Maybe a chance would come for him to pull off something. Even if he wasn't shouting, he could still keep up.
Rider: L'rin Dragon: Blue Ahkerath Dragon's Size/Build: Small/Above Average Dice: Strength: 1d20 +1 Speed: 4d20 Toughness: 1d20 +2
Reciproth spun wildly through the air after her, he wasn't necessarily showing off, but he had his moments of agility when he had enough speed going. Since he was quite large for a blue, he wasn't often as agile as his smaller counterparts. His blood boiled through his veins as he flew high, after her. He was gaining, but he wasn't going to push himself, not until he knew he could catch her. He didn't want her tired either, there was no fun in exhaustion. He remained silent this time as he bellowed her challenge. But he pursued her with vigor and he matched her moves with his own as he tore through the sky.
Then it is for you alone to see, Osieth rumbled to Morn. The blues were doing remarkably well in this flight. He would need to step it up. The brown flared his wings. He stalled a moment then slammed his wings down to drive himself forward. Osieth arched his body so he soared through a loop.
Numbers to match: 6, 12, 10, 15, 2 Toughness: 3d20
Beautiful. Flying was beautiful, and fierce. Mornhavonth loved it.
With a glorious roar, she dove into a roller coaster of flight. She was testing strength and resolve, but sometimes... sometimes it was just time to fly.
He followed the loop through completely. Osieth saw the crimson enjoying herself. As she should. You are beautiful. Flying was freedom. Nosing down he did an inverted set of roller coaster moves, going down first then up. At the arch of each move he briefly held a different pose.
Slowly but surely he was gaining on the glistening red female. Her crimson hide shone in the light and his eyes swirled as he beat his wings. All of the males seemed to be evenly matched in this flight. Indeed, he wanted to be the one to catch her, but it seemed that all of them were pretty well matched. He just happened to be in the lead, at least for now.
[what happens if there is a tie? Will you roll a dice and we match that number?]
Leszyth dove after Mornhavonth- it was indeed a joy to fly and in his joy he could not help but execute flashy maneuvers he could never perform with C’rrys - maneuvers that cost him his edge. Displeased with the setback he pushed himself all the harder with a defiant roar, unwilling to let the other suitors outfly him and win her burning heart.
As the crimson dove Ahkerath felt his heart soar and he let out a cry of joy. When he fell he could perform! Twisting tightly the blue seemed to almost tie himself in a knot, bending quite oddly before diving down. Keeping his limbs and wings tight to his body he let himself gain some speed. When he felt he had gained enough speed the blue flicked out a wing quickly, causing his previously straight dive to turn into a thin spiral. His rider didn't like this move. Something about dizziness. Shooting out his wings again the blue turned in a wide loop. True it did not gain him as much distance as a straight dive would, but the lady didn't always choose the closes male to her and Mornhavonth deserved to have someone with some grace perform for her.
Rider: L'rin Dragon: Blue Ahkerath Dragon's Size/Build: Small/Above Average Dice: Strength: 1d20 +1 Speed: 4d20 Toughness: 1d20 +2
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:17 pm
Yes – she had found her suitor's strengths. These males were fast and agile, focused and powerful. Very suitable for her plans. She sent a mental purr of approving pleasure to them, and flew into the final stretch of her flight. Soon, it would be time to choose, and so she played to their strengths and put on a burst of speed, one last burst...
(I could go by RP and use that as a tiebreaker. Whichever you prefer.)
He neither gained nor lost any space between him in the crimson. The blue from the other courses was hot on his tail and the brown had finally caught up to him. (read ahead to your post magna) He spiraled through the air as he followed her, his long wings carrying him through the air like a leaf. Sometimes it seemed effortless for him to fly, and at others he had to work for it. The brown beside him still beat him in size, but he wasn't too far off. He didn't wish to be anything else though. He was proud of all he and his rider had accomplished and he would be proud in this flight, win or lose. His eyes swirled as he followed her, awaiting her next moves.
Leszyth was not happy about falling behind Reciproth, he had seen the _ blue at both the obstacle course and the agility course. He had performed admirably in both- even as well as himself in the agility course, but Leszyth was not to feel intimidated- nay, rather he was emboldened by the other blue’s gain. He would not let any other blue have this lovely crimson, determined that only he was worthy of her- and he was willing to prove it!
[OOC: If there is a tie I think you should just do whatever makes the most sense for Mornhavonth, whether that be rp or another test!]
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