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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 9:16 am
Enelth's own lust-filled emotions were threaded with a small spark of disdain. Let them bellow their challenges! He'd expressed his rage on the ground, and would not sap his own strength here by answering the other competitor's foolish cries.
The queen's sharp bank to the right took the other dragons by surprise. He needed to get out of this pack. Instead of taking a long, slow curve to follow after her, Enelth folded his wings close to his body and let the momentum sweep him into a barrel roll to the right. Once his equilibrium was righted, he snapped bronze wings open and beat them easily to gain altitude, now higher than the queen he chased.
He sailed into a thin cloudbank, keeping tabs on the gold from his higher vantage point. From here, with the heavy mists swirling around him, she was a glowing golden form, clearly seen, but with the outline of her flying form curiously smudged and indistinct. Another, smaller something flew below her, trailing slightly, present as a dark smudge. Enelth seethed. A brown, Tallith, who hoped to sneak up on the queen. Dropping a tad lower, the old bronze kep a careful eye on both of them, waiting to make his own move, or to intercept Tallith from his.
M'xan was gone, flying high into the sunset sky as a part of his dragon, caught up in the fervor and the importance of this flight and the beating of Enelth's wings as they soared, intent and determined.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 1:06 pm
Farin's head turned, suddenly adjusting to the rapid shaking motion her left shoulder was undergoing as a younger boy yanked and made flustering motions to get her attention. Hazily, she turned her pale eyes upon him, blinking for a moment. What? Another voice reached her mind.
Ephia is in the bowl. Moth's voice rumbled, her tail flicking across the entrance of the weyr. She'd missed Gurath from running from the human sized hole, but she'd not permit any more dragonlings to go scampering about just yet.
"Ephia..." Farin vagued, and shook her head. "No, X'lias. You cannot go out." Farin said sternly, finding herself recalled back from it all. She shook her head again as if to further reason with herself. X'lias was right of course- someone should move Ephia from the bowl. But if Ariath caught her mate before X'lias could get over there- well, there was no reason to scar the poor boy for life! And regardless, what of the winner? She could have him going and decking the little boy just because he was attempting to prevail his sister's honor. "No- absolutely not!" Farin said again, moving her hands out. "Ephia will be moved- someone will move her-" She spoke, although she wasn't particularly sure if that would happen. It wasn't uncommon during green flights for a rider to be, er, ravaged in public view. Not preferred- but certainly not uncommon. Oh, she'd need a drink after all of this.
As if sensing some amount of trouble, Fleckin suddenly appeared above Farin, and began to make lazy swoops around her and X'lias. He seemed to be waiting for something, and knowing the bronze to the proverbial godfather of trouble, Farin turned a perplexed look upon X'lias, hoping he wasn't just moments from doing something troublesome!
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 7:32 pm
Her father told her this was supposed to be an easy run. A message from Kusini hold to the Weyrleader about tithes and then from Meka Hold to MasterWeaver Emoraan about new clothes and fabrics. It was her brother Ceggar's favorite run. He had some girl that he was walking with at Rias Weyr but he was caught up with business at Ista.
It was supposed to be an easy run.
Kallista came up on the weyr as the golden queen launched herself into the air, screaming a challenge for all to hear. Swallowing, the girl concentrated as hard as she could on her task. With the queen in a mating flight, the Weyrleader would surely be occupied. Sighing, she followd the familiar trail to the weyr. Perhaps she could wait out the flight... it was her duty to deliver her message to the weyrleader and only the weyrleader.
Which...she would know who he was after the flight.
Entering the weyr, she looked around for a basic hall or rooms to go and settle into... the kitchens perhaps. Staring up at the sky, she wondered softly to herself what it would be like to be so closely binded to another such as a dragon.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:16 am
the needle went into the fabric, out the other side, trailing a darkstring behind it. The string was pulled tight, the little loop vanishing. Repeat, just a little to the left. Remia swallowed, concentrating on her needlework. Trith was still at the window, just watching, making occasional admiring comments on the prowess of those involved.
The green snaked her head around, breathing a hot sigh onto Remia's arms and hands. The girl looked up, and set down her work, reaching out to scratch the eyedridges.
You are unhappy? Trith asked.
"Not really unhappy, just.... uhm... uncomfortable? I'll be fine, though, love. If you want to watch, you should watch."
I want to watch. They are flying very high and fast. It is a good sight. Trith stated, and a nudge at Remia with her nose, went back to the window.
Remia returned to her needlework, listening to the vague cries from outside, both human and dragon could be heard. She sighed. Stitch down, pull taut, stitch up, pull taut, repeat...
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 2:33 pm
Ariath rode on the thermals keeping herself level as she craned her neck to glance behind her. The number of dragons had fallen. Surely some had not given up already. A quick glance in all directions proved that there were the same amount of browns and bronzes after her as there were at the beginning of the flight, just two of them we're being crafty with their attempt.
Beating her wings to give her a bit of speed Ariath finally found a thermal that carried her swiftly to a more higher altitude, just passing in front of Enelth. Bending her back and snapping her pinions to her side she flipped onto her back for mere moments before twisting her body and spreading her wings again, the membrane catching her and righting her as she changed direction again heading off the way she had come.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:37 am
Tallith gave an almighty bellow, eyes whirling frantically as the gold pulled upwards and away from him. So near to Enelth, so close to being caught by that terrible bronze! Red joined purple in his lust-filled eyes and he heard his rider mirror his own distress.
Then they were treated with an acrobatic display by their queen so amazing that Tallith almost forgot to turn and give chase once more. Almost.
Parting his jaws in a silent call for her Tallith swerved, his smaller more agile form an advantage as he took a sharp turn and continued to give chase. Pinions were spread wide, neck arched up as he sought a thermal. If he could find one strong enough he could be lifted right up to her and he would win his prize once more.
If he was going to catch her it would have to be soon. Tallith was a large brown but he would never have the stamina of the bronzes, nor the strength to continue though he desired to. To fly when he was exhausted would be a foolish thing to do.
He had to put the last of his energy to good use, he had to catch her with his attempt and with his mind constantly plotting he half-lidded his eyes and poured more energy into his wings. His speed increased greatly taking him much closer to the queen, maybe a little too close? He turned his head to the side briefly, hissing his anger at the persuers and at Enelth wherever he may be.
As long as Ariath stayed on her course he was in the perfect position, if not then he'd have to use up more of his fast depleting energy.
He needed a thermal now!
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:43 pm
Enelth watched the queen shift, and, in one unexpected moment, slip past him in a flurry of shining wings, only to fly in the opposite direction. Frustration now colored his lust, and in a move endlessly practiced in Fall drills, the bronze snapped both wings fully open, angled forward to catch as much wind as possible. Pinions strained and the membrane sails billowed against the catch of cool air, allowing him to close his left wing and letting his momentum haul him around until he was facing back the way he had come. Right behind the queen.
With a quick glance of the other competitors, Enelth found Tallith directly under the gold. A strong thermal would bring him close enough to catch her. He could not allow that to happen! With a silent snarl or rage, he forced his wings to beat harder, faster, bringing the bronze higher and into the thinner atmosphere above the queen. He could see her below now, and with a few more powerful beats, he was ahead.
Timing his next move carefully, the bronze waited until she was seconds away from being beneath him again. Then he folded his wings, slick with condensation, and, turning himself around, dove down from his thin cloud to face the queen head, talons ready, in an attempt at her capture.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:04 pm
Ariath rode the few thermals left, quite enjoying the chase she was giving the browns and bronzes. All the extra energy being used on keeping herself ahead of the pack of males was beginning to wear her down. The lack of thermals as the sun began to set was creating quite a problem for her.
Whirling lust-filled eyes caught the motion of a dragon underneath. A quick glance down made her begin to wonder. Tallith was a nice dragon and a clever one at that for a brown. He had been nice as well, should he be the one to catch her? There were certainly many bronzes as well that would make a fitting mate.
Lifting her head she continued on her way until a blur of bronze from above had her fanning her wings trying to stop her flow of motion but her speed and his timing was against her and soon Ariath was grasped within Enelth's claws. The queen vocalized her surprised at the move the old bronze had done to grab her and she was not the most pleased with whom it was but lust and instincts took over and flooded her body and mind as well as her riders though anger and dismay hung like a dark cloud in the back of their minds.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:52 pm
To his own inner glee, the bronze dragon had timed his drop perfectly, sweeping in front of the queen just as she was below him. The unexpected move had left her surprised, and, for a few moments, in range. He fouled her wings up with his as he finally caught his elusive prize.
His claws catching golden hide, Enelth let out a bugle of smug superiority and let neck twining immediately with Ariath's. Flaring his wings in long strokes to check their rapid descent, the bronze let instinctive lust take over, smothering the feeling of self satisfaction, and, deep in his mind, a trickle of relief.
They had done well.
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In the Weyrbowl, M'xan felt the flare of victorious pride from Enelth. They had proven their ability and reclaimed this Weyr! Swept up in his dragon's mind and emotion, the new Weyrleader found himself embracing Ephia, draconic lusts leading him to his own passion.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:02 pm
Zelith, after struggling to turn fast enough to remain in the chase, bellowed in fury as he saw Enelth catch hold of Ariath. Snorting and rumbling to himself in frustration, he angled his wings down and started a long, slow glide back down to the Weyrbowl where his rider waited. Backwinging furiously to a landing, he snorted practically in Rinfala's hair, startling her in her flight-induced haze.
Rinfala jumped, blinking as she came back to herself. She bit her lip as she wondered whether to find relief from a willing male or not...shaking her head, she decided not to. Some habits from her crafter days remained, whether she willed it or no. Patting Zelith's shoulder comfortingly, she decided to walk back to her weyr through the inner corridors.
Zelith snorted and took off to their weyr himself to sulk.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 5:16 am
So close...so close!
Tallith could feel the heat radiating from the golden queen's body, smell her delightful scent, could feel the air whooshing around her great wings.
He was going to win, he could feel it in every nerve, every vein.
And then...
Enelth appeared from above and a moment later bronze was twined with gold where it should have been brown. Tallith's body jerked back violently, pinions spread as he fell back away from the mating pair. His head raised and jaws parted in a cry of agony and fury so loud that his rider was afraid he might blink between.
Promises broken.
Ariath lost!
He cried again, the tone long and pitiful, a call of despair as he watched the pair with a whirl of red-grey eyes. Then with a final twist of his body he turned to head back to his weyr, there was nothing for him here anymore...nothing at all.
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Tallith was not alone in his grieving as L'cian was returned to his own body, muscles trembling from the effect of the flight. Knees buckled as he fell to the ground, tears gathering in his eyes. He dared not look up in case he saw something that might make him want to tear M'xan apart.
All was lost...his promises broken.
He had told Ephia he would protect her...but instead he had let her be flown by the unworthiest man of all and now he would be the one answering to M'xan.
In his heart he knew that his brown could not win forever, for though he was a large dragon he was never to have the stamina of the larger males. However he would not let the Weyr suffer in the hands of that old traditionalist. Never!
With tears in his eyes and a firm promise to himself to make sure that he protected Ephia from now on, L'cian got to his feet and staggered off to his weyr.
Tallith?
We lost, we fail, we lose our queens! The brown sounded quite distressed and L'cian quickened his pace, feeling the sudden urge to be with his brown. He was glad the memories of this flight would grow faint in his dragon's mind.
He however would never forget.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:54 pm
Feronamth bugled as the great queen was caught. He opened his wings and held them out gliding through the cooling air. He grumbled as like many in the flight, the loss did not instantly cool their draconic lust.
As the sun set on the mating flight in the cool air the beauty of it all calmed him and he took the slow circling glide to his weyr to meet up with his bonded.
C'tari came out of the bond just as upset and frustrated as his dragon, but then he realized they were all still in the weyr bowl. Hastily and with his face burning red he tried to secure the area from the rest of the weyr... it wasn't quite possible, and moving them was not really an option at the moment.
It is natural. Was all Feronamth put in to his bondeds distress.
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