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SilverShieldwolf rolled 3 20-sided dice:
18, 5, 15
Total: 38 (3-60)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:30 pm
Flarneth caught sight of the queen and a bronze. His mind surged in anger as he thought the flight was over. The brown dodged as the bronze fell towards the group. He tucked his wings and rolled to the side. As soon as he was clear, he snapped his wings open and started pushing to gain altitude again. He wanted to get closer. The closer he got the less chance of injury from the others falling.
He roared at Vulith as the bronze showed what he thought of the browns. The lust surged again, pushing him. The golden glow of her body...It pulled at his senses and even urged him on more. His brown and black wings pumping harder as he maneuvered around the rest of the pack. There were some slowing down, making it easier for him to keep his pace. Just maybe if he waits, bids his time, then he will get the chance.
(#'s rolled: 10, 2))
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Revel1984 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
16, 20, 17, 13
Total: 66 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:41 pm
He strove hard to get above the clouds, blinking water from his eyes he saw Feynath, her gold hide shimmering with the drops reflecting the sunlight. He was struck with the beauty of the view and almost didn't notice her slash at a Bronze, he roared angrily and dove to get out of the way of bronzes and browns that were getting clear of the tumbling victim of Feynath's lusty rage, death was not on the table for him this day. Today was the day he would win the affections of the Golden Queen, great Feynath for whom he had great respect for, he would Honor the fallen Bronze that used to be her weyrmate by being strong for her, he would prove it was HIM she should choose.
K'tor gasped as Vulith dove, his heart hammering in his chest and he reached towards Eirlyn but withdrew when he realised that no, Vulith wasn't going to dash himself on the rocks, he wasn't that stupid. K'tor breathed once more as his mind merged with Vulith's knowing how badly his dragon wanted to catch the Gold, his own ambitions of weyrleader also hanging by a knife edge. It all depended on who's dragon caught Feynath. Whoever it was both they and their dragon had large boots to fill.
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
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moonlit-raven rolled 3 20-sided dice:
11, 15, 13
Total: 39 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:43 pm
Krith had been far enough behind that he had missed most of the collison, though he still had to maneuver carefully in order not to run into any of the other dragons. The flight was far from over, and he beat his lightly striped wings to rise out of the fog.
He was still no where close to the queen, but this brown was still in the game, and he tested the winds carefully, hoping to find a draft that would let him catch up.
Numbers to Match
3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
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Kyrieko rolled 4 20-sided dice:
9, 3, 9, 9
Total: 30 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:02 pm
[Numbers to match: 3, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3
Rolled Numbers: 3, 10, 9, 2, --, -- ]
He stretched his wings again, letting the air below him lift the bronze in it's gentle caress. Keilmanth was careful not to hit any of the other dragons, especially the smaller browns, with his wings. He was doing fairly well at ignoring them aside from making sure none of them were on a collision course with himself. A tail flick behind and he banked slightly over and above one of the sleeker dragons to give himself more space. or that was the intention.
With a bellow that was similar to a human curse, Keilmanth twisted and tucked his wings in to dive lower and out of the way of the sudden flurry of wings, tails, and teeth. One of the bronzes, he thought, had gotten too close and friendly with Feynath. She'd sent him careening back with his tail between his legs! Metaphorically speaking anyways.
Once he had himself sorted out and was no longer bumping into other dragons (or hissing, smacking with wings, tail, etc), Keilmanth rumbled in mild annoyance. He wasn't so close anymore! The Golden one was much farther ahead than she had been previously. A fresh wave of lust spurred him into pumping his wings hard to try and regain the lost ground. At least until he realized that would tire him out much faster. With an annoyed snort, Keilmanth pumped his wings hard again before widening them into a rhythmic beating of wings that should help preserve some of his stamina. Maybe. Hopefully. At least he was having fun!
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 4 20-sided dice:
11, 12, 18, 8
Total: 49 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:20 pm
Calanoth beat his wings, pushing to regain the height he had traded only moments ago. Blinded by the fog he didn't see Vulith above him until it was too late. Claws raked at his hide as he bellowed in outrage. His head snaked up and he snapped his jaws at the bronze above him.
Z'fer yelled out loud as he felt his dragon's pain. He spun around, unseeing eyes searching for the perpetrator as his hands clenched into fists.
Calanoth veered away from the bronze who'd grabbed at him, once again focused on Feynath. Droplets of ichor danced through the air behind him as he rose to the clouds.
The falling bronze caught his wingtip on the way down. Calanoth roared once again. Of all the Sharding Luck! He could prove he was tough! A few cuts and bruises wouldn't knock him out of this flight! THIS Bronze would fly until his wings stopped working.
The faces around Z'fer blurred together. He couldn't pick out a distinct target and swung wildly.
Need: 3, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3
Rolled: 16,
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magnadearel rolled 3 20-sided dice:
8, 20, 10
Total: 38 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:42 pm
Sermianth worked hard to keep up with the bigger males. Despite his struggles though, he had started to fall behind. He sucked large breaths down his throat to help give the power to his wings to drive him forward and up. Feyneth dropped for a moment below the clouds and he thought it on purpose to tease them before vanishing again. Until a bronze fell into the middle of the group. He roared his displeasure as he took evasive action. The brown rolled upside sidedown, then tucked in his wings to continue the roll.
Out away from the mess that had been the Feynath's pursuers, Sermianth flared his wings to stop the roll. Straightening out in flight, he glanced at the males sorting themselves out. Not interesting. Where was the queen? Up above. Most of his momentum lost made the brown stuggle for height. A bit higher and the brown traded a bit of height for speed. He was already well behind now a bit more might not make a difference. Plus the speed made rising a touch easier.
#s 3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
Rolled: 10, 2, 16,
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Thaliawen rolled 3 20-sided dice:
12, 17, 6
Total: 35 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:06 pm
Jacith attempted to follow the gold through the fog, but was slowly losing stamina. Browns might have been smaller and quicker than bronzes, but bronzes tended to have the necessary strength for long flights.
He thrust himself forward as he flew, still hoping--hoping he would catch her. For him. For his rider. For their Weyr.
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elfgurl1234 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
14, 17, 7, 12
Total: 50 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:33 pm
Well, if there was one advantage to being behind it was that Hedereth didn't get caught in the death-trap of falling bronzes up ahead. On the downside though even with said congestion he was still a good distance behind and chances of victory were looking slim. Well, if nothing else he could stick around at least to see who did get the queen-- and if by some stroke of luck another chance to slip closer opened up he'd take it.
With his bronze's slightly lessened resolve to win, T'may moved a bit more to the outer edge of the group of riders. No point in getting caught in the fray if he and his dragon were just flying along harmlessly in the back, right? He'd satiate his lust once the Flight was officially over.
((Numbers to Match: 3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:39 pm
Feynath bugled again, the sound far more encouraging then before. The flash of rage had seemed to burst a dam and for the first time in the flight, she seemed to be courting the boys, teasing them with a flick of tail, a twist of her body, seemingly interested in what they might do to impress her. The mating rage had ebbed somewhat and her eyes were bright, deep purple as she continued to Rise into the chill of the upper winds and maximum height a dragon could fly.
The steady, powerful beats of her wings carried her along but she did not slow in this race. Let the males come to her, let the stronger be the ones to do so.
When the knot of males came undone and everyone climbed back into the sky, the ranks mixed up once more, several of the bronzes lost interest in the males around them as the gold summoned their attention, giving their all into the flight and speed and test of endurance that every Flight was.
When a man swung a fist behind her, Eirlyn turned with a hiss and smacked the man clear across the face, "Stop." It was a command that bore the weight and power of a gold's order as she stared the man down, somehow more imposing and beautiful then before. This was her duty to the weyr, not her choice... the men could behave themselves even if their dragons didn't know the meaning.
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 4 20-sided dice:
17, 3, 19, 19
Total: 58 (4-80)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:57 pm
Z'fer rocked back on his heels, stunned by the blow. Anger flared up within him for a split second before reality dumped a cold bucket of water on his temper. He blinked as he realized he was on the ground with the other Riders, not int he air surrounded by dragons. He caught the Weyrwoman's angry glower and was sufficiently cowed. Had he less pride he would have slunk away with his tail between his legs. He didn't apologize or provide an excuse. It was his own sharding fault after all. He was just lucky that the slap was the worst that had come of his stupidity.
Calanoth's wing beats became labored as they rose higher into the thin air. His large chest fighting to provide him with enough air. Ichor still oozed from the wounds on his back, the chill of the air causing them to sting. No aerial acrobatics for this beast. All his focus was on staying right behind her.
Need: 3, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3
Rolled: 16, 3,
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:08 am
K'lat watched in a light daze as Eirlyn smacked the rider who swung a fist. Connected with the brown, he caught a glimpse of memory from what caused this rider to do that.
Flarneth felt His look for the memory of a dragon attacking. It was a bit more than he was ready for and he bellowed at the other browns. He tried to sound encouraging for those falling behind even him. The browns had to prove themselves! He twisted down, turning his body towards the gold.
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Thaliawen rolled 3 20-sided dice:
3, 15, 9
Total: 27 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:11 am
Jacith was tiring; and though the brown could hear the encouragement from his rider; his rider, urging him to fly high, strong, and higher still, he was losing confidence. Feynath was flying to heights he had not yet been, as high as any dragon could fly. The chill of the air seemed to penetrate his hide, even as the brown was swept up into another wave of lust.
He surged forward and higher still. The gold wanted to be impressed? He would impress her then! He would show her how well a brown could fly. How brave, how skilled, how wonderful he was!
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SilverShieldwolf rolled 3 20-sided dice:
4, 14, 13
Total: 31 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:14 am
SilverShieldwolf K'lat watched in a light daze as Eirlyn smacked the rider who swung a fist. Connected with the brown, he caught a glimpse of memory from what caused this rider to do that. Flarneth felt His look for the memory of a dragon attacking. It was a bit more than he was ready for and he bellowed at the other browns. He tried to sound encouraging for those falling behind even him. The browns had to prove themselves! He twisted down, turning his body towards the gold. ((Forgot to roll))
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:55 am
The desires of the gold forced Sermianth to push himself higher. His lungs burned as his muscled demanded more oxygen that was difficult to get. He wanted to croon a love song to Feynath, but knew if he did that he’d be out of the Flight. It would have to wait until he got his second wind. Instead he writhed in the sky. Using the sunlight to flash off his wings at the queen. M’ale was amused at Sermianth; he wasn’t usually concerned with showing off thus. He wondered if the Flight had gone to his head and debated calling him in. The brown strongly refused.
Faced with his dragon’s determination to see the Flight through, M’ale encouraged the brown. They both knew the dragon didn’t have the stamina of the bronzes; no matter what Sermianth pretended. He would have to win this through smarts. Determined to win, he took stock of his position, his rivals, and the glowing, gold prize. Now was the time to make use of the air currents. Use them to bring himself, away from the pack yet close to Feynath.
#s 3*, 10, 9, 2, 16, 3*
Rolled: 10, 2, 16,
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magnadearel rolled 3 20-sided dice:
6, 5, 5
Total: 16 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:56 am
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