A'stor of Bronze Damith taking the +1 injury (1 deferred by roll), +3 points
He did not care for these dragons, no no. Too many of them were violent or passive (but what else was there, his voice of reason, A'stor, begged from where he could, from when he could) and Damith would not have this. He cared not for the green, ignored her entire existence, save that it was commented upon by Zamanateth, and would have missed her entirely had she not.
But then she dove and her claws were out yes but Damith had promised; he would bleed as would others. He dove after her, fearless, mad with his desire and drive, and no voice of A'stor reached his conscious mind this time. He could not - he would not - listen. He would do what needed to be done, scars and consequences be damned.
<Any foolish enough to pay attention to the pointless green,> he crooned to Zamanateth, his voice touched with the violence of his own claws, with the hesitation of him ignoring the pain of her claws tearing into him just slightly, <will surely pay dearly with their ichor and you will know those unworthy of you, if they do not have eyes solely for you.>
There! He knew that his waiting would pay off, and he flew towards her, weaving through the males, doing his best to pull move in close, and clawing at those who got in his way. He wouldn't get through unscathed either, catching the claws of others who were doing the same, but the pain was temporary.
He had more important things to concentrate on than pain at the moment anyways, as it was clear that he was going to need every ounce of courage and wisdom that he had if he was ever going to have a shot at impressing the queen.
Brown Howlith courting death by gold +2 wound, +3 points
He might have taken the long way around the first time, avoiding the male dragons in the air, but Howlith was interested. Merceth's arrival, the way the brown had thrown himself at the gold, had incited something in Howlith, and the brown rumbled, diving after his former-subordinate. He could feel something in the back of his head, L'iv suddenly snapping to attention, looking at the brown through his eyes - was she with C'ross, was something happening?
No matter, there was Zamanateth, and he was going to take his own chance. Merceth had dodged her talons already - she was from the mainland, the big Weyrs where color mattered; she was courted by bronzes, not browns. Perhaps she wasn't prepared for the maneuverability of the smaller dragons.
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 5:18 pm
Bronze Tauvolanth Playing It Smart: No points this round
What a graceful, charming lady Zamanateth was.
But he didn’t particularly want to see this Flight come to blows, so he focused instead on trying to keep the vicious queen from sinking her teeth into Berath’s pretty green hide. Don’t worry about her, Tauvolanth sang out cheerfully, still confident as ever. Their eyes are on you, beautiful warrior lady, as it should be.
But while some of the more aggressive dragons pursued her direction, Tauvolanth had a rather better idea. Height was key: if he had the advantage of altitude, he could dive suddenly whenever an opening presented itself. That way he would be letting gravity do the hard work, and potentially gaining himself either a speed boost or an opportune position at the right moment.
So up he climbed, away from the rest of the pack, letting the rest of them fall away beneath the shadow of his enormous wings as he gained speed. He kept an eye on Zamanateth, tracking her neatly, but at a bit of a distance… Distance that he could close at any time merely by tucking his wings in and dropping like a several-ton boulder.
Even in the confusion and through the surge of instincts so strong and primal they turned the world and the weyr to chaos, he felt it. The warm wet splatter of Ichor on his hide. From his hide. The pain hardly registered, it was just shallow claw marks. It was nothing that could over run his satisfaction. Her rage at the green made him thrill in delight. Flights were already intoxicating but no one could get him as drunk on it as Zamanateth. No other queen embodied the fundamental drives that fuelled a flight.
Taste it in the air my Queen. The start of your skies of irchor.
He was still desperate to impress her, make her notice him before he came lost in the pack like a snowflake in a blizzard.
He was not as big as the majority of the bronzes but he had a few advantages that he would use to keep him firmly in the race. His age came with experience. Long hours arching through the pern skies meant he knew when to seize an advantage granted by natures breath, his wings were ship sails on a sleek body and when they caught a lucky updraught of hot air the bronze propelled himself away from the main group towards his prize.
When the brown failed to catch her (how could he? A mere brown?) he shot himself forward towards the path he predicted the golds current trajectory would take her in. His body twisted to snag her claws in his own, crooning encouragement he even flashed her his new war wound in further hopes of winning her esteem.
Shaddaling rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 5:35 pm
Ki'en and Bronze Solzeth
Court Her Claws
Solzeth trumpet joyful and hummed, sparing a glance to the green. He called and tucked into a dive, risking her claws to pull ahead of others.
Points: 5 Wounds: 3
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 7:25 pm
A'tsu and Disuth No Distractions
Maybe he was simply a dragon without a heart for passion, but all this shouting insults and getting clawed was not exactly his style. He moved out of the path of Zamanateth's claws, leaving the getting shredded to the others.
Lady, you are something else. Do a lot of betting on wher pit fights too? Cuz some of us still need to fly patrols tomorrow. His grousing sounded amused, not irritated. If he was concerned about baiting the aggressive queen, or hurting his chances, it certainly didn't show.
Sexy, I like that bronze hide of yours in one piece. Remember that. He kept half an eye on Alimanth, his a good-natured blue with swirls of purple desire running through. It wasn't that he didn't want to catch Zam. But he had a mate flying only a few dragonlengths away. If he lost, they'd have their own party.
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 9:34 pm
The bronzes and browns clamored for her attention. She couldn't be bothered to pay attention to a female right now. Especially not a green who wasn't a threat. She twisted out of the grasp of several of her suitors, though they gained nicely, She had more pressing matters, like Ulfriskth, who was getting ahead of himself. Ha! Well it was a nice maneuver, but not enough for her! She twisted out of reach of his claws and snapped at Ulfriskth's shoulder before wheeling away to tease the males. Two were catching her eye: Solzeth and Merceth. Bravery and strength from both of them, and they were fun. One talked, the other roared. She couldn't decide yet, though. Ai thought. She disliked the pit fights. She had never seen one, but she had seen their aftermath. she cackled as she twirled acrobatically past Disuth. Mmm, yes. They would have to work for her, still. She crooned, twirling in a glittering loop in the heightening sun away from them. she called, deceptively sweetly. Deceptively, for underneath was a darker more violent tone. She wanted more blood. More violence. More. She was nearly ready, so dance, her suitors, dance. She would choose soon.
Ai, for her part, couldn't wait for it to be over.
Prompt 3
Bonus Points: Merceth: +1 Tauvolanth: +2 Ai appreciates you distracting Zamanateth from attacking Berath. I also liked the post, which is why theres two XD Solzeth: +1 Ai appreciates you too, and she stole Zamanateth's 'like' to do it. Disuth: +1
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Whoa, that Merceth is awfully close to her! Maybe its time for a sprint. Sure you'll be tired afterwards and may need a break, but if you catch her it will be worth it!
Roll 1d6. Thats how many points you get from your wild sprinting gamble. However, you need to recover, and cannot move next round, though you may still make a post to try for bonus points.
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Keep flying! Just keep flying! Maybe it will work! +1 pt
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Shaff this, you've had enough. Time to show what you've REALLY got. Tooth, Claw, and awesome.
Hmm. This flight was going rather well, or at least Zyxth thought so. He wasn't close to being the one to catch her, no, Merceth had that honor, but this brown wasn't quite done.
It was sprinting time! He put on a burst of speed, hoping to use it to catch up to the gold and the rest of her suitors, dodging past several of the others as he did. He just wasn't that strong of a sprinter though, and while he was able to get closer, it just wasn't close enough. Just a little farther, a little closer, and maybe, if one of the others wasn't faster, wasn't better, maybe he'd have a chance.
TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 2:26 am
Malcarreth (going for +5 points, adding +1 from last round Wounds: 4/5)
Well this was looking as though it might be... short. Well there wasn't much more time from strategy then, was there? Eyes gleaming brilliant violet the inky dark blue twisted in the air and shot directly towards the gold, weaving past larger slower males with ease.
Claws tore into his hide as some of those he bypassed objected strongly to his presence but Malcarreth ignore the blows, acknowledging them only with twitches to his wings to correct his course.
Ichor streamed in the air behind him and the inky dark blue gave a high clear call to the glowing female ahead of him. he asked in tones that rang deep, sultry and more than a little darkly amused. If he really pushed himself right now he might just have a chance, and wouldn't that be a fine thing? Wardens' would end up with quite the reputation.
Almost, almost, he felt the tips of his queen's claws brush his own. Fresh confidence surged into his chest, the beginnings of a trumpet of victory.... What a shame it was so quickly shredded by the golds jaws. The snap caught him right across the shoulder and base of his wing muscles sending the large frame tumbling away from her.
Manic wing beats brought his free fall to a quick halt but he had lost a fair amount of ground. He had almost been able to touch her and now he was several dragon lengths behind again. Ichor dripped down his hide and covered his whole foreleg in mini rivers of flowing blood. Maybe the Bronze was a little wrong in the head (his rider would support that option) but it only encouraged him. A wound from her claws had started his dragon sized crush after all.
With fresh ground to make up and the brown gaining on his queen fast Ulfriskth gathered his strength and sent a snarl of challenge to the drgaons closest to her in a vain hope that he would be able to distract them long enough to catch up.
Did you think that would be enough my glowing heart? You will have to do better than that too make me give you up! I can still fight for this dance.
Meanwhile he gathered his strength, bunching his muscles like compressed springs. Then he launched himself into a powerful flood of wind, ignoring the twinge of pain along one side, it would not stop him! Even if he lost, as long as he could leve an impression and improve his chances next time the flight would not be a complete Wash.
It was going to be okay, he could still win. He was a leaf on the wind. Just watch him soar!
chenabby rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:30 am
A'stor of Bronze Damith taking the + 5 pts, + 2 wound (1 by roll)
Damith's shriek was audible through the bond, the high pitched, anxious noise, the panic, and A'stor was a hair's breadth from telling him to get the shards out of there, that no queen was worth this, but it wasn't as though Damith would answer anyway. Merceth was pulling ahead - Merceth might win and Merceth was not Damith.
No, no, no! Damith would not lose again, he could not lose again, and the red whirled faster and harder, a centrifuge of blood, and everything about him became a weapon. Damith was no bulky bronze, no ponderous weight that accompanied some of his larger fellows, but he was sleek, efficient muscle. He struck at any bit of dragonflesh that came near, all claws and teeth and shrieks, and he would not have this, no, not at all, and maybe he would lose (but he would not! he would not no) but he would take others out with him; he would cause injury and pain and they would not forget that he had done well for himself. No.
A few more injuries had appeared on his hide, oozing ichor, but if Damith was conscious of the pain, it was unclear - he was a whirling ball of sharp edges and that was as he liked it. He would feel it later, but perhaps his desire, his drive, kept him numb to it at the moment. Stupidity - but he had a bit more left in him. He would not pull out. He could do this.
Brown Merceth Tooth and Claw, +5 Points, +3 Wounds
He rolled, angled so that Zamanateth came back into view, and... She was so close. She was right there. Merceth put on a final surge, every muscle, every sinew in his body straining to be there - to be first - to earn the honor of a place by her side.
Damith was right there as well, catching up, but Merceth merely snarled savagely and jostled closer to him. It wouldn't matter who came in second place. What would matter was who the queen chose.
Violet overcame the crimson-red in his eyes, and his attention turned entirely to Zamanateth, reaching out to her with his foreclaws. Inviting her to take them, to choose him, to end this with a brown who would give her the respect she deserved.
He would pay for this dearly, if it turned out his gambit was for nothing. He was bleeding already, ichor pale green against the dark of his hide, but it mattered little to him. He'd taken worse in Flights and battles and none of it made him falter.
