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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 11:51 pm
Shylla smiled limply, tightening her grip on S'ol's hand. Evmeth's exuberance was beginning to spill over into her rider, despite her fears and concerns. Everything else was minutia when her girl was in the air, the wind filling their shared wings. Her dragon was kind, gentle, strong, and when the time came she would make the right decision. Knowing this, the goldrider relaxed the tension in her shoulders, leaning over to rest her head on the shoulder of her clutchmate.
"You're right--you always were," she hummed, lips wrought into a love-drunk smile. "You'll stay with me, won't you? Until the other riders come?" Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked, and then closed, sighing with contentment.
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Wings straining, maw upwards, Evmeth let out a triumphant roar to signal the end of her ascent, levelling out just shy of the wispy morning clouds. She hazarded a glance back at her suitors, curious to see how they'd fared in her most recent challenge, and noted that there had been some rearranging in the ranks. Leading the pack was bold Pycath, with the wind in his wings and fire in his eyes. Following close behind was Calanoth, with time-dragons Tiaeth and Banneth nearly neck and neck. Morth continued his climb, powerful and steady, with Malcarreth at his tail, the speedy blue beginning to falter under the strain. Absoth and Kyoth trailed behind, each one trying to catch a bit of tailwind, and bringing up the rear was Kelilayth. These were her suitors, the ones who had made it through every trial, and they were all champions of their own right. And yet, only one could sire her clutch.
Evmeth addressed the entire assembly, her voice as warm as the sun on her glimmering hide.
Evmeth bellowed, pressing her wings forward with a determined resolve to reach the cloudline. To the others, she began to let the searing light she felt in her heart pour over their psychic connections, sharing the joy and the anticipation she felt for the coming hatchlings. Her essence was motes of dust caught scintillating in the morning sunbeams, a clutching sensation in the chest that was heartbreakingly bittersweet. Her presence was aware, the glimmer of light in a mirror, and each dragon will find a bit of himself painted in the reflection, his existence noted and well-observed before being given to the wind. In the shadows of her heart glowed yellow, fearful eyes that darted between a myriad of terrors, as well categorized as the suitors themselves, and in the dark distance howled the mourning ululations of a thousand dragons amid the smell of blood and ichor and burning hide. But even in the deepest darkness the dawn broke against the horizon, swelling with light and love and hope, hope for her rider, her suitors, her weyr, and the future.
((In addition to a roll of d20, this round is an RP prompt! It's up to your dragon to show off his inner voice, talents, and to showcase his character in a way that makes him unique. You can use their 'feel of voice' as starting inspiration, but you certainly don't need to feel limited by it! In essence, this is an opportunity for your dragon to show off the best points of their personality and what makes them 'them'. Points will be awarded for strength of writing and originality, and somewhere in the next round we'll be wrapping up. Good luck, guys!))
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TawnyAngel rolled 2 20-sided dice:
14, 12
Total: 26 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 9:34 am
[Malcarreth: 42 - 2 + 14 = 54]
He had lost his position near the front now but he was still amongst the pack, still fighting for height surrounded males that dwarfed him in both length and bulk. The sleek blue's chest heaved like a bellows as he willed himself onward, chasing after Evmeth's irresistible call and spurred on harder still by his own determination and C'tis burning drive from below.
He was not accustomed to opening up to anyone, baring your soul was a difficult thing to do, but Evmeth willed it and so it would be.
Malcarreth's mind brushed against the gold's, the smell of wood smoke and flicker of embers from a fire on a cold night that was him danced about the glimmering motes of dust in the morning light that was her. The blue twirled and twisted his lithe body in the air in an echo of one of those bright rising embers as he sought to gain height whilst still displaying his agility and grace as best he could. He opened his mind further to Evmeth, unveiling the fire below the embers; it was a forge, passion tamed and directed towards a goal. Forming in the depths of the forge was a keen dagger and the dagger was his mind, his will to prove his worth against ranks of larger blades that seemed to press all around and sought to cut him down sooner than allow him to stand level with them. Bellows heaved to stoke the forge, his chest heaved, his breath seared in his lungs as he fought to fly on in spite of how his muscles screamed; he could not keep his exhaustion from Evmeth and nor did he try to, she had asked for all that was him after all.
The blue climbed onward with another twist in the air as he wound his mind closer still with Evmeth's to show her more of himself. Sweeping back from the forge there was the beat of drums, the force of progress that came steady and measured but unrelenting. Tomorrow could be better, in that moment he believed it and shared that flickering ember of hope with Evmeth. The night was dark but there was always a dawn and until it came he had fire enough to chase away the shadows and fears that stalked in them. To the pain and chaos of battle he replied with a trumpeted call to order in his own high voice, a vision of massing forces to drive back the foe, and then the cooling touch of numbweed that came after the fight was won. Malcarreth's narrow wings beat at the air and in his sending to Evmeth they wrapped around her, her clutch, and the Weyr itself; he could defend them all if he could just have a chance! The world was stacked against him - that knowledge was like a millstone about his neck - but he pressed onward and flew onward, the raging wildfire that was his rider ensured that no matter what else happened.
And then at the last there was the dance of the rising embers again, a flicker of good humour and a call back to the jest the two of them had shared earlier.
[Pycath: 66 - 1 + 12 = 77]
Pycath surged on towards Evmeth with another high call of exhilaration as he drank in what she offered of herself and reached back to give of himself in turn.
He was power and speed, he was the the storm-swept ocean, he was the wind itself and he laughed at the ground and all that sought to limit him! There was not a flicker of doubt nor a moment wasted on hesitation; the brown brushed against Evmeth's mind with the feeling of a flirtatious kiss, a croon, and he invited her wordlessly to race with him to the apex of the sky and above. Why should they not? What could possibly limit such glorious creatures?
What Pycath shared next was Evmeth herself seen through his eyes in that moment, rising above him more glorious than the dawn and stronger than the stone of the Weyr now so far below them. He sent her his conviction, his vision of a clutch - their clutch - hatching, bonding, growing, rising on strong wings and calling with strong voices. The smell of burning filled the brown's mind and flowed to Evmeth but it was not the searing of dragonflesh, it was the acrid stink of seared Thread accompanied by the thrill victory. The sooty remnants of it blew away on the wind that was he, that was she, that was their combination, and below them a strong Weyr screeched their strength to the world and bugled exaltation.
The sounds and flickered images of a celebratory Gather rang out chaotic and joyous and then the joy of the gather morphed then into Pycath's joy in the sheer vitality of the flight. He shared with Evmeth the strain and glorious ache of his wings, the race of his heart, and once again the glorious sight that was she! He peeled aside more layers of himself to show her the relentless surge of his ambition to rise higher not just today but for all days, to do great things for the greater good of the Weyr and again he shared the glory of Evmeth, and then of Pycath, and then Evmeth and Pycath dancing together in the dawn's light.
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Dragonbraved rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 15
Total: 34 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 9:36 am
[Absoth: 35 + 19 = 54]
As Absoth found a last burst of strength and strove to gain height he opened his heart to the rising gold like a blooming flower. All inside was brightness, at once the light of a summer's day and the flare of flame that seared away a tangle of Thread. Duty ran to the bronze's core as did his love of it, of his life, of his Weyr, of his comrades. Brass trumpets called out his passion for everything he turned his mind to and a massed wing turning at his command was his determination. Whatever was needed to protect the Weyr and secure the future of its people would be done and done without hesitation or poor grace.
[Morth: 45 + 15 = 60]
Morth's sending was simple and the core he displayed to the rising queen was measured, lacking in flashing imagery perhaps but not in care. He was direct, as intent and swift of mind as a loosed arrow. He did not show Evmeth a force of arms to fight off the world, there was fire in his heart for the Thread to be sure but elsewhere was subtlety, a whisper in an ear here and a shaken hand there was his way and the way of his rider for whom there was a flare of love and loyalty. There was a sense in the bronze's mind of reaching out to catch the Weyr in his paws, of drawing it in through his chest and into his heart so that he became it and it became him. Morth was certainty, clarity, keen eyes scanning the horizon and the whisper of steel. He was the future, did not even question that this was so, and he reached out to Evmeth to ask her to be a part of it.
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 9:53 am
[Calanoth (Brown -1) 73]
Calanoth's chest felt as if it swelled. As if his whole being absorbing the bright light that radiated from Evmeth and transmuting it into something softer, warm and inviting. He poured back the comforting enveloping heat that was the signature of his being. Beneath the carefree confidence he displayed he opened up his mind to her, to let her taste freely of the honeyed core within.
Bright Evmeth, fairer and more forgiving than any other. You have seen my perseverance, my willingness to defend those I care for unasked, and my wisdom to step aside when shown a better path. Now see and recognise my patience, my love for my home and it's inhabitants. See that I would do anything for their well-being and happiness. I can be strong. I can be fierce. I too can be gentle and kind. You have seen me as I am alone. Let me show much more I could be at your side.
As he spoke his words were accompanied by the swirling crackling glow that spoke both of winter's dark chill and the beautiful warmth that draws love home. The inviting scent of citrus and spice that wove a bright path through his mind hinted at the vibrant burst of joy inspired by her and waiting to be given freely should she ask. He crooned, the vocalization a physical outpouring of the intense emotions overwhelming him. He stretched his wings and forearms wide, not reaching but offering everything he possibly could for her inspection.
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Shaddaling rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 2:49 pm
(Rolling for Ban 2- 1- = 1
total when I get back from work )
All of him? Banneth trumpet and still beaten down by gravity and perhaps a tad bit tired opened fully to the queen showing her everything that made him, him. Fresh snow fall, crisp and blinding when the light shone over it, coating pine and the scent of resin sap. The way it layered, sinking into bark and rivers, the snap, crackle of branches and ice, and the insulation blanket of power and protection, intertwined and a force of nature. The spring of paired orbs, blues, yellows, greens, reds, purple, some dragons might know them as eyes, the luminous shine that some creatures eyes took at night when the light shown on them. How each met and broke in a scattering of multiples orbs, his joy and wish to succeed and father the next generation.
Then a stillness of the coldest, clearest winter nights, when the stars seem over bright and each orb affixed like a constellation, a wish of longevity and peacefulness.
There was love for his rider, unwavering and steady, and a faint tempo of a marching beat within the crackling of ice and snow branches, sending up the fresh scent of pine.
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magnadearel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 5:33 pm
Bronze Tiaeth- Time Dragon - Modifier= -1
It had taken Vosin a moment to realize that her dragon had managed, somehow, to catapult himself almost to the head of the pack. She had to hand it to the small bronze. He could really throw his weight around when he chose. The redhead took a deep breath and sent Tiaeth silent encouragement. She'd support him no matter the outcome.
Tiaeth had been pleasantly surprised when he'd managed to find two updrafts that helped propel him up through the pack. He sent affection back to his rider for her support. Their bond was full of love and caring; that was something he valued in his rider. Now he needed to focus on winning this flight with His backing him.
The small bronze gave a rumble of approval as the gold bespoke them. The end was near. He had one more chance to prove his worth. Tiaeth watched Evmeth strive toward the clouds, he felt the emotions she sent. He reveled in her joy of the future hatchlings, and examined the reflection of himself she saw out of curiosity.
He in turn sent back the feelings of faith and love his rider had for him, and the feel of a teasing breeze playing over her wings. Tiaeth hummed deep in his chest and sent feelings of support for her fears. As his rider stood by him, he would fly by her. Together they could be stronger than apart. Determined the little bronze beat his wings furiously. He had a goal in mind. Tiaeth strived for the clouds that hung above them, but gave the gold plenty of space to fly. He dove and swirled in the clouds. His wings buffeting them into the shape he desired. It was hard work and took the last of his strength to complete.
The wispy clouds were hard to gather together. He puffed them around then made an archway at allowed a beam of sunlight to shine through. You give hope Evmeth. Much like this ray of sunshine, you inspire those around you to be better. I would be honored if you would choose me to help you spread hope over the Weyr in this time.
Total= 53 +11 -1 = 63
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Concinnity Blaise rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 12:16 pm
[brown Kyoth, modifier -1]
[34 + 10 - 9 = 43]
Though his rider had no desire to make herself vulnerable by sharing so much of themselves, Kyoth had no such compunction. He was like a still pool, untroubled by wind or wave. Brightly coloured fish swam in the pool, though they didn’t disturb the surface, and all was quiet and calm. His rider gazed out over the pool, a mug of klah in large hands, and the smell of it infused the scene. They were as strong as the mountains that surrounded the quiet valley, though a thousand times younger, and as unyielding to the hardships of weather. Here was shelter, here was sanctuary, here was peace. Outside, winds raged and storms battered, but all was serenity within.
He put all his heart into climbing after the others - he was not built for sprinting, but rather for staying on the wing for hours.
This peace and certainty was what he offered Evmeth and her young. He knew himself, and he was content with what he was. Knowing her, to her core now, he could be certain for her, if she would permit that. Though the outside might be dark and stormy, and the night full of noises, that was outside the shelter of his over-sized wings.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:37 pm
"Of course." As Shylla's eyes closed S'ol wrapped his arms around her and shifted into a slightly more comfortable position, his mismatched eyes fixed firmly on the door. If the other riders came he was going to have something to say about it, and it was not going to be polite. "Of course."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 2:13 pm
Nersha found herself practically throwing herself to the side to avoid the collision. This wouldn't do, she needed to get her head on straight. The woman had been about to apologise and keep on with her course until answers were demanded. "She's being a sharding dimglow is what she's doing!" she snapped back. "She isn't thinking and I need to stop her so I really don't have time for-" Nersha stopped mid-sentence, getting a far-away look as she focused on her dragon. Trying once again to work her way back into the dragon's thoughts. "Wait. Wait, she's calming down. I think I can get her back as long as nobody does anything stupid." Like insult her, challenge her, talk to her in general really. ---------------- The fire leached from Sereth's eyes as she watched the dragon pursue Evmeth. It was a bright and playful affair and yet there was no such joy in the female's heart. It was hard to know exactly what slowly worked through Sereth's mind as she hovered in the air, letting the larger gold and her entourage get further and further away. The fire that had consumed rational thought and any thought of what might come later had died back all too swiftly. Her eyes were a slowing whirling, murky mix of yellow with what looked like flecks of gray as her gaze followed the gold hide as she dove and rose. The dragon twitched however when her rider's voice penetrated her mind. Some connection had been made and Sereth's head whipped back and forth, taking in the two bronzes that had stayed with her. Doubt come pouring into her mind and panic chased on its heels. A low, pained, whine came from the gold before she snapped her wings close and dove. Clearly moving in the opposite direction of the continuing flight.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 2:27 pm
She was indeed calming or at least retreating, he saw it through Berath who stood with her eyes on the sky. Bereck exhaled and shook his head. "Best go to her."
Should he leave it at that?... No. No he shouldn't. He hadn't got to know any of them really but all of the timeriders had been shut up in his infirmary for several sevendays and he felt... well he felt something, a thing, and whatever it was it included an imperative to at least give a warning and an offer of sanctuary. "Something was wrong with Evmeth, and with Sereth kicking off like that too people might think you had something to do with it. Be safe, head into the infirmary if you're worried. Nobody would be fool enough to take a fight there." If they did they would have all the healers in the Weyr to answer to, and nobody wanted that. He wanted to hope that it wouldn't be an issue but Bereck was not a man who had much faith in human nature by and large. Whers were bad but at least they were honest and rational in their predatory way but when it came to people things got a lot nastier. So much for civilization.
"I have to go," Bereck added after a moment, shaking himself back to awareness and focus and he did not want to be here doing this! He had to be, he knew he had to, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to sharding well resent it right now in the privacy of his own head.
With a nod to Nersha the healer set off again, making his way towards Shylla's quarters as swiftly as his leg allowed without risking collapse.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 9:59 pm
Shylla's eyes remained closed, but her mouth twitched the briefest of smiles, allowing her body to relax against S'ol's. Evmeth's call was enchanting, and she had waited so long to join her in the skies. "Thank you," the goldrider murmured, and with that her expression went blank, her clutched hand slowly unfurling in his. In her mind, Shylla shed her tan skin for pale hide and the burn of her wingbeats in the crisp morning air, a heart overflowing with love. Her amethest-toned eyes glanced behind her, the entourage of suitors still in tow but gaining with a sense of urgency. Each one gave her a series of sights and sounds and emotions, and she rolled them around in her thoughts like a fine vintage that needed to be aired before sipped. One, in particular, called to her tastebuds again and again, but the sensible part of her set it aside for other samplings.
Why? Our choice is made, we don't need to rationalize it with semantics.
But High Reaches needs a strong clutch...
And you think our judgement poor? Every one of them is worthy to clutch, but we feel this one for a reason.
But what will they say if...?
Let them say what they will. We can be undermined in almost all other aspects, but in this regards our opinion alone is golden.
There will be an uproar over this, no doubt.
Let them roar.
Just shy of the wispy cloudlines, Evmeth began to slow her wingbeats, tilting her head back to glance at the suitors with one last discerning look. A glimmer of doubt darted through her whirling eyes, but it dissipated the instant she locked eyes with her chosen, her champion. The gold felt approval and resolution through the bond with her rider, who floated in her consciousness like the distant memory of a good dream. Others might dispute her choice in the future, but they would never know what it was to live this moment, to feel the swelling rightness that blossomed in her chest when she savored the taste of smoke and iron fires, the steady beat of drums before war.
Suddenly, Evmeth swerved, tilting her wings to arc her path back towards her suitors. <Malcarreth, my heart, my champion, will you take chase with me beyond the clouds?> The stately gold completed her turn just in time to close in on the sleek blue's ascent. Her spade-tipped tail brushed against his slowly, and then she offered him a joyous (if slightly winded) chirp, looking upwards towards the unseen journey ahead.
((This is the conclusion of the flight! It was a close race to be sure, and there were a lot of hard choices to be made. You are welcome to write an outtro in response to the choice, but there are no more dice rolls to be made. Thank you all for participating and for making this event wonderful!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 1:41 am
Bronze Tiaeth- Time Dragon
That was it. The flight was over. The father of the clutch decided. Tiaeth chuckled as the gold selected out her chosen mate. Good choice Emveth. Congrats Malcarreth. The exhausted bronze spiraled down out of the sky.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 3:42 am
He had not expected this.
Despite all of his efforts he had not expected it, it did not happen and that had been impressed upon him from the very beginning of his life. Malcarreth said, his voice ringing with confusion. He thought it had to be some kind of joke or that she would suddenly remember he was blue and turn aside but she drew ever nearer and matched her course to his.
This was no trick, and no mistake.
The searing of his muscles was forgotten, dropped away like an autumn leaf spiraling to the ground, and with a croon Malcarreth reached for the gold.
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Far below C'tis, who was now only a corridor away from Shylla's quarters, lent against a wall and started to grin. He needed to get somewhere private, he knew that but the knowledge was rapidly becoming distant and trivial. "Told you," he muttered, "told you you could do it."
Shaking his head in a fruitless attempt to clear it the blue rider stumbled off in the opposite direction from Shylla's quarters in search of a door left open in welcome.
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