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((Ooc: the winner of this flight has NOT been pre-decided. I just thought it might be a little fun, and open things up to a little flight related chaos. Anyone with a male dragon is invited to join in. B'tar Doesn't get much of a say in Veriath's choice.
I still need to fix her cert though. I goofed with it.

Winners will be decided at a later point as fairly as possible, though if you absolutely don't want to win, just chase, let me know.))

Veriath's choice to go into flight lacked the raw, primal savagery that the younger Hannyath's had, but in her own right, she was no less intense for it. Building up to it she had been fussing for days, flaunting and flirting with any dragon that caught her eye.
When she lept into the air from her ledge, it wasn't to blood, feeding would only slow her down, even blooding. Besides, blooding was for -queens-. She didn't need to be a queen, she was both magnificent and care free. Leave the responsibilities of clutches to the golds.
She made a quick circle over the weyr bowl, eyes flashing with lust as she waited for others to take notice, then took off, waiting no longer than it took for the first dragons to spread their wings.

A certain brown dragon and his rider were lazing about as usual, taking advantage of the free time afforded them between wing training. With the Red Star's inevitable approach, training would only intensify, and the typically heedless A'kor was happy for any moment he could get. Laying in the shade of Lucieth's body on the ledge of their jungle-side weyr, the redhead drowsed happily.

Lucieth, however, had his attention directed elsewhere. He was restless, and while A'kor frolicked often with V'len, the man's reserved blue was no companion for Lucieth to frolick similarly with. The beast knew that A'kor hardly minded if he took interest in a green here or there, and there was one that had been particularly proddy lately, if Weyr tell was any indication, and her flirtaciousness certainly was.

Still, he was unprepared when Veriath suddenly took flight, but he was young and eager still, not put off by her flaunted agility. Mine, he nudged A'kor with his tail, as excited as a tiny weyrling about to be fed. I'm off.

"Wha huh?" A'kor lifted his head, blinking blearily as the brown suddenly got to his feet and leapt from the ledge, his eyes sparking purplish orange with agitation and mating lust. He flared his great wings and, with a few curt down-strokes, he was indeed off, soaring up above the rim of the Weyr and disappearing in his pursuit of Veriath, trumpeting as if he weren't just a mere brown.

"Fardles," A'kor muttered, laying back down for a moment, his eyes on the space where he last spotted his beast, feeling the overpowering instincts of his dragon slowly starting to worm their way into his thoughts, flooding him with a familiar, dragon-induced urgency that no strength of mere human will could suppress. Normally A'kor wouldn't mind. In fact, he tended to delight in it. But today?

"Today, Lucy? Really?" he grumbled, at length climbing to his feet and calling a weyr over to hop a lift to where the sharding green's rider was. He was trying to stay annoyed, he really was. But maybe it was all right if it was a hot chick; not that it would matter at all in the end, if Lucieth succeeded.

V'len, too, was dozing when the green began circling and the males began to ascend, hoping to catch the green. After a rough night of playing the Watchwher, the bluerider had just settled down a mere few hours previous to rest his eyes, his body weary from a few false alarms that had decided to present themselves. So when his blue decided to bugle a reply to Veriath's challenge, V'len didn't hesitate to groan, squeezing his eyes closed tighter and grumbling irritably at Garenth. The blue, of course, took no mind of his grouchy rider -- he, like Lucieth, had not gotten much attention.

Sitting up, the blonde watched as his blue took flight, wincing and groaning to himself. 'Please let it be a man,' he thought a little more fervently than he should have, the blonde's face obviously paling as he headed off to find the Green's weyr. It was not that he had anything against women -- no, they were beautiful creatures, to be certain, but they were much like dragons, in his opinion. To be looked at and admired, but he was not in any way attracted to them.

Cavaruth spread out his blue wings to find more air; knowing that by the sounds behind him there were others males just as interested in the flirty green. Rather than getting too far above he maintained a flight path that was just slightly over her previous path as he sought to catch up. With each stretching beat of the wings, he scooted just a little closer planning how to slide on in and snatch up the 'prize'. Noticing that she wasted no more time to pull other males to flight with her cries of passion, he knew that that at least one of them was bound to be lucky. While it never bothered him to lose, he had the confidence to take his chances with the best of competitors hoping his own skills would find him worthy of the lovely tease ahead.

Meanwhile, A'ras could only keep his thoughts with Cav trying not to think of outcomes or aftermaths. That connection was far more important than the prize Cavaruth aimed for. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting considering he made every effort to avoid 'flights' but sometimes things happened like today. However, whatever lie at the other end, he was a dragonrider first...and Cavaruth's life partner.

Skimming along, Cavaruth searched for his first opening to show her how serious he was about this union. He bugled after her with a message of his intentions - a little flirt and tease. Girls liked to be desired so he'd give her a bit of in flight 'romance'.

Iawanth's scrawny frame played to his advantage as he sped toward the green. Bellowing to her he beat his wings staying in stride with the other pursuers. Nothing existed but the chance, the challenge of catching a lovely green and the rush of just being in the moment. Flights were the only time the smaller blue did not feel like he had to do his duty to the Weyr, he did not worry about Thread or Search.

He wondered what maneuvers it would take to catch Veriath and claim her as his.

P'ree wandered enraptured with his blue's emotions and practically demanding that the blue win. He sent encouraging thoughts to the blue and was sent waves of excitement and thrill n return. "Where is the rider?" he spoke aloud wondering where the green's bonded was residing.

B'tar had made his way out to the bowl and was scanning the skies, watching the dragons in the air, blinking at the change in light from the interior of the weyr to the exterior, though his mind was largely following the flight. He could feel Veriath's enthusiasm, and her towering amusement at the trumpet of the exceedingly confident first blue, which seemed to have in mind that it would somehow be easy to catch her, as though her failure to call again were an indicator of weakness.
That thought alone made B'tar's mouth twitch in something of the smug amusement Veriath might have shown if her face had been capable of it.
The other blue had a certain degree of strategy, she had to admit, predicting one possible move... so she did her best to do the opposite, pumping her wings hard to go up, but also to slam on the metaphorical 'brakes' as she did so, giving her just enough slow down to make a steep turn in the air and change directions, whipping off on a new course that would be difficult to match for anything capable of less than the whirlwind speed of the greens. The dragons behind would be able to gain ground, and being further back, would catch up further, but well... it -was- supposed to be a challenge after all. For her and them.

‘ Cresth?’

Mella was confused. She had been running on the beach when she felt the now-familiar stirrings of lust from Cresth. She had found herself a fairly comfortable place and braced herself to be lost amongst her dragon’s emotions, and yet it didn’t happen. The lust remained, but it never grew, never came to overwhelm her. Curious, Mella left her position and hiked back to the Weyr, determined to figure out what was going on.

~*~

‘ Cresth?’

Mella’s voice floated through Cresth’s head, causing him to lift his bloody muzzle from the carcass he had been devouring. He raised his eyes to the sky and realized that the Green he had intended to chase had gotten away while he indulged in his meal. Giving a bugle of frustration - part of which was directed to himself - he spread his wings and took to the air.

‘ I must catch up.’

~*~

‘ I must catch up.’

That was the only warning Mella got before she was finally sucked into Cresth’s vortex of emotions. She staggered further into the Weyr, eyes trained on the sky, her mind obviously elsewhere.

~*~

Cresth pumped his wings furiously, slipping into the first updraft. He liked to eat, yes, but he also liked to chase. The he ate so much and allowed the Green to slip away irritated him and he was determined to catch up. He was small and his belly was full, but he was rested, and he was angry. He allowed his anger and frustration to course through his body, to lift his wings and sharpen his eyes. Spying the dragons ahead, he let out a trumpet; he was catching up.