It's no fun if there isn't a bit of blood. 'Chase her', you said, 'we'll catch her, we're awesome'. We're going to have a nice day anyway, you already know that. Alimanth snorted but fell back obligingly as to not enter the further bloodlust. He swirled in a barrel roll as gracefully as a block of bronze could and mentally cleared his throat. The bronze decided to be the suave ******** he knew himself to be and belted out a song, just for Zamanateth.
The skies are alive with the sound of blood lust~ The suitors they cry for gore. The SKIES are aliiiiiiive with the smell of ichor but Zamanateth, you deserve even more~
Not that he was about to go and gnaw at someone again.
Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:37 am
Bronze Tauvolanth Tooth and Claw, +5 points, +1 bonus from last round, +3 Wounds
Oh. Oh, now that wouldn't do at all.
While Tauvolanth was busy enjoying the air and the thrill of flight and the coppery scent of ichor as the other males tore each other up like lunatics, it seemed that a brown and a bronze had snuck past him to jostle for first place.
Get in there, you great sharding idiot! came the comment from the peanut gallery. Shut up, J'car, no one cares what you think. Tauvolanth knew exactly what he was doing.
Specifically, he did precisely what he'd been intending to do all along. He folded his wings and dove, a great heavy bullet made of bronze hide and solid dragon muscle, and he angled himself straight at Zamanateth. When he was just above her he snapped his wings out again, arresting his dive perfectly - although shards, he was going to feel that in the morning. The strain of pulling off such an audacious maneuver was something that a green would have been able to handle, perhaps, but all the muscles in Tauvolanth's wings hurt from the force of converting his downward momentum into forward momentum.
Ah - that was close, and nasty. Howlith snarled surprise, wings flared, angry and confused at the pain that coursed through him. He could feel it, could feel ichor already beginning to well on the parted flesh. The smell of it was everywhere - this was a bloodbath, what the shards was all this? But Merceth - Merceth had been close, and he was preparing for another charge, and this time Howlith was going to try and do the same. He squared his shoulder, arched his wings, and then dashed. Better to try and fail than not to try.
Howlith - what are you doing!? L'iv's voice flared in his head, alive with rage and bewilderment - was it his lust, or hers doing the talking in that cold fury? Howlith didn't know, but L'iv shrieked like Zamanateth in his head, words all but lost.
Sorry, Ma'am, but ******** off, he answered, tucking his wings, ignoring the slashes across his shoulder that ached as he twisted. This is what you wanted, isn't it?
Alia and Melangth Go home or go for the jugular [ +5pts +3 wounds (0 divereted) ]
Melangth put his head down, knuckling up against the larger dragons as he violently clawed for the front of the pack in a last effort to show his prowess. He was not so damaged or bloodied as some of the other males, but it was easy to see that he was not a front runner in this race. he said, not sounding particularly affected by the fact that he was lagging behind most of the other suitors. After all, there was blood beneath his teeth and claws. Most of it from bronzes. He had gotten what he wanted. Alia concurred, her disspointment more routed in her scientific hope for a repeat performance on the blue/gold clutch.
Zamanateth shrieked her delight as they rushed towards her. Two, Howlith and Solzeth, clawed their way so close to victory, but too soon they had to ground. A shame, yes. But she'd make sure Ai remembered them for next time. she crowed, easily out of his reach.
Tauvdanth and Malcarreth were surprises, diving down from above and weaving in from below. She admired their speed and their strength, and crooned her encouragement. They might catch her! They might catch her yet. They were smart, something Ai appreciated and, her mind in Zamanateth's now, something Zam could sorta get.
Damith, too, was close at hand. And Merceth... Her burning eyes turned to him, He was strong, he was fast, he was powerful. She wanted him...
She wanted all of them, they were all so strong, so handsome, so bloodied. For her. But she had to choose. She had to.
And then Alimanth sang, distracting her temporarily. What was he doing, singing? She turned her attention back to her males and...
Merceth was close, had come closer in her distraction. He nearly had caught her, he was nearly there. She chose. She linked talons with him, crooning.
Alimanth Pts: 2 Wounds:1 → Caused a 1d4 randomization because THE POWER OF SONG
Damith Pts: 11 Wounds: 4
Tauvdanth Pts: 10 Wounds: 3
Malcarreth Pts: 10 Wounds:4
Merceth pts: 12 Wounds: 4
Peregrinth pts: 1 Wounds: 0
Melangth pts: 5 Wounds: 3
Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 11:37 am
Brown Merceth Victorious!
What did you do? MERCETH WHAT THE SHARDS DID YOU DO?
Merceth barely even heard the horrified voice of his rider in the back of his head. It was drowned out by the low bass croon in his throat as the queen reached out to him. His talons entwined with hers, his neck with her neck, his tail with her tail. I am yours, Zamanateth. Let them learn to fear us.
