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Round 5 End

1st - Voracath – 73 = 58 + 14 + 1
2nd – Gereth – 71 = 67 - 5 + 7 + 2
3rd – Rievegeth – 65 = 52 + 13
4th – Orthoth – 58 = 36 + 19 + 2 + 1
5th – Gyafrith – 55 = 41 + 14
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Time was wearing thin. Her wing muscles had begun to ache, her lungs laboured. She no longer had the drive to twist, dive and climb. Still she was high enough and those left had proven they could keep up with her twists and turns. They had proven their power and their worth. True not any of them would do. She wouldn’t be happy with just any of them. She still had enough energy to last a little while longer. Calith wasn’t ready to be caught just yet. The choice would be hers, the gold never approved of being plucked out of the skies. Any male that tried to grab her would receive a firm strike to the face. The strongest would be chosen, but arrogance would not be tolerated in any form.

Throwing everything into her wings the gold dragon shot forward. The burst of speed would be unexpected at this late stage and would burn out her remaining energy, but they were here to be tested. If they had not had the forethought to keep back some energy for a last ditch sprint then more fool them. There was only one more thing Calith could think of to test her prospective mates. Only one more task she could set them. It would be hard on them in this late stage, their wings would be tired and difficult manouvers would be taxing, but if they wanted to earn the privilege of siring her young then they had to do more than simply fly. Snaking her head back around, she looked back at the five males chasing her. Voracath and Gereth so close together. Rievegeth not too far behind. Orthoth and Gyrafrith bringing up the rear. She uttered only two words to them. The only words she had spoken during the entire flight.

Impress me.

(That part about premature catching is true by the way. Any male that attempts to grab Calith this round, even if he is in the lead, will suffer a -5 from his total score on account of her smacking him in the face.)

Round 6 Begin
Final Round

Calith's bonus for this round is 4

Trick round!
Calith’s looking to be impressed. Put on your best trick. Dragons have to be rped as doing a trick to be able to do this roll. Quality tricks may be awarded extra points if it’s really daring.
Roll a second dice. The nearer to ten, the higher the score!
10 - Perfect score! 10 points
9 or 11 - 9 points
8 or 12 - 8 points
7 or 13 - 7 points
6 or 14 - 6 points
5 or 15 - 5 points
4 or 16 - 4 points
3 or 17 - 3 points
2 or 18 - 2 points
1 or 19 - 1 point
20 - Complete failure - 0 points

Voracath

Impress her? Impress her?! Was not the fact that he was in the lead, and had bloodied his only real competitor not enough for her? Vorcath snapped his teeth even as he strained his wings to keep his short lead. What did he care of her entertainment?! This was a flight not a harper's play! She should already be impressed by him!

With another growl Voracath twisted his wings, bringing himself close enough to kick out again at Gereth. The bronze was still too close for comfort and if Voracath must spend the last of his energies trying to impress Calith than he was sure going to get one last lick in while he could. Gereth would remember this day! Voracath would leave his loss written in his own hide!

Voracath was not a fancy flier. The one thing the smaller brown had for him though was persistance. Didn't matter what his 'prey' was. When his ire was up there was nothing that would stop this voracious dragon. With a thrust of his wings Voracath shot up into the air, higher than even the gold had gone. With his wings burning he reached the peak of his climb and stopped, motionless for the briefest of moments before dropping back down, wings tucked and barely shifting, his tail working as a rudder to spin him as he dove, a dark blur, shooting down past Calith before his wings snapped open with a painful sounding crack, arcing him out of his dive and using the momentum to once again bring him back up to her cruising height. Never once did he reach a claw for her as he shot around but now, aching and spent, it was obvious he was flying straight for her and his flight would end either with her choosing him or him dropping out of the skies.

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Distance: 73 + 5 + 9 = 87

((First dice distance, second dice attack, third dice trick))

Of course.

Gereth's simple answer was filled with confidence. While the gold may not have felt the same affection for him as he did her, he firmly believed Calith was his. No upstart brown was going to take her from him! Despite his wounds, the bronze hastened to soar above the others; and suddenly dove, making several sharp turns. He sped up, spiralling in the air, hoping to catch Calith's attention. Hoping he could make her see he was the best of all the dragons present. The only dragon worthy of her attention.

The bronze stopped only a moment, upon being attacked. He turned to bugle at Voracath in rage. Calith was his! Why did this brown insist on attacking him?

(Distance, attempt to dodge, trick: apologies for order error).

((Fixed the tally error, Magna, thanks for pointing it out.))

Round 6 End

Trick scores:
Originality
1st – Orthoth +2
2nd – Rievegeth +1

Effort
1st – Voracath + 2
2nd – Gereth + 1

Flair
1st – Voracath +2
2nd – Orthoth +1

Final Scores
1st - Voracath – 91 = 73 + 5 + 9 + 2 + 2
1st – Gereth – 91 = 71 + 14 + 5 + 1
2nd – Rievegeth – 87 = 65 + 16 + 5 + 1
3rd – Orthoth – 80 = 58 + 13 + 6 + 2 + 1
4th – Gyafrith – 79 = 55 + 18 + 6
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This was it, her choice had to be made now. They had all flown well, outclassing the others that had given chase. It was admirable, it truly was. Sadly she could choose only one. Calith looked back and her gaze settled on Gyafrith at the back of the pack. Brave little blue, he had been there since the start and fought so very hard. He was a prize, that was to be sure, but not for her. Not today. Perhaps he would join her in the skies again one day and prove his worth once more. His darts and rolls were certainly amusing to behold, but they could not win him this flight.

Then there was Orthoth, the gold crooned softly to the older male. His singing had been lovely and it had set him apart from the others. He must visit her sometime. Calith however needed to bear strong young and his voice could not help her with that. The bronze had done well to last this long against competitors far younger than himself, experience had rivalled youth. In this battle however it looked like youth was set to win.

Ahead once more was Rivegeth. His trick had been an interesting one, certainly a risk to throw himself backwards, but he had made up the distance and that was impressive. He had been rather quiet this flight. Arriving late and not really making much of a name for himself. Calith had to admire the strength that had him chasing at the tails of the larger males and it was impressive to have had two blues last to the end of her flight this time around. Alas there would be no upheaval of tradition to have a blue win a gold flight today.

That left her two frontrunners. They had been so close for so long. Each one having a moment to be ahead of the other before it was snatched back. Truly they had both flown well. Gereth, her usual mate, showing why he had been her mate all these turns; and Voracath doing browns proud by holding at the front of the pack so well. The two were the same distance from her and Calith knew it had come time to decide between them. It was a hard choice, that much was certain. At the back of her mind she could feel her rider trying to push her towards Gereth. He had flown hard enough, hadn’t he? He was at the front and here at the end, what more did she want? Yet still Calith hesitated. She glanced at the two males and saw the marks on their hides. Voracath had laid more hits on Gereth and had the brown not flown it was obvious that Gereth would have been far in the lead by this point.

Still, what did that say of Gereth? True, had Voracath not attacked he would have flown better. Yet that meant the brown had the strength to hinder the strongest bronze in the Weyr. Gereth had struck Voracath and still the brown held with him, yet Gereth had not seen fit to drive him out. There was something in Voracath’s aggressive pursuit that intrigued her. He had fought more literally than the others, striking out at his competitors. For a moment her mind turned to the Weyr as a whole. Voracath had fight in him, a will that didn’t shrink back when larger dragons would challenge him, but instead fought back against them. Refused to be dominated.

Her decision made Calith twisted sideways, angling herself toward her chosen suitor. A deep hum rumbled in her throat as she looked at the male.

You have flown well today, Voracath.

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Congrats, you win the raffle prize with bronze Orthoth; a custom firelizard of any colour. Same stuff applies for this one as the one in the post above.

Sure thing, Dizzy.



Congrats Dea, the raffle prize has been passed to you. Which gives you a fully custom firelizard of any colour.