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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:20 am
Rping the Flight
Ok guys. The best way of Rping a flight (That I've encountered through my years as a BoD member at a Pern site) is to let EVERYONE post before you post your next reply. A list of all those participating is below so you know who to look for. After I am positive everyone has posted I'll post Ariath's next move and a new round of RPing can begin. Please don't think you have to go in a specific order each time. Just post when you can post. I just want to make sure each participant gets a post in each round.
If for some reason you know you won't be able to post the upcoming round please state that in your previous post or PM me so that I can make a note of it for the others.
It is upon your own accord when you want your dragon to drop out of the flight. The person chosen to be Weyrleader will be conversing with me closer to the end of the flight so that everything is uniform.
If you wish for your dragon to make a move to catch Ariath that is fine, but please take in note that another dragon may try to stop you and that Ariath will dodge or do something so as not to be caught.
You CAN RP your dragon blocking other dragons from Ariath and so-forth and the blocked dragon(s) MUST react in the appropriate fashion, but I don't want any God-Moding. If I see any God-moding I will take the liberty to adjust the post myself or PM the person to change it.
Also in my posts I'll do a quick re-cap of what happened in the last round. (for those to lazy to read and to help me organize my own post) This way, should someone miss something a long the lines it will all be covered.
Non-Participants
Feel free to react to anything you wish but do realize that you will not be counted in the rounds of people being waited on for posting so whatever you post will not be placed in the re-cap either since that is mainly just for flight participants.
I believe that is everything but should something arise I'll place a large heading that state UPDATE in red with the new info for you all.
List of those chasing:
Siventh, K'rel's brown
Basarith, V'lyrn's bronze
Tallith, L'cian's brown
Zanylith, Z'van's bronze
Feronamth, C'tari's bronze
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 5:50 am
The day had only just begun and the young Weyrwoman was just arousing from a fitful night's sleep. Ariath had been particularly agitated last night and woke several times eyes burning with lust. It was only a matter of time till the young queen took flight.
Walking into her bathing room Ephia set upon preparing for the days trials while Ariath slept peacefully on her ledge, basking in the little sunlight that was peeking over the horizon. After washing up, Ephia carefully seperated her ebony locks into threww sections and braided them, ending the long twist with a piece of ribbon. The day was already promising to be quite warm and the single braid would allow more air flow around her neck to help her keep cool. Leaving her wash room she walked into her sleeping area and grabbed her riding garments and slipped into her pants and loose long sleeved shirt. The gowns would be much too stuffy.
Ariath has begun to arouse and Ephia could tell right away that something was not right with her queen. Lacing up the front of her shirt she walked out onto her lifemate's ledge to see what was wrong but she had barely taken two steps out to her queen when a rush of lust and desire spread through her and Ariath rose bugling for all the Weyr to hear before launching off towards the herdbeast corral.
The queen allowed another call the fill the air around the Weyr letting everyone know it was HER time and no one elses. Flying over the clusters of herdbeasts she let little time pass before diving and snatching up creature and carrying it to one of the surrounding ledges, ready to devour the poor beast.
Ephia could barely sort through the emotions that were suffocating her but as another bugle from her queen reached her ears she managed to siwm to the surface of the tidal wave of emotions and quickly tried to recall what she had been told about mating flights. Remembering this stuff when actually a member of the flight was quite difficult but she could feel her queens desire to tear the beast apart but that would only slow her in the flight.
~No! Blood only!~ Ephia commanded her queen, something she rarely ever does but this was a necessity.
Ariath voiced her anger at the command and moved to ignore it but was quickly stopped but yet another command with more determination behind it.
~Only Blood!! Drink only it's blood!~
Ariath stood over her kill undecisive for a moment before once agian turning to eat the heardbeasts innards but Ephia would not have it.
~BLOOD! Only Blood!~
That had finally did it. Ariath turned tot he herdbeasts neck and quickly sank her fangs into it. As the blood was sucked from the carcass Ariath's hide began to glow even brighter, but she wasn't through yet. Once the beast was dry she turned and dove again killing yet another herdbeast. Ephia needed a little less prodding to get her queen to blood but it was still a daunting task.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:42 am
In the early hours of the day, Siventh awoke, shifting restlessly upon his 'bed'. Almost immediately he fell still, remembering the rider curled up between his forelegs. The brown raised his head to c**k an eye at K'rel, who simply yawned and rolled over before drifting back to sleep. Reassured, he turned his head towards the ledge and the bowl beyond, viewing what he could from the awkward position. Which was not much; the ledge was high, and the predawn haze didn't allow for much sight.
The brown rumbled sulkily, only to fall silent at the squeal of a herdbeast from the feeding grounds. Another squeal soon followed, soon answered by the triumphant, if quiet, bugle of a bronze. A second bronze echoed the call, and the herdbeasts could be heard stampeeding from one end of their pasture to another. Siventh tensed. The bronzes were blooding; the queen would rise.
Completely disregarding the rider curled up against him, Siventh rose to his feet and paced for the ledge, stretching his wings as well as he could in the confined space before completely opening them once he reached open air. K'rel rolled into the hollow usually filled by his dragon when Siv departed, groggily opening his eyes to stare after the brown. "Where ya goin'?"
"The bronzes are blooding their kills," Siventh announced from the ledge, hints of purple and orange rising in his normally blue-green eyes. When his words meant nothing to the still-half-asleep K'rel, the brown continued. "The queen will rise."
For a moment K'rel seemed startled, but then he laughed and stretched out along the warm rock where Siventh had slept, reclosing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. "You're not going to chase her, Siv. Let alone catch her."
"Why not?"
Reopening one eye, K'rel shot a glare towards his brown. "I have no desire to be Weyrleader, thank you."
"Recluse."
"Show off."
"Why not?" Siventh repeated, head turning towards the feeding grounds.
Rolling his eyes, K'rel sat up and swung around to sit on the edge of the 'bed'. For a while he simply stared at the brown on the ledge, but after a time he rose to his feet and started towards Siv. "We can't be Weyrleaders, Siv. We're a brown and rider. We've made it to Wingsecond, we can't hope for more. As good as you think you are, you couldn't keep up with those bronzes for long..."
The brown turned his head to fix one purple eye on his rider, rumbling sadly in consent. However, almost immediately he whirled back around and spread his wings, beating them once before diving for the grounds. "That's what you think." Trumpeting a low greeting, more of a challenge, to the bronzes already there, Siventh descended on the feeding grounds. He carefully selected a herdbeast, then dove and caught it, cracking the beast's neck as he carried it back to a ledge. Safer to be away when the queen arrived.
K'rel was just beginning to think Siventh was actually going to listen to him when the brown doves for the grounds. Cursing under his breath, the Wingsecond retreated back into his quarters for a quick bath. He had only seen two bronzes on the grounds, which meant he still had a short time before the actual flight... But even as he thought that, he heard queen Ariath's bugled challenge.
Still fuming, K'rel stepped into the bathing room, barely taking the time to strip off his clothes before slipping into the warm pool. He ducked beneath the surface, one hand groping blindly around the edge for his bag of sweetsand. Upon finding it, he resurfaced and scooped out a generous handful, quickly applying it to hair and body. Another loud bugle from the bowl spurred his movements, and he quickly ducked beneath the surface once more, washing away the suds and jumping back out to redress. The suds drained away, leaving the water clear once more.
Meanwhile, Siventh had finished off his second buck and retreated to one of the lower ledges, eyes whirling purple with lust and anticipation. He trumpeted a reply to Ariath's challenge, watching as the gold descended on the feeding ground once, then twice, eyes following her every motion...
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 4:09 pm
"Shards," V'lyrn snarled as he nearly dropped a steaming mug of klah into his lap, startled by the sudden bellow from outside his weyr, coming from his bronze. "Could you do that a little louder next time, Basarith?"
The bronze's head slid briefly into view through the entrance to the sunning ledge, eyes whirling purples and reds, nostrils flaring slightly. The queen is rising, he said simply, his tone edging to that of lust as opposed to his normal complacent timbre. Talons scratched obscenely across the stone of the ledge as the large dragon paced, wings half unfurled and twitching as though he was ready to launch himself into the open air.
The Wingleader cursed under his breath, mostly at his stupidity and shoved his chair away from the split klah. He had known by his bond's offhanded comments lately that this was coming; he had meant to take the bronze away so perhaps he wouldn't be roped into a mating flight he wanted nothing to do with. He was already of high ranking among the wings...Weyrleaders carried too much baggage for the aging rider.
"Basa, lets go to the la-" he started to say, as he rose to grab his riding jacket, but found himself watching as his bronze took to the air, another bugle of challenge vibrating the air as he headed for the hunting grounds. V'lyrn could only finish his sentence with a well pronouced "Shards!" before turning and darting from his weyr, intent on following his bronze. Already the dragon's lust was being to spill into his bond's own emotions, starting to cloud the rider's usually calm and collected thoughts. His hurried walk turned almost into an all out-run as he left the confines of the stone building.
Basarith bellowed a third time before falling upon a helpless herdbeast, rendering it messily with his talons before hissing violently at the males in close proximity. He'd show them all! The herdbeast was plucked from the ground and carried to the bowl's ledge where he drank the blood fervently.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 1:31 am
The water was soothing to say the least, and after a hard day's work was welcomed eagerly by the tired Wingsecond. His grey eyes had fallen closed shortly after entering the warm envelope of the bathing pool and his rhythmic breathing suggested he was more than just resting his eyes.
Things in the Weyr had been a lot busier than usual, people dashing about like headless wherries. The dragons too had changed in demeanour, obviously noticing the increasing gold shine of their queen. Just because it was only the bronzes who flew the gold didn't seem to effect the others' excitement. He had been given regular updates on her health by Tallith at every available moment, and it was quite obvious he was not going to let go of his "crush" anytime soon.
A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he shifted drowsily, opening his eyes a little to gaze up at the rocky ceiling above him. It was a strange fact that his brown never really did take much interest in greens. Truth be told in all the twelve turns of life his dragon had taken interest in no more than four greens.
L'cian decided that this was most likely his own fault, his craving for ambition had reached his dragon and had made him the same as him - perhaps even worse. His brown would never be as virile and lustful as a bronze, but it only meant that he preferred one dragon over the others for a lengthy amount of time.
The brown rider realised this could also have been his fault, for he had never been the one to like attention from too many people. He also found it difficult to make friends with others who he would consider weyrmates. For the first time since the Impression L'cian was aware of just how much the brown had adapted to make him happy. This once again proved his point that if someone had a dragon as a friend then they needed no other.
His dragon's sudden bellow dragged the rider from his half-awake state. Jumping up from his slumped position he cracked the top of his head against the low sloping ceiling and cursed.
"What was that for?" He demanded through teeth gritted from pain.
Rubbing furiously at the bump he was sure to get, he nudged back the curtain with one hand and entered his own quarters, pausing beside his bed to get dressed.
Ariath, she shines!
The rider paused and turned his head to blink in a confused manner, his head tilting to the side in silent question. "Of course she does you silly beast, she's nearly ready to rise, I would have thought you knew that as much as the bronzes." He joked, tugging the loose shirt over his head.
She shines more brilliantly than before, she rises to mate!
It was then that the rider noticed the purple tinge to his dragon's eyes and he cursed again, "Shells! Tallith don't you go getting any ideas." It definitely wasn't hard to imagine what his dragon was thinking of at that particular moment.
Why not?
"We've had this conversation before, remember?" L'cian began feebly, sighing at the slight tilt of the dragon's head. Obviously any trace of that conversation had been conveniently wiped from Tallith's mind.
The dragon suddenly tensed, stretching out his wings and craning back his head to the ledge of their weyr. Siventh goes. He said in such a manner that it reminded L'cian of a child who was being denied something he had been waiting for all his life.
With a dejected sigh, L'cian turned to finish dressing knowing how stubborn his dragon was and realising that he would lose this battle. It didn't take too long before the bellows of the bronzes could be heard as they chased down a herdbeast of their own.
Knowing it wouldn't be too long before his dragon was completely enticed into the flight, he knew he had to hurry. The brown was getting impatient, his large form had shifted so he was standing on the very verge of the ledge, his great eyes focused on the bowl before him.
"Think you can give me a lift?" The rider beamed, it was his one duty in life to make his dragon happy, and if this would do so then who was he to stop him? The dragon gave a loud rumble deep in his chest, and before L'cian could say anything had scooped him up in his front claws, having no patience to wait any longer than was necessary.
"Hey-" His protest was cut off as the dragon leapt from the ledge, spreading his colossal wings so that they could sore gracefully down to the bowl. The brown circled it once, setting L'cian down with the small collection of people before letting the lust begin to grow in his mind and body. His rider was safe and finally he could let what comes natural to any male dragon during a flight - whether it be green or gold.
With a loud bugle of challenge, the dragon launched himself once more, diving straight towards the bowl, talons outstretched and ready to catch and blood his kill.
It didn't take him long before he had snatched at the hind legs of a terrified animal, sending it reeling across the ground, it?s eyes wild with fright. Tallith was on it before the creature realised, snapping it's weak little neck and sucking greedily at it's vulnerable throat.
Only when he heard Ariath's brassy scream of anger did he leave the bowl, flying up to wait beside the rest, purple eyes focusing on the brilliant queen as she attacked again and again, waiting for the moment she would throw down the last beast and rise up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:19 pm
That impatient feeling swept over Z'van once more as he finished the last dregs of his klah. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't his own impatience, but Zanylith's flooding his system, and he immediately wondered what was making his friend so moody.
Ariath is blooding her kill, and you sit drinking klah in the kitchens...
Startled, Z'van dropped his mug, the bottom chipping as it bounced on the low wooden table. What? You mean right now? Why didn't you tell me sooner you great lizard?! He stood, banging his knees on the table, and cursing under his breath jogged out of the dining hall and into the early-morning sunlight. Squinting against the glare, he took the steps two at a time, making his way up to the highest platform accessible without the aide of a dragon. Where are you?
A lusty bugle sounded from the feeding grounds, and Zanilyth returned the challenge, the deep sound reverberating off the rock walls. She rises soon, I will not wait any longer. I go!
Wait! Shards and crackdust! Z'van scowled and watched as his mount launched himself from the ridge he had been lying on, waiting for the dawn's first light to warm him. The rider stared off in the direction the bronze had taken, and watched as fell like a rock from the sky, bowling over a large herdbeast and blooding it where it fell, before springing from his crouch onto another fat buck. Shaking his head, Z'van gave in to his bronze companion's want, letting Zanylith's thoughts dominate his own.
Zanylith bellowed again, maw glistening with slick blood. It will be a good flight...
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 9:16 pm
The first bugle didn't startle T'bell. He was quite amused, sitting on the edge of the bath and running a brush through his wet and tangled hair. His blue flitt, Zephyr, had seen fit to join him in his cleaning ritual. From the splashings and chrips coming from the water the flitt still had yet to grow tired of his aquatic experience. T'bell was only too happy to watch his quirky companion.
Love...? Liliath's voice was soft in his mind. He tilted his head, squeezing water out of his hair and back into the bathing pool.
"Yes?" He replied, begining the task of brainding his hair. "I suppose I look like a wherry, but Zeph is playing dolphin."
Not that. She replied. In her weyr she padded to the opening, looking out just covered by the shadows. Her eyes were a mixture of blue and violet as she watched the bronzes and browns arrive.
"What is it then?" The rider stood, winding the tie around his braid and pushing aside the curtain that seperated the weyr from the pool. Another bugle sounded, followed by more, and caused him to pause. "What's going on?"
Liliath turned her head to him, regarding him for a moment. Ariath rises. She turned her head back to the opening of the cave, watching intently. I will rise.
The realization made his skin freeze, even in the southern air. "You can't rise Liliath!" Images of horrible fights between dragons who had deigned to rise at the same time played through his mind and caused Zephyr to squeak in distress and flutter out to his shoulder. "Liliath, she will kill you!"
I know. The green didn't bother to look at him again, simple rustled her wings on her back. I will rise when she has finished.
"Finished?" By this time T'bell had made his way to her head, putting a hand on her nose as if to stop her. Her eyes still followed the dragons in the bowl despite her riders' attempts. "You can't rise after!"
I will rise when she has claimed her mate. She stated simply, She cannot fly two. They will be busy, and I will have a bronze or brown.
The alarm quieted in the young rider for only a moment before it rushed back. "You can't mate Liliath!"
I am capable. She rumbled an indigant snort. I have not gotten complaints.
"No, not-!" He clenched his teeth, looking frantically down at the bronzes in the bowl. "Not that! If you mate, then I mate, and I do not want to mate!"
It is fun. She lifted her head out of his reach and peered curiously at the events.
"Liliath!" His objection fell on deaf ears and he ducked under her serpantine neck, quickly fetching his riding jacket. "We are going North, Liliath."
You are silly. I will not leave, and a flitt cannot take you between. She shifted her weight and bumped her tail against his legs. I will rise.
"You will not!" He pulled her tail desperatly, attempting to get her back in the weyr. Flute appeared in a flurry and trilled her excitement. For a brief moment he feared she too would rise before the memory that she was only a bit more than a hatchling sank in. Liliath seemed to have no reaction to the tail pulling, and so he slipped around to her front, pushing against her chest. "Liliath, no! No!"
They are not blues. She rumbled, eyes brightly violet, I will nise rise to a blue. You are sad.
"How could you mention that now?!" He grit his teeth and bit his lip from frustration. "I am not leaving here. You can rise all you want, but I am not leaving."
I will rise, you will live. She bumped his shoulder with her snout. The message was almost slightly apologetic. I have told the beasts to stay in their room.
T'bell quite nearly pushed her head away but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Liliath..." He crossed his arms, glancing to the wher's room, or the 'beasts' as Liliath had called them. They may have been able to help, but they would not go against her word now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 8:29 am
Re-cap:
- Ariath has risen and began blooding her kill after voicing her challenge to the males of the Weyr.
- Siventh, Basarith, Tallith, and Zanylith rose to Ariath's challenge and blooded.
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Ariath had proceeded to take down 3 more herdbeasts, each one becoming easier for Ephia to direct her queen to blood the kill, but after the mental struggle was over Ephia lost herself completely to Ariath's lustful emotions and found herself looking through the eyes of her queen. Everything her lifemate felt or did was relayed through Ephia's mind as she stood within her weyr, competely oblivious to everything or anyone around her.
After finishing her last kill Ariath flung her head to the heavens and voiced yet another challenge to the surrounding males before opening her wings to full wingspan and leaping from the ledge. The thin hide that spanned from each joint of her wings caught the thermals the drifted upwards in large capacities from the already warming ground, lifting the mighty queen higher into the air as her shining hide caught the early sunlight warming her entire body.
Barely craning her neck to look behind her the sight for four dragon bodies in pursuit were in view. This only drove Ariath to beat her wings several more time to fly as hard, fast and long as she possibly could, so only the most deserving would rightfully win her. She would not allow her future dragonets to be sired by the unworthy and weak.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 12:41 pm
Lying upside down in her bed, Adelaide snored loudly, one leg draped over her small headboard. The day had started early, and finding nothing else to do, the young dragonrider had decided to take a nice nap... for three hours. It was only when she began to feel a growing headache that her eyes actually flickered open; a stray hand wiped drool from the corner of her mouth.
Across the room, Dazuth was sitting upright, head craned upwards towards the sky opening. He had an odd shuffle about him, something that the generally calm dragon never possessed. And his own eagerness was giving his Bonded a headache.
Daz, what are you so worked up about? You're giving me a-- The sound of another bugle filled her ears, and immediately, Adelaide had answered her own question. She's the Queen, Daz. You--
I know. The low, cool voice of her great blue dragon slipped into her mind as it always did, knowing each and every crevice. I am not worthy of a Gold. I could never keep up with the others.
And I would rather lose my arms than have a mate. Adelaide was quiet for a moment, realizing how insensitive she had been towards her lifemate's delicate position. Would you like to go watch? Already, she began to put on her riding gear.
Dazuth exhaled through his nostrils, sending a few papers sailing. It would be the polite thing to do, to show honor to the Queen and her future mate. But it would be hard for him. Dazuth was eight turns old now; he was burning under the skin, but he masked it well.
And Adelaide herself was 21 turns, but she was under quite a different set of circumstances. Knowing that the Queen's flight was taking place gave her the creeps; she was immature, too immature for any kind of relationship. Or was she just scared? Nonetheless, she was willing to humor her dragon, and taking flight, they entered the space where Ariath flew overhead, landing a very safe distance away from the other male dragons.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 1:30 pm
The brown lowered his head, leaning forwards from where he was perched on the edge of the rim, head tilted to one side so that he could watch the golden queen feast upon the throats of the herdbeasts. He saw not the blood that pooled the dead creature's throat nor the great golden jaws that now dripped with the crimson fluid. He simply admired her strength, and her hunger to feed and the way her body seemed to glow with a luminescence that out shone even the sun.
The purple tinge in his eyes increased, his large orbs whirling with sheer lust for the golden beauty not too far away from him. It took all his strength not to call out to her and bugle his emotions to the sky. No green had ever made him feel quite like this, that was for sure.
L'cian too, was being swept away in the sudden increase of his dragon's emotions, deciding it was futile to fight against them when they felt this strong. It was only then that it truly hit him; his brown was trying to fly a queen! He would have believed this was a dream if it hadn't been for the swell of emotions that swept through his own body at that particular moment.
Ariath's bugled challenge rang deafeningly in his ears as he felt himself becoming consumed by the lust of his dragon, both minds merging into one.
The queen spread her pinions, the great wingspan exceeding even the largest bronze - if only by a meter - her slender form would suit well in a flight, making her more agile than a more bulkier queen would be. Yes Tallith knew she would be the hardest challenge he had come across yet and he wanted to meet it, rise to overcome the greatest of hurdles.
With an answering bellow the brown watched as the queen leapt upwards, wing-membrane arching as they caught the warm thermals which aided her ascent.
In that moment the brown dragon forgot everything, he forgot the Weyr, he forgot the wingless ones, the other competitors and the rest of the observers as the queen took to the sky. Follow! That's what he had to do, follow and be cunning! He could outwit bronzes as easy as breaking the neck of a furry, he was sure of it!
He lowered his great form and leapt, colossal wings spreading wide to embrace the sky, welcoming it with an incredible and powerful thrust of his wings. The muscles in his neck and legs tensed as he forced himself upwards, searching for the help of thermals and relaxing a little as he found them, their warm caress adding to his growing desire.
His eyes burned an incredible purple, a colour that rarely touched his usually placid orbs, yet now they seemed to blaze with an incredible fire, one that would only die down once he had captured his prize.
The great brown glanced up just in time to see the golden queen snake her head round to view her pursuers and this heightened his determination to a whole new level. Yet even as his enthusiasm grew he noticed that the gold seemed to increase her speed, making sure to keep well out of reach. Yes she was as strong as he had believed, perhaps even more so, and he knew the challenge he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 1:29 pm
C'tari sat on the soft sands watching the waves crash on the shore. He had disappeared early that morning before the sun had risen. Slipped away without a soul noticing. He liked it that way. Though his reclusive ways sometimes got lonely, it meant getting out of a lot of things he didn't really want to do.
Feronamth had been edgy all morning and instead of taking his normal ocean swim was simply pacing up and down the beach.
Why don't you relax a minute Feronamth, no one knows we're gone, and they won't miss us.
We should go back now. Feronamth snorted.
Why? So they can put me to work? I'll just sit and relax a bit longer.
We never should have left this morning, we must get back. Feronamth's voice became urgent, worried.
Is something wrong at the weyr?
We need to go NOW! Feronamth hissed, his eyes whirling red and orange.
C'tari scrambled to his mount and barely had his straps in place when Feronamth launched into the air and went between without warning.
They appeared suddenly over Rias weyr, C'tari cussing his disbelief at his dragons unthinking maneuver, when he saw what had been distressing Feronamth so. Ariath was in the air, blood splattered her golden face, and they were late.
Feronamth bugled, half in challenge to the gold who had already taken flight, and half in distress, he had missed the blooding.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2005 4:03 pm
On the ground, V'lyrn stumbled in his running as his dragon took over, the burning desire from him cancelling out all reason and control. He had to find the Queen's rider. That was where he should be...not in the hallways of Weyr. The rider turned willingly towards his new goal. Already his vision was flashing now to that of his dragon's own sight.
The bronze blooded greedily, eyes whirling all tones of red, orange, and purple as he surveyed the other males as they arrived. Each was greeted with a throaty hiss and parted jaws before they were again snapped tight to the neck of the herdbeast in his clutches. Puny bronzes! He would show them, and so he told them as he bugled challenge for what might have been the fifth time. His head snaked around then, catching sight of the brown and his eyes whirled faster as he hissed a challenge. Surely that brown was wasting his time.
A flash of gold caught Basarith's attention again as the queen spread her wings and took flight. Basarith launched from the rock ledge as soon as the great queen's golden wings had caught the warm air, talons scrapping harshly with his haste to follow. The blood on his muzzle was forgotten, the scent only fueling his lust for the golden form so many dragonlengths away. Wings pumped feverishly as he strained to gain altitude before the others could, focused on nothing but his goal.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 4:30 am
As the great gold continued to feed, K'rel did his best to fight off his dragon's rising emotions, desperately trying to hold control at least until he could reach the Weyrwoman's quarters. It wasn't working. His thoughts swimming, the Wingsecond somehow managed to redress and staggered off towards the queen's weyr. Before he was half way there, Siventh took over.
The brown dragon bellowed an answering challenge to both queen and bronze, rearing back on his hind legs. With a powerful kick, he took to the air, wings beating once, then twice to pull him into the air before settling into a more natural rythm. The rising thermals caught his wings, propelling him upward after the golden beauty he so desired.
Siventh's normally calm eyes were now a brilliant purple, standing out boldly against his dark hide, which only seemed to grow darker to the glow of the dragons around him. Rather than glow, the dark brown seemed to soak the light from the area, only for it to escape through his flashing purple gaze.
Another bugled challenge tore itself from Siventh's maw when his queen looked back, wings beating even as hers did to speed him after her. Ariath's moves were guided by pride, Siventh's by lust; the brown considered the later the more powerful.
With a final low trumpet, he fell silent. Undoubtably this flight would be the most challenging of his life; he needed to conserve his energy while all were equal. He would not lose this queen.[
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 8:17 am
Z'van clutched at the rough stone for support as his mind twined with his dragon's and he forgot all sense of self. The great bronze's eyes flashed and whirled with lust, and with one last bugled, he launched himself upwards from the ground, massive wings unfurling and making that first crucial downbeat. Bawling herdbeasts ran every-which-way as dragon shadows flitted over the feeding grounds.
The morning sun heated the ground beneath Zanilyth's body quickly, lending thermals to his beating wings and propelling him higher in pursuit of the gold who seemed allready almost out of reach, and gaining speed.
Ariath snaked her head back to look at her followers, and Zanilyth chuffed, stretching his body out, reaching towards his goal, his whole body thrumming with the excitement and raw lust of the flight. The great bronze body slid effortlessly from thermal to thermal, rising higher in the clear moring air, adding his wingbeats to the lifts of hot air, pushing faster, gaining on the small knot of dragons in the air before him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 4:48 am
Round 1 Recap:
-Ariath has taken to the air and picked up a bit of speed after taking a look at her pursuers
- Zanilyth, Siventh, Basarith, and Tallith are in hot pursuit, all claiming Ariath is 'theirs'. wink
- C'tari and Feronamth were enjoying a day alone but Feronamth demanded they return to the Weyr. Upon arrival they find they are late for the flight!
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With each warm thermal that caughther wings Ariath gradually moved upwards, all the while keeping up a fairly swift pace. She knew to waste all her energy now would be no good, she wanted those males to work for her. Opening jaw still marred with crimson another challenging call is emitted, ringing through the air around her and dancing around the males on her rear.
A low lying cloud up ahead caught Ariath's swirling purple eyes and with a few mighty beats of her wings she dissapeared into the misty whiteness to reappear on the other side. White mist from the accumulated water caught on her wingtips causing a string of moisture to appear, connecting her to the cloud before finally fading to nothing.
Turning on wingtip Ariath changed directions before riding on a thermal once again to drag her higher into the sky. The ground below zipped by her but she paid little attention to the landscape.
Ephia stood in the middle of her weyr, completely lost in her dragons mind, seeing everything that went by Ariath's eyes as the lust from her queen became the most predominant emotion. She wanted Ariath to fly high and strong, to make the browns and bronzes prove their worth for her. Only the most worthy would get her and Ariath.
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