The afternoon sun was leaning toward evening. Bright rays lanced through the skies from between a few clouds. On the surface the weyr appeared peaceful. Below the surface however, low rumbles like approaching thunder, more sensed than heard, heralded the approaching storm. It would be held off no longer.
Vosin jerked her head up from what she was working on. Her lips twitched as she sensed what was about to happen. Killakeeth would be pleased it was finally time for her flight. She pushed back from the table and headed out to the pens in anticipation of her dragon's arrival.
A deep bellow of a gold sounded over the weyr. 'I am ready!' The call was cast out as the scarred gold launched into the sky. The radiant sunlight flashing off her glowing hide. Killakeeth arrowed in toward the feeding pens. She landed heavily on a prime stallion of the herd. Though instinct had her wanting to eat, her rider's thoughts rang clear. Blood only! She hissed and latched onto the throat and drained the beast. A quick hop and another beast fell to the queen. Killakeeth raised her bloodied maw as her eyes flashed bright purples and reds as she viewed the males who'd gathered to chase her.
'Think you can catch me?! I don't think so.' Her voice rang with challenge and taunt. Killakeeth launched into the skies. Instead of immediately climbing though, she beat her wings fiercely to blast the males with gusts of wind. After calling a taunt she aimed her muzzle skyward. She wanted to be where the sun could flash off her hide.
Roll for: Toughness Numbers to Match: 9, 18, 2, 14, 8
Participants:
Blue Syriacuth (Rashel Kitsune) strength: 1d20 speed: 6d20 toughness: 2d20
As soon as Imbeleth heard the roar of a rising gold, he sprang into the air. Not for any ambitions of catching a gold or winning a Flight. Simply put, there was a chase to be had! What fun! He didn't bother consulting with his rider about it, just started flying.
J'ric could tell, though. He could feel his dragon's emotions shift as he leaped in the Flight. Flights were not his favorite thing, but they were a necessary part of being a rider. Unless you rode a male atypical, anyway. He just went off to sit in his hut until it was over.
Meanwhile, Imbeleth was busy fighting through the heavy winds Killakeeth was sending down at her suitors. It was hard flying, but he was fresh and full of energy, and managed to make good headway. he said cheerfully as he slowly ascended.
Gradually the old brown dragged himself out of sleep. Lazily the dragon rolled, shifting slightly to attend an itch. Almost painfully slowly he pulled himself up and stretched out his wings, giving them a testing flap.
Chivalth felt his rider chuckle. The brown was getting pretty grey in the muzzle these days. Did he expect to win? No, not really. However one more suitor just to push things along never hurt, might push those youngsters into actually testing themselves.
With a wish of good luck from his rider Chivalth launched into the sky, the brown winging his way towards Killakeeth. He sent the gold a pleasant greeting Ever the gentleman.
It had been a good day, a but dull and rather exhausting but well spent. They had been escorting a tithe caravan from Eron Hold, the last one had been ambushed by Holdless and - while no lives had been lost and the goods retained - the Lord had wanted a very visible escort for a dangerous stretch of road to the north of Trine.
This had meant that C'tis with very visible rider gear and rank markings had been walking at the front of the caravan with his sword on his hip while Malcarreth flew slow loops above, not far above the scattered treetops. While this visible presence had apparently worked, they'd seen no sign of trouble, it had tired Malcarreth's wings and bored the pair of them to distraction.
C'tis had just finished removing Malcarreth's straps when Killakeeth's call came. The pair looked at one another and C'tis shrugged. "Well there's a cure for your boredom, but you'll ache like cracked shells tomorrow."
Malcarreth grinned. <>
And with that he launched himself over to the nearest beast pens, blooded a kill, and then took off in pursuit of the rising gold. <> he asked of the gold with a purr in his voice. <>
Untechnically however there were still those who thought something of it, traditionalists mainly and as his politics didn't court their vote too much it would certainly do no harm if Acriculeth could pull this off. Perhaps between winning a few flights and merely being bronze and well spoken they could win a few over. A'nos watched the skies thoughtfully as the males began to take wing after the golden object of their desires. <>
Acriculeth's thoughts were currently much less complicated than his rider's. Usually he was as much for plans and schemes as it was possible to be but this? This was simple. He blooded a kill and launched himself into the air after Killakeeth with a challenging roar to the other males. <> he replied.
Plexith gathered with the other males as soon as the golden dragons intent was clear, when it came to golds Plexith always chased.his rider knew and while D'lin had tried to impress upon him that such things really didn't matter anymore the bronze wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by and D'lin knew better then to argue merely brushing his dragons mind with a mental good luck before going back to whatever it was he had been doing.
Ignoring the other males and the golden's taunting Plexith merely readied himself to go, driving his impressive wings downwards to throw himself into the air the moment she took off. The bronze bugling a challenge to the other males and crooning to the golden queen as he did so.
Jaggeth almost shied away from chasing this time around but his rider had somewhat pressured him into it..it will be good for you R'oe had insisted, it will be fun. Jaggeth wasn't entirely sure, this gold well..she was a bit of a strong personality and generally he preferred the quieter types but well...he probably wouldn't win anyways right? Might as well satisfy his rider and give an attempt.
Polietly the brown waited off to the side a bit, out of the way of the other males and the torrent of winds she was sending down towards them for his takeoff after her.
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The furious gusts she'd blown at them had barely seemed to slow them down. She pumped her wings in broad hard sweeps, driving her body higher and higher. Her nose aimed for the high sky. Despite her usual lazy ways, today she was showing no evidence of it. Killakeeth reveled in the freedom she had. The clear skies, except for the males following, and the cold breezes that buffeted her body. She wasn't looking to be cooed over. Any sweet greeting from the males only brought a defiant hiss from the gold. Sweet words weren't going to work on her.
The bugling challenges of Acriculeth and Plexith brought a glance from Killakeeth. That was a bit more like it, though the croon from the latter male made her snort. 'Do you actually have some fire under your tails or are you just full of hot air?' The air was starting to get thin and she spread her wings. She glided as she swung her head side to side to watch the males trailing after her.
Imbeleth dud a quick barrel roll when the gold looked back, just to see if she'd notice. Then he was too busy trying to keep up as she flew still higher. Soon the air grew thin enough that he was fighting to stay in the air, much less pick up speed, but he managed to keep up with her.
Plexith rumbled at the golds challenging tone, fire under his tail, did she not know who he was?, the bronze drove his wings harder, seeking to gain the heights that the gold was demanding of them.
The golds challenging tone made Jaggeth shy away slightly, this one was going to demand a bit of competition from her suitors he could already see it and while the brown was willing to chase - really he didn't want to win enough to risk getting injured in the process - especially with those larger bronzes up there snarling at each other.
Numbers to Match: 9, 18, 2, 14, 8 _____________________________
Buffeted by the gusts of wind from the gold's wings and worn by the day's exertions Malcarreth struggled to gain height. It wasn't going all that well, and the small blue gave a snarl of frustration. These big fat lumps thought they were better than he was? He'd show them!... As soon as he could get some speed up he would anyway.
Acriculeth roared again, exalting in the chase and the strain of his wings. <> he replied. As yet he wasn't closing on the gold very much but there was time, and it always paid to take a measure of your rivals before you pushed too hard dead ahead.... The arrogant wingleader, would he lash out? Perhaps.
