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Post by Ember on Aug 16, 2009 15:47:01 GMT -5
The striped brown appreciated the croon and pushed himself to go as fast as he could. He could never match her in speed but perhaps even more effort would impress her further? Dsoleth was above and behind the little green and he watched her with whirling eyes. Such a pretty little thing. He watched as she suddenly disappeared over the side of the waterfall and he crooned quietly in slight distress. Oh no! He lost sight of her!
The brown was instantly reassured as he cleared the edge of the rushing water and saw her, angled downwards. This time he'd follow her dive! He folded his wings closer to take full advantage of his much heavier weight and gravity's helpful tug. Then Peppeth pulled out of her dive and he was forced to do the same, with less grace of course. He wasn't quite as good at stopping his dives so quick. At least he had the advantage of having started from a higher height.
Dsoleth let his wings open and caught as much of the momentum as he could and turned it to his advantage. He may not be fast but he was a skilled flier with what was given to him. He took a longer than her but eventually he got over the lip of the canyon and was flying only slightly higher than she was. He'd crash or something if he skimmed the ground so clsoe as her.
T'san felt a pang that he was not graced with her attention but he hid it well and turned his mind to finding a way to impress her. Or he could leave that up to Dsoleth to impress Peppeth. Hmm. He let out a low croon as he was forced to simply watch her. She had at least danced by him, if only briefly. He made an amused offer to be a dancing partner as she left the other males be again.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 16, 2009 17:00:28 GMT -5
She was so quick in her turns! Checkoth spun and abruptly jolted downward toward Peppeth, following the line of the waterfall back toward the canyon. He flew at an angle, unable to drop straight lest he hit the water, and he beat his wings as quickly as he could to try and keep up. Her turn actually put him closer to the green, an encouraging thought if ever there was one, and the red-violet of his eyes whirled quickly. The wind beneath his wings felt exhilarating, and he zoomed rapidly downward, only to see Peppeth rip up – up toward the weyrledges. His flight pattern actually was disrupted, and he spun, almost falling out of the air. She turned way, way more quickly than he could ever hope to, and he had to twist to keep from crumbling down toward the river below. That momentary halt put him behind, especially since he had to pause to make himself more accustomed to his surroundings again, but in a matter of seconds, he was spiraling back upward – up toward the skies again, or the top of the canyons. He was making silly mistakes – she must have thought he looked clumsy in the air. He felt like he was. Certainly he was nowhere near her level of grace… but he wasn’t going to give up. No, he would not give up. Even if he did look kind of silly.
Up, up. He beat his wings most insistently, flying at the center of the canyon below the bridges that spanned from one side to the other. There were three of them now, brand new after the renovations, and they provided sufficient obstacles to keep from blazing right through them. Logically, he could’ve pulled up and flown above the canyon, but he didn’t; instead, Checkoth was flying down the center, until he reached the waterfall once more, his gaze still on Peppeth’s rapid ascent, and then he turned to rise almost perfectly vertically. Upward, up, up, faster. He wanted Peppeth to see how hard he was trying. Though, was she even paying attention to him at all…? He was not as graceful as the others. Checkoth twitched his tails anxiously. Would she notice him? He almost hoped she didn’t, lest she see his mistakes. Peppeth deserved better.
Farryl’s approach actually made R’wign offer her a reassuring smile; it wasn’t just Checkoth who remembered this greenpair. But he didn’t really know Farryl at all. Not the way he knew Tr’esn and even Lennae – this was the first greenpair that Checkoth was chasing that he was unfamiliar with, beyond superficial levels, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. Not enough for him to run away, but it was… surreal, almost. She was also by far the most energetic he’d seen, though that hardly counted for much. He half-expected her to start bouncing (much the same way M’ta was). He didn’t feel any temptation to reach out and touch her, though. If she wanted him – Checkoth, anyway – she’d pick him. Checkoth was doing a good job of showing off, even if he could feel the brown’s nervousness. Silly creature. He had no reason to be nervous at all. R’wign was sure that any green with sense would realize his worth…
Turning his head, R’wign caught a glimpse of S’rei – again! – and blinked twice at the board in his hand. Then he quirked an eyebrow, obviously amused, before edging over to the bronzerider’s side. Right in the floor, R’wign plopped unceremoniously, and gestured in silent request for S’rei to set the game up. If they were going to play, they were going to play, right? He’d brought the board so he could set the game up, only fair~
Checkoth spun up above the canyon and made a sharp turn after his clutchbrother, in the direction of the jungle where Peppeth was going, when a sudden splash of water hit him clear in the face. Creeling his distress, Checkoth actually spun again, and beat his wings rapidly to avoid colliding with the ground. The sudden wave of worry from R’wign had him righting himself and he shook his head, his gaze turning forward to see the other dragons ahead of him – keeping up far better than he was. He shook his head and set to growling, low in his throat, before bursting with as much speed as he could in an attempt to keep up. He wasn’t going to let her get away just because one of them (was it Salenth? Surely it wasn’t Behruth…?) had tried to sabotage him. He wasn’t!
At least he hadn’t collided with the ground…
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Aug 17, 2009 18:04:38 GMT -5
Peppeth rose a bit higher and twisted in the air to see behind her. Oh! How funny they all looked! She watched as the browns and single bronze fumbled to recover from her sharp change in direction. Some coming so close to the canyon floor that they almost crashed. Peppeth's delight changed to a croon of concern for her chasers. She hoped none of them were injured. This was a game after all. Maybe she would try something easier this time. She weaved back and forth in the air lazily, allowing her males to get closer as each one came free of the canyon.
Peppeth's eyes sparkled at Frosstyth's bid for attention. Of course she could see him. She was still pleased that he, of all her clutch brothers, was chasing her. Salenth sparkled so nicely in the water he had splashed. Such a handsome dragon he was. Behruth was still a favorite, being the most agile of the browns so far. She was so happy to see that Salenth hadn't blown him off course. And here was Pagoth at last! She had wondered where he had been. She didn't mind though. He was here now after all, and that was what mattered. Dsoleth had handled her surprise rather well. She was impressed by his skills. She crooned at Checkoth as he almost knocked out of the air. Was he alright? She hoped they weren't fighting over her. That wasn't part of the game.
Peppeth turned back to the open sky. She wasn't tired yet and no where near choosing. What to try next? There was so much she could do! The Hatching Grounds and the jungle loomed ahead of her. She could play there, but maybe she was tired of tight turns and dives. Time for something completely different! Peppeth beat her wings as hard as she could, rising higher and higher. It was hard work for her small wings, but it was worth it. At the apex of her climb she squealed with joy. Now the fun part!
Peppeth didn't dive straight down this time. She spiraled her descent in tight circles. Sometimes growing wider, flicking her tail at her chasers, or growing closer so that it was almost hard to tell which was head or tail. Twice she changed direction with a spin and a flip of her small body. She was a leaf on the wind. Dancing like a ribbon on the breeze. Finally reaching the trees below and pulling up, scattering leaves in her wake. She rolled on her belly to see. Wasn't she a lovely dancer?
Farryl stopped dancing, though she was still practically bouncing on her feet. All her males were so attentive. It would be hard to choose anyone. Except S'rei and R'wign. She tutted at them, as if she could sense that their minds were not solely on her where they belonged. She approached no one this time, but she gave them all a smile and a twinkle of her eye. There was still time to choose.
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Post by dragon on Aug 17, 2009 20:51:06 GMT -5
Ah, finally ... she was going up into the sky! Here, Frosstyth really poured on the steam, bringing his sturdy wings out and forward and down, in large, powerful beats. The rhythem was steady and powerful, carrying his strong frame higher into the sky after Peppeth. Not as fast as she, by any means! But he'd get there. Rising higher into the sky, the thick brown threw in another twirl just for kicks, before concentrating on getting up there with her. Going up was a far easier task than all that ducking and diving and sharp turns had been! Frosstyth managed to acheive her altitude just in time to utter one loving croon to her before she vanished into a madly dizzying, twirling dive.
It was beautiful to watch, especially from above. For a moment, Frosstyth just hung there in the air, looking down and watching her. And then it occured to him that he shouldn't just be staring in hyptonization ... he should be following! Shaking out of his reverie, he turned on a shoulder, tucking his wings and legs in close, thrusting his head out as far ahead as it would go. Steering with his tail, he spear-dove, right down the center of her spirals. He couldn't hope to match that kind of agility, and he wasn't going to knock himself out of the air trying. That would be disgraceful to Peppeth! So he bulls-eyed her twirling descent, all the way to the bottom. At the bottom, he brought his hindquarters down again, throwing his wings open to re-channel all that speed he'd acquired during descent into a sudden and sharp turn back upwards again, following just above her wake. The strain on the sails hurt somewhat, but not enough to discourage the young brown from continuing onward.
Cruising again, slightly above and behind, Frosstyth took a moment to catch his breath before uttering yet another adoring croon to the object of his desire.
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Post by Requiem on Aug 18, 2009 7:32:46 GMT -5
Salenth, who had been rather amused at the two browns who had managed to blunder into the splashes he sent toward the heavens, fell back the moment he noticed that one of them looked as if he'd be eating dirt in a moment. The bronze had only intended to give the other chasers another obstacle to get around, not hurt anyone with it. Knowing that he wouldn't get there in time if Checkoth didn't right himself, though, Salenth was mildly upset and just a little irritated with himself that he was allowing his competitiveness to get out of hand.
But no, the young brown recovered at the last possible moment, and the bronze found himself breathing easier. He'd hate to be responsible for actually hurting one of the younglings. Easing around in a wide loop, Checkoth was between him and the all-but-forgotten Peppeth when Salenth addressed the other male. Checkoth. I did not mean to startle you...Please, you must be more careful of your surroundings in future. The tenor of his mindvoice conveyed the apology that his words only hinted at, the bronze gaining altitude and hovering for a moment. His mood had been rather broken and he contemplated the small green glowing far above him.
Did he really wish to pursue her? In truth, the bronze was a little shaken at where his own testosterone-laden desperation had led him.
Balancing the board lightly over the knees of both men, S'rei flashed a smile at the young brownrider and began setting up the pieces. His words were spoken softly, beneath his breath so as not to disturb all the riders caught up in Flightlust a short distance away. If he noticed the looks Farryl directed them, he made no indication of it. "Your dragon - Checkoth? - he's all right?" A touch of mild concern. After all, he knew the brown was still Chasing through Salenth, so he couldn't be that bad off.
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Behruth was, yes, just a bit irritated. Annoying to have water splashed on him as it was, but Checkoth had quite nearly crashed. He spiraled upward tightly, Peppeth momentarily forgotten, a low growl rumbling in his throat for Salenth's benefit. What was that ridiculous bronze thinking, tripping up his clutchbrother like that?
Then a flash of light off a glowing, glorious hide, and before even Ruth could be moved to address either brown or bronze, his wings paused mid-beat and he sunk earthward, almost forgetting himself long enough to crash purely on his lonesome. Shiny! He was suddenly streaking in the direction of the glowing corkscrew of perfection, all else forgotten in a combination of eccentric neuroticism and male hormones.
The odd state of affairs was mimicked by M'ta within the room, who had been drawn off in the direction of R'wign and S'rei before suddenly freezing, head snapping back toward Farryl. Stopping mid-stride, one foot dangling in the air, the young man stumbled in a way that he never would have outside of Behruth's influence, barely catching himself before he spilled onto the ground. A brief dash back to where Farryl and her other admirers stood, the man's stride lengthening into a prowl that couldn't but remind any casual observer of a stalking feline as he growled at the girl appreciatively. Beauteous shiny. He wanted to hoard her all his own, he did.
Rising at an angle as his wings strove to catch up, Behruth met her halfway down through her descent, flipping neatly with a few well-placed wingstrokes into several wider corkscrews of his own. Matching her speed was a delicate dance, and at times he found himself leading or trailing by too much, but he merely adjusted himself and continued. Oh, yes, he did want the shining Peppeth with a hunger that nearly hurt. Beautiful, kind, playful green - even if he wasn't exactly sure what it was he was so hungry for. But for him the dance was just as important. He wanted to create something beautiful with her, to compliment the small gem in such a way that her perfection couldn't be denied by anyone.
Thus he descended in larger spirals, occasionally slipping between her slower turns in a dance that, ironically enough, represented a larger twining of bodies. He ignored the brown that flashed through the center of their dance. It was this odd way of looking at the flight that had Behruth peeling off in the opposite direction as Peppeth, struggling to match her altitude and mostly succeeding - though he clipped his shoulder on the trunk of a tree with a hiss. Wings folded to protect them, the body twisting toward the open space surrounding the river, and he pushed for altitude again, smarting and slightly shaken.
Behruth shook it off, winging in Peppeth's direction again with a croon. Such a lovely dancer she was. Could they do that again?
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Post by Ember on Aug 18, 2009 21:01:54 GMT -5
Dsoleth watched the green as she flew ahead, wondering what games she would try next. He was in a good, playful mood today! Whatever she threw his way he would at the very least attempt. You never knew if you never tried, right? He considered another trick, some way to try and impress her. Most greens liked being impressed...She seemed to prefer games more than that though. Hmm. Before he had made up his mind the brown noticed that she was snaking her way through the air rather than straight flying. She was much slower like that and he took full advantage of it. He'd likely feel the effects of straining his speed so much tomorrow but that didn't matter at the moment.
Dsoleth was slightly alarmed to see the forest. He could not pass through that even if she could...He was simply too big to try and fly through the tangles of branches and trunks. With relief he noticed the green game mistress was going upwards. He could do up but not very happily. As he pumped his wings, angling his large body upwards, he climbed higher after her. She reached what she clearly thought was the top and her squeal amused him. What was she going to do?
He had been expecting a dive but was totally confused when she started to spiral instead. He crooned for the brilliant aerial dance she was showing them and did a quick loop. He could dance too! He went no higher as he settled to a shallow glide, the occasional thermal assisting him. If she would come down to him he was all the happier to let her. Dsoleth was tempted to do another move but this was perfect for conserving energy and showing another type of skill in keeping a nearly perfect glide.
T'san let his expression melt into one of child-like glee at Farryl's smile. She was a pretty doll, she was. He could do little else but stare at her and shuffle his feet slightly. Restless was he? Oh yes. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab her. The others were vaguely thought of like siblings. They all wanted the same thing but only one could get her and he was certain that he'd only want her more if he couldn't have her.
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Post by Rowana on Aug 19, 2009 15:35:32 GMT -5
Peppeth watched the browns follow her dance, eyes sparkling at each one. Salenth, she was sorry to see, seemed to have lost interest. Didn't he like her games? Oh well, it was no matter. Still plenty of handsome browns to chose from. Frosstyth was so fast! She marveled at the speed of his dive and his daring at coming so low to the ground. Behruth was lovely! She delighted at how he matched her dance with his own graceful spirals. Dsoleth was a joy to watch. She could not imagine being able to glide so well for so long. Yes they were all wonderful!
Peppeth climbed into the sky again, but her pace was slower now and her breath labored. Her body was built for speed and agilty, not endurance. Sadly the games were coming to an end. It was time to choose. Peppeth turned slowly, weaving in and among her chasers, brushing them with a wing her and a tail there. She crooned happily, thanking each one for the joy of their coming. She was getting tired, her wings felt heavy with the strain of flight and her emotions were rising to a height. Yes! The time was now!
With a cry of joy, Peppeth dropped like a stone. She curled around her chosen in a loving embrace, her eyes shining a brilliant purple. Oh her darling, Behruth! He would had danced so well for her! Who had followed all her games! She loved them all, but he had been her favorite! Peppeth keened with pleasure and satisfaction. This was what she had longed for, what all the games had been leading too. Flying entwined with her handsome brown.
Farryl beamed at all her males, touching each one in a gently caress. It was so nice of them all to come. But the fun was over. Her choice was coming. She winked playfully. Could they guess? Suddenly she turned, grabbing M'ta in a spinning embrace. She danced with him, almost purring with delight and pleasure. She held him close, mind lost in a dragon's lust. The others were forgotten. All that matter was her and her chosen.
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