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Post by Ruby on Jan 23, 2011 23:28:48 GMT -5
Rakmaninoth knew better than to make her flights a surprise for Hers. The males of the Weyr, however, would be in for a shock. The olive-colored, gold-washed green practically glowed on a regular basis, and if it had intensified in the past few days, who was to notice? Rakmaninoth's behavior hadn't changed one whit either, and Elisabeta's even less. The Greenrider had had a hard time fitting in, here - she had many passing aquaintences among the Wastelanders, but soft Selenitas seemed plagued by idiots and babies, so there weren't too many people who cared to notice if she seemed proddy, anyway. At least at Benden there had been a few tenacious oldtimers, the best (or, more likely, most cautious) of the fighters, a few Threadfighters who hadn't had the decency to get in the way of a big enough clump yet. Here... well, she had never exactly minded the untutored ardor of youth. During flight at least; after was a different story.
The green never slept late before her flights, and she wasn't doing so now, either. To tell the truth, Rakmaninoth hardly slept, and Elisabeta wasn't much better. They just never had spent too much time asleep. Too much to do. Instead, Rakmaninoth was perched on the edge on her ledge, doing her best to get an eye on what males were up and about as she held as still as a gargoyle. Elisabeta was backing towards the door to her private bathing room, her long, wicked hunting knife hidden behind her back.
Again, my love? the Green asked without so much as blinking, the last word twisting a little in her mouth. She never really had gotten the hang of 'love', but the word itself seemed appropriate enough at times.
I... what? Elisabeta asked, trying not to sound suspicious.
You never did quite have the same taste for blood as I, Rakmaninoth sighed, then added, Perhaps the only place where we are not so well matched. Why put them away? Selenitans and their pets alike could use a bit of a scare.[/i] By her tone, it was clear that 'pets' didn't mean firelizards and salamandyrs, or whatever avians these strange southern folk had collected. No, it was the dragons whose claws had never seen blood, and the mindmates of riders who did not kill. Those who would be participating in the Flight.
Elisabeta drew herself upright (subtly tucking the knife into her waistband first), fully prepared to tell her dragon off for her insolent tone, although honestly the Rider agreed fully with her charge. Rakmaninoth snorted and, suddenly, slithered off the ledge to fall towards the river below. "Sharding creature!" she shouted down, leaning out into space to watch Rakmaninoth's wings snap out in time with her dragon's brutal roar. That was all the warning the males were going to get - Rakmaninoth turned towards the clouds, her speed shocking for her larger size. Late afternoon sunlight glinted off her gold-washed hide, highlighting the line bisecting her body as she cleared the Weyr's river canyon and the jungle canopy, bursting through into open sky.
Elisabeta swore again, holding on to her iron control over Rakmaninoth just barely long enough to make it to the flightrooms. Every other day of the year, Elisabeta could hold on to her dragon's mind without even thinking about it - Rakmaninoth's flights, on the other hand, were so fast and brutal she found herself enveloped without even realizing. She faced the door, just barely containing the roar that threatened to rip from her throat. And she had a knife. This would be a dramatic afternoon.
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Post by Ember on Jan 24, 2011 0:24:46 GMT -5
I'm bored...come here. And I'd fall for that why? Because you're an idiot, of course. What made you think that changed? The brown responded pleasantly. Bah, leave me alone, silly beast. Can't you tell I'm busy? Tch. Since when did you like hatchlings, anyways? Since when didn't you? The mental conversation was pretty much the same as usual between the two so the brownrider pushed his dragon away to turn his attention back on M'ta and Riaren.
He hadn't really meant to see anyone he knew on his way back to his weyr. Then again, that's how things usually went. T'san didn't know the man with Riaren personally, though once they'd been introduced he recognized the name. They'd been talking for a bit when he heard a roar and felt the stirring of the brown in his mind. "Ah, I've got something to do. Take care kiddo, nice meeting you M'ta, Terilyn." He made brief eye contact with the other rider before hurrying back to his weyr.
Dsoleth had already gone but that wasn't the point. T'san pulled Nevroti out of his shirt (he'd crawled in there to hide when Rakmaninoth roared) and placed him in a high place, in case Spice tried to pounce him. Silly feline. "Stay here and be good. No, you can't come with me this time. There will be lots of people in a small room, lots of touching." Uh-huh. That worked, though he'd have a depressed firelizard on his hands if he took too long. Considering the fact that Dsoleth wasn't fully into the chase he doubted the brown would win anyways.
T'san arrived at the flightroom quite a bit of time after Dsoleth had begun the chase though he was still quite himself. Again, though Dsoleth was chasing, he was still Jingth's mate and refused to accept another while she was still alive. He was only chasing to make sure his skills didn't rust for when Jingth returned. Dsoleth had launched off his ledge not long after the green started her ascent. Of the females that had risen recently, she seemed to be his type though she couldn't compare to his mate. He rose upwards at a considerably slower speed - that wasn't his forte after all - with all intentions of at least honouring her with an extra body. If only he knew that he really was offering his body to her...
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Post by Avu on Jan 24, 2011 0:33:37 GMT -5
“Holy fucking ow!”
Language, KaMine, Rhiiseth purred breezily, evidently not at all concerned about the fact that KaHis had just dropped a paperweight on the floor and likely onto his own foot. What has the dawn granted us today, stunning suns from ice… The soft, musing tone of his voice drew Ka’aen’s glance away from the paperweight perched innocently on the floor next to his foot and the possibly-bruised toe that it had managed to actually bounce off of; gray eyes narrowed intently on Rhiiseth as the blue hummed, a high crooning note reverberating in his throat. His eyes gleamed, ripples of green-blue. Not purple, but then Rhiiseth would be Rhiiseth…One of our own, KaMine; do the Southern dare admit desire?
“I don’t know,” Ka’aen grumbled, returning to studying his toe mournfully. “I don’t care. Get back to me when she gets Caught and I guess we’ll see then, won’t we? Who is it, anyway, Hisalyth? Don’t chase her. R’ril’s crazy. I’m disowning all of your clutchsiblings for you. All of them. Hisalyth, Lucith, all of them.” He huffed out his breath, wiggled his toes, and, evidently satisfied, placed his foot back on the ground, applied weight gingerly. “Okay, awesome, so I didn’t break my toe because of your stunning sun. I’m going to have an awesome bruise tomorrow, though, I—Rhii? Rhiiseth?” While he didn’t actually expect Rhiiseth to pay him any mind, he would appreciate it if the blue at least pretended.
Except that Rhiiseth was decidedly not. The blue hummed, flared his wings. Follow the sun where she may dance, thread silver night into the skies for her, his tail flicked sideways. Perhaps lay her to rest if she desires; if nothing else, show her what beauty she offers the world. His gaze slanted to KaHis. A challenge; a worship of day. I shall.
And then he was gone, dark blue and violet wings flashing in the sunlight. Rhiiseth’s path carried him below Rakmaninoth, the blue curling around the downwards draft of air buffeted by her wings. Rakmaninoth was not Feyrianth; he made no effort to bespeak her just yet, not until he could judge her mood and how this game would be played. His pretty words may have won one green, but he was not helpless without them; Rhiiseth did not introduce himself as the night dancer, star weaver, without reason. His wings flared wide, carried him sideways in an arcing dance that dipped around Dsoleth, a light spin at the end of the prologue to the dance.
The brown he had effortlessly used as an obstacle was not one he was familiar with, but—My greetings; best wishes. Dance with me?
Ka’aen made a face, sighed, and passed a hand over his face before he pushed his chair back from the desk. At least Rakmaninoth was a green vaguely familiar to him, the Rider likewise. He didn’t think she’d be the kind to lock herself in her own room in a fit of pique during a Flight. He rose to his feet, hitched his sweatpants a little higher over his hips, smoothed a hand over the front of his shirt absently, and padded out of his weyr. Rhiiseth never committed himself fully to a Flight in the first few minutes; keeping a clear head was always a very simple matter. The path to the Flightrooms was not quite familiar, but he got there in a decent amount of time anyway—glanced at Elisabeta curiously, wondering just how far gone she was.
Best to take care, play it safe. He lingered near a wall, flicked an idle glance towards the other man—a brownrider, according to Rhiiseth, but which brownrider he hadn’t the faintest idea. Just some brownrider. Okay, then. He didn’t look too glassy-eyed, though. Ka’aen dipped his head in greeting, quirked an awkward half-smile at him—the equivalent of a good luck without actually saying it.
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Post by archenstone on Jan 24, 2011 1:01:15 GMT -5
X'vier was in the kitchen making the women laugh when he felt Mirazeth brush his mind. The time has come Mine. Go to hte flight rooms. X'vier sighed, wondering how Mirazeth could call them. The dragon seemed to have Rise-dar and it was in full working order. "Well ladies I hope the bread turns out good. It seems I am needed elsewhere." He threw a promising grin at one young woman before turning and making his way to the slaughter house flight rooms. So you did you decide to chase again?
A truly glittery green Mine. Her skin shines with the promise of glittery pleasures. Mirazeth shook his head and continued walking. must be a first riser if you're so eloquent....so who? Still...Mirazeth refused to give the rider's identity. So just tell me already. Mirazeth responded with a Wait and see... X'vier hated when Mirazeth pulled these mind games on him.
He turned a corner into the Flight Rooms and stopped. Mirazeth by the Golden Egg of Faranth if you don't get your scaly hide back on my weyr ledge this instant I will geld you and rent you as a pack animal. All he could feel was Mirazeth's laughter as the brown dipped down....
Mirazeth flew over the canyon looking for the source of the roar. As he glided over the waterfall he saw her. Elation filled him and his eyes whirled in anticipation of the coming challenge. Locking his wings to glide over, Mirazeth crooned greeting as he pulled a fly by and banked to turn and follow her.
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Post by Requiem on Jan 24, 2011 1:16:35 GMT -5
"Women." Good for breeding. "What need do I have to breed?" Soon you'll be too ooooold. "Hardly. Men don't give birth." I never said give birth. You sure you won't go out courting the little southern pretties? "Sure." Because you don't want to breed? "Exactly." Then if it was a woman too old to be bred...? "What are you driving at now? I suppose I wouldn't care as long as it was female and wouldn't get pregnant." Then we agree. "We what?"
Rakmaninoth's roar resounded off the canyon walls a split second later, and Ykkith burst from the ledge as if he'd been slung from a slingshot, powering straight up from where he was as quickly as his wings would take him. Do not worry, Mine. I will win Rakmaninoth for you. She is the only one with a rider who can't be bred, after all. There was laughter in his words. The brownrider rolled his eyes. Ridiculous beast.
Well met again, lady Pain. Shall we? Oh, but Ykkith was looking forward to this. It was about time Rakmaninoth Flew again! He let out a roar of his own, challenging. Time for the battle over the green to begin. Defending champion: Rakmaninoth herself. Delightful, delightful. It really had been far too dull here at Selenitas lately.
Ur'h stepped into the flightroom with his blade already drawn. He didn't have any intention of hurting her - yet - but this would not be the first time he'd been in the same room as Elisabeta. It definitely didn't hurt to be able to defend oneself when tangling with this pair. Eyes flicked to T'san and something that might have been the barest tracings of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. Well. Wouldn't he be in for a surprise.
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Post by Rei on Jan 24, 2011 15:55:54 GMT -5
A chuckle betrayed a little of Z’ves’ amusement as he watched Lucith dance upon his ledge. His blue’s favorite of favorites was going up. The dragon had been overjoyed to see her glow. It had irritated the blue to no end to watch it in fact. Angered him that his was holding him back even now. Intentionally driving him into a frenzy. Teasing him with the prospect of not letting him chase her. Teeth bared the slate blue rushed the edge of the stone ledge a low and vicious hiss emerging from his throat. Then Rakmaninoth was slipping off her ledge and falling for the river below. Every muscle in Lucith’s body tensed, his tail swung violently, talons digging into stone with a screech. Red and violet whirling eyes tracked the large green’s progress a keen ripping from his throat. Please...
Z’ves outright laughed then. With a smile he finally released the hold he had on the blue, pressing upon him that subtle permission. He had worked Lucith up enough to make the flight….interesting he hoped. Far more interesting than Phremath’s hopefully. The slate blue didn’t have to be told more than once. In fact the moment he felt his bonded’s control slipping he simultaneously released the tension on his muscles and shot off his ledge with a speed that was almost unreal. Wings worked overtime as he cut a path almost directly for the green. Lucith roared his response to Rakmaninoth, talons extending as he drew closer to the pack red and violet eyes focused solely on his target.
His first target was not the green though. Not at all. He whipped past Rhiiseth at an astounding speed, slashing out for his brother’s membranes with a taunting call before whipping in a tight turn around Dsoleth. He didn’t strike out at the brown with talons as he had Rhiiseth. Instead Lucith’s tail whipped at the large male’s muzzle as he sped past and headed in a direct line for Rakmaninoth. He was smaller than the green, by a considerable amount actually, being he was actually a bit smaller than your average green. The male was the smallest chaser there. But that had never stopped him before and it didn’t stop him now.
The slate colored blue coiled in a twist under Rakmaninoth displaying his talons to her, making sure they caught the light. It was a threatening display but one he had always given her. Desire. Don’t disappoint queen of agony. He teased in a hissing tone before turning on wingtip and shooting out of her range of retaliation. Gamessssss.
Z’ves entered the flight room long after the others. “Fashionably late it seems.” He announced cheerfully to his fellow Wastelanders before giving T’san a grin. Ah his wingleader was even here. Smashing. The young man had never liked Elisabeta. Not at all. But Lucith had a desire for Rakmaninoth that he had never denied. Besides. It was almost always fun.
He gave the old woman a charming smile and licked his lips, hand lingering on the hilt of his blade. “Good day darling. So what activities you have planned for us this time? I’m dying to know.” As always Z’ves kept himself almost completely separated from Lucith, his control over his own mind still strong despite his beast’s obvious lack of restraint.
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Post by Lotty on Jan 24, 2011 16:53:48 GMT -5
Finally something to do, I've grown so bored of the weyrlings already, I can't wait to sink my teeth into something... of substance... Viaqueth stretched a bit in his place, gracefully rising to his feet without even so much as a grunt or sign of strain. If anything, there was a purr, but such was the manner that the turquoise blue operated. Feline was one word, but C'zan was sure that this designation came from the leopard like rosettes that marked the dragon's one side. He personally went with androgynous, because despite the creatures color and anatomy there was something too feminine in the mind voice, and furthermore something far too manipulative in his intents. The rider had never known a man to go about throwing up as many smoke shields and masks as his blue dragon did.
Luckily, this meant that more often than not, Viaqueth did not find time to bother with flights. Or at least not recently, but that had to also be due in part to the lack of Wasteland dragons rising. Selenitas types did not thrill him the way those from his homeland did, and so with Rakmaninoth going up, the blue was stirred for the first time in months. A worthy pursuit. He'd gone after the olive green in turns past, even dating back to days in Benden, but track records so rarely meant anything when you really got down to it. It was the here and now, and as far as Via was concerned he was in his prime. C'zan didn't dare try and stop him either, instead urging him on before he could get too caught up in preening to do anything else, Well put on a good show will you?
With that the kinky haired rose from his chair and made his way to the flightrooms. But oh was it ever a slow burn, heat from flight lust smoked through veins and arteries until touches of red could almost be seen flaring up from under dark tan skin. Each step was deliberate and calculated, but his entrance was anything but noticeable. He liked to keep quiet, and in his all black garb stalked along the walls of the room without ever growing close to the glowing green epicenter.
Striking the air like knives, the blue swept into the race for the gold lined green, but did not waste time on words like he suspected so many of the others did. It had been said before and could be said a million times from then on. Words were futile devices. Actions would be the only saving grace, and the dragon slipped an easy barrel roll into his flight; claws out of course, just incase any of the other rubes found it necessary to get to close to him. Gnashing his teeth a few times he caught himself into a level flying pattern again.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 24, 2011 18:16:39 GMT -5
Rakmaninoth went up. Straight up, in an absolutely punishing vertical climb that would leave most dragons far behind. Even smaller Lucith would have trouble matching her, although for the moment, he was doing quite well. Beyond him... browns and big blues, all larger than or the same size as Rakmaninoth. Only Lucith would have it easy, this day. Easier, anyway.
The sun passed behind a cloud, dimming Rakmaninoth's hide as she moved into the shadow. The sky was peppered with ominous puffs today - not a storm yet, but certainly the beginnings of one. The Green didn't even slow as she stretched towards the grey mist, halfway disappearing before tucking her wings, stalling and dropping with an efficiency gained through 41 turns of hard work. None of these babies could hope to match her. Ykkith, perhaps, had the best chance.
It made no difference, though. They didn't know where she was going; she did. Had to see who was chasing her, although looks never had had anything to do with her final selection. No - she was interested in which dragons she recognized, which she didn't. Ykkith and Lucith, of course; both bold enough to bespeak her. Lady Pain, Queen of Agony... she hissed, dropping past first one, then the other. Wings shot out as she passed the last chaser, slingshotting her off sideways in an absolutely dizzying move. Words will win you no favors. Those two knew this, of course; so whether or not she denied it, she was curious, impressed even. Not impressed enough.
Viaqueth and Rhiiseth were ignored - both familiar, both fast, both with nothing to draw her attention. Rhiiseth was dancing; Rhiiseth always danced. Wasted effort. Viaqueth had the right idea, though the teeth gnashing was a little much (in Rakmaninoth's mind, of course. In reality it was an excellent idea). No, it was Dsoleth and Mirazeth that interested her. Weren't they scared, soft little children? Well, they should be.
Changing directions as suddenly as she had moments ago, Rakmaninoth headed towards Dsoleth, pulling up behind him with a sure wingstroke. Attacks from the back were the Green's specialty - so many important things in such easy reach. She wasn't aiming on killing him, of course, but he seemed preoccupied. This was not acceptable. Not bothering to sheathe her talons, Rakmaninoth reached up to grab his shoulders, using his flesh to pull herself into position so she could spring off his back, aiming for Mirazeth. A deft twist would keep the brown free of any damage, but Rakmaninoth was determined to scare him, and scare Mirazeth next. It wasn't hard - the other brown was within a few wing-beats, and he received a sudden assault from the side, meant to push him off course. Of course, talons were not retracted.
Below, Elisabeta was less than impressed. Babies; soft, pudgy ones, too. Z'ves' question got a raised eyebrow - it was her flight, and she did not care to answer. It was Ur'h's bare steel that did attract her attention. Shiny, and smart. A lunge his direction resulted in a moment of dueling, Elisabeta unable to get through his guard. With a distinctly predatory laugh she whirled away, spinning past her chasers with dangerous jabs towards Ka'aen and C'zan (those attacks would meet flesh if the men didn't dodge) before she stopped in the middle of the room to survey them. The eyebrow raised again. "If you want me," she snapped, no smile on her face, "You will have to come get me. Or are you afraid?"
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Post by Requiem on Jan 25, 2011 5:12:03 GMT -5
Amused, Ykkith let her know it, though not with words. He'd gotten his response from her and tasted her nearly concealed curiosity. Why, of course he knew that words wouldn't get him anywhere in particular. He just liked her responses. Queen of Agony...what claims she made. The brown knew he was large and slow compared to most of her other chasers, though he was no particularly large brown. Not her usual type. But what was new? Few greens were impressed by browns and even less golds. Ykkith chased more for the chance to stretch his wings and to play. No one set a better game than Rakmaninoth.
The amusement didn't abate when the older green powered for the skies. Not fast enough to match her or follow too closely, he was still smart enough to go up from the very beginning and not worry so much about the distance she'd created in her first dive. She topped out nearly on a level with him as a result. Ykkith kept going up even when she dove. How high to match the speed of a green or blue? Reserving strength might be worth it with another, but not the blitzkreig green. Patient though he was, the male wanted to play, too.
Higher. Higher. Here the angle was steep. Wings snapped in, a moment of hovering at the apex of his ascent, and then gravity sucked him down nose first. A flick of the tail. A spin that sucked in the air around him at a larger radius. But Ykkith didn't aim for the soft dragons. What fun was in that? His plunge took him past Rhiiseth and Viaqueth in swift succession, fast enough to definitely pull the smaller blues off-course and get them muddled. Maybe even disoriented for a moment or two.
Never say a brown isn't fast when he has the speed of a lightning descent to draw on. Directly beneath Viaqueth a wing flared, shooting him in a bone-jarring turn sideways and around and directly into Lucith. Talons grasped none-too-gently for the male's shoulders and Ykkith offered him a loving croon as the power of his borrowed speed jerked the smaller male sideways. He banked sharply and dove a second time, releasing talons from the male's shoulders just a few dragonlengths above the treetops.
Oh, my. Aren't you a green? My eyesight must be getting bad in my old age, he purred to the Lucith he'd sent plunging for the treeline. Ykkith didn't bother waiting to see if the blue would pull any miracles with the trees (though he rather hoped he did, as he'd enjoy playing with the male in full nasty temper). The brown banked into a thermal and let it slingshot him back heavenward.
Who needed to play with softies? Come on Queen of Agony, step it up.
This is why you come to a Flight room armed when it came to Elisabeta. Ur'h was by no means unaffected by Ykkith, but the brown was in control of himself as it was - not the dragon most easily overtaken by instinct - so there were no strange impulses coloring his defense in the flash of blades. Neither he nor Elisabeta were young but neither were soft or slow either. The brief showcase of skill between the two was one it would be dangerous to interrupt before she whirled away with a laugh.
Spinning the blade idly between his fingers, Ur'h merely smiled at Elisabeta's challenge. Oh, she'd get her fight. He was curious what the other riders would do first, though. No sense rushing into things before you had a proper look at them.
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Post by Avu on Jan 25, 2011 16:25:10 GMT -5
One brown, two browns.
Were Southern browns braver than the blues and bronzes, then? Other than that—Ykkith. Viaqueth. Lucith. Predictable, familiar; Rakmaninoth had had all of them before in her Flights. No doubt they would all be vying to win—and with Rakmaninoth, violence as not unlikely. Well then. Protect the Southern browns. Someone had to; it would not do to see them broken by the day’s end, and in any case Rhiiseth flew as an offering, not as a want, for Rakmaninoth; hers was a particular kind of appeal and if she had been Selenitas, Rhiiseth would never have flown for her. But she wasn’t, and so he would, every time. And as for his own safety…well.
Rhiiseth crooned in quiet exasperation at Lucith’s passing, coiling safely out of the way of the smaller blue’s attempt at his wings. Predictable, brother—entirely too predictable. He wished Lucith could go at least once without lashing out, but alas, brothers would be brothers, and their petty flaws to be tolerated. Such blatant sabotage; only with Rakmaninoth would he be able to get away with that. Most greens didn’t seem to tolerate infighting in their Flights—part of the reason Rhiiseth had never pursued Rakmaninoth at Benden before. He liked his wings in one piece. The blue coiled closer to Dsoleth again, shot a quiet glance at Mirazeth to ensure the other brown was still in the game (could always still drop out, unless he was too proud to).
He couldn’t quite resist the flash of teeth at Ykkith passing too close for comfort, Rhiiseth snapping out of the beginnings of a dive to avoid the pull of wind at his wings, the rumble of a biting snarl. The blue didn’t snap out, though, preferring to merely spin into his own drop after Rakmaninoth. Ignored Ykkith’s attack on Lucith entirely; let them play and amuse themselves. He didn’t want any part of it. Not yet, in any case, not when they’d only just begun.
Pulling out of the dive brought him closer to Mirazeth than the others, and Rhiiseth could not quite resist curling around the brown dragon in a whip-fast coil, talons tracing down his spine in a feather-light touch that was decidedly warning; a display intended to put him on guard. Perhaps only against him, but hopefully against all of them, as it ought to be. Blood runs high. Take care, a whisper-soft brush against Mirazeth’s mind before Rhiiseth pulled away from the brown entirely, an elegant dance in its own right—Rhiiseth never truly stopped his dance in Flights—but a decidedly more dangerous one.
He was just in time for Rakmaninoth to grab at Dsoleth. Rhiiseth watched with head half-tilted. He wouldn’t play interference with the green herself. After she’d pushed off of him at Mirazeth, though, the blue flared his wings to brush past Dsoleth, angling himself to allow the brown to borrow his wind. Fair play when the very heavens are at stake is unlikely—watch yourself. Again a private touch, Rhiiseth ducking his head to spin himself beneath Dsoleth upside-down, tail trailing over the brown’s belly before he righted himself again, curling entirely around the brown—momentary protection. Mirazeth—well, he’d just have to hope the other could take care of himself for a minute. He’d delivered his warning already.
Rhiiseth was…well, that was unusual.
Ka’aen’s eyes flicked into momentary blankness, replaced rapidly by a puzzled curiosity. Protect. Okay, then. In that case, he had no reason to play Elisabeta’s game any more than she made him play (she didn’t actually appeal to him very much and Rhiiseth’s overflow was very little even when he was the most dedicated in Flights). The bluerider remained near the wall, gaze flickering from one person to the next as they entered. Familiar faces, most of them, other than that first brownrider and another man, who was busy looking kind of horrified. By Elisabeta? What, did he not know people could get that old or something?
He moved sideways to make more room for the others as they came—it paid to have room when it came to Flights like these—looked silently back to Elisabeta as she moved towards Ur’h. His arms crossed limply over his chest as they dueled, and he almost reached down to his own belt just in case—remembered too late he was wearing sweatpants. Not at all helpful, tch.
Sidestepping the jab she made at him in passing, Ka’aen couldn’t help the soft downwards quirk of his lips. He was about as fond of Flights like this as Rhiiseth—used to it, by now, but still. There were some sweeter greens that he’d much rather Rhiiseth Chase on as regular a basis as he did Rakmaninoth. The woman’s challenge went unanswered, the bluerider’s gaze flicking up to meet hers through lidded eyes before he slowly turned his head to scan the others. Surely one of the others—C’zan or Z’ves or Ur’h—would be more interested in taking her up on that; a challenge that was, as far as Ka’aen was concerned, impossible, and unlikely to affect the Flight’s outcome in any case.
When his eyes caught onto T’san, though, and next X’vier, the mute warning was clear, if only momentary before his gaze slipped away again—do what you want; be careful.
The only predictable thing about Rakmaninoth’s Flights was the unpredictability.
But they wouldn’t know that, would they?
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Post by Ember on Jan 25, 2011 18:34:41 GMT -5
Dsoleth was amused by the blue that arrived to play with the green too. The brown wasn't all that old yet but he was familiar with the showy types such as Rhiiseth. He didn't know the blue any more than the blue knew him but he responded in kind, Likewise. I'd be honoured to be your dance partner. That didn't necessarily mean he'd be showing off any tricks though. If the blue wished to play off Dsoleth, the brown would take it with good humour. That was all. His strengths layed in...well, strength. He was strong enough to impress a true queen, after all.
The brown paid little notice to the other males. So long as they kept their distance or made their intentions clear like Rhiiseth had he cared not for them. While it was already kind of rude to chase a green without being comitted it would be ruder still not to be paying attention to her. Lucith's approach and whip at his muzzle - which, in a fit of stubborness, the brown let hit - was met with a faint snarl. He wasn't crazy enough to think he could match an older, smaller blue though. Perhaps if he managed to get in an advantageous position he could crush the blue but he didn't see the need. Violence in flights wasn't so uncommon.
Soon enough the green was falling and the brown let himself drop too. Gravity was quite useful for larger beasts and he used it to keep himself within a decent range. This, unfortunately, also put him within Rakmaninoth's range to terrorize. When she came up behind him he startled somewhat, probably making it worse for himself when she latched onto his shoulders. He let out a pained snarl as claws pierced flesh but she was gone again before too much damage had been done. The wounds probably weren't deep but they did sting. Hmph. So that explained the violent blue, drawn in by one similar to himself.
Rhiiseth's return to dance was met with a curious brush of his mind. Rather than a dance, it was more like the male was offering assistance. Now that was something one really didn't see often. So it would seem. You have my thanks, Dsoleth replied, using the brief moment of cover the blue offered to adjust to the stinging pain and eye the other chasers. He wasn't one to back out of things once he'd joined them but he was on guard now and prepared to protect himself.
T'san caught the gaze of the next man to join him in the flightroom with the...well. Hmm. He wasn't sure what he could call Elisabeta other than old. He settled for "well-aged." Either way, he returned the smile with a full one of his own. It wasn't unusual to see people resistant to flightlust but he wasn't often exempt from it as he was that time. It would be interesting to be one of the "others." The Selenitas man to come was met with a faint chuckle at the reaction to the woman's age. Or was it the fact that she was a woman? Either way.
A couple of other arrivals, Ur'h and Z'ves, were actually familiar but that didn't matter much during a flight. Except...they both looked at him, and Z'ves even grinned at him. Now that...that was odd. C'zan went largely unnoticed, especially considering the fact that things were beginning to happen. T'san watched with a considerable amount of interest in the little fight that broke out and the threatening of a couple of the other guys in the room. Heh, that explained the turbulence in the brown's mind. It also explained why the people he actually knew (and the one who's blue seemed to be assisting Dsoleth) looked at him. The greenrider's baiting was largely ignored. He hadn't thought to bring a weapon with him and he didn't care to sleep with old women either. She was probably suitable for Ur'h though.
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Post by Rei on Jan 25, 2011 21:50:51 GMT -5
Lucith laughed and whipped himself around on a tail tip. I do not assume they do your majesty. He returned evenly, looping before pushing himself up towards the clouds. The small blue sped upwards quickly as Rakmaninoth made her ascent, however he broke off before he hit the cloud cover. She wouldn’t stay up so high forever anyway. Indeed here she came in fact. The slate blue snapped his wings shut to plummet after her flicking the tips of the appendages out every once in awhile to adjust speed and direction. The male leveled out at the height Rakmaninoth did with a neat flip. Red and violet eyes whirled as he saw where she was heading.
Oh the browns. Well not fair if he couldn’t have his fun too. Whirling eyes fixed themselves on Mirazeth as Luctih shot in that direction. The small blue never got to his intended target though. No instead a large shadow suddenly descended towards him and he had time for a shriek of fury before Ykkith turned in slingshot move and crashed into him. Feeling talons grip at his shoulders the smaller male instinctively curled to protect his vital areas, wings tucking in under the larger brown’s belly to make them harder to reach. A snarl of wordless fury left him as he extended talons and readied himself to slash at whatever of the brown he could reach. But before he could get so much as a chance at an area he was released.
As soon as Lucith felt Ykkith’s talons release him he twisted his body and kicked out at the large male with back feet, seeking to get in a blow of retaliation. Whether he made contact or not he didn’t know. The blue was concentrating far to much on keeping himself from a collision. Aiming for an open spot in the canopy the dragon slowed his descent with careful flicks of his wings. Breaking through the opening Lucith twisted and aimed for a particularly large tree. Using the trunk as a springboard he gave another shriek of fury and flung himself skyward again, breaking through the canopy in a flurry of leaves.
The blue's crimson gaze snapped towards Ykkith as he powered upwards and back towards the others. Your eyesight? I think it is your brain that is suffering the effects ancient one. However it was not the brown he sought to attack this time, through he wanted too. Z’ves was pushing him in another direction entirely. With a vicious hiss he coiled around and shot up from underneath talons slashing for Rhiiseth’s belly. Protecting the babies was his dear brother? He should concentrate on himself.
Z’ves watched Ur’h and Elisabeta duel with only mild interest. Skill they had sure. Skill born of turns of fighting. The bluerider rather thought he could at least give her a good show. With some brief commands to Lucith he let the blue deal with himself for the moment. The crone was speaking. Z’ves have a smile.
Arrogant? Sure why not? Drawing his belt knife he rushed the green without so much as a word. It wasn’t his knife he relied on though. No. That was to parry what the old crone decided to throw at him with her own knife. Instead he attempted to sweep her feet out from underneath her, in the next moment aiming to connect a solid hit with his fist to her stomach. Blue eyes flashed his amusement. In technical skill she might surpass him due to age. But Z’ves knew he had enough speed and practice at evasion to at least match her somewhat. If he got a wound or two to show for it? Well at least he wasn’t one of the pussies just standing around staring like an idiot.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 28, 2011 17:04:59 GMT -5
Rakmaninoth was disappointed. Of course, this was nothing new - she was always disappointed, even in J'reth's Zorith, who she'd only chosen regularly because of Elisabeta's input. No one was ever fast enough, and those who thought to impress her by terrorizing others or offering flattering words earned scorn, while those who did nothing were considered simple-minded. Someday, perhaps, she would find her match, but it certainly hadn't happened yet, and clearly neither Selenitas nor Wasteland would provide it. No need to draw the farce out any further. With a loop that was clearly dismissive to every dragon in the sky, Rakmaninoth started up again, another punishing climb. Her wings tired, and she was annoyed. They had better keep up - she wasn't staying out of the clouds this time.
Below, Elisabeta was waiting. She'd even crossed her arms, tapping one foot while the idiots stayed back. T'san and X'vier's hesitation didn't surprise her, but C'zan and Ka'aen were serious disappointments. Ur'h was clearly biding his time - an intelligent move, and one she noted. Z'ves, however, was the only one to step up. His rush was sudden but poorly conceived, at least to one of her age. He still didn't realize he was little more than a hatchling, did he? Locking the hilt of her blade behind his, she used the leverage to twist herself out of the way, hopping over the sweeping leg and leaving his fist to punch open air. Now she was behind him, the two of them locked back to back by their entwined arms. Slamming an elbow towards the small of his back, she freed her knife, sliding the edge along his forearm if she could.
Freed, she turned away, giving him a nod. She wasn't worried about him coming at her back - clearly every single one of these cowards would obey the soft Selenitan idea that greens were given the choice, rather that hunted until their wings gave out. Just in case, though, she kept him in her peripheral vision, retreating a step so she might catch any movement from that corner. "Mirazeth, Rhiiseth, Viaqueth, Dsoleth," she commanded, gesturing to the space in front of her with her knife, clearly wanting them to line up before her. She was disappointed, and they would know it; each one would be blooded before they left. Unless, of course, they stepped it up.
Above, Rakmaninoth reached the clouds, powering through the greyness to emerge in the weak sunlight again. Pausing briefly, she flared her wings, allowing Rukbat to highlight her stripes. Cowards,[/color] she called back, waiting for them all to clear the cloud cover. I am caught, not swayed by prettiness or fancy flying. You must catch me, idiots.[/i] With that, she started her vertical climb again - catching would not be easy. Good thing for Rakmaninoth that males had a hard time dropping out of flights, or she might never be caught.
((Feel free to force catch, just make sure no one else got there before you!))
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Post by archenstone on Jan 28, 2011 23:23:14 GMT -5
Mirazeth pushed himself up after the older green. Clearly, age was not a hindrance to her. If anything, her age gave her experience to throw off her suitors. She was definitely a new challenge, of which Mirazeth would be happy to take. He pumped his wings, rising up as the....rather large green....went straight up. His only advantage was being higher then her when she started and soon it was very clear that even starting higher was not going to help him.
He tiled up, pushing upwards even as she rose faster than he. He was still several dragon lengths behind as he watched her slip through the bottom of the clouds. For a moment he worried about loosing sight of her. The sudden drop from cloud cover both surprised and delighted him. It was a lucky break he could use. He banked, dropping down after her and still only a few dragonlengths away from Dsoleth.....as if they were coordinating a flight maneuver.
He didn't care about the other males. In fact he could have pretended they didn't exist if not for their aggressive actions against each other. The Wasteland dragons seemed far more violent than necessary. Why waste energy when the Shining One was in flight? It was only his raised suspicions that made him keep eyes open for them. So when Rhiiseth moved in the trail claws down his back he had tucked his wings slightly to evade. It was unnecessary though as the blue was actually warning him. The action was very unexpected and Mirazeth replied with a warm, if cautious, Thank you....you as well. He flipped, curling his wings around his belly before extending them once more to chase. Where had she gone?
Movement caught his eye as he twisted his neck in time to see Rakmaninoth leaping from Dsoleth who looked slightly hurt; and went straight for him. She flew into his side, claws extended. He pushed back but he could already feel his momentum failing so he curled his left wing. The action made him drop several feet down and as he felt her claws leave his hide he aimed a parting thwap with his tail. He adored greens, truly did, and made a point to be in the air for as many as possible; but he refused to tolerate tooth and claw. Feisty one, you are.... he hissed. His mind voice was rather mild, quickly letting go of his issue with her and instead deciding he wanted to get back at her the best way possible. By being the one to have her.
He renewed his efforts and rose after her. His right side was sore and he wondered if the feeling of tiny ichor trails was real or a sensation brought on by his concern for his hide. He pushed upwards, seeking to gain the advantage over her. He rose through the clouds and wind from the brewing storm aided his wings in raising him higher. He burst through the clouds, eyes narrowing to adjust to Rukbat's rays. And then, he spotted her, light trailing across her shining hide. Was it his imagination or was she tiring? He made no noise to clue her on his push to reach her, nor did he speak until he dropped on her.....tightening his hold and curling his tail around hers to keep her safely tucked up against him.
You certainly offer one the best challenged I've had. Now it is time to let me repay you... He spoke firmly but kindly as he fell with her entwined.
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X'vier had quickly recovered himself and walked further into the flight rooms. He surveyed his rivals, making note of T'san whom he knew....and the others who were Wastelanders. She was one of them. Hopefully, she would choose them too. He stood to side opposite of U'rh. Even though he was not not physically attracted to her, he felt enough flight lust to take the sting out of his initial impression. The feeling was short lived though as he witnessed her attack U'rh in a profession frenzy. Was she going to do that to all of them? He felt for his knife. Its familiar weight against his hip did little to alleviate his bad feeling. He picked up on the warning Rhiiseth gave Mirazeth before the green attacked him.
Not thinking straight, he stepped forward. The green was pushing him. Her jabs at the unarmed blue only served to steel himself further. Only after several moments did he realized that any further movement would likely initiate a duel. He was confident in his abilities, but he loathed flights riddled in violence. The prospect of purposefully hurting the woman disgusted him. Even now after all he experienced as a rider, he still felt women should be exempt from violence. This woman, seemed to relish the danger her knife gave her. Her challenge only proved her desire. X'vier found it easy to resist, not truly wanting to take her. He could feel Mirazeth finally deciding to go all out though and inwardly cringed. Well, she couldn't be worse than a man....as long as he could throw that knife of hers far away from them both.
When U'rh rushed for her with the knife X'vier's natural reaction was to move forward as well. By the time he reached her, she had freed herself from the man and turned towards U'rh. The movement placed her with in his reach and as she starting speaking to them he grabbed her. One hand around hers, thumb pushing on a pressure point in hopes of making her drop the knife. His other hand had hold of Elisabeta's bicept. He could feel Mirazeth act similarly in wrapping himself around Rakmaninoth. In trying to disarm her he had inadvertently claimed her. He moaned softly....part in the rising desire and part because in the back of his mind... he knew he wasn't going to be happy tomorrow. Hopefully she didn't kill him afterwards.
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Post by Requiem on Jan 29, 2011 12:55:15 GMT -5
Ykkith brushed against the mind of His, ignoring the fine lines of dripping ichor that Lucith had opened on the inside of one hind leg. It wasn't deep enough to be of concern and mildly excited the brown. The mind of His was practical as ever, though. Well then. To business, he supposed. The eldest of the males hovered lazily over the tangle of blues, glancing to Rakmaninoth. Silly green. There wasn't a rising female in all the Weyr who could command his entire attention. More important things than her need to be possessed.
Besides. It seemed that the Selenitas pup was rising to the bait nicely.
Ur'h's smile darkened when her eyes found him, and he moved as soon as her attention shifted, circling calmly around. His opening would appear presently. Z'ves was a good distraction. It was not from Z'ves' corner, but the corner opposite that the threat to her freedom came. The brownrider noted X'vier's awkward attempt to nullify her and tsked softly in his throat. If only it wasn't protocol to protect the soft southerners from themselves...an annoyance to need the extra numbers. He was usually a big proponent of letting the foolish make their mistakes. Natural selection.
No way something that clumsy would subdue Elisabeta. The point of his dagger nudged into the small of her back. "It's not so bad," he murmured. "At least the pup has initiative." It mildly amused Ur'h. How displeased she'd be upon waking. (Not that this was much different from normal, of course, but as far as blows to pride went...) Content that the moment of danger had passed - Rakmaninoth's lust must be driving her now - Ur'h sheathed his dagger and glanced at Z'ves, eyes narrowed.
Not a need for that, the rather non-descript brown informed His. He didn't need the man's help for this one. Lucith really was too much of a loose canon. Rhiiseth and Viaqueth could hold their own, of course, and the tiny blue seemed to have no interest in what little challenge the soft Selenitas browns might provide, but Ykkith preferred to be sure. Viaqueth, at least, was his.
You pay too little attention to what you should, the male crooned to Lucith. No one ever said that he couldn't have fun while seeing that Demotaeth's orders were followed. The male was on Lucith before the words finished, dropping from above to take advantage of his preoccupation with Rhiiseth. You fit so nicely. Tail entwined with Lucith's, his jaws snapping near the smaller male's head as they plummeted. Are you sure you're not a green? Ykkith would get his amusement this Flight, one way or another.
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