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Post by Rei on Apr 23, 2011 0:12:59 GMT -5
It was hot. Terribly so. Especially here in the desert. Elysia would have much rather been able to do this elsewhere. Away from the unforgiving desert heat. But that wasn’t an option. Not currently anyway. It would be soon, very soon. The greenrider didn’t have to look at the darkly colored and scarred green sprawled out on a slab of desert rock behind her to know that. It was instinct. After years the woman could predict down to almost the actual second her green would rise. There was no point in fighting it. Never had been. They were one in this just like everything else. Onyth had been off since Saboth was torn away from her. Since they were forced to flee to Burimyu. It was reassuring, in a way, to know that things were starting to get back to some sense of normalcy. A slight twitch from the beast behind her had Elysia rising to her feet.
The greenrider had opted to wear nothing but a thin white shift, which she had changed into immediately upon arriving in the desert. Little sense in wearing much else with the heat and besides... Elysia had never been the modest sort. Turning her head, to look at what chasers her green had caught the attention of, the woman lightly drew a hand along one of Onyth’s ridges. The motion completed just as the female opened her eyes and shifted to lift her head. As the green started to gather her legs underneath her Elysia moved to hop off the large rock slab, her sandaled feet hitting the sand just as Onyth fully got her feet under her and rose in a long stretch.
The dark colored green spared her chasers the briefest of glances. She had never been one for showboating or making a spectacle of herself. They knew what she had to offer. And if they were not here and not paying attention then that was their loss not hers. That made them unworthy of her. Briefly Onyth’s violet whirling eyes scanned the barren landscape before she moved. In one almost seamless movement she sprang into the air, wings snapping open to catch the air. The green didn’t rise straight upwards though. Instead she shot out over the landscape and skipped from thermal to thermal, putting most of her energy into speed, before finally taking stock of her chasers positioning. Offering them one single pleased and playful trill she looped back on herself. Onyth hoped they all knew what they were getting themselves into. The green knew what she wanted in a mate and never settled for less than that. She wasn’t an easy catch and they all had a lot to prove if they wanted her.
Elysia made her way slowly towards her own half of the flight. Dark eyes flitting from one chaser to the next as she tried to gauge where they were mentally. With their dragons or held separate? The greenrider herself had perfected the art of keeping herself distant enough from Onyth to keep her head until the green was caught. Much safer that way. Especially at while she lived Benden. The woman was distrustful by nature and old habits died hard.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 23, 2011 17:35:00 GMT -5
He was further solidifying his lovely half-and-half tan today. Salenth enjoyed flying in the desert quite a bit. For one, it was one of the only safe places for a Burimyu dragon to take to the skies. The bronze loved the thermals and air pockets here too, though. They made his options almost limitless. Thus the pair spent a good deal of their free time - of which there was much too much here lately - in the desert.
The bronzerider had shed his shirt, but it did little to assuage the heat. Sweat still slicked his bare chest. He sipped at the flask he'd brought with him. Chasing Onyth had never been in question; Salenth refused to chase any female who was less than ten turns old. Unless he was forced to by shinyness, as in Jingth's case. Which left only one Burimyu green. Unfortunately, all the other mature dragons were males.
Salenth's inner lids slid up partially when Onyth stirred. You can get off my tail now, the bronze told his partner of just under thirty turns dryly. The forty-one-turn-old shrugged a shoulder. Salenth apparently decided that His wasn't moving fast enough, then, and tilted his tail to 'help' the man down. He stretched. Spread his wings a little to make sure they were limber. Then settled to wait for her to move.
S'rei glanced at Elysia, but Salenth's interest in Onyth wasn't bleeding over into him any. It never did. Not so much because the two weren't strongly connected. They actually were one organism by this point, not discernible from one another in either personality or emotion. Salenth simply wasn't an instinctive creature. He Chased less because he needed to mate and more because he liked to win. Thus the older, more experienced, more challenging greens. And yes. S'rei shared that trait in choosing his bedpartners. He definitely did. Not necessarily older, but more challenging? Yes. S'rei flashed a smile at Elysia that definitely had an element of a smirk hidden in it somewhere, though where was something of a mystery. Probably his eyes. The bronzerider's ego was hard to pin down. It wasn't hard to see, though, not at all, just subtle in its origins.
The bronze dragon took to wing shortly after Onyth did, letting the thermals buoy him, shooting him high with barely any effort on his part. Like a falcon, a hawk, a buzzard, an eagle...Salenth was made to fly in the desert. His wide wingspan and the endless thermals made it his playground. He had no trouble keeping up with Onyth. Nor any qualms proving it, as he dove past her close enough to change her course with his draft alone, circling below her and shooting back up on the rising air. Heat always rises.
S'rei seated himself on a rock, setting a booted foot over his knee and sketching lazily on the pad in his lap. He didn't even bother pretending that he was lost in the Flight. As if Salenth ever needed his help, anyway. Laughable.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 24, 2011 12:13:52 GMT -5
Darya lay sprawled on the ground, resting in the curve of her dragon’s scarred tail, and not so coincidently in the shadow of the blue’s body as well, though the relief from the sun was strictly temporary and it was no real relief from the heat. Darya disliked this location intensely, hated the sticky, merciless, heat, the lack of any kind of shelter, and beating sun. Everything Azrath loved about it in fact, if only he didn’t have a rider so prone to complaints (not to mention sunburn), the dark blue might have spent all his time basking on this very rock, which Azrath had proclaimed to be the perfect sunbathing rock for him.
The blue dragon’s head snapping up from his outwardly relaxed basking pose reminded Darya that they weren’t out here for relaxation, they were out here because Azrath insisted that he was going to explode if Darya didn’t let him chase someone, and the next green in the air happened to be Onyth. That, of course, led the two of them here, because obviously a scorching wasteland was the ideal location for holding greenflights. (Okay it was slightly more ideal than having every green to rise glow over Burimyu like a beacon, but was Darya going to let that stop her from complaining about it? No she was not!)
As Darya abandoned his rock Azrath gathered his feet under him and stretched out his wings for a few flaps they didn’t really need in preparation for the chase, making him look just a little silly for one moment before he leapt away from his rock, kicking off and pretty much instantly sideslipping into one of the many thermals that rose from the heated desert ground. He wasn’t going to waste energy doing what he could let his environment do for him. The blue seemed to move effortlessly over the pretty much empty landscape, staying in a fairly fixed position, above and behind Onyth, and slightly off to her left. Let his rivals show off for now, when her eye was on him Azrath would make an effort to impress, for now, he would simply make the effort to chase.
Darya gave a soft snort as Azrath kicked off, his wings kindly showering her in dust on the downsweep, then took a step back and leaned on the edge of the rock her blue had just vacated. She was making an effort to block out Azrath’s desire, which was ironically so much easier than blocking out her salamandyr in similar situations, but it was clear from the way her eyes came to rest on Elysia more often than anything else that the bluerider was probably fighting a losing battle in the long run.
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Post by Ember on Apr 24, 2011 21:10:18 GMT -5
Why she agreed to let Ioth ever chase anything, Iskierka would never know. She'd keep on blaming his pleases though. Whenever he used that word or used a sufficient amount of logic he seemed to win her mover. The former happened much more often than the latter. The woman was seemingly unbothered by the heat of the desert, though closer inspection would prove that false. Her hair was quite unusually tied up in a single high runnertail in an attempt to keep it off her neck and she forgo a long sleeved shirt to wear a t-shirt. Still, she wore pants and was standing in the harsh sunlight rather than taking advantage of Ioth's shade.
Upon seeing the sweat on His' frame, Ioth had more than once offered - polite suggestion, as it was known between the two of them - to shield her since he was the reason she'd been dragged out to the desert. It won't be long now, Ioth offered finally, having given up trying to make His more comfortable. Should have known Iskierka would refuse to sacrafice security for comfort. Using his shade meant sitting which meant she'd be at a disadvantage. Nevermind the fact that those present were comrades, or were supposed to be. Even she had to admit those present were the more experienced bunch. They ought to have soem semblance of control.
Upon seeing Onyth stand up, Ioth quickly mimicked the action. He wasted no time flinging himself up and after her, drifting from one thermal to the next. He gained more height than the others did though he quickly abandoned it in a skillfull display of his agility in the sky. With so many thermals to lift him and make his lfight easier, why not show off? He dove down on the other side of Ioth as Salenth passed by her. He gave her more than enough room for her to know he meant no threat before he twisted away with an almsot playful croon. Just like a game of tag among the older fliers at their new weyr.
Iskierka watched the dragons go up before shifting her attention to the human counterparts. It didn't look like anyone was too far gone yet. A blessing and a curse at the same time. It meant it was less likely for dragon-ruled people to go crazy but it also meant they were smarter for it. The bluerider gave her dragon nothing as she stood her ground, lazily watching Elysia. The greenrider knew well enough that Iskierka wouldn't play any games...most likely. There were rare occasions where she let herself go. She crossed her arms gently, bringing her hands away from the blades strapped to her thighs. Time to wait.
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Post by dragon on Apr 24, 2011 21:11:53 GMT -5
Frosstyth had been unnaturally grouchy of late. More than of late. C'oar knew exactly and expressly why, too. The male was rather pent up with his hormones, having had by far fewer greens to chase about in the sky, even if he hardly ever caught one. The burly brown needed to chase, beginning and end of story. But since the two had been rather busy in the Weyr itself, they naturally had not been present for any of the sparse, few, and far between flights that Burimyu had.
Having long since gotten good well and tired of Frosstyth's attitude of late, C'oar had paid a bit more attention ... well, honestly a lot more attention to the female dragons of the Weyr. Never before had he ever bothered. But his dragon needed to chase, and he was going to make sure the knothead did. Just to calm his big burly rump down if nothing else.
C'oar was not one who particularly enjoyed flights ... in times past he had not been particularly enthused every time Frosstyth chased. And now here he was plotting one for his dragon. At first he hadn't had the first clue how to go about figuring out when the next green would be going up. But he'd gotten it done eventually, and then cooked up a reason for Frosstyth to be there when it happened.
Of course, explaining the reason for this seemingly random journey to his dragon hadn't been pleasant ... especially since the dragon was used to C'oar being all about efficient and productive work. What was efficient or productive about traveling to a seemingly random location in the desert?
In any event, they were there and present. Expressly for Onyth's flight. Even if Frosstyth was a bit mystified by the whole thing. Resting on the top edge of a long sand dune with his tail trailing down the backside creating a new dune wrinkle, he watched the sleeping green. He couldn't remember back very clearly, but he was fairly convinced that expressly moving to join a flight was a new move for His. And it confused him. Even if he was simultaneously excited about the prospect of chasing a tail.
C'oar was bored, simply put. With nothing to do he was left sitting in the lee of the dune, out of the worst of the blowing sand. He, too, had his shirt off. But he wasn't all that uncomfortable, it was just a precaution. Forge heat and desert heat weren't quite the same, but they were similar enough. Heat, he was used to. Extreme heat he was also used to. Direct sunlight not quite so much, but his skin was tanned enough for it to not be a problem either. Sitting in the sand with his elbows propped on his knees, he really wasn't paying that much attention to what was going on on the far side of the dune. Not that they were all that terribly close anyway. It would be a hike to get there for sure, but it was better than getting Frosstyth laid open for crowding the green.
Heaving a bored sigh, he flicked his fingers idly to dislodge some grit from them. When Frosstyth shifted as Onyth awoke, C'oar looked at the sand cascading down the dune's flank in rivers. Looking up higher at where the Brown had risen to his feet, he also got to his own feet ... if simply to keep the grit out of his britches when Frosstyth's inevitable launch came.
I am here for you. Frosstyth mentioned almost quietly to Onyth as his head swiveled around on his neck as she flew past overhead. He hadn't bothered to shove off before hand because he didn't want to end up in front of her ... or worse yet, collide with her, given she was flying low. Turning he shoved off of his dune as he spread his wings, completely unconcerned for having waited as he did. He had the power and stamina to make up for the lag he was going to get.
C'oar watched him go, feeling his dragon's mind crawling through his and slowly taking over. For a short time he watched as Frosstyth skipped across the thermals in Onyth's wake, before finally turning and starting the trudge up the dune and over the mangled top to start down the other side. It was going to be quite a walk to get to where Elysia was hanging out, but he would get there. At least he wasn't glistening with copious amounts of sweat the way a lot of people would in the heat. Not that that crossed his mind; dragon's didn't sweat after all. He was just being a patient, steadfast chaser. He would get there, even if he was starting off a tad farther away than most. As Frosstyth made ground toward Onyth, so too did C'oar toward Elysia.
Concentrating on making up lost flight time, Frosstyth was quite pleased to see Onyth circle back over herself to come back again. He swerved out to the side to give her plenty of room to fly, while executing a turn of his own that would ... or should ... put him back in the running for her. Uttering a lusty croon to her, Frosstyth turned on what speed he had in an effort to keep up with her, to feel her wake rushing across his snout. That rush, the sight of such a lovely tail ahead of him ... it all made his blood boil.
He would catch this one. He would. She was too pretty to let get away!
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Post by rii on Apr 24, 2011 23:34:11 GMT -5
Twang.
R'ven's finger lifted to again flick at the end of metal coil protruding from the odd apparatus in his hands. He lounged in the shade, more to save his skin from a burn than being bothered by the heat. The dry heat of the desert was almost preferred over the humidity of the jungle. The brownrider certainly wasn't bothered enough by the weather to dress down. Pants and boots to keep the sand out of unwanted regions. The pale colored shirt that fit loosely around his frame the only piece on him that longed for a cooling breeze.
Twang.
A scaley dune shifted not too far off. Trilaranth's head lifted on cue with Onyth's stirring. The bond between rider and dragon chimed strongly, a single heartbeat felt between the two. R'ven's eyes fell to a half-close, gone, as his brown sprung in to the air, leaving a rain of sand in his wake. It wasn't hard for his large wingspan to lift his large frame from the ground and catch a thermal to do the rest of the work. He circled tightly as he rose, barrel rolling to dislodge the rest of the sand. There wasn't a green the brown wouldn't chase. He didn't speak to her. Trilaranth felt no need to annouce his arrival. Wasn't it obvious?
On the ground R'ven had absently moved to Elysia's area, a faint trace of a smug smirk on his lips..
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Post by Rei on Apr 25, 2011 12:01:07 GMT -5
Ah and here they all came. Like moths to a flame. Her flame. A thread of pleasure at that thought threaded though bright violet eyes. A very nice mix. Two blues, two browns, and even a bronze. Onyth wasn’t one to dwell long on color though. They could be gold for all she cared. All that mattered was how they performed. The green wasn’t looking for shiny and big. Just impressive and worthy. It remained to be seen if any of them had what it took to impress her or to catch her. Babies about half of them. The other half held perhaps some glimmer of appeal. Still it wasn’t right to dismiss any of them outright. Not right at all. Oftentimes the young ones held some surprising spark of promise. Dark colored talons unsheathed as a few of her males drew closer but Onyth made no further moves to use or display them. It should be enough to know that they were there and useable. An unspoken signal really. Get too close and they very well might draw ichor.
As the older green turned effortlessly back on herself and caught a crosswind, she caught sight of a large shadow descending from above. Tilting her wings ever so slightly to slow her forward momentum Onyth then steadied herself to ride out the displacement she knew was coming. A flash of bronze hide was all she needed to see to understand who the culprit was before the dark green rode the draft Salenth created towards another rising column of air. From the side Ioth then dove, his own current working with the bronze’s to push her off course from the thermal she wanted and towards Frosstyth, who had swerved sidewise and out of her way. Well then. This was going to be more fun than she had originally expected.
Where as Onyth might have been privately irritated at the interruption to her plans she was also privately impressed. Salenth knew how to fly and how to manipulate things to his benefit as he had just so clearly displayed for her. Something to keep in mind. Point one for the bronze one. And Ioth, even if he had not so intended, had also forced her hand in a way. Yes points for the blue too. A thread of excitement threaded through her gaze as she shoot past Frosstyth and then caught a thermal to slingshot her up towards the seemingly endless blue sky above and her larger chasers. There were no clouds in the sky today. No canyon, or waterfall, nor trees to be the green’s playground. It was simply knowing how to fly and how to use what obstacles you were given.
Using her wings, as well as the thermal, to put as much speed into the maneuver as possible Onyth shot past Trilaranth. Her tail tip flicked only a few feet from his snout before she looped backwards over him, her tail tip tracing briefly between his wings, before she rolled off to the side of his left flank and leveled out beneath and to the left of the younger brown. Then proceeding to shoot straight for the crowding Frosstyth’s face. Following much to close baby. Space. Not only did it irritate her but it put Frosstyth at a big disadvantage in maneuverability following that close. He would learn that he couldn’t avoid her following as close as he was. He was too big to avoid her and the scarred green to experienced and maneuverable.
Onyth didn’t strike out with talons however. No with a couple very hard flaps she shot over Frosstyth’s head, tail lashing to possibly smack him in the face, before she shoved off his shoulders with back legs (talons carefully sheathed) to springboard herself up towards Salenth and Azrath. Twisting to avoid the other males above she climbed higher sending a teasing trill back towards them all. Come show her. Had to work harder if you wanted to win.
This was where the older green’s experience in close range aerial combat came in handy. She knew how to work around her opponents, to use them to her advantage, and how to use the change in drafts they created against them. In the free and clear now Onyth gave one happy roll and leveled out, wings only minimally twitching as she waited for one of them to make a move. Plenty high enough now. Time for them to try and impress her.
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Elysia was actually quite pleased with the dragons Onyth had managed to draw. Almost all the older males that resided at Burimyu and a handful of young ones as well. A decent group. It remained to be seen how her dragon would choose. Although traditionally it had always been blues who had impressed the green enough to win, that was mostly because they were the only ones who could keep up. The larger males tended to be left behind normally. Here in the desert the bigger boys had a better shot, and even a bit of an advantage with their larger wings. So the outcome could end up being very interesting indeed. Dark eyes examining her chasers the Benden woman cataloged them by mental status. C’oar and R’ven gone, Darya still in her mind for the moment, Iskierka of course in her right mind as excepted, and S’rei completely in his right mind and….sketching... Seriously?
Dark eyes narrowed with quite a bit or irritation as Elysia started to stalk in S’rei’s direction and moved between the two mountain brownrider boys. Both hands of her hands stretched outwards out in a signal to stop and not to touch as she passed between them and continued her clearly irritated walk towards the bronzer. Stopping before the bronzer the greenrider’s hand shot out to try and claim his sketch pad, her voice holding just a trace of ice.
“And just what is more interesting than the flight hmm? Really bronzer you’d think that you of all people…” Elysia's voice trailed off as she caught sight of the little doodle and then she quickly turned from S'rei to hide her expression. The next words she offered were just a touch exasperated. “Could use sharper claws.” So staying she moved over towards C’oar, trailing fingernails up his bare chest before turning back to look over her shoulder and narrow eyes slightly on S’rei. “And that is not funny.” Tapping a fingernail against the brownrider again she pulled back from him and backed towards the seated bronzer, beckoning her other chasers closer.
Dark eyes turned back to her loose grouping of chasers then. Hmm How to play? Had to at least keep the lost entertained Elysia supposed. “You know this whole thing could have been thought out a bit better.” The greenrider remarked with continued irritation, while she had the attention of the ones in their right mind why not complain? “I detest sand. This whole thing is going to be one huge discomfort.”
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Post by dragon on Apr 25, 2011 16:40:59 GMT -5
Frosstyth crooned as Onyth came back toward him, ducking his head and hunching his shoulders to cant downward slightly as she headed right back toward him and overhead. Wow, she could turn on a mark! It wouldn't do to collide with her after all. But once that danger was passed again, he lifted his head again just suddenly, arching his neck and back this time, running his streamlined head along her side as she zoomed past and used his back as a launch pad.
That was a first. No one had ever done that to him before. But he was sturdy enough in the air that he was steady footing for her. Spreading his sails with a pop and heaving downward with all the strength he had, his back shoved upward in the air against her shove, giving her further momentum to zoom off with. Closing his wings just as suddenly and spinning over onto his back with a twist of his tail, Frosstyth curled up into himself almost like a big muddy ball lightening storm. Tumbling through the air as such, he spread outward again, whipping his tail around to reorient him. Very neatly, he had reversed his stance in the air ... even if he was still sailing in the same direction. Snapping his wings open, Frosstyth's sails filled with a loud crack against his momentum, and dropped him to a near halt in the air. Heaving back with his filled wings yet again, he shoved off in the new direction with a force akin to launching off the ground itself, he had compressed that momentum and air so forcefully. Beating his wings hard he gained more altitude. This time he didn't follow her quite so closely - he knew quite well that her launching off of him very well could have left him grounded for this whole flight. But he was encouraged to think that she wanted him to chase her - she'd left him intact after all. Slipping sideways in the air as he cruised forward, Frosstyth mantled his wings for a moment until he felt the warmth of a thermal rising around his belly. It cost him some actual life, but it gave him a much more dramatic appearance when he waited until he felt it to snap his wings open again and have it lift him higher into the air. The desert was riddled with thermal air rising, as was natural. But there were indeed a few places that were hotter and faster than the rest. These were the ones he sought out to help his brown bulk have a little more pizazz. He knew he was no where near as agile as she was, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to impress her.
Twisting in the air as the thermal carried him upward, Frosstyth tried something that he never had tried in the air before. He'd done it in water, but water was a whole other substance from air. It was thicker, for one. Rolling over onto his back and spreading his wings again into the thermal, he canted them backward beyond his back, arching the fingers of the wing backward. The sails filled with air and continued to lift him upward, even though he was upside down. His tail weaved and twisted though, trying to keep him balanced in the unnatural position he'd taken. Feet curled tight and hugged tight to his body for balance, Frosstyth dropped his head back toward the ground again. For a moment he hung like that, before seeming to slowly drop forward off an invisible ledge as his balance shifted forward. Sliding forward until he was dropping back toward the desert nose-down, he dragged his wings back in toward his back again.
This was probably going to hurt, but he would give it a shot anyway. Frosstyth waited until the last minute, and the hauled up and back for all he was worth, spreading not only his wings but all four legs too. Not that the legs did him much good. His wings roared with the air cascading and funneling through them, and at the lowest part of his descent the draft kicked up a huge spray of fine silt out of the sand, creating twin tornadoes trailing off behind each wingtip. Cutting back upward again with new speed gained from the drop, Frosstyth shot after Onyth again.
He was fairly satisfied with how it had worked, though he was silently bemoaning the stretched feeling of his membranes, and the strain it had put on his shoulders. Carrying the momentum until it was done, he went back to beating his wings hard and fast to keep the speed gained. A little workout and the tightness would leave.
C'oar paused when Elysia gestured for it, instead turning his gaze to watch what she was up to ... and S'rei. For reasons he couldn't explain, he was also a bit irked by the man. Though it was probably only because he had irritated Elysia and for no other reason. With Frosstyth in control, C'oar was pretty much not really aware of any real faculties and could only see other dragons. Onyth, Salenth, Azrath ... they were not human. So for all he knew, Salenth had slighted Onyth. Which was a terribly rude thing to do, and should never be done to a lady as fine as she. However; she seemed to have it well in hand at the moment, so he held his silence. Instead, attention was shifted back to her again as she moved off. She was somewhat confusing though. Coming over to him and touching him ... only to be quite clear that it wasn't an invite. And then to move back again toward the one that had insulted her. How wonky was that? But no judgment was passed; she undoubtedly knew what she was doing. Just because he didn't understand didn't mean she didn't. Females were always confusing, he knew that already. Responding to her wishes, he moved toward her again, following her toward her chosen location.
But something she said sparked his attention. Something about sand. "Only if you don't like sand. It makes a good polishing agent." C'oar answered. Though where that comment had come from was anyone's guess. Really. Who was polishing what?
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Post by Requiem on Apr 25, 2011 19:38:40 GMT -5
The burnished bronze circled, dipping a wing to Ioth in silent greeting and approval. Playing with greens was best done in tandem, no? They could be so very slippery, otherwise. He peeled off from Onyth with a flick of wings and an arch of back, diving a short distance while she climbed, almost as if her passing had caused an explosion in the air around her. Wings expanded and contracted like they themselves were breathing, continuously adjusting the speed and scope of his spin into something that seemed to pulsate.
A wing shot out to catch the edge of the thermal the young brown - Frosstyth - had chosen to use in such a...strange...way. Salenth assumed the young dragon was attempting to stick out by doing something so strange, and he certainly did stick out, but in a good way? Well, who knew the mind of a green? Wingtip caught and served to make his turn tight, dragging along the circumference of the thermal until a twist of body put him directly in it and shot him upward again, the male trailing his tail over the queer one's underbelly as Frosstyth finally moved from back to dive.
While teasing the green was a playful pasttime, Salenth was well aware that distance put him more out of her mind. Some distance was necessary, but not this much...not for more than a few moments. Strange brown. He skipped into a slipstream, winding his body and banking in such a way as to tack into the stream and use it to shoot him sideways out of it. What maneuverability was limited by his size could be overcome with such tricks as these, resulting in abrupt direction changes.
Into a second, more concentrated thermal. It only required a few flaps to have him shooting up past Onyth again at a ridiculous speed, Salenth wheeling out of it before it took him too much higher. He was now at an altitude high enough that it challenged his lungs with the thinness of the air. The bronze feigned a dive and grab for Onyth, pulling up short in another circle just twenty feet above her. Curious to see her reaction.
Darya and Iskierka. Elysia made the third of the riders who weren't youths at Burimyu, apart from Sel'n. He paid less attention to the twin smith mountains. They were more his son's peer group than his. The bronzerider's perusal of the others on the desert stands was not broadcasted. Indeed, he pretended not to notice that he'd caught Elysia's attention, adding a few more lines to the cartoon-like caricature of a woman with her fur all ruffled.
It should have been obvious when the greenrider reached for his pad, though, and he didn't try to keep it from her. The hidden smirk blossomed into the full expression when she stopped mid-sentence. "Coming right up," he returned, just loud enough for her to hear. Added claws, and then a bow about the neck for good measure. The bronzerider momentarily considered adding some charicatures of the other riders but...eh. Coming up with something unique for all of them might prove difficult.
It wasn't so much Elysia's comment as she backed toward him that got S'rei's attention as C'oar's repsonse. The older man blinked a couple of times. "Was that an attempt at coarse humor?" He snuck in a pinch to the greenrider's ass as he voiced the question. C'oar apparently liked being polished with sand. How...unusual. "If Onyth chooses a dragon with a rider who keeps their head, there's no reason to stay here in the sand. Hop a ride and come back when it's finished."
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Post by rii on Apr 25, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
Trilaranth watched the others with private amusement. His wings stretched to their fullest extent to allow him to continue his lazy spiral through the air. There was no reason for the sturdy brown to feel left out of the whole ordeal. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone - and why try for twist and turns that were clearly out of his league. Frosstyth's trick – which looked to him like a frightening runner thrown midair and pawing for the ground that wasn't there – kept Trilaranth firmed to the idea that only fools were pressured into performing to earn a green's favor. Trilaranth was power, he was strength – not some aerial dancer.
(If anything, maybe she should be trying to impress him. It was hard to take interest in a green beyond a glowing hide..)
But, fond of greens as Tril often was, the brown found it in himself to humor her little game. His short snout moved the small space to catch the tip of her tail against his muzzle. The turn he executed was well controlled and in no rush to chase after her dark form. Endurance he had, grace he did not. The only time the brown actually put forth effort into his flight is when the bronze went for a grab. Trilaranth, for a brown, was closer to the shade and size of a bronze and he had the wingspan to prove it. Two strong, full wingbeats sped him forward to intercede the attempt. Trilaranth put his mass in Salenth's path (regardless that Salenth had pulled short anyway, what would Onyth see but one dragon cutting off another's attempt?)
It wasn't a show of comradery, nor a youngster's mistake (ex: risking his own wings to being shredded). Trilaranth knew Salenth; well enough to know little to no harm would come to him. If anything, sparking a chance for a fight and spill of ichor only added to Trilaranth's reason to bully the bronze's position. The desert was so dull these long days. The brown made no attempt to grab Onyth. His tail flicked at her as she had done at him, but nothing more as he slid out of her path.
R'ven's eyes centered on Elysia's outstretched hand, the smile crooking further up the side of his lips. Greens were silly creatures. Did she really think a simple motion would hold him back if he wanted to move? She had no power over him. Alas, humoring greens was a daily task, and R'ven let her pass unhindered.
Teeth flash's briefly at the sound of C'oar's then S'rei's voices. R'ven fell into step a few paces behind Elysia, physically cutting the bulkier smith off from the grouping of riders. "Yes bronze, tell the green how to play her own game.." R'ven mused with mocking twist to his lips. His gaze slowly slide from Elyisa to S'rei. "She couldn't possibly figure something out on her own, hm?"
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Apr 26, 2011 15:16:48 GMT -5
Azrath gave a soft croon of admiration as the green turned flawlessly back on herself, leaving him temporarily flying along in the wrong direction. The blue viewed the situation as easily mended however, flaring out his wings to catch one in the edge of a thermal the blue spun his body over and around in one fluid motion as the warm air filled the membrane of his left wing and helped him along by lifting that side of his body higher than his right. Once he was facing in the right direction, now at a higher altitude the blue stretched his body out into as flat a shape as possible and shifted into a new airstream that took him higher above Onyth but pushed him in the green’s direction faster. Time to regain some lost ground.
As he caught up again Azrath was briefly amused to see Onyth using one of her younger chasers as a springboard in a move that sent her rocketing upward with the aid of yet another of those plentiful thermals that sprung up from the heated sand. Azrath banked and veered off his course to give her room, turning his speed into a quick loop around the edge of the thermal Onyth was using before selecting one for his own use and using his built up momentum to slingshot his body into it. Wings tilted, body angled and Azrath rode his thermal upward at a speed to near match the green.
The blue sideslipped and repeated his earlier trick of getting the air itself to send him rolling out of it, although this time the result was a simple barrel roll rather than the more complex earlier move. The roll took him directly under Onyth for a moment, only a few feet benath the claws of the green, and a second rotation took him away, into another thermal that he rode upward only far enough that he could cross over Onyth’s back, with a playful trill of his own and settle back into the chase. Normally the blue would have regarded such moves as too great a drain on his energy at this point in a chase, but the desert sky was a tempting playground of thermals and winds and Azrath intended to make free of these resources as much as he could.
Darya’s eyes followed every move Elysia made, and her mouth curve up into a slight half smile, both signs of Azrath’s admiration for Onyth’s form and flying rather than indications of any particular opinion on the bluerider’s part, still she retained enough of her own mind to make no move towards the greenrider. In fact Darya’s expression registered a little more of a smile at Elysia’s reaction to finding S’rei sketching something, absently she wondered what exactly S’rei had drawn that was not funny.
‘A good polishing agent or not,’ where in the world had the brownrider dragged that up from, and why he thought it was relevant Darya couldn’t guess, ‘I personally could live out my life quite happily without sand in certain places. So I’m forced to agree that this whole thing could use some more thought.’ S’rei got an irritated glance for his comment, mostly because she knew she’d be lost in an instant if Azrath managed to win this chase. ‘If it comes down to you needing a lift from us S’rei,’ the us in this sentence was clearly (to Darya) her and Azrath, ‘you’ll be walking home.’ She was fairly sure that the other riders would feel the same way, possibly, of they weren’t dragons by now.
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Post by Ember on Apr 26, 2011 18:15:44 GMT -5
Scratch that thought. At least two were gone, and another on their way. Iskierka shook her head ever so gently, Well, she'd just remain way over here, thank you. No need to involve herself with flight-lusted fools or the banter amongst those not totally gone. The beckoning from Elysia went ignored. If the greenrider for some reason decided to take offense this time around that was her business. Besides, she wasn't all that far away anyways. Well within hearing range. The sand conversation had her amused briefly. Yes, it would be quite uncomfortable to have all that sand in places it should not be.
Ioth was privately quite amused that, between him and Salenth, Onyth was quite obviously made to choose a different path through the skies. The best part? She wasn't even angry, or so it seemed. He greeted Salenth in kind before twisting about to follow the green. He played the part of her shadow for a bit, mimicking many of her actions, though he gave the other males a wider berth. Frosstyth and Trilaranth. The young ones. He'd take his chances giving them space, even if it wasn't as impressive. Besides, watching the others could provide and interesting opportunity. Such as when Salenth went to dive for Onyth and Trilaranth moved to intercept.
He used a thermal to rapidly rise, jumping to another to keep underneath Onyth. He was being a bit bold, he decided, as he flipped underneath the green to drift under her on his back and crooned at her. If she went too low trying to escape the larger males she'd fall right into his waiting claws. Ioth only remained there briefly though. Upside down flying was not easy, nor was it meant to be used for any serious length. The blue tilted downwards and let gravity pull him out from under Onyth. He flipped right side up before speeding to another thermal and used it to rise in a spiral. This flight was rather fun.
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Post by Rei on Apr 26, 2011 20:07:03 GMT -5
As Onyth leveled out of her climb and her wings stilled she nonetheless kept moving. Using the winds mostly to save her wings. Occasionally she changed speed and direction but mainly she was curious to see what her chasers would do. And if any of them thought themselves good enough to make a pass for her. Frosstyth’s little bizarre trick had the green tilting her head, a thread of amusement passing through her gaze. Why was he imitating a dead fish? His trick didn’t seem to have much of a point and it looked a bit uncomfortable and difficult besides. But he had amused her with his obvious attempt to impress. Onyth denied to offer him the barest brush of amusement for his efforts. Points for amusing her she supposed even if his trick had failed to impress.
Azrath was performing wonderfully for her. The green’s violet eyes watching his form as he playfully cavorted around her. An excellent representation of how a blue should be able to fly. Elegant and quite impressive. An encouraging croon was given to the older blue as she looped around him and bisected his path, only to break away with a twirl. Lovely sky dancer. But he would have to do better and put in just a touch more effort if he sought to earn her. Still he was well on his way. Ioth too amused her with his mimicry. Very well pulled off for a blue. Not quite as tight as her own moves but executed well enough that Onyth offered him a encouraging brush as well. Impressive. Come show her more.
Speaking of impressive, for a bronze Salenth was performing quite admirably. The way he used the winds and his wings with near effort precision impressed her. The older bronze knew how to fly which really wasn’t all that surprising but he was also staying a prominent fixture in her flight. Which to Onyth was a bit of a surprise. Most of the larger dragons who had ever chased her were a passing thought at best. Not so with Salenth. The bronzes demeanor could almost be constituted as playful perhaps. Which intrigued her. Thus when the green caught sight of him making a dive for her the older female readied herself to avoid, a playful and excited thread of color whirling though her gaze. Did he really think he could catch her? Onyth found herself both amused and excited at the thought. Come bronze one. If he so dared.
Her moment of excitement was broken however by the sudden entrance of Trilaranth who purposely bisected Salenth’s flight to cut off his maneuver. For what? A sudden surge of irritation passed through the green. Onyth for all her quiet demeanor was a very prideful creature. She knew her abilities and didn’t choose to brag or display them for all to see. But she was experienced. Tough. Capable. One only had to look at her hide and that way she flew to know that. Did this baby think her some soft southern green to be coddled and protected? She could take care of herself quite admirably thank you very much. Where as some greens might have been grateful to the brown Onyth was irritated at the prick to her pride. As Trilaranth’s tail flicked at her she only barely resisted the urge to snap at it. Instead she rolled off her crosswind and away from her chasers, catching another thermal and riding it halfway before rolling out of it and into a looping twist that turned into a backwards dive at the apex of the circle.
Falling for a few moments Onyth brushed Salenth’s mind with encouragement. A clear challenge behind the feeling. Come bronze one. Dare he try again? That done she gave gentle brushes to her blues. Come play in the aerial ballet with her. Swinging out of her dive in a sudden turn the green shot into another thermal and rose in a twisting zigzag pattern as she climbed upwards again trilling encouragement to Frosstyth as she passed him by. Only then was Trilaranth given the briefest of looks. Mostly to keep him in sight more than out of any desire to invite him closer.
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Elysia was privately amused at S’rei. Cocky bastard. What did you expect from a bronzer? Still his smirk was returned with the barest traces of an amused smile and a brief flash of humor in her gaze as he complied with her suggestion. Turning from the older man as C’oar spoke, one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. A flash of a confused expression dancing across her face before the greenrider jumped at the sudden pinch to her ass. Didn’t take a genius to figure out where that had come from. A glare was shot over her shoulder at the seated bronzer but the look had little malice behind it. She didn’t move to correct him strangely enough. Though it could perhaps be argued that this was because of his idea. That and the fact that she suddenly had a very big brownrider falling into step behind her. R’ven was treated to an icy look of warning.
Elysia didn’t like having her space invaded. And certainly not by large men. It made her highly uncomfortable and, although she would never admit to it, perhaps slightly nervous as well. But never would she let herself be intimidated. Not by some young dragon controlled upstart who thought himself something else. A soft growl left the woman’s throat at both Darya and R’ven’s comments. The words following the noise containing enough irritation to make her point clear. “I see nothing wrong with the bronzer’s idea. Maybe you’re into sand orgies but I for one would rather not be forced to uncomfortably polish things nor dig sand out of places it certainly does not belong.” A look was then given R’ven but she made no comment. His words were not really addressed to her anyway.
A sideways glance was given Iskierka afterwards. “Not wanting to join the party love?” That was the bluerider’s right Elysia supposed. But as it was looking the only two capable of keeping their heads in all this were S’rei and Iskierka. “Would you mind a lend of Ioth if he doesn’t win?” Came the question, the tone conveying only the slightest trace of a plea. “I’ll make it up to you.” How the Benden woman wasn’t sure but she could surely think of something. She didn’t ask S’rei, figuring that he would not have offered the idea if he and Salenth were not willing to do the same.
Finally her gaze returned to the rest of her chasers as a whole and Elysia gave a soft snort. Not really very interesting on the human side this time around. Though with the sand and heat she wasn’t into prancing around and playing. Too uncomfortable. Moving back to give herself some more space from the larger men she kept the brownriders in sight and mind. Not trusting the ones without their heads about them at all. A flash of a seductive smile was given C’oar to keep him in the game before the greenrider regarded R’ven again. She didn’t move to approach the other smith though. Elysia wasn’t into getting herself trapped.
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Post by dragon on Apr 26, 2011 21:40:52 GMT -5
Frosstyth twisted his body, hips counter to shoulders at the sensation of a male dragon's tail trailing across his belly. Somehow ... that just seemed ... so ... wrong. Whyyyyyy? Shivering from headknobs to tail forks, he twisted in the air and gave Salenth a bit more room in the air, all while rubbing his belly with the sides of his legs and looking at the bronze a bit askance. Talk about heebiejeebies.
Distracted as he was by the larger male, Frosstyth managed to miss the not quite approving look that Onyth gave him ... though in his mind he could only wonder if she had liked it or noticed at all ... of course optimism made him think he had instead missed a nicely surprised and pleased reaction. Getting his head back in the race now that the crawly sensations were more or less gone from his hide (as long as he didn't think about Salenth anyway), Frosstyth went back to trying to make up ground toward Onyth. For now, he went with the simple and straight forward. He may be fairly young, even if not the youngest of the lot, but he certainly wasn't stupid. Especially not after feeling how difficult his stunts had been, and seeing how effortlessly the two blues pulled off their tricks ...
Tricks just weren't his forte, even if he was trying very hard to play her game. He would have to quit that if he was going to get anywhere here. He needed to start playing into his strengths now. Especially since she was sloughing off to the side again, taking off in a new direction that was more or less straight.
This, he could do. This he could do very well. Turning to the power that his muscular body contained, he swept his wings in vast, powerful strokes that propelled him through the air at speeds that a Bronze would be hard pressed to match, but a Blue could not sustain for very long. Frosstyth, on the other hand, was a powerhouse and could do just that all day long. All day he could and would for her. Hide rippling and flowing over burls that grew even more pronounced with the exercise, the muddy thunderstorm that was his hide stood out even greater with the varying light that played across it due to the changing shadows that his wings cast on his own body. It made him look like he really was a roiling storm, thundering across the sky with a power to be contended with.
Frosstyth was happy to have Onyth's acknowledgment and encouragement, though he was somewhat disheartened to note that he was the last one she encouraged. That ... wasn't a good sign. Even if there was one that she didn't necessarily encourage at all. That didn't matter. Being tail end charlie just wasn't good enough! Determination mixed with lusty need, and he added everything he had to the effort to catch up to her ... and hopefully actually catch her. He could do this!
C'oar crossed his arms over his chest, and took a more relaxed stance where he was, his booted feet protected from the hot, coarse sand that was beneath him. He was partially with Frosstyth ... okay, mostly was probably a closer word. It was somewhat confusing to not have much of anything he could really do that would possibly improve his stance in her sight. But at the same time ... there was that niggling of his own mind in there, trying to figure out why in the world he'd said what he'd said. Of course, he could completely understand the various strange reactions he'd gotten for it too. Not that it bothered him much. Not so much their reactions to him as his own reaction to him. He wasn't given to such random statements. He'd long ago adjusted to everyone thinking he was a big hunk of brainless beef. Even if he was the furthest thing from it ... just because he didn't say much didn't mean he didn't think much. He didn't bother to answer S'rei, mostly because right now Frosstyth was really being weirded out by the bronze, and partly because there really wasn't anything he could say that would really ... make things any less awkward.
Similarly, he was pleased to get some positive attention from her, but also noting that he was the last one. It did not escape his attention the wary look she gave R'ven. But again; there wasn't much he could do about it. Right now, partially convinced he was a dragon, he was ready to sock R'ven in the face if she called for it. But such a thing he wouldn't do otherwise, knowing that if she didn't expressly call for it, it would only give him a negative reaction, rather than the positive that Frosstyth was looking for.
So for the moment C'oar stayed exactly where he was, heedless of the sun falling over his broad brown shoulders while watching the interactions of the others. Silent sentinel, ready to act when called upon, but not before hand. Sand or no sand.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 27, 2011 22:34:22 GMT -5
One wingbeat. Two. Three. Then Onyth and Ioth were clear and Salenth banked, rolling into a twist that he timed with the downstroke of Trilaranth's wings. He plunged past the brown, brushing against him the entire way and punctuating the brush off with a slap of his tail that wasn't entirely unintentional. Wings flared to terminate the twist, angled to catch the slipstream and propel him in a direction perpendicular to Onyth's path. It had taken but a moment for the bronze to conclude that Trilaranth must have known that Salenth's attempt was feigned, as the brown was not a stupid dragon; it was the height of foolishness to attempt to intercept a diving bronze otherwise.
And he didn't mind the younger dragon's challenge. Not at all. It gave Salenth another outlet for his natural competitive streak. Good luck, youngling.
In fact...why not include everyone? He hadn't failed to notice Frosstyth's strange reaction to the brush of his tail. That other youngling must spend too much of his time around the rather narrow-minded humans. He cut into the edge of a thermal, skipping from one air current to the next with stark efficiency. A straight line was not always the most direct way to reach any given point, contrary to popular thinking. Salenth employed no embellishments this time, though his mind brushed with amusement against Onyth's, accepting her challenge. If she wanted him after her in earnest he was more than willing to oblige. No, no embellishments, merely the angling, diving and banking that had him moving his swiftest toward his target.
Which just so happened to be the expressly vulnerable and unimaginative brown, who powered in a straight line after Onyth, expending needless energy. Salenth cut into an opposite stream, using the eddy where they crossed to conceal his intentions, looping and banking mid-loop in a nearly ninety degree turn that took him just beneath the large youngling. A suggestive croon was offered Frosstyth, tail swishing over his abdomen again. Salenth found mid-air shudders decidedly amusing. He arced up and over Frosstyth, completing the circle with a twist that had him upright and pointed back in the direction from which he'd come, stalling for a moment against the stream before he dove at an angle and caught another thermal up.
He broadcasted his intentions moments before he blasted upwards between Azrath and Ioth, tucking wings tight so as not to interfere with their flight and tugging them both up in the wake of his passage. He'd lose momentum soon, the blues shooting up past him partly on the bronze's power, but he'd timed this ploy when they were flanking Onyth and her only choice was up or down. So she was right above him. The male was pleased...hijacking the blues and having Onyth above him limited Trilaranth's options for interference. (And gave both Azrath and Ioth optimal chances to steal Onyth for themselves if Salenth's calculations were off.)
Sure enough, though, he reached the apex of his ascent without aid of his wings just beneath the green. Arching backwards for the dive that would offer him another chance if the blues didn't close the deal, his underbelly almost touched her, claws clasping for her in a move that would put them belly to belly if he managed the catch.
No reaction was offered R'ven apart from the rise of a brow. Darya received a much more amiable response, probably because he liked the woman and she was always contrary just for the sake of it. Any verbal response, however, was truncated by a growly Elysia. Oh. Was she defending him? That amused, something he didn't bother to keep from his face. When she went silent, he smiled at Darya. "Well, if you can keep that aging head of yours, Salenth and I have no such objections," he commented, with no small amount of playfulness.
S'rei went back to his pad, sketching in quick concepts to flesh out later. A small figure on what might have been an island at a distance, a feminine figure melting and attempting a growl despite the fact, a mass of something or other rolling through the sand and the last with ridiculously enlarged limbs and an equally ridiculous mustache. It might have been mere coincidence that the pad was angled in such a way as to allow Elysia a glimpse of it.
The bronzerider's eyes flicked over the other 'males' close enough to hear him. "What? Are my abs intimidating or something?" He glanced down at the scarred musculature - fairly unimpressive compared to mountain smith #1 and #2 - as if trying to divine what their secret was. Then he shrugged a shoulder. Between the glares and verbal darts, you'd think they had more interest in him than Elysia. Nevermind the distinction between good and bad interest. (That and the fact that it was typical bronzer hubris to think oneself the center of attention.)
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