Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Oct 22, 2011 21:59:38 GMT -5
“Mouse, don’t you dare.” The tall bronzer’s voice came out in a threateningly low tone. He was in his weyr, fingers digging into the wood of his chair. His green salamandyr was poised nobly on “her” couch, her body glowing unmistakably. He may have had a bronze dragon, but he and Romeoth had attended enough flights to know what that glowing meant. Romeoth himself was poised on his couch, watching the spectacle with half lidded eyes. “ WHY is she glowing so soon, Rom? She’s practically a baby herself! Oh Faranth!” Romeoth chuckled heartily, stretching his neck out towards the mandyr. Don’t ask me. Why would I know anything about these creatures’ mating habits. But… And he affixed his rider with one massive, amused eye. If they’re anything like green dragons, if she’s running this soon, then it most likely means she’ll have a healthy sexual appetite for the rest of her life.
THIS wasn’t happening. He noticed the amusement in his dragon’s voice and he didn’t appreciate it one bit. Didn’t Romeoth know he was suffering? It was one thing when Rom ran. He had learned, from years and years of practice, how to push the flightlust to the back of his mind. With Mouse, it was different, rawer…more animal. Bronzeriders just weren’t equipped to deal with green mating lust. “ Oh no you don’t!” He cried out, jumping towards the salamandyr. He didn’t want to hurt her…he just wanted to catch her so he could, well, he didn’t know exactly. Lock her up? Keep her contained somehow all day? Just anything to keep her from running. Unfortunately for the tall man, the salamandyr was just too fast for him and she was gone before he got to her, which ended badly for K’ian when he smacked his face sharply on the edge of the couch, causing him to issue a hiss of pain. Getting up quickly revealed a large cut on the man’s lip. He turned around, still on the ground, nursing his busted lip. Mouse was poised on the counter, her glow seeming to have brightened a little. Silly mine. Leaking you are. She smiled happily, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil she was causing him.
“Rom, help me!” The man bellowed. The dragon didn’t move though, other than lifting his head and chuckling lightly. “ I’m glad this amuses you. Will you just catch her already?” Why? He looked at K’ian. As I recall, I didn’t want you to impress the worm in the first place. Do the words, “You got into this mess”, ring a bell? As far as I’m concerned, you deserve anything you get. K’ian shot to his feet, eyes widened to dramatic proportions as he grabbed for his dragon’s neck, practically clinging to the bronze beast for dear life. “ What if I have to sleep with a guuuyyyyyyy?” The man’s usual composure seemed to disintegrate with each passing second. Rom gave him a not-my-problem look, and in a glowing flash, Mouse was gone, skittering off of the counter and out of the weyr. “Nooooooooo!” The bronzer wailed, letting go off his dragon’s neck and crumpling to the ground. “ What do I do now?” He practically whimpered. Rom looked down at him with a look that clearly said “Are you kidding me? Seriously?” and laughed again. If I were you, I’d get your weyr ready. It looks atrocious in here, like a bachelor lives in it. If he could grin, he would have…from ear to ear. Of course, he’d have to have ears for that. Maybe from headknob to headknob was a better phrase. But the bronze wasn’t done. Oh no. He had more to say after that. I'd pay particular attention to the bed if I were you. He chortled, turning his gaze to the door. And if I were you, I'd work quickly. Your suitors should be here at any second...as for me, I think that's my cue to leave. The big dragon rose, stretching his wings out as much as he could. K'ian's eyes widened as he watched his dragon. "No, Rom, no!" As much as I like to see you suffer the consequences of stupid decisions, I'm not so keen on seeing this play out. Oh...and spare me the details later...especially if you get a guy. K'ian growled and dove for his dragon, but Rom had already folded his wings and dropped out of the weyr. " Don't leave meeeeee!" The man watched the dragon spread his wings as he neared the ground and then disappear into the jungle.
" Shells and shards!" K'ian roared, scrambling off of his dragon's couch. He proceeded to run around the room, picking clothes up and tossing them in his closet, and making his bed as the lust burned inside him. He didn't know how green runs worked. Did he use the flight rooms? Did he go out where he could see Mouse? Throwing some nicer clothes on, the bronzer brushed back his hair. Wait. Maybe he could stop her! He rushed out of his weyr, hoping to find her before she started.
Mouse had already escaped the weyr and was standing in a little clearing, her hide glowing more brightly than ever. She looked immensely pleased with herself. Boyyyyysssssss! Mouse trilled in a pleasant voice, her tone sickeningly sweet. Come chase prettiest, bestest, prettiest, glowyest 'mandyr ever. I wait, don't make. She crooned, broadcasting to the males, her wings spread out fully, membraneless frills extended. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Woe to any male who didn't think her worthy of chasing. She was beyond worthy, she was amazing. And any males who came to suit her had better bring her a gift. She didn't say anything about it, because it should be a given. She was perfect, and perfection deserved gifts. So she waited for the males she knew would come, standing with a regalness only queens should possess.
K'ian, for his part, did not get too terribly far before Mouse's lust took him over completely. Standing tall, the man smirked lightly, walking with an inner confidence out into the hall, he cocked his head lightly. " Boyyyyssss." He purred, echoing his salamandyr's words. " Come chase." Mouse/K'ian poised himself near his door, eyes narrowed lustily. If they wanted her, they'd have to come and get her. SHE did not chase anyone. He was the most gorgeous salamandyr in the weyr, the most perfect and best. No. He did not chase anyone. And if those males knew what was good for them, they'd bring her a gift. Oh, did he like gifts, he grinned lightly, purring with satisfaction.
"Hurry..., Rider and salamandyr said in unison. They didn't not like to be kept waiting.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 22, 2011 22:42:42 GMT -5
“I didn’t realize he could be such a bitch.”
I hope you understand, Kyrahth said, singularly unruffled, That I can’t actually understand you when you smash your face into your pillow. Further, however, I do not /want/ to understand you. Please, continue abusing Futh’s. I guarantee it will accomplish exactly nothing at all. The green dragon was sprawled idly on her ‘ledge, contentedly still since her Flight—it hadn’t surprised A’emi that she’d picked Castidenloth; the blue had always been a favorite and since he was beginning to want to punch M’kai for various reasons, Futh hadn’t quite been in the running. The dragon blinked calmly at him, and then tilted her head to blink at Darkling, who was fast asleep, sides rounded with her meal, beside her; the firelizard had long outgrown her fear of Kyrahth and Kyrahth, for her part, allowed her to live, sleep, and eat in proximity to her unharmed.
“Argh,” A’emi answered eloquently, and folded himself up onto the bed, lifting his head at length to squint at Kyrahth; he looked a mess, probably, but as far as he was concerned, nobody was likely to see him. At least, not before he shaved and/or ran a brush through his hair. “Why aren’t you sympathetic to my woes?” he asked, and it might’ve been pathetic if his voice hadn’t been utterly deadpan, one eyebrow quirking. Ha-ha, sympathetic Kyrahth, good joke. “I bet if you were sympathetic and likeable and nice you and Onyth could be best friends forever. Then, because the universe couldn’t handle the pair of you liking each other, there’d be earthquakes and volcanoes and a mass apocalypse. It would be great.”
Kyrahth shot him the nasty sort of look that said you’re insane as clearly as words. Instead of answering him, the green instead blinked and said, Where’s your worm? You know she’s undermining your efforts at being angry when she cuddles up to Futh’s, don’t you?
Which she was, except that she wasn’t at that moment because Titania was quite far from M’kai’s weyr, thanks; oblivious to her sister’s glowing she was not. The serpentine female had taken note of Mouse’s glow quite early, and had quietly gone about life in much the ordinary way as not to alarm Hers, but the knowledge was still there. And now…she uncurled from her spot, tucked up in a convenient crack in the wall at Mouse’s mental call and leapt out of it, flaring open her wings to carry her in a glide across the floor and falling into a quick scampering pace when she landed. Love, you may wish to prepare yourself, she deigned to add to A’emi, all was fair in love and war and she may as well warn him now that it was too late to stop her, My sister’s does not seem likely to be thrilled by your company come morning.
Your what? What?
Titania ignored him as she slipped out of the weyr and towards Mouse, flicking her the sharp spines of her frill open in greeting as she approached, eyes sliding into purples. Sister, crooned as a genuinely affectionate greeting. (Titania was fond of Mouse as a sibling and as a companion—in blatant defiance of A’emi’s dislike for Hers and her—the latter because he just didn’t think Mouse was that smart, but Titania had never really expected brilliance from her kin anyway, so it was of little matter.) Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets, and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes…and the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully, sister. It is an honor.
Is she—
“Oh my fuck,” A’emi answered dumbly, ignoring the derisive disbelief in Kyrahth’s question. He curled on the bed, squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to ignore Titania. “What the—” Not quite unfamiliar but unfamiliarly strong, the heat pooled down his spine, coiling in the pit of his stomach. Thrill of the Chase but the wrong side. Titania. Chasing? He laced his fingers through his blanket, groaned in soft dismay. “Kyrahth,” he snapped out. Her control was pulling at his mind, dotting black and white into his vision as he resisted, “Tell Futh he corrupted my fucking Salamandyr. And then leave me the fuck alone so I can die of embarrassment. Thanks much.”
Well, Kyrahth answered, dry amusement sliding into her tone now, Always knew she wasn’t quite right, didn’t we. We’ll see how long that lasts. Maybe Futh’s can come help you, shall I add th—
She didn’t quite duck in time to avoid the pillow A’emi flung at her face.
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Oct 22, 2011 23:37:47 GMT -5
Gneiss blinked mildly, turning his head just so to make the muscles on his neck stand out. He was waiting. Waiting for the compliment he knew would come because he was Just That Amazing. His was well trained - within a couple seconds of him striking the pose, Qaena looked up from her fidgeting and said, "You are looking quite handsome, Gneiss." Oh the irony of his name. He was most definitely not a nice salamandyr and his name certainly didn't have that meaning...but the sound was the same.
Suddenly the brown struck an awkward pose, one that did not display strength but listening. And then he snorted and said, Go no. The brown leapt from the edge of the bed, wings doing little more than to break his fall, and skittered out the door. Alarmed, Qaena dashed after him only to see he was already long gone. The little guy could really motor when he wanted to, apparently. Heeee! Oh, Nana! The little goes to chase, he does! So cute. The love bug has undoubtedly bitten him! Ah, but, you must go find the little's intended's beloved, no? Khiraeth's words sent the greenweyrling into an immediate panic.
Sure, the green was old enough that sex would not disturb her but...but Qaena had thought there was a minimum of two months left before she'd have to deal with flights. She was simply Not Prepared and Extremely Disturbed. Still, she recognized the truth as Gneiss' lust started to wash over her a bit. Only...a bit? Qaena could only feel enough from the brown to vaguely know where to go and that there was likely something extremely attractive there. Wasn't there supposed to be overwhelming passion or something?
The greenweyrling drifted along with the vague feelings until she spotted K'ian. And then she knew. She knew it was his green running. Although K'ian was attractive, Gneiss simply didn't overwhelm her and she remained scared and oh so small as she approached the bronzerider. Please oh please let someone else come, the girl thought, clinging to Khiraeth's mind like it was a flotation ring and she was drowning. Meanwhile, Gneiss had found his female and he puffed up, showing off every inch of his impressive form. He had no gift for her besides himself, but that was enough, no?
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Aftershock
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Post by Aftershock on Oct 23, 2011 0:08:25 GMT -5
Cainith was in the kitchens, peeling tubers, with Rollhead resting comfortably on his skull. He never liked peeling vegetables very much, since the knives were so small in his massive paws, but he bore the chore without complaint, and had a good pile already done. Suddenly, Rollhead perked up, as if he heard something. "Rollhead hear female. Rollhead chase," he said simply before crawling down Cainith's back, his tiny claws gripping the man's clothing until he got down to his thighs, at which point he jumped off and glided to the ground, scampering out of the kitchens. Cainith, for his part, stopped what he was doing, and was about to ask his 'mandyr about what he meant when the Lust hit him for the first time. Dropping the knife and tuber from his hands, he began walking out of the kitchens after the blue, snatching a cooling bubbly pie off a counter on his way, ignoring the indignant shout from the drudge working on it.
The two males made their way down the hallways of the Weyr, Rollhead guided by pheromones and the call of Mouse, Cainith following his bonded as he skittered along in pursuit of the female. Suddenly, Rollhead realized he had no gift, and nearly jackknifed in his sudden turn, quickly reaching the pursuing Cainith and climbing up his leg and into his ever-present snatchel, retrieving a mouthful of meat from one of the meatrolls near the top of the pile of food contained within. Gliding back to the floor, he continued his trek, finally rounding a bend and seeing the group gathered before K'ian's weyr. Skittering up to Mouse, Rollhead flared his golden frill proudly, and deposited the chunk of meat before Mouse, his eyes purple with Runlust as he mindsaid to the green, "Rollhead come to catch beautiful Mouse. Bring food from Goddess. Much divine power. Best gift."
Cainith, for his part, rounded the same corner following his 'mandry and saw the crowd... and noted who his Runlust pushed him towards. His sensible mind rebelled as he saw it was the bronzerider the Lust was attracting him to, and he almost seemed to walk like a robot as his logical mind fought against the urges instilled by the Runlust from his salamandyr. Plodding up behind K'ian, he could not resist placing his huge hand on the man's shoulder before saying, "I'm here. A bubbly pie, for you. Best gift." His speech patterns unintentionally beginning to match his bonded's, Cainith's face was a war between a lusty grin and a horrified scowl, not wanting to sleep with what was not only another male, but one of the only remaining Wastelanders, to boot.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Oct 23, 2011 11:16:31 GMT -5
Kurro was hardly a typical male. He was prowling the Weyr in search of new trouble to cause when he spotted Mouse heading for the clearing. What a perfectly lovely female she was! Chuckling to himself, Kurro made to head in her direction, eyes turning purple. Kurro come, he intoned. Of course, it wasn't nearly so easy as that. For where ever Kurro wanted to go, his sister Faii came too.
Faii go! the green argued. She tugged and pulled the other direction, causing a rather silly tug of war to take place. Kurro turned to pounce his twin, or at least try to, and the two ended up in a tangle of blue and green limbs. Kurro want chase! the blue howled. Faii want play! Faii countered. Eventually, fueled by his lust and desire for Mouse, Kurro won and dragged Faii over to meet with the pretty green. Kurro come, he sang. Bring sister Faii. That was a good gift, wasn't it? No one else had such a gift to show. Faii not gift, the green pouted. Bad Kurro!
Farryl frowned deeply as the familiar feelings starting to invade her mind. She cursed and sighed. She should have know with all the new females around that it was only a matter of time until those two tried again. What is it, Farryl-Mine? Peppeth asked curiously. Farryl shook her head. "Just those two causing trouble again. I'll be back. Hobbs'll keep you company." The blue fire lizard trilled happily. Of course he would! Peppeth giggled slightly. Be careful, she suggested. Farryl rolled her eyes. Kurro's desires were growing stronger. She was getting better at keeping some of her sanity, but she still ran rather quickly for K'ian's room. "I have come," she declared smugly, channeling Kurro's odd personality.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 23, 2011 11:26:24 GMT -5
The class had gone...as well as could be expected. Which was to say no one had puked and passed out today. Though that might have been due to the fact that no one had been allowed lunch today after a certain fiasco involving toads in students' bags. Since no one seemed to know where the toads had come from, they'd spent the better part of lunch emulating toads themselves in an endless game of leapfrog around the lake. Of course even M'ta had some pity...or maybe he just realized that cramping thigh muscles were not going to produce much more work for him, so at least the afternoon classes had been cut short.
M'ta was just on his way to pick up the children from the creche (since everyone else seemed busy today) when he noticed the rather strange assortment of riders gathered around outside one of the weyrs along the way. All of the salamandyr activity was immediately zeroed in on by Sneak, and that was all the incentive needed for the Weyrlingmaster to suddenly decide that the long way to the creche was the best way. He twisted on the heel of his good leg and began caning vigorously in the other direction.
This, naturally, seemed to be Devon's cue to suddenly acquire an interest in salamandyr chasing for the first time in his life. The blue plunged down from M'ta's shoulder and began a swift scamper for the gathering knot of salamandyrs around Mouse. Stopping a short distance away, he crooned to the lovely green, Devotion for you. It was hard to say whether he was referring to himself or the broad concept of devotion in that statement.
The sounding of a rather colorful curse from the brownrider preceded a flurry of wingbeats as Sneak made his way for the best view he could find of the salamandyrs: Cainith's head. M'ta, for his part, glanced back over his shoulder. A weyrling, a Cainith and a bronzerider...he cursed again, fingers tightening on his cane. Then he turned slowly and forced himself to limp back in the direction of the gathered pet owners, stopping near Qaena and hovering a little protectively.
"Why don't you get scarce, girl," he murmured to the weyrling, fingers tightening around his cane as he worked to keep control of himself. So far, so good, but that could change at any moment. PMS and Behruth had always dominated him. He could only hope that if they moved he'd maintain his mind enough not to forget the cane. Thoughts of either Cainith or Ki'an were carefully ignored.
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Post by dragon on Oct 23, 2011 21:09:39 GMT -5
Loveloveloveloveloveloveeeeeee The mandyr crooned happily to himself as he licked away at the shell he'd scooped out of the dirt. He continued to dote on it for quite awhile, picking at the edges of it relentlessly. Until he came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to open.
Which ... frankly pissed him off.
HATE! He declared, tossing the shell down with all of his not-inconsiderable strength, considering he was just a blue mandyr. A rather thick and chunky one, but still. After it bounced off the ground and resolutely remained closed, Gerroff whirled about and started beating it with his club of a tail. Hate you bad nasty ugly thing! Smash bits! Nasty mean, Hate! he raged as he continued to bludgeon it.
The shell refused to open. Gerroff was fixing to go into a hysterical fit over the thing that first refused to open, and then refused to destroy too, when he heard Mouse's call. Pausing mid-rage and mid-pummel, he stared off in her direction. Perfectly frozen as such he listened to that tantalizing siren's call, the sound of her mind voice tickling down through his mind and hitting off all the sparks and hotspots. Melding everything into one singular thought of desire. Shivering himself back into animation, Gerroff turned about to scoop up the defiant shell in his teeth and shot off across the ground.
He kicked up a tiny puff of dust the whole way, more power being delivered into his scrambling run than any actual speed. Power that didn't go into hurtling himself forward went into kicking up the things he'd stepped on instead. The whole time he swaggered from side to side in a comical rhythm to balance out his short, thick tail.
Arriving quickly enough to not have missed out entirely but not quickly enough to be the first to strut into view of the lovely little lady, Gerroff did his best given the circumstances. Tossing his head high with the ugly looking shell still clamped in his teeth, he strutted all his stuff. Every powerful muscle rolling in his tiny, compact body, his short thick tail arched upward and back down again in a jaunty swing to every step, he marched his way right up to Mouse. Whereupon he flared his wings and frill. Both of which were distinctly not the same purple as the rest of him. Frankly, they weren't purple at all, more reds and greens that contrasted quite obviously with the rest of him. Eye catching? Definitely. Handsome? Definitely in the eye of the beholder.
He crooned to Mouse, sauntered right up to her and deposited the hateful ugly shell right at her feet as if it was the most pompous gift a lady could possibly receive from a suitor. For a moment he stood just like that, waiting for what was certainly to be a very positive reaction. Even if it was an ugly hateful little thing.
For just a moment.
Then a crack sounded and Gerroff couldn't help but look down at the nasty thing. Slowly it spread its wings open, the ugly hideous thing falling open to reveal a shimmering variegation of pink, purple, white, pearl, and mother of pearl all swirling glistening on the inside. Down in the heart of the little splash of iridescent color was a tiny meaty morsel that was gasping its last efforts in an attempt to garner some life sustaining substance that it had been denied the whole time Gerroff had been gnawing and beating the snot out of it.
Gerroff stared at the shell for a moment in disbelief and shock for a split second, before suddenly striking a new and grander pose, fluttering his wings for effect. SEE?! He knew how to pick 'em, he really did!!
Meanwhile, Orena was finding herself caught up in the swirl of emotions that was Gerroff ... most of the time she was used to his mood swings of randomness and could work her way through them handily enough. Granted, it was harder to do now that Riavorth was gone and her own emotional state was less than stable. Nevertheless, Gerroff had never attempted to chase before. The sudden explosion of desire and lust caught her blindsided so fast that she didn't even quite realize the tidal wave even happened.
Dropping everything she was doing, Orena took off as if she knew exactly where she was going. Guided on primordial instinct and Gerroff's link, she eventually found her way to the gathering that was accumulating in the hall and choking it almost completely off, all around K'ian.
Slowing to a sultry walk, Orena reached the outer edges of the grouping and then slid between people as she made her way closer to where K'ian was standing. Rubbing herself across whomever she happened to need to pass, she made no secret of why she was here. While on one hand she was most decidedly taken over by Gerroff, and thus thought she was a strapping handsome male, on the other hand she was still Orena. Who was no novice to the whole sexuality scene. So even though she was technically sliding sensuously across what was technically other 'males' ... the part that was Orena just didn't care. Come one, come all. Everyone within reach got a touch, a lidded look, a sultry smile.
Until she came to the gem at the heart of the fruit. There he/she stood, in all the glory of the moment. With ... a bloody lip too. How sad, so sad. Orena waltzed right up to him and plastered herself against K'ian's chest, determined to capture 100% of the attention much like Gerroff was. Wrapping one arm around his neck she more or less forced a matching of height so she could kiss that ouchie, make it better. Licking the wound clean and giving him a kiss too, she relaxed her hold on his neck. If only to dip the first two fingers of her free hand into Canith's pie and then pop those into her mouth. "Hmmm." She intoned, still hanging on K'ian's neck as she sucked the juices off.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Oct 23, 2011 22:03:22 GMT -5
Even if K’ian was in completely lust crazed misery at the moment, Mouse was quite pleased with this turn of events. She was still young, and as such, didn’t fully grasp the implications of her attracting salamandyrs with male owners. After all, while she loved her bonded to bits, this was her life, was it not? She didn’t tell him who to love and who not to love, so she was offended by the idea that he would presume to tell her who to love. Of course, she didn’t think this in so many words. She was much simpler than that. She felt these thoughts, but the fact that all her suitors would be male was all that mattered to the gorgeous little minty green girl.
Well, she assumed that her suitors would all be male.
Imagine her surprise then when the first salamandyr to show up was not male at all, but her very own sister. For once, Mouse went silent. She wasn’t sure what to say. Titania was female. Why was she here? Mouse wasn’t stupid (no matter how much A’emi liked to think so), she instinctually knew how these things worked. Males chased females. Somehow though, the thought of being chased by her sister didn’t seem so odd. Surprise was replaced by delight. She did love Titania quite a bit. It wasn’t a stretch to say that she and Mhir were her favorites out of the clutch. Speaking of siblings, another soon revealed himself in the form of the brown Gneiss. Mouse turned her lusty gaze to him, appraising him for a moment. He surely was an impressive sight, and she was impressed, though she chose not to show as much. He still hadn’t brought her a gift, and she was a little disappointed. At least Titania had come with poetry. That was in and of itself a gift for her.
But this wasn’t all of the surprises the day had in store for her. A blue, a gorgeous almost purple boy, who came bearing a gift, at last. She smiled her saccharine grin in his direction, frilling pleasantly. This was an older blue, which meant he probably had much experience, definitely more than she. But wait, even more suitors awaited her! Two more blues, one with a curious deformity, a green attached to him. Mouse regarded him carefully for a moment, trying to sort out if this was a blue or a green, suddenly, she uttered a delightful croon. What a wonderful present! He had brought her a slave! The next blue was a gorgeous teal color, she purred towards him, frills extending. Suddenly, someone else crashed through the brush towards him, a cute little purple blue with something gripped in his jaws. Whoever coined the term “fashionably late” had almost assuredly not met Mouse. She didn’t understand the concept of someone being late and still accepted. A tinge of red sluiced through the female’s eyes, until she focused her attention on the gift he had brought. At least he wasn’t completely useless. It was because of the gift that she allowed the latecomer to stay, otherwise he might have had his tail fixed in her jaws as she chased him away.
Still. She couldn’t quite make out what his gift was. It was a shell, sure, but what was it supposed to do? What was she supposed to do with it? At least she could eat Rollhead’s and appreciate Kurro’s and Titania’s, but what was she supposed to do with a shell? She was about to express this fact to him when the shell started to move, opening up. Taking a step backwards, the female watched it warily, suddenly darting forth to snap at the contents of the shell, ending its life in a split second. Swallowing down her treat, she rubbed her head against Gerroff’s, making sure not to stay too close to him for too long. Suddenly, she turned her attention to the run at large. Soooo many boys. The green trilled, delighted in the fact that so many saw her worthy. She stalked forward, towards her sister. Beaming lustily, she ran her body down Titania’s, flicking her tail against her sibling’s chin for a moment. She trusted Titania most of all. As a fellow female, she knew what it was like, at least a little. …and girls. She eyed Titania and Faii for a moment, darting over to rub the other green’s face against her own, darting back incase Faii decided to get physical, and she nipped at Rollhead’s offering. Thankies She cheeped, rubbing the end of her long tail against his leg for a moment before once more bolting away into the jungle, letting the foliage swallow her up.
The chase had begun.
The salamandyr’s bonded mirrored the female’s actions. He waited until everyone showed up, looking to each one in turn. Though, something was wrong. He didn’t think too much of it, using Qaena as a pseudo A’emi for the moment. His gaze fixed on the girl’s as he approached her, lust burning in his eyes. Carefully, he would touch her face, running his finger along her jawbone to her chin, his touch so light it was nearly nonexistent. Then he would push her face up to look into his eyes. “ Scared? Don’t be.” The tall man crooned. “ This will be fun.” He dropped her face at that, following Mouse’s path to Kurro and Faii. He brushed the woman’s cheek with his hand, his touch as gentle as it had been with Qaena. Turning to M’ta, he eyed the cane and frowned a little. “ That could be dangerous…” He purred. “ So can I.” The man grinned mischeviously, not approaching the shorter man for fear of getting smacked in the face with said cane. Turning slightly, he regarded the last member of the little party with a lusty grin. Oh wow, he was a big one, wasn't he. K'ian purred lightly, reaching a hand out to graze a finger along the top of the pastry, putting his finger into his mouth. " Mmm. How thoughtful..." He said, running a finger along the big man's arm for a moment.
At this, the man took a step back and pouted a little. “ Someone’s missing.” Indeed. Someone had not come to meet him. Mouse most certainly had five suitors, not four. So where was the fifth? Titania’s (a little part of the man bulked)? “ Now. Someone’s being naughty.” Suddenly, something came to him through the crowd. And he knew. Mouse didn’t have five suitors, but six. The luscious woman in front of him started a part of K’ian’s thoughts running rampant. oh please, oh please choose this one mouse. Unfortunately, though he could control who Romeoth chose somewhat, the same could not be said about Mouse. Her mind was most definitely her own. As she sauntered up to him, K’ian wrapped his arms around her slender waist, making to capture her lips in a light kiss if she would let him. If not, he would still cling to her, looking down at the woman lustily. He could have been happy pulling this one into his weyr right not. Unfortunately for both of them, this was Mouse’s choice, and she hadn’t made one yet.
Grinning mischievously at Orena, the tall man unwound himself from her, running his fingers light along her neck, her jawbone, cheek and lip, letting them linger on her lip for a moment before he was away, walking down the hall. “ Follow, if want…” He said huskily, becoming more and more engulfed by his salamandyr’s mind. Down the hall he walked, and walked, and walked. If any of his suitors chose not to follow him, then that would be their loss. Finally, he made his way to the door in question. Titania was there, behind it. Part of him wanted to barge in and drag her out to chase him, but he didn’t. Instead, he knocked on the door, his voice sugary sweet. “ Come play, sweets.” If he didn’t, then K’ian would leave. But he hoped he would. They could have so much fun.
And maybe, just maybe, he was as wrapped up in Titania’s lust as K’ian was Mouse’s.
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Post by dragon on Oct 23, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -5
Gerroff was quite pleased when the pretty little lady accepted the gift, and ate it right up. Yum!!! But .. she left the pretty part behind? He didn't get that. Why was she loving on the other greens? The greens he had up until then ignored. Somewhat confused, the purple-hued Blue just stood there and watched in bemusement as Mouse wound herself along Titiana, and then snuggled with Faii. But! Oh! She was off then, ready to run. He was most certainly ready to chase! And WIN!
Gerroff pounced at the shell that she'd abandoned, clamping one of the open sides in his teeth and taking off after her. Pretties were never in bad standing with lovely ladies~~ ... he certainly wasn't going to leave this one where one of the other males could swipe it, claim it, and use it against him. No ma'am!! Unfortunately.... he failed to take into account the whole shell having two sides deal ... and the other half was sticking up in front of his face in such a way that he couldn't see past it.
Grumbling at the pearlesent view that was all he could see, he twisted his head around to the side and peered with one eye at where he was going ... at that lovely, luscious, glowing tail that led the way. The tail he was determined to catch.
His only saving grace was that while he wasn't particularly fast for a 'mandyr to begin with, he really didn't lose any speed to either his burden or his lack of visibility. All his power made up for every bit of hindrance the shell offered. And the shell was definitely a boon if he ever caught her. Pretty gift for Pretty Lady~~~
So, kicking up little clouds of dust, random bits of foliage and anything else that got underfoot in the mad dash that was the run, Gerroff chased after Mouse with every ounce of speed he possessed. Pretty Lady, Mouse Love. Win Love. Lovely Love. Gift! Win~ Run, love. he crooned around the shell that was locked in his teeth, the sound reverberating through the shell and nigh deafening him in the process.
But it didn't deter him. He wanted Mouse, and he was determined to have her!
Orena purred deep in her throat as K'ian welcomed her near and returned the kiss she had given him. Positive reactions from her lovely lady, yes! She reveled in the touches that her heightened senses made her quite aware of. They only made her lust after more of the same. More, better! She was quite sad to see her lovely lady move away and pulled her lips into a full on pout to express that discontent. But! Ohhhhh, the lingering touches, Orena leaned forward as if being drawn along by those trailing fingers. She took a few steps at first, unsure whether or not she was being beckoned along or not. She was, after all, Gerroff. And Gerroff knew that runs couldn't finish until Runs were Run ... naturally.
"Follow, if want..." He said, and Orena responded to the few words as if that was all the prompting she needed. "Want, definitely want." Orena crooned softly as she walked after him. She itched to run, she wanted to chase so badly. The warming sensation rippled through her muscles as Gerroff ran for all he was worth, she was prompted to run. To chase. To catch her Lady, and cover him in kisses. But all her Lady did was walk. So walk she did, occasionally reaching out with one hand to run trailing fingers down his back, occasionally tugging on the fabric of his shirt in little picking motions that signified her desire to remove the item from his person.
When he stopped at a doorway that seemed entirely uninteresting and totally ambiguous to the situation, Orena didn't hesitate to wind herself around K'ian's person again, crooning softly. Why wait??! Run, so she could chase!! She wanted to chase so bad, so she could trip him up, snuggle with him. Tear all his clothes off of his so-hot body. Yesssssss. Orena picked at his shirt again, begging for permission to tear it off of him.
Oh, shardit. Someone's shirt needed to go. Unwinding herself from K'ian's person to garner the space needed, Orena stripped her own shirt off and started flailing it around ... partly to keep the other 'males' at bay. Partly because it was an outlet for all the pent up energy to do something that was boiling under her skin. "WOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Oct 23, 2011 22:35:25 GMT -5
She did not expect instant affection, not in a run, and the slow violets sliding into Titania’s gaze continued despite her sister’s temporary silence, the green coiling her serpentine body around itself, blinking in calm anticipation. The time would come where Mouse would truly begin to Run, and until then Titania was content to wait, for surely there would be others. Mouse was too dear, too lovely not to attract more attention, even if surely none of them had been quite as attentive as Titania. The green Salamandyr purred softly in her throat as the others came—Gneiss, a sibling she had not had cause to speak to before, earned a judicious hum of greeting. The others—particularly the oddly conjoined one (two?) earned merely a passing glance.
Titania blinked in some amusement at the last one’s belated arrival and gift, and then, as Mouse finished her appraisal of it, and of him, and showed the first signs of actually Running, uncurled herself, flaring out her wings expectantly. The rub of Mouse’s body against hers was received with a low purr, Titania brushing her wing over Mouse’s back in a display of affection entirely removed from what Runlust was apparent in the shift of her eyes, the darker green’s head tipping to nudge pleasantly against her sister’s shoulder.
…early leaf’s a flower, she hummed, and as Mouse finally, finally, sprang into a run, Titania snapped open her wings and launched herself after her sister, slipping into a fluid half-glide, half-run, an easy loping pace designed to not tire her out immediately. She didn’t know how long Mouse could run, but she fancied with the Runlust, it would be quite a bit farther than she might’ve otherwise managed. She would keep pace. She was determined to.
Kyrahth’s amusement had begun to slip into very real concern—and jealousy. The green’s eyes slid from previous, amused green-blue shades to deepening oranges and yellows, and her teeth bared in the beginnings of a snarl. She didn’t like people touching A’emi—however innocent it might be; she particularly disliked Futh’s for exactly that reason, and Castidenloth’s and Onyth’s were not exempt from sulky hissing when there was physical contact of any kind to be noticed—and she hated when A’emi slid away from her mentally. Worse because Titania could have this effect on him when her own Flights had exactly the effect he wanted them to have and nothing else, worse because he was fighting it, panic flaring brightly between their bond.
I might have to destroy her, Kyrahth snarled. Her tail snapped like a whip behind her, and A’emi blinked, trying to focus on her instead of phantom grass and the smell of the wind. Ignore the hot lust sparking in the back of his mind, the need to touch.
“Oh fuck,” he answered faintly, “Please do.” He blinked harder, and made a sharp disjointed scrabble for the sheets, clinging to memories of knots. He could undo knots, but Titania couldn’t, so if he could just—
Knocking.
His gaze snapped around and he actually groaned at the voice, a sharp spike of that’s where you need to be crowding black into his vision. Fucking Salamandyrs. “Get away,” he snarled. So used to Kyrahth. The only time he even had any trouble fighting her was when he was tired or strained emotionally but Titania…A’emi curled onto the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes until his vision dissolved into fuzzy abstract splotches of color. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t know Mouse—K’ian—was right there and calling for him. If he’d just go away and have his pretty parade somewhere else then—
They’ll go, or I’ll see the first one that comes near you in two pieces, Kyrahth interjected. (The pillow he had flung at her had fallen to the ground. She ignored it. There were more important things to be worried about, now.)
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Oct 23, 2011 23:00:08 GMT -5
It was almost scary the single-minded determination Gneiss had to win - to the point of only offering a distracted hum to Titania in return. His sister was most definitely his already, in his own opinion. To make his point he would win her run by force if he had to. Why he would have to go that far, though, he didn't understand. He was quite obviously the most outstanding specimen there. A brown as good (better, really) as any bronze. The scrawny little blues and...greens?...had nothing on him. When Mouse dashed off into the forest, Gneiss was pretty quick to follow.
The greenweyrling started in surprise when M'ta came up to her and she looked at him. He was...still okay? Perhaps he was like her then? (Not that she knew what not responding to a salamandyr's lust really meant about her.) "M'ta?" It was a rhetorical question - of course she knew the other weyrlingmaster. The problem was...wasn't she supposed to be around? None of it was making very much sense to her, but didn't not being near the green's owner spell some danger for other inhabitants of the weyr?
As the chase started in earnest, Qaena felt a little more of that pull towards K'ian though it was still quite easy to outright ignore it. Still, it was enough so that when K'ian and all his towering height over her approached she didn't run for her weyr like she so wanted to. Perhaps a bit of a flinch back but not enough to take her out of his range. His carress was so light it almost tickled and her eyes rested on his wrist. Now, theoretically, Khiraeth was old enough that this was okay and really she ought to lose her virginity before her flight. But. Qaena didn't want to lose it this way. She didn't even want to lose it at all at that point, really.
The bronzerider tipped her head up then and her almost black eyes automatically met his. A shiver danced its way up and down her spine and then the bronzerider moved on again. She rather preferred him when he was normal. That more or less made up her mind to sneak away when she could. She was simply Not Ready. While K'ian was rather distracted with Orena and then with finding whoever it was that was missing, Qaena quietly snuck towards M'ta and said, "I...uh...think I'm gonna go. But...they're going the direction my weyr is in?"
So, Qaena was stuck shadowing the runlust flock, putting a bit of a distance between them until K'ian stopped in front of a door. Kinda...not good. Her weyr was past that. She inched her way to the other side of the group and could only hope they'd be distracted enough to let her go. It wasn't much further and if she could only lock the door she could curl up with Khiraeth and...and Romeoth, apparently, and be safe.
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Aftershock
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Post by Aftershock on Oct 23, 2011 23:28:45 GMT -5
Rollhead fluttered his wings and frill as Mouse acknowledge him, rearing up to display his eye-like wing markings and show off his perfect physique before landing flat once more and glancing around at the others. "Rollhead thank all others for coming to see Rollhead win, but Rollhead only need Goddess," Rollhead thought towards the gathered group, not a single bit of sarcasm or joking in his mindvoice. Suddenly, Mouse was off, and Rollhead snatched up his gift and shot after her, retracting his frill and wings to present the most streamlined form possible, darting between leaves, twigs, and other detritus on the jungle floor as he kept Mouse's swishing green tail in sight.
Cainith, on his end of the Runlust connection, growled and pulled his bubbly pie away from Orena as she poked it with her finger, making a threatening "claw" with his fingers as he snapped, "Best gift for Mouse! You not touch!" The aggression he felt towards the "competitor" temporarily broke past his defenses, and he grinned wholeheartedly as "Mouse" tasted his bubbly pie and ran a finger down his arm before he began pushing back for control, though still accomplishing nothing but slowing his Runlust-directed actions. Then, "Mouse began to "Run", walking along the hallway, and Cainith followed jerkily, still trying (and failing) to stop himself from following the bronzerider through the Weyr.
As K'ian stopped at the door and knocked, beckoning whoever was inside, Cainith had a thought... obviously "Mouse" wanted whatever was in there, and that door was in the way. If he moved the door, "she" could get inside and would appreciate what Cainith had done. Moving up to the door, Cainith tried the handle, finding it locked. His mind addled by the Runlust, he simply tugged harder, and harder, until finally a cracking heralded the entire door coming loose from it's hinges. Depositing the broken door carelessly in the hallway, mission accomplished, Cainith watched "Mouse" for a reaction, hoping "she" would show him favor for his great feat.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 23, 2011 23:47:29 GMT -5
Well, look at this crowd. Not much attention was spared the myriad of other suitors (most of these were younglings barely old enough to chase) but he did notice something quite odd. Almost all the others had come bearing gifts. Was there some sort of mandyr psychic hotline that was telling everyone to bring gifts which he wasn't clued in on? Or was it just normal mating ritual? Devotion had yet to chase a green, so it was possible he just didn't know this to be the common practice. Not that this mattered so much to him...the green was lovely, the opportunity presented itself, and if he was less a gift she shouldn't cut into his playtime later. Nothing should cut into playtime.
Devotion was off. He had not been privy to any of Mouse's affections (having not come with the apparently required gift) but the male was a solid little guy of near brown size and very very strong. Playing all day and eating enough for two mandyrs gave him an edge over some of his lazier brothers. What did a gift really mean if he was clearly the better mate in the green's eyes? No, he did not think his chances completely lost. He'd just have to impress her with something other than shiny tidbits. The male kept fast on her tail, pouncing it playfully occasionally whenever it came in reach.
For M'ta's part, the brownrider was finding himself shockingly in control for once. The electric undercurrent of lust was faint and almost comparable to that of a flit's for him, something he was not at all used to. (PMS and Behruth quite thoroughly overwhelmed him every time.) He almost would have preferred that, though, because now he was finding Ki'an almost faintly attractive in a creepy way. He shifted his weight a little uncomfortably under the man's gaze, eyes narrowing at the half-veiled threat. His cane was merely a means of helping him walk, considering the healing leg, but he wasn't going to do anything to convince Ki'an otherwise if the bronzerider thought it was a weapon so long as it was keeping the man at a distance.
Fortunately, there was a very (overly) willing buxom woman to distract Ki'an, not to mention this problem of missing runners. M'ta glanced back down the hallway. If this was as bad as it was going to get he could just return to his weyr until after the Run passed, then go pick up the kids. Nothing a cold bath wouldn't cure. Or a boring medical journal, for that matter. He'd all but decided to do just that when Qaena moved closer to him. She seemed scared. Whether it was paternal instinct, his role as a big brother or just the fact that she was a weyrling and he a weyrlingmaster, he found he couldn't quite abandon her to run off and hide in his weyr. M'ta nodded slightly. "Should also try to find a friend or someone you trust in case it gets any stronger," he murmured, so low no one else would hear it. Wouldn't do to have her suddenly overcome by lust and running around the halls.
He hung back with her as they trailed behind the rest of the chasers, M'ta walking in a position to mostly shield her from the view of Ki'an if he happened to glance this way. So it was that he was moving back toward the crowd of mandyr crazed people (to include a bronzerider and a mountain, his favorite people ever to have horny right near him) despite his better judgment. M'ta continued to adjust his pace to shield her from Ki'an's sight as they passed. The man seemed quite occupied with his door. This could work...
"What the fu-" Couldn't quite help the exclamation when the doorframe suddenly cracked rather loudly and the door was lifted away from A'emi's weyr sans hinges. M'ta had half-turned toward it, his free hand lingering over the hilt of his dagger. The mountain had done that. Glancing briefly at Ki'an in the hopes that he hadn't just called attention to the two escapees, the brownrider refocused his efforts on getting away. No way he wanted to be here around all these crazies when the run broke and the mountain was turned loose on whoever was still in the hallway.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Oct 25, 2011 21:19:01 GMT -5
Not really thinking too much, the minty mandyr exploded into the jungle, keeping her body low as to make it beneath the gaps in the trees and brush, as a green, she had a much easier time than probably the larger salamandyrs would, but this was part of the test she imparted on her suitors. Which would rise to the challenge and which would blink away? It would be a shame if any of her favorites were lost because of this venture, but if they didn’t stick with her through this, then they really weren’t worthy of her anyway, were they? And Mouse certainly had favorites. Even now she was crossing off males in her head, but no one needs to know which right now. She wasn’t the fastest mandyr, and she knew she would tire before long, but for now, she wanted to enjoy her run.
As she dashed through the undergrowth, she launched herself off of tree roots, rocks, clods of dirt, anything she could find really. Just the feeling of being in the air was exhilarating. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated on running, the chase being pushed to the back of her mind. Soon though, the sound of paws crashing through the undergrowth behind her pushed her back to reality.
The little lady chanced a look behind her every once in a while and crooned happily when she saw mandyrs still running behind her. The female’s tail thrashed happily and she wondered which she would choose. Each had his (or her) merits, and they were all handsome beasts. As she ran, she realized that the time would come when she would have to choose, and that time was coming sooner than she liked. Already her chest was constricting, and her breath was getting short, but she knew she could go on for a little while longer, and she would.
The patience of his suitors pleased K’ian immensely. As he stood at Titania’s door, Gerroff wrapped himself about her. She purred happily, a chill going down her spin. He wished the lovely green would answer her door soon, there was much fun to be had. Once Titania joined the party, the chase could really start. K’ian was aware that Mouse was already running, and it made him slightly twitchy, but he in flight lust was as vain and conceited as his salamandyr. Everyone just had to be present, everyone just had to chase him, want her.
He heard the snarl on the other side of the door and stepped back, pouting a little. “ Meanie green. Come chase, fun fun.” He said, but he wasn’t going to beg the green to come out. He wanted her to, but he wasn’t going to break down the door to reach her. Luckily for him, one of his suitors actually had that idea, but with a different outcome. Seconds before Rollhead would break down the door, Mouse noticed something out of the corner of her eye. What? Two of her lovelies were leaving? Pouting a little, she was about to say something when the creak and loud cracking of raw wood under powerful hands met his hears. Stepping back into Gerroff, she peered through the open door for a moment before smiling up at Rollhead. “ Big strong blue you are. Wonderful.” He crooned, stepping closer to the open door, unaware of the angry dragon on the other side. “ Sorry, lovely. Chase now?” He chanced out to the curled up green, wanting to run in and pounce her playfully. Instead, he aired on the side of caution and bounded in. He didn’t get close enough to touch the green, but he did notice the green dragon perched on her ledge.
Mouse wanted to hiss at the beast. Why was she here? Instead, she ignored the presence of the dragon completely after that initial glance and turned her attention more fully to A’emi. “ Come play? Promise not to bite…too much.” K’ian was thrilled and having so much fun. Why couldn’t his green just have fun too? If Titania didn't want to come out, Mouse wouldn't force her. She shouldn't have to force anyone to chase her.
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Post by dragon on Oct 25, 2011 21:48:11 GMT -5
Gerroff slammed on the brakes as he encountered a log. Not because the log was an obstacle, but because he realized what kind of state he was trying to run in. Spitting out the shell he was carrying, he smashed it off the ground with a quick blow, breaking it in half. Snatching up half of it (it was prettier that way anyway), he kicked leaves over the other half to hide it, and then took off running again. This time with even more determination since he had even more ground to make up. But at least he had the strength and endurance to do so. Leaping along branches and bouncing off of tree trunks, he bypassed a lot of obstacles and distance by cutting turns shorter... a defined advantage to being farther behind was the shorter run, allowing him to catch up again.
Warbling out a croon past the singular side of shell he now carried for her, Gerroff was determined to get her attention again. Pretty Mouse, need run, Gerroff catch. Gerroff good for Mouse. Mouse pretty! Love Mouse, Gerroff always love Mouse. He promised with all his pounding heart as he scurried after her. Surely she would see the truth of it!
Orena on the other hand, gave a startled squeak when she got randomly shoved. Flailing for balance, she stumbled a bit before clinging to K'ian again just for balance, her arms wrapped around his strong middle. Once she got her feet back under her she dared to let go a bit as she tried to determine just what had happened that had robbed her of her happy moment so rudely.
Seeing a door ripped off of its hinges was enough to give her pause. But she still offered quite a few protesting noises when K'ian took off through the opened portal. No!!! Leaning on one edge of the wrecked doorframe, Orena refused to cross the threshold. Though she did try to catch him by the back of his shirt and drag him back. What?! Why?! "No!" She protested vocally, finally just watching as he moved farther into the weyr.
Why it was a bad idea she wasn't entirely sure. But some part of her subconscious realized that going in there was really a bad idea. If only for seeing the expression on that dragon's face. Her survival instinct still worked rather well despite how she sometimes thought to the contrary on that topic. "Mouse!" She protested again, afraid that the lovely green was fixing to get maimed rather horribly by another territorial green.
At that thought, Orena moved. Her whole demeanor changed. Clearly, Mouse wasn't going to listen and was going to go in there anyway, into the path of danger. Someone had to do something about it! Sliding off of the doorframe, Orena marched into the weyr after K'ian. Circling around where he stopped, she placed herself rather pointedly between his person and Kyrahth, glaring daggers at the dragon. Just daring her to make any hostile motion toward her pretty Mouse. "Mine!!" Orena declared loudly, fists placed firmly upon her hips.
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