Fall into me; Green Mouse's maiden run

[Avu]

Titania’s pace faltered as she twisted through the grass in her sister’s wake, still effortless to most observers and yet…faint concern seeped yellow into her gaze, the green’s wings catching her in a long glide for a moment. What was wrong with—but she could worry about that later. Mouse was here and now. At the very least, Mouse’s strengths played directly to Titania’s; if they weren’t exactly of a size they were the closest, and that was good enough. Besides, Titania made a point of learning how to get around fast, and all the tree roots and things made it that much easier; she laced her serpentine form around the gnarled wood, settled into a comfortable mix of gliding and leaping.

Here is the deepest secret that nobody knows, she commented, as a particularly long glide caught the wind and deposited her nearly level with Mouse; Titania had no desire to challenge Mouse’s position at the head of the race, however, and looped herself around a stump, purring breathlessly. …this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart, sister, which grows higher than soul can hope…

The fucking door.

He was going to stab somebody.

Too far gone to quite form coherent words, especially at the lust upon sight of K’ian, but still there enough to realize that no, he actually did not want this at all. (It wasn’t the idea of sex that bothered him—never had been, even if honestly he’d rather punch himself in the face than sleep with K’ian. Just—hated the idea of not being in control like this. Titania was going to have to feed herself for the next week. Or month. Or lifetime.) A’emi deliberately dug his nails against his palms, licked his lips as he uncurled himself and sat up to face the fantastically idiotic excuses for human beings. The show of approval for the oversized blue—er, not blue—whatever—had him curling his lip in disgust.

At least that was a feeling he and Titania held in agreement, even if for Titania it was only a subtle rivalry. K’ian’s approach, the man’s words, had A’emi focusing on him intently for a moment; he reached out, balancing on knees and one hand, to brush his fingers over K’ian’s jaw. A caress, almost, if it hadn’t been followed with his tangling his fingers into K’ian’s hair, twisting hard, and shoving him backwards. “No,” he said softly, pushing past Titania, mentally pulling from the sharp viciousness from Kyrahth; at the very, very least there was always Kyrahth. “Get the fuck out of my weyr.” His gaze cut towards Orena, “Or your pretty little pet’s going to end up even more mangled.”

Than—what Kyrahth was planning on doing already. The green went immediately silent at the girl’s posturing, more of a warning than if she had continued to snarl, but a less obvious one certainly; the next moment she slashed at Orena, a fast blow intended to topple the girl straight over—and, if she was particularly stupid or unlucky (or both) to leave her with a few scratches as well. Then she hissed again, a sharp warning snap of her teeth in the direction of the others as she slipped towards Hers protectively—let them try to touch him.

[Ember]

One might think that Gneiss would be hindered going through underbrush due to his size but that wasn't necessarily true. Sure, he was struggling some, but for the most part he powered through things on strength and determination. Rather than it being any active posturing about himself, though, it was pretty much sheer stupidity on his part. Gneiss was not the most intelligent of salamandyrs and the brushes with underbrush left his body with a few scrapes (though nothing serious). It certainly wasn't a show of devotion on his part. Or planning for pity, either. Still, the brown didn't speak and the violet in his eyes told another story entirely.

Qaena was all set to leave, to go back to her weyr with it's nice door with the nice lock and a pair of nice guardian dragons. More so, at that point, to not have M'ta's efforts to protect her go to waste than any self-preservation on her own part. Then there was a sound so loud and sudden that the greenweyrling let out a little alarmed squeak. Apparently doors were no longer safe, locks or no, because when Qaena turned her frightful gaze back to the runlust affected gaggle the door from A'emi's weyr was no longer blocking their path.

She glanced briefly at M'ta uncertainly. He still seemed somewhat...okay. Normal. The others, though, were all quite gone. Which meant...she was probably the only one besides M'ta that heard the snarling of a dragon and recognized it as a bad sign? Self-preservation had been thrown off the weyrledge a while ago (and hey, a giant who could remove doors meant she was probably screwed either way) so the greenweyrling moved back towards the group as she watched K'ian disappear into the room first, followed by Orena. She did have the grace to look back at M'ta, sheepishly apologetic.

Qaena understood one thing about K'ian, if nothing else - he was a good guy. She didn't like seeing bad guys getting hurt, much less good guys. (The fact that Khiraeth adored Romeoth also kind of helped his case, but that's beside the point.) She slipped into the weyr cautiously, glancing at the angry green who had gone silent. Then in a quick move the dragon had attacked Orena and Qaena's eyes widened in almost-panic. The greenweyrling was usually not very forward or vocal or attention grabbing, but the situation kind of demanded it.

She walked right up to K'ian and wrapped her arms around the lower part of his arm and started tugging backwards, towards the hall and the relative safety it provided. "K'ian! I...this...bad idea. Angry dragon, bad idea! I don't want to see you hurt so...please? Go run somewhere else? Please?" Despite the healthy dose of fear in the greenweyrling's system, concern for the bronzerider's safety was most prevalent in her voice as she pleaded with him.

[Requiem]

The male simply continued to chase her as best he could, listening to the constant chatter of all the other salamandyrs around him. Were they trying to drown each other out? He wasn't the closest behind Mouse, but he wasn't the farthest, either. Keeping up a nice even pace with enough distance in between to adjust to any sudden detours from the green up ahead and waiting...for a moment much like this one.

The green was flagging. It wasn't glaringly obvious just yet, but it would be in the next few moments and he needed to make his move now if he wanted to capitalize on it before all the other males recognized the coming moment, too. Devotion had not been going at full speed up to this point, and so he had a little extra juice at his disposal. The blue sprung forward, legs speeding up in a swift scamper as he wended through a few of the others and made a leap for Mouse.

Devotion for you, Mouse. Best for best, he crooned to her as he tried to make her his. Of course she'd recognize that this was exactly what she wanted.

Ridiculous. The whole thing. Screams and growls and...damnit, there went Qaena, too. M'ta glanced back over his shoulder toward the safety of the hall beyond almost longingly. Fuck his life. He kept his eyes on Qaena's retreating back and tried not to be overly aware of the looming giant tree of a man he had to pass beneath to get into that weyr, a place he entered cautiously.

His first instinct was to help Orena. He squelched that because she seemed okay enough and he didn't need an angry green seeing him as a threat and a demented mandyr owner fighting him when he was trying to help her. Though he rather wished Qaena hadn't gotten in his way...it would have been a lot easier to send Ki'an flying toward the door when A'emi threw him off balance had he not had a Qaena attached to his arm.

Again, fuck his life. Using K'ian's momentum against him was far more efficient than trying to tug at him with a girl. M'ta dropped his cane and made a mental note to slug E'rro if he made any comments about the brownrider not taking care of his leg in the near future. "Why don't you be useful, fluffbrain, and remove your...lady love or whatever the hell you think 'Mouse' is from danger?" he snapped back at Cainith. But he wasn't depending on fluff for brains to take the hint; M'ta grabbed Ki'an's other arm and yanked him back forcefully, wincing against the pain it shot through his calf.

Just in time to realize that Devon had just made a play for Mouse. Suddenly all the latent lust washed over him in a stream that made him physically stagger, struggling to hold onto the clarity of mind he'd maintained throughout the Run. And causing him to almost cling to K'ian's arm like a man half-drowning. He beat back the near-crippling desire long enough to hiss at the mountain man. "Now, Rollhead!:

[Aftershock]

Rollhead continued to chase the green through the foliage, still keeping as streamlined as possible and sticking close to the ground. He was using his slightly smaller size to his advantage, avoiding having to force his way past any obstructions, instead slipping quickly and quietly over or, more often, beneath them. Watching Mouse with solid purple eyes, he suddenly noticed he seemed to be catching up to her more and more. Perhaps she was tiring? Putting on a slight increase to his speed, the blue pushed himself towards the Running green, making sure that he had enough energy to still grapple with her if he was forced to catch her.

Just that moment, he noticed a flash of light blue to his right... another male had caught up, and from his movements, had noticed the same thing Rollhead had. "Rollhead best servant, Rollhead best Chaser!" Rollhead mindyelled as he saw the other male move to capture, putting on another burst of speed to...

Meanwhile, Cainith grinned happily as "Mouse" showed appreciation for his removal of the barrier, the happiness temporarily overwhelming his conscious mind once more. He watched as K'ian moved into the room, followed first by Orena, then by Qaena. He was a bit concerned about the danger posed by the obviously agigated green dragon in the room, but by this point Cainith had recovered from the affection from "Mouse" and was again attempting to wrest back control of his body from the Runlust, his general hatred of the bronzerider staying his hand even in the dangerous situation. Suddenly, though, everything seemed to happen at once, and Orena was slashed at by the dragon, followed by Qaena grabbing one of K'ian's arms, and M'ta suddenly moving past to grab the other arm. Then, M'ta called "his" name, and simultaneously Cainith felt...

...Rollhead tensed up, then pushed his small, yet well-formed body into a dive, as he felt an impulse from His due to...

...Cainith's leaned forward into the weyr, wrapping "Mouse", "Devotion", and "Gneiss" into one closely-crushed bundle in his huge arms and stepping back as...

....Rollhead shot towards Mouse's back, attempting to grab her as Devotion flew in the same direction.

[Zephyr]

The green salamandyr was too focused on her own task at hand to notice that her suitors had seemed to decrease by one, or two depending on how you looked at it. Kurro and Faii were no longer behind her. Had she been in the state of mind she had been at the beginning of the run, that surely would have bothered her, but as it was, she was in no state to even realize it, let alone think about it. Each stride of little paws against grass, each graceful undulation of her body and subsequent leap brought her closer to her breaking point. Lust welled in her body, practically oozing from her pores. Her breath came out more shallowly, and then, Titania was beside her. Mouse spared her sister a glance, eyes flashing various shades of deep, royal purple…almost too subtle to be noticed. Mouse was lost, but she still appreciated the soothing, lovely words of one of her favored siblings.

Suddenly, there was the sound of whooshing air at her rear and all at once she knew she had been slowing dramatically. One of the males had taken a chance and leapt at her. She was lost in the whirling tide pool of emotions. Her body tensed as she ran, NO! she hissed. SHE would not be forced. No matter what happened, no one would force her into a situation she didn’t choose for herself. Suddenly, she mustered up the last of her strength and tensed her body imperceptibly. On the next leap forward, when the males would surely be upon her, she made a daring leap to the side, pushing off hard enough that she spun in the air, whirling to face not one, but two blue mandyrs having leapt for her. If she was lucky, Devotion and Rollhead would just collide with each other, followed by a venomous hiss from Mouse. I CHOOSE! Never forced.

All this would have happened in the span of a few seconds, and she would realize where she was, inches from one of her chasers, who has so conveniently put themselves within Mouse’s line of view. In the few moments before she chose, she wondered how she could have been so blind. The choice was a startlingly simple one, even for Mouse’s otherwise simple mind. This had been the first of her suitors to show up, the one who knew her, understood her. Fearing another attempted force catch from the males, Mouse trilled and leaped for her chosen lover, her body colliding with the forest green hide of her sister. Crooning lovingly, she would nuzzle into Titania’s neck, snuggling closer to the other female’s body. Mouse lovvveeeee. Love, love. Tail would coil around Titania’s and Mouse would be loss in complete lust.

K’ian could feel the end coming. Things were noticeably tenser. As soon as he started to walk into the room, he heard the cries of a few of his suitors, telling him not to. He was lost in a fuzzy haze of lust, hover. Very little could stop him now. Not even Kyrahth’s attack on Orena, meaning to knock the woman over. He was lost in Mouse’s choice, which had been made for a while. The man drifted closer and closer to A’emi, lust filling his eyes, his breath husky. Shivers went down his spine when the man’s fingers touched his skin. Dangerously close to throwing himself at the man, K’ian (and Orena) was lucky that A’emi grabbed his hair roughly and pushed him back. The man stumbled, right into the waiting form of Qaena. The pain was enough to bring him back to his senses in time for him to also be grabbed by M’ta, but that wouldn’t last for long.

All of this was happening when Devotion and then Rollhead were making their mad leaps for Mouse’s backside. When Mouse made her leap to the side, K’ian did the same, in the opposite direction. He ripped himself from the grips of the people holding onto him, luckily avoiding Cainith’s embrace, (probably not hard since one was crippled and the other was…well…Qaena), and would hiss in unison with Mouse. “ NO!” Eyes frantically searched the room. “ I CHOOSE!” With that, he eyed A’emi on the bed and lost all control. He would fall forward, half on the bed and half off. Lost in the lustfulness of Mouse’s choice, he crawled towards A’emi, crooning lovingly. “ Love, love, Mouse love.”

Mouse had chosen, and K’ian was powerless to do anything but obey. It didn’t matter that the thought of sleeping with any man, especially A’emi was enough to make him want to gouge out his own eyes.

[Ember]

Chaos. That was, in a nutshell, what the scene had boiled down to. No one ever said hindsight was useful. This Qaena realized when K'ian tore away from her and she was stuck being folded into the giant's arms. The greenweyrling wasn't a violent creature but her frenzied squirming ended up with one of her feet coming close to Cainith's groin and she attempted to wriggle herself free. She was quite done with the crazy run at that point. She'd tried. Anything else that happened surely couldn't be her fault?

Then she felt the anger and the lust suddenly increase and the girl shook her head. That was...not her? Gneiss, then, because Khiraeth was far too happy for angry thoughts. Despite her curiosity over the brown's continued runlust she wasn't going to stick around any longer if she could help it.

((Beyond here depends on Qaena's freedom or not. What happens if she doesn't get free is fairly obvious.))

Qaena slipped out of the door and practically ran all the way back to her weyr. She didn't even really bother to close the door. When it hit the inside of her weyr, it bounced back towards the frame on its own and nearly did the job.

Qaena was far too occupied curling into Khiraeth for protection. "Sorry, sorry," she wailed softly, not sure exactly who she was apologizing to. Gneiss' lust seemed to continually be building but with Khiraeth wrapped around her and her own sanity still only blurred a bit the girl wasn't leaving her haven anytime soon.

Gneiss saw what was happening with the two blues and he grumbled low in his chest, displeased. They were taking his idea of forcing the female. Had he been closer, faster he would have implemented a catch. As it was, he didn't have the smarts to plan around the green's speed. He would simply overpower whichever male had her in the end and take her for himself, as was his right. Imagine his surprise when his sister chose...his other sister?

No matter. Two for one. The brown let out an almost affectionate croon as he approached both greens. Have, he purred, slinking closer and daring any of the males to deprive him of his prize. The brown so deeply believed he deserved them that he didn't even think that they might disapprove of him mosy-ing in on their post-run fun.

[dragon]

Gerroff hissed even as he closed the distance. This was NOT right. They were going to gang-pile his lovely Mouse! They were going to steal her from him!! Teeth bared around his shell, he hissed again as he drew in toward the ensuing chaos. But all that irritation being directed at the other males dissolved in the face of the pain that lashed through him, channeled in from Orena's being struck down by the green dragon. As she veritably bounced off the stone floor, Gerroff's attitude changed completely.

His anger flared to new heights, but at a new target. Titania now had his full attention. That she was a challenger for Mouse was no longer an issue for him ... what was an issue was that as far as he was concerned, she had just attacked him for no clear reason. Snarling he bounded over and past every obstacle in his path as he zeroed in on the little green female, fully intending to bite her hard. Maybe tear her tail off her person. He was piiiiiissssseeddd.

What he hadn't bargained on was Mouse wrapping herself around Titania. Kicking up leaves and things as he slid to a halt, he spat out his shell and hissed a newfound fury. Talk about insult to injury!!! Stalking around the two females, Gerroff was considering this new development and trying to figure out what to do about it. Should he attack them both? They certainly deserved it in his eyes!!

Having another male encroaching upon the scene was just more than he could tolerate. Screaming in uncontrolled fury, Gerroff launched himself at the unsuspecting male, landing upon his back and chomping down on whatever came to his pointy little teeth first, followed by a repeated pummeling with his clublike tail. There was no sense left in him, he was just pure fury and nothing else. Somebody was going to pay!!

Orena was shocked right out of thinking she was Gerroff in person when those talons knocked her aside like so much ragdoll. Spinning about she flung her arms wide and crashed to the floor despite any effort she might have made, thankfully missing the end of the bed. She could very well have cracked her head wide open just then, but instead all she got was a bruised side and wrenched wrist. Groaning on the floor, Orena writhed for a pained moment before looking around. She was still drowning in desire, but she was also in enough pain for her to not really get much of the fury from her mandyr. That and random spats of anger she was far more used to dealing with.

Groaning, she scooted across the floor away from the rather pissed off dragon before finally climbing unsteadily to her feet and casting about. Where, exactly, was she anyway? She wasn't sure, but she figured out that she probably didn't want to stick around too long lest that mean green dragon decided to take a second swipe at her. Heading toward the door was generally a good idea ... except it was blocked by some giant that was squeezing the life out of someone she did recognize. She could well imagine that M'ta wasn't going to be terribly happy with that predicament at all, especially given that he looked pretty lucid. If a tad yummy too.

Marching over toward them (and the door), Orena landed a fierce stomp on Cainith's nearest arch before attempting to do it again to the other one. Hopefully that would put him in enough pain to both wake him up and maybe even drop the other Healer. "Put him down, you lout!" Orena ordered with all the vehemence that came with being in lusty pain. She tugged on M'ta's shirt hoping he'd get free of Cainith's grasp (not that she had a lot of tug to offer, being a slender girl with a sprained wrist), fully intending to head for the door again with M'ta in tow.

Her side hurt too, but she couldn't tell if that was just from falling, or if she had been scored by those talons. Sometimes having a nice deck wasn't an advantage.

[Avu]

How dare they.

Titania uncurled herself, her eyes steady but anger blossoming in the back of her mind. Less true moral objection to what the two males were doing and more irritation at their presumption to assume they were the ones who deserved Mouse so much that they could take her, but there nonetheless. The female’s wings flared out, carrying her forward swiftly towards her sister and the males; her intentions were not clear even to her, but getting there would be a first. She brushed a warning Sister— against Mouse’s mind, privately, but it became unnecessary.

The almost-collision had Titania coiling possessively around Mouse, nipping the other green’s shoulder with affection as she tangled their tails together, brushing her muzzle over Mouse’s spine, shooting the males a triumphant look—dare them to come now.

She was sure that her brother—condescendingly brother, she thought; he was simply not up to her standard at all—did not intend insult with his gloating claim, but nonetheless the green’s eyes narrowed, the spines of her frill flicking out sharply for half a second before she said firmly, Not yours at all. Titania slid herself deliberately between Mouse and Gneiss; she wasn’t fond of physical confrontations, but she was hardly going to passively give Mouse up. Her sister, her mate.

Not that it seemed necessary. Titania purred, almost amused, as one of the blues leapt on Gneiss, apparently in a rage Titania could not quite comprehend for its sheer intensity, and took the opportunity to lick Mouse’s shoulder lightly. We should leave them to their foolishness, yes?

Some other girl grabbed K’ian, pulled him back, and A’emi recoiled on the bed, dragging the covers with him unheedingly as he went, breathing raggedly as another latched onto K’ian. Movement from Cainith had him glaring, teeth bared in a feral mimicry of a snarl, Kyrahth’s low growl rumbling through the air as A’emi bit his lip until he was, distantly, tremblingly, aware of the sour taste of blood in his mouth. And then abruptly, triumph, and K’ian was right there—Kyrahth’s snarl grew even deeper, an ominous warning deep in her chest—but between the fierce, sweet rush of mine and the intoxicating lust from Titania, A’emi leaned forward to kiss him, pressing blood-tinged lips to K’ian’s and curling one hand into his hair to hold him in place, licking at the curve of the bronzerider’s mouth and—

STOP.

Hissed, but vehement enough to catch his attention; A’emi’s immediate response was to blink his eyes open and then shove himself away from K’ian, pushing K’ian away from him simultaneously and hissing as the pain of his split lip caught up to him. One hand went up to his mouth, the other tangling in the pillow with the full intent of initiating a pillow fight of epic, painful proportions if K’ian came near him again, never mind that even A’emi didn’t turn his pillows into weapons, and he blinked, glared at Cainith, the only one who seemed left alone now. “Yours,” he spat, “I don’t want he—im. Get out, don’t—Kyrahth, stop, fuck, don’t kill—”

Offended, the dragon drew short on her swipe aimed at K’ian—this one intended originally to actually slice his leg open for his impudence—and snarled again, dismayed and angry, her eyes bright yellows. I want them out now, she hissed at A’emi, private even in her fury.

Problem there: The longer K’ian stayed, the more A’emi wanted him to stay. “Please,” he said, half pleading and half snarling, “Get out, don’t touch me, I don’t want any part of this fucked up mess.”

[Aftershock]

Rollhead collided in mid-air with Devotion as Mouse moved to the side while both were unable to adjust in mid-leap. Landing on his back, he flipped over, hissing at the other blue and flaring his wings and frill open, displaying his wing-eyes in a threat gesture. "Mouse is Rollhead's! Rollhead best servant of Goddess, Mouse is Rollhead's divine right!" Suddenly, he heard Mouse mindscreaming at the group, and saw her twine with... another green?

Hissing in anger, he leapt upon the twined pair, attempting to not harm Mouse, but more attempting to pull the two greens apart and replace Titania with himself as Mouse's partner, ignoring the chaos behind him as Gneiss was assaulted by Gerroff, and no longer paying attention to Devotion, since the male obviously had no right to Mouse and therefore could not have her.

On the human side of the Run, Cainith growled in frustration as "Mouse" somehow freed herself from his grasp, not even really paying attention as Qaena slipped her small form free from his grip. He was about to pursue "Mouse" into the room in the same way Rollhead was attempting to separate Mouse and Titania, when suddenly something stomped on his foot. The pain would have normally given him some of his mind back, but Rollhead was already sending waves of righteous anger directly into Cainith's mind, and so as Orena attempted to pull M'ta free, Cainith gave him to her, shoving the brownrider forcefully towards the female with all his massive strength, likely knocking the two farther into the room if they were unable to react fast enough.

Stalking a few steps into the room, Cainith was a bit surprised as K'ian was suddenly pushed away from A'emi... right into Cainith's arms. A low rumble of lust and appreciation went through Cainith's deep chest as he intercepted the bronzerider, wrapping the man in his arms and saying, "Good, Titania understand green not proper Chaser, give to Rollhead. Goddess bless Titania and Hers." His prize in his grasp, "Rollhead" tuned out all else, his Runlust overcoming him and causing him to pin K'ian between his gigantic body and the wall nearest the door, doing his best to get the strange cloth things away from his and "Mouse"'s bodies so he could Catch "her" properly and end the Run as it should be, with him the victor.

[Requiem]

After slamming into Rollhead (which wasn't so big a deal considering Devon was considerably more bulky than he was) and getting screamed at by Mouse, the blue was finding this game...not very fun anymore at all. He didn't think he wanted to keep playing it. In fact, it was almost a relief to see that Mouse had already chosen, even if Titania was a green and that rather called into question Mouse's sanity. Mess. Mess everywhere. Mouse make mess. Leave mess to Mouse, Devon concluded cheerfully and turned about to go find something more entertaining to do. (And maybe he was just a little pleased that she had trouble to deal with after yelling at him. Devotion had just been playing the game!)

As for M'ta...he was in the midst of sensory overload. Somewhere along the way K'ian had been torn from? escaped? him, and he was being half-crushed with Qaena against Cainith's chest. Two exceedingly strong impulses were warring inside him. First, and slightly stronger, was a near paralyzing fear that kept screaming at him to gut the man...or possibly sink a dagger into his groin. The second and decidedly more disturbing one involved a mad desire to have one - or possibly both - of the two people he was pressed against. That mixture froze him up long enough for Qaena (thankfully) to escape and Orena to notice his predicament.

Needless to say rational thought was all but gone at the moment. He wasn't even sure what was happening when his shirt was being tugged at, beyond the fact that it couldn't be the giant at his back. Yes. It was hot. The shirt should come off. He'd help, you know, if his arms weren't kind of...pinned. Not so much that he couldn't reach a dagger and stab it in a low point but he definitely wasn't lifting them up to unbutton shirts. The man had just begun wriggling in Cainith's grasp (since both emotions dictated the need to be free) when he was shoved forcefully into the person who had been grabbing at his shirt earlier. Actually, thrown might have been the better word for it, because not only was he off the ground, but the...woman, yes, woman...was catching air too.

His arms clamped around her even as he twisted his body in an instinctive protective act and came down on hard stone with shoulderblades scraping over it as their momentum caused them to slide a couple more feet. For a long moment, M'ta couldn't breathe. All of it had been knocked out of him, between hitting the floor and the woman's weight on his chest. But as he got his breath back he noticed she was warm and soft and part of him recognized that this was someone he knew and someone involved in the run. Then it should be okay...

His hands moved lower, running over her body and finding her to be already topless. M'ta rolled her over, hardly noticing any twinges from his leg or from the toss halfway across the room, the man pulling at her clothing with barely contained need. Any struggling was likely to stop him - he wasn't so far gone as to forget what it was like to have someone after you when you didn't want it - but beyond that the man just needed to quench this fire.

[Zephyr]

(( I am not godmoding. I bolded the parts of this post where K'ian "attempts" to do something to prove this. That does not mean nor assume that he will automatically succeed. In the second part, where K'ian attacks, I only put in one "attempted", but that means that all of his attacks were attempted. It would just be weird if I put that before every attack.))

Mouse was completely and utterly occupied with Titania at the moment. She had chosen, and she didn’t expect any of the males to be sore losers. Then again, she should have expected it. She was amazing. Still, she didn’t notice Gneiss’ approach until his voice sliced through her mind. Eyes shot open, various flashes of purple and red filling her eyes. How dare he? Then Titania moved, no matter how much Mouse loathed that. The darker green slid herself between their offending brother and her, and Mouse hiss threateningly in time to see Gerroff come out of nowhere and attack Gneiss. Completely taken aback, she nodded to Titania’s suggesting. Yes. Go. Let’s.

After all, they had more things to do.

She purred and nipped Titania’s neck, twining herself around her sister’s slender form, leading her towards somewhere more private when she heard Rollhead’s words. Anger flared within the little green and she frilled threateningly. SHE was not a possession, NOT a right. She wasn’t in the state of mind for mental notes, but this one just got on her permanent shit list. Pissed off, frustrated and angry, she laid into Rollhead, roaring menacingly, NO! You LEAVE! With that, the green, surged upwards while Rollhead was on top of she and her sister, trying to pull them apart. Likely, the blue wouldn’t expect this, being as deeply in runlust as he was. The green would seek to dig her teeth into any part of the blue’s soft underbelly. Once she had him in her mouth, if she connected, she would thrash about violently, claws flailing, scratching viciously. She never flipped her body into a more vulnerable position for herself. She would not be taken and she would not be forced. Hind claws dug into the earth, keeping her rooted to the spot. The salamandyr wasn't trying to kill the blue, she was just trying to get him to fucking leave. Her. Alone! She didn’t think about it, but Rollhead didn’t really stand much of a chance with two angry greens after him.

This was right, how it was supposed to be. Mouse had chosen and K’ian was acting in accordance. He felt A’emi’s lips on his own and he purred lightly, hand on the other man’s arm as he kissed him. Suddenly, he stopped and shoved him away. “ Noooo!” The main half wailed, half moaned. Why was he being so difficult? He could tell that the green wanted him as much as he wanted the green. Ignoring A’emi’s dragon completely, and everything else going on in the room, K’ian was crawling again towards A’emi when he was grabbed roughly from behind. Instantly, panic struck through the lust driven man. He and Mouse were truly one now as Mouse was fighting off Rollhead, he saw his present duty clear as day.

“ NOOO!” The main roared as he was being pinned to the wall. This was not right. This was not her choice. Rollhead would fucking pay. At that instant, the man went completely batshit, his eyes growing red with mingled rage and lust. He wasn’t in much of a position to do much, but he would do what he could.

Cainith may have been big, but K’ian was no small man. While not bigger than the man pinning him to the wall, he was one of the tallest in the weyr (besides Cainith). At 6'5'' and over two hundred and fifty pounds (mostly muscle), K'ian was no lightweight. Snarling in defiance, K’ian would do anything now to get away from this bastard, anything. Realizing he had to get out soon and back to A’emi, he attempted several things in succession. First, he lifted his foot up and would slam it down as hard as he could on Cainith’s right foot. Then he would throw his head back, slamming Cainith HARD in the face with the back of his skull. Almost at the same time, he would kick his foot up, right into Cainith’s crotch. Now, Cainith might have been previously kicked in that spot, but K’ian was no girl. He put some real force into that blow.

One thing was clear. He couldn't stop moving, not even for a second. To stop moving would be giving the man an advantage over him, and it would make K'ian himself infinitely more vulnerable. He would not do that, and he didn't. His body was moving constantly, arms flailing, legs kicking.

If he managed to loosen himself from the man’s grip even a little, K’ian would then whirl around, intending to send his fist right into the other man’s throat . Now, because of Cainith’s size, if these blows landed, it wouldn’t be enough to seriously hurt him, but it would probably be enough to send him reeling away from K’ian. And if given and inch, K’ian was sure to take a mile, right to A’emi’s bed.

Once more, if he got away, he would be on the other man’s bed. Couldn’t he see? This was how it was supposed to be. Mouse loved her Titania, even more in that moment. If allowed to get close enough, K’ian would capture A’emi’s mouth in a kiss, burying his fingers in the man’s hair.

“ Love.”

[dragon]

Orena squealed and flailed a bit when she was suddenly cast off balance and across the room like so many sacked onions. But she didn't hit rock this time, instead landing rather awkwardly atop the rather nicely sculpted form of someone else. "Oof!" She answered, hanging on with a firm grip to his shirt.

Getting fondled was a very interesting and nice development, but one thing was glaringly obvious in Orena's awareness - she'd just been tossed back toward that dimglow of a dragon. She was all for the fun, but not at all for the location despite how normally she didn't give a scrap for such things. Purring low in her throat she balled up both fists in M'ta's shirt and gave him a passionate kiss. All before scrambling to her knees and then her feet, practically trying to drag the man to his feet with her via his shirt. Normally she wasn't exactly stout enough to even try for that, but she reeeeeely wanted away from that green ... and she wasn't willing to give M'ta up to do it. So naturally she took him with her, though it would help bunches if he helped with the whole getting off the floor part.

Getting away from Kyrahth was number one priority, and she did what she could do to get past the other brawling riders to do it. Just as soon as she made it out the door though, she felt safe enough to return her attention to the most pressing matter of all - getting M'ta out of his clothes!

[Aftershock]

Rollhead, his Runlust depleted after the Run was "completed", was running on pure fanatical rage, but he was aware enough to not be caught completely unaware of Mouse's assault, especially considering her warning. He wasn't able to dodge completely, however, and his left wing was caught in the green mandyr's maw, and he hissed in pain...

...simultaneously, Cainith suddenly reared back from his assault on K'ian from a phantom pain behind his left shoulder, and combined with the stomp on his foot, his head reared back in reaction to the pain, causing the shorter man's headbutt to hit his throat instead of his face. Gagging a bit, the pain caused the Runlust to retreat to the back of his mind, reminding him that the person attacking him was a hated Wastelander...

...back on Rollhead's side, bondpain in his foot and throat caused the blue to stagger away, lashing at the green's face with his claws to try to dislodge her mouth from his already-somewhat-shredded wing. "YOU LET ROLLHEAD GO!!! ROLLHEAD HATE!!! GODDESS PUNISH YOU AND YOURS FOR BLASPHEMY AGAINST ROLLHEAD AND GODDESS!!!" he mindhowled, clawing and snapping at Mouse and anything else that tried to attack him, his fanatical anger turned to hatred and a desire to escape and plot the punishment for this heretic...

...while on Cainith's side of the equation, the rage from Rollhead, accompanied by the pain from his bonded and the pain from his own attacker, overwhelmed the Runlust completely at long last, bringing Cainith back to his own mind in time to see K'ian still under the effects of Mouse and attempting to reach A'emi. Nursing his injured throat, and quickly realizing that his anger at the man's assault upon him, combined with him being a hated Wastelander and Rollhead's hatred of Mouse flowing across their bond, was going to possibly leave Cainith with a murder on his hands if he did not remove himself from this situation. If K'ian had yet to completely struggle free, Cainith would attempt to throw the man onto A'emi's bed, or if he had escaped, he would simply plant a foot hard into the bronzerider's backside, either one accompanied with a growl of, "Go enjoy yourself, asshole. I'm getting out of this hellish situation." Seeing the destroyed door on his way out, he noted it in his mind that he would have to come back to try to fix that after this was resolved, and stomped back towards the Candidate Barracks, hoping to find Ivy to help calm his nerves.

[Avu]

Males.

Titania’s eyes flashed bright red with fury, the Salamandyr hissing in sibilant anger at Rollhead; this one had not even the buffer of siblinghood that Gneiss did, and she had no compunctions of keeping him whole. Her frill flashed out, too, not a warning like Mouse’s but a genuine threat, the needle-sharp spines ringing her throat in stiff challenge. Mouse’s attack was the more physically aggressive, however, and Titania immediately uncurled and darted out of her sister’s way, murmuring in icy tones to Rollhead, Surely you can tell when you are unwanted. Her version of a warning, the flatness of her ‘voice’ harboring no warmth for Rollhead; she knew perfectly well she could make his life hell and after this, she would.

As Rollhead’s idiotic attempts at claiming Mouse turned into an outright attack on her, however, despite the inherent danger in the messiness of the fight, Titania darted around behind Rollhead, slinking close to the ground to avoid his frenetic flailing. Her teeth sank into the end of his tail—close enough to the end for him to drop his tail if he felt that threatened, but it while it was designed to be painful, it wasn’t intended to cause excessive damage. Just distract him, redirect his attention from Mouse. Leave at once, quietly, almost calmly, releasing his tail and pulling sharply away from him to glance at Mouse for her safety. Sister…?

Oh fucking hell, they were not having sex on his floor.

“Get out,” A’emi repeated, the hiss in his voice unwavering now that Titania, too, was furious. He knotted his fingers into the blanket under him, eyes narrowing on M’ta and Orena until they took their party out into the hall (likely less because of him and more because of Kyrahth, who slapped her tail down next to them in sharp warning as they went), and blinked at the mess that was K’ian and Cainith, and there was just so much wrong with that that A’emi sort of wanted to throw up just on principle. He also wanted to stab Cainith in the stomach, but that was something else entirely.

K’ian getting propelled into him earned a startled, instinctive flinch, A’emi twisting backwards until K’ian’s mouth caught his and he froze, passive and tense under the kiss. Across the weyr, Kyrahth hissed, a soft angry sound, but at the same moment K’ian spoke, and Titania’s attention returned to Mouse, and he was gone; Titania’s effortless lust and possessiveness flickering into his eyes. Kyrahth, get out, firmly, and the dragon went still in surprised anger. Out, an order now (and Kyrahth would obey, he was sure, although he didn’t turn to look—she always obeyed, even if Titania did not), as he leaned forward and licked the blood from K’ian’s mouth, said softly, “Okay. Okay, c’mere, I got you.”