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Post by Ember on Nov 14, 2011 0:24:33 GMT -5
Nocturne was not so lucky as to go unnoticed in his sickness, apparently. The gold turned her attention to him - and he was privately smug that he could grab the gold's attention for being ill and not for doing something impressive. Beat that all you other chasers - and he grudgingly admitted, Sick. He accepted the brush and might have even very quietly crooned. The gold dismissed him then and when she turned he briefly flared his frill in displeasure. He would have still chased, largely on principle, but...he would obey. He respected the gold enough to do that. Besides, there was a promise of next time.
The blue turned to leave back out the door only to notice the large number of scuffling bodies outside. The blue huffed slightly before noticing...oh? Really. The bronze thought it was okay to go after another? Asshat loser bitch, Nocturne addressed Atlas, Stupid be. Chase queen, not ugly. It was perhaps the only service he could do his mate in his condition. Then the blue slipped out of the door and stuck close to the edge of the wall until he was away from stomping feet. Eikane, finally in sight of the craziness, sighed in relief and annoyance. The blue had dragged him out here for no reason? Well, at least he wasn't in that clusterfisk.
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Iskierka gave Elysia a look that clearly stated she was crazy. That door had already opened. There was no way she was going to relinquish her weapons, Rhino messing with her mind or not. Her response to the greenrider was a kindling-dry, "I don't think so." She made no move to grab her blades, though, so at least there was that. Then the bluerider was watching C'zan harrass Elysia and A'emi clocking some random kid and she snorted. The chaos had well and truly begun and Rhino hadn't even arrived yet.
Then she was drawing in a hiss as tiny pinpricks erupted on her body, signalling the arrival of some bronze worm at her breast band. Freaking wonderful. She hadn't quite expected the bronze's owner but she snarled at him as he moved to take off her bra. He did manage to get it off of her but that wasn't really of concern. She had never been particularly body modest and it was a Run. The bronze leaving small bleeding marks all over her and some kid daring to take off her clothes without permission (runlust or no) was what really had her ticked.
Iskierka pulled back a fist and swung it at S'rring's face. The satisfying feel of punching the living daylights out of him helped soothe her anger and her gaze flicked over to Elysia. Then it promptly fell on F'ur and she...growled. How dare he- what? The bluerider caught sight of her brown mandyr scampering between feet and under the door before she staggered backwards. Well shit. "He's here," she commented dazedly to Elysia. She was trying awfully hard to hang onto reason, really she was, but launching herself at the little posse guarding the library doors was seeming like a better and better idea.
Rhino had indeed arrived and he squeezed under the door with little care for the brawl outside. Sore...ee, Sorr-ee, sorr-ee! Not mean light, rully not! Loooove Men, The brown announced his arrival late into the chase, begging for forgiveness. His position was pretty good for joining in though. As Dementia climbed down the table he scrambled after her towards the bookcase once again. He wouldn't let his soulmate go, oh no no no.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 14, 2011 0:26:48 GMT -5
King practically purrrred towards Dementia when she brushed his mind. The gentle surge that he sent towards here was so overwhelmingly loving. He needed her, for more than one reason. He wouldn't resort to forcing her though. She was so beautiful and perfect and deserved much more than that, and if any of these other mandyrs or flits tried it, he would have their head in two shakes of a canine's tail. He paused long enough to watch her dismiss one of the blues. He didn't care that this one was her "mate". The bronze had the typical dose of arrogance that those of his color usually had. He was positively convinced that once she had him, she would never go back to that blue. So, for now, he wrote the exchange off as unimportant...and it was one less chaser for him to worry about. Not - judging by his appearance - that he had anything to worry about from the sickly blue in the first place.
Chirruping pleasantly, he frilled happily when she finally set off. Now the chase really had begun. Trilling and brushing her mind with his intense need and love once more, he was off after her. King didn't follow her up the bookcase. What would be the fun in copying her moves? The unoriginality in that would surely not impress her one bit. Instead, he waited until she was on the table. The wiry bronze ran towards the table, flexing his muscles as the book fell. Vaulting up towards it, he used the falling book as a vaulting board of sorts, jumping on it in mid air and propelling himself upwards towards the table. Flipping, he did a mini somersault and landed on the table in a full run.
Sometimes it payed not to be the biggest.
Running across the table after her, he flew headlong into the air. Now, to most people, this would seem like a mistake. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he was now the proverbial man flying off the edge of the cliff. This was all part of his plan, though. For once his paws left the table, his wings snapped open, catching the air of his headlong dash and spinning surprisingly gracefully in the air, ending up facing the way Dementia was running. Thrusting his wings once to create enough lift to keep him from crashing into the ground, he spread them then and glided towards her, feet already running as he skittered after her, his lean form twisting slightly to give him an extra boost of speed. Hoping to dart right past his queen, he would croon as he passed her, brushing her mind with love as he jumped at the last second, feet catching the spine of some unfortunate book. Coiling his body in the nanosecond that he flattened himself against the bookshelf, he would spring himself back towards Dementia, wings spread to cause him to glide gracefully down behind her, following her once more, as was his right.
What the? Kaius wasn't even completely aware of what was going on, so he definately didn't expect to be punched right in the stomach. Doubling over in pain, he was vaguely aware of A'emi's hand in his hair, pushing him away. For a split second, he thought the hand belonged to his beautiful queen, and he reached up towards it, right before he landed a heap on the ground, holding his stomach. " Oh fuck this shit..." he murmured, rolling ineffectually for a second before King's lust washed over him once more, effectively erasing the throbbing pain in his gut long enough to leap to his feet, eyes blazing as he laid eyes on the two who assaulted HIS BEAUTIFUL QUEEN.
Ignoring A'emi's transgression for the moment (but secretly wanting to rip the man's eyes out), the boy snarled an obscenity, the mandyr/teenager thundered towards F'ur, face twisted into a snarl. The tall boy braced himself and made to crash into the blue rider with all of his strength, grappling for any part of the wiry bluerider that he could manage while screaming angrily. " Don't you dare TOUCH my goddamned QUEEN!" He would try to slash at the bluerider's face with his claws/fingers, in a thundering rage for a super tall but skinny teenager. Scary.
A'emi would get his later.
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Post by Rei on Nov 14, 2011 0:59:31 GMT -5
Amour took but a moment to get his bearings after shooting into the Library. The brown finished his twist and his wings shot open with an audible slap in the still air. It was like they had their own private playground now. Looping around as he caught sight of Dementia he started in that direction only to falter once in wing beats as he was addressed. Amour spared a quick glance for Titania, a chirp of acknowledgement leaving his throat, before he pressed upon her mind an affirmative. Never would he allow harm to befall their Queen of Chaos. He was glad he had a partner in this regard. Partners like theirs yes? Another soft mental brush before Amour dipped even lower and winged closer to the green mandyr as she paused with Dementia as well. They could protect her together. He liked this idea.
Keeping close by his new partner his violet eyes scanned the other chasers as he hovered and waited for the gold to move again. Finally Dementia moved, after brushing up against Nocturne and seemingly dismissing the blue. As she flared her frill and wings the brown uttered another trill and shot upwards again as the gold climbed a nearby bookshelf. When the mandyr queen launched herself off it Amour shot after her but he never moved close enough to touch, only briefly dancing in the air around her form before he dropped into a neat dive as she landed on the table. Instead of landing on the wooden piece of furniture Amour darted underneath it and looped tightly about one of the table legs before shooting off and up into the air again. Noting Titania’s positioning again he quickly banked in her direction and met up with her again in a brief aerial sync before twisting to loop back and follow Dementia again towards the bookcases.
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Elysia’s eyes flicked over the chaos going on around her, a shocked glance spared Iskerika as the woman was half molested by some mandyr’s crazed kid, before she suddenly had a person up in her face. C’zan of Viaqueth. The greenrider remembered him. Not only from Benden but because of the fact that he was a Wastelander. That and her dragon had just battled against his in the last tithe theft they had ever done. Onyth had given the blue some decent burns for his troubles. So was it any wonder that, when the man got up in her face and had the nerve to place his hands on her, she didn’t react in any favorable fashion? Fight or flight reaction kicked in and Elysia was no runner. Dark eyes narrowed, the expression in them dangerous and icy, as she simply hissed at him. “Get your filthy hands off me.” To be honest even if she hadn’t known him on sight the bluerider would have been in trouble anyway. Elysia had major issues with touching. Especially when it was unwanted and she didn’t know or trust the person. His hands on her hips and the kick of a leg briefly between hers had her skin crawling and memories from a time long ago in a northern weyr spilling to the forefront of her mind.
The greenrider’s hand tightened on her blade and she shifted to attempt some kind of assault on the man holding her hips. But before Elysia could tell if her attempted strike with her knee had hit any part of C’zan’s body she felt a vise like grip on her other ankle. She could do more then give a small cry of surprise before her leg was pulled out from beneath her and the back of her head hit the doorframe behind her on her way down. Momentarily dazed the woman registered Dmitri’s weight almost hazily before more pain in her head from the sudden tight grip on her hair caused her to hiss and she started struggling in earnest. Elysia had dropped her blade when her head had hit the doorframe and so instead of the weapon one hand shot up so that she could dig her fingernails into whatever part of the harper’s arm she could reach, the other moving to try and protect her face from attack as she tried to torque her body away from him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No way in hell was she letting Dmitri of all people ruin her face. She'd kill him. (Probably not literally but whatever)
Suddenly however the teenager’s weight was yanked forcefully off her and Elysia blinked at F’ur as the man roughly shoved the harper towards his mandyr controlled posse. The greenrider immediately started to move to rise to her feet, biting back a groan as her head protested violently to the movement and bile rose up in her throat. C'zan had been forgotten in the assault by Dmitri. Even Iskerika’s words came almost as if from a distance and she uttered a soft curse in response. "Well damn." There went one more sane person. Hopefully A’emi would not follow.
Finally back on her feet, if still a tad bit unsteady, Elysia’s eyes narrowed on Dmitri. “Yeah you’re a queen all right. Faranth Dem.” A brief glance was flicked to F’ur, the emotion behind the gaze at least minimally grateful. Though she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the man’s dramatic words. Bring it bitches? Really? Could he have picked a cornier line? Idiots all around and she was smack dab in the middle of it. Faranth did she hate her life right now.
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Post by Avu on Nov 14, 2011 7:37:08 GMT -5
Titania purred breathlessly to Amour, her eyes shading pleasantly blue for a moment at the firelizard’s response. She made no actual verbal answer to him, however; that he had her back and she his was enough. The knowledge made her decidedly more comfortable, in any case. At least one Chaser was not an idiot (and Titania genuinely had her doubts about the others). The green watched quietly as Dementia dismissed the blue—placid, passive observer. She slid into motion when Dementia did again, her path circular, designed to keep Dementia firmly within sight but not too close.
Coiling around the table leg, Titania made a spiraling ladder from the carvings there and a nearby bookshelf, eventually tucking her wings in to roll onto a bookshelf. A glance away from Dementia around the room to make sure, before she skittered down the length of the shelf, drifting in Dementia's wake.
A sharp glance shot at the arrival of a new brown, a creature clearly incapable of stringing together words properly, but Titania only commented quietly to Dementia, Your judgment designates the best, does it not? A clearly rhetorical question; she reached the end of her bookshelf when Dementia reached the end of the table, and threw herself off of it, the green Salamandyr throwing open her wings to glide gracefully to the ground. Two scampering paces, and she immediately pushed off into another glide that landed her on the side of a bookcase, claws seeking holds in the ragged wood on the edges so she could climb—moving tangent to Dementia, looping back to half-glide and half-leap under Amour.
Stay close enough to keep the gold in sight, always; never push, never crowd. The gold had proved herself too dangerous for that with the paper, and in any case Dementia was the bright point in the room. Distancing herself was as good as self-preservation for Titania. And it made it easier to watch.
F’ur’s arrival and the boy tumbling over onto the floor gave A’emi a moment of very distinct thank fucking Faranth; he blinked hard (couldn’t quite get the images of the dark library out of his mind’s eye, and the juxtaposition was sending shivery nervousness skittering down his spine) and managed a lopsided, wry grin for F’ur. Iskierka was thoroughly ignored—she didn’t seem to be acknowledging him, and A’emi expected Onyth had summoned her, if the spikes of disdain from Kyrahth were anything to go by—and Elysia had been rescued by F’ur, so. “Anytime,” he offered tightly, stepping back towards the doorway to block it off and trying to simultaneously ignore Dmitri, which was much harder than it sounded. “And yeah. Sounds about right. Ohh fuck Titania—”
She was actively pushing now, the hot flash of her mind numbing Kyrahth’s incredulous fury, and A’emi squeezed his eyes shut as ghost images appeared, hand instinctively going from belt knife to his temples. And then—Kaius’s rampage for F’ur had his eyes flying open in surprise, except…well, Dmitri had ordered it essentially, and following his orders was expected of the Chasers and…no. A’emi blinked, dazed for the moment in which he could’ve theoretically grabbed Kaius in his passing, and actually shook his head like a bewildered canine, pressing his hand against the doorframe for support.
Dmitri was just…
STOP it, Kyrahth interrupted, her voice clear and sharp. Stay with /me/, you’re /needed/. I don’t think Inocenth will thank me if you’ve lured His down there to babysit an irritating child who thinks himself a shiny worm.
“If by ‘babysit’ you mean ‘beat the shit out of,’” A’emi said blankly, out loud in an attempt to organize his thoughts, and at the wave of Kyrahth’s grouchiness, managed to draw his belt knife at last. He didn’t expect F’ur to need any help with the clumsy ineptitude that was the boy, and ended up just swaying on the spot, gaze flashing to Iskierka—suddenly competition, what?—and then to Elysia in wary alarm, the greenrider unconsciously shifting his weight towards her. Partners, weren’t they?
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Post by Lotty on Nov 14, 2011 15:06:03 GMT -5
Finally in the library, the brown flitter was delighted, or at least he was despite the kick to his rear end it took. He'd rather not think of the extra push as being the boot of his owner, but instead for the sake of his pride, considered it the work of some secret muscle he didn't know he had. Rational for he, since despite the liberal layer of fat on the butterball, he was powerful in his own right. Especially in the wings, for those large parachutes had to hold up all of his extra weight somehow. Still, one thought managed to cross his mind and spoil the good tidings that had come his way: he left his ring behind. Bah! His pretty shiny round thing was abandoned, and in frustration he squawked at the door. He had best return from this room with a Dementia to make up for it!
Speaking of which... he should probably not get ahead of himself. He was too far behind in the race to already be visualizing the end, and from the ground his turned his head up to look for the golden salamandyr. There were only so many places she could go now that they were in here. Focusing in on the scratching sound of nails against wood, the brown lifted into the air clumsily to scan along the bookcases and catch the tail end of a chase that took Dementia over table tops. Just in time he watched her circle around the table leg and his neurotic obsession spun him into a mimicking maneuver; from his hovering spot over the scene he twirled down in a helix before diving into the dust poof that she left behind. All the while he chattered in squirrely appreciation of her form.
C'zan meanwhile had his hands full - literally and figuratively - with Elysia. Not that he meant that to last very long. He had no business with her really, and touching her conjured only the weakest of reactions within himself, his thoughts were but an ember that even Magoo's lusty flame could help liven, "Or you can get your filthy hips off my hands..." No, the bluerider was far more intoxicated with the danger of playing with knives and he girded himself as soon as her arm even flinched towards an attack. Unfortunately for himself he was left defending himself from a different sort of attack. A twist of his hips deflected the thrown knee into the left of his groin. A tender, though not debilitating region between the leg and the family jewels. Lucky he was just then... curling over only a bit as he watched the woman slam back into the door and begin to drag off.
Served her right, oversensitive hosebeast.
As much as he wanted to goad the assault on the woman's face he noticed that the door was looking more and more neglected save for an A'emi. Fancy that. He was going to use the door frame as a personal leaning post, and turning back to the door he scanned the fracas before him for a new target, all the while teasing and testing the participants patience by giving some rather longing looks towards the door handle. With a smile he hummed to himself, "I will, I can, I should, I won't?"
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Post by Ivy on Nov 14, 2011 18:28:21 GMT -5
As the dismissed blue slipped by and addressed him, Atlas hissed. He didn't think the woman he was mauling for her breastband was ugly at all! Of course Dementia was much more beautiful, but calling the rider ugly was just rude. Not to mention he was trying to get the pretties so he could give them to the gold in the next room. However when the woman he was clinging to punched His in the face, he took that as a cue to give up. He'd just have to find some really nice pretties later for the gold - shower her in silk and lace once he'd won her.
So scurrying quickly down to the ground he slipped under the door into the library. He'd never been in this room before, and it took him a moment to figure the room out. Papers. Dust. Tables. Ah! There she was. He watched as she ran around and climbed up onto a table top. He was behind now - even behind the fat brown firelizard that had been kicked into the room a few minutes ago. This wouldn't do. If only he could tell the gold how lovely she was - but alas all the charm seemed bottled up when it came to her. He'd have to let his actions speak for him.
Chubby as he was, the young bronze was still quick on his feet. Instead of chasing directly behind the gold he made his way around - a short cut. Soon he was around the same place the brown was, though the other male was hardly given a second look. His eyes were on Dementia and he crooned to her. Flaring his spines out - since he lacked a frill - he gently extended his conciousness to brush against hers. It wasn't too strong though as he found it to be very forward. He was confident but still a bit... shy with the fairer gender of his species. Still, he would make a good mate would he not?
S'rring was down. S'rring was down and out. As the older woman's fist connected with his face he could have sworn he heard a pop and there was a stab of pain in his nose. Shards! Then he fell backwards and to the floor and the world went black - if only for a moment. Groggily he sat up with an eye twitching a bit. A little bit of blood trickled from his nose and he glared at the woman - who was indeed a woman. The pain had at least given him some of his mind back, if only for a moment. Another surge of lust - and now anger - from Atlas and he was hissing once more, "Bitch!"
Normally S'rring didn't curse, so where had that come from? Ah, Atlas had picked up a nice word from Nocturne as the blue had gone running off. Lovely. Another muttered 'bitch' came from the weyrling as he slowly stood and looked around. Where had that lovely gold gone to? Didn't she know he was good for her? Ah, then his eyes landed on Dmitri and he moved closer to him/her. Helloooooo gorgeous.
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Perses was anything but shy. Constantly letting Dementia feel how he lusted for her. How lovely he thought she was. How beautiful she was. Oh yes, he was determined to win even if on charm alone. He was doing a decent job in keeping up with her as well. Each step she took he mimicked a few moments later, his own prints in the dust seeming to match hers perfectly. He was just THAT good.
Still he let there be a decent amount of distance between him and the gold. After all, he had to keep an eye on that green as well. If he didn't get the gold, she'd be a good consolation prize. His slender form was light and quick, his reaction times were decent. Pages flicked at him and a book fell and he avoided them, even if he just barely did so. Crooning and trilling the whole time he suddenly sprinted ahead, getting right on the heels of Dementia - a dangerous game he was playing now by not giving the gold much room. Too bad he didn't realize that.
In the hall Ivy's movements seemed to copy her mindmate's. As the blue got closer to the gold in the room behind the door, so did Ivy get to Dmitri. A soft purr came from her as she spoke, "Most beautiful..." Then she reached out and ran a hand over his shoulder gently. "No hurt beautiful..." Blue eyes flashed as she looked over the gold's bonded, who in her runlusting mind may as well have been the gold himself and she her blue. Perses/Ivy leaned in and pressed her barely clad figure up against Dementia/Dmitri in a bold move - being brushed against by S'rring as she did so. Where had he come from? Pulling back she swiped at him with her nails, bronze or no he should back off. Didn't he realize that she/he was going to win the gold?
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Post by Requiem on Nov 14, 2011 19:41:58 GMT -5
Perhaps the Run was drawing out a little longer than normal - if you counted the headlong dash down the corridors to get here - but Dementia was actually fairly annoyed that she had to pick a new mate. Even still more annoyed that some of these creatures seemed to think that she wanted their love. The gold only wanted their seed, and only to make this one clutch. All of these amorous mental touches were making her cranky. Last thing she wanted was a clinger...clinging.
Unfortunately, the most impressive specimens chasing her were by and large the ones most likely to cling. Other than Titania, who was admittedly also impressive, but Dementia was already leery of substitute mandyr cocks that came on flit wings, and the one she seemed to be buddy-buddy with was just lucky she hadn't ordered all her chasers...oh. Well now. That might be a good way to thresh the wheat from the chaff.
Make imposter leave, she suggested to her 'mandyr chasers. (If she Commanded them with her gold force, it wouldn't be a proper test.) Then, just to be sure they knew just which one was the 'imposter', she aimed a slash and a hiss at Amour as he moved past. The queen herself zipped up to the top of the bookshelf and...well, perched spynx-like there, cleaning her frill as she observed her 'chasers' in this last test.
Tch. What part of, those two imbeciles assaulted me, defend my honor you dimglows, did these idiots not understand? Only one of her 'males' even bothered to attempt to remove the people who had affronted her. Dmitri was very tempted to take care of this problem herself! Had Nocturne been here, he would have made them pay, or at least given every effort to do so. She almost pouted at that thought. Half-tempted to take King (even if he was failing and way too lovey-dovey) just because he was the only one who knew how to obey, she decided to give them all one last chance.
Folding her arms over her chest, she hardly seemed to notice Ivy and S'rring hovering and touching. Their small little male brains couldn't be expected to comprehend much of anything other than the fact that she was there and beautiful. Of course she distracted them. The fighting over her, though...really? They were going to fight each other and not her attackers? Snatching Ivy's wrist, Dmitri brought it to her mouth and nipped his palm hard enough to get the blue's attention. "Not him. Them." She pointed to F'ur and Elysia. Again. "Or worship me. Don't make me bite you."
Lifting her chin, she stated, "That goes for all of you. Either remove the eyesores or worship me, if you want me so badly. Or go. Away. Imbeciles. Will have to punish Nocturne for making me put up with inferiors," she concluded in a disgusted mutter, arms once again folding over her chest. Really. This was trying her patience.
Dododo. Bored as hell. Couldn't this at least be interesting if he was rousted from his bed? Silly wherhandler who thought he was a 'mandyr queen. Clearly other 'mandyr pwned people didn't have the ability to take on just the personalities like that Queen of a boy did. "Hey, nameless." He never could remember Elysia's name. "Why don't you take out some of that annoyance on the weirdo by the door?"
F'ur could no doubt have handled C'zan easily himself, but she looked like she needed something to do. Or someone to hit. Keeping a wary eye on the clearly struggling Iskierka (who definitely seemed to be the biggest threat if she suddenly went 'mandyr postal) F'ur planted his feet as Kaius continued to writhe against his staff. The bluerider just kind of stared at the boy incredulously as blows glanced off his arms and shoulders while the teenager wildly flailed. Couldn't he tell there was a big stick in his way?
Of course, not forever, because Kaius was actually fairly heavy when the only thing supporting him was F'ur's grip on his staff. With a soft snort, he lifted it and brought it down on the kid's foot hard enough to get his attention though hopefully not to break the foot. (If it did, oh well, you wouldn't see F'ur crying about it.) Then he shoved back at him. Boy was this ever boring. "Some party, A'emi." He wrinkled his nose. Though he could see the need, given the greenrider was a swaying slip of shivers and looked like he'd topple at the lightest breeze, but still. Pathetic.
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 14, 2011 20:18:50 GMT -5
King was good at reading others. He had social tact and was used to making others do what he wanted without actually telling them. Most of the time, they thought that the whole thing was completely their own idea. As such, he had to have good mandyr skills. If he managed to win this run, he would never be a clingy mandyr, unless that was what she wanted of him. He didn’t know. For now, his thoughts were completely centered on the present, his next move needing to be clear in his mind before he thought about the future.
Just then, his desire spoke. Frilless spines extended and he glanced towards the creature she threatened. He had a realization just then, crooning lightly. Hey. There were little flying worms chasing her too. What silly, stupid little beasts. Didn’t they know that a cold of Dementia’s caliber needed strong, fit mandyrs? Not puny little flying things. Growling, eyes narrowed, bright red flashing along with the intense violet of the depth of his lust. Nasty imposter filth… King hissed angrily, tail thrashing.
The salamandyr reacted almost immediately, running headlong towards the bookcase. With the help of his momentum and his claws, he started a sprint straight up the bookcase. It looked as if he were running vertically towards Dementia. Not the case. Instead, he paused, flattening himself against the old books for a second before releasing them in a powerful coiling motion, springing himself towards Amour. Hissing, he slashed at the firelizard, trying to lure him to the side while he twisted his wiry body in midair, meaning to snap the length of his long, muscled tail powerfully at the firelizard’s body as he headed straight for him. Whatever the flit decided to do, King would thrust his wings powerfully. He would never have the maneuverability of the bigger creature in the air, but he could try to flick his tail out once more, hoping to wrap it snugly around some bit of the flit’s anatomy and swing himself to the brown’s back, where he would cling with his claws, folding his wings in and jerking sharply with his tail at whatever part of Amour’s body his tail happened to be around.
This wasn’t working! Frustration mingled with the lust welling deep in the boy as he flailed ineffectually against the staff that the interloper was holding. Anyway, he could tell from the bond he shared with his bronze that Dementia wanted something else of them now. The staff slammed down on his foot, causing him to hiss in pain and back up a little, glaring at F’ur. The boy made a mental note to hunt the bluerider down later (not that he’d remember or anything), and swung around, glazed over eyes searching for the imposter he had heard in his bonded’s mind. Gaze stalled dangerously when he finally saw Elysia. Snarling lowly, under his breath, the tall, lean teenager headed straight towards the dark haired woman, hoping that she would be too preoccupied to see him coming from the side.
Regardless of whether she saw him or not, he would attempt to grab her wrist and hold it powerfully, hoping to twist the limb behind her back. This all hinged on whether or not she saw him. If she did see him, he would still try to grab her wrist, but from a slightly different angle. She hadn’t yet picked up her knife, so that hopefully wouldn’t be an issue. Once he had her wrist, or even if he didn’t, he would make to sweep her off of her feet with a foot, pressing his other hand into her back, holding her hand behind her back, he would whisper harshly into her ear. “ Nasty imposter has no place here.”
If he couldn’t grab her wrist, he would still try and trip her to the ground, without standing behind her, and the words would still leave his mouth. He had to prove to his queen that HE was the best mandyr for the job.
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Ivy
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Post by Ivy on Nov 14, 2011 20:23:22 GMT -5
Freezing in place the bronze turned his head slightly - why wasn't the gold warming up to him? In fact, she seemed to be a bit annoyed if anything given her body language. Confused he just watched the gold as she climbed higher and sat there - a command... no, a request was given and he immediately was on making it happen. Anything for the gold. Did he love her? No, he was confusing lust for love - still lust was a powerful emotion and for the chance to sire a clutch with the beautiful gold he'd do just about anything at this point.
She had hissed at one of the brown firelizards and thus that unfortunate male became Atlas' target. Hissing he sprinted at the male - not that it did him much good since the firelizard was airborn. Shooting up one of the book cases he managed to get higher than the brown was flying and spread his wings out - they weren't the best for flying, he'd never be too impressive in the air but he could glide! So he timed it just right and jumped, letting his wings catch on the air to send him towards the brown. Atlas had been hoping to land on the back of his target, but at best he was only able to slash at him and his as he glided - more like gracefully fell - past him. Away! Go go! 'Mentia no want! Shoo! He may not have the guts to talk to the gold directly, but he apparently had no problem speaking for her.
As Atlas took on a more 'do your duty' mode inside the room, Dmitri's requests by the door seemed to finally sink in. S'rring turned and glared at F'ur and Elysia, letting out a strange growl-like noise as he staggered towards them. Nevermind the fact one woman had already given him a bloody noise and a short black out, he was headed for Elysia. She was a bit distracted by something else it seemed, good thing since otherwise she probably would have laid him out flat before he got close enough to grab a handful of her hair - which is exactly what the runlusting weyrling attempted to do. One thing was for sure, should he survive this night he would never forget it. (Or maybe he would, it really depended how badly he got his ass kicked by the greenrider and if he retained his memory.)
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Perses crooned to the gold, not seeming to be put off by her cold and irritated attitude. She'd learn to accept him, no doubt. He was charming. Bubbly. Sweet. And so handsome! Really, who better was there? Would she pick one of the fatties over him? Doubtful. Still when she voiced her desire to have the brown firelizard gone from her sight, he paused in his chase of her. It couldn't hurt his chances to take a moment to scare off the male, would it?
So a change in course and he was after Amour. He had to wait a moment since one of the fatties got there first, but as soon as Atlas was clear of the brown Perses was all over that. Away! Gooo! Away away away! Butiful no wants. No wants you. Or other fatties and faksies. Noooo faksies. No mandyr, why come? Go chase flying fatties. No butifuls for you! So his approach wasn't all about slash, crash, and maim. It was more mental than anything. But he was a rather small blue, so really his decision to not physically attack the brown was a good one. And ridiculing the brown may chase him off, which would impress Men-men, yes?
At the bite Ivy hissed slightly, but she was forgiving. After all, she deserved it if the pretty gold thought so. And it hadn't hurt that bad - she kind of liked it actually. Ivy could have followed behind S'rring and gone after F'ur or Elysia. She could have. But she didn't. Instead she chose the other option the delightfully gorgeous gold in front of her gave - worship. The smile that slipped over her lips was quite seductive and needy as she let her blue eyes dance over Dmitri's form. Hands began to pet over the gold in almost a tender manner, wanting to feel every inch as the redhead murmured how beautiful and wonderful the gold was. Oh Ivy could have taken on the others, but why? The other males could handle them, and didn't the gold's beauty deserve some worshipping?
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Nov 14, 2011 21:26:00 GMT -5
Rhino screeched to a sudden halt at the gold's request. That would be...interestingly difficult to accomplish. He was more than willing to attack a firelizard, really he was. The problem was with the fact that he couldn't even so much as glide a centimeter. Well, at least he had force of personality. Stomping around, the brown began to bellow at the so-called impostor. Equally unfortunate was his somewhat limitted vocabulary. Fat. Ugly. Fat, fat, fatfatfatfatfat fly-by ugly fat! What he couldn't manage with word variety he managed in sheer mental volume. GO!
As usual when Rhino chased, it was an active struggle to stay in control. The bluerider itched to pull out her weapons and attack something - her own anger was mixing with Rhino's chaotic mind in a bad way - but she hovered back, fists clenching and unclenching. As long as nothing too strange happened in the run itself she might be able to hold out and not attack the people who didn't need attacking. The shirtless bluerider wasn't that lucky though. Dementia's demand left her reeling because of the sudden intense desire to get rid of Elysia using any means.
Iskierka knew better than to fight it too much. She also knew better than to fully give in. The result was her moving towards the greenrider, hands raised neutrally. It was probably for the best that Rhino couldn't physically attack Amour or Iskierka's self control probably would have shattered. In true Rhino fashion she shoved and pushed at any of the others approaching (whether it was effectual or not) Elysia and snarled, "'Lysia. Leave. Now." It was honestly meant more as a helpful warning than a threat. Dementia had specified getting rid of the eyesore, yes? not necessarily hurting it. Iskierka was holding onto that.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Nov 14, 2011 21:28:48 GMT -5
…no.
Of all that Titania would do, this was not one of them. And that probably in itself ruined what chance she might’ve had, and she knew that, but she still was not going to purposely drive away one of the few males with the intelligence to recognize the peril of the situation. The green’s eyes shaded back to blue slowly, and she coiled quietly around a bookend on a nearby shelf, watching the males. Amour was a firelizard; he could take care of himself, she was sure, in the very fact that he could fly (and the other firelizard seemed hilariously and spectacularly incapable of doing much of anything right), and if Titania would not fight for Dementia, neither would she for Amour. Looping her tail around the bookend once, the green questioned softly, Is their attention really only worth the presence of a firelizard?
Excluding herself now. Clearly Amour wasn’t in Dementia’s favor anymore. And as Titania was unwilling to attack the brown—as her kin were doing—she expected that meant she wasn’t either. She watched passively as the males turned on Amour, and eventually reached out to him privately, her voice soft, A pity our queen cannot differentiate between what is and what isn’t. I /am/ sorry for my kin.
It was all she was offering, but she was genuinely disappointed in her kin. Such silly, suggestible creatures. Did they really expect Amour to take a beating without argument, and did they expect Dementia to heal them with love if they returned torn up and bleeding?
He blinked at Kaius, brow furrowing in genuine confusion, before his gaze went to F’ur, and A’emi managed a tight smile, wrinkling his nose slightly in dry humor (he was starting to suspect that being able to find the hilarity in situations like this was all because of K’sel). Titania’s control was…slipping. It was unprecedented and downright weird, but he could at least focus now. The Run didn’t seem to be over yet though.
“Sorry. Make it up to you later.” Another blink at Kaius, and the greenrider threw a decidedly nasty glance at C’zan, but made no effort to stop him; the chances that the bluerider could just pop off the knots were negligible enough that he wasn’t particularly worried. And anyway, the brush of Titania’s mind in quiet warning against his was more important than an irritating bluerider who couldn’t figure out when to shut up. A’emi’s gaze flashed towards Dmitri instinctively, but the man didn’t seem to be interested in actually doing anything himself—just watching, which was good, he supposed.
Els. Right. Focus.
He reached up to grab S’rring by the ridiculous curls (hypocrisy at its finest, but hey, he’d cut his hair a while ago so whatever) as the kid stumbled past and jerked him back from Elysia, kicking out to sweep the kid’s feet out from under him. Might as well get him on approximately the right height level, what was it with people being stupid tall? His other arm looped around the weyrling’s throat, knife spun in his grasp to press the blade between his own wrist and S’rring’s throat. A’emi sure hoped the kid wasn’t too far gone to recognize that hey, a knife meant danger, especially when all up on his jugular. Otherwise this would not be fun and if the kid accidentally killed himself, since A’emi sure wasn’t planning to, then they were going to have all sorts of problems.
Pressing his knee into S’rring’s stomach, A’emi threw a glance up at Els, flashing her a wry grin. Titania’s timing could be shit, but on the other hand, she seemed to have pretty good timing sometimes too. “Might wanna clear out, Els, I don’t think a massacre because of Dmitri’s beauty would be appreciated much.”
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Nov 14, 2011 23:08:21 GMT -5
Amour kept up after Dementia, staying well above and behind her. It was probably a good thing that he had decided to guard the golden one with Titania. It was because of that desire that he was keeping an eye on all the other chasers. It gave him a nice heads up as to their positioning. The brown’s violet eyes whirled with flecks of yellow as he noticed a sudden change in the male mandyrs chasing Dementia. Well wasn’t this just nice? One moment he seemed to be doing fine with them and the next he seemed to be public enemy number one. Typical mandyrs. Or at least typical to the majority of ones he had met. Two faced most of them. Looping the brown shot higher into the air and banked away from the bookcase to give himself some room to maneuver.
Really? These silly flightless creatures thought that they could what? Out fly him? Sure Amour’s wings were starting to ache but he was quite the agile creature and he wasn’t to his limit yet. He hadn’t had to flip and perform pretty tricks for Dementia. Simply follow her. As King flung himself at him the brown uttered a challenging trill and simply shot up instead of listing to the side as King wanted. The mandyr’s claws slashed at merely empty air as he fell and the firelizard half rolled and slashed out with back talons at the bronze mandyr’s tail as it sought to tangle with him. Yeah he didn’t think so. One mandyr dealt with. The bronze would have to re-climb up something to launch himself again and so the brown’s attention went to the other chasers. The mental things screamed at him were shoved aside with the help of his bonded’s flood of anger. Yes. Anger he could use. Especially when his banking twist brought him closer to Atlas and the bronze’s talons raked along his flank. Enough. Was. Enough.
Amour twisted and buzzed the bookcase for a moment. He was attempting to throw Dementia off really. Let her believe he was really leaving. Titania’s soft brush to his mind had the flit giving her a pulse of understanding in return. It was okay. He realized that not all mandyrs were bad. Mhir especially wasn’t bad. He filed the green mandyr under one of the ones he could trust until she proved otherwise before he separated his consciousness from hers. Violet eyes swirled with the briefest stirrings of crimson as he allowed Elysia’s more violent mood to flood him for a moment. Dementia hated them all did she? Didn’t think they were worthy? Thought herself above them all? Well then she could just take what she got. And what she was going to get was him.
Looping suddenly back on himself Amour shot over the top of the bookcase and flung himself at the golden mandyr. His talons reached out to try and grasp her and pull her tightly against his body as his wings flared to try and prevent her from darting around him. Should he manage to grab her the brown was planning on taking her into the air with him, where hopefully her little minions would be unable to reach him. Take that bitch.
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Elysia’s head was still pounding as she squared her stance. At least she didn’t seem to have cracked her head open in the fall. But fuck did it still hurt. Almost instinctively the woman shifted closer to F’ur as Dmitri made his demands. God Dementia made Dmitri into such a raging bitch. Would be nice if he showed some of that backbone in everyday life. Quickly Elysia took note of the positions of all her current opponents. Just what she wanted. A miniature army of mandyr crazed after her blood. Dropping into a defensive stance she half glanced towards F’ur before hissing. “I’d love to.” But before she could it seemed that Kaius had suddenly decided that he was done with F’ur’s stick and wanted her instead. Joy. A feral snarl was offered the candidate, the greenrider actually half baring her teeth at him, as she tried to ignore the pain in her head. “Come try it boy.”
As the boy reached out to try and snag her wrist Elysia lashed out at him with her palm to knock his hand aside, sidestepping to avoid his attempt to sweep her off her feet before aiming her own quick kick at the back of one of his knees. Assuming that would topple him, if it managed to connect, she danced out of his immediate range to allow F’ur to have him again if he wanted. S’rring she had noticed was coming as well and the woman had started to turn towards the other boy only to see that A’emi already had him well under control. Elysia could have kissed him for keeping his head enough to actually be useful. Iskerika’s snarled warning had the greenrider turning dark eyes onto her suddenly. Yeah that sounded like an amazing idea. She did not want to be stuck here if Iskierka broke loose. That would not be a good thing. Though with F’ur here Iski could be handled better, and she didn’t really want to leave A’emi and him to take them all on. Especially with C’zan there to mess things up. The Wasteland man was a loose cannon and the woman couldn’t be sure what side he’d take if worse came to worse. Still the temptation to run was also high. Duty warred with self preservation.
Moving quickly as Iskierka pushed at someone Elysia moved to at least put herself closer to an exit. Unfortunately to really get away she was going to have to go straight past Dmitri. The ‘empress’ of this whole ridiculous army. Checking to make sure that the others were all occupied Elysia glanced at Dmitri and his little fawning subject. A sudden explosion of intense lust and anger from Amour had her already pounding head reeling and she half stumbled towards the harper in automatic response. That firelizard was so going to be disowned at this point.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Nov 15, 2011 15:18:56 GMT -5
((I am aware I am very very late, but Shells wouldn't let me get away without at least ONE post. I tried not to really interact with anyone, so for all intents and purposes everyone (Dementia included) can ignore this post SORRY))
Where Shells had come from was anyone's guess. Normally the red-bronze salamandyr was an absolute terror, especially when it was Dementia who was running, but so far he had been both conspicuously absent and conspicuously quiet. Not like him at all. Obviously he hadn't been spotted before, either by Dementia or by the other chasers, so how he managed to appear high up on a shelf above the Run was a mystery. To be fair, though, Shells had always been sneakier than most people gave him credit for, if only because he generally ruined his sneakyness by shouting obscenities. He had to learn it at some point, though, or Piden would never let him out. Ever.
Regardless, his scarlet hide went unnoticed surprisingly easily when he shut his mouth, and the thin coating of dust that covered everything in the library couldn't do anything but help. Skulking in the corner of a shelf with his mental presence shielded he was... well, he wasn't invisible, but when everyone else was focused on Dementia with every fiber of their being, he was invisible enough. Certainly invisible for Shells.
At least until Dementia crossed in to his field of vision, dashing up the bookcase conveniently opposite his own. (Well, perhaps not so conveniently - Shells had to do a bit of last-minute scurrying to get to the right place, but it LOOKED convenient to everyone else). Then Shells let out a sinister laugh, half-taunting. Poo-tetic, he purred, far too pleased with himself. Then, raising his voice dramatically, he added, Mential say think worthy, dumbtings.
Oh yes, Shells had been listening in. Problem was, the Bronze didn't think he was worthy, he knew he was, and she hadn't asked for those that KNEW they were worthy to chase. Stretching conspicuously, Shells padded awkwardly on his over-long legs to the edge of the shelf across the aisle from Dementia's, perching on the edge with his frill proudly extended and watching the foolish beasts throwing themselves around and screaming in an effort to get Dementia's attention (not that Shells wouldn't be doing the exact same thing had he been chasing the whole time). Here for Mential when she get bored of ugly fat uglypusses. And that was all.
Piden paused momentarily, rolling away from his partner to mentally probe Shells, prompting a sleepy, pleased "Mmm?" from the woman sharing his bed tonight (Yes, Piden hardly ever worked). If Shells was runlusty, Piden couldn't tell, given that he still wanted to have sex with... mm. Dmitri. Apparently the Bronze was chasing after all, in his own way. Well, his current partner would do for now, Piden supposed. Rolling back on top of her, he resumed what he'd been doing, murmuring "Everything's fine fatty... uh... Dem... crap." Luckily for the Handler and his continued survival, his partner seemed more interested in his sudden vigor than anything he was saying. This was fine with Piden.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 15, 2011 21:45:21 GMT -5
Abort the phony? Expel the fake? How was he supposed to know who that was exactly? The brown flitter swooped around in another circular path, chasing his own ringed tail in attempt to get a look at himself. Was he supposed to be this fake that the gold mandyr was yabbering about? After another round of tail chasing he decided that he wasn't, though of course with the help of some very important clues from Dementia. Ohhhhhh so it was the Amour-Titania alliance thinger.... well he could handle that at very least. The mandyrs could scream and yell all they wanted all they wanted, it wasn't going to help when he was the only other one in the room with the wings to take him higher and higher. High enough to try and intercept that other firelizard anyway.
With a labored oof, the chubby brown pumped his wings up and down, finding it hard to catch any break in the stagnate, dead air of the library. Nonetheless, in his cumbersome manner he scaled the bookshelf as a chorus of mandyr voices made their displeasure known. Still, his slowness in this instance was actually a blessing. He managed to hang in the air long enough to catch sight of Amour gunning for Dementia instead of leaving, and having been entirely forgotten, and for all intents and purposes discounted, found it completely appropriate to make a big splash. Rising again just a bit more he angled his body forward and curled his body into a tight and dense form. He was dead weight falling right for the other firelizard. Cannonball!!!!
Glares were easy to brush off. That seemed to be all these people wanted to do. Give him looks. Looks weren't going to do much. Not when he had actions and they had nothing but issues. A'emi now wrapped up with this S'rring kid, he was quick to draw his knife. Could he untie these silly knots barring the door? Probably not, but like great mythic heroes he could take apart the Gordion knot with a blade alone. Now to take to it slowly, just to saw a little bit and catch a stray eye... he really wasn't wanting to open the door no. Just see what buttons he could push, but with a glance around he noticed everyone segmenting off too busy with their mandyr emotions. Well, that wasn't nearly as fun. He pouted and finally jabbed the knife into the knot. Screw it.... boring....
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 15, 2011 23:15:36 GMT -5
Oh, yeeeeessss. Dementia purred as her lovely male minions all rallied to drive off that pesky firelizard who spent way too much time around her Harperlove's (and therefore her) hatchlings. His shouldn't be allowed to attack her Harperlove, no, no more than she should have ever been allowed anywhere near him. Of course the golden salamandyr remembered every slight that woman had given, and it was only in her infinite mercy that she hadn't held it against the lovely bitchface. But look at all her devoted followers, doing just as she'd asked! Maybe most of them weren't successful, but...
Stupid flit. Shells king of fat uglypusses, Dementia told the useless bronze on the shelves across from her, even as she dropped down and back into the cover of the topmost shelf. Like a firelizard could capture her so easily. Though...Dementia paused at the sound of one body impacting another and a tangle of firelizard tumbled earthward. Was that the other flit? Flaring her frill curiously, she crooned to Magoo. That one should have chosen, Titania lovely, Dementia commented with a touch of amusement. (Clearly all of her 'mandyrs jumping to, in some cases quite literally, had put her in an infinitely better mood.)
Speaking of which...who to choose? She needed a mate and was growing tired of this Run. Maybe it was okay to break the norm and have a 'mandyr other than her Nocturne, if only for some diversity in the ichor lines. Go, Dementia told Rhino and Perses without explanation, adding a mental touch of gentle dismissal for Titania as well. Rhino was late and Perses couldn't seem to keep his attention off the other female even though they were mid-Run and Titania wasn't even glowing. Not something she wanted in even a temporary mate. Not clingy, yes, but this went beyond that.
That left her with just the two bronzes left. How curious. Usually bronzes were the first she dismissed, because they couldn't keep their arrogance in check. Now she found herself waffling between an overly clingy King and an Atlas who had been distracted by inanimate objects right in the middle of her Run. Both had redeemed themselves adequately but that only made the choice more difficult for her. Hmmm...
Oh for Faranth's sake. Dmitri half-glanced over her shoulder at the blue pawing her. Well, she'd granted him the permission to do so, but it was still mildly annoying. Possibly because all the other males were being good little minions. Even the late brown who wasn't terribly aggressive. Catch flies with honey and all that, and Dmitri hadn't said beat the imposter to a pulp. Just get rid of him. Eyes narrowed on Titania for a moment, but then the gold dismissed the green as unimportant. She'd made the wrong alliance with that brown flit and already forfeited.
Brushing Ivy's hands off her, Dmitri pushed Perses gently back. By the boob, but since when did male salamandyr's have breasts? Clearly unintentional. "Keep to the greens, little one." She sashayed forward gracefully into the mayhem, secure that her males would protect her (and ignoring Amour beyond thrusting a hip into the stumbling flit to perhaps send him sprawling for being such a pain in her royal backside this Run) and looked from one of her bronzes to the other.
F'ur had taken the opportunity Elysia gave him without much thought, stepping in to twist one of Kaius' flailing arms behind his back before the candidate could regain his feet and launch himself at her again and placed a foot on his calf to further prevent him from rising for good measure. Hm. Now that kind of left him immobile, didn't it, unless he wanted to release Kaius. And there was a C'zan apparently cutting at the ropes. That was what big sticks were for though. Casually, as if he were swatting a weyrbrat with a wooden spoon, F'ur swung the staff at an angle to clip the top of C'zan's head with the ironshod tip. Nothing to put the man out but definitely likely to have him seeing stars for at least a moment or two. The bluerider smiled to himself. Shafted. (Yes, even his internal monologue was corny). No doubt Elysia would want to take it from there. Dododo.
Dementia may have her bronze chasers at about equal standing, but Dmitri found himself faced with one of his favorites pinned and the other pinned and held at knifepoint. Tch. Waving F'ur off (because clearly the one without any creature chasing would listen to the Queen) she turned toward Titania and, taking her by the arm that held the blade, drew the arm back. "Not at all ladylike," she tsked to her green. Dmitri lifted Atlas to his feet and licked the blood from the small nick on his neck. "But you drew first blood, didn't you, handsome?" she questioned him, threading her hand through his hair and tugging him back with her until her back hit the wall just near the doorframe. Then she claimed the weyrling's mouth.
First ichor definitely won Atlas quite a few brownie points. That and he hadn't been at all clingy. Thus decided, Dementia glided down from her perch and wound tightly around where the bronze had landed, dismissing the last of her chasers before she trotted off, tail coiling under Atlas' chin in a silent command to follow. Her mate. At least for now...
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