Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Aug 27, 2009 21:09:30 GMT -5
[shadow=green,left,100]:: Phremath ::[/shadow]
Flipping delicately into a thermal, which she rode slowly upwards for a few seconds, the green paused long enough to take note of her chasers. All but the ones who had not yet decided when first she dove were following nicely - if somewhat imperfectly in most cases. Just Frosstyth numbered amongst her browns, but part of her acknowledged that this was likely best; the larger dragons struggled to keep up and she hated seeing them try so hard, only to fail. The poor things. But she couldn't go easy on them. The best had to catch her, after all, and it wasn't as if she never chose a brown...he simply had to work harder than the blues to earn that right.
And he certainly was working hard. A respectful creature, if rather unimpressive in terms of agility in comparison to his rivals. But she noted his attempts and that weighed heavily in his favor. Garaeth fared best against the river, playing with it where the other two blues struggled a little. His croon was well-received, if not returned, but it was far too early for that one little test to decide the entire Flight. Phremath was just getting warmed up. Ylonth she favored as a return contender, and, though his daring cost him a dry tail, that same bravery earned her approval. Impossible to tell whether or not Adith intended to half-land in the river, though she thought not...Still, something familiar stirred with the cry he'd added on their downward dive, and his cleverness in regaining the air impressed.
All four of her chasers were worthy suitors. It pained her that she'd have to choose one over the other...maybe one would emerge more clearly as the best, and the decision wouldn't have to be a hard one. She hoped so, even as she crooned to all her lovelies (ignoring the apology of the dragon now wrapped up in Aonith's flight) and skipped out of the thermal. There were many pockets of hot air near the cliff face, and Phremath chose a most unusual method to regain altitude. Her legs struck the side of the cliff, pushing her higher and sideways, where she leapt for another thermal. Small rise, another twist, this time in the opposite direction, her feet striking the vertical earth. In this way she scaled the cliff in its entirety, streaming into one last thermal that shot her straight up, close enough to the running C'oar to reach out and touch.
Her wings snapped shut into a tight barrel roll, the green striking the earth, her tail narrowly missing the brownrider, and she was off running as only Phremath could run. As a weyrling who might well be bound to land, her legs had developed in ways that they normally didn't in dragons, thick tail acting as a counterbalance as she pounded over the ground and into the thick forests. This, truly, was why browns and bronzes must struggle; Phremath's ability to stay airborne was limited by slipstreams and thermals.
[shadow=tan,left,100]::Salenth::[/shadow]
Salenth glided sinuously in amongst the clouds, not following Aonith downward immediately. Browns hardly threatened him. They weren't so strong, so powerful, and any attempt at agility was bound to seem slow and awkward in the eyes of so graceful and experienced a green as Aonith. Frankly, the bronze delighted in simply watching her from his heights as he wove a pattern in the clouds, mirroring her movements in the opposite directions above. A compliment to her glorious dance. He wouldn't insult her by attempting to join it below, where his insufficiencies would sully her performance. Salenth preferred older greens. Always had. They were the ones who truly knew how to fly, and he was much too seasoned a dragon to believe this was anything but an attempt to impress the green more than the others. Winning wasn't indicative of superiority. Still, he liked to think that he could catch a green's eye...
Aonith's, in particular. Her flight along the river drew him downward in a steep dive that changed quickly to horizontal speed, still above the green's own route. He looped in the air, twisting at the apex as he came down again before changing direction to put himself upright once more. It wasn't the tightest or swiftest display, but it was graceful, and that was what he'd been going for. Swirling upwards in a flurry of wingstrokes toward the sky he loved far more than this dancing amongst the trees, a flash of shining green from the other side caused him to pause. What? Phremath!
[shadow=green,left,100]:: Phremath ::[/shadow]
It was unintentional, yes, but the truth remained that the dragon with her stunted wings had found her favorite glade, the one with rocks that expelled heat and created a thermal unmatched by any in the area. This she took upward - right into the middle of Aonith's Flight. In fact, she had to adjust to avoid striking the other green at that wild pace, slipping out of the thermal early and not nearly as elegantly as she usually did. Phremath tumbled for a few moments before regaining equilibrium, gliding on her small wings into a little eddy. Mild though she was, the green snarled at Aonith in annoyance. What was she doing here, near Phremath's thermal fo all places!
It was, perhaps, inevitable, as linked to one another as they were. Kalierre favored the three who reached her swiftly with an appreciative growl, eyeing them hungrily. She stood still, trembling for a moment, but then her eyes rolled towards the treeline, fingers curling around the cane. The woman was off and moving at a pace that was almost unbelievable, using the implement more as her leg than the one attached to the mangled hip. It was a queer, vaulting run over the ground. Such was the timing that Phremath vanished into the trees at the same moment as Kalierre. She wended in and out of the trunks, moving swiftly and using her cane to vault obstacles with no regard to the scratches and bruises springing up all over her body.
Doubling back of a sudden, the woman burst again from the trees...right at the edge of the cliff. And leapt. Her body struck the ledge below, instinctively rolling over her shoulder and stumbling a few paces before she again found her rhythm, the burning in her hip negligible in this state. Kalierre leapt to the next weyrledge, caning around a dozing dragon, before slipping into the weyr itself. She moved through it, into the corridor, and down the stairs. This room. Yes. But, upon bursting inside, she found it to be already occupied by the other.
Kalierre froze and hissed at the other woman, bristling. What was Aonith doing here?
[shadow=brown,left,100]::S'rei::[/shadow]
He was actually surprised at how few were in the room. One other, to be precise. Weren't there two other dragons chasing Aonith? S'rei cast a sidelong glance at Ruske - no, G'tor. Maybe now would be a good time to vacate the vicinity. Except...well, if Salenth happened to win he'd end up jumping the next available person, which could prove disastrous. Much as he didn't feel the Flightlust now, he couldn't separate himself from Salenth when he won. Unfortunately enough.
But...oh, shards, not good, not good. He stared at Kalierre and the men on her heels in something very akin to horror. She could not be here right now...and if she was...yes. Phremath had managed to tangle her Flight with Aonith's, and Salenth was more than just a little annoyed at the interruption.
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Post by Sheari on Aug 28, 2009 11:08:47 GMT -5
He had been left behind again. As the greens had twirled off in their ways he had been too slow and had been left in the back. Determined to redeem himself, Pagoth flapped his wings harder and put on a burst of speed to catch up to the other Chasers going after Aonith.
It had already shown that she was going to fly fast and hard, with sharp turns and double-backs. As he caught up to the Chasers he stopped flapping so hard and allowed himself to glide on a current in the air. It lifted him up slightly as they were led over the canopy of the trees and than back toward the river. When Aonith flew into the trees, Pagoth remained above the canopy. He had left the thermal a while ago and was now beating his wings in a rhythm slower but in time with the green's.
She rose out of the branches without a scratch and he followed swiftly as he could behind. He mimicked her to the best of his ability, beating his wings and turning upward into the sky to follow.
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Post by Rowana on Aug 28, 2009 20:38:35 GMT -5
Ah there she was! Ruskeath's eyes sparkled. Aonith looked like an emerald in the sky. He wanted to please her, to show her how skilled he was at flying. He watched her in anticipation. What would she do next? He was sure it would be fantastic. Sure enough, she tumbled and dove, so fast he was barely ready. But ready he was. With a cry of delight, Ruskeath dropped after her. This was his element! Pulling his wings he dove, like a brown blur through the sky, his long tail whipping behind. Trees rushed to meet him, and he was ready for them.
At the last moment, Ruskeath pulled up, turning his dive into a graceful sideways tumble that scattered leaves everywhere. Though he had lost some momentum with his trick, he could still she Aonith. He would not fail her now. Then she was gone! For a second Ruskeath blinked with surprise, then he realized what had happened. She had gone beneath the trees! Such skill! He was even more impressed and even more wanted to impress her back. Ruskeath could not enter the trees, he was far to large. Instead, he skimmed the canyon sideways, dipping one wing into the space. He straightened as she emerged and rose after her once more.
Then he started. He had nearly forgotten Phremath entirely until she suddenly appeared in front of him. He backwinged for a moment, loosing precious momentum before riding himself of the confusion. Aonith was his gem, not Phremath. He flapped hard to gain ground, rising over the other green. This time he kept focus solely on Aonith. She was the only one for him. He would not be distracted again.
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Garaeth watched Phremath with delight and surprise. What a clever way to rise! Garaeth dodged back and forth, trying to keep up with her movements but it was hard. He really wasn't used to this kind of chase. It probably would have been faster just to go straight up, but that wasn't as much fun! He rose up over the lip of the canyon and did a little flip as she tumbled on to the ground. His eyes flashed and he crooned in concern. Had she meant to fall like that?
But apparently she had. Before Garaeth could recover, she was off. She was running along the ground! Garaeth felt his heart swell with excitement. Phremath was full of surprises! He swooped as low as he could, but didn't dare come to ground like she had. He knew he would be as awkward as a fish on land. But she as like a wher, running like the wind.
He was ready when she rose again, flapping his wings and twirling happily at her. He invited her to once again join them in the skies. It was so much better to play with her there! He wasn't ready for the second green though. Garaeth squaked in surprise and was so thrown off by Aonith's appearance in front of Phremath that he forgot to look where he was going. Something very large and shiny loomed into view and Garaeth had to drop sharply to avoid crashing into Salenth. He lost much of his progress this way, but he wasn't going to let it get him down. Phremath was waiting for him! Regain his balance, he sped after her once more.
Pain invaded Garaeth's mind and his eyes flared yellow with sudden fear. T'ke-mine! Phremath and the others were instantly forgotten. Something was wrong! T'ke was hurt! Garaeth dropped from the sky, speeding back the way he had come. Flight lust completely vanished, his mind focused only on reaching his rider.
T'ke stumbled after Kalierre on shaky legs. Where was she going? Didn't she like him? Maybe she didn't. Maybe she was leaving them all for a more worthy male. Until he knew for sure, he wasn't going to let her out of his sight. He struggled on, bumping into trees and falling over bushes. He must look like some kind of leaf, mud monster by now. Then, suddenly, she was gone.
Somewhere, buried underneath the dragon instincts, T'ke squirmed in horror. But he couldn't stop himself leaping off the cliff after Kalierre. Unfortunately, he wasn't so good at landing as Kalierre. He hit the ground rather harder than he meant and an audible crack could be heard to anyone who was actually listening. The sharp spike of pain brought the boy back to reality so suddenly he felt a rush of nausea. Where was he? What was going on? He could hear Garaeth in his head, but why did he sound so upset? He started to answer, but couldn't. He was too busy looking at his leg, now pointed in a way he was sure it wasn't supposed to go.
Oh... Shards....
And T'ke fainted.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 30, 2009 12:56:46 GMT -5
Ylonth drifted upward a little, admiring Phremath’s dancing from thermal to thermal, as well as a few other things about the green he rather liked. Then she bounded her way along the canyon wall as if it were another kind of ground placed specially for her use. That kind of unexpected move was exactly what attracted Ylonth to chase Phremath, that and her determination to do anything any other dragon could do in new and interesting ways. How many other dragons would be bitter over having such small wings? But never her. She was splendid!
Straight up she went, rolling over the cliff edge, landing and off running without a pause. Ylonth chose to join her on the ground, though his gait was hardly graceful, a series of bounding leaps rather than true running, assisted by a little judicious use of his wings when the thick trees allowed it, which was not often, most often he had to keep his wings furled tight to his body and bull his way through the offending vegetation.
Ylonth broke clear of the trees in time to see Phremath rise on the best thermal in the area, and flung himself skyward after her without a glance to the sudden appearance of Aonith and a whole pack of other male dragons. In the air he had more trouble ignoring them as he tried to get close to Phremath. He did not want to be caught up with Aonith’s chasers. He spun rolled away from a brown hide, and ended up nearly belly to belly with Garaeth as the other blue abandoned the chase with hurt in his eyes. Ylonth felt some concern over the young blue, but all his attention was taken with avoiding collision and impressing Phremath.
As his dragon took to the forest in pursuit of Phermath R’fuin dashed into the trees hard on Kalierre’s heels. The trees reached out to grab him, trip him and pull him back and he snarled at them as he wove and stumbled through them, collecting no few scratches in the process. As Kalierre burst from the trees and leapt from the cliff edge it never occurred to R’fuin for a moment that he shouldn’t follow.
His instints prompted him to curl midair and roll on impact and even then R’fuin still had the breath knocked out of him. Shaking his head he managed to get his feet under him and his lungs working properly again and bounded up the next ledge, doing his uttermost to catch up to Kalierre.
At last she paused and darted through a doorway, R’fuin, quite predictably, slipped around the doorway after her, and found himself surrounded by unwanted riders. He moved as close to Kalierre as he dared, silently proclaiming himself to be for this green, not the other.
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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2009 17:48:48 GMT -5
It was a fun chase. Both human and dragon agreed in their respective chases.
Aonith was dazzling to watch and Dsoleth crooned for her agility and speed. A talanted flier and well worth his time in chasing. He still had a tinge of regret that he had to abandon Phremath but with her mostly out of thought he didn't mind as much. However as the flight continued the two greens ended up crossing paths and - oh no hostility! - absolutely confusing the brown. Oh dear, with both so near he was forced to choose anew. He crooned as much to comfort himself as to hopefully disuade the two pretty greens from attacking each other. They would continue their flights, right? Please?
Dsoleth hovered tentatively near Aonith. He was not a violent dragon at all. He hated to see other dragons attack each other. If these two tried he'd try and stop Aonith if it meant a bit of his hide. He crooned to both as he used himself as a physical barrier between the two. If they really they were quick enough to get around him....or they could always try to go through him.
T'san was whipped in the face by a thin branch. Ouch! Figured his green would tangle through the trees. He put up a hand to avoid another instance. One bright red line across his face was enough, thank you very much. He was glad when he saw her turn and leave the forest headed for...the cliff? The sane part of the man, burried fairly deep but there nontheless, wanted to panic. The feral part reveled in the challenge, the chance to test his wings. Kalierre disappeared over the edge followed by another person. Snap! A dragon screamed somewhere. T'san leaped down and rolled. When he looked behind him he saw what the commotion was about. Crap.
Sane T'san returned for a moment to check on the boy...who had fainted. The leg angle looked weird...broen? Probably. That explained the snap. He wavered as he watched Kalierre leap to the next ledge and whined. It would be okay to leave him there right? Just until the flight was over? The boy was unconcious anyways so its not like he'd notice....The pull the lust was exerting on his mind was too great to just ignore and help the man. The brownrider's mind was flooded again and he jumped over to the next ledge and ducked inside. That's when he realized he wasn't naked. That just wouldn't do! A flustered drudge caught his shirt, a glow basket his pants, and his underwear and one sock adorned the hallway.
The other sock still on went ignored as he hopped into the flight room and took a look at the scene. Both of them? Together. He was more decisive than his brown and hissed annoyance at Aonith. This was Phremath's room right now! Her and her suitors. What was the other green doing there?
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Post by dragon on Aug 30, 2009 22:37:53 GMT -5
Frosstyth watched in wonder and amazement as Phremath more or less skipped up the cliff face, to get back up into the air. That was something he would never have even tried … nor would it have occurred to him to try it. But then … he had a set of fully functional wings that were powerful to carry him and a load around anywhere he wanted to go. So … there was no need for him to think of it. Necessity breeds ingenuity? Or something like that. Regardless, Frosstyth was impressed. Enough so that he kinda just … cruised, staring at her as she did that. It wasn't until she shot over the cliff edge into open air right past His that he realized (again) that he should be following her.
Suddenly, with a trumpet of encouragement and some awe, Frosstyth started beating his wings again, climbing up the cliff face as quickly as he could go, aiming to follow her before she could quite get away. So focused on her was he that he almost missed one important detail: the cliff. At the last moment he realized he wasn't going to clear that ledge. Startled, he flared his wings and stuck his legs out just in time to crash into it, only his head peeping over the edge. It knocked the wind out of him in a huge grunt, before he kicked off again, shoving his mass upward violently, to get him over the top. Hooking his back feet on the edge, he heaved upward again, lifting and spreading his wings once more. One powerful downstroke, and he was airborne again … if gasping. But that was only a temporary thing, and was quickly overcome as he hurried after Phremath again.
Only for him to realize that she wasn't airborne anymore, instead vanishing under the trees. With a despairing cry that almost couldn't be heard even by him, he closed his wings, and crashed through the top of a tree to come to a stumbling run of a landing on the other side. Leaping forward on his powerful back legs, he tried to follow after her. But running was not something he'd ever really tried to do … at least, not since he had been a little weyrling, at any rate. Most clumsy at it, he practically tore his own hole through the forest to chase after her, heedless of small branches and bushes that he plowed under. No … there really was no agility or finesse to his approach. Just loads of determination. He was not going to give up just because it was difficult!
As she breached a glade with bare rock in it, Frosstyth was not terrible far behind … though he'd lost some distance on her for it. Between being bigger, having to force his way through, and then not really being as capable a runner as she was … it just all slowed him down. He reached the opening and prepared to leap straight back into the air after her … but he hesitated.
There were an awful lot of dragons already up there, zooming around.
The hesitation only lasted a moment, before he went ahead and launched, following Phremath loyally to the last. It meant he nearly crashed into a few other fliers, barely pulling his strokes in time to not get tangled up with them. But he was airborne. The next trick … of figuring out where Phremath had gone in that flurry … it took him a few moments to spot her again. At first he saw a flash of green, and went after it, only to realize that that was not, after all, the right green. Casting about again for another moment, he spotted her, and pulled the best aerobatic stunts of his life to head toward her and not crash in the process.
C'oar tumbled sideways when the green dragon zoomed past him, partly in instinctual reaction to something huge suddenly appearing right on top of him going really fast, and partly to make sure he didn't get knocked over the cliff face. Wrapped up in Frosstyth he might have been, but he still had some measure of self preservation, especially when startled. He tumbled right back to his feet and kept on running, as Phremath went on past, only to get blown right off his feet when Frosstyth himself … or at least his head at any rate … appeared over the cliff. With a grunt, he tumbled once, twice, and then jumped to his feet again.
Determined, he was. Just as Frosstyth was, he was determined to get where he was going. He reached the point just in time to see Kali go bolting off into the forest,.followed by some of the others. Turning, he sprinted after them, determined to not lose her now that he'd finally arrived! His body twisted and turned as he ran, dodging his shoulders past branches and trunks and other hardish type things as he doggedly ran after her, chest heaving from all the running he'd been doing. It was a good thing he was both young and in very good shape. He followed her through the woods, and back out again, right out onto the cliff edge.
He frowned deeply as she went over, and went from trying to slow down to speeding back up again. Would he jump? Yes, he would. He might have jumped without Kali going over … but since she had, he definitely was going too. He skidded on the edge, just enough to slow himself down, and then turned and dropped. His fingers caught on the edge and slid, just enough to break his fall before he landed on his feet. Legs folding up completely, he crashed a shoulder into the floor before rolling over it and back to his feet, past the floundering T'ke. A pair of running steps, and he leapt again, following Kali. He landed again, but badly this time. Pain flashed on both arches as they over strained under his weight. For two steps, he limped on both feet, before overcoming the pain and bolting after her again.
Around the dragon he went, catching one hand on the sill of the door way to swing him around and into the hall without losing any momentum. Pounding onward, he started actually gaining ground on her, from being so far behind everyone. He was finally close enough that it was noticeable. He'd actually been gaining on the crippled woman for some time, but he couldn't tell due to the forest, and then all the jumping from ledge to ledge. He could never clearly see her. Now he could.
But also now, his lungs were starting to hurt enough that it was starting to become a serious problem. He wanted to put on more speed, but he couldn't … the air just wasn't there to propel him forward with. Blowing like a bellows, it was almost all he could do to keep up with her now. Despite her being crippled. He took the stairs two at a time, working with gravity, to try and make up for that somewhat, but again, all it got him was farther behind when on one unlucky step he twisted his ankle. Stumbling over that while pelting headlong down stairs two at a time … was not a good thing. The stumble turned into an all out uncontrolled tumble down the stairs. When C'oar reached bottom, he just laid there for a moment, blinking in surprise. And then he rolled over and pushed himself back up again. Of all things, to get up and chase again. With never a thought to how lucky he was that his brains were still inside his head, and his back not broken in a dozen places. Though now he was moving even slower than before, his body starting to feel the toll of this chase even if his mind wasn't.
He followed her into the flight room, only to skid to a sudden halt in surprise. She wasn't running anymore! So, he stopped, too, completely ignoring all the other people in the room completely. His attention was solely upon Kali, though all he was seeing was the most beautiful green dragon he had ever laid eyes upon. Which was saying a lot, considering there were two greens in the air at the moment … there was actually a choice involved.
Aonith's flight path had arced upwards … and apparently just in time, as Phremath appeared on the scene. She glanced at the other green, but having already decided that Phremath was no threat at all to her or her perfect male (whoever he happened to be), she promptly ignored her again. Turning her attention upward, Aonith pushed her aching wings to carry her upward into the sky. After several strokes that got her high enough, she turned to look back down at what was the tangled pair of flights. For a moment she was glad she had turned upward when she had, before Phremath had shown up … but now she was worried for all those males trying to crowd into the same airspace, more or less.
Some were following her up, before entering the fray, but … it didn't stop her from worrying. It would really make her feel bad if some dragons crashed. But her mind did not stay focused on that for long. Instead, as she was watching the males, she began to consider them again. It was hard not to! So many fabulous males … and she so badly wanted one.
Oh! There was Pagoth. She'd thought he'd dropped out somewhere along the way, but no… he was there! Which meant a lot to Aonith. What he'd been doing all that time, she didn't know. But it had to have been something clever. He was a nice brown … very rich in his color, for sure. He sure could make up some time as he caught up with the flight and angled up after her … a very good flier indeed! But even closer to her was Ruskeath, another very fine brown. One that she knew had been there the whole way for her. She crooned to him appreciatively. Despite his large size, he had pulled stunts akin to her own, and pulled them off successfully. But when he nearly collided with Phremath, Aonith decided he was not the one for her … that was a bit clumsy.
Which was a tad judgmental, really. Considering she would have done the same if she hadn't already been turning upward when Phremath had so suddenly showed up. But then there was also Dsoleth. A funny looking stripedy brown … but he seemed to hover in indecision. That there alone was enough to get him scratched off her list… she wanted total devotion! Not a male that was going to carry her and long after Phremath. That just wasn't right. She wanted him, and all of him. Whoever he happened to be. Starting to despair at getting what she wanted, a flicker of shadow got her attention and she turned in the air to glide onward, and look upward. There, she saw Salenth, in all his bronze glory. She'd missed most of his antics, not having been looking for him way up there. But she did see the tail end of his last stunt.
But antics were not what attracted her … it was the devotion there. Despite really having the least chance of winning a green's flight, he was there none the less, and had –to her notice- never wavered an inch in who exactly it was he was chasing. And so graceful! She crooned to him also, beating her wings again. Never once would Aonith have thought before that moment that she might have preferred a Bronze over a Brown or Blue, but now? There was no doubt in her mind. She wanted that Bronze. She wanted his attention, and all of it. To fly in his sky!
She twirled one last time in the air, happily, especially now that she'd found who she wanted, and blatantly invited Salenth to claim his prize as she arced up toward where he was.
There were a lot of people around, but they all faded out at once. Kalierre and her entourage were completely ignored. Her males were the only ones that mattered. If any of them wandered off to chase Kali? That was their loss! She didn’t want them anyway. Dorava twirled around in the space she had, in a euphoric glee she hadn't hardly ever experienced in her life. Things were just plainly magical, for her, at the moment. Nothing was wrong, everything was right. No stress. No pain … just flight. And desire. And her devoted males!
But as Aonith began ticking males off as unacceptable to her standards, Dorava reciprocated by in turn ignoring the human half of the equation. Her light, dancing twirls gravitated away from those who had been shunned, in turn shunning the men also. Until it seemed that there was no one left … which was disheartening. Very saddening, to say the least. She started to possibly back track and see if there was one who was at least mostly acceptable …? When suddenly a bit of movement, there in the back. Hidden away.
There! Perfection! What was he doing way back there? Hiding from her? Dorava suddenly broke out of her dance as Aonith arced upwards, lunging toward where S'rei was standing. It did not matter to her that there were people in the way. She elbowed C'ryl out of the way and shoved on G'tor roughly to get him to move. She pulled up short before S'rei, and looked up at him. Still following on Aonith's motions, she did not outright jump on him, but instead invited him to her, striking a pose and giving him a come-thither look with a small smile.
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Post by Requiem on Aug 31, 2009 7:36:20 GMT -5
She didn't know why Aonith was so quick to give up space before her - few other dragons would have been, believing her to be inferior, or at least too small to be of any real threat should they ignore her - but Phremath didn't care to question it too very long. Her poor chasers were getting all tangled up and probably confused. It was good the other green was withdrawing and bringing the males who had chosen her with her. It was right too, seeing as how this was Phremath's thermal.
But having to avoid so many dragons was taxing on the small green, who was capable of longer Flights in general simply because her method of flying didn't involve much...well, actual flying. Staying aloft amongst this confusion and not getting crushed was surprisingly difficult. The green reclaimed her thermal, riding it high and not overly concerned with any overeager male overtaking her since they were all rather busy at present. Now where were hers...? Adith, it seemed, she had completely lost. Part of her regretted this, but mostly she dismissed it. He would not have won her anyway. There was something weird about his presence, something she couldn't quite remember, but he was not for her.
Garaeth? Where was Garaeth? Then she remembered the cry, and, glancing that direction she saw he was headed for the cliffs, away. Phremath brushed his mind anxiously. What was wrong? But she needed and didn't have time to ask or to coddle, much as she'd like to at least make the younger dragon feel better. That left just two who had even been able to follow her the entire way. Frosstyth and Ylonth. She evaluated them quickly, now burning to finish this dance, to borrow one of the male's wings. Both had followed her on the ground. Both were marvelous...she saw it in how they managed to avoid the other males, their aerial displays actually making her mildly envious.
Well, she'd claim one, then he'd be hers and all of that would be hers, wouldn't it? Her decision made, Phremath brushed the mind of the chosen male.I fall for you. Catch me...please. Which indeed she did, sliding out of the thermal and tucking her wings, trusting that her Chosen would keep her from the trees.
Kalierre growled low in her throat, a sound of annoyance, before dismissing Aonith with a huff. It was time for her to choose, and she certainly wasn't going to choose a slow, lumbering bronze. Without looking - she knew him well, did the green - the dragonhealer backed up, pressing against him and arching her back invitingly. The cane clattered to the ground. One hand snaked up, catching the man around the neck as she turned her head, drew his down to kiss him lingeringly. Her other hand caught up his wrist and brought it around, sliding over her body teasingly. Didn't he want her? Wasn't that why he'd chased so dilligently?
Not just this time, but every time?
To her faithful Ylonth, she whined impatiently. He must Fly her. He'd earned the right, but she was not patient, and Frosstyth would make a fine substitute if he didn't claim what was his now.
Salenth watched the insane roiling, banking sharply to avoid one of the rising dragons and electing to go for elevation before one of the other dragons crashed into him and hurt himself. (The bronze was unlikely to be much effected by the small little things, or so his pride insisted.) Anyway, Aonith was rising as well, which meant the Flight was going higher. A few powerful wingstrokes had him rising quicker, higher, the male deliberately twisting to catch the sunlight so that, hopefully, she wouldn't forget his presence. It was beneath him to announce himself. After all...that would just acknowledge the fact that she could forget him, and he was too prideful to do such a thing.
She hovered. The decision was being made, he could tell, and his hearts actually did catch for a moment. His failures for the last couple of turns aside - that burning need that sent him up almost every Flight - he particularly wanted to claim this one. She flew as only an older, craftier green could. He admired her, and admired within her the potential deadliness that he saw in all dragons. This one was a force. (Only a bronze completely secure in his own power could acknowledge the dangers inherent in what some mistakenly deemed the 'lesser' colors.)
Then she was rising toward him, and Salenth knew the body language well enough not to hesistate. Besides...if he misread, she would have no trouble evading him. His wings half-folded, the bronze gliding down at an angle to ease the necessary jarring as he caught her shoulders, drawing her gently into him. Salenth crooned lovingly, his usual cool evaporating at the feel of her, and genuine gratitude and wonder brushed against her mind as he twined with Aonith - his green - carrying her on his strong wings.
S'rei frowned at the strange twirling woman, grateful that neither Dorava nor Kalierre had decided to attack one another. It was fortunate that those two specific greens had risen at once, because most would be hitting and spitting and clawing... Then something changed in Salenth and the man trembled, eyes beginning to glaze over as his nostrils flared. He only had a moment to be happy for the bronze, who had gone so long with rejection after rejection - and entertain a brief flash of unease that this was a woman and his record at Selenitas had already resulted in three children - before S'rei's mind was swallowed by Salenth's.
He strode forward, ignoring any in his way, and gathered his Aonith up into one arm easily, the arm tightening around her thighs as the other urged her arms to encircle his neck. Salenth claimed her mouth gently, but definitively. He wasn't giving her a chance to change her mind, not at all. The other hand explored her, even as he turned and took his prize far from the other males that were not worthy, from the other green. She was his and no one else would even get to watch.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 31, 2009 17:22:06 GMT -5
Ylonth twisted around, suddenly in clear airspace as Aonith’s Flight moved higher, aside from the abrupt absence of unwanted extra dragons to avoid, he barely noticed Aonith’s Flight, she’d made her choice, she was out of the way. It wasn’t Aonith’s choice Ylonth cared about. It was Phremath’s.
Beautiful, bright, clever little Phremath, who ruled the skies with her wits rather than her wings. She ruled him too, Ylonth thought as he drifted hopefully just a little closer now that he had chance, though he didn’t take to the thermal that Phremath had claimed.
I fall for you. Catch me...please. The light touch of her mind against his, the simple words, exulted Ylonth. The blue folded his own wings and dropped faithfully after Phremath, nothing would stop him from claiming her now. She had chosen him! his green, his Phremath! A challenge, even to one she had chosen, but a challenge worth taking.
I will fly for you.[/color] the blue promised, gripping Phremath’s body as he touched her mind, snapping his wings open to stop their headlong plunge toward the trees, he’d probably feel that later but right now it didn’t matter.
Vaguely R’fuin was aware that the room was full to capacity with two greenriders and most of the chasers from both their Flights, but they all seemed to fade away to less than nothing, faint shadows and sounds in his perception. Not worthy of his attention, not like she was. Even the low growl she emitted was beautiful in the combined minds of dragon and man.
Then she was pressed against him, twisting in his arms, demanding attention. He was only too pleased to acced to her demands, pulling her closer, a low warning growl rising from his throat. Phremath was his and no one else’s. So those others had better just back off and leave.
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