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Post by Sebz on Jun 12, 2012 20:20:42 GMT -5
Kallandrith had stopped half-assing his attempt to dance for the green as she spiralled through the skies. It mattered not if he put his best wing forward, so he would have to change tactics if he was to come out of this flight as the victor. Feyrianth did not like bronzes. Both Kallandrith and C'loy knew this going into the flight, but it had not particularly mattered until this moment. Soon, she would be choosing, and it would be decided if the chase was for nought. C'loy felt Kallandrith making his decision quickly, but the rider resisted as soon as he had the smallest inkling. No, I forbid you, C'loy snapped on instinct, clenching his teeth as he tore his vision away from Feyrianth's to the skies, immediately seeking out the bronze.
Forbid me? the bronze asked, mocking his rider, tail lashing in annoyance. Tone changing to one of persuasion, the dragon said It's what you want, isn't it? Feyrianth deserves the best, and isn't that what we are? The best? C'loy knew that tone, it was one that he had succumbed to far to often in his weyrling days, and even as a rider. C'loy opened his mouth to respond, but stopped. Kallandrith might have actually said something intelligent. Either way, it struck a chord with him. Glancing at to his left and then his right, he evaluated his competition, searching for one that could possibly measure up to him. None of them were as large, strong, or fast as he and Kallandrith; perhaps they were the best. And he wanted Feyrianth, perhaps she just need a little help in figuring out what was best for her.
Kallandrith eye's whirled faster in approval as C'loy began to accept his proposal. Almost as quickly as the rider made his decision, their positions switched. Suddenly, Kallandrith was the one resisting C'loy's wishes. If you are going to do this, commit. I won't let anything stop me, and I suggest you do the same. C'loys had brushed against his side, where the knife he always kept on him was concealed beneath his gather clothes. He would get what he want, and it be best if nobody got in his way. But if they were stupid enough to try and keep him away from his lovely green, they would suffer. In the back of his head, he felt Kallandrith flexing his claws. The bronze knew that he would be able to rip apart any dragon that defied him, but this was a flight, not a place for violence. Do it, C'loy spat out, and for the first time in their relationship, the bronze submitted. A dark smile played at C'loy's lips. On your mark. Kallandrith narrowed his eyes on Feyrianth. Get set. C'loy closed his eyes and took a steading breath. “Go,” he whispered.
Kallandrith immediately took action. Feyrianth was bellow him at this point. He made no noise to alert the other's about of what was about to happen. Bring his wings close to his body, he plummeted towards the green, with no intention of pulling up before collision. Seconds away from impact, he turned on his side and opened his claws. Down he went, wrapping his wings, tail, and neck around the green, attempting to ensnare her, daring anybody to try and stop him. He was powerful. He was vicious. And Feyrianth? Well, Feyrianth... was his Simultaneously, C'loy walked with a purpose towards Erilena. With his left hand, he grasped her forearm tightly, drawing her in. He snaked his other arm around her body, pressing her against him. He snarled at the other's gathered, maneuvering so his knife was within reach if need be. “Mine,” he hissed in his lovely Feyrianth's ear. As it should be.
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Post by Sheari on Jun 12, 2012 20:53:50 GMT -5
The blue followed with a lacking determination. He was confused. A confusion that had been seeded from the start. He had planned to follow Feyrianth, but then Nuoth had risen and neither green seemed to mind the other and he so enjoyed to spread the love. Still, Kormath Chased Nuoth when she broke away from the other. Up she rose, and up he followed. His endurance was perhaps not quite up to par with all the other males (save for the tiny fire lizard he had seen briefly) but his determination was there. If the females pushed themselves, so would he.
It was with little disappointment that Kormath executed as sharp a turn as he could. Nuoth had chosen another, and Feyrianth was still playing her game. Sparath had won Nuoth’s dance, Pettahth he was unsure about if he too would choose to follow Feyrianth. With the same determination that Kormath had shown Nuoth, he rise up to Feyrianth. He had a game to make up for. With powerful down strokes the over-winged blue rose up and up. No male would ever make the mistake of trying to predict the end of a Flight, but often times the final rise was enough of a clue to the end. If only he could get as close as any male would dare, he might still stand a chance?
To K’nale, his dismissal was all he needed. Nephele danced away with Ce’thian and the group of males in pursuit of Erilena was something he needed to join now. But at the same time, they were rising, up and up. He hadn’t ignored the woman, but like Kormath, he needed to make up. Also the same as the blue, K’nale sought to get as close to her as he could. He didn’t know her, but the plummet at the end was always something to do with a partner. Would she fall with someone who hadn’t been there the whole time? Would she choose a loser of the other Flight, going to her for a last chance? He would never know if he didn’t try.
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Post by Rei on Jun 12, 2012 22:27:16 GMT -5
If only Feyrianth had not been paying such attention to the teasing words drifting up from below her, words of reaching the stars and being lost amongst them. That appealed to the more fanciful thoughts the green had about the glimmering points of light and she had been about to answer in something to that effect when a large darkness blocked out those same stars. The violet rushed out of her gaze as the bronze descended in a collision course for her, and she stalled briefly in shock. The lustful emotion had been replaced with a flood of fear, panic, and desperation. No. She would not be forced. An angry shriek left the green’s throat as the bronze male sought to force her into a twine, his large body trying to trap hers even as his claws grasped for her flanks. There was little room for her to maneuver but Feyrianth was far from defenseless herself. It was only in desperation that she had ever used the dangerous looking ebony talons she possessed and use them she did now, slashing outward with her hind legs to try and gain some type of purchase even as her teeth snapped at Kallandrith’s neck with no hesitation.
His claws had sunk partially into her flanks but Feyrianth had gotten her hind legs braced against him as well by that point. The snap in threat to his life blood was meant to distract and as the bronze pulled his head and torso away to avoid her strikes she violently kicked against him, using him as a point to spring off of as she ripped his talons out of her hide. The hot ichor, both his and hers, trickling down her flanks and speckling her was ignored as she dropped away from him. Her tail lashing to try and catch him across the muzzle in a stinging slap as she plummeted from him as fast as she could manage. Finally she snapped open the wings on one side to slingshot herself away from the massive male.
Feyrianth’s bravado faded as soon as she had escaped however. Especially when she could feel the wind from Kallandrith’s wings buffeting her from above as he sought to continue the pursuit. The green didn’t have to look to know that he was hot on her tail. The problem now became that she had fatigued herself enough during the flight to slow her to a point where he could easily catch up. She didn’t want him. Didn’t want him at all. In her desperation she reached out to her browns in a desire for protection and collided with the first of the males she came across. Her talons dug into his sandy colored hide in her desperation even as her body pressed as tight to him as possible. As if by that action alone she could meld with Pettahth and escape from the monster that was chasing her with such violent intent.
Please don’t let go. Her mental words were desperate and chased by a vocal keen as she twined her neck with his as tightly as possible, trying to lessen the chances that the bronze could rip them apart should he somehow manage to find a way past her other defenders. Her four wings trembled with the effort of holding them in place as she waited for him to embrace her as well. Recognition of the male only came after she had made her request, her head pressing up under his jaw. Please Pettahth.
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Erilena’s eyes darted to her males as she felt Feyrianth’s decision become concrete. With a smile she made to step towards her brownriders only to pause suddenly as the bronzer approached her with clear purpose. Her eyes widened, her expression changing to one of fear and desperation as the bronze tightly gripped her forearm and pulled her into him at almost the same moment that Feyrianth met with Kallandrith in the sky.
The woman’s entire body stiffened against C’loy and she hissed as he whispered in her ear. “Never” With that Erilena violently struggled against him, trying to create enough space between their bodies to drive a knee up between his legs and into his groin. Her teeth actually did briefly sink into his shoulder with the intent to draw blood, seeing as he had her pressed so close, she knew he couldn’t avoid them at least. The greenrider would not be his. Not if she could prevent it. But he was much stronger than her and she knew that if this didn’t work... If she could not escape him somehow… He would do as he pleased with her. Erilena didn’t hesitate to keep up her struggles, didn’t stop even knowing that there were likely to be repercussions for her actions. He wasn’t the one she wanted...
Even as she fought her eyes desperately flicked to the brownriders in an unspoken desire for some type of help from them. Surely they would not just stand by and let it happen?
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Post by Lotty on Jun 13, 2012 16:40:30 GMT -5
He had lost track of Kallandrith to be honest. After the weary look shot at the bronze earlier, he had turned his attentions to Feyrianth, and so the falling shadow did not even register until it was too late. The bronze collided with the green, causing Pettahth to back-wing in shock, red flaring up in his eyes as true and legitimate anger rushed into his veins. How dare he! These were the actions of young petulant blues more so than what was to be expected from the highest males in the land. They had been forced… programed if you will to follow their lead, yet here was one setting the worst of examples by forcing himself on the chased. The action did much to ruin the brown's innate sense of respect for their caste, and as the bronze dragged the lady down through the skies, Pettahth made a violent turn to follow closely. All along the way his tail lashed and his claws flexed in anticipation. His belly ached with furnace like heat as he wished in that moment for flame to spew forth and torture Kallandrith for his trespasses.
Luckily there was no spontaneous combustion. It was really for the best, things would have gotten quite messy.
Diving now, he pulled his wings tight in an attempt to strike through the air in needle like fashion. He wanted to get a claw on the bronze's wings… he wanted to pluck them right off… this was no dragon after all, but a bug or a nuisance, and surely size would make no difference when the Legatus trained brown knew his worth from experience. He aimed a slash at the aggressor's shoulder, in the hopes of grabbing and pulling back at the wing bones, but missed as Feyrianth was able to struggle free and rebuff Kallandrith. Instead he utilized his rear feet in his wake, easing one of them onto the bronze's face, wishing to temporarily delay the monster and use him to push off and after the scared and bleeding green. How successful he was at the maneuver was almost moot. In the rush of adrenaline he merely wished to act as a buffer between the cruel chaser and the object of his desires. He didn't know this meant he'd be a buoy… a lifesaver. He felt the green snap him into her body and he instinctually curled against it, twining his body as hard as he could. No strike against him could draw enough ichor to force them apart, but his body still tensed ready for retaliation.
With what was almost a growl, the brown made his promise, Won't let go. Not for anything. Words at that point were done, he could protect as best as he could in that position, but despite fusing as best as he could with the other body they were still at risk unless the other chasers ran interference.
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It was nearly a mirror reflection. Everything was all smiles until shit hit the fan, and K'sel's eyes narrowed onto what he had previously dismissed as some goofy, young man. Not even worth a second look before when he was busy dancing around with Ce'thian, now C'loy was a target, and the rider was imagining some of the worst fates for the younger suitor; dark fantasies of tearing him limb from limb tickled the cerebrum in a heady cloud of thought as he took a firm step first step forward towards the pair.
He had to fight for control, he wasn't to be savage, after all there were knives and weapons afoot, and he didn't need to see them to know that there was always the risk of getting gutted by a sharp instrument. Or even worse… Erilena could be hurt in the process, and he'd hardly live easy with himself knowing that he'd caused any misfortune in that regard. He glanced over at E'rro and M'ta, in an attempt to coordinate something more than a pure bum rush towards the girl, but it became hard as he felt building urgency within him. Feyrianth had locked with Pettahth, and in additional to the previous indignation he felt, there was the sense that his mate was being stolen. His. No bronzerider young or old was going to take that from him, and with the assurance that his knife was tucked in secret in the small of his back, he sprinted and practically leaped (hey he wasn't as tall as the target) onto C'loy's back pulling his body back and away from the woman.
With an assault to the side of C'loy's neck, he aimed to chop the blade of his hand into the long nerves of the neck, wanting to pinch the pressure point and deaden the connected arm enough to simply force the guy to let go. The other riders and himself could deal with whatever lashing out followed. His only intent was to let the woman run out to the shelter, and catch up to her in the end. Though admittedly it was tempting to just end the other male right then and there.
K'sel was not a violent person by nature, and aggression was not his default at all, but simply disarming an attacker was so not the usual style of someone who made it through a war. The truth was that had to play nice when he woke up, there was no leaving fellow dragonriders terribly broken in this day and age. Frowned upon and all.
Tried to leave some room for interpretation and all. Hopefully I wasn't too heavy handed.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 13, 2012 18:33:27 GMT -5
And so it was ending...Behruth caught sight of the bronze making his play, and while it irritated him he also knew that the male had no other chance with Feyrianth. Could Kallandrith really be blamed for trying for a force catch when he had even less chance than the small brown did of winning her favor? Nevertheless, Behruth knew how terrified Feyrianth must be. Her fear of bronzes may not make the most sense, but just because it didn't make sense didn't mean the fear would just suddenly vanish. He hovered in indecision, orange working into his eyes, feeling that he should probably intervene to help his friend who he knew would be terrified. Who he knew was likely to hurt herself or the bronze trying to get away because she wasn't like other greens who while they might be irritated...were likely to just accept the force catch because their hormones didn't really care much at that point which male it was.
During his hesitation, Pettath attacked the bronze (something Behruth personally felt to be too risky, particularly when killing a dragon wasn't the object of the aggression) and Feyrianth worked it out for herself by thrashing, slashing and diving for the nearest of the browns. Pettath, naturally. A moment of wry amusement. It seemed that playing both sides had worked for him, after all, if only because he was there when Kallandrith tried to force her. Ichor was in the air. Behruth was not fond of violence of any sort and, not really trusting the bronze to leave Pettath and Feyrianth to their coupling, the mahogany brown dove and twisted between the large male and the other two, forcing him to change his current course if he didn't want to collide fully with the smaller dragon. Giving Pettath and Feyrianth at least a couple more seconds to work themselves out. Behruth wasn't worried, though. What dragon would try to forcefully separate a pair after they'd already twined? He was certain that even if the impulse was there, it would vanish in the next few seconds when thought caught up to impulse. Nevertheless, Ruth kept a watch on those talons. He had no intentions of being caught unawares and torn from the sky for irritating an overreaching bronze.It's over, Kallandrith, he added to his former student.
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M'ta was more dragon than man at the moment, even though the Flight was concluding, which might explain the lack of a violent response to C'loy's presumptive 'stealing' of Erilena. Firstly, he was a former student and as with all students of his there was a level of fondness and a sense of responsibility for them involved, despite how long ago the bronzerider had graduated. Also, it could be said that he was unusually sympathetic to the bronzepair. Though Behruth/M'ta would never have tried to force Feyrianth/Erilena, the frustration was something they could easily identify with. Nevertheless, Erilena and Feyrianth were reacting out of terror and desperation, something most greenpairs wouldn't do, but...well, there were always exceptions. In Feyrianth's case, M'ta suspected it was just because it was a bronze. She'd always been scared of bronzes. Had the woman accepted C'loy's claim with relative grace he wouldn't have thought to interfere at all apart from being mildly miffed at the bronze. Now...he was just concerned that she would provoke C'loy into hurting her.
Then he caught K'sel's look, and a new concern invaded. He made a step forward to intercept the other brownrider, but the man was already sprinting full force to leap up onto C'loy's back. Now, more than ever, M'ta could no longer afford to hesitate, fearing the bronzerider's reaction to the joint attack on him.
M'ta reached the three a heartbeat later, just as her knee was shooting up. C'loy must have seen or felt it coming, too, because he was already moving to try to avoid it and probably wouldn't succeed (or maybe that was the result of a K'sel suddenly on his back), but it left the short brownrider enough space to force himself between the Erilena and the bronzer. He growled as the knee found his kidney instead of C'loy's groin, but his concern was more the blade at the bronzerider's side that he covered with a hand to prevent any serious bloodshed. The other was pressed against the man's chest. Simply pushing the larger man away (which, yes, he probably was strong enough to do, even if he wouldn't have been able to push C'loy very far) would leave him free to draw the blade. Instead M'ta stepped into him, pressing close and forcing him back that way.
"I've got it, K'sel," he stated to the young man. "You've got your green to see to." A dismissal, yes, but he was also trying to prevent things from escalating. Only, how was a guy to do that?
The idea flashing through his mind might have been born of Flightlust, it was true...or perhaps worry that C'loy would take out his anger and lust on someone outside. Maybe it was even just a perverse sense of humor that suggested C'loy being the bronzer he was would likely storm off. But M'ta needed a moth and the man was right there. At the very least it should be adequate enough distraction for K'sel to snag Erilena and put some distance between them and C'loy. The hand on the young man's chest reached up and threaded through hair, pulling the bronzer's head down as the short man stretched up against him and kissed him hungrily, pulling him closer.
C'loy was strong enough to break free and most likely would, but the small (though deceptively strong) brownrider certainly wasn't offering anything he wasn't willing to follow through on, and that should have been obvious as he broke the kiss to bite teasingly at the man's neck and the hand not still covering the blade (and holding to C'loy's waist) dropped to start working loose the belt. He was more than certain that should C'loy actually attack him for his presumption the young bronzer wouldn't have access to steel, first of all, and E'rro would help, so M'ta simply gave into the demands of the Flightlust that even now after all these turns he could never fight off after a Flight.
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Post by Sebz on Jun 14, 2012 19:45:06 GMT -5
Kallandrith had been aware that as soon as Feyrianth realized his ploy, he would be met with vehement resistance, and indeed he was. The bronze was lucky that he had been born with exceptionally thick hide, which helped to lesson that damage the green's thrashing inflicted, but it did not protect him entirely. The bronze did not make a noise as the sharp claws of Feyrianth dug mercilessly into his side, drawing ichor. The bronze did not make a noise as he attempted to hold onto his prize, but instead tried to wrap around the green more firmly. Even though C'loy insisted, it seemed that in this situation, violence, at least on his part, was distasteful and should be avoided. So he took the brunt of her lashings while maintaining just enough force to ensnare her... until she snapped at his neck.
True she had missed, her teeth just barely grazing the underside of his flank, but Kallandrith's natural instinct to defend himself took over his semi-lusty haze. The bronze let loose a fearful noise as he untangled his tail and used the powerful appendage to slam into Feyrianth's side, aiming to break bones. It was likely he would miss his mark, with all the squirming the green was doing, but it didn't matter. Kallandrith wanted her blood. If she ventured closer towards his teeth, she would find herself being ripped into, with no feasible escape route. In his perifieral vision, he saw Pettahth, another chaser, make a pass at him. Hissing, Kallandrith reared his head back, aiming to strike at his neck in retaliation, when Feyrianth was able to make the most of his distraction and push away. The bronze was left reeling in the air, grasping at where seconds before Feyrianth had been trapped.
She would not get away that easily. Kallandrith's wings cut through the air, ichor trailing off the numerous puncture wounds on the entire length of his body. Yes, he was in pain, but he could handle the pain. What he could not handle, was losing. Just a few more seconds and he would catch up with the green, and she would not be able to- Kallandrith bulged in dismay as the green chose a mate from the remaining males, twining tightly with him. The bronze was not foolish enough to try and rip the pair apart, and the red and purple tinges from his eyes were dimming. He had... lost.
On the ground, C'loy felt Kallandrith's anger at loosing Feyrianth, and it distracted him enough to loosen his grip on his prize. In truth, it had probably loosened to the point where Erilena could have escaped by herself, but with K'sel suddenly on the bronzer rider's back, it was all but assured. After a burst of pain to the neck, C'loy all but pushed Erilena away from him as he reached for his own knife, with the intent to bury it in the other rider's chest. If he wanted his Erilena, he would have to fight for her. Wildly, C'loy slashed backwards with his hand, hoping the blade would meet flesh. It was unlikely, but it allowed him to shake the man who was on his back off. C'loy crouched down and righted his stance, holding the hilt of his knife tightly. He was in pain, which made him all the more deadly.
It really was for the best when M'ta arrived to pull them apart, just before C'loy jumped on the shorter man. He was not ready for this to end, and was determined that he would be able to claim Erilena, but his anger was somewhat cooled as he felt the man's lips on him. That's what he needed, release. Shard it all, if Erilena was out of his grasp this time, then he might as well as make full use out of this willing rider right here. He would have her next time, like it or not. Damn K'sel. He would pay. But for now... C'loy hungrily kissed M'ta and purred with encouragement at the older rider as he slipped further into the flightlust.
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Post by Rei on Jun 14, 2012 20:32:23 GMT -5
Feyrianth was still trembling as Pettahth twined his body as tightly to hers as he could manage, his promise did much to calm the worst of her fears however and bit by bit she relaxed. Her head still stayed tucked up under his jaw, though her death grip on him relaxed, she knew it was now over. Mostly due to assurances by Ismaroth that the bronze had indeed given up. The green knew that Behruth and Ismaroth would let no harm befall her and her mate and so she was finally able to turn her mind to other matters. With a quiet croon Feyrianth’s four wings shut, her body pressing with quiet urgency against her mate’s as her panic receded enough to let her need reclaim her again. A final brush of thankfulness was given all of her browns. Thank you. From there she spoke privately to her current mate, her words a caress as she finally completed the twine with her claim and allowed him to support her weight. Carry me well my Pettahth.
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One minute she was fighting and the next she was being shoved violently away from her captor. Stumbling back Erilena barely stopped herself from taking a sprawl out into the snow. Her head whipped around to the others as she regained her balance, her body tense as she struggled to work out what exactly was happening. It was confusing and all she knew was that she suddenly wanted…no needed her mate. Where was he?
A soft whine left the woman’s throat but before she could do more then take one step forward K’sel was suddenly there and Erilena was grabbing him, tugging at his clothes in her urgency even as he scooped her up and quickly moved them into the makeshift stable area behind them. Over then, and to her dragon controlled mind and body not a minute too soon either.
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