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Post by Avu on Mar 31, 2010 23:03:07 GMT -5
A’emi twirled in the middle of the empty flightroom, head thrown back to expose his throat; the greenrider hummed audibly to himself before his legs folded and he ended up sitting cross-legged, going from dazzling motion to complete stillness in a matter of seconds. His head bowed, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, as one hand lifted to paw impatiently at his hair. A’emi hadn’t bothered to straighten it or slick it back that day; it was only going to get rumpled anyway and though it made him want to scream whenever he caught a glimpse of himself, what was soon to come far outweighed such trivialities.
His lovely, lovely green was sleeping, curled half-inside of the weyr, head resting on the edge of the dragon couch and the rest of her body coiled more around it than on it. Kyrahth’s hide was glowing – visibly, shimmering like satin at her slightest movement or twitch. Her wing membranes had gotten the most obvious glow, positively sparkling under sunlight, but that was invisible where one curled beneath her body, the other furled tightly against her side. Her tail twitched in sleep, and A’emi smiled contentedly to himself, slouching backwards against the nearest wall and crossing his eyes to start braiding his own hair right between his eyes.
She’d grown more and more like A’emi – the part of the greenrider that wasn’t displayed to anyone – of late. The few wherries she’d caught and eaten had not been disemboweled neatly and eaten daintily, but instead carefully eating them alive, ripping off one limb at a time while pinning down the creatures with her claws. The idiot dragons that came near her were repelled much more bluntly than was Kyrahth’s typical with hissing and snapping at their noses. Only A’emi was allowed near her, and Kyrahth had only become more possessive of him, prone to curling around him if he would allow it.
And for his part, A’emi was absolutely delighted. It’d be the first time that Kyrahth Rose at Selenitas and he was so, so looking forward to it. A smile crept across his features again as he unwound the braid, started it again, one foot jiggling impatiently. It wasn’t that Kyrahth was a brute during her Flights – the green liked to play with her Chasers, yes, but she never wanted to hurt them. But A’emi wanted to, and did. Rarely anything permanent, but for that short time, they were his playthings and he would do with his playthings what he wished. In the end, he’d have to settle for one toy only, but he’d play with all of them before he threw them away.
Mouth curved into a tight smile, expectant, as Kyrahth roused in the back of his mind, and A’emi closed his eyes.
Good afternoon, darling, he crooned to her. Did I wake you?
Not at all. I had the most /delightful/ of dreams. Her voice was low, silky, with an undercurrent of pure energy that sent a shiver of anticipation down A’emi’s spine. You are going to hurt them? /Lovely/.
That was all she said; the green uttered a low hiss, before she slid sinuously to the edge of her ‘ledge and balanced on it precariously for a minute. Wings flared, flexed, hovered on the verge of flight; her head swung from side to side, surveying the skies and the ground and the dragons below her, all beneath her and none worthy her, and then, the small green hissed audibly again. I admit myself, she commented to A’emi, Disappointed.
Oh, but darling… A’emi replied, consoling, but Kyrahth was in no mood for reassurances. The green shrieked, furious at the world for denying her any real challenges, any real fun, any male worth flying for, and flung herself off of the ‘ledge, climbing rapidly in dazzling spirals towards the skies, before she spat out in a short broadcast –
If I did not have to be Caught, I would never fly for any of /you/ who has never proven yourselves!
Weaklings, stupid, ridiculous – she didn’t want them, she wanted to go back to Fort where there were males worth something, where she could have as much fun as A’emi undoubtedly would…and she was happy for him, but this was her day, her glory, her wonder and her exhilaration, her Flight. Her wings flared, tail slashing through the air as Kyrahth twirled tightly, hissing softly to herself as she scanned the skies, the grounds. As soon as those fools got their tails into gear, then she’d make them prove themselves…
If he’d thought it would make any difference, A’emi would have tried to control Kyrahth’s anger, but the greenrider was trying to keep his own control. Easy most of the time, harder when Kyrahth was feeling such intense emotion. He bounced to his feet, twirling in a mindless mimic of his green’s actions. Contrary to Kyrahth’s fury, white and cold, though, A’emi’s face split into a wide smile of anticipation, lust for the feeling of skin and for blood edging it and making it decidedly feral as he paced to the door, flicking the lock up and shoving the door open and then backing away to the center of the room.
His head bowed, eyes falling nearly shut, fingers lacing together behind his back, as he gazed through his lashes at the open door. “Darling Kyrahth,” he said softly, “Calm yourself. They’ll come soon, and then the fun will truly begin.”
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Post by Requiem on Apr 1, 2010 20:33:15 GMT -5
Too sharding hot. Beyond hot. Even stripped to the waist in the shade, with occasional treks to the river to offset it and refill the water flask on his hip, the brownrider couldn't seem to keep cool. Still, he was nearly finished, and M'ta preferred everything to be done well in advance once he'd gotten started. And given the nature of what he was making, that meant doing so out here, where a certain healer wasn't likely to happen upon him. (If he didn't already know, given his array of spies.)
The dragon lay sprawled in the cool water, letting most of it wash over him, turned at an angle that he might see anything going on back at the weyr. Which, at this time of day...was virtually nothing. The small brown curled tighter, nosing at PMS, who had taken to some sort of bouncing game on the end of his snout. Sneak was curled against a tree root not far off...sleeping. His hide glistened from the water M'ta had poured on him just a moment ago. M'taMine. You are not still upset... That you not only knew I had a family, but could call up those memories at whim and didn't tell me...no, no, of course not.[/i][/b] The brown huffed softly, tailtip twitching. What difference would it have made, when they are all in the other place? You did not know where it was, and I don't know anyplace that looks like that. M'ta shot him a glare, the brown falling into silence.
Behruth didn't really want to talk about the fever dreams...and the memories that were part of them. Any of it. They were all tied together, in his mind. But His would stop being irritated soon enough...he crooned half-heartedly to PMS, who decided that he'd grown tired of bouncing on his snout and went to go join M'ta instead, crawling all over his work and investigating it with no small amount of curiosity.
The words that hissed spitefully through his mind made the brown blink, head turning toward the shining green twirling through the skies above. M'ta glanced sidelong at him. "Don't be ridiculous. She'd probably try to eat you for grounding her to begin with." Would it not make a good apology? She was enemy then, but now she is our wingmate. "Not mine. I barely claim A'emi, and that only because his name's written down too close to mine to deny on the bulletins." I think she might change her mind about Selenitas dragons if some chase her who can keep up... Behruth commented slyly. "Now it's a humanitarian project?" If you're that against it... M'ta cocked a brow at the dragon. "This would be the first time you've bothered discussing it with me first, yet alone wondered if I was against it or not." ...then I'm sorry. The man groaned softly. "Should have known."
Behruth slipped into the air, not answering her in any way but through the simple action of climbing up after her, soaring high on a strong thermal. He twisted out of the warm air, coiling almost lazily below her as he waited for the true game to start. It wasn't so much an apology in his mind as an acceptance of the green, and no, for once there was very little compulsion to chase. She was not a clutchsister, not one of the many nice greens of the weyr. Her first call was arrogant and rude. But she probably just felt lonely and isolated, away from all the dragons she knew before, and that was sad. She should know she wasn't alone, right?
(Though, for all that, M'ta still lost most of himself to the brown in those first few seconds, his hands slipping and slicing a thin, shallow line down the back of his hand from the fourth knuckle to just past his wristbone.) He growled softly, lapping up the blood and turning to look at the cliffs with unfocused eyes. Still sucking on it, the fine carving blade clutched in his right hand, he walked the short distance to the flight room. For once, he actually saw A'emi, and part of his own mind responded to the sight. A hesitation in the doorway, flicker of suspicion, unease, and yes, apparent dislike in his dark eyes. Before Behruth overrode him and he stepped inside, flipping the braid over his shoulder, the pale white of the extensive scars on his chest and neck sticking out plainly against dark skin.
Pretty thing. He licked off another drop of blood. Dangerous though. Hm.
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Post by Ember on Apr 1, 2010 21:21:19 GMT -5
Dsoleth perked up on his ledge when he heard an angry shriek. What was this? A green was Rising and he hadn't noticed! Silly His, preoccupying him. He was well enough now that a flight shouldn't be too upsetting. Heck, it might even help His somehow. The brown slipped off his ledge easily, dropping a bit before spreading his wings and angling upwards. Her words had interested him more than the green herself. She seemed like she knew exactly what she wanted and Dsoleth liked that in a green. He was perfectly happy being ordered around. Queen's normally did it better but he had never had any luck with them.
He may not have proven himself much in battle. He'd had a few brief stints on Fort fighting wings and the Fort attack on Sel but that was about it. He was more of a Thread fighter by nature and His was the same. Still it had been a bit since he'd last won a flight and this one seemed worth chasing. The vague feeling that he knew her from somewhere also encouraged him to try. You might want to get moving, T'sanmine, The brown finally told His dryly. He has gotten up to a decent height and waited, glancing at Behruth and other chasers as they arrived.
T'san had been busy trying to get Spice to stop rubbing up against him while he tried to trim the feline's fur. He couldn't have the white and orange feline overheating but Spice was trying to play and cuddle at the same time. It made T'san's job a whole lot harder. Not that he really minded. Labour of love and all that. At Dsoleth's words he blinked and looked at where the dragon had been...only to find him not there. Oh hell. The brownrider cursed suddenly and the blue firelizard perched silently on the bed sent confused and loving (always so loving) thoughts his way.
T'san stood up and put what he'd been using to cut Spice's fur on a high shelf. "Nevroti, you have to stay here okay? This is important. I shouldn't be gone too long but where I'm going...yo ucan't come with me. I - ngh." The lust from Dsoleth washed over him and he fought the bond to keep in control. He had to make sure Nevroti would stay. "Just...please stay here?" The blue confirmed he'd stay though he sure wasn't happy about it. He could tell it was important but he stil ldidn't know why he couldn't come.
The brownrider sighed in relief and let the flight lust mostly take over. He'd never been particularily good at resisting Dsoleth so it was easier just to let the brown have his way. He made his way to the flightrooms and when he arrived he realized (with what little of his normal sense he still had) that he knew the greenrider. "A'emi." He'd been captured in the recent Fort attack. The brownrider knew him from his days at Fort. He hadn't known him well but he did know him nonetheless. The flight ought to be interesting, though whether it was in a good or bad way T'san had a feeling he'd find out. Dsoleth's influence made him believe it would be good.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 1, 2010 21:40:05 GMT -5
Futh was getting better at noticing when Greens were about to rise. They got all pretty and shiny, and sometimes they would cuddle, even if they didn't like to normally. Of course, Kyrahth had never struck Futh as the cuddling type, so he'd never tried, but he did know two important things about her. First, she should be rising any day now. It was the shinyness of her hide that had led him to ask around for her name, and the name of her rider. That was the second important thing: The rider was a man. Futh couldn't rememer his name anymore (although he was sure he'd known it once), but he knew that last time he'd chased a Green with a Male, M'kaiHisLove had been bright red for days. Futh didn't want to make His unhappy, but Kyrahth was so pretty. Too bad for His.
So Futh kept it a secret, the first time he had ever tried something like that with His. It worked shockingly well, and Futh was glad. He wanted to chase every Green, but he knew that His was gaining more control with every flight, and soon, Futh knew he would have little choice without His' agreement. So remained quiet about the whole thing and kept an eye on Kyrahth's ledge, smiling a dragony smile to himself when M'kai drifted off mid-day, trying to escape the heat. This would work nicely.
So it was that Kyrahth's shreik woke M'kai, startling Reina and Bomb off his chest and him out of bed. "Wha?" he asked, groggily, opening his eyes in time to see Futh slither off the ledge and into the sky, steadily beating himself up into the sky. M'kai rolled over and wiped the sweat off his brow, then pulled his hands down over his face and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. It was still light out, and still infernally hot. Before he knew what was happening, the shirtless Blueweyrling was out his Weyr door, heading for... where? Where was he going? There was a green that needed catching, he realized with a faint shiver of anticipation. Running hands through his sleep-matted hair, he headed for the flight rooms without a second thought.
Futh was after Kyrahth immediately, ignoring the small annoyance that was Reina flittering around his head. She was angry at him for lying, but Futh brushed her off and she went between. The Blue's whole gaze was fixed on the Green, and he crooned at her, welcoming her to Selenitas. He didn't speak, not sure what he would say- Futh didn't know any as angry as greens Kyrahth seemed to be, and he didn't want to make it worse. For now he just chased, putting all of his effort into the climb, attempting to reach her altitude before she got into the fancy stuff.
By the time M'kai reached the flightrooms, he was totally lost. All he saw was the shining Green, her glow filling the room. He offered a gentle smile, not noticing the feral nature of hers. If only he had know that this was a Fort rider, and a Fort dragon. M'kai might be a Selenitas rider now (almost), but 20 years of Benden loyalty died hard.
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Post by Avu on Apr 1, 2010 23:05:28 GMT -5
At least they are prompt.
With which grudging point of approval for the three males who dared to meet her call, Kyrahth snaked her head over her shoulder, appraising them with narrowed eyes. Brown, brown, blue; in that order. The first one she felt a surge of anger towards rise within her, knew it was A’emi’s and not her own – not really. Grounded was grounded; the brown couldn’t make up for it, and that was that, but not to A’emi; to A’emi it was how dare he touch her, how dare he hurt her – and she was fine with allowing that flare of indignation to add to her own. The other one was vaguely recognized, the brown, more of A’emi’s memory, again, than his own – but not an unpleasant memory, this time; neutral. And the blue…she knew nothing of him.
Her wings flared, Kyrahth spinning upwards in a fast smooth circle, and she spoke again, quieter, less of the harsh spiteful white fury in her tone: I hope you can keep up. And she did, too, part of her. She wanted them to be worth her energy, her effort, worth her, even if she highly doubted they were. With those words, the green turned on her wingtip and dove, straight down past the ledges, all but vertical in her flight path before she banked left, planning out her course in her mind. Not the jungle; far too predictable – not to mention that she’d almost definitely lose all of them in there and that wasn’t entirely her intention; she did need to mate at the end, after all.
It was to the Drumheights that Kyrahth sped. She no longer wasted energy on whiplash turns or spiraling; they would only slow her down and she’d no guarantee that the three following her would do anything of the kind – that was for later, when she needed them. Instead, she merely flew at an alarming pace – as fast as she could go. It wasn’t the kind of speed that would last, and she didn’t expect it to. Veering up past the waterfall, Kyrahth looped once – intentionally allowing the males to come closer to her – before she reached towards the Drumtower, catching it in her claws and using her own momentum to send herself around the structure – and back in the other direction.
Hopefully they could change direction quickly enough to compensate – and manage it without colliding.
The green’s head tilted to glance sideways over one shoulder, amusement clear in the swirl of her eyes, before she swung herself around and began to climb into the clouds – thick with rain, oppressive, they loomed overhead, and Kyrahth couldn’t bring herself to resist. Much of A’emi’s desire to play had leaked into her and the clouds…they made the perfect playground.
A low sound left A’emi’s throat as the first of the males arrived: A sound of definite concern. He didn’t like this one, at all, but this…this was different, he expected, than before. This was not a man; this was his toy. And his toy was broken. Distressing, distressing – who’d broken his toy? A’emi didn’t miss the look, that hesitation, at the door, but it didn’t matter: M’ta had come in. And that was enough. Then the other brown, speaking his name. Not Kyrahth’s – his. A’emi’s head tipped to one side, and a playful smile flashed across his face, but he didn’t reply to T’san, instead turning the smile onto M’kai for a moment before he drifted past all of them to the door.
No invasions. None. He peered out into the hallway curiously for a moment before he gave a little half-skip backwards, sealing the door – not locked, just closed – and then turned to face the three before him. “How lovely of you to come,” he said softly, before his gaze fell on M’ta again and his lips turned downwards in a frown; he slid to the other male and pressed his first and middle fingers against the thin line of blood, then pressed the stained pads to his own lips, tongue flicking out; the look on his face was almost inquisitive before he caught at M’ta’s wrist again, bringing the cut directly to his mouth so he could press a soft kiss against it.
“You can’t play when you’re hurt,” he stated simply, as if it was an explanation, before A’emi pressed his lips against the mark again and then turned away to the other two, gliding towards T’san. In order of arrival; it was only fair. As soon as he reached the other man, he stopped, not quite touching, and tilted his head to one side, eyebrow quirking. “You’re not hurt, are you? Or you?” The second half of the question was for M’kai.
Tch. It was ridiculous. Broken toys, hmph. How was he supposed to have fun when they were already broken?
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Post by Ember on Apr 2, 2010 19:25:41 GMT -5
Dsoleth felt a flicker of apprehension - mostly T'san's, not his own - as he watched Kyrahth drop. He was slightly worried about keeping up considering he was not only a large brown brown, but larger than any of the others present. It would making keeping up difficult but he'd try nonetheless. He switched into a dive to match hers. He spread his wings just enough to add a slight spin to his dive. He broke out of the dive as she did, though it took him longer to climb again. So quick, and so pretty.
She led them towards the waterfall and the drumheights. The brown, having plenty of energy to burn, picked up his pace so as not to be left completely behind. He had plenty of endurance but even at his fastest he was no match for Kyrahth. Still, in the end he'd be the one with the most energy left over to do what tricks he could. As she made use of the tower to go the opposite direction Dsoleth was forced to make a wide turn around it to avoid getting in the way of the other brown or the blue. No need for a collision. The striped brown again stretched the limits of his speed, annoyed with himself for the lost ground. He angled upwards and beat his large wings powerfully. It wouldn't do to leave that pretty green alone.
The smile A'emi shot him made him squirm internally a bit. T'san was quickly lost to the lust, though, so he couldn't remember why. Instead he watched the green head towards the door. Were they going for a walk? No. The green isolated them from the rest of the weyr and T'san tilted his head curiously. A strange green. The idea of interruptions wasn't too welcome to the brownrider either so he didn't complain. He wouldn't have even if he disliked the idea. It was A'emi's choice and not his.
He smiled slightly at A'emi. Of course he came, he was called after all. T'san watched the green with the other brown with slight envy. He only hoped the green lavished such attention on him. Finally the green approached him and he asked a question. Hurt? There was a vague emptiness somewhere deep, hard to reach under the lust, but he wasn't hurt so he shook his head. The green had said something about play. Were they going to play now?
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Post by Lotty on Apr 2, 2010 19:52:37 GMT -5
Late was not in K'sel's vocabulary. Well it definitely was in Pettahth's, since he was overly concerned about the fact that he was last to join this party, but his human bonded? Nah. If anything he was pissed that the brown decided to go after holding out so long, but the rider wasn't one to throw a hissy fit about a flight (except for the obvious greenrider, and even then, he didn't consider banging his head against the wall to be a hissy fit...weird guy), and gently encouraged his dragon to do his best without even asking who it was. Really now, he was weyrbred, he failed to see how fights were ever a big deal, so with a groan he left his favorite perch in the jungle (was he ever in his weyr?) and dropped out of the tree with hardly a thud and made his way to the flight rooms. It was going to be quite the walk, and he promised to not only have a healthy summer time glow, but to also be nice and sweaty for A'emi.
It was hot out after all. Pettahth felt it as well, but it was more a result of the fires of lust than the current heatwave that had come over the south. It was a good kind of burn. One that scorched along unused muscles and licked at his mind until his eyes whirled a strange reddish purple. When Pettahth chased he seemed to be just as angry as he was determined and hardnosed, and past flights had been teaching him that he would do good to be a little more forward and dare he say it...maybe a bit aggressive too. Faranth knew that dancing alone wasn't winning him any points and his straight forward flight paths before that failed too. Today in chasing Kyrahth, it would be a practice in balance.
He slipped into the flight around the treacherous bend of the drumheights. It was quite bothersome having come from the twisted maze of the jungle after all, and a few twigs were still clinging to his hide; stowaways from his explosion out of the canopy. There was really no reason for him to pretend he was anything but behind, in fact, it would be an insult to Kyrahth's intelligence to suggest that she wouldn't notice a newcomer to the flight. He was not going to make such a rookie mistake as that, and as they approached the thick blanket of storm clouds he let out a low, dark, rumble. Just enough to let her - and the other chasers for that matter - know that he was there, and he was a viable candidate. He would show them.
K'sel shared a similar philosophy as his dragon. There was no point in pretending that he wasn't incredibly behind, and things would only be awkward if he made it awkward. The brownrider refused to do that, and sensing his way to the rooms, he decided to join the realm of the misfit toys with a strong, unhesitant, march right through the door. Good thing it wasn't locked. He swung it open and shut it right behind him with equal gusto, and instantly two brown eyes found themselves fixed on a blonde head in front of him. Oh, well hello there Kyrahth.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 2, 2010 23:49:42 GMT -5
Behruth turned neatly on a wingtip, more to avoid Kyrahth and Dsoleth diving past him than ought else. He arched backward into the pull of air snapping into the spot the much larger brown had just vacated, letting it pull him into a downward vaccuum that added speed to his own dive. Tucking his wings tight, he gained quickly, flaring one wing and banking sharply to curl around the other brown before they could collide. The other brown and the lovely green both pulled up before Behruth, who coiled beneath the other mail, skimming the water of the river before sending up two very large splashes with one massive downsweep of his wings. The small male shot upwards, flapping as fast and hard as he could to regain altitude and twisting and turning in and out of air currents, slipstreams and thermals to make his climb that much faster - though to the untrained eye it would look like he was dancing in an effort to show off, no doubt. While he often liked to dance for - with - those he chased, this time was different. This time he simply meant to keep up as best he could.
The tower of the drumheights, coming up before them. He saw her catch, the turn, admired it with a remove that was unusual for him, then brushed the minds of the other two males for the sole purpose of not colliding with them as they all had to make their split-second decisions. Ruth flapped hard, arching his back up and over, his tail slapping against the stone with a solid thwack that he'd probably notice more later than he did now. His wings tucked, he twisted into a 540 degree barrel roll because he was going too fast for a 180, and righted himself with the bone-jarring sweep of his wings, so close to the ground that it kicked up dust. But at least he was headed in the right direction, and with little time wasted, though her turn had been ridiculously fast. It was clear how much her experience outweighed that of the other dragons present.
He conserved his energy for a few more moments as she seemed to pause to decide what next to do to put them through their paces, then pushed forward after her. Normally the male didn't throw all his effort into speed at the beginning, but in this instance every single one of the other dragons was bigger than him - at least in terms of mass. Including the newest to join, gained somewhere in the wild turn around the drumheights. Speed, for once, was Behruth's asset in comparison to the other dragons - Kyrahth excluded.
Stepping aside, he glanced at Dsoleth and Futh out of the corner of his eye, evaluating them calmly, before his gaze flicked toward the closed door and the slightly shorter blonde - Kyrahth - now speaking in soft tones. "You seemed...lonely," he responded, in tones equally soft, from behind the hand still half-raised to his mouth. He watched the green with muted curiosity as he first touched M'ta's hand, then kissed the wrist, his eyes slitting in an expression that looked suspiciously like...pleasure. Coppery taste. Mm.
A soft chuckle at the words, though he didn't respond, not before the door swung open and closed with equal finality. Pettahth. Ignoring the newcomer for now, he wiped the carving knife off on his own stomach, glancing down as he finished cleaning the blade. And speaking at the same time. "A scratch. Hurt would be..." His eyes slid up, brushing A'emi/Kyrahth in a near-carress. "...an exaggeration."
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Post by Avu on Apr 3, 2010 19:54:33 GMT -5
Whether or not all of the males had made it around the Drumtower was not noted; Kyrahth was much more interested in the fact that another had joined them – a brown, paler than the rest. Probably very young, too. Part of Kyrahth was furious – absolutely furious – that he was so slow on the uptake, but he had Chased, and that was more than could be said for most of the others still below them so…she expected that she would give Pettahth a chance. A small one, but a chance nonetheless. Nevertheless, she brushed against his mind, tone softer, though with an undeniably acidic edge: You’re late. You’ve much to make up for.
Kyrahth made no effort to pause to wait for an answer, though; she twisted in a tight corkscrew as she broke into the clouds – and for a moment, everything was softly clinging gray haze, dampness against the warmth of her hide and it felt good, the coolness; she was tempted to remain in the clouds, but it obstructed her view of the males who pursued. With a deliberate twist of one wing, Kyrahth rolled out of the top of the clouds, wings sending streamers of damp clouds through the air as she slid higher and higher, the brightness of the sun highlighting her body before, just as she was silhouetted against the star, the green rolled and then dove.
Again. This time, her dive was intended to take her directly through the center of the males – her tail flipped sideways to keep them away from her as she streaked through the small pack, and plunged back through the clouds. Yes, she was deliberately making them turn as fast as they could, but she also waited. Kyrahth pulled out of her dive with a quick barrel roll, and then glanced over her shoulder lazily as she rolled into the clouds, up and down, just keeping herself in sight for a moment before she sank, almost idly, backwards into the clouds again.
Hnn, lonely. A’emi expected that M’ta had meant that Behruth thought Kyrahth had been lonely – but he’d hit closer to the mark than the greenrider cared to admit. Kyrahth wasn’t a social creature at all, but he was, and he was kind of lonely. He shot a curious glance over his shoulder at the brownrider, followed by a soft smile at his next words. Exaggeration? No no; if a toy was ripped, it was broken, no matter how small the rip was. T’san’s negative to his question earned a quietly approving look and a nod from A’emi, and he’d just spun on his heel to face M’kai when the door opened and the greenrider’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t allow himself to actually turn and look.
Late.
It was a flash of Kyrahth’s disapproval as well as his own, but A’emi looked nonetheless, gaze flashing across K’sel before he deliberately turned away, back to T’san. The faintly copper taste of M’ta’s blood still clung to his lips, but it wasn’t enough to sate him entirely…the greenrider took two small steps forward so he could press his mouth against T’san’s in a very soft, very gentle kiss – a kiss that gradually deepened and became more and more invasive before A’emi smiled against the brownrider’s mouth and pulled away, nipping at his lip lightly; his eyes brightened as he leaned down to suck at the other man’s neck, humming quietly. His lips skimmed across the junction of shoulder and neck and he bit – hard enough to break skin.
The taste of blood was heavy on his tongue as he crooned, low in his throat, a wordless contentment, and pressed his lips in a soft kiss against the torn skin before A’emi backed away from T’san, lips stained red, and then turned towards K’sel.
Late.
The word replayed in his mind and he approached slowly, looking up at K’sel through hooded eyes, suspicious and vaguely annoyed. Door had been closed for a reason, hmph. Nonetheless, his hand skirted up K’sel’s abdomen, resting lightly upon his chest, and he studied the brownrider’s face for a moment before his other hand snaked up, fingers sliding through K’sel’s hair in what was undoubtedly a caress. “You’re late,” he said softly, and then he leaned forward to press his mouth against K’sel’s, using his tongue to force T’san’s blood into the other man’s mouth before he pulled away, drawing his lips sideways to leave a red streak against K’sel’s cheek. “You’ve much to make up for.”
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Apr 4, 2010 15:56:09 GMT -5
The young brown - though strangely, not so young in this crowd - banked around Pettahth, twirling neatly and coiling downwards a short ways to find an angle where he could make out her shape in the clouds so as not to lose her. The moment she emerged trailing droplets of clouds, however, he started up toward her at a swift clip, only to find she was diving through them. Behruth crooned softly to himself, enjoying the game, for that's what it was, wasn't it? He was gradually slipping into his normal mindset in flights, a desire to dance with the beautiful green taking over the more rational calculations. He coiled around the flightpath she'd left as if her warmth was still there, pulsating...in a way it was, because the hole still remained from the scattering of the dragons. The brown took advantage of that brief opening and plunged after her, twirling into a tight corkscrew.
Just as he broke through the cloudbank, his wings extended, back arching with a flick of his tail and scattering water droplets everywhere, coating his already healthy polished mahogany-like gleam with the glistening particles. He stalled in the air, easing into a glide not far behind her, flinging a spray of water droplets again with another strong downsweep of his wings as he shot back up into the clouds after her. Watching for the disturbance in the clouds, the brief inward pull that marked the passage of another creature like himself moving at high speed, Behruth coiled playfully through the cloudbanks, bursting into the empty spaces where she had just been from other angles and amusing himself in the process.
The small brown shot up through the cloudbank, emerging from the top at an angle to her as she appeared briefly above the clouds, arching backwards in an almost graceful arc to plunge back into the cloudbank just beneath her, tail less than a foot away from trailing along her underbelly. Oh, he was enjoying himself. He liked the cloud hopping, yes, was very pleased she was clever enough to do so. Like a game of hide and seek, almost.
Blade sheathed, he watched the green idly, dark eyes intent on Kyrahth but not, in the end, judgmental. There was a sensation of playing and clouds and he shivered slightly, feeling suddenly cool. M'ta licked his lips, eyes narrowing at the kiss Kyrahth gave Dsoleth, a brief flicker of confusion behind his eyes before he realized she was playing, because no, none had caught the green yet. Too soon. Too soon. A strange sound left his throat as she bit down on the other male, though, something that sounded suspiciously like a cross between a growl and a moan. The muscles along his shoulders twitched - in sympathy, perhaps - even as his eyes slid toward Pettahth.
Then he really just...couldn't help himself. It wasn't the same thing as feeling Kyrahth and tasting Dsoleth's blood, it would do for a pale substitute; he returned his hand to his mouth, eyes half-lidding. But that was swiftly followed by a soft hiss of annoyance. Already stopped bleeding. The brief impulse to lay open his palm for the desired taste came and went before he could act on it, and he slipped his thumb into the line of the belt draped across his hips before it could resurface.
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Apr 5, 2010 20:31:39 GMT -5
Dsoleth was slow but at least he was steady. He had plenty of energy still remaining and he slid into the clouds after Kyrahth with more ease than perhaps the others had. Although, Pettahth probably had plenty of energy still...The brown put it out of his mind as he followed the signs of the green's path through the clouds. Just as he burst out of the fluffy mass the green dove again. She dove past the other males and him and the striped brown lightly brushed the minds of the others so they knew his intentions. He could repay Behruth's favour.
The brown twisted to the left and folded his wings, letting gravity do most of the work. She didn't dive far though and with a bit of surprised alarm he flared his wings to stop his downward motion. He still ended up in the clouds but he decided to play that to his advantage. Should she look at the right moment she'd see him bursting out of the clouds, scattering fluff off his wings and backs as he made a grand re-entrance from a not-so-grand mistake, Hehe whoops.
T'san was aware of another entering by the footsteps and the faint sound of a handle turning but he didn't turn to look. Not worth it, not when the lovely green was finally paying attention to him! He was pleasantly surprised when the green pressed her lips against his. At first he didn't do anything besides enjoy the fleeting touch. Then, as he realized it wasn't so fleeting, he became an enthusiastic partner in the kiss. There wasn't that exhilaration that told him he'd won the green for himself but he still felt a step ahead of the others.
He pouted slightly when A'emi pulled away but he didn't complain at the throat sucking. He moaned softly under the ministrations, quite enjoying himself - until the green bit him hard. What the heck? T'san's eyes grew wide and when the green drifted away he lifted a hand to the small wound at his neck. Really what the heck. He'd never been bitten before. It was true that bold females attracted his attention more (at least while under Dsoleth's influence) but he wasn't so sure about ones that would do him harm.
T'san bit at the bottom of his lip, a vaguely annoyed emotion warring with the dragon lust. The brownrider was naturally playful but physical harm was a little out of his range. He watched the green play with the other brown curiously. Odd green, hurting what was hers.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Apr 5, 2010 20:38:57 GMT -5
Note taken. He would not make that mistake again. Forever prompt the brown would be from the on out for the sake of not upsetting a dragon like Kyrahth. He wasn't scared of the green, oh no, but her words were reminder enough to be cautious of even the most beautiful flowers can get you in some way, if not with their prickly thorns then with their itchy, sneeze inducing pollen. So keeping this lesson in mind, he gave the green no reply for she didn't look to be hanging around for one, and continued on the chase, determined only to prove to her that he would make it up, through actions, not words, and so when the green sliced through the clouds and turned back to their pack...he made sure he was on point.
He had to swing out of the way yes, tipping a wing to swirl out of the way before a another downbeat of his sandy brown wings had him right on track to the clouds which he tackled without hesitation. Even if it was silly to go in and possibly get lost when he could just as easily peruse the sidelines and wait, it seemed to be a better route to always humor the greens and be a good spot about chasing. Sometimes you had to be brave even if the idea just seemed plain stupid, not that rationale always played a major role in flights.
He rumbled happily as he felt the cool of the fluffy white clouds and how their soft caresses melted into water droplets all over his hide. Exercises like this made the pursuit feel less demanding, less urgent, and he had to remind himself that this was more than just playtime. Don't let this excursion into the high skies fool you, keep your eyes on the prize and always be on the look out for flashes of green...like right there... He splashed in and out of the cloud cover like the shipfish did in the seas...he figured he could afford to do this...he had yet to feel pained by the chase and so this longer, more meandering path could be worth it.
As for the story on land...if she was so upset with his tardiness, then she certainly had an odd way of showing it. Safe to say that the rider wasn't exactly learning his lesson...it couldn't be expected when his trespasses were rewarded with such pleasure. The brush of skin, hands on his chest, in his hair, and then a tongue. He couldn't say that the metallic taste of blood was expected, but it was - in his flight lust state - not unwelcome, and he allowed the red mark the green left to dry on his face. Purring, he repented to his mistress. Yes, he was bad, very bad and he would make it up, "I will....I will," the smokey whisper curled from his lips
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Apr 6, 2010 1:36:36 GMT -5
Futh was surprised. He was the smallest dragon in the flight (barring Kyrahth, of course), a first for the blue. His heavy bone structure and *ahem* extra padding made Futh seem larger than he was, but in truth, he was fully average for a blue. Behruth might be small for a Brown, but he easily outstripped Futh by at least six feet, probably more. This was not a place Futh was used to. Straining his wings, beat them harder than strictly necessary, reveling in being the fastest, if only for a minute or two before he had to slow down or take himself out of the flight for good. Still, for a minute, it was exciting.
The tower tested his agility, and once again, Futh came out on top. While Behruth went over and Dsoleth went wide, Futh kept tight behind Kyrahth, claws taking chunks out of the Tower, his weight making the whole thing shake. He really was enjoying this, he reflected, allowing a thermal to take him up quickly and resting his wings. Even though he lost ground on the climb, his purely average wings finally proving less effective than the larger Browns’, he didn’t care. For once, Futh was good at something- not only good, he was the best. Even the added chaser didn’t faze him, not now. Pettath and the other Browns were largely ignored.
This position, however, did not last. Futh entered the clouds at a slight disadvantage, and, in his newfound overconfidence, decided to try a trick. Assuming Kyrahth would stay above the clouds for a bit, Futh stayed in them, battling turbulence. The plan was to come out of the clouds in front of her and surprise her (ideally catching her in her moment of shock), or at least come up somewhere unexpected and gain her notice. A good plan, for a dragon of Futh’s limited cunning. It might even have worked.
However, luck was not with Futh that day. He barreled out of the clouds, flaring his wings wide and spinning, looking to the place where he expected Kyrahth to be.
She wasn’t there.
Dipping back below the roiling clouds, Futh searched frantically, unable to understand what he was missing. Returning to the sunlit world above, he flew a full circle, and finally spotted not Kyrahth but mahogany Behruth, flitting into the clouds. Ah, so that was her game. Futh must have been up when she was down, and down when she was up. Tricky green! With a roar at his own stupidity, Futh sped off at a sharp angle to the other chaser’s paths, desperate to make up ground.
M’kai had roared as well, although it was more of a feral half-growl better suited to human throats. So far Kyrahth had barely looked in his direction, even though M’kai had echoed Dsoleth’s negative at Kyrahth’s question. He had been immediately upstaged by the drama caused by the latecomer, and there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it. Planting his feet wide, he wrestled down Futh’s anger at his failure, taking a deep breath and waiting for Kyrahth’s notice. He wouldn’t cause a scene- yet.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Apr 6, 2010 16:14:51 GMT -5
They were improvising, and that was, above all, what Kyrahth had wanted of them. The phantom taste of blood, metallic and cloying, lingered in the green’s mouth, invigorating, as she spun idly in a barrel roll in the middle of the clouds, wings drawing the wisps around herself like a blanket. For a moment, she watched them, the way they moved, how they chose to move. Dsoleth’s compensation for his error, which might have been costly otherwise; the way Pettahth leapt in and out of the clouds – Futh’s sharp approach and Behruth’s proximity set her off again, though.
Her wings were beginning to feel the stress of her maneuvering. Kyrahth’s Flights were always short: Fast and furious; she hadn’t the endurance to last – and that she hadn’t been able to fly for such a long time had its effect, too. Indignant by the limitations her own body put upon her, Kyrahth flipped her tail, actually brushing it deliberately against Behruth’s for a moment before she twisted her body sideways, sinking into the clouds. Breathless, gray, coolness, for a moment. That one moment was all she spared for her own recovery; it was all she could spare.
She streaked down, ever downwards now, not the same steep dive of before but still a rapid descent. The green’s wings flared, widely, stretching, and then she threw herself into a tight flip, the momentum carrying her straight at the Main Hall. Kyrahth twisted, turning almost sideways to loop as closely as she dared around the building (and if her wings sent gusts of wind down upon those unfortunate enough to be outside near the Main Hall area, Kyrahth offered no apology) before streaking back up again, twisting and corkscrewing towards the sky – the final ascent, she knew.
“Will you? Will you, really?” The whisper was low, purring. His eyes were, for the moment, for K’sel only, though in the back of his mind A’emi knew he’d be moving on shortly – to M’kai, and then perhaps back to M’ta, who was waiting so nicely, and T’san, the brown whose blood was still ruby-red on his lips, which curved upwards in a smile. He leaned closer to K’sel, tongue snaking out to trace the brownrider’s lips. “I don’t think you really grasp how far behind you are, handsome.” His head dropped, nuzzling into K’sel’s shoulder, and A’emi’s lips grazed the jugular, tongue flicking out to run the length of K’sel’s collarbone. “I think I’ll let you find out on your own, though.” He nipped, lightly, and then slid away again, eyes hooded with amusement.
And then came M’kai’s low growl, and his eyes flashed open; the greenrider spun on his heel, almost graceful in his abruptness. A wide, dazzling smile crossed his face, and A’emi breezed past M’ta and T’san to move directly to M’kai. “Darling,” he crooned, gliding in a circle around the bluerider; one finger traced a circle across M’kai’s chest, around his bicep, across his back. From behind, A’emi slid his arms beneath M’kai’s, wrapping himself around the bluerider, and pushed himself up on his toes, exhaling softly against the nape of his neck. “Were you jealous? Don’t be…I wouldn’t forget you.” He pressed his mouth in an open kiss against the bluerider’s shoulder, licked.
His hands slid around M’kai’s hips, tugging gently backwards, skimmed up to explore beneath the bluerider’s shirt. “I’m here now,” he continued, persuasively; he encouraged touch, response, very much – he’d been very pleased with T’san’s response, for one – “What’ll you do now?” And then his hands were no longer playful, but intended to be painful, nails digging into skin just above M’kai’s hips, dragging backwards with the intention to leave scratches. “Do tell, my sweet…” The words were somewhere between a purr and a hiss, still, A’emi nipping almost affectionately at the blue’s earlobe. “Hmm?”
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Apr 6, 2010 19:54:01 GMT -5
Through silent, wordless cues - was it from the man below or sensitive perception alone? - the dragon knew that this flight must come to its inevitable end, and that no place for a dragon to be at the end of a chase is in last place. The clouds he would have to bid a farewell to sadly, and dove through them one last time, sure to bask in their sweet, dewey, essence before bursting through an unbroken wall and leaving cottony shrapnel floating about in his wake. It would be a lie to say that he had no other choice but than to just purely drop, and so he twirled in a tight cork screw, once, twice...before coming to a straighter and less showy decline.
The dragon focused very little on the differences that set him apart from the other suitors, because as far as he was concerned, it was all so very relative, and who was he to pass judgement at all. He was a very small brown, but he was weary to rely on speed and slightness when Behruth was blue sized too. He had a wealth of endurance, but one couldn't bank everything on that when flying against a dragon like Dsoleth. As for age...age meant nothing...he was only a clutch ahead of Futh, and who knows what wealth of knowledge the blue might have amassed from all of his own chases. What did he have left? Well, shards....he could use a little bit of that old fashioned chutzpah and only hope that he would have more than his competition. Yes...that would just have to do...stretch that neck out there and risk your head.
Just....worrying about dying wasn't exactly something that you could have on your mind when you had chosen to rely on your guts. Thus, the approach to the Main Hall...the sight of it growing bigger and bigger as her neared wasn't allowed to put him off. He had to accelerate. In a move not at all unlike a rollercoaster element, Pettahth hurdled towards the building with his wings neatly tucked to his sides, opening only one fully as to sidewind around the structure in a sharp swooping motion. He needed only a brief flapping of wings to aid in the trek back up into the skies, and its all he could afford if he hoped this maneuver would make up from the ground he lost being late.
Just when you begin to enjoy yourself a little too much... He didn't reply to the green, no, but he did wonder about the taste on A'emi's lips...blood and sweaty skin now too... in such a strange way he could only imagine the concoction to be something good...something to further inspire the satyrism that had long ago already settled into the room. But then he left...and K'sel was left to lower his head ever so slightly, just so that his eyes could appear smoldering from under the fringe of his bangs. This fire was not reserved for his competitors...he didn't have to like them, but he wouldn't hate them, not when he felt so surely that he had sped up, that the wind beneath his wings was that much faster and that he had to be closing in. Find out indeed...
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