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Post by Ember on Jun 20, 2010 22:13:18 GMT -5
Ioth bared his fangs at Innocenth's back as he toyed with them. He could certainly fly differently than he was. He could probably even forcefully catch Feyrianth, inexperienced as she was. There was nothing good about that though. The blue's hand was being forced, so to speak. He broke away from the group following the green properly even as she retreated through them and started upwards. Greens, Ioth knew from experience, always went up. There certainly wasn't much point to going down or staying low. He sped upwards with the advantage of his foresight.
The blue definitely wasn't thinking of the flight any longer. Ultimately Feyrianth was his student and she couldn't allow Innocenth to do damage to her, physical or otherwise. Dragons' memories faded quickly but that didn't mean she should have to suffer ill-treatment in the present. Ioth felt the tug on his mind from Iskierka as a reminder not to attack before Innocenth did. She didn't really see the need to protect another's dragon either but he held enough sway over her mind that she couldn't object to him protecting their student.
Ioth strained himself a bit to go faster. He was a small blue and had trained specifically for speed. It was an effort, but he could match Feyrianth's speed for a while. That wasn't his goal though. He attempted to slip himself between Feyrianth and Innocenth using the skills he'd picked up over the turns and the ones he'd recently gained from the Legatus Wing. To Feyrianth he said, May I suggest you pick soon, Feyrianth. This one will likely leave you alone then. He felt bad making the suggestion and even worse not being able to guarantee that Innocenth would leave her and her chosen male alone. He didn't know enough about the other blue to guess.
Sharding blue. Iskierka could feel the anger and desire to protect Feyrianth overriding the lust and she thinned the connection to avoid getting overtaken by it. Damn violent dragons in Flights. At least it seemed like the human counterpart to the menace in the sky was more level-headed. Annoying, but level-headed. Iskierka watched as F'ur pushed someone into Erilena's path and shut the door. It was better to be in the flightroom but.... Iskierka made her way quickly to the retreating Erilena and moved behind her. "Not this way, please. It's not safe this way." She fully realized she might scare the girl even further and ruin Ioth's chances but the blue was doing that just fine on his own playing guard in the sky.
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Post by rii on Jun 20, 2010 22:42:56 GMT -5
Trilaranth was amused by the blues that wound their way nimble around his form. He wasn't trying to keep them from Feyrianth, so to say, more as put them through their paces so that they put more effort into obtaining her favor. To those that swerved around him, Trilaranth touched their minds with playful amusement. No discouragement from him. As for himself, he wouldn't be disappointed if he wasn't chosen in the end. Felt no need to prove anything to anyone or himself. Just wanted to make sure that those that did chase were worthy of being chosen.
..and keeping those unworthy away.
His gaze shifted from Feyrianth to the dark nuisance weaving through the pack. The brown cut sharply into the blue's path – of no threat of collision to the nimble Inocenth. Be gone. Because clearly Inocenth refused to take a hint. His talons raked the air in the wake of the speedy blue when he passed near. Trilaranth had no qualms with removing himself from a flight to keep another a bay. Especially one that wanted to snatch Feyrianth without her consent. Take your wounded pride and leave.
Powering forward, Trilaranth made to create a protective guard much like Ioth. There was no way he could match their speeds, so the brown made do with keeping as close to Feyrianth as possible so that he would have to maneuver less to protect her. It would be fruitless to chase after Inocenth, but maybe he could keep the soured creature at bay.
R'ven watched Erilena move, not taking a step himself as she whirled about. Instead the large man head turned to gaze over his shoulder. His body followed the motion shortly after, pivoting to fully face F'ur with a silent determination to make sure the man stayed on that end of the room.
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Post by Lotty on Jun 20, 2010 22:48:22 GMT -5
Shards man. Whether the notion had come from the rider or the dragon was debatable, but the emphasis behind it was all the same. This couldn't be easy could it? It wasn't a reference so much to the moves Feyrianth was pulling, but more to the virtual monkey wrench thrown into the flight. How was it that he just knew that Inocenth wasn't going to give up so quickly? Telling him to leave probably did more to add fuel to the fire than would ignoring him, and though he didn't put this idea to the green in words, he pressed against her mind enough to let her know that she shouldn't respond to the blue's antagonism, but not completely disregard him. Out of sight out of mind was just as dangerous of a proposition when the blue obviously had every intention of leaving a mark on his Fey-one.
He tried to hum sweetly still to her as she swung around him and Trilaranth, but didn't waste a moment of wonder on her as she shot up straight into the air. His wings hung open only for a moment long enough to collect the air under his wings and take some large vertical strides after that green apple of his eye. It was strange, usually Pettahth had no desire to ever get too close to the female of his desires. Throwing yourself at them was always so unflattering...but the delicate little nymph gave off many more signs of fear than lust and in response to unusual behavior he did unusual things. He skirted a little closer than his normal range, but hanging over as opposed to under the rest. It was much wiser to have his eye on all of the competitors than to throw himself in the middle of bedlam yes?
Sequestered in the flight room. He never thought he'd be so relieved about something. The dragon was already doing the chasing, why ever would it be a good idea for him to pick his feet up and try and fly too? All the other chasers could say what they wanted about Innocenth, but the blue did save him a crazy bad trip around the weyr. What to do about Eri though...he still instinctually worried a bit for her, especially when she was scared enough to seek a spot behind him to hide. Sighing and resigning himself to the circus around him he turned to watch the girl dart off towards the exit to the weyrledge. For lack of more eloquent words: oh shit. Iskierka might have swayed the green away from that very bad idea, but K'sel was sure to cover up as much of that hole to the outside with his body. It worked out better for him anyway...he felt a gusty draft of winter rush through. Just enough to calm his boiling blood.
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Post by Sheari on Jun 21, 2010 12:45:44 GMT -5
Now is not the time for starting fights!
A brief intermission in the Pagoth/C'ryl thought process for the man to yell at the brown. No, he would not leave the flight to attack Inocenth, no matter how badly he wished to. Of the five males here to actually chase Feyrianth, he was certain they all would defend her against him. Violet-red eyes watched Ioth move up to the green. The brown didn't see much intention for him to actually catch her, but she just fight fall on him because he's close. Pagoth beat his wings faster to gain speed and momentum, tilting up in pursuit.
Wings beat in a steady rhythm, Pagoth rushed up to Feyrianth, he wanted to be close, but not too close. He wanted to position himself maybe three dragon-lengths behind. Maybe he wasn't as agile or fast as the blues, but he was bigger and stronger. He could fly longer, being built for a mix of speed and stamina. He was glad, however, not to have the blues twirling around him. Indeed, he would have to snap at them if they were. He hoped to have a chance to bite Inocenth, however, when the race was over, if someone didn't do it first.
C'ryl glared at F'ur for pushing him, though in the path of the woman was fine. He stopped glaring when the man was behind a closed door. Where was she going? No, not out to the ledge, love, you could fall if you backed away too far! He stepped forward, but, she was backing away. C'ryl was caught in a moment of confusion. He wanted to pursue her, to catch her but, the ledge...he stood still. Maybe, if they stopped following her, she'd come to them?
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Post by Rowana on Jun 21, 2010 13:15:32 GMT -5
Garaeth rarely got angry, but Innocenth was getting him close. He'd heard of some greens that liked rough chases, but Feyrianth was clearly frightened. Innocenth was ruining everything for her! It wasn't fair and it was mean. Maybe he would take the hint and leave now. Garaeth preferred to think the better of others first and foremost. Still, Feyrianth was what truly matter. He would do whatever it took to make her happy. She was even coming this way!
Garaeth turned his wings nearly vertical as he pivoted around. She was fast! All ready she had flown over his head and up into the sky. Now the young blue had a bit of a problem. Most of the others were between him and his love, including the larger browns. He couldn't hope to fly so fast upwards. Straightening out, Garaeth began to flap harder. He kept the angle as steep as he could and zig zag up into the sky. Dodged the larger dragons, he kept his focus on Feyrianth and offered her an assuring croon. All would be well. None of them would let the mean one touch her, he was certain, and Innocenth would never catch her when she was so skilled a flyer.
Oh no! Erilena couldn't leave and not that way! T'ke was pained by the need to wait for permission and the need to be sure she was safe. Several of the others seemed to be having the same problem. Rhino's owner was braver and even K'sel too. T'ke rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to see the best course of action. Finally he settled on staying where he was. Shards, but he felt inadequate. At least Garaeth was doing a little better and his happy desires outweighed T'ke's troubles.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 21, 2010 14:54:13 GMT -5
You did. I didn't. What now, baby ugly? Inocenth peeled off before Feyrianth even changed direction, swirling upward a small distance as he watched her flee blindly. Eyes focused briefly on the one dragon with the guts to lash out at him. Too bad he was too slow to be very interesting to play with. Wounded pride, hatchling? That's cute. Want me to go? Make me.
A slow anger was bleeding into Behruth's violent tinted eyes, his wings snapping out to arrest the twisting, shallow-angled dive. His tail slapped against the air, wings powering once, twice, before catching the thermal that shot him up near the drumheights. Far away from the drama unfolding...too far to do much. Yet. Strangely, he was less upset with the blue and more with the other dragons who were right there and did nothing. Inocenth hadn't hurt her or anyone else just yet, but did that mean he wouldn't? Five dragons...three browns and two blues. And only one of them had reacted. No. Wait. They were forming a rear guard and one brown had decided to rise on his own. Behruth wasn't normally judgemental, but at this moment he decided his brethren were idiots. It didn't take much thought to figure out where Inocenth would be headed. They'd practically left neon signs pointing out his path. Imbeciles.
Waiting just long enough to note the much older blue's direction as he finally began to move - he was playing with them all, wasn't he? - Behruth finally left the thermal just as he burst upward through the clouds, not wasting time by moving toward the clusterfuck. Instead he dove, angling to come out above Feyrianth by a dragonlength and cut off that direction from the blue. But of course, such a long dive had to be noticed, and manueverable as Behruth was (being more or less blue-sized himself) if Inocenth did notice him... Feyrianth. Dive, he hissed to the green. The males in the way would shield her for at least a small time.
Inocenth had played with the currents, amused by how the dragons seemed to only think of flying straight up to go up, or that he'd follow her directly. As he cut across, he almost didn't see the dragon who hadn't been chasing closely, but the scream of air being displaced warned him in time. He swirled around Behruth, dragging his tail along the mahogany dragon's underbelly teasingly. Still haven't learned, children? 360 degrees of play. And this is how you catch a deformed green. He dropped, gripping Feyrianth's shoulders and dragging her downward with him, a twist of his tail causing them to spin earthward...and using her as an effective shield as they burst through that pretty little rear guard made in his honor. You have no control, ugly. I can catch you...whenever...I want. But no fun to do that right now. He released her, skipping upwards and twisting to one side. All right children. You give it a try now. His mocking laughter slid through all minds present.
F'ur watched Erilena retreat with a raised eyebrow, momentarily considering stalking her around the damn room to keep her from doing anything stupid until Iskierka and K'sel apparently developed brain cells and blocked the way to the weyrledge. The bluerider tsked, folding his arms as he leaned against the door casually. He didn't even move toward her when Inocenth grasped the green in the air. Why? Because the blue had never intended to take the deformed one for his own, and F'ur well knew she'd be free a moment later. That intent may yet change...if it became at all challenging to claim her. Right now the dragons were being pathetic. "Uh huh. Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to oblige."
A soft growl sounded from across the room, the smallest of the men present crouching low. Two blades grated on scabbards, and M'ta slunk to R'ven's side, eyes narrowed on F'ur, who remained impassive. The brownrider's blades briefly caught the sunlight, a foot sliding forward as he settled into a clear protective posture. He glanced up at his rival for a couple seconds, but lack of even the smallest bit of apprehension made it clear the man was Behruth, not the one skittish around men the size of houses.
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Post by Rei on Jun 21, 2010 15:52:08 GMT -5
Feyrianth wasted no time on looking behind her as she rose upwards. She didn’t even spare time to respond to Inocenth. Make him? She could hardly do such. She wasn’t a violent entity at all and besides, she wasn’t built for fighting. Light the green’s frame might have been but with so many muscle groups working her massive wing span flying so fast and hard was tiring her out rather quickly. She just didn’t have the stamina for as long of flights as most dragons. Less stamina than your average green in fact. The words coming from behind Feyrianth where noted for what they where. Make a decision now? But she hadn’t even decided. How was she supposed to? Before the four winged dragon could make a comment back however Pettahth and Behruth’s words hit her mind almost simultaneously. Dive. Don’t give him the satisfaction? Satisfaction of what? She tried not to let that confuse her. Right now the green was far more concerned with staying away from the blue’s talons and teeth.
Momentarily faltering in her wing beats Feyrianth began to comply with the mahogany male’s order by snapping her wings shut, when his voice came again. No. As she felt Inocenth’s weight settle on her shoulders the green shrieked, the sound both angry and terrified. Still positioned as she was there was no way Feyrianth could strike back. Instead she focused on keeping her wings from getting caught on anything. Folded as they where they where of no use to her. Unless the blue released her she couldn’t even open them. As they twisted towards the ground and back through her other chasers she tried to work out a way to fight back and waited for something, anything to happen.
The suddenness of the release however was not expected and as Inocenth let her go Feyrianth lashed out at him with back talons in a gesture of desperation. No time wasted to see whether she had actually made contact. It was doubtful she had after all, with Inocenth being so experienced. The green had more pressing matters to attend to anyway. She was still falling. Flipping herself into a more upright position the dragon flared her four wings and came to a sudden stop, the pulling on the already tired muscles caused them to throb in protest. Not much strength left in her wings. She wouldn't be able to stay aloft safely much longer.
Trembling Feyrianth tilted her nose once more skyward. Too low she was. Whirling yellow and orange eyes caught onto her males, the purple almost completely unnoticeable. The need to mate was buried under a range of other emotions, but was still there, driving her upwards instinctively. Being caught too low could mean death. The realization that she couldn’t keep Inocenth away was sobering for the green. With the briefest of glances at her antagonist she hissed, front talon’s lashing the air in an effort to dissuade Inocenth as she rose again. This time putting every drop of effort into going as fast as she possibly could, back towards her other males. They where farther away than Feyrianth liked sadly. Still if she made a choice now the blue could no longer hassle her and this was her intention. Her wings hurt, she was tired, upset, and scared. This was not how she had wanted things to end up at all, but she had to make due with what she was given.
Erilena paused in her backwards endeavors as Iskierka and K’sel got in her way. Blinking at the blue and brown she shifted to the left and nearer the opposite wall. She was still a good distance from Inocenth and that was good enough. There where a few other dragons between her and him after all. Not an immediate threat. Or so she thought. As Inocenth grabbed onto Feyrianth in the sky, Erilena gave a hiss of protest which turned quickly into confusion. Inocenth was there still how could he be near her. Shaking her head the woman brought one hand up to her temple only removing it once the blue let her go? The grating of steel caught her attention quite effectively after that and she lifted her head to find the source of the noise. Behruth. Feyrianth was grateful for the smaller brown’s help, she really was, but she didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Not at all. She wasn’t worth them becoming injured. With a soft reassuring croon Erilena stepped towards the small brown, hand outstretched towards the blades and a slight shake of her head to indicate they where not needed. As she stepped towards the two brown males the other’s where given searching glances and beckons forward. All but Inocenth. She needed to pick soon. Not much more time could be wasted. She hurt and staying in the air was becoming to difficult.
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Post by rii on Jun 21, 2010 17:15:48 GMT -5
He did so wish that Feyrianth would stop fleeing. It was hard enough for the large brown to keep pace with her in normal fast-paced flight, even more so when adrenaline kicked in and instinct made her dart at a speed beyond her means. The brown attempted to send calming thoughts Feyrianth's way – but it was like trying to get through a wall to talk with her, the fear was too thick on her mind. To Trilaranth's displeasure, his attempt at attracting the blue's attention to him instead of Fey only earned a returning jab. He would make Inocenth go.. if he could manage to get the blue near enough his claws. As it were, the blue remained far out of his reach.
Stop. Running.
Trilaranth watched helplessly as Inocenth snatched Feyrianth right out of the air, spiraling down with her. This wasn't a matter of life and death. It wasn't an aerial battle of one he had seen over the skies of Selenitas during Fort's attack. It was just a flight. Was it cruel of him only be concerned about the resulting drama it would force on His once Feyrianth's person was flown by another? Worse yet that Feyrianth would feel guilty about the whole matter. The brown certainly wasn't fond of picking up messes; especially ones made by others. Quietly he urged one of the quick, friendly blues to make a catch before Inocenth felt the need make a second pass. He himself was too far away to make such a bold move.
You had your fun. Trilaranth addressed Inocenth flatly, Made your point – the damage done. Forgive me if I don't thank you that my rider will have to deal with a hysterical green rider from here on out. That one was only good for a fight; nothing more. Considering Selenitas lack of involvement in the war made Inocenth – worthless.
..Mine?
Yeah? R'ven was blinking slowly as he came out of his daze, slowly taking in the flight room without making any sudden movements due to the tension in the air. Hazel eyes dropped to the short man at his side, pulling out blades which in turn made R'ven narrow his eyes. He placed a hand on M'ta's shoulder – not stopping or really placing any pressure on the shoulder at all; just a warm presence in hopes of keeping the short man from springing out on some attack.
Could he just grab Erilena and separate her from all this? Or would that just serve to make things worse in the end? In the end R'ven knew too little of flights. His feet were heavy and rooted, eyes slowly straying across the antagonist before settling on the damsel in distress. What a mess. Did this have to happen on Feyrianth's first flight? R'ven smoothed his fingers through his hair as he watched the crooning weyrling beckon them near.
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Post by Rowana on Jun 21, 2010 18:43:27 GMT -5
Garaeth cried out in dismay. No! Innocenth could not catch her! It was too soon! He could feel Feyrianth's fear. The other chasers were growing angry. It was all more than the cheerful blue had expected. This was meant to be a joyous day. The beautiful Feyrianth's first Rising. When had it come to this? Garaeth roared his fury as he flew harder. He wouldn't let anyone harm his lovely green. Friend or foe alike, he would stop them.
As the pair tumbled past them, Garaeth folded his wings and started to fall backwards. It would be safe to dive nose first, but turning around took time. Twisting his body as he fell, he angled himself towards Feyrianth. She was free of Innocenth now, but she was still falling. This was dangerous! He had to help before she went too low. Garaeth felt Trilaranth's urging, but he couldn't just grab her like Innocenth. The choice was still hers. Garaeth eased out of his fall, crooning to Feyrianth if only to ease her distress. He would help her if she wished it. She didn't have to chose him. Flying as steady as he could, Garaeth offered himself to his lovely green. He still had strength to lend, even to help her chose another. An extra push from his back and she might be able to reach the browns who defended her so valiantly.
T'ke shook with a mixture of emotions. Garaeth was upset but resolved, Shard was still bubbling over Iskierka being present, and he was terrified that at any moment a fight might break out. Erilena had beckoned them. This had to end soon and hopefully without bloodshed. Why in Faranth's name had they brought out knives?! Fists were bad enough. What should he do, what should he do? T'ke's eyes flashed between Erilena, F'ur and M'ta so fast he was getting dizzy. At the moment he and Garaeth agreed on only one thing, the violence had to stop. So T'ke did what would probably make his list of most stupid things he had ever done: he jumped between M'ta and F'ur.
"No, no, no, no," he babbled pleadingly, waving his arms like it would help. It was hard to talk when he wasn't sure who he was at the moment. "No blood, please?" Shards but he sounded like Shard. No wonder the creature was so frustrating. He looked at Erilena longingly. She would be safe, right? They would protect her from the fighting and the evil blood. It was important that she was safe and happy. More important than anything else.
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Post by Sheari on Jun 21, 2010 19:12:08 GMT -5
The wall between C'ryl and Pagoth's minds was getting thicker. The brownrider did not want to be caught in the middle of a mid-air dragon fight with the connection often induced during a flight. No! he screamed in his mind. Pagoth so wished to peel the blue off of Feyrianth and hold his wings to his body in a plummet. When Innocenth released the green Pagoth hovered. She would rise again, being so low to the ground was dangerous during any part of a flight. She would rise again, but the unpredictability of a green obliged him to dive anyway.
Half furled wings again followed the pair, a roar emitting from the dragon's throat. He was here for the chance to be the victor of such a rare prize, he would not forget his purpose, he would not feed into the game Innocenth was playing and antagonize him. Feyrianth pulled up again, as predicted. Wings tilting up, Pagoth followed close. With an attack like that her wings would be sore (he knew what it was like to be grabbed like that). This was nearly over. Fall, fall into me he thought, keeping his mind to himself.
Yes, come away from the ledge. C'ryl moved now, towards the beckoning Erilena. It seemed she wasn't so opposed to the idea after all. He turned though, to look at the brown with the blades drawn, M'ta. He'd never met the man before, but Erilena said they weren't needed. In that moment, the brownrider was glad he was generally an unarmed person, he had no weapons to pull out and threaten with. F'ur, it seemed, was keeping away (and why not, nearly everyone else wanted to attack him), which was good. The other males looked as though to be making a sort of shell around Erilena, C'ryl joined the throng.
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Post by Lotty on Jun 21, 2010 19:45:51 GMT -5
There were moments now...where the brown had nearly forgotten he was in a flight, because flights you see were fun. While the brown did have a skewed view of flights by now (his first chase was after Rina, that was a doozy) he still felt that there should be a degree of...of....well he didn't know the word. Zen maybe? Regardless, this was just a poor combination of vastly different traits. While some greens practically asked for a rough and tumble race someone like his almost-clutchsister was simply not geared for it. Making it such a shame that the blue had dropped in to an already packed and full flight. But angry he wouldn't get. As much as he stomped around and threatened his rider and made a big show of his determination, he always had something of an elitist strain in him and thought that all of the growls and talon flashing was silly.
That didn't mean he was opposed to standing up for the green. She was one of his best friends and their bondeds were just as close, so when Innocenth attacked and caught her hide he huffed for a minute blasted forward with an extra bit of gusto, not exactly following her in the dive, but still taking the higher path and throwing his head to the side to drolly ask of the violent blue, Really now? Definitely the kind of comment he had learned from his rider, but unlike His he knew how to stop. This wasn't a word match you know. After he had said his part he angled back towards the green again, hanging out in the hopes that she would ascend again and not cling so desperately close to the ground. Thank Faranth she was of like mind to him, and as she drifted back up he had himself readied.
K'sel just waited. He was mirroring his dragon, rolling his eyes and generally thinking of the other chasers as being incredibly over dramatic about things, and this was coming from him! The same man who threw fits over getting a shave! He leaned against the edge of the entryway he inhabited and watched the blades fly out. His should probably be unsheathed as well incase the party decided to storm his way but honestly he didn't expect to have to use it for anything other than picking seed shells out of his teeth so he remained relatively unarmed. One hand rested vaguely on a hilt and that was it. He wanted to be rather comforting for Eri...Feyrianth and she was free to come to him to get away from the crazies.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 22, 2010 18:27:30 GMT -5
Well, he was officially bored now. Inocenth watched the dragons play to that deformed one, so desperate for tail they'd go for the easiest target available and shard it if he half tore her up in the process, just so long as they got their green. Had he inadvertently stumbled upon the failures of the Weyr? Couldn't get a regular green so they went after the handicapped? How...pathetic. The various comments meant nothing to him; all talk, no action. Her back talons grated lightly on his back shin, leaving behind a couple trickles of ichor. So amusing, really. And here he'd taken the care not to hurt her. Ungrateful bitch. Almost made it worth pursuing, but no...she was still a deformed, terrified little pathetic weyrling who happened to get lucky. With a parting mental caress to the 'maiden' that was mockingly warm, he swirled upward past the clouds and left the retards to their debauchery.
F'ur's head came up at T'ke's involvement, a wry smile touching his lips. He saluted the bluerider with two fingers, then opened the door at his back, slipping out and closing it behind him. Leaning against the other side of the door, he tsked softly. Satisfied now? I wanted to know what was so special about this one, the male responded. He almost sounded...downcast. Going to have to learn that most of these here will disappoint you. Rinagth and Aonith... Are substitutes. The male settled on his ledge and coiled. I miss the ones who played with me. Didn't I used to have a few? Where are they? Ino...we're not from here. Remember? The greens here don't even understand you're playing. Oh. Right. The Other place. We can go back? It doesn't exist anymore. Ino huffed softly and curled tighter. That must be why we're here now. Yes. Our home is dead to us. Don't worry, Ino. I'm sure you'll find some again. In time.
The brownrider's eyes narrowed slightly on Feyrianth. She might not think it necessary, but sometimes others didn't know what was best for them. He offered a reassuring croon, feeling Trilaranth's supportive presence, but kept his attention on Inocenth. Sometimes all it took was a clear show of willingness to fight to get someone to back off. Garaeth's intervention caused him to blink. What? "No," he echoed quietly. Stepping toward the blue, his curved blade returned to its sheathe, hand coming out to cup the taller man's cheek. He stood on tiptoes and kissed his jaw. "Calm, young one. Won't attack first." He slid his arm around Garaeth's waist, pushing him gently but firmly behind the line of his defense, his eyes still on Inocenth. Only once the older blue left did he return his other weapon to its scabbard and turn to face Erilena. There was something of defiance behind his eyes, despite the unassuming posture. If she didn't like what he'd done, that was just too bad.
Behruth waited to make sure Inocenth wasn't going to appear suddenly back out of the clouds, maintaining an altitude above most of the other dragons, before returning his attention to Feyrianth. A pity he couldn't given her more of his attention in this Flight, but...well, it wasn't as if she'd miss it. The green had been just as much consumed with the rogue as the rest of them. Next time, maybe. Behruth folded his wings into a dive that shot him past her, turning on a wingtip to follow her up at an angle. His mind brushed hers reassuringly. Gone now. He'd made sure of it. She could choose in peace.
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Post by Rei on Jun 22, 2010 19:50:15 GMT -5
Up, up, up. It played like some sort of chant in Feyrianth’s head. Instinctively she knew she had to rise to end the flight. Had to be high enough so the risk of her chosen mate and her plummeting to their deaths was low. Still, every movement of her wings sent a pang of sharp pain through the green’s frame. It was hard not to whimper in response to each desperate flap. Giving up however was not an option and so the four winged dragon pushed herself. The mildly successful hit against Inocenth would not have pleased her, strangely enough, had Feyrianth known. In fact it likely would have made her feel terrible despite the hell the blue had ,maybe unintentionally, put her through. The other mental touches to her mind where half ignored as the female strived for sufficient altitude. A snap and a violent twitch in a muscle decided the flight for her. No further. Feyrianth had reached the limits of her strength and her adrenaline was wearing thin.
Hazarding a backwards glance at the ground she was relived to see she was high enough. Not as high as the green would have liked to have been but high enough to suit her purposes. The brush Inocenth gave her mind was unexpected but Feyrianth offered no return emotion. Even had she the strength to work out the meaning behind the mental brush she wouldn’t have anyway. Behind her where two of her browns, Behruth and Pagoth, and her two blues, Garaeth and Ioth. Above was Trilaranth and Pettahth. Not much time had been given to Feyrianth to truly test and examine her chasers. Alas there was no time for such now. It was Garaeth’s selfless act in fact that decided it for her. That he was willing to sacrifice his /own/ opportunity at a catch to help her chose another touched her. He had defended her throughout the flight and even in the very end he sought for it to be her choice. Sweet blue. Feyrianth would be his this time. He deserved it in her eyes.
Brushing against Garaeth’s mind with warning she touched the minds of the rest of her chasers, giving them all an affectionate and thankful mental brush. Thank you. All of you. It really was a shame she could not chose them all. Withdrawing from the others with a final warm feeling she fell backwards against Garaeth. Talon’s carefully grasped him and pulled him close, her wings sagging in exhaustion. Carry me well my sweet Garaeth. I will help where I can. Yes Feyrianth was beyond tired, yes her wings hurt, but she would do her part to make sure they did not fall to quickly. With a quick nuzzle up his neck she twined with the blue, trusting him to keep them aloft for the moment. Dear sweet Garaeth would not fail her now, of that she was sure.
Erilena only half watched the scene play out in front of her. As bound with Feyrianth as she was the weyrling to shared in the desperation to gain enough altitude to make a decision, the pain with each flap of overtired and strained wings. F’ur leaving was noted and the tenseness that she was under previously left her in a rush, causing her to stumble forward, an arm coming out to catch onto M’ta. Steadying herself Erilena smiled at the brown, her hand caressing the underside of his jaw. “Thank you Behruth.” The words where given in a soft affectionate tone before she moved away. Each human counterpart in the room was given a light touch and a similar murmured thanks before the woman turned back to T’ke. Arms wrapping around the bluerider she drew him close before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Do not let me fall sweet Garaeth.”
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Jun 22, 2010 20:35:07 GMT -5
Garaeth felt the nudge on his mind and his heart rose. Feyrianth was coming, her strength was almost gone. Stretching his wings to their fullest, he rose to meet her. He might not be the largest or strongest, but for her, he could carry the world. They dipped slightly as her weight landed on his shoulders, but he held them steady. Turning his neck, he caressed her gently. I would carry you forever, dear Feyrianth, he whispered. He wished he really could carry her forever. With her, he felt as strong as ten bronzes. Nothing matter but being together and safe.
T'ke let out a breath he never knew he'd been holding. The scary one was gone, and the knives were gone. Everyone would be fine now, right? No blood meant no fainting. Yes, they were all safe now. Most importantly, Erilena was safe. Emotions swirled in his head. Had she ever been so beautiful? Garaeth purred in his mind and he relaxed, letting her come to him when she chose. He held her in a close embrace and returned her affections with his own. "I will always catch you, dear Feyrianth," he whispered softly.
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