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Post by Ember on Jun 29, 2010 0:02:39 GMT -5
Chakraith awoke quite suddenly, eyes whirling a slow violet. It was most definitely her time to Rise but she was not one to do so with all the fanfare that accompanied Flights. Her very being was calm and not even flightlust could change the base nature of a dragon. Alter it a little or add layers to it that were not there before, yes, but not completely overwrite it. The female mentally nudged Hers who had fallen asleep after flopping on his bed. It was a bit early to be sleeping just yet and he must be at a certain place before she could Rise, which she must do.
The mental tugging brought Dy'shi out of sleep slugishly and he yawned. "What is it, Chakraith? I'm tiiiiired." When she didn't respond, the young teen was forced to probe into their bond a little. What he found frightened him. "Oh no. No, no, Chak!" It must be done. Eveyth and Feyrianth have taken their turns. It is mine now. You are prepared, Mine. Be calm, Chakraith told him gently. He knew where to go. She curled the claws of her front paws over the edge of her ledge and settled in for the wait while Hers made his way to the flightrooms.
That day, Chakraith was in perfect form. Her hide would have been gleaming already from a wash and oiling earlier that day if not for the bright blue glow that marked her as ready to mate. She was well rested and not suffering from any aches from excercise. Even her claws, which had a tendency to chip or file down had been sharpened to wicked points the day before. She was very attractive that day. The only problem was that she was quite unusual. She was most definitely female but she was no green or gold. She was Pern's only female blue and would have to work so much harder for the males to care.
Dy'shi dashed through the halls of the weyr in a near panic even as Chakraith's emotions began to bleed over more and more. Her calm...and her lust. He shivered and burst into a flightroom, all but throwing himself on the bed. Why? It didn't make any sense for a blue to Rise...he'd been hoping that Chakraith wouldn't. Her earlier comment came to min and he realized that she'd known she would Rise. She'd asked X'rx to 'prepare' him, after all. So that was why. The understanding opened up his mind a little more and Chakraith engulfed him.
Chakraith stood and stretched languidly, taking her time in doing so. Her Flight would be a long one and hopefully considerably different from the Flights of others. She was unique and therefore her Flight ought to be as well. The blue launched herself off her weyrledge and flew up above the canyon. It was a cold day, colder than most lately. The air contrasted deeply with her inner heat and she certainly desired her Chasers soon so that she could begin the Flight. First, though, she had to call the ones not aware that she was already in the air and waiting for them.
She wouldn't call out in challenge or speak her intentions. She was a dragon of few words. Instead she gave a gentle pull on the minds of all the males, inviting them to join her in the skies if they wanted to. She planned to give them an interesting Flight. After all, she was a rare blue rose, the symbol of mystery and attaining the impossible. She would not disappoint them if they chose to Chase her as she was.
Dy'shi removed himself from the bed. There was no rush to be there yet. The males weren't even there yet. Besides, he wanted them al lto go at his pace. The blue was feeling a little hot despite the cold day but he must wait. Must wait for his Chasers. Surely they would come, if only to gawk at him. Then he would take them all by surprise and show them how amazing he could be! Even the Dy'shi who disliked the idea of Flights was beginning to agree with some of the notions running through his head from Chakraith. Show them how good he was? Oh yes, that most definitely struck a chord with the boy and he was truly lost to Chakraith's Flight.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jun 29, 2010 10:46:56 GMT -5
For once in his life Azrath looked unsure, the basking blue had a semi alert pose about him, that his rider would certainly have described as sneaky. His legs were coiled under him rather than sprawled to the side and there was no doubt that the dark blue had one eye on the skies. A normal enough pose for waiting for some green to take to the air, but there was a slight air of confusion about him, as if something were not quite usual.
It came with no hue and cry, no challenge, and for Azrath, with a feeling akin to enlightenment. Chakraith, a most unusual female to be sure. The older blue rumbled, a sound with a slight edge to it like a lustful chuckle, and stood, stretching out his legs and wings in preparation for the Flight to come. Better get yourself to a flightroom Darya, Chakraith is Rising.[/color]
Oh I wondered if she was going to, being blue and all. I sometimes wonder if it’s not just colour but mentality as well. Darya’s mental tone showed mild interest, even though she was no longer a weyrlingmaster the bluerider did tend to take a propriety interest in the achievements of her former class, or the dragons at least. A sudden wave of horrified realisation flooded across to Azrath, making him rumble again. Oh yes Darya thought she’d been clever, taking him away from the Weyr when Eveyeth and Feyrianth Rose (although that was far more accident than design on her part), well she hadn’t been watching the female blue for a glow and Azrath was certainly going to make her pay for her carelessness.
Even as a barrage of fury driven incoherent threats emerged from his rider (such language too! A good thing Imp wasn’t inclined to repeat it.) the night sky blue form was already rising from his ledge. He answered Chakraith’s invitation in kind, with no more than a gentle brush of his mind to hers. He was here, she could lead him wheresoever she liked.
Darya meanwhile was less sanguine, only a desire to at least not embarrass herself in public for the millionth time ever made her get up and walk out of the main hall as if she had nothing more on her mind than returning to her weyr. At least her current run of ending up in bed with kids meant that she wasn’t losing herself to Azrath quite so quickly, she thought with an ironic snort.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 29, 2010 17:44:26 GMT -5
Mine, his mental nudge gentle. Behruth's tail coiled around the man's legs, sliding around him in a sinuous carress. Again you paint the grass. I don't think it wants to be this color. The brownrider lowered his arms, squinting at the quiet blues of his dragon. Fingers. A blink, and he looked down to the familiar sight of bloody fingertips and a crimson-stained string. Bleeding the bow had become something of a daily ritual. M'ta tsked softly under his breath. The bow was propped between his thighs, oilcloth used to clean the string while he sucked on the bleeding fingers absently. They'd stop in another moment. Wouldn't be bleeding now, really, except they never had gotten a chance to heal. "Guess that's it for today, then." The words came out as a near-sigh. I no longer worry for my hide when we come here? It will come. "Mm." Let's not meet with the others today. No drills tomorrow. Should rest, bring the little, go to the ocean together. Just us. "Not Checkoth?" If he wants to. Should rest and let your fingers heal. M'ta considered. It made sense, of course, but his need to constantly be doing something...warred with common sense. That and something like premonition. Or paranoia. Or simple unease. A discontentedness that wasn't Behruth's quiet internal restlesness. "Okay. Yes. For tomorrow. Do you want oiling?" He leaned against Behruth's head, the unblooded hand resting on the eyeridge. Something else had taken the brown's attention, a soft tugging, an invitation that was almost lost in everything else. Fascination drew his head up, toward the blue glow on a weyrledge, stretching there calmly. Glow. The female. A set of eyelids slid down over his eyes as the blue tinted toward a darker purple. Not right now. She...is Rising. Chakraith. M'ta's eyes turned to follow Behruth's, lingering on the gleaming daylight moon. "Not yet in the air?" Mine, please. A flicker of a frown. "Why ask? You've never listened to me before." Gentle teasing, his hand moving down the line of Ruth's jaw. Even he could tell the difference, though. For whatever reason, this one Behruth wanted to...hm. "Go. I want you to. Go." Ruth crooned. The male uncoiled from His, not hurrying, nuzzling the man lightly before spreading his wings and flying up, up to their ledge. Grateful it allowed for a clear view of hers. That was when Behruth noted Checkoth, and the purple hue faded back to blue. Catch her for us, Checkbrother, he urged, tail briefly tangling with his clutchbrother's adoringly. M'ta frowned slightly, below, but said nothing. He picked up the bow still held between his thighs, sucking at his fingers again. "What to do with you?" he murmured softly, around a pointer finger. Turning, he disappeared into the edge of the trees. Checkoth would Chase, who never Chased, and even if Behruth actually - wanted - for the first time in months, Checkoth would Chase. There was nothing to say to 'Ruth. He understood...even if it made him want to hit something. How can I make you happy again? There was no response from the brown. Nothing but a stirring in his mind, a sad but comforting presence. ((So yeah. Found out Check was Chasing mid-post and Ruth just went <3Checkbrother and refused to enter into his 'territory'. o.0 Sorry for the random odd cameo into your Flight Chakkers ^^;;
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Post by glamourie on Jun 29, 2010 17:51:34 GMT -5
You’re chasing? You haven’t chased in – in forever. I thought you forgot how. I forgot nothing. I was waiting for someone truly interesting to Rise. ... snob. You’re a Flight-snob. Chakraith is very interesting. Chakraith is blue. And she will Rise. Awkward.
Checkoth stretched out on the weyrledge, head tilting over toward where the younger blue dragon rested. His wings stretched out, upwards and around him before snapping against his body again. There was some truthfulness to R’wign’s jab about snobbism; Checkoth did not chase just any dragon. Not that he had a problem with most greens – he didn’t – he simply wouldn’t chase any dragon that was violent. He saw it as too dangerous. Violent and cruel greens were ignored, and so were ones that he deemed ‘Behruth’s.’ That eliminated quite a large selection of the females at Selenitas, and Checkoth’s drive to Chase was not that well-developed (particularly in comparison to his clutchbrother’s) to begin with. Had he a choice, he likely would always have chased the same few females. Oquith was gone, though. Amith was also gone. That really left almost none that he actually wanted – until he’d noticed a glow about Chakraith. She was very interesting indeed. Blues didn’t typically Rise. Blues weren’t typically female, either. Nothing about Chakraith was typical. He hadn’t really noticed her much before – primarily because Checkoth didn’t have a lot of involvement with the weyrlings – but he was noticing her then. It was hard to overlook such a pretty glow. And he wanted to chase her because she was special.
Flicking his tails (both of them curling independently behind him), the autumn-colored brown rested his head on his haunches and watched. He could feel R’wign’s apathy to the idea of chasing, beyond amusement/curiosity. He and R’wign had something of a unique connection; His almost never lost himself in Flights... which was pretty funny, actually. The Elliegold definitely a stronger influence on him and Vex... Vex was ridiculous. Checkoth attributed it, not aloud, to the fact that R’wign had been his mindmate longer, and understood his feelings more. Some dragons might’ve been bothered. He wasn’t; he liked that His could continue going about day-to-day life when he Chased. He was currently in the kitchens cooking some kind of evening snack for himself and Behruth’s, and didn’t seem to care an ounce that he was going to Chase. The mental response was, “I’ll go to the flight rooms after I finish this. I’m almost done!” His choice, really.
Since she wasn’t in the air yet, Checkoth did not make any move to launch himself off the ledge. He did stand up and move to the edge to perch though, if only to make his intentions clear. He had a habit of ‘mimicking’ the habits of the females he chased; if she didn’t make a sound, then neither would he, and he didn’t need to. He had utmost faith that Chakraith could deduce that he intended to follow her to the skies just from the way that he was resting, on the ledge so comfortably, wings half-arched – ready to catch him when he flung himself off of it. He was comfortable – ready – and... puzzled. Hm.
Catch her yourself if you want her, Checkoth replied to Behruth, a hint of playful challenge in his voice. He didn’t chase very often – many times, simply because he refused to compete with Behruth – but Chakraith was interesting to him. Interesting enough that he didn’t want Behruth to drop out just for him. There was definitely a thread of baiting in his words, too – no doubt spurred by R’wign from the kitchens; whatever His was doing, it doubtlessly was influencing him. Competitive wasn’t a word that applied to Checkoth but it exemplified R’wign. Silly Ruthmine. How often do blues Rise? Not very. That was all that he said on the matter; his thought process was simple: If Behruth wanted her, he should be in the air. He didn’t mind the idea of competing with him, he really didn’t... not for Chakraith, anyway. She was the only female on Pern worth it to him.
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Post by Rei on Jun 29, 2010 20:05:49 GMT -5
Mavenath tilted his head upwards to the sky at the gentle pull on his mind. Rumbling in pleased tones his tail flicked across his ledge. Sistermine rises Crymine. Chakraith's turn it seems. The bronze bared his teeth at his rider. You will not hold me back this time. The words where sharp and held a note of challenge. The bronze had been most displeased that his bonded had stopped him from chasing Feyrianth. Eveyth could not be helped, his had been injured at that time. Although he understood why his had kept him from chasing his four winged sister he was still a bit bitter about it.
The bronze liked his sisters you see. Favored them all because in ways they where all special. The large bronze had a interest in the mutated dragons of the weyr in general and as such certain siblings would always be favored. Rising to his feet in a single slow smooth motion, meant to show off his rippling muscle, Mavenath perched at the end of his ledge. I suggest you keep a handle on yourself this time. I do not want to come back to you stabbed again. The words where spoken to his bonded even as the dragon's purple tinged eyes sought out Chakraith.
Cr’oph leaned against the stone wall watching his bronze and snorted dryly. "Sure Mave whatever. Just get it over with. I doubt you’ll catch anyway." Oh ye of little faith. Responded the large male before leaping from the ledge and beating his wings in a stead rhythm up towards the blue female in the sky. The other chasers where spared but one glace. He noted their positions only and then returned his full attention to Chakraith. Gently he brushed her mind to let her know he was there and eager for her to fly. Larger she was than his smaller green siblings. He might have a shot with this one. Let their be no mistake in the bronze’s intentions either.
Affection for her he had but a chase was a chase. If he could force a catch on her he would. His little sister would have to keep on her toes. Especially if she sought to make the choice hers. Rumbling lowly in his chest Mavenath flew upwards to level out above Chakraith and circle. He wouldn’t start until she made it clear the race was on. After that however it was up to her to avoid.
Cr’oph pushed himself off the wall as Mavenath left to wing towards the glowing blue in the sky. Mental preparations had been made after Jiggles' last run and this was the first time the bronzerider would be trying them out. The lust from Mavenath rolled over him but unlike most he absolutely refused to let it claim him, instead forming a barrier of sorts between the dragon and himself. Quite aware of his surroundings the weyrling turned on a heel and headed for the flight rooms. If only Chakraith’s rider wasn’t male, and far to young a male at that. Ick. Couldn’t Mave find better females to chase? Ones with riders that where female and didn’t make him feel like a sleaze when he looked at them? Alas to much to hope for obviously. Stupid bronze.
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Post by Rowana on Jun 29, 2010 20:11:32 GMT -5
G'tor yawned and flopped onto his bed. Ever sense the new wing arrangements, his days had been full of drills and training. Still, it was going well so far. Only time would tell if it would really make a difference. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to find out. A twitch in his mind made G'tor groan. "Not now, Rusk," he begged. Chakraith is rising, Ruskeath sang happily. G'tor sat up, frowning. "The blue?" The beautiful sky lady, Ruskeath corrected.
Without giving his rider more time to argue, Ruskeath leaped from his ledge. Circling the skies, he waited patiently. Chakraith was such a polite female, truly she would be a delight to chase. Other males were already coming and Ruskeath rumbled a greeting to each of them. Many should come for this would be a glorious flight, he was certain.
G'tor jogged down to the flightrooms, trying ti maintain some part of his own thoughts. He'd never met Chakraith's rider, but he knew he was a young boy. Too young, in G'tor's opinion. He couldn't stop himself, he knew, but he wanted to avoid too much drama if possible. Reaching the room, G'tor beamed at Dy'shi. No need to be shy, everyone would be so happy to see him. G'tor waiting for Dy'shi to decide who he favored. No need to rush, they had plenty of time.
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Post by Ember on Jun 29, 2010 22:44:15 GMT -5
Despite the calm confidence the female blue exuded, she was still internally surprised by the arrival of her Chasers. The first one she realized intended to fly with her wasy one more than she'd truthfully expected. She knew she was a nice enough dragon but not everyone else believe in what she did - that beauty was internal and not external. The blue welcomed each of her males as they arrived with light welcoming brushes. They were all so great. The Flight had just begun but she knew it would be hard to choose one of them in the end. She surveyed them each closely.
Azrath she recognized as her former teacher. She'd found him quite pleasant. Unfortunately some incident or other had had the blue switched for her current teacher. He was so good to come join her, and she liked that he was willing to let her put him through his paces. He also turned out to be the only blue present. Then there was a brown that wasn't well known to her. She'd seen him around but knew little of what he was like. Checkoth was his name, she was pretty sure. He was unusual as well. Much like her clutchsister, he had an extra limb. Two-tailed dragons were as rare as female blues.
The next to arrive gratified her and if there was a little more warmth in her thoughts for him that was only understandable. He was her clutchbrother, after all, and had yet to chase her other sisters. She wasn't sure what the reason was, but to be the bronze's first choice was something of an honour. At that point she had gathered at least one of each male colour. The fourth to arrive was a second brown she also barely knew. Ruskeath. Hmm, they were all handsome males, though they had to prove themselves to her first.
Unlike most greens, Chakraith started her flight slowly, going at a speed more common to larger blues than the speed she could reach. She was in no way accomodating her Chasers, though. It was a deliberate attempt to throw them off. Despite being a medium sized blue, Chakraith was capable of matching any of her green sisters in speed. She was slender and quick. She looked forward to seeing who would underestimate her speed. She very rarely flew at full speed. In fact, it had only been once or twice that she'd done so and that had only been to show Hers.
The blue's Flight style was already showing a a tendency to a series of tests for her males. The first was a bit of an ongoing test but the second was quite clearly an obstacle course. She'd pointed her nose in the direction of the jungle and hadn't faltered once. She wanted to see how the males would handle the trees. Most of them were large males. Azrath would likely handle it the best. The blue swooped over the tops of the trees, claws catching on the branches and throwing up leaves behind her. How low would they dare to go?
Dy'shi didn't quite fidget in the empty flightroom as he waited for his companions. He knew they were coming. He knew because their dragon counterparts were already getting ready to go after Chakraith. So why were none of them there yet? The blueweryling's face broke into a grin when G'tor entered. Oh there was one! The teen approached G'tor, circling around him in order to get a good look at him. Well alright, but there was more to it than that. What should he have the brown do? Ah! He knew. However, the young rider needed his other males to arrive too.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jun 30, 2010 15:18:50 GMT -5
Azrath was slightly startled by the speed Chakraith flew at, he’d been expecting her to go a lot faster, he was perfectly capable of it so she should have been too. In fact in the first few seconds Azrath actually overshot Chakraith by a few feet so prepared was he for a fast and furious chase. With a rather comical startled sound the blue dropped back a little, falling in behind Chakraith at a more relaxed speed. What was her game?
Azrath, eager to impress even this early in the chase, dropped a few feet in altitude immediately as Chakraith flew close in to the treetops. He was confident that this, at least, was one challenge he could meet and overcome far better than his larger competitors, and it might make up for overtaking her back there if he was impressive now. Lifting his forelegs close in to his body the dark dragon drifted among and around the treetops with barely a movement of his wings, of course some of that was not only a sense of style but also related to Azrath getting so close to the branches at times that he didn’t dare make a large wing movement for fear of being caught.
Darya stalked through the corridors in a half fuming half lustful state that she’d find amusing if it was anyone else’s mood. However she wouldn’t absent herself, even if Azrath would have allowed her to. She could no more leave her former, and young student in a room full of exclusively male riders than she could call her dragon back. Of course, logically it was no worse than the first Flight for a young male greenrider, but Darya had very few connections to any of them, and she was hardly swayed by logic. So she threw her full support in behind her dragon, for all the wrong reasons and wandered into the flightroom, rather than bounding the way Azrath wanted her to.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 30, 2010 18:03:23 GMT -5
Checkbrother? A question that wasn't really...a question. It needed no answer. The male's head dipped, turning toward Chakraith, eyes slitting. A quiet joy was overtaking him. Behruth had taken to not Chasing females Checkoth showed interest in...solely because he knew Checkoth wouldn't Chase if he did. It made him feel a little bad, actually, that he was keeping his brother from Flights, even if that wasn't his intention and it was Checkoth's choice. Behruth had never asked him not to chase, had never cared that he was competing with his brother. He didn't really see it as a competition anyway. They went up to celebrate the female, and she chose who she wanted. Simple as that. Though Chakraith...what would it be like, to dance that final dance with a dragon roughly his own size? A curiosity. And her temprament was attractive to him, in a way that the playful, young greens' weren't. He adored the young ones with their games and exuberances, but a dragon to cuddle with should be calmer. Unflappable. Yes.
As she began to move, he dropped from the ledge after her, trailing his tail down the length of his clutchbrother's neck. Hurry then, BrotherMine. Before you get left behind. Behruth flew above, brushing Chakraith's mind gently with joyous greeting. He, too, would Chase the beautiful blue, unique among dragons. The only other male who even registered beyond an obstacle to avoid collisions with was Checkoth, but his clutchbrother was more of a phantom presence already. If Chakraith was to receive both Tidal brothers - a most rare occurrence - then she should receive them at their best.
M'ta blinked. Not because Behruth's choice surprised him, no...he'd felt the consideration of Checkoth's words immediately. But because he was still...him. Effected, yes, he could feel the pull to turn around, to find Chakraith's rider, yes, but his mind was still very much here. Eyes narrowed slightly at the happiness swelling over their bond. Behruth was, for once, entirely distracted. He leaned up against a tree, fingers digging into the bark. Using the pain of the tender digits to keep him grounded. And thus he broke the rule they'd made turns ago. The promise. It was an impulse, delving deep beneath the Flightlust and undeniable happiness of his dragon, looking for what it was that upset him, delicately, delicately. At any other time Behruth would have known. Might have blocked him out.
It took even more effort not to react to what he found. And, as lightly as brushing away a speck of dirt, he loosened the memory, feeling it fall aside and vanish without Behruth's conscious intent to hold onto it. Satisfied, he withdrew from his dragon's mind as carefully as he'd entered it, only then allowing the emotions to touch him briefly. Granted their due and allowed to pass. He'd never intended to hurt Behruth so much, but the memory was gone now, and no point in dwelling. Leaning bonelessly against the tree, for the first time since they'd bonded, it was not Behruth who overwhelmed M'ta, but M'ta who willingly merged himself with his dragon, the man fading into the brown he adored.
Undisturbed and unknowing, Behruth spun easily above the trees, dipping low enough while spinning for his wingtips to kick up leaves off to one side and just behind the unique blue who had captured the Tidal brothers' fancy. The small brown found a space just big enough for him if he was careful, diving down into the trees themselves and using the momentum he'd already built, tucking his wings close to maneuver through the trunks for a few dozen feet before he burst back into the light of the suns as they washed the small forest glade, flapping hard to shoot himself upward with a playful twist to continue the rest of his pursuit just above the treetops.
A light scampering of feet on the steps preceeded the brownrider's arrival, slowing to a walk, a small bounce in his step. Entering just after Darya, he coiled around her playfully, bow still held in one hand. Forgotten but not left. The bleeding had slowed to nothing but a seep on the fingers of the one hand. He smiled at Chakraith.
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Post by Rei on Jun 30, 2010 19:33:29 GMT -5
Mavenath watched Chakraith with interest as she began what he hoped to be an interesting flight. This was the first time the bronze had participated in anything of the like and like always he examined first before reacting. As his sister started her slow flight forwards the bronze dutifully followed. Part of him was surprised at her slowness but really the male ceased to let that bother him for the moment. His brain was far to busy trying to figure out a way to get her to rise. Up she needed to be up. He could hardly claim her when she was so low. The other chasers where but shadows in his vision obstacles to avoid and no more. It was Chakraith that held his attention and had his mind working. As she swooped over the tops of the trees perilously close to them Mavenath stayed above. The bronze was not stupid. Large as he was getting sloe to such things was asking for suicide. He could not pull off the spectacular displays the smaller males could and attempting to do so would just be foolish. However it did not sit well with him to just be idle in this easy flight. It took but a minute for the large male to decide on a course of action.
Crooning to draw attention to himself Mavenath put power and speed into his wing strokes. Just enough speed to push him ahead of the flight. Two dragon length’s ahead to be precise. As he passed over above Chakraith he dropped to get as close to the tree tops as possible without endangering himself. This still put some lengths between them but it worked enough for his purposes. To avoid she only had to dip down or shoot above. The bronze was hoping she picked the latter. Mavenath powered forward ahead of the flight for a couple of beats before performing his own neat little genetic trick. You see unlike his siblings with their visible mutations, Two tails, four wings, elongated fangs, wrong gender color, Mavenath’s particular ‘deformity’ if you will lay in the makeup of his wings. Unlike most dragons his size he had a way to turn quickly and in mid-flight. It was a trump card of his if you will. A surprise ace in the hole that not to many where aware of. Although Cr’oph planed to use it to surprise their enemies, if they ever where unfortunate enough to be involved in a aerial fight, Mavenath had another use for it here.
Quickly and in mid wing beat the bronze simply folded his wings and swung his tail about to turn himself completely around and place himself, more or less, directly in the path of Chakraith. Think fast sistermine. He said playfully as he reopened his wings swiftly and gave a few quick flaps towards her. Hopefully the move would be enough to surprise her into reacting. A dragon of his size should not be able to turn so fast. It was nowhere near the turn a green, blue, or even small brown could make but for his size it should be impossible. It would have been too if not for his mother and her genetic gift. Let the others mock what those like him and his siblings where capable of. They where the ones who where obviously lacking in the end.
Cr’oph finally entered the flight rooms well behind everyone else. Giving a quick nod to Dy’shi out of a desire to be polite the red head shifted to lean against the wall. The less he had to be involved the better. The bronzerider for the moment was very much himself and if he had any say it would stay that way. Thus the only attraction he felt to Dy’shi was minimal at best and completely Mavenath’s towards Chakraith’s. It wasn’t as easy as he thought, keeping the dragon from overriding his thoughts, but currently he wasn’t doing too bad of a job.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 1, 2010 3:27:46 GMT -5
I could say the same to you. That was Checkoth’s only response to Behruth, for the second that Chakraith moved into the air, so too did he. Checkoth flat out refused to fly before her. The sky was Chakraith’s spotlight, not his, and he would not even try to take it away from her. The two-tailed brown launched himself from his ledge and into the air, his wings spreading to catch him as he glided easily behind her – saving his own strength, as it were. He wasn’t large for a brown (particularly in comparison to the bronze, who he noted with an absent sort of acknowledgment) but he was a brown and he remembered that. Best to save his burst of speeds for when her energy started winding down. Was it arrogance? Not in the least. His goal was more to show what he was good at – and that was being the best of both worlds: fast while having enough endurance to outlast any blue. He didn’t want to pull out all the stops so early. There’d be time, he was sure. Time enough to show her that he was worthy.
For that reason, rather than dive into the trees, Checkoth turned and took to a spin above them – high enough to avoid any kind of fallout from the other dragons darting around their tops. He remembered Amith’s flight. She’d gone straight through the trees and he didn’t go after her, either. Chakraith was just as fascinating – more so in many ways – but he wasn’t built for those quick twists and he knew better. Safety first. His had taught him that. He turned on his wings, flying forward in quick loops – his trade mark in flights. He liked to put on something of a show for others to enjoy. He was disconnected enough from His to not be distracted, either. Chakraith had his full attention, gliding as gracefully as she was. He took his time as well, making gentle loops that were enough to be elegant without being terribly overblown. The leaves dusting into the air gave him the idea to dance among them though and Checkoth flew low enough – just low enough – to do that without risking himself.
Conservative? Perhaps. He knew better than to fall for obvious traps. His wings carried him after her easily, still looping, though he did acknowledge Mavenath’s quick burst with a quiet appreciation of his own; not the scorn of a jealous chaser but one who was honestly impressed by a good trick. Checkoth didn’t get jealous or angry easily. If Chakraith noticed him, it would be because of his own merits, and he had plenty of them. He was a very confident dragon. But then... he didn’t have any reason not to be.
[[ ... no R’wign because R’wign is contentedly cooking. Like a lametard.]]
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Post by Ember on Jul 1, 2010 4:37:39 GMT -5
Chakraith was amused by her former teacher's haste. He was quite quick and she was proud of her little trick. He'd be one to watch for when she did let loose her speed though. Azrath didn't disappoint her at the trees either. Good. She was glad she hadn't over-estimated him. The blue was holding back on judgement for a while, but she'd have to make the call eventually. Every little thing the males did would add up to her either choosing them or not. She'd try her best to watch all their stunts. Inevitabley there'd be a few she'd miss, but Chakraith was flying at a slower speed and still quite low, so there were less distractions.
Behruth was performing well with the trees as well. In fact, he was doing better than Azrath. She hadn't known exactly what to expect with him but she was impressed. Hopefully he could keep up such displays throughout the Flight. Another of the browns, Checkoth, was less bold than herself or the others and stayed above the trees. It was smart. He wasn't wasting the opportunity to impress her either. His loops were well done. She might well have kept watching them (perhaps out of a desire to see how long he could keep them up) but her attention was stolen by a croon.
Ah. Another one who had kept above the trees. Chakraith had not forgotten her bronze brother. She watched him pass over her with curiosity. Just what was Mavenath up to? That may have been her first Flight, but she knew that it was the females to be Chased and the males to do the Chasing. Though Mavenath's goal had been to get her to go up, he'd accomplished something else. He held her attention quite well as he got ready to showcase his own unique talent. When he accomplished the turn, the female blue was quite impressed. It seemed there were many special dragons in her Flight (with her being the most special, of course).
Surprise was not something Chakraith normally felt, and even when it did pop up, it was muted underneath her unbreakable calm. However, Mavenath would get a reaction all the same. It required precise timing but Chakraith was confident in her abilities. She continued flying at Mavenath unwaveringly, brushing his mind gently in a silent almost-command for him not to move. That would be bad. She put on as much speed as possible within the limited amount of space he'd given her. Almost...and there! She passed over him when his wings beat downward and closed her own wings to avoid hitting him. She wished she could use him as a springboard but that risked him too much. She settled for tagging him lightly on the back (careful of her claws) as she flew over him.
He would serve as an excellent obstacle for the other males to avoid. Chakraith shot a parting remark of sorts back to the bronze. Don't think too fast, clutchbrother. It was both a subtle tease and a light warning. She was the leader of the Chase and she would have her say on this single day. He was welcome to try it again, of course, but the blue was capable of looking after herself. The blue picked up speed suddenly and abandoned the trees. Let's see how well they could keep up! She shot upwards at a steep angle, aiming for the sky as all females must do.
As most of his males arrived at last, Dy'shi's face brightened with an almost feral smile. He had a game for them, oh yes he did. Were they ready? He was quite clearly the inspiration for Chakraith's tag because the boy neatly walked up to all his males and tagged them before practically prancing back towards the bed. He was considerably more playful than Chakraith was and so his invitation for them all to begin the game was to stick his tongue out. His expression clearly said 'come get me, if you dare!'
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Post by Rei on Jul 1, 2010 20:14:35 GMT -5
Mavenath felt Chakraith’s mind brush and it caused his purple tinged eyes to swirl rapidly in amused shades. Proud the brown was that his trick had gone off so well. It was a shame his blue sister was not higher. He could have used her closeness to execute a catch. Doing such now would be pointless but at least he had sufficiently held her attention. That was really what mattered in the end. Obediently he bronze stayed as still as he could, rumbling with amusement as she shot over his back and lightly tapped him. Hmm where they playing tag now? Mavenath had never been one to like the games some of his sibling participated in. But a chase was sort of like tag. Only with a much, much better ending.
For the moment the large male was content to play barrier in the sky for her. But not for too long. As Chakraith spoke in fact he was pulling his trick again, pivoting his body to whip around and follow in her wake. True the move had cost him a bit of distance. Still in the end it wouldn’t matter. Speed he may not possess but there where ways to make that up. When the blue got tired she would falter and that was when his endurance would allow him to catch up. Do not worry Chakraith my dear sister. He responded with affection his wings beating in a steady unhurried rhythm. Thinking has always been one of my strong points. With a final amused hum he ignored her warning, disregarding it almost completely. Her choice or not? That depended on how she preformed. Mavenath was not one to stand idly by. If he could claim her he would. Simple logic that.
The bronze shifted his attention upwards as Chakraith sped that way. Ah finally height. That was what he wanted. As the blue female shot for the sky so did Mavenath, his large wings working swiftly as he sought an updraft to help him along. Using the wind to his advantage he bronze angled his massive body for the blue sky above, violet eyes focused on the prize. This was where the flight would get really interesting. If his sister sought to keep him away she would have to keep up that speed of hers.
Cr’oph raised an eyebrow at Dy’shi’s tag but made no move to vacate from his current position. Instead he tapped the stone floor with his boot heel and eyes the other chasers with something like cold amusement. If not participating in the human half of the flight hurt the bronze’s chances that was to sharding bad. The bronzerider had no desire at /all/ to sleep with a male. Especially not Dy’shi. The kid was to young for all this in the red head’s not so humble opinion. Wasn’t this just his luck? Hopefully the other flight morons could keep the kid suitably entertained until Mavenath lost.
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Post by Requiem on Jul 1, 2010 22:47:28 GMT -5
What a pretty bronze youngling. Cute, pitting himself against the blue moonbeam, but she outshone him in every way. Just as she did the rest of them. Behruth stalled, backwinging and pulling up, his tail dangling low below the line of the trees. Easy, to navigate around the bronze, but he had a different intent in mind. The brown twisted, tail lashing in a spray of leaves and twigs up toward the bronze's face. Accident or intent...it wasn't terribly clear as he arched back and coiled upright, neatly looping horizontally through Checkoth's latest vertical loop and pouring on the speed. Going straight up with a Mavenath in the way wasn't much to his benefit, after all.
Instead he sped over the trees, hitting the area above the stone that absorbed the most warm air. Serpentine coils, dancing from thermal to thermal with a flap of his wings in between. Almost like stair steps, he climbed high, high, higher. Not for Behruth, the mindless following of females. He came into any Flight dancing, and for Chakraith he intended to have no regrets. Except, perhaps, the missing out on the last of her first dance. It would not ever occur to him to make that choice for her...No, he'd never want it that way. What good was twining with a female unless she picked you to do so? Only when he was matching elevations with Chakraith did he abandon the thermal steps, exchanging the hot air buoys for the strength of his own wings and angling upward on a path to meet her in the air.
M'ta blinked, rubbing lightly at the spot on his shoulder Dy'shi had tapped with a flicker of questioning behind his eyes. Until he noted the expression. A small grin tugged at his lips, the man crouching slightly into his knees before springing after the young teenager. His strides held a playful bounce to them, and if he didn't fully commit to the lunge for the blueweyrling, it could probably be attributed to Ruth's desire to let Chakraith choose...couldn't really catch the boy. His fingers wiggled in silent warning of what Dy'shi had to look forward to if M'ta managed to get ahold of him. Better hope he wasn't ticklish! The brownrider stalked the boy exaggerratedly.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 2, 2010 4:09:11 GMT -5
Azrath barely paid attention his rivals, except to avoid crossing flightpaths too closely with any of them, they, after all were not what he’d come for. The only male he noted was Mavenath, and even then because he young bronze’s behaviour was rather strange, did the young one think he could predict where his sister would go? But no the big male turned suddenly, more suddenly than he should have been able to, to block his clutchmate’s path. Not that it seemed to matter to Chakraith, who passed by closely enough to touch the bronze.
However Mavenath was an obstacle that Azrath, too, had to overcome, and with style, It might have been easier to go around him but Azrath could hardly pass up such a chance to show off. Like Chakraith the older blue put on as much speed as he could in the available space, if this didn’t work he faced a head on collision with a large bronze, but Azrath folded his wings, and dropped below the bronze, and below the upper layer of branches in a spray of leaves and twigs. Unfortunately there was no convenient place to burst forth from the jungle canopy nearby but the blue couldn’t let that stop him, rather he half glided, half flew on partially furled wings in the general direction of Chakraith’s lovely sapphire glow until, at last, he spotted an opening big enough to emerge from. With a mighty kick to the trunk of a sturdy tree to push him up ward Azrath emerged triumphant.
The only problem was that while he’d been in the trees Chakraith had been rising, and heading for the open sky as all females did eventually, and now Azrath was far behind. Determined the blue moved into a strong rising thermal and spiralled around it a couple of times for effortless, or as near to effortless as it really got, lift. Once he’d gained some altitude the dark blue immediately put on the best speed he could sustain in a steep acsent to try and catch up to Chakraith. He’d arrived first and he was going to stay until the conclusion of this chase, whatever it might be.
At Dy’shi’s playfully tag Darya smiled wickedly and stalked forward, a motion relaxed enough to be called playful rather than predatory. The boy’s expression brought a low chuckle forth, sweet little blue, such a challenging one too. Rather than get too close, Azrath instilled a great sense of how close to a female was proper without her initiating it on his rider, Darya paced in broad arcs around the bed, arcs that would have been circles if there wasn’t any wall to vex her.
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