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Post by Rowana on Jul 9, 2010 18:57:47 GMT -5
Chaoth was aware of a few other chasers joining them, including Behruth. He was pleased to see his adopted, older brother. Behruth was smaller and more agile, so he would be a fun rival. The other late coming was Kierjaarth, a strong, experienced bronze. He would also be a challenge to best, but he seemed more interested in bothering Weith at the moment. All thoughts of the others vanished as Jingth began to move. Chaoth's eyes flooded with rich violet. Now it was time to chase!
Dives were dangerous for one so large, so Chaoth chose a more gradual decent. He followed Jingth's path closely until he had lowered himself nearly to the ground. Wingtips brushed trees and branches as he passed, but not enough to slow him down. A few beats brought his body upward a bit for the turn, slicing the river's water as he curved. No need for fancy tricks from this brown. Chaoth believed that endurance and skill were the way to win. Showing off would only slow him down and waste energy.
Catching the wind in his wings, Chaoth rose after Jingth. Now they were getting higher and the risk of crashing into the ground had past. The risk of crashing into each other was still great, however. With so many chasers, it would be just as difficult avoiding them as avoiding trees and rocks. Chaoth beat his wings steadily, choosing a place just behind and below his golden queen. They chase had only just begone. He had no need to grow impatient. Jingth was sure to put them through hard challenges before she saw any of them as worthy.
Merridan smiled easily at Meira. Chaoth was a pleasant fellow and content to take his time. So Mer only moved a little further forward, waiting to see what Meira wanted. The room was getting crowded and the queen seemed nervous. Mer and Chaoth had both decided not to push too close or risk an early dismissal. Though Mer wasn't always good at taking things slow, Chaoth was patient and didn't mind offering his affections in silence.
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Post by Avu on Jul 9, 2010 19:39:47 GMT -5
They followed well. Jingth leveled out her upwards ascent, hit a wind that carried her even more rapidly in the direction of the ocean. She allowed herself time to glide, to glance back and examine those that pursued her. A touch on her mind drew her gaze to Kierjaarth, and her jaws parted in a brief gaping draconic smirk: Undeniably pleased. Her eyes narrowed, the purple briefly tinged with blue-green, before a different touch, even more familiar, and the sight of one of her browns earned a high croon from the gold. ’ruth. Just the one word, a pleased greeting, before she returned her attention to the open skies ahead of her.
The wind had carried her well, even as its usefulness faded now. The sea was close, the sandy beach snaking ahead. She twisted mid-flight, bypassing the beaches entirely in favor of heading towards the cliffs that plunged directly into the ocean. A quick glance thrown over her shoulder, a touch to the minds of those she favored above the others: Dsoleth and Behruth. Take care, loves. Kierjaarth might have been privy to the comment as well – but he was far more experienced. She expected him to be able to take care of himself and adequately amuse himself with Weith at the same time.
Her wings snapped shut, and she dove, skimming close to the cliffs. Racing her shadow along them, she twisted into a quick barrel roll at the bottom, her wingtips not quite grazing the water below. It wasn’t a particularly calm day, but neither were the waves particularly turbulent. Fortunate, given how low Jingth flew, racing parallel along the beach in a gradually upwards path. She didn’t follow it long, though – in a sudden, almost jealous movement, she twisted into a near-vertical rise, right at the sun that dared try to outshine her. See how many lovely males she had? (Plus a Weith, but Kierjaarth was on that, she trusted.)
The sky was cloudless. It didn’t matter to Jingth; she continued upwards with every intention of going until she couldn’t draw breath, of out-rising the sun.
They were all…waiting.
She could feel their presence, blurring with their dragons and the open sky and the sea, and the feeling of hers. A quick glance over her shoulder as Mi’rah entered, and she smiled, nervously, but still a smile, even if the quirk of her lips was mostly involuntary, mostly Jingth. And…“’ruth,” she murmured, barely even registering the feeling of speaking. It getting easier by the minute, feeling Jingth take over, and she trusted Jingth…she stood, closer to flying than sitting, and hesitated, gaze sweeping across all of them again. Jingth, she trusted. Them…?
“You don’t have to,” she said, hesitated, “stay so far back…” It came out sounding more her than Meira had anticipated, more of the half-certain invitation. The flicker of disapproval when she glanced at R’men, though, was all Jingth. “You also don’t need a blanket.”
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Post by Rei on Jul 9, 2010 20:51:54 GMT -5
Kaaoloth swept upwards after Jingth, his breath making little fog clouds with each exhale. As the large female leveled out the brown pushed himself slightly higher. It would give him a bit more room to work and a better vantage point on the object of his affections. Up this high the air was much colder but the male barely noticed the change in temperate so intent was he on the objective.
Leveling out at a decent height he rumbled and allowed himself a slow barrel roll. The movement was quick and precise and extended just long enough before Kaaoloth leveled out again a pleased hum leaving his throat. Flights like this always made him strangely content. A quick glance to mark the queen’s position before Kaaoloth again surged forward, ending up above and just a length behind Jingth. Still there was no move to claim, just a desire to be close.
As the gold twisted mid flight Kaaoloth to twisted, angling himself after her and briefly wondering that she would pull before he noticed the cliffs ahead. Ah. Crooning in excitement the brown gained a bit of altitude and shot off after her following towards the rocky outcroppings. Sudden determination caused the large male to circle the cliffs once, watching the gold as she began her descent. Arching his neck and flinging himself forward the male snapped his wings shut and plummeted a few feet before half opening them. Using his tail and the tips of the appendages to direct he fell in a controlled corkscrew, as close to the rocky cliff face as he dared.
As he approached the collision danger zone Kaaoloth snapped his wings completely shut for more speed before, at the last minute, flaring them fully and twisting in a roll to the left and out over the crashing waves. Not quite close enough to touch the water, he leveled out. The maneuver may have cost him some distance but it adequately showed what he was capable of. Violet eyes hinged back on Jingth as his wings strove to make up for lost distance. Noting that she was going upwards in intervals Kaaoloth changed his efforts to pointing his nose also skyward, seeking to stay slightly above her. Suddenly however the gold changed her mind. As she twisted into a near vertical rise the brown circled once before powering up as well. The sun’s glare reflecting off her glowing hide was mildly uncomfortable and he had to half lid his eyes in response not willing to take them off the gold in case he missed a maneuver.
Up this high the air was thinner and every wing beat took more strength to stay aloft but Kaaoloth was comforted by the fact that he wouldn’t be the only one feeling such exertion. Jingth was impressive and well worth any and all efforts to possibly obtain.
Sel’n pushed off the wall and took a few steps towards Meira. The action was completely in response to her invitation. That was merely what he was waiting for. She still didn’t sound /completely/ sure, but that was okay. The goldrider was not to be denied. He flashed a soft smile at her before approaching closer finally stopping within a few steps of the woman. It was Meira’s right to approach and touch, not his and he would not touch until she invited such.
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Post by rii on Jul 9, 2010 21:27:44 GMT -5
Two suns in the sky – one more desirable than the other.
Trilaranth rumbled to himself while taking his course out over the water, making a wide turn to follow after Jingth. The terrain was mostly unfamiliar to him, and with patience he wanted to see what the older dragons were doing before acting. There was no denying his youth in comparison to the others, and it could be easily pointed out he had not even fully graduated – but did this stop him from paying his respects to Jingth? Certainly not.
His claws caught the edge of the cliffs, sending chunks of rock to fall with him toward the crashing waves. Trick were not really his forte, but perhaps a little fun. The fawn brown kicked away from the cliff, tucking his wings in closer to his body to brave a roll near the rocks. A wingtip caught against the cliff, tearing open to leave a trail of ichor. Not the most beautifully executed move, but done none the less.
Trilaranth was actually pleased with himself, and the mild sting of pain, leveling out over the waters to lash the waves with his tail before catching the breeze to push himself up after Jingth's rising sun. His large wings swallowed the air, propelling him faster to not be the last chaser.
R'ven didn't move, sparing Meira a kind smile and remaining behind the other chasers. They could play, he would be watching them.. and if any displeased her, oh he was more than content to 'take care' of them.
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Post by Ember on Jul 9, 2010 22:30:32 GMT -5
The jealousy Dsoleth felt was almost entirely T'san's. He didn't have the time to be jealous while in flight. Still, it carried over to him and he noticed the dragon counterparts His was jealous of. So Jingth was pleased with his Wingleader and Behruth. Hmm. The brown's response to jealousy was considerably different from T'san's. Jealousy only made him wanted to try harder, to become better than the ones he was jealous of. He slipped out of one air current and into another that would benefit him more and beat his wings a little stronger. It wasn't over yet.
The flock approached the beach though Jingth lead them away from the sandy beaches so they could face the cliffs instead. Interesting. As they approached the drop (though Dsoleth didn't know they would be going down to race with the waves) the brown's jealousy was completely blown away by Jingth's mental touch and message. It didn't matter if it was a wide broadcast or not. That she offered him such words was all that was important to him. It also gave him a hint of what she might do and he dropped a little height in the short time in anticipation. He was still higher than he'd have preferred by the time she dove but he'd fix that soon enough.
Dsoleth dove, spinning away from the other chasers to give himself ample room. He broke out of the spin so his back was to the clifface. He deliberately left the vertical path earlier, twisting away from the rock wall so that he seemed to glide upside down for a couple moments before righting himself and focusing on making up for and lost time. The others could go as low as they liked, proving how daring they were or weren't. The large, striped brown wouldn't do it. If Jingth wanted to, all she had to do was say the word and he would. The brown had a desire to show her that he could listen to commands yet also had a mind of his own. The gold already knew he could listen to her well enough.
The fact that he didn't bother to go as low as the others turned into an advantage as Jingth angeled upwards. He wasn't as cheesy to think that she outshone Rukbat but she certainly was more tempting. She ought to have outshone the sun. He followed her path above her until she reached his level and he began to rise with her too. Suddenly she was rising almost completely vertical and Dsoleth was forced to spiral upwards a few times before he could properly switch to a similar climb. Jingth was certainly the males' sun, pulling them along in her gravity. He crooned, squinting his eyes against the combination of Jingth's own glow and the reflection of the sun. He was quite willing to go as high as Jingth wanted.
T'san's face screwed up for a moment before the expression faded. That was a smile...yes, most definitely a smile. He glanced at the recipient and was surprised to see his Wingleader. So she favoured that bronze? Also, it seemed she favoured that other brown. T'san recognized the man as M'ta, though his own name and that of his dragon was blurred enough he recognized the murmuring being for him. He didn't do anything about it though. Even not under flightlust the man never did anything about jealousy. Rarely felt it in the first place.
The invitation and Dsoleth's sudden rush of pleasure made the man take a few steps towards Meira. It wasn't the most confident of invitations but invitation it was. The brown kept a respectful distance from the gold, waiting for something...anything.
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Post by Sheari on Jul 10, 2010 9:17:55 GMT -5
Kierjaarth was welcome to chase, as were the others, the only one present with the authority to dismiss him was Jingth, and Weith knew she wouldn't. However, the words to the younger bronze's mind were ignored. Baby bronze? Was this one daft? He and Jingth were hatched from the same clutch, and were thus the same age. If he was a baby bronze, then she was a baby gold, and Kierjaarth had lost that battle of wits. Not a sound escaped the one with the gold tree on his butt, not even the faintest touch to the mind was offered toward the older bronze. He was just another rival, and was regarded as such, someone he had to outshine for the sun he followed.
The scent of brine from the ocean entered Weith's nostrils and was very welcome. It was a smell he only often experienced on the wind, diluted by the breeze and the scents of the weyr. Being back with the rest of the flock, Weith was ready for the turn towards the cliffs. His higher altitude meant a farer drop if she dove, and dive she did. Snapping his wings shut in a similar manner, the dragon plummeted towards the stones. A small pang of fear as they neared tried to worm its way into the stomach of the winged beast, but he fought it off. Relaxing the muscles in his chest, Weith's wings began to open again as he rolled, a particularly high wave's mist catching his face. Against his will he closed his eyes briefly to keep the water from them.
Along the beach he chased, a tilted, upward glide, a beat of the wings only when it truly mattered. Yes, with more effort he could be more showy, but now was not the time to waste such precious energy. The sudden twist vertically up caught Weith off his guard, he beat his wings fiercely then, to gain altitude and speed, and to keep his position in the pack (as well as to put some space between him and the only other bronze in pursuit). Once rising, nose skyward, Weith did a few twists, once snapping his wings shut for a more complicated one, then working to gain back the distance he lost. The blood within him from that one and a half herdbeasts he'd drank from powered him, but he was unaware of just how long that extra energy would last before he was to rely heavier on his personal reserves. He had plenty of time though, and plenty of stamina to spare before any of that became a real concern.
A step closer to Meira, and farther from the wall, R'men moved. He ignored the entrance of Mi'rah, it simply didn't matter. The disapproval was shrugged off (followed by a bit of the blanket as well). True, he probably didn't need it, but the flicker of "R'men" was all that was allowed in his crowded mind. His shoulders relaxed and the blanket slipped off of one shoulder, still hitched on the other. The man's hands were still clasped tightly at the corners, he was not ready yet to let go of his "wings", as he half-forgot they were there.
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Post by Lotty on Jul 10, 2010 10:25:54 GMT -5
He felt Behruth slither around his form and for am moment he considered a growl, but resisted and went with something a little better natured, a sort of tickled snort that painted the bronze as being much more humored by the playful brown than annoyed. Eyes on the matter at hand was required after all, and the whole thing was just a pity, pity, pity. The bronze could have sulked he was so sad that the other did not respond to him. How rude could one be? No wonder Jingth did not care for this one, hardly a bronze he was in Kierjaarth's mind.
Not that this was going to change anything. The bronze was on this very important mission for the very important lady and he couldn't drop out now, he was going to see it out to the finish, sniping with another quick comment, Have we learned to fly before learning to talk? How interesting... And then he let up. Give him a moment to believe he was in the clear, it made re-entries that much more grand, besides, Jingth was moving and he couldn't very well be stuck on the opposite side of Pern when she finally did choose. When the gold did drop along the cliffs, he chose not such a freefall as many of the others, and sort of made his way down at a leisurely drift. A feather Kierjaarth was, taking his time and falling apart here so that he could get ahead further down the beach.
The bronze was curiously built, bronze sized surely, but still probably on the smaller side especially for his Benden ancestry. It is the stereotypical bulk that he lacked, the creature was without a doubt more lithe and sinuous than most of his kind and this paired with his rider's obsessive speed drills the wing was put through did a lot for his speed and agility. In short, it was not a problem for the ruddy dragon to catch up with the rest of the pack, and especially not a straggler like Weith who almost missed Jingth's twist back upward. Kierjaarth didn't miss opportunities, ever, and charged right into the pack of males, very purposefully rubbing up along Weith in the process and even trying to catch a rear leg on the bronze to use him as a push pad. Flapping a few beat for some more distance the creature mumbled in that pretentious purr of his, Oh so sorry my dear friend, how ever could I be so rude....[/i]
Very curious how differently the human counterpart reacted in such situations, for he'd rather touch nobody at the moment. Nor even be touched, for flights had a way of making him hyper-sensitive to every single sensation. Even the rub of his clothes left him with something of an irritated burn, and seat was the only thing to keep him cool as he felt like he was being cooked in the passion pit. M'ta's brief contact was even too long, and his eyes slid over to watch the source duck under and around his arms. While everyone shift forward, he would be just fine receding to the back with whatever control he had left over. Kierjaarth's flight, not his.
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Post by Rowana on Jul 10, 2010 10:40:41 GMT -5
The tang of salt poured into Chaoth's nostrils. The sea was drawing near and with it the icy bite of ocean wind. They were still high above the surface, but Chaoth had a feeling that could change at any moment. Jingth didn't seem the type for straight flights. Without warning, she dropped and Chaoth tensed. Now the test truly began! Closing his wings, the brown let gravity take hold. Rocks and dragons rose up from either side. Some of them were doing little tricks of their own. It was admirable and impressive at this speed, but it wasn't Chaoth's style. Some might call him lazy, but he just didn't see the point in taking risks.
Water dominated his vision as Chaoth's great wings snapped open. His path took him straight away from the cliffs, a silent shadow in Jingth's wake. The beach fell away below as Jingth's path rocketed into the sky. Chaoth's tail slapped the water as he shifted his angle upward. The sun was bright, but Jingth was brighter. No ball of light was going to outshine her. Chaoth's wing strokes became rapid as he raced into the sky. Going at such a sharp angle was hard, but not impossible. He was determined not to lose any ground. Tricks and spins would only slow him down.
Merridan grinned wolfishly. Well, if the lady insisted. Mer took a few steps forward. She stood easily, almost casually on her feet, even though within she was a tangle of emotion. She wanted to get even closer, closer than any of these other males. But that would have to wait. Meira hadn't chosen yet. The end was still a long ways off.
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Post by tarra on Jul 10, 2010 12:12:33 GMT -5
Late.
The word hung unspoken between them as they dropped from the sky, silent stones in air terse with anticipation. S'kor tensed his wrists on the straps as for a moment he considered asking his dragon to back down, to abandon what was already ongoing and perhaps concluding. He was in no shape to fly, had not blooded any kills, was coming fresh off a patrol for that matter. But the bronze hide beneath him shuddered disapproval at the very thought.
No.
The bronzerider let loose a sigh into the tearing wind and was ready as they touched down on the weyr ledge for just the briefest of seconds. He slipped his legs over, slid down the bent shoulder, and was running even as he touched the ground. Morreliath launched himself skyward in the next second, great wings catching the sun in shimmers of pale bronze as he sprang for the pack of dragons already heading towards the coast. His body, warmed from the patrol and rushing with lust-driven adrenaline, drove forward in a burst of speed as he veered inwards to follow the golden streak. The tips of his eyes whirled a pure purple, the core of them a deep mauve. Jingth twisted to follow the cliffs, and accordingly Morreliath altered his approach to cut the distance further by keeping a straight line towards her.
She disappeared from his sight as she dived beneath the level of the cliffs, but by watching Kierjaath (who had stayed further up than the rest of the plunging males) he knew her general position and stayed on it. That Jingth kept a parallel line along the coast helped him; and her sudden vertical rise helped him further yet as he pumped his wings to catch up. He was nearly level with them all now, and his angle of approach allowed him to stay clear of the pack and its jockeying. The strong-buit bronze had seen, just before the flock disappeared beneath the cliffs, how the only other bronzes of the group were behaving toward each other, and knew at once he could use it to his advantage. The browns he dismissed entirely as small riff-raff that would stand no chance in the end. Let Kierjaath and Wieth fight one another - it would be he who claimed the gold in the end.
He began to gain altitude even as he caught up, coming in from one side to avoid entangling with the rest of the males and taking advantage of the wind to push himself upwards. He had the advantage here - he had come over land from the Weyr directly, without ever going below the level of the cliffs. Even as Jingth continued her vertical climb he simply angled upwards to follow it, and the sight of what he Chased melted his heart and softened the by-now sharp brilliant purple of his eyes into liquid gentleness. There was one thing, and one thing only, that could humble the mighty, arrogant bronze. Only the golden queens (and perhaps S'kor, if he could remember it afterward) knew what it was, and even as he beheld the rising Queen in all her majesty, the touch of his own mind lost all its pride and glory. It was with the softest of whispers, the lightest of mind touches, that he spoke his words for Jingth's thoughts alone.
I will follow you wherever you go.
S'kor, running frantic down the corridors, caught the lightening of his dragon's mind despite the Flightlust and heard the whispered words echo in his thoughts. A wry sneer, very unlike the usually gentle man, splashed itself across his features. Whilst a Goldflight usually brought about the humbling of his arrogant mindmate, it would only sharpen the competitive aggression of his nature. Gone was the courteous holder-bred gentleman, the kindly man who had in his youth held lambs in his hands. In its place was a predator, vicious and cunning. The woman he would meet at the end of the corridor was but a prize - and woe befall the one who might hinder him from it!
He found the room and entered it stalking, glazed eyes glaring a warning at the men (and...a woman?) who were already crowded into it. Merridan held his gaze a little longer, confusion mingling with aggression as he tried to take in what seemed an illogical occurrence. Recognition hit in the next moment, and with a glare as hostile as he might direct to any other male he stalked past her and headed straight for Meira, brown eyes daring any of them to stop him. Shy, they all were - but not him! He bowed his head to her and stayed two or three steps clear of the goldrider still, deferential in his understanding that respect might win him more points with this one. But he glared back at the others as a wolf would defend something it guarded, daring the rest to step closer.
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Post by Requiem on Jul 10, 2010 13:53:30 GMT -5
Jingthgold, he returned in a soft, purring croon, dipping his wing to her. Hopefully she would not be upset that his clutchbrother didn't join. Checkbrother usually didn't Chase when Ruth did. The brown brushed her mind in a mixture of thanks and confident reassurance. He trusted Jingth implicitly. Even so, he also trusted his own wings. The younger gold was adored but she was, indeed, younger and larger than he; Behruth did not worry about not being able to run her obstacles. Of keeping up with her endurance? Now that was a concern. Though not one he was paying too much mind to presently. The male was enjoying himself in the cold air and the natural winds that swept near the ocean waves. As she dove, he winged upward, coiling in a graceful arc back and down into a tight twist along the cliff face, down, down, toward the rocks and sands and standing pools, around outcroppings so close that a miscalculation likely would have killed him instantly. But Ruth often flew daringly.
His lithe body shot out with a precise placement of flap and tailstroke, zipping just above the sands and banking abruptly around the outcroppings of rock that led to the sea where he burst through a small swell in the surf and turned abruptly, two flaps steering him along the swell of the next wave before he tilted his nose upward at the first feel of some warmer air. Trailing a wingtip through the air, he rode it up in graceful loops, catching the first slipstream that tugged at his tail and letting it propel him toward Jingth and her cluster. He was still a good twenty or thirty yards away when he relinquished his ride to the birds and got his angle. It had saved him a couple hundred feet of hard work, playing on the air currents, though it was unlikely any would think that his purpose so frivolous was his flying.
The small brown knew that he had to save his wings as much as he could, if he wanted to stay with Jingth until the end when she Chose. Blues didn't Chase golds for a reason, and he was blue-sized.
Oh! How nice of the big huge bronze to clear a space for him. Behruth dipped a wing to the approaching Morreliath in recognition, even if the other bronze didn't remember so insignificant a creature as the brown who had come to help his wing over a turn ago now. It was Kierjaarth's path that he followed, however, brushing by Weith playfully mere seconds after the bronze and very nearly getting a foot in the face. He angled up sharply, wingtips barely brushing the bronze's back as he moved past the bronze. Knowing better than to jump right in front of one of these testy metallics, he timed the barrel roll on Kierjaarth's downstroke, zipping into the main pack of browns and rolling beneath Chaoth's belly. Want to dance with me for Jingth? he questioned the favored brown, banking abruptly again so as to move alongside the younger dragon.
M'ta watched the other dragons moving toward Jingth, about to move forward himself when Morreliath entered the room, and he paused mid-rise to watch the man curiously. So fierce a scowl! Bouncing forward on the balls of his feet, he moved to the man's blind spot and jumped to tap him on the back of the head, quickly darting around the bodies. Nope, wasn't him. Course not. Peering around from where he'd ducked behind Chaoth, he flashed his little brother a smile, but was not about to wait for the other brown to decide to draw closer. If he noticed no one else was touching Jingth, it didn't seem to register. The rider slid over and openly stroked her arm with three fingers, a playful croon in his throat. "Are we dancing, Jingthgold?" He liked to dance with all the dragons.
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Post by Avu on Jul 10, 2010 14:29:59 GMT -5
Impressive, her males. All of them close behind her – perhaps closer than Jingth would quite like, but of course the proximity would make anything she did that much harder to follow. But who was this? The unfamiliar bronze’s lateness was unacceptable. Behruth and Kierjaarth she would forgive, primarily because she knew them; they were hers and therefore earned a little leeway in their timing. A bronze she didn’t know coming in so late, after even Weith? The touch to her mind, his pretty words, were not unwelcome, but he would know her displeasure.
Will you, she responded, and her tone was almost too sweet. But, I’m sure, only when you have the /time/ to spare me attention? How /lovely/ of you. The air was getting thinner, her wings beginning to protest the rapid upwards pace. Jingth twisted, arching backwards, and closed her wings just enough to control her dive. She brushed past Dsoleth, sliding her tail against his spine lightly, and then flared her wings in time to press close to Weith. Less friendly than she’d been to the brown, her tail flicked at him, quick enough to sting if it landed against his flank as intended – and if he meant to avoid it, it meant getting closer to Kierjaarth.
Either would work for Jingth, really – she was glad that Kierjaarth would find amusement in Weith.
She didn’t drop back to sea-level. Instead, Jingth caught herself almost immediately after she was below the pack, twisting and heading back for the river’s mouth again. Part of her wanted to dive straight back down, but she’d invariably have to fly up again, so…no. Instead, the gold extended her wings fully, speeding as fast as she could go before she doubled back. Not exceptionally graceful – such a maneuver was better suited to the smaller males or greens – but she managed, coiling back upwards near the center of the pack. Of course, getting so close to them was something of a risk – but let them try and Catch her before she was ready. Just let them, and see what would happen.
The gold deliberately broke through about halfway, almost playfully twirling around Trilaranth with a low croon for him, before she continued her ascent again, much more gradual this time, back in the direction of the Weyr. Her wings would hold her for a while yet…
They came closer, some of them, but not much, and now she was at something of a loss as to what she ought to do next. Meira blinked, uncertainly. Even with Jingth dominantly in control, she still didn’t feel the need to flirt with anyone. If anything, she just wanted to fly, but…she didn’t…have wings. Which might make that a little more difficult. Hmm. She glanced around the loose half-circle, a prickling feeling that all of this attention wasn’t exactly welcome starting in the back of her mind.
It didn’t get very far before the arrival of the late bronze, and a flash of Jingth’s disapproval burst white-hot behind her eyes. His approach, closer than any of the males that she had invited to come closer to her, was far from welcome – he was late, couldn’t he see that she was displeased? She didn’t quite hiss, but the blank disapproval was clear in her eyes, one hand lifting, palm held flat in his direction – keep his distance. He, of all the males, was possibly the least welcome. Except for Weith. But Weith had always been special (in the worst possible way, unfortunately) and he had even been there longer.
M’ta’s (Behruth’s, rather) approach, though, had a quick smile flashing across her face, attention diverted from S’kor. She hummed at his touch, grateful for something to do (other than eyeing S’kor. She didn’t want to be mad at them, any of them). “We can,” she replied, soft, contemplative. “Show me how?”
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Post by Rei on Jul 10, 2010 15:31:06 GMT -5
Kaaoloth felt the pleasant pull of working wing muscles far more up here where the air was so thin. As the large brown worked his way upwards his mind wrestled with different thoughts the majority of them centered on Jingth above. The older dragon had realized by now that he was not favored but nor was he disliked. Instead he seemed to rest comfortably towards the middle of the pack of males, not a bad place to be by any means. The arrival of yet another bronze was noted with a slight snarl. The expression swiftly fell away however as the male caught movement coming form the gold. Yes that was right. The other males should gain not an ounce of his attention. Silly of him to make such a mistake. It would not happen again. Only Jingth truly mattered after all.
As the large female fell past him Kaaoloth twisted and tucked his own wings to fall after her. As the brown fell he noted the positions of the rest of the males to prevent any collisions. Again that was all they rated to him, obstacles in his path. He couldn’t physically remove them obviously, and so he had to work around them. The ‘playing’ bronzes where ignored, as was the late arriving bronze. The other browns in the flight, both old and young, where more readily accepted. Worthy competitors. Working his large body in the limited space he was provided he avoided collision easily dropping below the pack and leveling off slightly before Jingth did. Perfect. Beating his wings rapidly Kaaoloth strove to make up distance following above and behind. Not to close now she was pulling slightly ahead and he let her. For now.
As Jingth sped up so do did he, powering after her with quick and strong down strokes. Her sudden turn took him and probably quite a few others by surprise. As the gold coiled upwards and among them Kaaoloth twisted to face the direction she to had turned in. The older brown made no move to approach or attempt a catch. Her right to play as she chose not his. Still he offered her a deep throaty croon large wings flaring to catch the air and power up after her. Throwing all his efforts forward he began to power upwards as quickly as he was able, striving to close the distance between himself and the fiery gold.
Closer he was the better. His endurance was being tested, as was normal of a gold flight. The burning in his muscles was starting which meant sooner or later the flight would have to come to a close. Still there was little room in Kaaoloth’s mind for anything but the gold ahead. It was her he was seeking to honor. Twisting he put a bit of extra flare in his ascent knowing the time for such tricks was quickly coming to a close. This would likely be the last bit of extra energy he could possibly expend.
Sel’n’s lips pulled back in a almost feral snarl as S’kor entered. It wasn’t that he /had/ entered that bothered the man. It was the way he /chose/ to enter. The arrogance in his steps, the way he claimed the room, swiftly got under the brownrider’s skin. Not all the dislike was his. Most of it was in response to Kaaoloth’s dislike of arrogant bronzes. The brownrider and his dragon had bled enough together in the flight to influence each other without being completely in thrall. It was more a melding of two than a taking over of one. Blue eyes returned the glare the bronzerider offered, a almost dangerous smile flitting across his face in return. The desire to protect Meira was stronger than anything else at the moment. Still it seemed the goldrider was doing a good enough job showing her disapproval. If she /did/ need help however, it was readily available.
Still Sel’n didn’t approach S’kor. Not yet. He would give the man a chance. If he did anything unacceptable the other would know it. His hand closed into a fist. Eyes watching S’kor carefully. Behruth’s approach to Meira was noted, but she seemed entirely okay with it. Besides the smaller brown was obviously favored, that one was allowed to pass. Not this bronze who already viewed the gold as if he owned her.
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Post by Ember on Jul 10, 2010 20:01:14 GMT -5
Dsoleth was quite oblivious to the other males, save to mark their positions relative to him. He would have remained oblivious to the late bronze as well had T'san not noticed the rider in Meira's room. As it was he snorted quietly. One could not earn favour with Jingth by being late to her flight. The brown didn't recognize the bronze but it didn't matter anyways. He was of no concern to Dsoleth. Just another male vying for Jingth's attention. It changed nothing about the way Dsoleth flew or his intentions. Only Jingth could change anything he did in that flight.
Speaking of the lovely gold, she dropped past him, her touch eliciting a mid-air shiver. He forced himself into a stall only to beat his wings and fill the space Kaaoloth just vacated. He let the other males dive and twist around each other. The wing drills his Wingleader had him doing helped him considerably but he was a bulky creature and would always have trouble with intricate maneouvers. He stayed higher up than most, going into a shallow dive that would take him closer towards Jingth's future location than a vertical dive would.
Above her he altered his course a bit, angling downwards even more as he beat his wings powerfully to keep up to her speed. The sudden turn worked on him because he didn't anticipate such tricks in a goldflight. He took a wide, upward swooping turn, ignoring the fact that it put him quite far from the middle of the pack. He'd make up for it with speed. The burning ache in his wings would just have to be pushed aside. He would not quit early on the beautiful gold. The height he'd held onto proved beneficial towards him as she began to rise again. He beat his wings hard to make up lost sky and put himself in what he considered a favourable position behind and to the right, rising with her.
Awareness of the bronze entered his and Dsoleth's mind as S'kor strode into the room like he owned it. Hmph. Bronzes. Meira's clear disapproval had the brown dismissing the other male easily. Lateness didn't do the gold any justice. Too many bronzes were too self-centered to realize such. Not his problem. Dsoleth got a boost from his jealousy once again, though, when Meira touched the other brown, M'ta. Between the arrogant bronze and the other brown, T'san stepepd further into the room, closer to Meira.
It was less to pressure her into looking at him and more to make sure she knew he was there. Present and willing to do...just about anything the gold wanted. He was there for her and no one else. Who should want anyone else anyways? It did T'san no good to be wanting lesser females when the perfect one was right before him. A sound that was a cross between a croon and a purr escaped the brownrider's throat. Not exactly dancing music, but still.
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Post by Rowana on Jul 10, 2010 20:16:23 GMT -5
A low chuckle rose in Chaoth's throat. Behruth was such a happy soul. He had a way of making even the most tense of situations fun. Certainly, he purred. Anything to please our Queen. Chaoth knew he would never be as graceful as the smaller brown, but he wasn't afraid to try. Still watching Jingth, he saw her fold her wings and drop from the sky. Chaoth flapped hard, pulling a little above Behruth, then flipped over on his back to face the sea. The movement made him almost stall in midair before gravity took hold. He twisted around as he fell, inviting Behruth to dance around him.
They didn't have far to fall, however, before Jingth straightened out again. Chaoth pulled up, pushing himself away from the crowd. Once he had a little clear space for his wings, he resumed a more steady course in Jingth's wake. He was growing a little tired by now, but not enough to be concerned. The others would be tiring too, after all. He was a little disappointed that she hadn't shown him any favors, but he wouldn't let it get to him. In the end, the choice was hers and if he was not worthy, than so be it. He would just have to try harder next time.
Mer almost laughed at M'ta's boldness. Such was her brown brother, never afraid to jump right in. Well, if Meira didn't mind, why should she? She wanted to see Meira dance. She was sure it would be lovely. Grinning at M'ta and even more at the queen, Mer started to clap a steady beat. She might not be much good at dancing, but she could keep a rhythm. Meira would be such a beautiful dancer, Mer was certain. She would mesmerize them even more this way.
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Post by rii on Jul 10, 2010 21:35:26 GMT -5
Trilaranth leveled out his flight when Jingth's flipped over in a dive, the crescent of gold a lovely sight to behold in that moment before the free-fall. He followed her loyally, aware of the antics of the others at a distant, but paying more mind to Jingth – especially when neared. The large brown tilted on his side, tucking his wings in to give the gold more room and have a very brief, shared twirl.
After she passed, Trilaranth lingered in the opposite direction until a few of the pursuing dragons passed (no need for a mid-air collision) He then banked sharply to his right, rolling down and toward the ocean to follow from below. Placing her brilliant glow against the faded morning sky..
R'ven eyes narrowed in response to Meira's disapproval for – his hazel eyes turned on to S'kor. The tall smith took a step toward the bronzer, not touching, but both dragon and rider didn't need to try to be intimidating. They were both large creatures – young, definitely, but strong all the same. His lipped pulled back, just enough to show his teeth in a silent growl.
.. In the skies, Trilaranth brushed quietly to Jingth's mind. If you wish him gone.. No more needed to be said. Trilaranth was willing to do as Jingth beckoned, remove the bronze from the flight if only to distract him from being anywhere near Jingth. He didn't mind hurting his own chances (and the thought of actually catching never crossed his mind) by taking himself out of the flight to remove another that was deemed unworthy.
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