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Post by weaving on Jul 13, 2009 20:14:03 GMT -5
No way was she going to repeat Brat’s Run. Accidentally winding up in R’wign’s room was one time too many, thank you very much and she’d rather not have a repeat performance. Good as it may have been, if she woke up next to him again, she’d more than likely try and suffocate him and she doubted that would go over too well with the other weyr residents. Then again, she was sure that he’d irritated his fair share of people. Hmmm. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Though it would mean jumping him in the heat of Flight lust, which would simply give him yet another thing to taunt her about and she didn’t plan on giving him any more ammunition anytime soon. She’d already given him enough to last a lifetime. And that would been leaving her comfy little spot that she’d made for herself in one of the flight rooms in preparation for Amith’s flight. As soon as the green had begun showing signs of imminent Flight, she’d grabbed her mug of klah and the knife she’ been sharpening and headed of to the flight rooms, unwilling to be caught off guard.
Her mug was empty by now and she’d been just testing the sharpness of the blade when she felt Amith awaken. Immediately she focused in on her link with the green, preparing herself for it. It was far from her first time doing this, and she wasn’t scared, but it still came as a bit of shock to get swept up in the raw emotions of a Flight, even if it was only that of a green’s. Not that Amith was just any green. Even if Lennae managed to impress a thousand more creatures, Amith would always come first in her mind. She’d been her first, and together they’d been through more than her and Brat or any other future mindmate (not that she wanted any more!) would ever go through.
The green on her ledge stretched out, limbs sticking straight out due to the way she slept on her side. Cracking her eyes open so that they were hardly more than slits, she lifted her head to look out over the waterfall, admiring momentarily the way the midday sun glanced off of the rushing water. Her home was very lovely, much nicer than the place of snow and ice that she very vaguely remembered. That wasn’t what she cared about this particular afternoon however. Instead she found herself much more enamored with the various dragons darting about, particularly those colored blue or brown. What lovely males Selenitas had for her to choose from.
Gracefully, the small green rolled from her side to her front, unfurling her wings and stretching them out thoroughly as she arched her back, first her lower and then her upper half rising in one long and fluid stretch. Were any of the males looking at her? Oh, she dearly hoped they were, though she was too shy to actually see if she’d caught anyone’s attention. She wasn’t one to go about flaunting herself for everyone in the weyr. If they wanted to admire her, then she would let them, but she wouldn’t go about asking for it. It wasn’t her way. She was simply too modest for that.
Quietly, Amith slipped from her ledge, dropping a bit before letting her wings catch her and lift her up. Only when she’d flown above the waterfall did she let out her call, a single roar, loud enough to be heard by those who wished to hear it but quiet enough so as not to disturb the peace of others. She didn’t want to be rude after all. It simply wasn’t nice.
Back in the flight room, Lennae had stood, swaying slightly until she steadied herself. Her gaze was focused intently on the doorway to her room, waiting for her pursuers, knife still in hand.
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Post by Avu on Jul 13, 2009 22:17:26 GMT -5
He should have been used to the lust. Been prepared, perhaps, for its coming, but – he wasn’t. Corinth was, after all, Weyrmated; the bronze had expressed no interest in any green but Ebolath (with whom he was currently curled), and in any case, it wasn’t as if he’d gone without for an incredibly long period of time and Ebolath’s Flight couldn’t be too far off anyway. The bronze was waiting, he was, though in the period of waiting there had been several absolutely spectacular arguments with Stupid. A commonly accepted fact: They could not Chase at the same time. The problem? Who would Chase? In the end, it was T’rid who decided: Corinth would Chase Ebolath and Stupid would deal with it. The response he’d received was a slightly amused comment from Corinth and a distinctly unhappy one from Stupid before the brown Salamandyr had skittered off to deal with it – i.e., to sulk. Possibly to plot, as well, though he’d come back soon enough (to go to sleep on top of Ebolath after frilling defiantly at Corinth, who was much amused). It seemed, however, that Stupid’s idea of dealing with it was not quite T’rid’s.
Pretty! the Salamandyr proclaimed loudly, darting from his watchful position next to T’rid on the weyrledge and throwing himself without a second thought off of the edge in pursuit of Amith as the green slid off the edge of her own ‘ledge. The family Weyrs were quite low-leveled, and T’rid only had time to twitch very visibly in his alarm before Stupid, wobbling in an alarming fashion as he glided outwards, hit the ground; anyone very close to him would have heard a very audible splat sound. Not at all put off by such an unceremonious entrance to Amith’s Flight, Stupid crooned as loudly as he could, as if hoping the green would actually hear him, before he twisted upwards to look at her – and then squeaked his upset: She was going up. He couldn’t go up, not that far up…how sad! The Salamandyr froze for the moment, every muscle motionless, wings half-furled and frill trembling, and then darted towards the nearest entrance, back to the Rider Weyrs. He’d just climb all the way to the top, he would!
Wait! Wait wait wait please pretty? Do want… His wings flapped as Stupid scrambled up the steps. One flight, two flights, three…the weyr that had once been his made Stupid change his plan; maybe if Amith saw him on the ‘ledge she’d come down and they could be happy? The brown streaked to the weyrledge and tottered there, at the very edge, his front paws slipping over the lip of the stone; frill and wings splayed widely as he warbled as loudly as he could manage. Pretty pretty, Stupid here! Love pretty green love love, love Stupid please pretty? His didn’t think he could catch a greenling, and neither did Corinth (though the bronze had actually encouraged him to try and some point in time, before; it amused him incredibly, the thought of Stupid pursuing a dragon) – but he would! This time he would, because Amith was the loveliest green ever and clearly, clearly, this would be his day, his green, his lovely, lovely, perfect pretty!
“Stupid Salamandyr, stupid green!”
I am pleased to see you so enthusiastic about Stupid’s endeavors. I see where he gets his encouragement from, came Corinth’s comment; the bronze sounded distinctly pleased. The way he saw it, this meant he got to Chase Ebolath, not Stupid – the brown couldn’t possibly complain if he was Chasing Amith~ The response was largely compromised of cursing, and Corinth offered no reply save for a low croon as T’rid half-stumbled and half-rose to his feet, instinctively veering away from the edge of the weyrledge; one hand rose to steady himself against Corinth’s flank before he squeezed his eyes shut, and slowly made his way through his weyr, stopping at the entrance to inhale deeply, trying to make his brain cooperate. Function. First thing: Where was Raylin? Eating, he thought, but he couldn’t be sure; things were becoming incredibly distorted. Second: Flightrooms. Which way were the Flightrooms…? That way, was Corinth’s helpful reply (which was really not entirely helpful due to the fact that the bronze didn’t indicate a direction).
Corinth! (The urge to call him ‘big bronze winged’ was almost irresistible; he refrained for his own sanity; the bronze would likely needle him endlessly about it later if he did.) The bronze sighed loudly from the weyrledge, making it clear that he was not at all pleased for his fun – seeing His run around the weyr mindlessly – being ruined. It’s /that/ way, he explained, almost patiently, nudging His in the appropriate direction mentally. Without pausing to thank the bronze, T’rid veered in the direction in question. He’d undoubtedly show up late, since he was actively trying not to let Stupid take up his entire consciousness – and was actually being relatively successful: Unsurprising, since he was perfectly capable of closing Corinth out when he wanted to. Not in Flights, but anytime else, anyway.
This should be amusing… Shut up, bronze winged blob of fat.
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Post by Sheari on Jul 14, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
C'ryl was set on the fact that, since Pagoth generally disliked greens, he would never be involved in a flight. No, he would never have to experience Flight lust or wind up waking up next to someone he didn't know. These thoughts and notions pleased him in the fact that he would never father any children from a Flight and could go about life like any normal man would. Find a wife and proceed from there. This logic was sadly flawed, however, since Pagoth disliked most greens because he was biased on their colour. Few he saw appealed to him with just the right shade of green.
This little tidbit was to be discovered today.
I thought you didn't like greens! This one is special What makes her special?!
C'ryl never got a response as Pagoth had already stretched out his full length on the weyrledge. He had been curled up on it dozing and now his muscles were not used to moving. Once stretched out, with all the stiffness gone from his body and wingsails quivering he dropped from his weyrledge much like Amith had. He flapped his wings to rise against the air. He tried his best to defy gravity to chase the emerald in the sky. She was just the right shade for him so he would pursue.
Deep in his throat he crooned. Rarely did he find a green with a colour that appealed to him. Most greens in the north were too pale and the ones that weren't were too flightly or flakey. She, she was different. He didn't know what made her different but she was special. He had every intention of catching her. If he failed he would wait until she (or a gold) rose again. If he won...
C'ryl was not so enthusiastic. This wasn't supposed to happen! The sudden Flightlust made him dizzy and he had to steady himself to get a clear though to come forward. Flight rooms. He had to reach the Flightrooms but he didn't know where they were. Never had he had to use them before so he never found the need to search them out. The brownrider began wandering, almost aimlessly so. Perhaps he would find someone else on their way there. Perhaps he would get lost. Using the wall to keep him from losing his balance he made his way out of his weyr.
Shardit Pagoth!
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Post by Rei on Jul 14, 2009 23:10:37 GMT -5
Kaaoloth watched as Amith rose, the tightening of leg muscles the only clue to his intentions. Sel’n watched the brown from his position on the floor. The Weyrlingmaster was oiling Vanity. “Do you have to chase her to? Wasn’t Uminth enough?” I did not catch Uminth. You know that. I will chase Amith. Unless you are feeling unwell again? The large brown swiveled his head to look at his rider. Sel’n had taken a few weeks off of weyrling lessons. The older man had been feeling unwell lately, but today he was stronger, Kaaoloth could feel it. Do you mind Selminelove?
The brown rider tapped Vanity away and stood. No I don’t mind feel free. Just don’t make a fool of yourself. Kaaoloth snorted. Me? Never. With a bellow, the brown sprang from the ledge and opened his wings to catch the canyon wind. So lovely was Amith and so unassuming. Although Kaaoloth normally preferred the violent greens he had not caught in awhile and was sick of living with the lust. Perhaps Amith would be his? As he drew closer to the green, the brown gave an adoring croon.
Sel’n watched Kaaoloth go and brushed his disheveled hair back. The tightening in his chest had faded over the past few days. The healers chalked it up to stress, and really he had been feeling better since his small vacation. Stripping off his shirt he began to stride to the flight rooms. Lennae… The Weyrlingmaster just hoped she was over the spat she was having with R’wign. He had no desire to be an outlet for her anger. As Sel’n reached the flight rooms Kaaoloth completely took over. The knife Amith/Lennae was holding registered and Sel’n/Kaaoloth flicked his eyes to the green’s face. Whatever did the pretty green need the sharp false talon for? A confused croon escaped the man’s throat but he didn’t approach. Dangerous she was.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 15, 2009 5:44:28 GMT -5
His wings unfurled and he stretched languidly in the midday sun. His two tails swished back and forth, as if of their own volition, and he crooned to himself. Checkoth’s claws flexed, tapping the top of the stone of his ledge, but not scratching -- he wasn’t a violent dragon. No part of Checkoth was vicious in any way, even if he’d wanted to be it simply wasn’t in his nature. He couldn’t be anything but kind. His idea of ‘mean’ was a nasty look… and even those he was bad at. So for all appearances, the average-sized brown looked to be quite passive as he sprawled. His wings gave a vivid twitch and he crooned quietly to himself, his gaze snared on Amith’s sleeping form. Both tails gave another jolt, swishing back and forth before waving amongst themselves. His eyes whirled rapid shades, with hints of blues and violets mingling together. There was a definite anxiety in his posture as he watched Amith, and he flicked his left tail nervously. Then the brown gave a low croon, stood up, circled absently and then settled down again. Worried, he was, and for an understandable reason: He was arguing with R’wign. He’d recognized the tell-tale glow of Amith’s hide, he had, and he wanted to chase her. She was a nice green, she was, though he’d never spoken to her but that was okay-- he knew that she was nice. And R’wign… did not approve of him Chasing her. He didn’t understand why, either.
R’wignmine? Checkoth asked, sounding slightly distressed despite himself. R’wignmine, why not…? You said not to Chase if you were alone with Meiramine, but -- you’re not. You’re not alone with anyone…
CHECKOTH! I’m on duty!
And he was. In the middle of the day, R’wign was always in the infirmary. Even with Kalierre back, he hadn’t stopped covering the entire morning shifts, though his excuse had changed from “Kali’s out of commission, we need a ranking healer!” to “I just don’t have anything better to do with my time.” which was R’wign-code for avoiding issues. Specifically, when he was unhappy, R’wign had a tendency of becoming a “work-a-holic.” He wouldn’t leave the infirmary for very long. Anyone who knew him very long would know that was one of his worst traits, especially as emphasized by his refusal to leave the infirmary after three of his fire lizards died. He’d researched obsessively to compensate, in a feeling of guilt that it was his fault. Marra and Religna was worse, because they weren’t fire lizards -- they were people. His fire lizards were a part of him and he felt he could do something about it. His sister and … lover? Girlfriend? Love of his life…? It was so much worse, because he’d not only failed them, but he couldn’t do anything about it. So he stayed in the infirmary working constantly, as if the more time he put in, the more likely the chance of bringing them back. He knew in the back of his mind that it was impossible… but sometimes hope died last. And hope was the only thing keeping him from going insane.
Leaning against the back wall of the infirmary office, R’wign rubbed his temples. His expression never changed and for all appearances, he was calm, perfectly casual (if perhaps possessing a headache). Checkoth’s emotions did not effect him as strongly as most dragons did, probably due to how many things were attached to his mind. So despite himself, the brown’s desire did not send him fleeing up to the flight rooms… and considering who Amith looked to, he had no desire to go. At all.
You can’t possibly think it’s okay to Chase when I’m on duty!
You wouldn’t let me Chase Uminth, and now you don’t want me to Chase Amith! I don’t tell you who to Fly!
The outburst, so unlike Checkoth, actually made R’wign flinch away in guilt. He was right, of course. He had asked Checkoth not to Chase Uminth, and he couldn’t even justify it as anything more than squeamishness; the last time that Checkoth Chased, he’d… his eye… The idea frightened him. While it was illogical, stupid even, part of him believed that if he let his guard down, he’d lose his other eye. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, backing up. The door was closed, and most of the healers were busy. He was tempted to hide under the desk until Amith stopped glowing, and pray no one came in to find him. Logic dictated leaving, but -- he didn’t walk out on shifts. Yet he couldn’t just stay either. Not if Checkoth was determined to chase, as his voice indicated. R’wign shifted his weight, conflicted, and then slammed his palms onto the wall. Where could he go? He was not going to Lennae. The idea of being alone with her was not appealing. He was pretty sure she wanted to take his good eye. No, no.
I’m chasing her. You don’t have a good reason for me not to. You’re not hurt, you’re not sick, you’re just being silly. Amith won’t let Hers hurt you, and I won’t let anyone harm you, either. You’re being silly, and I’m not going to put off Chasing because you are afraid. You are not a coward, R’wignmine, and I won’t let you try to be.
Stupid beast. Cursing under his breath, R’wign stormed out of the infirmary office and the infirmary proper without a word (though his fire lizards, Ellie exempted, all vanished between -- clear enough indication of him not being present). His feet carried him forward and he stalked as fast as he could to the safest place he could think of: the river. The water would be relatively cold, given that it was January, and he’d probably not run into anyone there. Probably not. Hopefully. Maybe he could convince Ellie to bite anyone who happened upon him. That idea had merit. Ellie or maybe Accident would. The mean little green would probably take delight in it.
Checkoth stretched again and moved to the edge of his ledge, half-amused by the lack of further protest. He’d expected R’wign to argue with him, to fight back, and if he had, Checkoth would have backed down. He couldn’t bring himself to argue with R’wign for very long. But he hadn’t, which meant, of course, that Check was right. He was just afraid. There was nothing to be afraid of, though. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt R’wign. He’d curl around him, keep him safe~ And he knew the little cousins would in his absence. The Elliegold was good that way. She kept His safe from any harm, and she loved him the way that he did. He trusted Ellie.
Perching on the edge of his ledge, the two-tailed brown cocked his head and bit back the urge to croon encouraging to Amith. She looked so lovely, she did, perched there with such a casual grace. Not mean like some other greens, or arrogant like even more still -- casual, content beauty. He liked that. He favored greens that didn’t draw enormous amounts of attention to themselves. In his opinion they were the better ones, because they were always prettier and usually nicer. Oquith was nice, and he’d heard that Amith was, too. He only wanted to chase nice greens. Nice and very, very lovely. Her movements made the purple hues of his eyes dominate the blues and he squirmed, an odd sight to be sure of a dragon of his size. Both tails waved again, twisting up behind him in a show of playful interest, and as she took off, he followed. His weight was thrown over the edge of his own ledge, wings outspread, as he propelled himself higher into the air, and then answered her call with a roar of his own.
Pretty, pretty, pretty. And so deserving of all the others chasing her -- two other browns; Kaaoloth was with them. She deserved more, though Checkoth pushed that aside mentally. She had him, and that was all that he could promise, wasn’t it? If no others came to admire the beauty, it was their loss~ She was definitely pretty enough to merit staring, after all.
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Post by weaving on Jul 15, 2009 19:34:01 GMT -5
With her so high above the waterfall, it was easy to see who had chosen to answer her call. Three handsome browns, far more than she had expected, had risen to her challenge. All three were far larger than the blues that she had a tendency to prefer (after all, she was small, even for a green), but she had no doubt that all of them were worthy. It was not in her nature to assume the worst of those who decided to pursue her. In fact, she was grateful that any had come at all. She was simply a green, and not a very spectacular one at that. Not like some of the others. Calistoth, for instance, who was quite ferocious, even more so than either Hepaticath or Millieth. Indeed, she was quite lucky to have such wonderful males, all wanting her. It made her feel happy, special. She, Amith, had the best chasers on all of Pern, she was sure of it. Pagoth, Kaaoloth and Checkoth were all equally wonderful and amazing in their own ways, which would make it difficult to chose only one of them. At least she had a while longer to make that decisi-
Oh!
What was that? There was something talking at her! Yet she had only three chasers. It's speech seemed oddly reminiscent of the way the Brat spoke, though this one was clearly not a female. Perhaps she should go and see what was going on. It seemed to be speaking to her and calling her pretty. It had even said that it loved her! Intrigued, Amith dropped low, flying close to the cliffs that they all called home, searching for the source of the voice. An initial fly-by of all of the weyrs showed her nothing, causing her to quickly double back, flying low so as to pass well beneath all of her pursuers, for surely they were all still following? She was faster and more agile than all of them, allowing her to slip past them with ease, though she trusted that none of them would attempt to pick her before she was ready to choose. They all seemed like such nice males after all. Such nice, lovely males.
Her second scan of the weyrledges proved to be more successful. A small brown salamandyr was spotted right at the edge, looking as though at any moment he might slip off and fall down, down and land with a splat. Amith let out a concerned warble as she recognized the danger he was in, though was uncertain as to what she should do. Instinct told her to fly high, to perform tricky maneuvers and test her chasers until they were ready to drop dead of exhaustion but she didn't want anything bad to happen to the poor little brown salamandyr. What to do, what to do. Maybe he could jump, and then she would catch him. Being so tiny, she doubted that he would get in the way. But it would need to be quick, before her lovely browns caught up to her.
Jump to me! She only hoped that the little brown understood her meaning, for then she was soaring past the ledge he rested on. Whether or not he made the leap, she was uncertain, but she would have to hope that he was safe, for now it was time to fly!
With every wing beat, the green picked up speed until she was flying the fastest she'd ever flown. She'd been heading straight toward the waterfall, and as she neared it, she began to angle upwards, rising higher through the mist and spray of the water until she was completely coated, a thousands tiny droplets causing her already bright hide to gleam like a freshly polished gem. Finally shooting up past the waterfall, she leveled off, flying low over the river. Occasionally she let a forelimb hang low enough for it to barely skim the surface, causing the water to rise up and splash at her belly. It was fun, playing in the river, though her true destination, the Selenitas Jungle, quickly became evident as she finally veered away, heading toward the challenges that the jungle provided.
Three chasers, yet only one of them was there. Lennae/Amith looked about in confusion. Perhaps the other two were hiding somewhere? But that wasn't the way things were supposed to work! They were supposed to catch her, not the other way around. Well, that wasn't very nice of them, to be playing games with her like that. How could she pick them if she couldn't see them? It just didn't make sense. Her grip on the knife blade tightened as her agitation rose at being unable to find two of her chasers. They should be here, with her! Well, at least one of them had come, as was proper. She gazed at Sel'n/Kaaoloth, adoration showing across her face. Such a wonderful, lovely male, to come and join her. But, he looked so confused... Following his gaze, she noticed that he'd locked onto to her knife. Why did she have that? It was dangerous, meant for hurting things, but she didn't want to hurt anyone! That wasn't what you were supposed to do in a Flight.
Releasing the blade, she let it fall to the floor carelessly, watching it for only a moment before glancing back at Sel'n/Kaaoloth. Better?
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Post by Avu on Jul 15, 2009 22:50:19 GMT -5
Three more browns had joined Amith in the air, and Stupid screeched (as loudly as he could – which wasn’t so loud; doubtful that Amith could hear him), frantically skidding back and forth across the ‘ledge, head craning upwards. So not fair that they could fly and he couldn’t, he wished he could so that he could Chase properly but he couldn’t and oh – oh, Amith wouldn’t blame him for that, would she?! She wouldn’t be upset?! He still wanted her! He did, he did, he meant to Catch her but – but he simply couldn’t fly. That wasn’t his fault, and she’d overlook it, yes yes? Oh, surely she would, because Amith was smart and pretty and the most fantastic green ever and because she was so nice, surely, surely – she wouldn’t mind his size and inability to soar on the winds like she could? Stupid scurried back and forth, still, though, trying to place himself under Amith. If she fell, he could catch her! (Because, yes, clearly on the chance that Amith fell, Stupid was completely big enough to catch her and avoid being squashed into a nice little Salamandyr-pulp.)
Oh! Oh! She was coming down to him. Stupid nearly preened in delight as the green flew overhead, and then, on her second time, actually spoke to him as she glided past the ledge on which the brown rested. What – jump to her? The idea seemed to be the best ever, and Stupid made the leap without thinking twice, wings spread wide and his forelegs stretched out; he smacked onto Amith’s back and clung tightly, vibrating with the intensity of his triumphant purr as he clung momentarily, getting used to the motion of the green’s flight beneath him, before he scurried to curl up around one of her neck ridges, frilling as widely as he could at the three brown dragons pursuing Amith. Ha! HA! He was the best, because look look, did they see him?! He was touching Amith. He was so close to the pretty green even if she hadn’t actually Chosen yet, look~ That meant he had the advantage, right? Both wings flapped wide, and Stupid keeled defiantly into the wind behind him.
Prettiest pretty /ever/, he informed Amith lovingly, rubbing his head against her neck ridge; even if she ignored him from there on out, Stupid was absolutely delighted regardless. Bronze wingy silly not love prettiest pretty, Stupid love pretty, do love prettiest f’all pretties, prettiest~ He cooed pleasantly (completely oblivious to where they were going; he couldn’t have cared less when he had the pretty so close to him!), and then, added (privately to the green’s pursuers, defiantly), See! Prettiest love Stupid, am winner go go ‘way winner! His frill stretched outwards defiantly, and the Salamandyr crooned happily at Amith even as he glared daggers at Pagoth, Kaaoloth, and Checkoth – his green, not theirs.
You’re doing much better this time. Glad to hear it, bronze fat-blob. You might actually make it to the Flightrooms without scaring some poor Drudge witless. I – I did /not/ scare any Drudge witless! Not /this/ time, Corinth corrected him pleasantly.
Ugh. The oh-so-eloquent reply was all that was keeping T’rid from succumbing to Stupid; talking to Corinth made it much, much easier. The bronzerider blinked rapidly as he clattered down a flight of stairs (nearly tripping and managing a graceless faceplant along the way) and rounded a corner, one hand rubbing his temples, the other ghosting over the railing just in case he managed to trip in his haste: Braining himself on stone stairs because of Stupid was not high on his list of ‘Things to Do’. Flightrooms. Left. T’rid shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of pretty greens and how stupid Corinth was for not Chasing (Corinth rumbled in amusement at the idea). “Get out of my head,” he hissed under his breath to Stupid – fortunately, it was no odd thing for dragonriders to speak to their mindmates, so even if he did manage to run into someone, they’d hopefully assume he was just talking to Corinth and leave it at that. It wasn’t like his and the bronze’s arguments were any secret.
Amith /is/ very pretty, Corinth commented meditatively, and T’rid missed a step and nearly slithered down the stairs in his shock before he caught himself, clinging to the railing. You are /not/ serious. No, the bronze conceded after a heart-stopping moment. I’m not. The purr of amusement was blatantly clear in his voice. Ha, ha, I’m glad you find my discomfort so funny. I should leave you outside during Threadfall without firestone.
Corinth merely replied with a wave of amusement – and then T’rid spotted Lennae and he nearly lost his head entirely to Stupid; the feeling that he should be closer to her was almost overwhelming and T’rid stood stock-still for a moment, merely blinking at the greenrider in confusion. Lennae – no, no; she was Amith – but – waterfall – the jungle – Amith – “Get OUT of my HEAD!”
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Post by Sheari on Jul 16, 2009 13:26:07 GMT -5
Two other browns had joined in the chase. Pagoth found the competition both welcome and unwanted. They were welcome in that he could prove to her he was the best. He could out-fly them and show her that he was better than they. Unwanted in that they might also out-fly him! She could Choose one of them over him and if she did that then it meant that he had failed. It was not an option and he resisted the urge to increase his pace. Hurrying would only tire him faster and he would lose her.
Pagoth pursued up to the top of the waterfall after Amith. Being larger than her (and male) meant that he was slower, less agile and when she flew down he did not do the same as quickly. When she rose again she was glistening and there was was tiny brown thing on her back screaming at him. It spoke erratically and proclaimed itself the winner and the brown dragon didn't know who it was calling "Stupid"; Itself, Pagoth, or Amith. This angered him a little. If he had to lose her it would not be to a worm.
He climbed after the glittering jewel leading him on. He would prove himself he would. He was better than Kaaoloth or Checkoth and he knew this for he was Pagoth!
Mean while C'ryl/Pagoth shambled through the hallways. Up and down flights of stairs in search for those sharded rooms. His hand remained firmly on the wall not only as his guide but as his support right now. He didn't know if he was dizzy or flying or what he was doing. His vision flickered from stone walls to the river and back as his mind tried to figure out where it was. When he turned into a room he sat down just inside the doorway with his eyes closed. When he opened them he saw her, Lennae/Amith, and he wanted her. He wanted to go to her but he still felt a little dizzy and so deigned to remain sitting until he remembered his legs again, cursing Pagoth for deciding to Chase.
This wasn't supposed to have happened!
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Post by Rei on Jul 16, 2009 17:53:30 GMT -5
Kaaoloth gave a happy croon as Amith began the flight but soon his ecstasy turned to confusion. Whatever was his pretty green doing? Was she looking for more chasers? A confused rumble escaped him as Amith skirted the ledges but the source of her search became apparent as, of all things, a brown mandyr jumped from the ledge to alight on the green. What was the little creature doing? Didn’t it realize how dangerous of a game it was playing? Further thoughts on the subject where pushed aside however as Amith made for the waterfall. The chase was beginning and the large brown had no desire to be left behind. The mandyr forgotten Kaaoloth gave an encouraging bellow and made for the falling water.
The brown angled himself wider than Amith so as not to be bogged down by the surging water. The cool spray that lingered upon his back was a welcome sensation and he shivered in pleasure as he passed the lip of the falls. Craning his neck Kaaoloth beheld Amith in all her sparkling glory. So sweet. So playful was she. The green awoke something in the brown and he gained altitude solely so he could do a playful slow roll for her. Dipping down he allowed his single fore claw to touch the water raising up a wave behind him. Any chaser following to close was risking being soaked. A rumble of despair left him as Kaaoloth his green’s intended flight path. The jungle. Reason warned him to back off but desire warred with it. He wanted to be close to her but the jungle was dangerous to a dragon as large as he and he had no desire to get his wings caught.
Sel’n/Kaaoloth gave an ecstatic croon as the knife clattered to the floor. That was better. Surely a wonderful green like herself had no need for such things. Smiling he caught Lennae/Amith’s eye and did a mimic of Kaaoloth’s slow roll. Did she see how marvelous she was making him feel? The other chaser’s where beginning to arrive but he spared them not a glance. They where not worth his time. No, only the glittering green emerald beauty before his eyes deserved his sole attention.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 17, 2009 6:10:00 GMT -5
Through the Weyr he stumbled, until the blast of sunlight from outside made him flinch away and cover his good eye protectively. The air around him seemed almost thinner, somehow, and he consciously forced himself to inhale. Out of the corner of his vision he could make out specks of blue, the sky no doubt bleeding into clouds away from the ground, and though he stood at the base of the drum heights, ready to make his way down to the river, he felt distinctly as though he was soaring - ascending higher and higher aloft with every passing breath. The sensation in his arms was unusual and R’wign had to hold onto the sides of the drum heights to avoid throwing himself off them and over the waterfall. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, sitting with his head bowed and a tangled mess of black hair falling over his face as he saw -- not with one eye, but two -- the sky, the river, the canyon and the open air. Both palms settled on the grass, so unlike the northern Weyrs that demanded none of that be present, and he let himself be absorbed. Not for long, no, but the intensity of the feeling and the almost strange, surreal sensation of seeing something that he himself could no longer see was… thrilling. Exciting. Exhilarating. And haunting. It was almost too much, that feeling of being in the air, total control -- for one painful moment, he wanted it to last.
High in the air, Checkoth soared after Amith, gliding on long, thin wings. He had to beat his wings more than a larger dragon would, or even one blessed with simply more apt wings, but he was able to keep himself aloft just as well. He angled himself to the side, ready for quick twists and turns, but so far there was none of that. Of course every green was different, each beautiful and unique in their own ways, and Checkoth had no private ‘demands’ of Amith in any way. If she didn’t want to twist, turn and dare them - so be it. This was her flight and she guided the dancers. So when she descended toward the ledge, descending, he followed, twisting his body to angle downward like a torpedo, wings snapping back and forth to keep himself balanced. His tails twisted to propel him in a more neat, angular curve, and he had no problem following her motions. As she turned underneath them, flying in the opposite direction, he twisted his tails and then turned as quickly as he could to chase. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was okay with that if that was what made her happy~
The brown literally ‘buzzed’ the weyrledges in his pursuit of Amith, and no doubt drew some bizarre looks in the process. He did not stop to glance at them, his gaze stolen by the glimmer of glowing green ahead, his only interest. He did not register at first what her purpose in going downward was, until a foreign mind bombarded his, and then a whirl of pleasant shades mixed into the violet of his gaze. A salamandyr, chasing a dragon? So silly. He crooned, but the sound was actually not meant for Amith; it was encouragement to the little creature. If the lovely green liked him enough to indulge him, then why shouldn’t he? Checkoth did not respond verbally, though -- because words were lost on him in the heat of flight, and the thrill of the chase. His head lifted and he watched the waterfall come closer and closer, until he sharply jolted his tails and then turned to ascend at an almost vertical angle. His wing beats flared water all around and as he reached the top…
… he totally drenched R’wign. A low, pleasant, playful sound escaped the brown as he recognized his mistake (never did he intend to splash His) and he shot up, flying after her. He was agile, for a brown. Not as fast, not as good at gliding, but agile nonetheless. Wouldn’t she see that?
R’wign squinted, and rubbed his hands over his face. The first splash had been Amith; unintentional, perhaps, but his position made it impossible to miss. The flare of cold water over his skin broke his trance and then he was hit by another - and another - and then finally by Checkoth himself. Twitching violently, he turned his gaze up to glare at the departing dragons with a look that would have been frightening, if not for the fact that its intended targets probably didn’t care at all that they’d just effectively drenched him. Shivering, R’wign cursed under his breath, muttering things like ‘stupid beast’ and ‘ridiculous dragon.’ He quickly scurried away from the river, but the water had done its intended goal and distracted him - at least temporarily - from what Checkoth was doing. Or so he thought. But his feet were taking him back toward the inside of the Weyr, and he was too busy swearing to notice it.
Over the river Checkoth turned, but he did not make an effort to show off. Half of that was spawned by the amusement he gained from the awareness that they’d all just made splash-toys out of R’wignHis, but most of it was sense: shows of agility on and grace were wasted on a green who could outdo them all. He’d prove himself best by simply keeping up. He stayed up, above the river, the water droplets from the spray of the falls coating his wings enough that it was harder to fly as fast, though the wind was quickly drying him off and chasing away the autumn-hued glimmer of his hide. Her path angling toward the jungle made him nervous, though, and he uncurled both of his tails to twitch them in anxiety - a movement no doubt unnoticeable by the speed of his flight.
He did so fear those tree limbs. What if he got stuck…?
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Post by weaving on Jul 18, 2009 1:00:10 GMT -5
Did they enjoy the water as much as she did? She hoped so, for she found it quite amusing to make the pretty splashes in all sorts of patterns. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough of a challenge, or she would have been content to play about all afternoon and see who could make the biggest splash. No, these lovely chasers of her shouldn’t have it so easy. After all, they all looked so strong, like they could handle whatever she decided to throw at them. What had she ever done to deserve such wonderful attention? Surely she was not so special as to merit such advances. She was just another green after all, without a shiny gold hide or a bright coloration that some of the other greens sported. After all, she was just Amith. Nothing special. She didn’t even think that she’d spoken to any of these browns before, though she knew their names. Perhaps she had secret admirers?
Putting on a quick burst of speed, Amith tuned, wings beating quickly to allow her to hover in place for the briefest of moments as she looked back to admire her browns. Her browns. After all, they were chasing her and not some other green, which made them hers. At least for the moment. Pleased with what she saw, she flipped and barrel-rolled, heading toward the jungle once more, her tail flicking about playfully as she sped toward the shady green. Here she would blend in and they would need to pay a bit more attention to stick with her or perhaps, for the larger of them, invent their own paths. Only a very silly dragon would try and go where they could not fit, and she didn’t want any silly dragons chasing her. Not that any of her chasers were silly.
One by one the trees came, with Amith slipping between them easily, wings tucking in closer at certain points? Were they following? A quick glance behind answered that question, and she let out a lilting croon to all three meant to encourage them. They wouldn’t give up now, would they? As the trees grew thicker, the twists and turns grew more frequent, and more than once the color of the sky was lost to her as the canopy swallowed it. At some point she’d need to rise up, but for now she felt quiet at home in the jungle where she blended in so well. She attempted to look back several times, though the density of the trees made it difficult to keep track of where each of her males were. She didn’t think that any of them would be able to sneak up on her and try to surprise them. They’d have to be very sneaky indeed to pull off such a feat. Sneaky sneaky.
Two out of three were with her. That was better. And really, she was glad that the third R’wign/Checkoth was not there. Despite being so strongly bonded to Amith at the moment, enough of Lennae was left to realize that she was very, very angry with R’wign. Her right hand flexed into a fist, and she glanced down toward the knife lying on the floor for a moment. If he showed up…
And then she was Lennae/Amith again, smiling sweetly at the two who had bothered to come. She studied T’rid for a moment with a slight frown before remembering the brown salamandyr, Stupid! She gave him a rather bright grin, skipping forward to tightly grasp his hand. She’d saved him from going splat, she had! What a silly little creature, trying to chase a green dragon. One of these days he’d get himself hurt, or worse, killed.
Still tightly holding T’rid’s hand, she skipped about, around Sel’n/Kaaoloth several times, admiring him fully even as he admired her. Then it was off to C’ryl/Pagoth, who was, oddly enough, sitting down. Why was he doing that? You couldn’t catch anything while sitting on the ground after all! Tentatively, she reached a leg out to toe him gently. Was he okay?
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Post by Rei on Jul 18, 2009 14:04:33 GMT -5
Kaaoloth rumbled as Amith hovered daring to think for a minute that perhaps she would forgo her jungle idea and pick a more suitable place to test them. Unfortunately, with a final flirtatious tail flick she was amongst the foliage. The large brown gave a croon and angled himself so he just brushed the tops of the trees. Gliding above the greenery he strove to make out Amith’s form amongst the vegetation. Her hide blended in almost perfectly, and Kaaoloth was forced to gain altitude to get a better vantage point.
Winging out over above the trees he tilted his head and tried his best to follow her movements from the brief glimpses he got of her. So clever was Amith. Dropping to a more suitable altitude he kept watch on her as she snaked to and fro between the trees. At times he lost sight of her but it was never to long before he was hinted as to her whereabouts again. Such skill his clever green had, and such light movement. Rising a bit on a thermal the brown waited for her to emerge from the jungle. She couldn’t stay there forever after all. Eventually she had to rise. Instinct would not let her stay so low forever. Yes all Kaaoloth had to do was bide his time. Soon the object of his adoration would have to claim the open air again. When she did, he would be ready for her. The large brown gave a loud bugle to let Amith know he was still there, still in the flight. He was just far to large to follow her at the moment. Perhaps soon she would deem it necessary to come play with them outside of her jungle playground?
Sel’n/Kaaoloth rumbled in appreciation as his green circled. Yes she was looking at him. A soft croon left his lips and he watched her movements with baited breath. Light on her feet she was. A glare was spared for T’rid/Stupid who was clinging to his green. The little silly worm could not hope to win. He was far to small to claim Amith. C’ryl/Pagoth however was another story and he gave the brown a quick glance over. This one was competition. He did not see R’wign/Checkoth in attendance, which confused him a bit. Wasn’t the youngster chasing? Soon however his attention was brought full circle back to Lennae/Amith. After all she was truly the only one worth looking at. She was the leader of the chase, the all important central figure. She was the one he wanted. Not the other browns. Her.
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Post by Avu on Jul 18, 2009 23:37:52 GMT -5
Trees. Stupid’s frill rose in anticipation, and he threw a decidedly smug glance behind him. Ha! Fat huge wingies, see how well they fared in the trees! He’d win, he would, because he could stay in the trees and run and run forever if Amith wanted him to (never mind that he wasn’t even running to begin with; that was beside the point: He’d run if he had to, after all) and he’d be able to keep up and they wouldn’t and they deserved it so there. The brown Salamandyr would have bounced in his excitement, had doing so not meant a very good chance he’d get swept clear off of Amith’s back and sent sprawling into the grass behind her; he settled for rubbing his head against her neck ridge again pleasantly, cooing as loudly as he could. Will win, my pretty, he promised her softly, as quietly as he could say it without being entirely silent. He wanted her to know, but she mustn’t loose her concentration because she was big (not fat, though; just big) and going through the trees couldn’t possibly be easy and he didn’t want Amith to run into a tree.
Not that he’d protest one of those big fat browns running into them, though. Couldn’t they see this was his green, his day, his pretty?!
And – and where did that fat brown get off, making so much noise?! Stupid hissed defiantly in response to Kaaoloth’s bugle, twitching noticeably before he scurried upwards a little, still clinging to Amith’s neck ridges. Stupid brown, making so much noise. Didn’t he see that Amith wanted to play hide-and-seek and making so much racket was not acceptable?! It was much nicer to just play along, wasn’t it now? Okay – so he was fabricating, twisting the truth (slightly!) to make Kaaoloth’s crime seem worse than it was, but it was irritating. Just because he could make loud noises – hmph. Hmph. That didn’t mean he deserved to win and he didn’t just because he did make loud noises. Did he have a point?! The Salamandyr sulked momentarily, upset that his proclamation that Amith was, indeed, his, had not driven off any of the suitors, but the thrill of weaving in between the trees quickly discarded such a notion and he gave a softly adoring croon again, turning in a small circle to look forward, wings and frill flattened against his body.
So fast, so fun, so absolutely amazing! The trees danced, light flickering and dying, and the Salamandyr pressed tighter against Amith. His green, his dance. Their dance. Leaves dappled her hide even more prettily than it was originally (if that was even possible), and Stupid crooned and turned, wondering if he looked prettier – no, wait, handsomer – with the leaves and the erratic light spraying across his hide as well. Maybe she’d look and tell him? He’d be ever so happy if she did, but he was so happy even right now, being allowed to touch the pretty, pretty green. Prettiest of the pretties, he assured her again, quietly. Just to make sure she knew.
“Um – ” Why did he feel the need to explain? T’rid almost cursed under his breath, flicking his glance away from Lennae. Much easier to focus if he looked at…at the floor. Yes. The floor…“I – hey!” He blurted the word without meaning to, eyes flying open and gaze shifting directly to Lennae, and in her grin he melted. She approved. Of him. And that was it: The last of his consciousness, his awareness of himself, was absolutely gone, and he stumbled forward as Lennae pulled him forward, blinking rapidly. It was a curious effect, for Corinth kept part of his mind – a more subconscious than actually conscious part – awake, and though he could see through Stupid’s eyes, the flicking trees, blurring past, the light and the leaves and – and an odd kind of dream-like distortion to the whole thing; it seemed to overlap on what he saw, and T’rid was tempted to simply close his eyes to get rid of it. He was clinging to Lennae’s hand by that point (utterly unaware and uncaring of how comical it probably looked) and T’rid bared his teeth slightly at Sel’n as Lennae whisked him past, and as they moved to C’ryl, he simply clicked his tongue – it could be classified as noncommittal, but sniff that followed was nothing short of annoyed.
What on Pern did he hope to achieve sitting down like that? And how could he be sitting and flying at the same time? So confusing…
This is why I love you, Mine. What – not – Lots of love, T’ridMine!~
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Post by Sheari on Jul 19, 2009 21:16:38 GMT -5
Gone! She was gone!
Pagoth watched helplessly as the glistening emerald green vanished among the tress. Amith had slipped and dodged through them with that thing on her back between her wings. He flapped his wings harder as he followed after her to rise above the canopy just enough to look down and search for her. But Kaaoloth was now in front of him somehow! The brown pushed so he could keep close to the rival dragon. If he dove then she must be in sight! Just to be sure Pagoth searched himself.
In the tangle of leaves and branches and the play of light and shadow it was hard and with a pang of regret the brown thought he'd lost her for good. But..What was that? Violet eyes caught the glint of light like rippling water on her hide and he doubled his speed until there was a break in the canopy. Snapping his wings shut he dropped and followed.
Here he could not open his wings to the full span of the sails and thus hindered him. He flapped harder now to stay aloft but it taxed his energy. So badly he wished to be able to spread them and be able to look around and see where he was compared to the other chasers, but he dared not. If he looked away even for a brief moment he could loose Amith and quickly find a tree in his path. It frustrated for him to know that he might still be behind another, or both, rival browns, but he would show her. He focused on dodging trees in his pursuit. Yes, he would be the best, and he would be hers.
C'ryl looked at Lennae in slight confusion in a very quick lucid moment. By now he had been taken over completely and the sitting down position only intensified the feeling of being caged in the trees so he warily stood up. This would make her happy, yes? He could not make Lennae/Amith unhappy, oh no, then she might not chose him. If he made her unhappy then he would lose her! C'ryl/Pagoth took a tentative step toward her from the wall. So strange to have to walk when he should be able to fly.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 20, 2009 0:52:13 GMT -5
He was cold and dripping, thanks to the water, but he made it back toward the general vicinity of the Weyr all right. His mind was elsewhere, though. The flight was more like a dull buzz in the back of mind. He was distinctly aware of what Checkoth was doing, but as R’wign walked down toward the sandy line of the beach, he was more paying attention to his feet. Specifically, not letting them guide him toward the actual Weyr. He didn’t want to be around Lennae. A fleeting thought in his mind was that if he saw her, she’d follow up her threat from the kitchens… Last time Checkoth Chased, he’d lost an eye and gotten his lungs bruised up. The idea of having to deal with Lennae when she could blame her actions on flight lust wasn’t appealing. Part of him was genuinely afraid that she’d kill him. Without Checkoth fogging his thoughts, he could run, or at least sass her enough to stop her. But with his dragon dominating his mind that was a danger. He’d rather roam the river and run the risk of drowning than give her the chance of having him defenseless. When did he become so paranoid? Oh, around the time she said she wanted to kill him. Because she’d tried, not once, but twice. She’d actively tried. The second time not actively, but the first she’d gotten a candidate who looked like him. He did not want to die. He just didn’t… and he honestly believed Lennae would try. He’d had bad luck in the past with females under flight lust. Darya tried to eat his ear, after all.
Sand kicked up around his feet as he walked, head bowed. Alone. His eyes scoured the river, searching for any place he could hide - hide away from innocent passerbys who hadn’t noticed the green rising over the water. He didn’t want anyone else, not if it could be helped. He didn’t want to be touched. Not anymore…
The winged half of the pair was effectively tuning out his land bound half’s paranoia. Yes, he knew of R’wign’s fears, but in his opinion they were unfounded. Didn’t he see, couldn’t he -- was he not aware of how graceful Amith was? Surely something so beautiful in the air wasn’t dangerous. His was just being silly, he was, and Checkoth would not condone such behavior. He’d see soon enough how ridiculous he was being and then he’d apologize. Checkoth was certain. His gaze wavered on Amith as she almost seemed to stop, so far ahead; he was no where near as fast as she was, couldn’t have been even if he wanted to be. He wasn’t as large and powerful as Kaaoloth either. Nor Pagoth, who seemed to be larger than him, though the angle may have played at that. He was the smallest one there (minus Stupid); what did he have to offer that they couldn’t? He didn’t know -- boundless enthusiasm? He certainly wanted her to notice him, and despite being smaller, he was sure he could do something. Something special…
As she neared the trees, Checkoth turned at an angle, flying on his side which no doubt looked comical. What it allowed for was him to dart between the trees. His wings were thinner in width than the average dragon’s, part of his deformity to be sure but useful when it came to twists and turns. He did not turn to escape the branches, tangled as they were, nor the trunks. His smaller size was an advantage for him. ‘Average’ for a brown, he was, but small enough to dart through the largest openings. He did not look so elegant as Amith, worming her way through as if the trees had grown in such position solely to flatter her, but he did manage to keep up. A few small branches were broken on the way, but - that was all that it took. So what if his hide was splattered with the green of leaves and vines from his path? If it showed her that he was willing to go wherever she took him, then so be it; he’d be happy with that, he would.
Unfortunately, the deeper into the forest she went, the harder it became to navigate, and he was forced to fly upward and abandon his path. The thought disheartened him; he was having fun, he was, trying to worm through the trees… but he’d get hurt if he stayed. Last time he Chased a Green, he’d hurt himself trying to drop like them, and R’wignHis was stern that he was not to hurt himself again. A break in the canopy caused sunlight to burst through and Checkoth turned before flying upward with such force that he literally broke out of the leaves, snapping the branches in the process and sending several wild fire lizards, wherries, and who knew what else between in a sound that could only be described as an indignant cacophony. His path put him far behind the other two browns, but he twisted and persevered, pushing himself forward with a spin that would’ve been elegant had Amith been up high enough to see it. But it was wasted on eyes that couldn’t care less how graceful he was -- much to his own misfortune.
Maybe she’d recognize when she came out of the leaves that he alone had followed her, as far as he could, at any rate. Maybe she’d see... He hoped she’d see…
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