Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 17, 2009 10:14:30 GMT -5
Hiss. He faltered for just a moment, the red in his eyes growing more prominent, as F'ur kept him from clamping down on the tail. Which of course resulted in taking it to the snout. A hard blow, really, and he flinched back with a snarl, dropping low and visibly seething as he coiled below. Every time he attempted to move toward her he was held back, the blue hissing his displeasure. The anger faded, and he found the mental barrier was falling, a cold calculation replacing the rage at being struck. No, it wasn't her fault, was it? She hadn't stopped him. (Conveniently ignoring, of course, the fact that it was her tail and he'd intended to chomp it.)
Different enemy. The blue darted after the other males, having lost sight of Rinagth for the moment. It was rare, opening his mind fully...it had distressed His sometime, a long time ago, and he'd forgotten why he kept His shielded most of the time, though now it was habit. A pleased croon left his throat as he felt all resistance fall. His eyes slitted. Inocenth, no longer bridled, slashed out at Ruskeath's hindquarters. In the way. He wasn't even courteous enough to growl a warning first.
Behruth was, fortunately, toward the front of the group of chasers, or he likely would have left. Much as the beautiful Rinagth drew him on - as he wished to protect her as well as dance with her - violence destroyed most of his desire to pursue. He hated violence. In fact, he was delighted to see her playing in the clouds. This was how they should dance! No ichor, no growls or hisses or bites. Behruth crooned, though whether it was heard or not was debatable. He took to the clouds with gusto, following the gleaming hide as it winked in and out of sight. Confident, even when he was led astray a little, the small brown twisted and spun happily, oblivious to the continued antagonism going on behind him.
Petting the cat silently, ever silently, he attempted a smile for Rinagth. A calming one. Why was she so upset? It made him nervous - but not in an entirely bad way. There was a sense of thrill in the shudder that ran down his spine.
Hiss. The wildness was replaced with a cold calculation, hands free and twitching slightly. His head dipped, coursing over the other males before lingering on Rinagth. He twitched again, suddenly stepping forward, around, pressing behind Evr and pinning her arms. He licked her neck lingeringly, biting, stopping just short of nicking her carotid with his teeth. His eyes were focused on Rina though, tongue coursing over his lips briefly. Just as suddenly he pushed Evr over his foot, toward G'tor, stalking toward Rinagth.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Nov 17, 2009 18:50:14 GMT -5
Down again! Ruskeath's eyes brightened with excitement. He loved diving! Pulling his wings tight, he fell like a stone. The river rushed up at him, welcoming him with it's watery embrace. This was no time for swimming though. The brown pulled up, causing a cascade of water that scattered droplets in all directions. How beautiful Ringath looked surrounded by mist! Nothing seemed to dull her glowing hide.
A sharp pain alerted Ruskeath to another male behind him. The blue's claws dug a bitter dipper than the green's, but it still wasn't enough to stop him. His long tail lashed out at Innocenth, but he didn't turn around to see if he hit him. His eyes were fixed on Ringath. One or two scratches didn't matter so long as he could keep up with her. She was rising again, so fast and skilled, he could not help but croon his appreciation.
Rising was harder and by the time he reached the clouds, she had already vanished inside. It was hard to see in the fog like cloud mist, but that didn't stop him. He caught small glimpses of Ringath here and there and tried his best to keep up. What a clever green she was! It was tricky to keep up with her when he could barely see her. She was like a part of the cloud, illusive and dancing.
G'tor shifted uncomfortable and limped slightly. His leg hurt? Why was that? It didn't really matter he supposed. Would J'on care? Maybe he wouldn't like him this way. G'tor shook his hair, scattering water around him. He was just about to move closer when Evr was pushed towards him. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance and catch her at the same time. The part of him that was still G'tor didn't want anyone getting hurt.
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Post by mierce on Nov 17, 2009 23:03:51 GMT -5
Oh ho, the river was it? A whirl of green flashed through the muddled blue-violet-red of Iorath’s eyes as he descended in a tight corkscrew towards the river. He plummeted sharply first, then with a slight shift in the shape of his curled wings, spun around 720° and briefly dove into the water before emerging. His momentum sent a tidal wave surging towards the shore. Hitting the water slowed him down a bit, but he wasn’t concerned about that. Thick streams of cold water trailed from the ridges of his large wings as he swerved along the churning surface of the river.
When Rinagth rose again, so did Iorath. He made a few sharp turns in the air as if to show that he was far more agile than the browns, then headed straight into the clouds. The fogginess masked the green, but her hide still shone through. Eventually he trumpeted and rose above the clouds. There, now it was easier to follow the glow. He thrummed deeply and lowered himself until his underbelly grazed the wispy tops of the clouds. The feisty green disappeared at times whenever she entered a particular thick patch of fluff, but she had always reappeared again—so far anyway. He was taking care to not let her slip back down below the clouds without notice, occasionally dipping into the crystallized water moisture himself.
While the other dragons (with the exception of Inocenth, that is) oozed with admiration of Rinagth’s beauty, Iorath was more impressed with her acrobatics. Her choice of path, random as it may or may not be, was quite lovely. And her glowing hide! Coupled with her speed, she left a streak of green clinging to the moisture of the air in her wake. He didn’t think of himself as lusting after her, no not at all. But he really did want to clamp down on her nape, force his wings around her and send them plummeting.
As if to make his point, he gave a few powerful flaps to push him closer to the green before he swirled around her tail and hindquarters a few times. It was as close as he could get--close enough for her to notice and react, but far away enough so as to not be an outright invasion of her space. Well, not yet anyway.
Evrgarde’s eyes widened when she felt F’ur clamp down on her arms. She began to twist away, but had barely turned her head before the man licked her. He. Licked. Her. A collision of emotions raged through her, sharply alternating between downright fury and the less familiar flame of desire. Getting shoved into G’tor did nothing to help her determine which emotion was stronger, even if the dilemma made her angrier. The... bastard.
Using G’tor’s catch as a springboard of sorts, she whirled around and snapped a hand forward to grab onto F’ur’s arm. She tightened her grip and forced him to force him to turn around. He was taller, but only by 3 inches. Hardly enough to force her into submission. Instead, she met his eyes and glared. Glared through the sweet, metallic, canine blood caked on her face.
Oh no you don’t, she thought. Who does this fucker think he is? Rinagth chooses, not him. The hand on his arm flexing slightly, as if she wasn’t sure whether to let go or move her hand along his arm. So instead, her hold was more like a weird localized massage.
Subconsciously, she licked her lips, garnering another taste of blood that still lingered around her mouth. Sweet.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Nov 19, 2009 13:23:19 GMT -5
At last she tired of her cloud dancing, and Rinagth swept upward, rising above the clouds like a green sun and looked down upon her chasers like a vengeful goddess. Time to start weeding out the more unworthy (none of them were really worthy but some of them were less worthy than others). Below and away her riders eyes weighed the riders as Rinagth judged the dragons.
In an instant her wings folded and she plummeted down, foreclaws spread to grab and tear, only to be held back at the last as something influenced her to strike with balled talons and knock one of her chasers down, a snap of her thoughts against his let Dsoleth know, as if the blow had not clearly expressed her opinion, that he was dismissed. Silly brown letting her mark him like that. Too slow, too clumsy. Unworthy!
Rinagth strove for height, for a good view of her chasers, honestly couldn’t they see she was getting tired now? And there were still too many! Again the green dropped among her chaser, though she chose not to strike this time, one talon reached out to scrape gently down Ruskeath’s side. To much of that brown’s blood had been let in this Flight, she brushed his thoughts gently, he had shown devotion but he could go now.
The green made a hairpin turn, then fell back down through the clouds, still four males left, the best and most agile of them all. Rinagth angled her wings to catch the wind and positively zoomed away from them, roaring a mocking challenge. Yes it had to end soon, but it wasn’t over yet!
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 19, 2009 18:48:17 GMT -5
Brilliant emerald sun shining above! Behruth played in the clouds a little longer, knowing his hide would show well enough where it caught the sunlight - and the vestiges of Rinagth's own glow - from within the clouds. Well enough to suggest at his position, anyway. The young brown climbed as she fell, skipping to one side in what was clearly a playful fashion, his tail tip barely missing her flank. Though when she began dismissing the other two (and at least she hadn't been too violent about it; enough ichor had been spilled already) Behruth was just a little sad. A little. For those who no longer were allowed to dance with her. She was oh so perfect to dance with, now and over the ocean waves.
Smugness. Ruskeath's inferiority had been all too clear when his claws bit, hadn't it? Inocenth coiled around Rinagth in a tight loop while she was still occupied with dismissing the worthless ones. (Of course, there still were several remaining. She must still be toying with those.) Iorath was the only real competition, and that only because he was smaller and not barely out of the egg. Inocenth cut across the other blue's path, ignoring the two young insignificants entirely, as he winged after Rinagth. Inocenth didn't bother with showmanship when he was at her back. If she couldn't see it, it wasn't worth the effort. He climbed in altitude a little to increase his speed, snapping at her tail with a playful growl. (We'll call it playful. At least, he wasn't intending to actually bite her. At the moment.) Right behind you, little greenie.
Behruth answered Rinagth's call, though his wasn't challenging. An acceptance of the challenge. As long as she permitted him to compete for that final dance, he would. The mahogany brown skimmed along the top of the clouds, dipping into a bank of darkness and twirling out of the bottom, wingtips flashing in the slow spin. Wings folded, the spin increased in speed, and he plummeted downwards off to one side of her, flinging his wings out for a stall and looping neatly to fall at her back and slightly above. Dance? Please?
Ligna meowed, looking as if she might be attempting to wriggle directly into M'ta's chest. He crooned softly. To her, to J'on...it was hard to tell. The urge to dance was really strong, but so too was the hesitance. Aggressive, the lovely green. He had little interest in feeling her claws.
Hand. His shoulder and head turned, just enough to regard her out of the corner of his eye. Where she was glaring, his expression lacked...expression. Cold. Assessing. Worth the effort? Not in the slightest. He smiled, lip drawing up in a sneer before it transformed into a full half-smile, condescension dripping. To Ino, she was Iorath, and to him - what little of F'ur remained buried somewhere - she was a she. Neither fact represented her well. His hand snapped up, digging his thumb into the tendon between thumb and forefinger. Pressure point. He shoved her arm away. Tch. Gnat.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 20, 2009 19:21:57 GMT -5
Things felt suddenly less crowded. Little did Pettahth realize at first what had just happened, Rinagth dove through the clouds and dismissed the unworthy ones leaving him as one of the few allowed to continue in the chase, and it didn't take too much longer for him to feel honored. So honored to be even considered in the slightest way by the beautiful green. He would make sure to let the green know that she had made a good choice in allowing him to stay. Despite all of her violence, despite the competitors who dared to block his way, he would carry on and fly in ways that he'd never knew he could. Today he was learning valuable threads of knowledge that he could never have picked up in his formal lessons.
A floof of cloud and a clear trail blazed through the white cumulus was the first sign that the show must go on. The second was that taunting roar, a call to arms for the ever determined brown. He might have been tired - it was his first flight after all - but never had fatigue stopped a bull headed dragon such as himself. After all, this just might be the easy part: he got to fall.
Pettahth watched as Inocenth and Behruth angled down and after Rinagth, neither of whom seemed worthy in his mind, but then again who was he to decide? He might be the mighty (because his miniscule proportions did not betray his strength) Pettahth, but he wasn't at the level of perfection that his radiant green goddess had achieved. Only one of her immaculate grace could decide which of her suitors were fit to twine necks. All he could do was put forth a good case, and he did that with speed. He curled his wings to his sides and set his tail straight so that he could achieve what he suspected was the closest thing to aerodynamics that he could. He wasn't too far behind now...
K'sel threw a look around the room, by now he had settled into a quiet satisfaction with his current little state. Sure, he felt like his blood was boiling, like the flight room was steamier than a sauna. His skin was crawling, just his clothing brushing against his skin was almost agonizing. Almost. If it didn't feel right, then at least he could say it felt good. He couldn't deny Pettahth much longer, he had to relish the experience just as much as his bonded was enthralled by the flight. An amused smirk graced his features as he watched little moments of conflict play out in front of him...the two blues all hissy over nothing. Then passing over the other brown and the feline he looked there. J'on was where the fun was.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Nov 21, 2009 18:01:37 GMT -5
J’on’s brown eyes swept around the room, examining, then he moved in a sudden burst weaving among his dragons with a sharp grace. Somehow, as he moved among them, touching, teasing, flitting from rider to rider as Rinagth’s attention shifted, T’san and G’tor were pushed aside and ignored.
Now it got down to more serious consideration of those who remained, Iorath smelt nice, J’on stalked closer to Evrgarde, running fingers over the bloodstains on the woman’s skin with mild curiosity. Then abruptly he spun away to examine M’ta. What was the feline for? A mystery. J’on wiggled a finger in front of the kitten’s nose and turned away without touching M’ta, served him right for bringing that feline with him.
Rinagth tried drifting subtly upwards with her acceleration and realised it was futile, she’d used up far too much energy to keep this Flight going long enough to be subtle, She sideslipped into a thermal and used it to propel her upward as far as it would take her then blasted back up through the clouds again. Who did she have left?
She seemed to have lost Iorath somewhere along the line, or maybe the blkue was just slow, either way she couldn’t see him. Well he’d lost then. The absent blue was swiftly dismissed from consideration. That left Behruth… hrrm maybe she should choose him? He was certainly a handsome dragon and fun to play with maybe she should stake a claim to the brown. Or maybe not.
J’on drifted over to K’sel and pressed against the brownrider teasingly. He was so young, did he even know what to do with a green? Well maybe he’d find out…
Rinagth allowed herself to drift toward Pettahth for a few moments until she was almost within touching distance of the young brown, then rumbled and spun away, She was having too much fun at this to just give up. Inocenth, there was a strange male; he was delightful and irritating by turns. But what was she going to do about it?
Rinagth prepared for another of her swift ascents, only to be thwarted after a few wingbeats by a particularly strong gust of wind that caught her and flung her backwards among the males. She hissed, thrashed around in the air trying to get some clear space, and ended up thumping her tail against another dragons. Submitting to the inevitable Rinagth rearranged herself to wind around the closest dragon, uncaring of which it was. Her talons dug into his flesh enough to remind him which of them was the chosen and which did the choosing. Hers.
Sudden fear flickered over J’on’s face like a lightning strike. No, he didn’t want to. But he needed to. With an inarticulate sound that was somewhere between a challenge and an objection the greenrider bolted across the room and did his best to pin F’ur to the ground. His blue.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 21, 2009 18:38:42 GMT -5
Behruth drifted uncertainly for a moment, twisting out of the way when Inocenth passed too close. What had happened to the other blue? A stab of suspicion caused him to eye the dark creature that circled back in a serpentine motion narrowly. Well, he didn't have a distended belly, so he hadn't eaten Iorath, anyway. Rising up, slightly, he crooned softly to Rinagth. Seemed tired, she did. Oh no! Moving to try to help (she was so small, and the crowd of dragons could be a problem) but another dragon was quicker to close on her when she faltered.
Said dragon hissed to himself, a distinctly pleased sound. This was how he prefered to win these feisty ones. Wear them out, and then steal them out from under the other males' snouts. She might think she'd chosen, but it was no coincidence that it was he who she brushed, the male snagging her as she twined with him, digging his claws in and using a thermal to buoy him as he adjusted to her weight. He snapped at her as her claws dug into him. Play nice pretty. He had no reason to hold back if she was going to be naughty.
His eyes had been on Evrgarde, and J'on was moving fast. That and the sudden aggressive need that blossomed from an irritant into a driving sensation caught him enough off guard that he was thrown back, insinctively curling to protect his head from the floor, his shoulders taking the majority of the impact. He growled, snapping at the green on top of him. His teeth closed on the kid's jaw, broke skin. Blood. He grinned at the taste, letting the green attempt to wrestle him into submission. Silly, silly thing.
It grew irritating in the next moment. He hooked a leg around J'on's, bringing his head up sharply into the boy's chin. Would be a shame if he bit off his tongue, but other than that the action wasn't that dangerous. Anyway, it wasn't as if he cared. Freeing his arms, F'ur caught the kid by the throat, not releasing his grip until J'on's struggles had weakened. He threw the kid off him. Not paying any mind to the others in the room, he tore at the boy's clothes, nipping at every spare patch of flesh. A soft, pleased growl rumbled in his throat. His. Not the other way around.
Silly green.
M'ta had already slunk out of the room, pale and just a little queasy. He ducked his head, cuddling the kitten against his chest for the warmth. Where was R'wign when you needed him? Wait...no, not R'wign. He shivered.
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