Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Mar 11, 2009 20:02:52 GMT -5
As others froze or circled - or screeched - at the fighting greens, Lust drew within range just in case they broke and got back to the business at hand, scampering nimbly up to perch on an upthrust root from a nearby tree. He stood regally, exuding both a ravenous hunger for the chase and the catch, as well as an unmasked sense of smugness. Here they were, in the middle of a double run, and instead of darting about vying over the females, the females were fighting over him. Lust, of course, found this quite fitting, displaying his frill as he oversaw the 'duel.'
The screaming Manners annoyed him, however. Vanity was his green queen, and he didn't care to have her insulted. She was, of course, allowed to fight the other green, because she was the green queen, but no 'mandyr other than the one she chose to fight should show any aggression toward her. That insulted him. Little princeling quiet, Lust commanded Manners sibilantly. Princeling quiet, Lust let princeling catch less green. Satisfied that the issue had thus been resolved (how could any other 'mandyr defy his wishes?) the bronze turned back to the ensuing chaos. His drive was eating at him, however, and his patience was fraying. Why must the green queen fight the lesser one? She was obviously better. The lesser wasn't worth notice.
VanityQueen! he called, sliding sinuously down from his perch and scampering near. VanityQueen best. No fight little ugly. Fight little ugly, no run. No run no good, he urged, almost gently. Want best male catch VanityQueen? Must run! Leave little ugly. Lust make little ugly no follow, he added gallantly, puffing up his chest just a little.
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Delighted, he was, with his lovely queen and her batting eyes. Of course she'd noticed him. He was the strongest, the best, and he would catch her. The purring at that other was ignored. She had to encourage them, or they would surely give up the chase in shame, aware of their inferiority. He smiled lustily at his clever, clever queen. It was no fun without competition, now was it?
The sudden awareness of the little stupid green brought his head around, and he calmly strode to stand a few paces back, watching the fight with burning eyes. It would amuse him greatly to see his queen destroy the gnat. Of course she was the best. He would only chase the best - the best for the best. He almost felt sorry for the silly gnat. But then someone caught the gnat, a blur of motion, and he sniffed in disdain. Clearly lesser, to allow herself to get stolen so early! And by one of the stupid winged ones, too.
"Queen," he murmured, voice low as he placed his back to the retreating gnat-green and tossed his head, gifting Vanity with a broad grin. "Run fast." He winked, then, peering up at her seductively through his lashes. "Run as fast as you can, lovely queen. I desire the chase." Pleading, in his eyes.
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The green paced on her weyrledge, pawing nervously at the stone. KaliHers liked to Fly, but this was LustKaliHers...and she would not listen. Phremath knew it was all right. This happened all the time when she Flew. The green simply had never been on this end of it before. She understood Cherilith's keening, but didn't trust herself to speak to him. Besides...she thought he might be distressed if she spoke to him since Lust was part of the problem. Well, lust was all of the problem, but the mandyr Lust was part of it too.
Checkoth? That cute two-tail brown sweetie that owned KaliHers favorite infirmary boy. Where is here? Phremath asked him, a touch confused, though that probably had a lot to do with the disorientation of having a Lust-Mine. Lust is chasing. KaliMine was late, and now she is the bronze pest. Do you need me to come to you, Checkoth? Yours is fine?
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Post by nightingale on Mar 12, 2009 13:53:29 GMT -5
Freckle knitted herself a string of jibbering curses as Vanity made her attack, rearing back onto her hind legs to escape the reach of the smaller green's snapping jaws. She swatted at her opponent's head but wasn't really balanced enough to deliver a proper attack. It seemed that the adoration and reassuranced offered to her by the males who had chased her onto the riverbank was having some effect on her temper, and so instead of trying to snap Vanity's neck, she dropped down on top of her head and pinned it against the ground with her front paws.
Frecklepretty! Mine! Minemine! Vanityuglypest! She hissed, using her unwilling step stool as a lever to push herself backward and out of harm's way. The movement was far from acrobatic, but with any luck it would give her the few seconds she needed to skitter out of range. Minepretties! Uglypretties Vanity! With Collision's retreat and the realization of how infuriatingly NOT obessed with her Lust was, the little green was suddenly far more willing to allow the chase to continue. Vanity had a silly blue and a vilepest bronze, but SHE had a flying brown, a blue and a clever bronze who insulted Vanity for her. She trilled prittily, then turned and darted off toward the riverbank. She sent Vanity a wave of cruel satisfaction. Poor greenpest. Well, she could still chase her if she wanted.
Saeo crouched low to the ground, watching for some opening in Sel'n defenses. In her current state, it simply didn't register that this was her weyrlingmaster, or that he was easily twice her size with mass to spare. She was ready for him when he charged, and shreiked her defiance, ready to pounce and rip out his throat with her teeth if necessary -and then something hit her. The girl let out a little squack of alarm, but in the moment it took her to understand what was going on, C'oar already has her pinned and was running.
"Shineypest!" She squealed, squirming in a desperate and useless bid for freedom. She hadn't picked this stupid shiney pest! How DARE he take her away from her males!? "Nonononononononono! FreckleMINE! Dungheadpest no! Mine! MIIIIINE! MINE MAUL SHINEYSTORMPEST!!!" The request had been clearly issued: Whichever male rescued her from this idiotic shiney notHers would be her mate, and that was a promise they could count on. She then left off screaming and focused her attention on gnawing a hole in her captor/benefactor's arm.
Cherilith trembled, the high pitched whine never really leaving his throat as he stared at the open door. Mine needs me! She needs her Cherilith! Ebolath you know that I must go to her! I must protect her! There are too many for yours to protect her from Frosstyth! He keened in alarm as he suddenly felt the prickle of claws on his neck, but refrained from moving as the unexpected passenger announced herself as a flitter. No little queen! Mine is not in the infirmary! The blue whimpered, too occupied with to keep himself calm to fully understand whas she was suggesting. We must go and get her before we can bring her to yours, or he must catch her or...or yours can bring her to him Frosstyth! Tell him that is where he must take her![/i]
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Post by Rei on Mar 12, 2009 16:44:33 GMT -5
Vanity hissed in anger as her head was pinned. STUPID. WeakuglyFreckle! I Queen! You nothing You ugly, I beautiful. She spat and then frilled as the ugly green danced away. She had won! She had won and the ugly green had lost. This much was clear to the green. Freckle had backed away first and as such she was the coward. The loser. Let her sister take her inferior flyer and her pitiful males and run away. She would out shadow the ugly with her own dazzling males and a chase that would put Freckle’s to shame.
A final spat and frill extension marked the end of her attention towards Freckle and Vanity turned to her males. With a playful flick of her tail she leapt over Lust and clung to the rock skittering over it to begin her marvelous run. The green flattened her frill, for less resistance, and sped across the ground towards the thick ribbon of muddy brown that marked the swollen river. Come chase. BEST male win. Vanity love. She purred as her glowing form snaked through the river reeds. Her green hide blended in almost seamlessly, the only indication of her presence being her green glow. If they fell too far behind they might lose her to her camouflage. Which male would be clever enough, quick enough to capture her attention first?
Sel’n gave a snarl of rage as his quarry was grabbed up and taken from him. “Run greenpest! I win!” He snarled, before Lust/Kalierre caught his attention. She purred back at her bronze noting the pleading look. Yes they should all give her the attention she deserved. They should forget about the ugly and get to the matter at hand. Who would prove themselves good enough to be her mate?
Sel’n gave a lustful purr and suddenly shot out towards the river. “Come! Run! Catch!” He poured on the speed and concentrated on the river ahead his long legs eating up the grass. She would give them a chase to remember.
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Ebolath gave a croon and pressed her body tighter to Cherilith’s her own concern echoed in her yellow orange eyes. It is ok Clutchbrothermine. Frosstyth’s mine will help yours. Do not worry we are here for you as well. She curled her tail around his as much to soothe as to restrain if necessary. Her own fright at her bonded’s sickness and her fight with Jaymith were now a long forgotten memory only remembered when her bonded’s mind drifted back to that day. Which was hardly ever now. The entrance of the Queen fire lizard and Frosstyth was almost not noted. She touched minds with her bonded to speak privately to the woman.
Raymine what is wrong with Saeo? She is not right. Is she sick? Raylin shook her head and continued to stroke Cherilith’s eye ridges trying to project soothing thoughts to the group at large. She will be ok Ebolath. She is running now. I will explain it better later, for now lets just try and keep Cherilith as calm as we can. The weyrling turned her attention to her blue flitter and Vega obediently winked between. Poor Saeo and Cherilith, things were definitely going to get worse before they got any better.
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Post by dragon on Mar 12, 2009 19:31:29 GMT -5
Val chirped with excitement, and turned to dash off after Vanity, little legs working as fast as he could make them go as he chased. Speed he demanded of them, propelling himself quickly over rocks, under logs, spraying leaves in all directions as he ran. His Vanity was running, finally, instead of fighting that wierd ugly one. The weird ugly one was not worth the attention of his Green Queen, anyway.
Pretty shiny run! Run pretty. Pretty keep! Val keep! Pretty keep Val? he issued, pelting after her as fast as he could go. Leaping, he impacted the side of a stone. Scrambling over the top, he spread his little wings as far as they would go, and leapt onward again. Gliding for a few seconds, he landed with a soft kiss in the leaves, scurrying onward again. He kept his own frill tight down to his neck, not wanting it to slow him down, even though he wanted to display for all he was worth, and show off his magnificent blue ... and maybe even hide his embarrassing white behind, behind it. But no ... if he did that, he'd slow down and lose valuable speed.
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As soon as she lit out at a dead run for the river, Val was hot on her heels. Despite still not having caught his breath from the run down to the barracks, he was off again, following in strides almost as long, toward the river.
Golly, Vanity was fast! But, that was good! More speed needed! Yes! More speed. Stretching out and running faster on longer strides, Val made a distinct effort to keep up. Better yet, outspeed all the other chasers. That would be much better!
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C'oar realized quite shortly that he might have just junmped into a kettle of sharks, rather than a kettle of fish, when people started chasing him down spewing random nonsensical bits of insanity in his direction. In thier current states of mind, he didn't doubt that one or several of them wouldn't mind slaying him. Or at least biting him ... litterally.
Speaking of .. "Ow! Saeo! Stop that!" C'oar protested, when she started gnawing on his arm. That was hardly a nice thing to do. He did his best to make her stop chewing on him, as he frantically looked for someplace to run and barr the door. He knew he couldn't keep running like this. Though ... with so many mad people running after him, he couldn't help but run even faster. He couldn't let them catch him ... or her for that matter.
At that point in time, Frosstyth mentioned something about the infirmary to him, and C'oar changed directions slightly, heading there. It woudl be really really good if somehow there was someone really there, waiting to help out. Cause things were starting to get a little scary. Okay ... a little more than scary.
He ran for all he was worth, still trying to convince Saeo to stop chewing on his arm, and shouldered a door open. Sidestepping around the door, he dropped Saeo onto her feet, and slammed the door shut. He fastened it tight, and then looked for something else to barr it with. Finding a table, he dragged it across the doorway, and then dropped the first heavy thing he could find on top of that.
Turning around, he took a moment to eyebally where he had just barred himself into ... with a rather crazy, lunatic Saeo. This could get quite interesting ... if not dangerous. "Shut up, Saeo, you sound like an idiot, rattling on like that." he warned, quietly, hoping no one had seen them dash through this door, even though that was unlikely.
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Post by Tashe on Mar 13, 2009 17:22:02 GMT -5
Yes. His prettyshiney was indeed the best! She was so cunning, clever, and merciful! Freckleprettyshiny could have killed Vanity uglyprettyshiny, but she just pinned the other notlovely. Oh she was smart! Twitching his tail back and forth as he continued to send supportive croons and feelings at his Prettyshiney, Nuisance paced happily. Prettyshiny smart. PrettyFreckle winwinwin. Want! And then suddenly the chase was on again. Leaping forward in an almost giddy anticipation, the Blue scuttled quickly behind his prettyshiny. Switching between running and hopping, Nuisance did his best to keep on Frecklepretty's tail. Though the sand on the bank was harder to run on than the nonshifty brown ground with grass.
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"Stupidpest! Give Shineypretty back!" He leapt over a bush in his attempts at rescuing Freckle, but a mere bush wasn't going to stop him from saving her. Stupidhead could even run through ten bushes and it wouldn't stop him! How dare he, how dare he, how dare he! If he ever caught up to the stupidhead, he was going to sure teach him a lesson! No stupidhead rundisturber can get away with what he did!
Snarling in pleasure as his Prettyshiny began to gnaw on the Stupidhead's arm, E'rro continued trying to decrease the distance between him and his prey. Why was the stupidhead running to the Redworthome? He was trying to hide? Yesyes. That had to be it. He remembered Stupidhead being at the Redworthome before. But the Stupidhead didn't know that E'rro knew every inch of that Redwort home. Oh no he did not! He was going to find prettyshiny faster than anyone else, they were now heading toward /his/ territory. Stupid stupidhead.
Coming about as the Stupidhead angled himself for a doorway, the Blue put on a burst of speed and... ran straight into the door, having the misfortune of hitting into it /after/ the table had been set in place. Growling as he rubbed his shoulder in pain, E'rro winced, somehow knowing that was going to hurt a lot more later on. Using his good arm and fist to bang on the door, he then proceeded to curse at the Stupidhead while he tried to open the door. "STUPIDHEAD. LAMEFACE. DUNGHEAD. Let prettyshiny go. NO YOURS. You no chase! FRECKLE NOLOVE. LAMEDUNGHEADFACE."
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Post by glamourie on Mar 14, 2009 3:49:27 GMT -5
Yours is the bronze thing!? Checkoth replied to Phremath, no small amount of alarm in his ‘voice’ as he spoke. Not good! Oh, but she was concerned for R’wignHis? Silly, silly green! R’wignHis was the bestest of them all. He wasn’t caught up in runlust or anything. R’wignHis was the bestest; he was the only one who could resist. Even Phremath’s couldn’t. That made him by far the only one on Pern who was that special. (Checkoth did not yet understand that salamandyrs and fire lizards were not exactly alike in that regard and, being naïve as he was, he probably never would.) No no, R’wignmine is just fine. R’wignmine doesn’t leave me when the little cousins fly. But - Phremath, if Yours is there, what happens at the Infirmary? R’wignmine and I are staying here because Cherilith is upset and maybe someone will bring him here. Can’t you hear him? Cherilith is very scared. R’wignmine says Cherilith’s squirmy thing is Running and it’s confusing Cherilith… we have to help him. I don’t want him to get hurt!
As Checkoth relayed the message of Kalierre’s salamandyr being involved in the chase, R’wign’s alarm increased tenfold. Even Collision reappearing (in a corner, likely to sleep) didn’t soothe his nerves. If the Weyr’s leading dragon healer wasn’t there, what to do? That blue did sound distressed. He forced himself to remain calm (quite a feat considering he didn’t know what exactly to do) and tried to calm Checkoth as well. No sense panicking. They’d work it out - things always worked out in the end… but in that split second, he was very glad he’d never Impressed any salamandyrs. If Checkoth was that worried over Cherilith, they’d have been doomed had he been in the same position. Completely doomed. Relax, Check -- Relax. We’ll take care of Cherilith and His. Try talking to him. Explain to him that His will be okay. Keep him talking to you, okay?
The blue’s distress only heightened Ellie’s frantic feelings and the little queen sent another image of the infirmary, more insistent than before. She did not understand how he could be misunderstanding her and she fluted to him, trying to calm him. Her eyes were rapidly swirling and she chattered nervously. Why wasn’t he listening to her? She flashed an image of R’wignHers in the infirmary, her distress growing more evident. He was so upset and it hurt her to see anything that bothered. The little queen did the only thing she could do: she rubbed her entire body on his eye ridges in an attempt to calm the young blue. What could she do to make them understand her? She flashed more images of the infirmary, more insistently, to both the young brown and the young blue… and then the green dragon, hoping to get her point across better. Maybe one of them would understand?
The door to the infirmary opened at that exact minute, and R’wign spun around to see -- that girl. The girl who worked on the night shift, and from her fighting, he was guessing that it related in some way to the Run. Shard it.
“She can’t stop, she’s lost in Mandyrlust. They don’t listen. She can’t be allowed to be caught,” R’wign said to C’oar; he recognized him from the time they’d had kitchen chores together. Rather than wait for a response, though, R’wign half-dashed over to the pair and helped shove the table in front of the door. His own face lit up in alarm. “We have to keep her in here, like this. I’ll get Checkoth to guard the dragon entrance in case one of them gets inventive and tries to climb -- or if she tries to get out that way. You can’t keep holding her that way though, she’ll hurt you.” Something else had to be done. Clearly the salamandyr-girl was unaware of what was going on around her. He glanced at her for a moment before shaking his head. “This is going to sound -- almost bad. But I think we should restrain her to one of the cots and keep everyone out until the Run is over. Hopefully that will work. I’m pretty sure that Uu’n managed to resist, but I don’t know if he and Adith are awake to even ask them what they did when Daeluunya ran for the first time, and K’lir would have no idea what to do from this perspective…”
It sounded like a plan to him. Checkoth picked up on his rider’s instructions and moved over to block the dragon exit as best his body could; he wasn’t as big as any of the bronzes, by any stretch of the imagination, or a full grown brown, but he was an imposing figure… if one ignored that he was, in fact, a giant cuddle bunny in the end. Phremath, will you help me keep the people out of the infirmary? Cherilith’s is here and we have to keep her safe from them, R’wignmine says, or it’ll be horrible for Cherilith. I don’t think I’m big enough… His natural choice to ask for help would have been Behruth, but he was already talking to Phremath, so it seemed only proper to ask her. Besides, the infirmary was Hers.
Speaking came from behind him and R’wign turned to look at the door with alarm. Was that… E’rro? Shard it! Shard it! “It’s a good thing Checkoth moved. E’rro would know the entrance to here,” R’wign added, half-dashing to one of the cupboards. From the side he pushed it, using all of his strength to do so. Despite being so comical in behavior, R’wign wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination, and he wasn’t weak, either. It didn’t take him long to get the cabinet in place behind the table, just in case E’rro managed to break part of the door down. Out there, he was going to hurt himself, though. What to do, what to do?
“We can either restrain her, and hope she stops connecting this strongly, or we can let her run around the infirmary as if she’s in the Run -- and hope she doesn’t realize none of her chase-- shards.” That didn’t work. At least one of Freckle’s chasers was there with her. Though he wasn’t any danger to Saeo -- if worse came to worse, R’wign would tie her down to keep her safe.
Indeed, Hazard was chasing. The brown chattered angrily at Lust. He recognized him. Enemy. Thought himself king of the infirmary. He wasn’t. The normally mild tempered brown growled low in his throat, ready to attack the bronze salamandyr. Fortunately, he stayed back - stayed back and out of the way. However, as soon as Freckle started running again, he took to flying, gliding overhead by a considerable distance. That height put him directly above the salamandyr, in case she decided to launch into the air. The brown fire lizard cast a glance at his competitors and then swept down toward the green at an angle -- keeping himself far enough away from the salamandyrs as to prevent sabotage. He was oblivious to R’wignHis, neatly ignoring his bonded in favor of the flight, so he missed some of the alarm streaming off of Checkoth.
If he knew, he’d probably have felt guilty.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Mar 14, 2009 13:25:08 GMT -5
She is. Now Phremath sounded a bit unsure. She thought that it was normal, KaliHers thinking she was the little git, but Checkoth sounded like she definitely shouldn't be thinking that. Pacing on her weyrledge, Phremath made as if to take wing, but...there was no wind. There was absolutely no wind! If she flew now, at best she'd just glide down and be further away from the infirmary than ever. At worst...The green let out a howl of frustration. I can't fly on a day like this without Mine, Checkoth, she told him, the frustration beginning to edge toward panic.
The Lust/Kali paused uncertainly, shaking her head with a low growl. He had to run, had to catch the glorious queen of mandyrs barreling toward the river. Springing into his knees, he took off in pursuit. Frustration tore at him. Well, of course! Vanity was already too far ahead. Then a needling of fear caught in her breast and she stumbled slightly in confusion. What? Shaking it off, he poured on the speed.
Salenth. The infirmary! I need to be at the infirmary. As Checkoth spoke again, her desperation spiked. Is Yours too busy? Give us a moment; Mine is running. I'll collect him. We don't have a moment, Salenth. Please hurry. Cherilith's little...wingless flutter...is running. She's been brought to the infirmary, but the others are chasing her! His response came back tight. We'll be right there.
Growling, Lust executed a little hissy wriggle in the direction of Freckles, just to make sure she was gone for good. He almost didn't notice Vanity's leap. The bronze managed to rein in the urge to scramble all over himself to follow her, but barely. Lust chase, he assured her, sparing no more effort for words. He whipped around and skirted the stone, staying up a little away from the riverbank, the energy seeping into his legs as he sought to draw parallel.
Salenth appeared in the air some small distance from the weyrs. Jump, Phremath, he commanded sharply, not in the mood to waste any time. His wings carried him higher, half blotting out the sun. The little green obeyed without thought, straining her wings to try to pick up a breeze. She was carried outwards a little, but there simply was no wind. A fist seemed to grip her hearts. She was going to fall, and the bronze wasn't fast enough to ca- But he was, the green emitting a sharp cry as the bronze's claws closed over her shoulders and they were suddenly borne upward on huge wings. Salenth soon had them circling the infirmary. I've brought Salenth and His, Phremath informed Checkoth, rather unnecessarily as the bronze's great bass roar erupted. He released Phremath ten feet above the ground at the back of the infirmary, cutting across the corner of the building. His landing was somewhat ungainly, but a second scream parted his jaws, hopefully startling enough to halt the attack on the infirmary for a few seconds. S'rei leapt from his back, rolling to his feet to sprint for the entrance.
KaliMINE!
Staggering, she nearly ran headfirst into a tree, clipping her shoulder. Kalierre crashed sharply to her knees. The desire to chase and catch slid through her mind, but it had lost its hold between the mental scream and the radiating pain. Phremath's emotions had always been far stronger to the dragonhealer than Lust's. Wha-? Phremath, what's wrong? Suddenly afraid for her dragon, she thrust herself upwards, casting a glance at Sel'n's retreating back and shaking off the desire to follow. Cherilith's is at the infirmary, Mine. And all the pets of the chasers are trying to get in! Salenth and Checkoth and Theirs are here, but...
Kalierre whirled, breaking into a dead run even though she had no real hope of catching up with the stream of people she could barely make out fading through the trees in the opposite direction. We can't let them in, Phremath! Not just because of Cherilith's. When Cherilith's mandyr is caught, the others will need to...the patients and the healers would be in danger. Salenth and Checkoth must not let them in. We are trying, Mine.
Only one had made it to the door thus far. S'rei had no way of knowing that it was barred, so there was really only one solution that presented itself. As Salenth paced forward, wings flaring, to try to cut the others off and perhaps terrorize them out of their mandyrlust, S'rei dove at E'rro, his shoulder slamming into the brownrider's stomach from the side as they went down in a heap. The bronzerider mentally winced. He hoped he hadn't broken anything.
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Post by weaving on Mar 15, 2009 11:11:03 GMT -5
Jermsyan continued after Saeo and C’oar, shouting insults at the man who dared to steal his beautygreen. He wasn’t chasing her so he couldn’t catch her! The man hissed and sped forward, the gap closing with every stride. He wasn’t quite fast enough though, for up ahead, he saw E’rro run into the infirmary door just as it closed in his face. His beautygreen was in the infirmary! The young man knew all about that place. He went there every night. There were other ways to get in. Other ways that the other chasers wouldn’t know. Then he could get in and save his beautygreen and she would pick him. The plan was perfect. Except for the rather large bronze dragon in his path of course.
Jermayan let out a squeal at the sudden appearance of Salanth, darting off the path and into the growth that lined the way to the infirmary. There had to be a way around the uglywings, he thought, surveying the situation for a moment. What if he snuck around him, hidden by the vegetation! With that idea in mind, the healer began crawling through the bushes, keeping an eye on Salanth to be sure that he didn’t attract the bronze’s attention. Perhaps the other males would be scared by it and give up! He kept moving, already plotting out how he would get inside. First, try the windows. If all of those were blocked, there was always the dragon entrance. Not many folks knew about that. He’d probably be the first and maybe the only one to make it in.
Finally, his beautygreen had left the fight! Manners crooned lovingly to her as she broke away from Vanity. What skill, what grace his lovely had proven. Lovely Frecklemine beauty grace. Better than evil Vanityugly. Prettier, shinier, best in weyr Frecklepretty. As the green of his choice took off down the river bank, Manners followed with no delay lest he fall too far behind. He glanced to see if the other chasers followed. The winged brown was there, ahead. Cheat! Not fair! The words were aimed toward Hazard, who indeed, was using his wings to an unfair advantage. He didn’t worry too much though, confident that Freckle had enough sense to realize who was truly the best.
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Post by hseru on Mar 25, 2009 19:22:47 GMT -5
Pep almost panicked when he saw Freckle and Vanity duking it out. He gave a wordless screech of encouragement to Vanity, as his chosen Pretty, and was glad when the two greens finally broke apart, his frill wide and bright to help drive the unworthy ones away. Yes yes, Prettypretty, goodpretty! PepchasePretty! He called to her when she launched off the rock towards the river, beckoning her own males into the Run with renewed vigor.
Pep churned his legs to put on some speed now that the confusion of before had been resolved to some degree. He was happy that the run was on, and now he had the Pretty green to chase until the end, instead of fretting over a fight. It was too much for his small mind to take in, and the simple need and speed of the run washed away his previous doubts and gave him renewed energy.
The blue followed diligently, twisting his way through the river reeds after her distant glowing form, his mind free to contemplate how pretty his green was. He was agile enough to weave his way through much of the route she chose, and soon he had closed some of the distance lost in the confusion.
Lanthos/Pep moved in concern around the Pretty, mumbling to himself, but he shot off after Sel'n as soon as the conflict came to an end, happy. "Prettygreen! Pep chase!" He yelled before his breath was taken up with running after his fleet green. His own long legs were able to at least keep up with his Pretty for now, and he felt the latent endurance in him spring to life. He could keep running forever after his Pretty if needed!
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Post by nightingale on Mar 26, 2009 21:08:24 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait guys. -____- If I take more than three days to post here again, Dee has the authority to play Freckle and Saeo.))
The wild look in her stormy eyes coupled with the blood smeared across her cheeks was more than enough to make Saeo look like a ravening sociopath. The girl stumbled as she was finally released, her thin frame trembling with exhaustion as she dragged herself to her feet and sent an unnerving hiss in C'oar's direction."Vilebad shineypest!" She panted, the darkness in her features suggesting that she might try for his jugular any moment. "Notminelove! Notmine! BAD! Bad bad BAD! Freckle maulbadpest! PESTPESTPESTPESTPEST!!"
Weather the event was fortunate or not, R'wign chose that exact moment to approach them. The mandyr-posessed girl's expression softened at once, and she seemed oblivious to the fact that he was actually helping to pen her into the infirmary. He had found her! Her clever flying brown had found her and was going to save her from the shineypest! "Mineminemineminemiiiiine~" She crooned adoringly, latching onto the front of the healer's shirt and pressing her breasts against him in blatantly sexual flirtation. She bit her lower lip and flicked her eyes up at him. Their surface was glazed with a smouldering passion that she could never have conjured without the aid of her salamandyr. "Minelove. Maul badpest Frecklelove? Freckle looooove~"
Using sex to tempt your boss into killing one of your best friends because he saved you from being raped? Perfectly sensible in context.
The mother of said context had already forgotten Vanity, and was focusing all of her attention on weaving her way through the tall grass at the edge of the jungle as gracefully as possible. She was far from the bolt of green lightning her sister so perfectly resembled, but the mandyr was nothing if not determined to impress the males in her wake. She vaulted pebbles (unsucessfully for the most part) ducked under fallen twigs (snagging her wings in the process) and trilled a siren song that belied her body and personality in it's sweetness. She was the one they had come to see, and she wasn't about to disapoint!
Unfortunately for the little green, her legs were rapidly growing stiff and tired. She was built for speed, not endurance, and the fact irritated her in that she would have quite liked to test her males more thoroughly. Well, she supposed it wouldn't be so bad to end things now...but which one would she pick? Something better than Vanity of course. Vanity had two blues and a bronze, and she had a blue, a bronze and a flying brown. If Vanity picked a blue, then she could chose anyone she wanted...but if she picked a bronze...what was better than a bronze?
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Post by Rei on Mar 27, 2009 13:27:27 GMT -5
Vanity was pleased with her chasers. Oh yes very, very pleased. Shooting out of the reeds the green clung to a branch overhanging the river. She wound her way up the branch and launched herself onto another, shooting into the leaf cover allowing her camouflage to possibly confuse her males.
This way she danced from branch to branch, leaf cluster to leaf cluster. Vanity stopped to preen and pose occasionally, when one of her males seemed to lose his way. A quick tail tap for Lust. A quick word for Val. A small jump for Pep. A game of hide a seek to keep them interested. Yes keep them interested she must. They wanted to be the best didn’t they? Wanted to be hers?
Vanity darted into a particularly thick cluster of leaves and examined her males. Which would be hers? Which should she pick. She scrambled higher and higher into the trees planning to leap off the highest point and let her male catch her mid glide.
Would it be Val with his caressing words and obvious enthusiasm? Pep with his large stature and stunning coloration? Or the only bronze, Lust, with his domineering attitude and amazing frill? Decisions, decisions. The green looped up to the tallest point on the jungle tree and gave a last downward glace. Now, now was the time.
Sel’n/Vanity sprinted along the rushes and crashed into the jungle underbrush there she found thick patches to hide in. The mandyrman occasionally popped out to dance and pose around a pursuer. She circled around Dorava and posed for Lanthos. Before stopping for a second in a moment of confusion. Where was her bronze? Had he abandoned her? The thought of him leaving her caused a snarl to pass across his face but the presence of her other chasers soothed her somewhat. She took off across an open field in a last spurt of glorious energy. The time to chose was drawing near, which would it be? Which would she claim as hers for now and always?
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Post by dragon on Mar 27, 2009 19:36:13 GMT -5
C'oar jerked forward again, away from the door and after Saeo again. He peeled her off of R'wign, who he shot a warning look to. "Don't you dare. If you even try it, I'll break your nose." C'oar warned, without a trace of maliciousness. It was a fair, honest warning. C'oar didn't want to have to beat R'wign off, but he would defend Saeo, defend Cherilith's sanity at all costs. "I'll hang onto her. She's ripped me open already, anyway." C'oar stated. "You ... you keep them out." C'oar jerked his chin at the door, at the windows.
And then he lifted Saeo clear of the floor again, and searched for a place to restrain her, a place to hide her. Someplace where she also couldn't bite his ear off. Or anything else for that matter. His arm twinged, and he was quite aware of the damage she'd already done to him, red lines streaking his thick forearm, spattering over his trousers below.
"You have no idea how maniacal you look." He informed Saeo, even though she couldn't hear him. And then he jerked open a small closet. There were all kinds of things in there, and it was not at all suitable for what he needed. Too many small, fragile, or dangerous items to make it at all feasable. He shut it again, and looked around.
"Is there anywhere small with no windows or other doors we can put her?" He asked, hoping R'wign still had his wits about him, and wasn't too busy oogling. Like everyone else in the sharding area. "Merely restraining her isn't going to keep those mandyr minded people from ravaging her. And her weyrling's too young for that." C'oar stated. No, restraints would not do.
"STOP BITING ME!!"
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Valiant streaked up the limb after Vanity, cheeping and chirping after her, leaping from one branch to the next, following her. He didn't want to lose her in that greenery, and he knew it would be all too easy for her to do just that. All the times she hid, though, he only lost track of her once. And he made up for it with an extra spurt of energy. He didn't want to fall behind, oh no. Too much was at stake in this! He would give it his all, he would give her his all. Valiant was determined to do his entire best. He had to work hard, to stay ahead of those others. He really really didn't want to lose ground to them.
Pretty shiney! Run pretty! Val Keep pretty! Pretty Keep Val! He encouraged, happily, flaring his frill momentarily during a spat where balance and maneuverability were more important than speed. He flattened it back down again just as soon as he had to speed off again, though, little legs whirling quickly. Pretty keep! Pretty keep! Val keep Pretty! He repeated.
Dorava was an echo of Val, to a point. The only difference being, that she had to use air to speak the words, rather than think them. The self same air that was needed so desperately to run with. So every now and then the words came out as a wheeze, rather than anything coherent. She tore into the bushes after Sel'n/Vanity, without a care that the branches yanked and clawed at her hair or clothes. Do/Val spun a quick periouet in place when the object of her desires circled her, and then took off after him again. She was going to run until her lungs burst, or Val left off, one or the other, apparently. As the run progressed, more of her words became more gasp and less voice.
Even fit as she was, from being a rider, she was still no marathon runner, and was not used to this much all out running.
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Post by glamourie on Mar 28, 2009 2:54:46 GMT -5
You know, if there was one thing R’wign could confess to, it was that he didn’t like threats. Oh, most people didn’t, in the sense that it made them uncomfortable or nervous, or periodically spiteful, but R’wign was particularly ornery: Telling him not to do something and then threatening him as to what would happen if he did was usually an excellent way of convincing him to do that very thing. He responded very badly to attempts at intimidation, likely because he had an ego the size of a gold dragon; it took something special to truly frighten him and even then he was not likely to show it. So it was that C’oar’s threat received nothing more than a hint of malice and the urge to see if the boy would make good on it, not because he found Saeo terribly attractive (quite the opposite really; R’wign always preferred a challenge and having someone throw herself at him was actually a major turn-off), but because C’oar threatened him if he dared to do so. Did the boy not realize how stupid it was to say things like that?
Alas, there were three major stepping blocks that made any attempts at petty revenge not an option. The first was a very distressed blue who was probably getting worse with each passing second, and the second was the only brown on Pern with two tails. What C’oar so unintelligently overlooked was that Checkoth was still too young for R’wign to do anything… with anyone. It would confuse him almost as much as it did Cherilith. While R’wign was sure he could talk his brown through it and keep him calm (he had utter faith in Checkoth, beyond all fathomable reason), he wouldn’t ever really consider doing something to harm him. Only a fleeting urge in revenge lasting only seconds. The third and final reason was trouble with a capital T which rhymed with flee, the response most people had upon meeting R’wign’s girlfriend: Marra. Despite all appearances and his flirtatious behavior, he was faithful to her. Had been for almost three Turns. Why would it change just because some blue weyrlingrider was throwing herself at him? Really?
“Oh yes,” R’wign drawled as C’oar pulled the girl away. His expression remained perfectly serious as he stared right at C’oar, deadpan voice emphasizing his words, “Animalistic girl lost in salamandyr lust, oh baby, baby, I just can’t contain myself, whatever will I do - oh, oh, help me, I have to have her all at once. Stop me, sir, or I might do something we’ll all regret. Nothing like a woman in primal lust babbling nonsense to stir a man’s urges.” If it wasn’t obvious he was being sarcastic, the fact that he was staring at C’oar as he said it would probably give him away. Subtlety, thy name was R’wign.
Satisfied he’d made his point, R’wign waved dismissively. While it was true he did feel something for the girl, he had no intentions of acting on it whatsoever. She wasn’t his type, she wasn’t in her right mind, he was taken -- just no. It wouldn’t have been right, and he was considering taking great offense that C’oar believed he would take advantage of her. That thought in mind, he pointed toward the dragons before replying, “Even if I wanted your little girlfriend, which I don’t as I have my own who I care very much for, I couldn’t do anything without confusing and upsetting Checkoth. Do you really think I am so daft as to risk hurting the creature who loves me most in the world? If you do, you’re more foolish than I thought. Hazard is a fire lizard, you dead glow. I’ve got five of them who look to me. Really. Like one of them is going to get a rise out of me. I can resist queen dragon flights. This is nothing. Now, if you’re through, you should probably stop wasting your time babbling at her. She only sees your bronze flit, not you.”
Oblivious to R’wign’s comments about him, Checkoth stood up and trumpeted a greeting to Phremath and Salenth. Their arrival sent a wave of relief over him. He idolized Salenth, he did, and it made him very glad to see the biggest and bestest bronze on Pern was there to help. Surely they would keep Cherilith’s safe! The brown wiggled happily and he moved to more effectively guard the dragon entrance before crooning. Salenth is here, Salenth is here, we are all safe! he announced to R’wign, and felt a twinge of amusement from his rider. He ignored it. I knew you’d rescue us Phremath, you’re the bestest! Adoringly crooning to the green, the brown weyrling spread his wings as wide as he could. All we’ve gotta do now is keep out the others and I can sit on them, I can. Oh, oh, I must tell Cherilith that Salenth is here and Salenth will keep His safe. He will surely be very relieved. Salenth is a heeeero! Not caring that Phremath and Salenth could hear his obvious enthusiasm, the brown wriggled again. Cherilith, Cherilith, mine and Frosstyth’s have Yours here safe, and Salenth is here. Salenth saved mine from the furries once. Yours is safe, Cherilith, we will keep her safe, we will! I promise we’ll keep all the baddies out if I have to sit on ‘em, I will! And he meant every word. Two tails and all, he’d sit on anyone who came too close.
Rubbing his temples (in part to clear out some of the sudden surge of feeling that came from having something decidedly female pressed up against him for the first time in ages), R’wign glanced back at C’oar. He exhaled sharply before pointing at the beds. “If she’s restrained, we’re free to keep anyone who wants to grab her. If you’re busy holding her, you can’t well do much. The point of restraining her is to keep her from hurting herself or you. And we can keep everyone else from hurting her. Salenth is outside, he brought S’rei - I’m guessing that loud thud -” He glanced toward the door, “- was him. Which means we’ve got help out there. Checkoth called Phremath for help, he’s worried sick about Cherilith. I’m not dumb, you know; I’m an apprentice dragon healer too, Kalierre’s been teaching me since I got here.” He was agitated, and grouchy. He knew it. But hopefully it would be forgiven once the salamandyr chose and everything was - was - was safe. “So are you going to help me with her or not?”
She was running so quickly! Hazard (like Checkoth, oblivious to his human part’s discomfort/annoyance) flew after the shiny beauty as fast as he could. He was higher in the air, flying as fast as his wings would carry him to keep up, and the vines and tangled mesh at the edge of the jungle meant he had to duck around them to keep up. The obstacle course was troublesome, and he nearly fell twice, but still managed to stay in the air. Her trilling was responded to with his own musical flute, adoring in its sound and encouraging; let her drag them through the forest if she wanted, he could keep up, and he did not feel threatened at all by the little runners. He was the only one with proper wings there. Didn’t that make him the best?
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Post by weaving on Mar 28, 2009 4:13:58 GMT -5
Crawl crawl crawl. Stop. Make sure that pesky bronze ugly wings didn’t see him. Keep going. He moved as quickly as possible, heading not for the main entrance, which was blocked, but for the dragon entrance, which was unknown to most. He bet that he was the only one who knew about it, which would mean he’d be the first to get to his Frecklelove and save her from her captor. Then she would love him forever. How could she resist the male who freed her?
Finally he made it past Salenth and S’rei enough that he felt that it would be safe to stand. Dirt and grass stains marked his clothing, but he didn’t even bother to brush the excess off, breaking out into a sprint the moment he managed to stand upright. The idea of anyone blocking the lesser used entrance hadn’t even occurred to him, making Checkoth all the more surprising when he saw him. No matter. He would get past him and save his Freckle. She was just past the weyrling, he knew it. All it would take was a bit of trickery…
“Big Wings two tails MOOOOOOVE!” As he let loose his battle cry, Jermayan charged forward, straight toward the weyrling. Forget using sneaky skills. Full on assault was always a good idea too. Never mind that the brown was quite a bit larger and was fully looking forward to sitting on anyone who tried to get past him. He had it all under control. Clearly Checkoth would be cowed by his yelling and running skills and would simply turn tails and flee. Because humans were so imposing.
Meanwhile, back at the Run, Manners was continuing his chase wholeheartedly. She had to be growing tired, his Frecklelove, and then she would choose. He was the best, she surely had to realize that, and surely he would choose her over the others. The flying brown was a cheat, and cheats were no good and the other was a blue, something he was clearly better than. His Frecklelove was smart and so he had faith in her decision. She deserved the best and he was clearly the best.
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Post by hseru on Mar 28, 2009 19:09:26 GMT -5
As Vanity made a leap for the overhanging branches, Pep was a short step behind, now quite caught up. He almost missed the branch though on his own jump, catching it with only his front claws and swinging for half a second before his hind legs made a connection he could use to push himself into a better climbing position. He lost precious seconds, but he wasn't too far behind when he started upwards in earnest.
His long tail was especially helpful when in the trees, clinging to a branch when he paused to locate his clever, clever Pretty, or balancing him when he made upwards or outwards leaps to keep up, his inadequate wings forcing him to keep the jumps short and his running and climbing spurts longer. He cooed to her every time she paused, admiring. Pretty good, fast! Pep keep, PepPretty's! HandsomePep chase, yes! He imitated her movements as she gave those little jumps, showing that he could match her, though his brilliant frill denied him the ability to actually hide, even if he'd wanted to. He flashed it when she paused, showing her that he saw how beautiful she was, he kept up, and he'd keep up until the end.
Higher and higher he followed, wrapping his long body around the branches like a snake as he made his way up, jumping here and there and trying to stay on the same branches she'd used. They were approaching the top, and he could almost feel her deliberation. Prettyyes! He voiced once more his adoration.
Lanthos/Pep was becoming winded as he chased his fleet green, entering the jungle with the same noise as the Pretty. He stopped more than once when he lost sight of her, but she popped out to tease him with her glory, posing in a tantalizing way. He chased after these fleeting glances like a dream, then was ecstatic when she broke cover and made for the open. He could follow better at a flat run than with all the hiding and seeking! He pushed himself to the test, using the last of his breath to call out to his Pretty. "Pretty run, Pep chase! Prettypretty!" And then he panted to regain breath that would need a rest before he caught it again. His legs were burning, but he could keep to, and would!
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