Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 29, 2009 11:48:59 GMT -5
Lust streamed after Vanity, only pausing when her coloring made it difficult for him to determine where the clever beauty had disappeared to this time. Ah! There, just a little sound that wasn't the scampering feet of his rivals, a soft thud. Had she done it on purpose? He burst through a cluster of leaves to see her retreating tail. Best queen. Vanity best. Lust best. Vanity see... he told her confidently, sure she would make the only correct choice. He wasn't just a bronze, oh no! He was the king of the bronzes. Vanity didn't jump or speak to him, because she knew he'd find her with just that one light tap. Perfect green. His green.
One of the stupid blues just sped past, Lust watching him go with a touch of amusement. Where was the stupid heading? The other followed the green up the tree. Well, any mandyr could just follow another. That didn't take much originality (and he was closer to Vanity, which Lust didn't like at all.) Short of scrambling over the blue, he'd have to find a different path. Climb high, high, high yellow ball. Higher! he announced, clawing his way straight up the tree trunk. Forget silly branches and squirming around like the legless ones. He was the 'mandyr king! Straight up into the sun! Or...toward the sun, anyway. He kind of ran out of tree.
The branch he danced on, displaying brilliantly, bent beneath his weight toward a lower one, and he hopped off, gliding down to land and pose gallantly on a branch directly opposite Vanity and within reach of a single hop. Clever Vanity, he crooned, ignoring the stupid blue. Come Lust, high yellow ball? Lust and Vanity fly. Make ugly jealous, he added slyly.
His partner in crime, however, was nowhere near Sel'n. She ignored the warm need soughing through her body, straining to catch up with the people attacking the infirmary. The mandyrs attacking her infirmary. This was utter insanity. Sliding to a halt as she caught sight of S'rei attempting to...it looked like he was trying to sit on E'rro to prevent the boy from escaping...around a Salenth who looked decidedly scary right now, Kalierre didn't know whether to laugh or just...or just curse.
That's when she saw Jermayan's figure disappearing around the back and sprung after him.
If you didn't call for me... Phremath returned his croon tentatively, not nearly as sure that everything was well as the weyrling brown. She was still a little upset that she couldn't have just come herself, though she'd have time to consider that later. Now she noticed the bonebag running directly for Checkoth. What was he doing? Wriggling in confusion, she remembered Hers said they couldn't be allowed in, Phremath slipping back and stretching her body as much as she could to cover the doorway. The green was too small, but she was trying.
KaliHers put on extra speed as she rounded the corner, her only advantage being that she hadn't kept to the bushes and therefore was much closer to the two dragons than Jermayan was. Initially. He was fast, though. Realizing she only had one chance...at least before he reached the dragons and, much as she was determined to protect the infirmary, she really didn't want one of her healers hurt, either...Kalierre launched herself at the wherhandler in a low tackle aimed for his knees. If she missed there was no chance of catching him before the dragons did or he got past them all.
Kalierre didn't intend to miss.
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Post by Rei on Mar 30, 2009 10:11:46 GMT -5
Vanity watched her males scamper and climb up the tree after her. The green purred and took a final glance at each one. For better or for worse she had finally made her decision. She was queen and as such she needed the best male. The king.
Turning to Lust she displayed her frill to it’s fullest. Yes Lust best! Lust Vanity Fly. You catch queen. With that she leapt across the small distance to the bronze slamming her small body into his. The green twined her tail about him and gripped him close with her tiny claws. Lust Best. She purred. Lust mine. The twosome tumbled off the branch backwards but Vanity had every faith in her king. He would stop their downward fall. The green was confidant that she had indeed picked the best male.
Sel’n/Vanity stopped as Vanity made her choice and she turned to gaze at her pursuers. Something was amiss. Where was her bronze? Confused but unable to fight the strong lust coursing through her. He reached out and grabbed Lanthos pulling the lad close. This was not her bronze but the lust could not be fought against, he would have to do. As he tackled Lanthos to the ground, pawing at his clothing, all reason left the man. He purred lustily nibbling at the lads neck. “My bronze. Vanity’s bronze. I keep.”
Kaaoloth dropped from his hovering position in the sky and blanketed a wing over the two humans. Little sister you have sure made a mess of things. He remarked to no one in particular. The brown huffed, his eyes whirling in worried yellows. The dragon gazed balefully in the direction of the infirmary, outstretching his neck towards the distant building. How he wished he could assist the humans but the brown was unwilling to leave his unprotected, and so he stayed.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 30, 2009 13:01:48 GMT -5
Freckle's pace slowed gradually, but her stop came in once sharp movement. She dug her front claws into the turf with a tiny shriek, spinning around in an awkward half circle as her momentum sought to carry her forward against her wishes. A thoughtfully anxious little sound rose in the back of her throat.
Which one was best? Why was it so hard!? Her blue had been a very good chaser for a very long while...but now he seemed to have fallen behind the others and vanished in the tall grass. Her flying brown then? She flicked her eyes toward Hazard. He certainly wasn't very handsome...but a strange pressure in the back of her mind was making him seem very appealing for some reason. He could fly after all. Surely that counted for something? And then there was her bronze, who -now that she had managed to get a proper look at him- was very handsome indeed. He could not fly like her brown...but wait, why was she being so silly? Proper salamandyrs didn't need to fly!
Minelove Mannersnice. She crooned decisively, wrapping herself around the bronze in a blatant show of possession. She nuzzled the side of his jaw tenderly, then sank her teeth into his shoulder. Miiiiiiiine. She repeated, lapping at the trickle of blood she had drawn. A lusty satisfaction buzzed through the little green's mind as she twined herself around him. She had marked him, and now everyone in the Weyr would know he was Hers. That made him the best.
This was unfortunate for C'oar, because with Jermayan nowhere to be seen there was nothing for Saeo to do but sink her canine teeth into his arm once again. "Mine. Freckle mine. Minelove." She whimpered, straining against the arms that held her pinned. He might have been a shineypest and not nearly as good as Hers, but she needed him. She needed him RIGHT NOW.
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Post by dragon on Mar 30, 2009 14:21:57 GMT -5
"OW! Shards! She's insane!" C'oar protested, flinching around the new bite. "Alright! Let's restrain her ... can you get her off me??" He knew better than to just tear her off ... she'd take a chunk of his arm with her. But at the same time, he kept his good arm locked around her, restraining her. There was no way he was going to let her go, let her indulge in what she thought she wanted.
He lifted her clear of the floor again and toted her toward where R'wign had mentioned, and dropped her onto the cot, before trying to extract himself from her teeth. "You'd think I had a sign scrawled on me that said "BITE ME", or something." He grouched, under his breath. It seemed everyone wanted to bite him. Stupid, Pepsi ... and now Saeo. And every last one of them did it to a degree that would ensure they left thier mark on him, too.
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Frosstyth arrived at the dragon entrance to the infirmary, and added his young brown frame to the barrier there, flaring his wings outward to help cover a little more area. Are you alright, mine? he asked, concerned, able to feel the bites as well as his could.
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Post by weaving on Mar 30, 2009 19:15:27 GMT -5
He was so close. A few more steps and surely the big brown winged two tails would run away in terror and he would be able to save his lovely Freckle. Then she would thank him and love him forever. Any second now and – oompf. Something or someone had grabbed his knees, knocking the healer to the ground. Wiggling about, he was surprised to find Kalierre, though in his state of mind, he only saw Lust. He hissed, seeing this as an attack to keep him from winning his Freckle. Stupid, stupid bronze.
“Let go! I win Frecklelove. Lust get lesser green. Lust get ugly green. Freckle mine!” He struggled to break free, though the way that Kalierre had grabbed him made it impossible. Still, he tried, hoping that she would get tired of clinging to him and simply let go. As he struggled, he began trying to squirm his way forward. If she wouldn’t let go then he would simply take her with him! Then Freckle would see everything that he had had to fight against to get to her and she would call him Hers and he would be a hero. Of course, while he could see this happening in his mind, getting it to occur in all actuality was a far different matter. “Let go! Let go! Freckle mine, not yours!”
Manners could feel the slowing of the green, and as she slowed, he sped up, hoping to get to her before any of the others. Her stop caught him off guard however, and it was by sheer luck that the bronze didn’t run into her. He crooned to her, though kept his distance. She was choosing now and if he wanted to win her heart, he’d need to give her some space. He didn’t want to push her into making the wrong choice. Not now.
It seemed his patience had paid off, for in a sudden ,decisive movement, she had wrapped herself around him. He crooned loudly to her, the pleasure and lust great enough that he didn’t feel her bite him at all, though he’d surely feel it tomorrow. Frecklelooove. he trilled, thoroughly twining himself with his green.
Whatever feelings of anger toward Kalierre disappeared as Manners won the Run. Sudden, the greenrider looked like the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen. If he’d been able to, Jermayan would have pounced and taken her right there, but as it was he was only able to squirm and grab at her awkwardly. He wanted her right now. She wasn’t Saeo, but she would do.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 30, 2009 20:01:19 GMT -5
Yes! Her hold tightened around his knees as she connected, the woman using her elbows to work her way up his thighs a little before his thrashing made it necessary for her simply to hold on tightly and hope that would be enough. Jermayan wasn't exactly weak. His cries might have been amusing in another context. Here they were simply frustrating. "I'm not Lust," she hissed, annoyed as his frantic movements dragged her across the ground a short ways. Ohhh but she was not happy at all about this. That little git had better pick a mate soon.
The largest of Selenitas's bronze salamandyrs crooned loudly, his frill expanding even wider than the previous display as his chest puffed. Come, Vanity Queen, he responded sibilantly, his tail twitching slightly.
Kalierre let out a stream of curses that would have put a Hyphen miner to shame, clinging to Phremath's mind with all her might in an attempt to stay off the inevitable. Why?! For three turns she'd had that maggot, and he'd naturally chased a handful of times over those turns. Why did he have to catch this time?
Oh, did his gorgeous queen come! She hit him at full speed, the male instinctively coiling his much larger body around her small one. Letting himself fall backward instead of scrambling for his footing and probably making a fool of himself in the process - DaelMother forbid! - Lust crooned and twined as they fell headfirst towards the ground. Fly, Queen lovely. Vanity Queen mine. His small wings spread, the headlong fall turning into an awkward glide as they drifted above the ground for a few moments. He told her he'd fly her, now didn't he?
She fought it for a few more seconds, but the thighs beneath her arms suddenly felt different to her. Kalierre wanted to stroke them, to bite them, the hands awkwardly pulling at her drawing a low growl from her throat. Not his Vanity, but Lust needed, and the pretty wanted. Releasing his thighs, she reached up, catching his head by the hair and kissing him hard enough to bruise his lips, her free hand moving to the annoying clothes. They needed to be off now.
Miiiiine. This is not a good place to Fly. And that is not Dohulth's, Phremath stated nervously, attempting to move over for the little brown come to join her. KaliMine lifted her head in a snarl, and the green hunkered down, watching the strange sight miserably. She hoped Dohulth's wouldn't be mad...and right where anyone walking by could see, too!
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Post by hseru on Mar 30, 2009 21:36:05 GMT -5
Lanthos was lost in the Run, and his heart rose with joy when the Pretty turned to him after a moment of looking back at her chasers. She seemed confused, but that passed quickly as she appraised them.
Confusion ran through the back of his own mind, a confusion linked to Pep, who had not been chosen but who still wanted the Pretty with all his small heart as he watched her glide down with her bronzething. Lanthos didn't give it enough of his currently very limited attention though, and the candidate welcomed Sel'n with open arms and a luscious grin on his face as he realized Pep's dreams on his end.
Lust drove him on, and he grabbed at the other man's clothes in an equal frenzy after Sel'n tackled him to the ground, shivering in delight at the nibbles and gasping with need and clasping the older man to him. He didn't even notice when most of the light was blocked by a brown wing, giving himself over to the intimacy and the urge to complete the Run with his chosen Pretty. She was his now. "No bronze, no bronze. Pep." He whispered, but that was his last conscious thought before the connection to the blue was lost in the act.
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