Glory (Kmarath's Flight)

[Administrator]

Robika was napping lightly. She had been anticipating a Flight, and she had spent her waking hours trying to fantasize about Zadari. But unconsciously, she kept slipping into dreams that were Zadari only sometimes. Aryna took up many of her dream, as well, which made the woman guilty. But she blamed her sex drive. It was increasing with Kmarath's increasing proddiness. Once this was all over, she would stop having mixed fantasies and she could belong to Zadari completely once again. She smiled in her sleep. That was who this current dream had in it. Zadari was in her mind, which made Robika feel completely at ease. But Kmarath was far from at ease. She was stretched on her stone couch, moving about in a restless sleep. Her seafoam green hide was glowing unnaturally, glimmering in the late afternoon sun. It was almost time, and the anxious green knew it, even when sleeping. It was almost time for her males to find her.

Robika yawned, turning onto her side where she lay on her caught. Unbeknownst to her, the tension of pre-Flight was mounting in Kmarath's ichor and her own blood. That one little turn somehow affected Kmarath, for the green's multi-faceted eyes snapped awake, revealing their lusty purple. The time was now. Screeching a challenge to the males, she pushed herself from the weyrledge. Robika, too, awoke instantly, letting out a low snarl as she slowly rose. She looked around coyly, as if expecting there to be males already. But there were none yet. Nevertheless, she flicked her blonde hair (or at least, she attempted to; her hair was still in buns). She needed to look stunning for the males. Not that she didn't already, she thought with a pleased smirk. What male would be able to resist chasing her? She half-expected the whole Weyr to rise to her challenge. After all, why wouldn't they?

Kmarath hissed, spiraling upwards in the canyon to the open air far above the treetops at the top of the Falls. The whole Weyr would be able to see her beauty from this high up, she thought proudly. She really was the most gorgeous creature on Pern, really. She was excited that it was now time to flaunt this to the males. She would have so many options that it would be hard to choose! Yet she looked forward to every minute of it. She would race them to... Well, why not to the North? No, she could fly them to the Red Star, or, even better, Rukbat itself! Trumpeting boldly, she swooped upwards, not even bothering to wait to see her competition. She assumed that they would all tail her the moment they left their ledges. And boy, would she lead them on a chase they'd never forget! But oh, who would win her heart and her Flight? The thought made her seem to glow even more.

[boober]

Ironically, Aryna was also lounging comfortably in her furs. It was the same time of day she usually napped, when it was warmest outside. She had no idea that there was a Flight imminent, as she was snoozing away, content where she was. And that was stretched out luxuriously on her side, one edge of her furs draped lightly over her body as the only covering. Her hair was unbound as usual when she slept, spread across the furs in ebony waves. This was more than just a catnap, and there was no place in the world she’d rather be right now.

But it seemed Dramuth had other ideas. The brown was literally perched on his ledge, tail ticking as he seemed to be waiting patiently for something. What? The brown had been lounging and lazing about all day, which was customary for him really, but it’d had an almost expectant air to it, as though he was simply biding his time until something interesting happened. He had noticed the way Kmarath’s lovely hide had begun to glow brighter each day, and he was anticipating her Flight with patient eagerness. He knew that His liked Kmarath’s, had flown her before, and it added to his incentive to Chase the green when she rose to mate. Which would be any time now, any time.

There! The brown heard the bugle, swinging his head in Kmarath’s direction as she rose like a beautiful green star into the sky. He didn’t even bother to wake His, the last of the usually reserved and sharp brown’s rationality disappearing beneath the lustful purple whirls in his eyes. From the furs came a light sound, something between a quiet groan and a sigh that Aryna tended to make when woken up before she intended to be. But Dramuth paid no heed to His, didn’t even bother to rouse her and speak of the Flight. The brown pushed off with powerful haunches, his wings springing open to catch himself on the air currents as he winged his way toward that brilliant green beauty. He would win her, oh yes.

Aryna stirred in her furs before her eyes flew open. Ah… no wonder she’d started having /that/ kind of dream. She couldn’t help the smile that curved across her lips with the knowledge that Dramuth had plunged into yet another Flight. Quickly, she rolled out of her furs and started for the exit. She had to find this green that was glowing so beautifully before her. Not seeming to realize anymore that she wasn’t wearing anything, the brown rider traipsed through the halls toward the place she somehow knew Robika to be.

[missa]

Zadari wasn't actually napping, for a change, she might ahve liked to have been. Curled up with Robika or some such. Instead, Tirea had demanded a play in the river, the bath wouldn't do, because that wasn't so obviously an inconvienance. No, the river. And Zadari just had to play with her, because Sitath was distracted by something. Body tensed as though waiting for one signal that would make him take off.

"Silly blue." Zadari muttered, chuckling then as Tirea trilled for her attention, she wanted to play, not to be forgotten. It wasn't like her to be so attention clin-- Yes, yes it was. She'd just been a bit less so lately. More inclined to say hello to others without wanting to attack them, more inclined to hum politely at Robika than take a snap every time Zadari went to touch the green rider.

As soon as Kmarath's bugle broke the silence, Sitath was on his feet, half falring his own wings as he answered Kmarath's challenge with his. His Kmarath, glowing, beautiful as ever, only... More. Without a word to Zadari, the blue pushed off the ground, showing all the agility his colour was known for. It didn't matter that there was a brown in the skies as well, he was no competition, or if was, Sitath would just have to prove himself that much better. Kmarath was his.

It was just like Sitath to chase while she was out and about, but that wasn't an issue. No because it was Robika. It was Kmarath. Zadari would never hold it against her blue to chase Kmarath, devoted as he was to her, and she was her rider. Shooing Tirea off her shoulder, Zadari merely jogged away from the river, attention fixed on finding Robika. On finding her green.

(Crappy but Missa no feel good >>)

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya sighed and leaned back in her bath. NO! Imp shot out from behind her with a startled sound and a splash. Why was his pet trying to squish him? Darya just gave the bronze salamandyr a look. ‘Well I’m trying to wash. Go and swim somewhere else.’ She told Imp quite irritably; it was fair to say she’d been snappish all day. Azrath was being secretive about something, which meant he was contemplating something that Darya would probably object to. She’d find out soon enough what her sneaky dragon was up to, though. In fact as the bugle of a Rising green rang out over the Weyr Darya had a sinking feeling she’d just found out.

Her suspicion was confirmed as she heard the much closer bugle of Azrath. Azrath! Darya turned her dragon’s name into an accusing mental dart, one that slid right by the blue. Kmarath is beautiful.[/color] Kmarath? Oh shards… She has a weyrmate Darya protested. Sitath does not deserve her.[/color] Azrath replied with finality.

‘I wasn’t talking about Sitath.’ Darya muttered to the empty bathroom, somewhere along the line Imp had decided to take the better part of valour and vanish somewhere. Darya resigned herself to being along for the ride and padded across her weyr, leaving a trail of wet footprints. Somewhere near the exit she caught up a towel and draped it around herself. Seeking out a greenrider was one thing, wandering around the weyr naked was quite another.

[Ember]

Ch'ero had actually been wandering around in the halls of the rider weyr's, trying to familiarize himself with the layout. He had a bad habit of going for nighttime walks so he didn't want to end up walking into the wrong weyr or anything. He was rather uninterested in the sound of a bugle outside. It was no consequence to him unless it was a green. He doubted the likelihood of that except that he heard a second and a third bugle shortly after the first. Rosilinth? He queried the brown anxiously. The brown's challenging response was than enough of an answer.

The scarred brown dove off his ledge, swooping down then up towards his shining star, his beautiful Kmarath! The other brown and two blues would be no competition to him. He was larger than all three though his size does occasionally slow him down he was convinced that it wouldn't this flight. You say that every time Rosilinth! Now get back down here you sharding wherry head! We just got to this weyr, can't you wait to Fly some other green!? Even as Ch'ero thought this, he was drawn upwards towards his glowing green queen.

The stocky brown mentally flicked away the insignificant thoughts his rider was sending at him. He knew it was all just talk. Rosilinth wouldn't listen to a thing he said until the flight was over and he was twined with his Kmarath! Surely only he was worthy of such a great and wondrous green! He crooned to her as he caught an heat thermal and rode it higher and higher. His world was lit by that brilliant green Kmarath, his purple eyes would be forever in darkness without that light in his life!

Ch'ero had just entered his green's chambers, the Kmarath meant for him. He wandered closer, drawn in like the world of Pern rotating around Rukbat. He made sure not to get too close but he admired her from where he was, muttering sweet things. If Ch'ero had not been taken over by Flight Lust he may have noticed something odd in the fact that he was the only male and that he was in the weyrs meant for families and weyrmates. Lust had won over his senses though as he and Rosilinth searched out their own respective gems.

[Ruby]

C’le had been at Selenitas for about a month now, but the Weyr still didn’t feel like home. He had next to nothing in the way of possessions- anything he couldn’t quickly and easily strap to Enouth’s skinny back had been given away or tossed into a river just south of Benden Weyr as he had taken his leave. Although he doubted that that would hide his defection, it might prolong the time before it was discovered. After all, he and Enouth had been considered quite mediocre during training, and as a Bluepair they weren’t in high demand. Not the worst- no, that would be too memorable, but definitely useless enough that C’le hadn’t been tapped into a wing straight out of graduation. So he had kind of been in limbo anyway. It was his fervent hope that Benden Weyr would forget he had ever existed. Not likely, however.

He had been rattling around his almost empty personal weyr, arranging and rearranging the stock furniture that had been provided by Selenitas, trying to make the space look more lived-in. Enouth’s bag-of-bones frame on the weyrledge didn’t help the aesthetic- the dragon, as always, looked as if he hadn’t eaten a scrap in his entire life, and did not even begin to fill out the vast empty space that was a ledge fit for any dragon up to a largish brown. In C’le’s opinion, it just made the whole place look that much more empty. At least at Benden he had had… stuff. But then C’le realized that he had also hated every second he had spent at Benden, and felt a little better. Just a little.

He was so distracted that he didn’t notice Enouth’s tenseness. No other female had risen, yet, and honestly, the Bluerider was out of practice in looking for the signs. It was so rare that Enouth won that to C’le, flights had become little more than distractions, taking away time that he wasn’t spending any other way. It wasn’t that the Blue wasn’t a talented flyer- no, he was actually one of the fastest and most acrobatically prone that C’le knew of (due to his extreme lightness- if he WASN’T acrobatic and incredibly fast, the poor dragon would be blown out of the air every time he flew within a length of another dragon), it was C’le’s disinterest and detachment that held him back.

As soon as Enouth dropped off the ledge, though, C’le knew what he’d been missing. A flight, and he wasn’t comfortable here. A flight, and he hardly knew anyone. A flight, and- shards- he didn’t even know if the rider was a man or a woman. Not that it mattered NOW- the rider’s mind flew with Enouth as he turned a double somersault at the bottom of his dive, just for fun, and shot after Kmarath, catching up in the blink of an eye only to have to twist into a sideways barrel roll when he got too close to someone’s downstroke. For Enouth, the difficulty of flights weren’t about the chase- if it were a straight-up race, or even a stunt contest, he’d win every time. When you had about half the normal bodyweight to move, it was a lot easier to fly fast. It was about how on Pern he could maneuver around the chasing pack and get in close enough to the green to twine with her. It was different for every female, and it was different for every flight. Enouth had his work cut out for him.

C’le didn’t know where the flight quarters were, but that wasn’t really a problem now. As Enouth zoomed in on Kmarath, C’le was drawn to the rider like a moth to a flame. As he entered the room, he was vaguely aware that it was a woman, but where knowing that beforehand would have caused him discomfort, now it didn’t matter one ounce. Maybe this would be good for him, this not knowing anyone. Also vaguely aware that more women than men filled the room around him, C’le paused just inside the door, waiting for the flight to really get into full swing.

[Administrator]

The first dragons to come to her, Kmarath saw, were Dramuth and Sitath, who were both with riders that her rider liked. Well, the riders would have very little influence in her Flight, she would have them know! She trumpeted proudly, flicking her tail wickedly at them, daring them to even think that. They would get no special treatment from her! The next three dragons were ones she were unfamiliar with, but fortunate, they were handsome creatures of much potential. There was Azrath, a most handsome blue. Kmarath crooned. She loved blues the best, but she was not picky in the slightest. Browns, much like Dramuth and the newcomer Rosilinth, were exceedingly handsome. Spotting Rosilith, she crooned adoringly. He was scarred, which meant he had fought battles. This was a brave dragon. She loved brave dragons. And then, last but not least, there was Enouth. He was a graceful beast, and Kmarath immediately liked that. Bulky creatures were not something she enjoyed; she needed light beauty. Bronzes did not possess this. Enouth did. Still, she wouldn't put him above anyone else.

Immediately pulling herself up, Kmarath decided that she would gain height before tackling with her five handsome creatures. Still, she teasingly looked behind at them, giving them more incentive to fly faster after her. How fast were they willing to go? Certainly not as fast as she! Who could outfly a beautiful green like her? Nevertheless, getting into the sky at such an angle was hard work. In fact, she was half-tempted to turn her sharp ascent into a spiral to make it easier on her, but that was for dragons who were weak! She knew a male was more likely to stay with her if she was a strong and fast green. She strove to impress, and she strove to be impressed, for it would also show the endurance of her males. Would they survive an ascent like this? She certainly hoped so! Fighting gravity with each wingstroke, she didn't stop until she was well above the waterfall. Letting loose a bellow, she leveled out. Now was the time to play with these handsome chasers.

Pulling herself forward (she wouldn't allow herself to be caught so easily!), she zigzagged lazily. It was a sneaky way to give herself time to catch her breath. Then, suddenly, she barrel rolled, and quickly swooped under her suitors. Feeling mischievous, she flicked her tail along Sitath's, Dramuth's, and Rosilinth's bellies. How she loved to tease! Rumbling with laughter, she teased even more by flying under Enouth. Even though she was out of reach, she came out from under him to fly forward again, letting his claws merely brush her wingjoints. That was an incredibly risky move, but she was quick enough that he wouldn't possibly have had time to react by grabbing them. Oh, but she hadn't forgotten about Azrath! She simply didn't know how to torture him yet... Suddenly realizing how, she turned, and shot under him. Rolling carefully onto her back, she hovered beneath him in such a wicked simulation of mating! That, too, was risky, so she dropped back down low enough to give herself room to right herself and lift back up. Were they still on her tail? Good. She was their new queen.

Robika was pleased at the amount of people coming to surround her. Five whole chasers! Purring, she turned to gaze at them. But Sitath seemed to not have arrived yet! Snorting, she quickly marked that against him. Oh, but the handsome Dramuth was here! Appreciatively looking down Aryna's body, she igored the overwhelming urge to be naked, as well. She would be in time... Oh, but Azrath was almost naked, as well! Well, she was close enough. Letting a low, lusty growl escape her throat, she came closer to Darya. Suddenly, she grabbed the towel and pulled it away, letting herself gaze upon the bluerider's lovely body. Two of her chasers were naked now, she thought with pleasure. Undoing her own shirt (more like ripping it off), she found that she was unable to resist the urge to become naked anymore. Getting out of her pants as quickly as she could while still remaining in eye contact with her chasers, her gaze next came upon Ch'ero. Well, he was a glorious brown! Slowly approaching him, she pressed her body against his. Just try to let him resist her! How could he when she was teasing him so soundly? Pulling herself away after a moment, she next looked upon C'le with her wild brown eyes. Coming to him slowly, as she had done with Ch'ero, she didn't press herself against him. Instead, one hand slithered up his shirt, stroking his chest tenderly. But true tenderness wasn't there; She wanted to be Caught, and tangle with her male in the skies! Kmarath and Robika both roared together.

[Ember]

Rosilinth performed a twisting loop in the air for his darling Kmarath. Sure it expended energy and h lost speed but it was worth it if it impressed Kmarath in the slightest. The note in her croon was just too much not to respond to. He let out a bugle as he followed her, ignoring the others fighting for her attention. They didn't deserve the attention he gave wholly to Kmarath! She was the only one to be wowed in this Flight for the green queen. His wouldn't be too happy about it, but Rosilinth was not going to lose this Flight.

Rosilinth wouldn't be able to catch up to her with his bulky build, but he would certainly try! He swooped upwards and made his way higher up after her. He wasn't as fast or agile but the fallow dragon had staying power. The angle was less than fun to rise with but he crooned in admiration for the strong, beautiful green. Rosilinth used his large wings to propel himself up into the sky after her. He was glad when they leveled off, but he would have kept going for Kmarath. Now the fun would begin for Kmarath as she contemplated her Choice.

His precious green disappeared beneath him, teasing him with her proximity. The sensation of Kmarath's tail along his underbelly sent a delightful shock through the brown. He was so tempted to just snatch her and have her all to himself but he couldn't. Even under Flight Lust Rosilinth had enough common sense not to play with fire. Her tricks were daring and very effective at encouraging him if no one else. Then again, Kmarath was the only one that mattered.

Ch'ero watched Robika unveil herself made him croon lovingly, wishing to be rid of his clothes as well. He had not the time to pull off his shirt and bare himself to her as she pushed against him, teasing him in the most torturous way. He crooned again, reaching out a hand to gently stroke her gorgeous face. He desperately wanted her, wanted just one touch. Robika moved towards C'le though and Ch'ero grudgingly let her tease with the other male. Why should he worry? Their time would come soon!

[Ruby]

Speed was not a problem for Enouth. The blue, thrilled that he seemed to have been judged at least acceptable, shot upwards as if he weighed nothing (which was pretty much true). His wings did not even strain as he ascended next to Kmarath, his nose only inches behind hers although he was almost a length away from her wingtip. He rose like a cloud, without even appearing to strain, the lighter speckles on his sky blue hide only adding to the simile. As Kmarath started to level, though, Enouth approached her from the side, and then the evidence of strain began to show. He had to twist and turn, somersaulting and rolling to keep himself in line, bending around the dangerous blasts of irresistible air from the other dragons, constantly fighting the buffets that wanted to send him out of the running. Hence the distance from Kmarath on the ascent.

Spiraling around as the unparalleled green dove under another blue and two browns, Enouth had to work to keep himself from hissing with jealousy. But he must allow her to choose- she was not his yet, there would be no forcing on his part. He must allow her to see them, to select. If he were lacking in any way, he would not begrudge her the choice of another, so he must show that he was perfection embodied! And perfection did not include jealousy.

His patience was rewarded only moments later, when Kmarath deigned to head his direction. Enouth steeled himself, determined not to be blown away by her passing. Ah, she was too much! She was hovering just there, below him. All it would take was a quick snatch, a twist of the neck, and she would be his! Time slowed down, with her just there, the moment stretching into eternity.

On the ground, C’le-Enouth was tracking woman-Kmarath with his eyes, his knees bent and shoulders dropped low, almost in a crouch, but not a threatening one. He was just… ready, waiting, watching. She was not paying attention to him yet, looking to the others who had arrived before him first. That was understandable. Soon enough, she made her way over, pausing to press up against Rosilinth’s, pulling away as he reached for her. Without warning, she was in front of C’le-Enouth, her body electrifyingly close. Her hands up his shirt… C’le, on the ground, shivered with pleasure and anticipation, Enouth, miles above, fought inches closer, the green still below him. C'le-Enouth reached out simultaneously, the blue missing his grasp, the rider's hands hovering milimeters from Kmaraths' hips, but not touching unless she swayed into him.

The moment was broken when both roared, and Enouth realized he had lost his chance, blinded as he was by her nearness. Lost his chance by quite a bit, actually- Kmarath had already darted to another dragon and away, Enouth left to try and recover from the winds of her passing. He had been tossed quite far away, and it took some very creative flying to get back into the green's general area.

C'le-Enouth was feeling trapped now, as woman-Kmarath stood before him. Not by her- by his clothing, which he had not removed. With a growl, he ripped the shirt off over his head, tossing it in a corner. His bare torso was so covered in scars that, given the choice (and the freedom from flightlust), he would have kept the shirt on. Parallel marks curved around his right side like a violent caress- the marks of a green, colored much like Kmarath, upon her hatching. His back was the worst, but Kmarath's couldn't see that now. Crouching slightly again, he waited like a feline ready to pounce; waiting on a signal from the beautiful woman/dragon before him, perhaps the only woman C'le had ever been totally truthful in calling beautiful.

[Kisha-Ra]

Azrath put every bit of effort into his ascent, Kmarath deserved nothing less, she was swift and strong and altogether perfect. Winning her would be challenge, and Azrath would never fail to rise to a challenge, especially not when the challenger was so beautiful. So he ascended like a piece of night, giving his uttermost to the chase because it pleased him to do so.

Azrath levelled out with the ease of long practice and fixed eyes that showed a whole spectrum of purple shades on the glowing hide of Kmarath, waiting for her next move; the game was hers, she knew it, he knew it, the others knew it. What a daring move it was when she made it, she rolled and looped back under her pursuers, teasing, taunting, and darting away again. Azrath crooned softly in spite of himself; She was glorious!

Suddenly she was underneath him, hovering just out of reach, wicked little creature, maybe he’d teach her not to tease… but Kmarath dropped away. Good, the game wasn’t over yet. Azrath dived after her, determined not to be outdone by those around him.

Darya stepped forward, pale blue eyes fixed on Kmarath with all the fierce intensity of Azrath’s desire, she was going to get this pretty little tease. The bluerider stalked up to stand just behind Robika but didn’t reach out, she just smiled slightly and waited for the next move.

[missa]

Kmarath. His lovely, beautiful Kmarath. There was nothing Sitath wouldn't do for her, and that including shooting the other dragons dark looks as he pushed himself after her. Determined to grace himself in her eyes, prove that he was worthy of her. More worthy than the stupid bronze, or the browns, or the other blues. Following her ascent into the skies swiftly, Sitath's eyes never moved from Kmarath's glowing from once he'd glanced at his competition and dismissed most.

Kmarath was fonder of blues, so that really only left a few choices, but Sitath well knew that Kmarath would choose the best. She deserved the best. Yes, she did. More than any other green did. Even if flying up like this was a struggle, Sitath refused to give into the urge to make it easier, no, he was going to prove her could reamain in the skies as long as she could.

Relieved for a break, or lull, or more relaxing action, Sitath was quick to settle into the zigzag. It was a relief from the climb, and it would help him regain energy, shame that there were larger dragons in the flight, he didn't have the strength they did, no, but he had more spirit perhaps. Then suddenly she was gone from his sight and Sitath very nearly twisted to see where she'd gone, only to pause as her tail tickled his stomach. The action making him rumble in almost amusement.

It was annoying, that she was late, but all Zadari could do was glance towards her glowing green with an apologetic look, that was all. Then there was just Sitath's determination, his want and his need. Yes, it wasn't like Zadari didn't desire her otherwise, but with Sitath's added, all she wanted as to growl at the others, warn them away from her green.

{Ugh cruddy, but it's here.}

[boober]

Dramuth watched as Kmarath suddenly zipped up into the air, seeming to go straight up. His admiration for the beautiful green increased further; she was strong as she was beautiful and swift! He liked that in a green, liked it very much. His large wings beat the air rapidly as the brown took off after her, his lustful gaze for her and her alone. Some jealous males might try to take out their rivals for her affections with violence, but not Dramuth. No, he gave his full, unwavering attention to the glorious Kmarath. Anything less would be so very disrespectful! He was strong and his stamina was good enough to take the brutal ascent, but some part of him was nonetheless glad when they finally leveled off. Trimming his wings slightly, he gave a little swoop just to pick up speed, placing himself slightly lower than Kmarath.

Imagine his surprise when she seemed to vanish suddenly, before reappearing as a flash of green beneath him. Dramuth rumbled as her tail flicked along his belly. He followed her with his gaze after that; the impulse to grab her had been enormous, but he had resisted valiantly, knowing that she would let him know when she was ready to choose. All the Flights the brown had participated in of late had been flops for him, and yet he continued to join and to Chase, ever optimistic that he would be chosen. Perhaps this would be his day! He turned, and with renewed vigor, flew after the shining green beauty that was Kmarath. He would fly till his wings fell from his body if it meant she would choose him!

Dramuth’s human half was not nearly so focused. It was almost as if this particular pair were truly two halves of a whole, and Aryna was the half with all the anger, spite, and violence. /She/ had no problems taking out rivals with violence! Nor did she have any problems expressing this willingness to the others. Still, with her mind so thoroughly wrapped in her brown’s, impossible to tell where one ended and the other began, it was very unlikely she’d ever act on these violent tendencies. Especially now. Knowing that Kmarath’s human half was admiring her nude body, Aryna/Dramuth stood straight and tall, giving Robika/Kmarath all the view she wanted. Who were they to complain? Were they not worth admiring? Unfortunately, the jealous side peeked through as the object of their affection (or at least lust) crossed to a blue! Oh no she didn’t! A low growl rumbled up Dramuth’s human throat, surprisingly bestial in spite of the human vocal cords.

The urge to spill Azrath’s guts across the ground was suppressed only by Dramuth’s ardent desire to /win/. Violence would not impress Kmarath nearly as much as his focus and flying would, so why waste the time? They needed to fly.

[Administrator]

Kmarath crooned to Rosilith. His loop was very impressive! She liked a male who strove to impress her. Still, she would wait. She couldn't choose just yet! Still, it was another plus for the brown. He was doing quite well for a dragon of his color! She certainly gave it to him there. But he wasn't allowed to think he had her beat. Oh no. She had many, many admirers, and she liked them all each in their own way. But which one would prove to be the victor? She flicked her tail at them teasingly, swooping forward in a flown sprint. It would probably be a strain for the browns, who weren't built for such things, but she was quicker than even the blues. She was the best green, after all! She wouldn't allow anyone to be confident in their ability to catch her. She wanted them all to be unsure. It would just make them more determined! Kmarath was pleased with how this Flight was going. She felt like the goddess that she was!

Enouth only amused her, she thought cockily. He had used up a lot of his energy with quick flying, and it was clear by the way he was flying so oddly. Still, she had to give him points for trying to cover it. She trilled tiredly at him. She could feel her own muscles feeling a little spent, but she was not going to end it so soon! That male would have to try very hard to be able to catch her if he was losing energy this quickly already! If she had the energy, she'd be laughing. Pity she needed it.

The other chasers didn't catch her attention as much as those two, but they still stood quite a chance. They were all handsome and diligently focused on her. She loved the thought of making them squirm out of desire to catch her! Would any actually dare to try and capture her, though? Ohh, the thought was so tempting that she just had to try it! Swooping back slightly towards Dramuth, she slid beneath him backwards, trying to bait him into reaching for her. But before he might do so, she dropped quickly to evade him. But then, she headed straight to Azrath, and performed the same stunt with him. Only this time, she got so close that he may have had time to touch her. But she pulled herself out, exhausted, but still as fast as she could to make sure that he wouldn't catch her. This experiment was wiping her out! Too bad she wouldn't have the time to do it on the other males. The next time she would do that was when she would be caught for sure.

Robika eyed the people in her weyr lustily. Ohhh, which one to choose? They were all such handsome males... She wanted them all! Too bad she would only have the chance for one. But that one would be the best! She growled deep in her throat, looking at each one in turn, letting her eyes trail up each other bodies. But like her mindmate, she needed to tease, to test. Edging her way up toward Aryna, she pressed her body close to hers, smiling with wild wickedness. Without warning, she then pushed the woman away, and darted quickly over to Darya. She pawed piteously at the woman's shirt. Now what was this thing here? It wasn't letting her get a full view! Disgusted, she turned away, charging right back to her original place. She swayed a little. She was feeling Kmarath's exhaustion herself...

[Kisha-Ra]

Azrath surged forward, keeping nothing back now, the last move was not too far in the future and he was not going miss his chance to impress Kmarath by holding back, not in the slightest. He could feel the slight drag of tiredness in his wings, but he pushed it aside, a little tiredness wasn’t going to stop him, not now.

Almost too quickly to follow Kmarath dropped back, heading for Dramuth again, Azrath bit down a snarl, with difficulty, it was her right to torment whoever she wished, however she wished, he didn’t have to like it. However when she headed toward him Azrath did allow himself to croon his admiration to the little tease. Oh that was wicked! Azrath’s tail just brushed Kmarath’s as she dropped away from him a second time, now he did snarl, a hardly audible sound of frustration. Well that little stunt appeared to have left his tease a little spent, at least. Azrath forced a little more speed out of his wings, lust eclipsing the prickling of tired muscles as the game progressed toward the inevitable last move.

Darya bared her teeth at Dramuth in spiteful little gesture, how dare he growl at her! Darya turned side on to Robika, pushing her chest out a little and eyeing the green with clear intentions, however she chose to press herself against Aryna, Darya bit her tongue against growling back at Dramuth then. With a darting movement Robika was suddenly pressed against her, Darya moved to grip the greenrider’s shoulders but Robika darted away again so fast that, like Azrath, Darya was left with only a fleeting touch, much to her irritation.

[Ruby]

Enouth was doing quite well, considering- he flew this way all the time, and while it meant his endurance was a bit compromised, he had quite a bit of practice flying when he felt like he couldn't anymore. Carrying almost no weight was a plus, too, although Enouth knew from at least one or two experiences that the final catch- needing to support both their weights while they mated- would be quite taxing. But he'd done it before, and Kmarath was no Queen. To Enouth, Golds were just unnecessarily big and bulky; let the Bronzes have them. The Blue would take Greens any day, particularly a green as well-built and well proportioned as Kmarath. He didn't think he had ever seen such perfection.

C'le-Enouth, on the ground, sunk deeper into a crouch, keeping as much energy as he could available to his mind in the sky. If Robika-Kmarath were to approach him, he'd straighten and give her his full attention, of course, but for now she was paying more attention to her other suitors, and C'le-Enouth knew that trying to get her attention, to distract her, was probably a mistake. She would do what she wanted, either way, and attempts to make himself more obvious than the other males was much more likely to backfire than it was to succeed. So he stayed crouched, bestial, filling his lungs as deeply and as slowly as he could to help his minds get all the oxygen they needed. He was careful, though, not to look tired or helpless- that would not do, especially as Enouth was neither.

Spiraling away from the chase once again, Enouth tucked his wings, tumbling toward the ground only to snap himself straight at the last second, using his momentum to send him soaring straight up, enjoying the moment of sheer speed and the moment of pause. As soon as he came even with the other chasers, though, he started fluttering again, feeling the fire in his wing joints. He was flagging, he could tell, left behind by the more enduring Browns, even though his speed was undeniably better than theirs.

But he would not be. With a bugle, thin as he was but still strong, Enouth put aside his tiredness, his pain, and surged forward. Kmarath was beautiful, and he was unworthy, but he would not give up that easily. Giving up would be an insult to them both. He would persevere, find his last reserve of strength, and he would do his best. Dipping to put himself on Kmarath's level, now that she had flown free of Azrath, Enouth barrel-rolled in personal triumph, feeling his body stretch forward toward Kmarath, and upright on the ground. C'le-Enouth presented himself to Robika-Kmarath fully, no longer hunched in a protective crouch like he'd been the whole flight so far. There was no way either half of Enouth would be defeated by something as useless as tiredness- both had triumphed over much more dramatic things in the past. It would be Kmarath's choice that ultimately eliminated him- or declared him the winner.