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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2008 22:05:59 GMT -5
Pleased! She was pleased with his stunt! Rosilinth was tempted to do another impressive something for Kmarath but doubted the energy that would waste would be worth it. He had captured Kmarath's attention for a moment and he would let that be enough until they had another, more special moment. He'd still try just as hard for her though. She had not Chosen yet for sure.
The flight was hard on him though. He was not nearly as quick and agile as his gorgeous green Kmarath. This was to be expected of course. How could he ever be better than that which he Chased? Kmarath was twice as brilliant and amazaing than any of her followers! He crooned adoration and respect for her beauty, grace, and speed. A goddess she was indeed!
Ch'ero was now able to remove his constricting clothing, stripping off his shirt first and then his pants and underwear. Without caring he kicked them into some corner of the weyr to be fetched later on. All this without looking away from Robika. He crooned deep in his throat. It was obvious what it meant. He wanted to be seen and acknowledged. He wanted her.
He watched her tease the others but the only thing of concern was when she swayed. Ch'ero took another couple of steps forward, a come hither look in his eyes. Come, rest in my arms. Let Pern spin without us. No words ever left his mouth though. He merely looked at her, praying to his goddess as Rosilinth was to Kmarath.
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Post by missa on Sept 2, 2008 8:57:18 GMT -5
That the others would pull of stunts, and force him to rise to that same level, annoyed Sitath. He knew, well enough that wasting his energy was not a good way to impress Kmarath. He wanted to have the remaining strength to catch her, should she choose him, he wanted to be able to prove that she made a good choice if she chose him. He didn't want to think of someone else catching his green, but it had happened before, Sitath knew enough that Kmarath would still have his affection.
Quick to bite down on a growl as she seemingly offered herself to other competitors - ones Sitath didn't note the names of and didn'te particularly care at that point in time. Not normally a dragon that would ever consider violence - even in play - he found himself wanting desperately to growl at these creatures that had gained his lovely Kmarath's attention. Enough that she would play with them, even when tired, even when her strength ebbed. As it would have to be, she'd been so strong so far, so wonderfully clever, but surely she wanted it to end soon?
Determined to at least gain her attention in some small way, Sitath pushed his wings harder, trying to go faster. If he would not preform loops and rolls for waste of too much energy too fast, perhaps his added effort would be enough. A low croon of adoration, one she would hear daliy from him no doubt, for Sitath was as adoring of the green as his rider was Hers. Yet in this flight, that croon wasn't just for the glorious green she was, for her sweetness and loving ways. It was that, and it was her cleverness, her way of pushing herself to test for only the best, yes Sitath admired that in her, that she would never settle for less than what she wanted, what she needed. What she deserved.
Zadari's eyes never moved from Robika. She watched - jealousy building with every movement Robika made towards the others, and pushing that envy away - and only concentrating on this lovely creature. She wanted Robika, as much as Sitath wanted Kmarath. She wanted to tear at her own clothes, wanted there to be nothing between herself and her green. Like the others, Zadari did the same, Sitath drove himself harder, his determination fuelled hers. All thought of the others was drawn out of her mind, green eyes locked on the form of the green rider she desired.
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Post by boober on Sept 3, 2008 22:54:12 GMT -5
[[Sorry it sucks.]]
Faranth knew that it was all Dramuth could do not to reach down and grab Kmarath as she appeared beneath him yet again. Tricksy green! His eyes whirled lustfully as he watched her dart away to one of the other males; she drew even closer to Azrath than she had to Dramuth. Instead of letting her go, however, the brown swept off after her. Was she more impressed by stunts than unwavering attention? He could manage that. Oh, he could definitely manage. For such a green, he would find a way to manage bringing one of the moons down from the sky if it meant earning her favor. He could fly circles around the others, and he would prove it!
Dramuth wasn’t the first in the line of suitors, but he certainly wasn’t last either. Folding his wings, the brown dropped a dragonlength or two; it probably looked as though he was dropping out of the race, but that was far from the truth. He was just taking a note from his human half and intended to do a little showing off. He could be as unique and agile as any other male, certainly a bronze! And he showed it by flaring his wings and angling them slightly to shoot upward, nevermind if he cut anyone off. The light glinted off his reddish brown hide as he curved up and over in a loop, twisting as he did so that he flew upside down, then sideways, then righted himself before rocketing back toward Kmarath. How was that for showing off? But the lovely green was tiring, and he wanted to be there by her side when she could no longer lift herself in flight. Even after that maneuver, he still had more than enough energy to carry them both home.
On the ground, Aryna didn’t have half the patience that her dragon half had. As soon as Kmarath/Robika pressed her sweet body against theirs, Dramuth/Aryna reached for her, fully intending to wrap strong limbs around the crafty green and keep her there. She would pay for her shameless teasing! Alas, it seemed that the action was too slow, and the object of their desire escaped with a shove. Impatient, Dramuth’s human half stalked after her two strides before pausing and glowering as Kmarath’s human half flaunted herself before the others. Another growl escaped Aryna’s throat until Azrath was pushed away from as well. But there was no doubt that if the brown rider had a tail, it would be lashing now. Kmarath belonged with them, and no other!
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Post by Administrator on Sept 5, 2008 8:55:04 GMT -5
Kmarath warbled tiredly. Her speed was obviously slowing, and she knew it. This Flight wouldn't last much longer. Her suitors, too, must be tiring. After all, she was a fast young green, and they likely were unused to flying so hard. This pleased her! She loved giving them this sort of Flight-- the kind they'd be unable to forget. She flicked her tail flirtatiously, trying to beckon them all closer to her. Now... which one would she have to be her mate? There were so many options, and all of them absolutely perfect. If she could, she'd have all of them for herself! Too bad she didn't have enough parts to do so. But no matter-- she could choose a male to reward!
She weighed her options. Sitath, frankly, would be the one male she wouldn't choose. He was her weyrmate, yet he wasn't even trying to catch her! It was as though he came along just for the ride, and it angered her. He should be the one trying the hardest to catch her! Yet he clearly couldn't do that, so she scratched him off. The fact that Hers might be horrified by that decision didn't even faze the lusty green. She growled. The other male she knew well was Dramuth. Now here was a good brown, one that could show off so well and wanted to impress her! Still, she needed to keep her options open. But he was definitely counted among the males as being one of her favorite choices.
Then this left the other three. She didn't know them as well as Sitath or Dramuth, but they were perfect males. There was the handsome Azrath, who was a very worthy blue that Kmarath began to think of with great fondness. But then there was also Enouth, who was flying spectacularly, and she was impressed by his quick dive and even quicker recovery. That took miraculous skill! But then, there was also the ever-eager Rosilinth, who had impressed her quite well before. Ah, but which one was the best?
She slowed, backwinging into the males. They were all such marvelous choices, but she would choose only one. With a soft, tired croon, she let herself drop back into Rosilinth. He had impressed her well, flown well, and had proven that browns were good. She had loved that loop he had done, and he was also rather new around here, too, so she would get to try him out before anyone else. Pulling him closer with her claws, she rested her seafoam green head on his shoulder joints, and twined her tail with his. Rosilinth was all hers now!
Below, Robika's feral gaze shifted back into her crowd of suitors, eyeing them with pure need. Kmarath was choosing, and Robika needed to match it. She practically flung herself at Ch'ero, growling in her need. Clothing wasn't there, thank Faranth, so they could get straight to business. She nuzzled his shoulder, and tugged him to the floor. Since everything was ready now, they didn't have time to waste by getting him to a bed! What did a bed matter after having been Caught, anyway?
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Sept 5, 2008 14:45:39 GMT -5
Rosilinth could see Kmarath was getting tired. No dragon could fly forever. If he could he would gladly soar through the skies after Kmarath forever if it meant he had any hope of being chosen. He too was tired after such a Flight. He was not as young as the one he so adored, glimmering before him as if she were a a queen. She seemed as though she was to Rosilinth. While he couldn't go any faster than he was already, he forced himself not to slow down, to keep going to strong for Kmarath.
His work paid off in the best way possible. He crooned lovingly as he was chosen and she staked her claim on him. Rosilinth felt her soft green hide against his own, felt a joyful warmth course through him. He had won her affections! Had won against so many others striving to impress her. Yet it wasn't the winning that mattered, it was the lovely green twined with him. There could be no better welcome to the weyr than this. If most greens were like this one he would very much love it in the South.
Ch'ero felt the success and elation of Rosilinth as his own. There would be no doubting who Robika would choose now. He met her half way, happy to ignore the unlucky others that were no doubt pining for her now as she beckoned him to the floor. He no longer had to wait to have what was so obviously his from the beginning. No bed was fine for him. The didn't need an office to conduct their kind of business. When he woke up he might believe differently, but until then...
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