Gold Wing (all daring 00D's)

[Tashe]

Her stomach had been twisting into knots all day, and her head was currently feeling the same exact way. Kaegan hoped that she wasn't catching a cold or something like that, but then again, she had been stressed the last few days. Millieth kept growing brighter and that was something she couldn't control, plus, she absolutely hated Flights. The surprise of waking up next to a man she might not know at all made her sick to her stomach with dread, even just thinking about it. "Ex-excuse me... I think... I think I need to... sit down." Feeling her legs buckle with out her permission, Kaegan collapsed onto the tiles, her head graciously saved from hitting it by multiple pairs of hands. Uncontrollably spasming as something hit her body like a steel tipped boot, the Goldrider snaked her hands through her hair as the Lust ran rampant through her.

Twisting her neck to the skies, Millieth let out a shriek of defiance, it was time! Launching herself off of the edge of the waterfall, the Golden Female snarled to the skies as she snaked her way over to the feeding grounds. She was hungry, and when a Queen was ravenous, no herdbeast would stand a chance. Descending on the startled herd like an expertly thrown dagger, Millieth sunk her talons into the side of a particularly robust Herdbeast. Clasping her jaws around the belly of the cattle, Millieth growled, scaring what little life was left in the sow away. /BLOOD. FOR FARNATH'S SAKE, BLOOD ONLY!/ Reeling back with a surprised grumble, Millieth stuck her teeth back onto the belly, shards help who ever was getting between her and her meal. /BLOOD MILLIETH. BLOOD! YOU WILL NOT FLY LADENED DOWN WITH MUSCLE!/ Screeching in despise, the Gold snapped at the neck of the bovine, bleeding it until she couldn't get any more. Leaping in long strides, the raging female took down two more Cattle in addition to the one that had been Bled, sucking them dry like a strange kind of vampire before spreading her wings. It took three bounding paces to get the large female into the sky, although as soon as she was airborne she let forth a resounding roar, letting all males know of her challenge. Only the best would catch her! And this time there would be no accidental catches!

Groaning as she stumbled down the various hallways that lead to the flightroom, Kaegan shoved past everyone that got in her way. Right now she was so far past even noticing her rudeness that the only thing on her mind was how attractive the man she had just slammed into was. Almost tripping and falling multiple times, the Weyrwoman was relieved when she finally slid into the empty room. Millieth/Kaegan were no longer two separate beings, they were one once more, letting all of their feelings stream through their bond. Kicking off her slippers so that the cool stones pressed against her skin, the Gold quietly unlaced the first few strings of her blouse, allowing her fair skin to show through. The males of this weyr, at this point in time, were beneath her! They would have to not only bask in her glory, but show her their strengths, let alone they had to be attractive. Farnath only knows what would happen if she let an ugly Dragon fly her! Placing her knuckles upon her hips, Millieth/Kaegan planted herself firmly in the middle of the room, a smirk settling upon her lips. Let these males see that /she/ was in charge. That she was the only thing that they should be thinking about... She was the only thing that even mattered.

[reqqy]

“No, I don’t think so.” Why not? “Because I’m tired, Jess. We swim practically the entire length of the river every day, in addition to anything else that comes up. I’m not used to it yet.” The brownrider glanced sidelong at his mindmate. “You’re hoping she’ll be on the beach again, aren’t you? That’s why we go every day?” The ocean is nice. “That’s definitely your only reason.” Z’hin smirked at Jessereth from where he rested against the brown’s foreleg, head cushioned on an arm. It was today. She sleeps. The man tensed, then shook his head, chuckling. “Ah. I see. Well…don’t get your hopes up. Browns don’t often Fly golds.” I told her I’d Chase, so I will, the dragon replied stubbornly.

Right on cue, the great, lusty scream. Jessereth's head shot up, eyes shifting hue almost instantly. Z'hin felt the edges of the Flightlust gripping at his throat and chest, the man stepping away from his dragon briskly. He rubbed his hands on his trousers as if it would help brush away the sensation of need. "What are you waiting for?" he hissed at the brown. Jessereth still shielded his mind from the brunt of the lust, but the feeling off of Millieth was strong enough that Z'hin was already thinking of warm bodies. Watch her. It's...magnificent. The man glanced down at the blooding gold. "If that's what you want to call it." Had he not been so desperately lusty, he probably would have felt nauseous at the bloody scene. Maybe. Took a lot to get him nauseous these days.

The brownrider shifted from foot to foot impatiently, while Jessereth remained perfectly still, simply drinking in the gold with his eyes. Any male would know better than to try to blood while a gold was doing so, and Jess wasn't predisposed to drink from a vein. He hadn't last chase, and no, she hadn't chosen him, but neither had he been worn out before she tired. The brown had the strength of most bronzes, and a wingspan that rivaled them, too - even if the size of his compact body was typical for his color. No, he merely waited for her to begin the Flight, not wanting to anger her by pressing too early. The moment she let out the second bugle, though, he responded with a great bass roar of his own, launching from the ledge and stroking almost leisurely after her. Feeling the power of his straining muscles felt wonderful...almost as good as finding himself again in Millieth's wake. Such a glorious, wonderful creature. He reached out to carress her with his mind. No words. Words were superflous - meaningless fluff. That mental touch conveyed all it need to: wonder, desire, strength, worship, awe, and encouragement. It lasted but a moment, as he devoted himself to the Chase, catching an updraft and streaming past her in altitude to alleviate the difference between the strength of their pistoning wings.

The moment Jessereth left the weyrledge, Z'hin's mind was overtaken. He growled, shaking his head, his eyes narrowed. Muscles along his chest and shoulders rippled as he got his bearings, stalking stiffly toward the door that led to the corridors inside the cliff itself. It wasn't conscious knowledge. In truth, there was nothing planned about it. Millieth drew Jessereth, and Z'hin was merely an extension of his brown. The dragon-driven man did not hesitate, pushing through the door into the room in which he knew he'd find her. Then he merely stopped, drinking in the sight of her. It was not Z'hin, who was bold in most everything, who manned his body, but Jessereth, and the brown's deep respect for Millieth kept him at a distance. He crooned to her quietly, dipping his head. His unbuttoned shirt hung open, barrel chest dusted with dark, curling hair - not thick, but definitely present.

[randi]

Since Millieth had begun showing signs of her impending Flight, K'nam had been jumpy. Every time a trumpet sounded, he would look expectantly at Bearinth, who would shake his head and assure him that it wasn't time yet. Eventually, the bronze had forced him to lay down, the stress of being overly attentive to normal Weyr noises having made His tired.

Bearinth was, however, still listening, still waiting. Whereas before K'nam had been a begrudging participator in Flights, he had been anxiously waiting for Millieth to Rise. The dragon snorted, shaking his head again, listening to the outside carefully. His had been so odd lately, waiting for the Flight, yet constantly assuring himself that, no matter the result, he would not feel bitterness toward Millieth's.

The sudden shriek had his head turning towards the cot with His in it. Awake. It is time. K'nam's eyes snapped open as Bearinth dove into the air. The bronze, in a rather sharp and quick fashion, made himself soon to the Feeding Grounds. There was already a brown here, though the lack of other males was quite a rude thought. Millieth deserved the attention of every male in the Weyr, especially now.

Watching the gold silently through purple eyes, Bearinth waited with impatience. True, seeing the splash of red around her golden maw was, in its own way, artful, he wanted to see her in the sky, longed to see her dance in the air. He wanted to dance with her. When she leapt in the air, he winged backwards, giving her space from the start. The bronze answered her challenge with a deep trumpet of his own. As she rose, so did he, in absolute awe of her.

Swiftly had K'nam leapt up, rushing towards the Flightrooms, wanting, needing to see her in all of her glory before he leapt with Bearinth after Millieth. Faceless shadows blocked his route, though he had to admit that most of them seemed to have the sense to move aside. The moment he stepped through the door, he felt the wind leave him. Millieth was as beautiful down here as she was in the sky. He moved into the room, keeping his distance, away from the glow she radiated. He didn't deserve that glow, didn't deserve to even look at it, no matter how much of him longed to be worthy of her attention. K'nam/Bearinth watched her through dark eyes, crooning ever so gently, pleading for her to make him worthy.

[llew]

His feet echoed the pounding in his head as he chased the river to wipe his mind clean. Thinking was unbearable with a rise so imminent. His mind, given reign, would give way to nervousness, to doubt, to fear. So N'tia ran, counting his strides to forget the weight in his gut, to forget what day it was, what world it was.

The radiance in her shining skin had taken Kirayuth's voice: the bronze always grew silent when a gold was ripening for flight. Had it not been the first sign of the dreaded rise cycle, N'tia would have enjoyed the respite from Kirayuth's tiring sarcasm. But the man knew that when his dragon spoke, it would be to alert his bonded that it was time to fly. And the bronzerider dreaded that alarm.
Though he could not admit it to himself or to his dragon, he was secretly glad that Kirayuth had not yet flown a female. He hated the way flightlust wrested control of himself, from himself. He hated, was terrified of the thought of waking up to a woman's naked body. He hated a woman's power. But it was a necessary evil, if, they could, she would. . .

"N'tia, go."

Kirayuth's projection barely registered, as a bolt of what was both pain and ecstasy almost simultaneously rippled through N'tia's body. He gasped, nearly stumbling into the river.
"SHARDS!"
Turning in a wide arch, he sprinted back in the direction of the flightroom, adrenaline whirring at his temples, willing his muscles to pump faster, so that he could make it, could make. . .

Meanwhile, at the sound of Millieth's challenge, Kirayuth issued his reply, launching off the edge of his weyr and into the air. He had been spurned by a gold before, but lust ripped the inhibition from his body, and his strength surged, wings thrusting to tear after the beautiful, golden prize. Faster, faster. . .

N'tia could hardly see. He glided through the shadowy maze of stairs and muted figures, feet taking him where his mind was too blurred to remember. At last, he was there. Panting, heaving, he gazed at the vision before him, taking her radiance in with hungry, penetrating eyes. He was not a man for subtley, especially when consumed with his dragon's lust; he tore off his shirt, slick with sweat, and tossed it aside. He wanted to be chosen, to be proven, he wanted. . .

[Tashe]

A Brown! A brown wasn't good enough, she wanted Bronzes! But never the less, Millieth let her attentions glide to the first chaser, despite his lack of gleaming metallic hide. Surprised as the younger male sent, not words but emotions to her, the Queen racked her brain quietly. The Brown was Jessereth... Jessereth! Her cute little Brown! Now at least, she wasn't so uptight about a lesser color joining her flight, as long as it was Jessereth to be the only one. He was a darling Male, so adorable and never once had he given her a reason to dislike him, he was always in a state of praise. The Brown deserved some kind of response, he had been clever enough to realize words would do nothing for her, and there for he received a rumbling croon. He would have to work a whole lot harder during the flight if he wanted any more than that.

Tilting her head to the side as a mere Brown entered the room, Millieth/Kaegan poked her nose into the sky, this one would receive little attention from her. Although her stand-offish appearance was only a temporary guise as she let her eyes slide over the male's muscular frame. A sudden recognition crossed her face, and with that, her stance became a little more fluid. Tossing her hair as she made her way toward the Brown, Millieth/Kaegan slipped a hand under his chin and lifted his head up, before stroking his cheek in a croon. Jessereth/Z'hin was worth her attention, so much could be said about other Browns, despite the fact that they seemed to be much better conversationalists. Giving the Male an approving grin, the Golden female danced away from him, that was all he would get for now. Her acceptance should last for at least a little while.

It wasn't that hard to remember the next dragon to appear, he was one she had seen much of, thanks to her Mine. Bearinth had not come to far after the arrival of Jessereth, landing him in her good graces also. Sending the male a calculating glance, Millieth began to rise higher in altitude, she knew what both of these males were capable of in flight. Or at least she thought she did, the Queen remembered flying with both of them very vaguely, but they had both been very impressive at it. Taking a chance by looking back, Millieth drunk in the image of Her Bronze, his muscular frame defined in flight. He was a nice Bronze, and a nice Dragon to talk to, but that wouldn't earn him a croon like she had given Her Brown. Although the fact she remembered him allowed him a wing dip and a happily sent greeting to his mind, he was a good omen for her Flight.

Pausing in mid-step as the next Chaser stepped through the door, Millieth/Kaegan gave a rueful smile, it took her even less time to remember who this Bronze was than it had taken her other self. His far distance wouldn't do! If he wanted her attention he would have to get closer, and the Queen wasn't above doing that simple deed herself. It took her exactly five steps to reach the Male, stopping a single pace away from Bearinth/K'nam, listening to his croon with that same smile she had taken up. Letting her hand trace itself down one of his arms, Millieth/Kaegan tugged hard, letting him know it was perfectly fine with her if he got a little closer. He /was/ a Bronze after all. Releasing his arm, the vibrant female bounced back into the middle of the room, waiting for the next Dragonman to arrive.

Now this Bronze she knew little of, she didn't even know this one's name, or recognize his appearance. If she had ever met this one, it was in passing or seen him from a distance, but that wasn't the point. In any case, the new comer was a Bronze, a very well built Bronze. Although this one was a little on the large side, Millieth knew very well it was most likely muscle that made him look so. He was a beautiful shade of Bronze, be-speckled with nothing that would disrupt his appearance... and he looked strong. He was another plausible candidate for consideration, but he would have to work hard during her flight, for the other two males were already above him in her book. Giving the Bronze a traditional challenging bugle, the Queen suddenly shot upward, twisting into a backward arch not a few moments later. This was mainly a dive to show each of the males what they were dealing with, and that they would have to deal with surprises if they were determined to fly her. Yet the fact that only three Dragons had entered her flight so far weighed unhappily on her mind. She was the ruler of the Weyr after all! All of the able bodied Bronzes should be crowding after her!

Watching as the third Chaser entered the room, Millieth/Kaegan purred in approval as the shirt came off. He was yound, strong, tall and upon a second glance, roughly handsome. He wasn't very subtle in his entrance like the other two had been, it was because of that the Queen swiftly made her way to his side. Circling him once in her almost feline grace, Millieth/Kaegan let her fingers glide across his bare back and then his chest, arching an eyebrow before twirling away from his body. He was close enough already, he didn't need to be prodded like Jessereth/Z'hin and Bearinth/K'nam had be. He was a leader! Like a true Bronze should be.

[reqqy]

First to Chase again! At first it was a little discouraging, since Millieth didn't even seem to notice him, but Jessereth shunted that aside. And why should she? He was here because that is what Millieth deserved. In fact, he was a little upset that no others had risen just yet - ah, there, yes, a bronze. Still, such a small number. The brown's annoyance was quickly overtaken by a burst of giddiness when the object of his devotion crooned to him. His wings slipped inward, curling, and he went into a shallow dive, spilling air to put him nearer to her. Croon met croon, Jessereth slipping away and downward in a brief flash of underbelly, exposing the most vulnerable part of himself in salute to her. Millieth ruled the skies. This was true, but she was to choose a male to rule beside her, for as long as the Flight lasted - and that male would not be a weak one.

The brown skipped into a slipwind, the airstream propelling him forward into a thermal that sent him soaring again, whirling tightly within the column of air as he kept a constant eye on his idol. Now that he had been acknowledged and accepted - and well-accepted, too! - Jessereth put his energy into maintaining some portion of her attention. He had a disadvantage in the fact that his hide did not catch the light, did not glisten and gleam. So he played around her while she wasn't speeding furiously along, dancing through the air in a way that showed joy and intimacy with the element. He was likely one of the few dragons to take to the air for months before His ever rode, and it showed now, for it seemed he was made to never again touch the earth.

Jessereth wanted her to see that though he was, yes, a brown, and yes, young, he was not just a silly infatuated hatchling. He truly adored her. He wanted to share the air with her, to make it their playground, to make it theirs, if only she would allow it. The brown was not big, but he was strong, and he tried to show that strength in his movements, ignoring the other suitor and the lesser attentions she paid him. He tried to show the strength of his compact, powerful frame, of his large wings - tried to show how much he'd overcome by revealing every scar that laced his body, from the slashes of the felines when he was too small to do anything but dream of flight to the burns and gouges from the northern wars. All this strength could be hers. If she chose it.

He watched her. The brown couldn't help it, though he was watching through his lashes, almost certain she was upset and would force him away. She'd seemed so annoyed that he dared her presence. Millieth came toward him, and he trembled, though not from fear. Never that, unless it was the apprehension that she would push him away. No, Jessereth wanted to reach out and draw her to him, to worship every inch and crevice of her. His muscles jumped with the effort to rein himself in. Then her hand, warm and burning, beneath his chin, her glorious visage framed in fire. He thought he could spend the rest of his life simply staring into that face - that it could sustain him. Jessereth groaned, needing her, turning his head to brush his lips against her hand; it was all he could permit himself to do without losing control.

And when she danced back, he followed, not wanting her to leave him aching and wanton. The sound that left his throat was half whine, half croon, his dark eyes pleading with her.

Jessereth's tail whipped, jerking him sideways in a strange maneuver that was clearly born of warfare, as the third suitor took to the skies and Millieth screamed her challenge. His wings folded, plunging him into a dive before the gold had yet completed her arch. He hadn't known that was what she intended - though he would like to think he had. No, he'd simply wanted to draw her attention away from the new bronze. Now he sped downward, flaring his wings just a little so they were plummeting alongside one another (though not close enough to touch). A surge of pride welled in his chest for the crafty, gorgeous gold, and he shared it with her. His Millieth. Not in the sense that he owned her, but that she completely owned him, from that first day on the riverbank. He pulled out of the dive before her, spiraling gently downward and waiting to see what the lovely beast would do next, for she was quickly coming up on the ground.

Always watching, he found himself wishing she would simply come back toward him. He needed her touch, though it scalded him, teased him. Trailing her, out to one side so as not to be out of her line of sight, he watched her greet the others and marveled at her graceful movements. A brow quirked. So she liked that, did she? Jessereth felt no qualms at following suit if it clearly pleased Millieth. Besides, his was the stronger frame. Much less showy, the brown slipped out of the half-opened shirt, his head rising, as if challenging her to find fault. He slung the garment over a shoulder, the movement causing the muscles in his chest to ripple. The half-lame left arm flexed, fingers twitching. Though he couldn't manage much with it, the limb itself was not atrophied or twisted, and Jessereth stood proudly with the scars slashing his shoulder, his chest. Deep, dreadful wounds, once, but that only showed his resilience.

Jessereth dipped his chin to Millieth, but the look in his dark eyes was anything but shy. It was almost as if he were inviting her to approach him again, to reach out and touch him. Could she really resist? She'd wanted to touch the bronze, and Jessereth was stronger in frame. His shoulders slid back, opening his chest more to her sight.

[dragon]

((NPC charries for flight))

The canopy of the forest exploded upward with yet another trumpeting call, the leaves and a few small branches raining back to earth in a spectacular shower, as a long, lithe bronze form emerged from the cloud of displaced foliage. Rarth had been strolling through the forest with his, when the call had come. And at the call, he'd gone tearing through the forest with one thought in mind foremost: find something to eat. While he had hunted, knowing he was too far from the feeding grounds to make that a timely and viable option, his H'tim had taken off at the fastest run he could manage for the Flight chamber. Having found and eaten a wild wherry, Rarth had taken the largest opening through the canopy he could find.

This was one of those instances that being a long, streamlined bronze had been in his favor, rather than a bulky one. He had mostly been able to slip through the canopy with little damage - only shallow bloodless scratches now adorned his sides. But they were given no thoguht at all, as Rarth's vision was filled with the glorious form of Millieth. Thankfully, she was not headed away from him ... but across. He was grateful that he hadn't been so unlucky as to have been behind the flight.

Uttering yet another lusty bugle, Rarth pumped his large wings hard and fast, building speed quickly as he flew low and fast across the top of the canopy. He rose only sightly, as the treetops reached up at him, getting far enough away to save his wings from the branches. Hoping that he wasn't too far away to get half a chance to win, Rarth poured on the energy, hurrying to close the distance. He was here! He was here, for her! And he was going to do his level best to impress her.

H'tim made it to the flight room winded ... he'd had to cover a lot of distance. But his long legs and well toned musculature served him well in that regard. Fairly tall and yet still looking like he was thickly built muscularly, H'tim was by no means a small man. His dark brown hair was a complete wind-tossed mess by the time he skidded to a stop outside the flightroom. He ran a hand over his head to brush it aside with little concern to how it looked ... he just needed to see so that he would walk through the doorway, and not into it. She was in there ... and he needed to get to her...

H'tim managed to make it into the room, a split moment later, chest still heaving from the exertion of just getting there ... a few slow breaths had done nothing at all to slow his need for more air. And the sight of her did not help any at all ... she was breathtakingly gorgeous!

He took up a position near her - but not too near. He so wanted to reach out and touch her - and he was close enough he could have - but he refrained from doing so. Just being near her was so ... euphoric.

[Ember]

At the roar Rosilinth raised his head, regarding his rider curiously. He had never let the brown chase a gold before. It was a shame, really. Rosilinth was big for a brown and certainly capable of flying a queen if he really tried. He did so want to fly for Millieth, a goddess among commoners. He would not fly for a gold without his rider's permission. It was just so ingrained in the brown not to chase one. He would chase a green because it did not bring much discomfort on Ch'ero if he won, but a gold flight - especially a weyrwoman or junior weyrwoman's gold - would not be the same if he caught the queen.

Ch'ero heard Millieth's call too and knew what it meant. He looked at the brown, his whirling violet eyes begging His to let him chase. The rider looked at the sleeping white firelizard asleep on his furs. So long as she would be alright...He left the weyr without addressing the brown, his destination the flightrooms where Kaegan was sure to be. He shortly found himself in front of them. At that point he turned his thoughts to the anxious brown. Go Rosilinth. This is your chance to show those bronzes what you're made of, the young looking rider told his beast. The sudden rush of lust sent him stumbling into the flightroom in which Kaegan and other males stood.

Rosilinth launched himself into the air, crooning apologetically to Millieth as he caught up to the pack of chasers. He was so sorry he was late but surely she could see his adoration of her? He was no bronze, but was that not a good thing? He would not outshine her. No one could outshine a heavenly being like herself. She must have hatched Rukbat itself, for she put its light to shame. None of the males chasing her were truly worthy enough of her favor, but Rosilinth would certainly try to impress her. Occasionally a goddess would answer the prayers of her worshippers.

Ch'ero spared no attention for the other lusty males in the room, his attention solely for Kaegan. She was so beautiful! He approached her not with caution but with reverence. Perhaps she would pick him this day, share a bit of herself with him? Time would tell.

[llew]

Speeding, dancing, twirling. . . she was beautiful, this queen, this glowing beacon he desired more than anything. He watched her movements with awe, the wanting in his breast mounting with every pulse of her glittering body that he echoed in pursuit. Her ringing challenge lit his every groaning fiber on fire; he flew harder, willing himself faster, faster, numb to the ripping wind and his hearts that threatened to beat his ribs to pieces.

She swam upward, dipped down, and Kirayuth faithfully churned after her. His body had none of a brown's lithe flexibility, or the quickness and reaction that was advantageous to their smaller forms. But he had strength in abundance, and he would show it. He would prove to her that he could handle her heat, could follow her lead, could demonstrate that he was worthy of her dangerous, alluring majesty.

He wasted no time with acrobatics, but instead snapped his wings open to be borne upward by a thermal. When he had reached her height, he abruptly folded them to his sides to bullet downward with the momentum only a body heavy with muscle could produce. The air rippled by in piercing rivets, and his flesh sighed with exertion. But he relished the sharpness of chase-flight: it kept him alert, ready. He would impress her with power, with endurance; not tricks.

He would be bold.

Kirayuth rumbled appreciatively at her attentions, panting with heat from his run and his lust. He reached out to grab the wrist that conducted her teasing hand, but Millieth had whirled away before he could touch her taunting, sinewy body. He followed, slowly, leisurely, drinking in the sight of her, eyes taking the place of longing hands. The further she moved away, the more inviting she became.

But he would wait, wait for her to choose him above the others. There was a daring in his deepset eyes, a determination in the set of his mouth now slanted upward with the faint grin of hunger. He stopped, head held high, hands clasping and unclasping at his sides as he wrestled with his wanting. He crooned. He would work, he would chase, he would rip hrough the sky. He would be hers, every aching part of him, if only he could have all of her.

[Tashe]

Snapping her wings open and slashing her tail to the side, the Golden Queen leveled out with a spin, her wings beats propelling her back the way she had first come. She was a two Weyr Dragon, she knew acrobatic moves that none of these pure Selenitas born and raised dragons have never seen, and only by adaptation and ingenuity would the Males be able to follow her. There were a few, that could possibly keep up with her antics, but then again... those trained in war would always have an advantage. Snaking her back over her shoulder, Millieth caught sight of two more dragons appear, a Bronze and a large Brown. She knew neither of the males who had appeared, but at this current stage of her flight, she could very well care less. They were late and so there for, the underdogs of the trailing chasers. Angling her wings into 'v's as she shot over the ridge of the waterfall, Millieth tilted her entire body to the side, taking a sharp turn to the left, bringing their path immediately toward the forest.

A hiss escaped her lips as the Brown and the Bronze entered the room, obviously having arrived later than they should have. Pointedly ignoring both of them as punishment, Millieth/Kaegan moved back toward Her Brown, the flash of exposed skin drawing her eye. Skirting the room with a few small spins, the Gold drew up close to Jessereth/Z'hin, quietly admiring his body. Fingers tracing a line down his abdomen, the female cooed before snatching up his hand and tugging him forward, bringing him to a position closer to the middle. He was trying hard to win her attention, his twirls and shows of affection had true merit to them, earning him a position in the leaders. Dropping his hand quickly when he was able to get the idea of where exactly she wanted him, Millieth/Kaegan proceeded on to deal with the late comers.

Millieth only lead the Males above the tree-line for a moment, twisting up unexpectedly, and angling herself toward the sun. The sky was clear of clouds, but Rukbat was as bright as it ever had been, causing the glow off of the Queen's hide to be almost a camouflage. Arching her back so that she could see exactly where her chasers were, the Gold shot downward with her talons extended, streaking above Rosilinth and Rarth with a screech. Maybe that would clue them in on her displeasure. Her momentum took her far away from the two, giving the chasers a new path to follow, one that would take them over the river after having gone through the woods.

Picking her way back to her original position, the Queen of the Skies huffed at Rarth/H'tim and then repeated the same noise at Rosilinth/Che'ro. She was not particularly happy with these two, they had come late, and that was not an okay thing to do. Pressing her palm against Rarth's chest, the Female growled slightly before making the Bronze back up from close to the middle, he hadn't proven himself yet. Fluttering over to Rosilinth, she pushed him backward also, he too needed to earn his place. Only when she was satisfied with the late-comer's positions, did Millieth/Kaegan slink her way over to Kirayuth. He did not try and Impress her with maneuvers or agility, but he radiated strength, he was sheer power packed into a well defined body. Grinning to herself as she circled him like a trainer would as she inspected an animal, Millieth/Kaegan rubbed her head and shoulders against his back. Twisting around so that she could hook her hand on his arm, the Gold tugged him forward, into a position across from Jessereth. He too, was excepted into her leader, her favored. Glancing over to Bearinth, Millieth/Kaegan cocked her head, unsure as where to put him. He certainly was a head of Rarth and Rosilinth, and yet, he currently wasn't at the level of Jessereth and Kirayuth. Tapping her foot impatiently, the Queen left the Leader Bronze to his own devices as she changed her attention to the second Bronze. Leaping to the spot between the two circles where she wanted Bearinth to stand, Millieth/Kaegan crooked a finger to signal him to move forward, returning to the middle of the room immediately after.

Spinning through the air like an arrow, the Queen roared as she passed over the River and deftly skirted the edge of the tree's. Lowering her body so that her belly almost touched the water's surface, Millieth waited until the waterfall appeared once more before allowing herself to drop down even farther, sending up a large geyser of water as she angled into the canyon. She would lead her Males through the canyon of Human Weyrs, down through the cliffs and out toward the sea. That was her plan, and unless anything went wrong, thats how the flight would be executed.

[reqqy]

His eyes flashed lustily as she drew near, the male crooning and tossing his head back, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. She came. He knew she would. Her fingers traced his hard stomach, sliding over the trailing ends of the scar tissue that hadn't much faded over the last turn. Eyes half-lidded, he watched her, the croon deepening into a growl. His yearning for her was clear in that sound - a sound of frustration. Not that she touched him, no, but that he couldn't touch her in return until she made it clear she wanted him and only him. Did it cross his mind that might not be the end result? Perhaps, but he didn't dwell on it.

She caught up his hand with a suddenness he hadn't quite expected - his left hand. A twinge down his shoulder, and the shirt finally fell to the floor as he stumbled on that first step, quickly righting himself and following obediently. His fingers tightened in her grip - more of an effort than he'd like to admit - squeezing her hand with a gentle firmness as he ran his thumb over the delicate appendage in the only carress he was allowed at this stage. Though he wanted to halt her progress and enwrap her in his arms, Jessereth of the skies had not been given leave - the Flight continued. Millieth had something else in mind in tugging him along. He groaned as she left him, forcing his hand to release her, though it hovered for a moment before falling back to his side.

The brown maintained his vigil above her, now, sliding nimbly after in a near-mirror of her movements, though all the frills had been cast aside. He was the smallest of her Chasers, and he knew that he was now among the favored; more acrobatics than necessary would only tire him, and he could not afford that. Actually, he was a strong creature - strong enough to rival these bronzes and the large brown- but they would not know that, and ignorance was a definite advantage. Still, he made sure that every turn was tight, every flare of wing and lash of tail economical. Millieth far outstripped any other gold within this weyr - any other gold he'd seen in the north. He would not Chase any other gold, for he didn't respect them, didn't yearn after them as he did Millieth. He yearned after no one as he did Millieth. Her slightest sign of approval was his sustenance.

The brown plummeted low, hugging the waterfall and the spray to coat himself with water droplets before he leveled out and angled upwards. Jessereth hugged the tree canopy, lower than any of the other males could safely manage. His crooning had stopped, but the slight touch of his mental presence didn't. He opened himself to her, every moment of awe and pride at her woundrous flying - even the flash of annoyance when she outmanuevered him, the crafty queen! Although said annoyance always quickly transformed to pride again. Her males must truly be skilled to even hope to compete with her! Jessereth urged her on, wanting the best for her (whatever that entailed). If it meant that he fell short of her, than so be it, though the brown would try his utmost not to disappoint.

Now upward! He felt for her, not relying on his eyes, as she had become a slightly brighter radiance within Rukbat's brilliant glow. Her mental presence drew him after, his wings pumping strongly, the brown dancing out of the reach of his larger competitors so as not to be tossed about by the strength of their wingstrokes. He felt himself falling a little behind, but not much. Not much. An extra burst of energy, and he was again at the same elevation as the main body of chasers. Wouldn't do to noticeably fall behind, now would it? The brown skipped to one side as a draft of warm air tickled his wingtip, immediately finding the thermal and slashing upward. That was better! He could see her now, from this angle, quite clearly. And she outshone Rukbat - she truly did.

This new angle allowed him to notice her manuevering for another dive. Delighted at how canny she was, Jessereth slipped into an air current, using it to preserve his stamina and riding it so long as it mirrored Millieth's general direction. No one could hold a candle to her glory! The angles weren't exactly right, though, so he had to leave the current after a few moments, arching up and out of it before streaming, belly up, in a shallow dive that was quickly bringing him directly above her by about a hundred feet. He then let loose with a tight barrel roll, hoping the water droplets that left him in a spray might momentarily catch her attention before he arched into a truly steep dive, his great wings sliding in to press tightly against his sides.

The brown's wings suddenly flared as water sprayed upward, rocking him, genuinely surprised but then...Crafty! He rode the rocking, spinning with it so as not to lose much momentum and angling steeply off his dive so that it might propel him forward at greater speed. Momentary concern for his beauty flared as he saw how close her wingtips came to brushing the sides of the canyon. The anxiety faded to a slight concern, however. He trusted that she knew what she was doing.

Land-Jessereth spared the slightest glance for Kirayuth, acknowledging the male as part of the greater play for Millieth's affections. All the others were not on a level with either he or this bronze, and he did not deign to notice them, even when they were touched by the gold that consumed his attention. Every toss of her head, every lithe, cattish movement tested his restraint. His pulse raced, clear in the line of his strong neck. Raced faster as she took her place at the center, between him and his only acknowledged rival, though Kirayuth was completely forgotten with Millieth just within reach. His arm lifted, extended to her, palm up, but he did nothing more, the limb steady. All she had to do was move the barest fraction of a step closer and his fingertips would again have the pleasure of her softness, but that was her decision to make. He crooned, regarding her longingly.

[randi]

Millieth continued to rise higher and so he followed, ever faithful to her trail for the moment, content to follow her path. That he did not receive the same greeting as the brown made Bearinth think, for the briefest of moments, that she did not want him here. The thought was enough to make the bronze desire to meet her wishes, though the gently caress of her happiness kept him steady. He reached back with a soft touch, pouring out his endless praise for her glory, his awe of her beauty, and his willingness to do whatever it took to please her. He did not expect it to impress her, for those were feelings owed to her by any who dared to share the skies with her. Sharing with her his own devotion, for that briefest moment, he also gave her His's own undying adoration for Hers, a feeling that the human had seemed to believe stretched far deeper than Flights. Were it not for the deep fondness for the human gold, he would not have shared such a silly thing at all.

Her nearness made K'nam/Bearinth's heart pound. The feel of her hand on his arm sent a shock of electricity through him, and it took most of his willpower not to touch her back. The tugging was welcomed, and, for the briefest moment, they touched before she whirled back to her stance in the middle of the room while he turned to watch her, making a quick, apologizing noise for the unneeded contact. Seeing her go to Kirayuth, though, made him utter a playful growl. She was so teasing, yet not cruelly.

The bronze man had hardly realized that both the brown and other bronze had removed their shirts before he had done so as well. His previous posture, begging for her to accept him was cast aside as the garment was as well. He was standing full height now, and wasn't he dashingly handsome? Well aged, he was no child or awkward teen but a man, not to mention his own healthy, strong figure that he'd had for ages. All of this, strong, powerful, and yet he was completely at her mercy, for her to accept or deny.

And then there were two more who lagged behind them, who seemed to have belatedly decided that they were worthy enough to rise to the challenge. Another bronze and a brown entered, but they were only distractions which were soon brushed aside. All that mattered was the gold who commanded all of their attention. Of any difference they might hold, surely, that was where all five males agreed.

As Millieth shot up, Bearinth kept his steady pace, watching her arch with the same awe he had given her brief seconds before. Yes, she was the most beautiful gold, the absolute queen of queens. Let none deny her that. Following after her dive, he kept her in his eyesight, but instead of leveling off, the large wings flared, carrying up away from her, and giving him a chance to wing after her when she turned. She was such a clever queen! Following over the waterfall, his turn left was not as sharp, yet the correcting spin was quite acrobatic, if he did say so himself.

The sudden arching into the sun made him watch, unable to follow her, not because he lacked the want to, but because he was stunned by the sudden burst of gold. Surely, there were two in the sky, to light Pern in it's darkest hour, though Millieth, unlike the weak Rukbat, did not ever have to leave the Weyr. No, she could be a light when there was no other, to give life even when her older twin turned her face away.

Swinging his large body deftly, he closed the distance between himself and the river, leaving behind the forest to follow her with the water. His large wings swallowed the air, closing the distance between himself and Millieth, though not completely. He just wanted, needed to be near her, didn't she see?

The man-body watched her deciding where to place him, though he was pleased that she did not seem content to toss him into the ring with the late comers. The come-hither appearance had him following, closing the gap between them before he stood between both. So he was not as high as Kirayuth and Jessereth, though he was determined to prove himself otherwise.

She was dangerously close to the ground, even touching the water. Bearinth dropped as well, on the river bank, propelling himself ahead to keep pace with her. The spray of water made his hide glisten even more from both sun's rays. As she angled downward, he swung farther out, to allow her to keep her space before his own wings pinned and he dove into the canyon. All the dragons and humans should be watching her now! They had no excuse for not seeing her radiance, seeing her triumph in the skies, none whatsoever!

[neeuqtar]

((I was going to put Rath in the Flight, but I think I'm going to have R'non take him off somewhere pre-Flight so that he's not involved in it. He -really- hates that Kaegan's afraid of him... also I'm -really really- late. Unless you want me in?))

[dragon]

Rarth watched in amazement at the deft skill the golden beauty displayed in the air ... something he could not hope to match at all. He just hadn't learned those things. But he would! He would, oh yes he would. Rarth watched her every moved, every flowing, rippling muscle, every twinkle and shine of her golden hide. She was so lovely. And he was going to do his very best to win her! He was still ripping along at low altitudes when she twisted around and started through all the maneuvers. Rarth was too far back to even considering trying to follow her through them ... He'd get lost just trying to remember it all. So he did the next best thing. He bee-lined for her, no matter where she was. He had to get closer! Rarth was driven by the need to get closer to her, to see her, to feel the wind coming off her magnificent wings.

He did not even blink as she came toward him with those talons extended, and did not even try to dodge her. He well understood her wrath ... he had been late. But only because he had been so very far away! Thankfully, she did not actually tear into him - he would have let her had she desired to do so. Grateful to be left intact to continue the chase, he spun about, doubling back over his tail quickly. He was long and lithe, allowing for such a stunt, though he did have to rise from the forest slightly to accomplish it. It, however, was not a stunt for the stunt's sake ... he was merely trying to save as much distance as he possibly could to follow her back the other way.

The result of the bee-lining meant that he took a lot of short cuts from her path, especially when she was arcing up and down through the air. His flight path had a wobble in it, but not nearly as drastic a hyperbole as hers. Powering along with all the speed he could muster, combined with his shorter flight path, the sleek bronze managed to make up ground really quickly. Soon, he was in the thick of the flight, and then he was maneuvering quickly to get around out beyond some of those big bodies that were just simply in his way!

He needed to see her ... he needed to see her in all her magnificent glory. Stumbling across a small thermal, he shot upward without really meaning to, but he crossed out of it quickly again. Rarth had gained some altitude from it, and he really hadn't wanted it... cause now he had to dive downward to follow her. Now that the bronze was closer to her, he changed tactics again ... now he was following on her tail as closely as he dared get. Slightly above and behind her, he continued to work his wings quickly, moving air like it was his wings' sole mission in life to propel him ever faster through the air.

The going was slightly easier in her wake, and he did not leave it. Right here, he could not only see her, and marvel at her glowing beauty, he could even smell her. And oh, how lovely her scent was! A low rumble started in Rarth's throat, and boiled forth, to be ripped away by the wind and the water.

The water being flung about by all the dragons passing in such a hurry occasionally came in contact with his recently oiled hide, and he did not pay it any mind at all as it beaded up and rolled off, shining like tiny gems as they fell back to the river below and behind him. His attention was solely on her ... the marvelous Millieth, Queen of all the sky on Pern!

In the flight room, Rarth's skin tingled and burned where Millieth had touched him. Never mind she was driving him back - she had acknowledged that he was there, and then had touched him! He wanted to take a hold of that hand, but though his arm twitched to do so, he restrained the movement from anything more than just that - a twitch. And then she was spinning away again. He purred deep in his chest, wanting her to come back. Only then was he bothered by his position in the back. She had blown him off as not worthy ... but at least she had not kicked him out of the room entirely! He ached to move forward again, to get closer to her once more. But H'tim held his ground, knowing far better than to enrage her. But being tied so tightly with the truly hard-working Rarth in the sky, working so hard to get closer, it was just about all he could do to not do the same, and move closer again.

Rarth dropped down into the canyon, following hot on Millieth's path. He spared the other males only enough attention to keep from plowing into any of them, or colliding as the big bodies jostled for position in the narrow canyon. Rarth slowly extended his wings farther outward with each successive beat, rather aware that those rock walls would spell his doom if he even nicked one of them with a wingtip. He pulled them back in as needed, quite well aware of just how far out his wings reached. But though his wings were narrower than her glowing pinions, he was still cautious about how far out he reached.

Rarth really didn't like the canyon for more reasons than that, however ... here there was almost no room for maneuvering, and once the males found thier positions in the flight, that was about all there was to it, as far as he could tell. They were locked into those positions until the flight left the canyon ... unless one wanted to try the seriously dangerous over or under passing. That sort of thing would also cost time and energy. Deciding that he was best right where he was at, Rarth held his position in the canyon, following after her loyally. He knew she could not Choose while in the canyon, and he would bide his time to move closer up after they left the rocky chasm. He couldn't very well win her favor if he killed himself on the rock faces that were zipping past him.

[Ember]

With a sad croon Ch'ero tried to get Kaegan's attention. He had not meant to come late! He could make it up to her, if she would let him. He was an older, more experienced brown. He had fought more battles than he could count, with the scars to prove it. Obviously he had won for he was standing in her domain - he would be there even if he had been slain - so what could he do to prove to her that he was worthy of her attention, if not more? He watched her lithe frame as Kaegan rearranged another brown, smaller and younger than he. What appeal did such a brat hold for her? He made another more dignified and adoring croon. She ought to see how much he wanted her!

Rosilinth watched as his angel swooped down towards him. She was displeased! As well she should be. How dare he be late? He couldn't help ducking the outstretched talons. How could he chase her if he was injured after all? He barrel rolled away from the talons. He had been a fighting dragon far too long to let that hit him. Now, of course, he was fighting for her attention. He followed after her, attempting to get close enough to show her just how skillful he was. He was not fast or particularily agile, but he was strong! Oh, he would push himself to the limit of speed and agility for sure, if only he could show her just how strong and capable he was.

Ch'ero watched curiously as Kaegan moved the other latecomer away from her apparent special spot. Then she came to him, the contact an electrifying experience. While he admired her close up he obediently moved backwards before she went to change other chasers' positions in the room. If he was so far away, how would he ever prove himself to her? She returned to the middle and he watched her for a moment. She was gold! He would not stand where he was while others got to bask in her glow more fully. He stripped off his shirt for there was no need for it. He crooned gently. Would she turn and look? He was a fine male, brown though he was. With a boldness not normally exhibited in a flight Ch'ero stepped forward, away from the spot she had given him. How could she admire him from so far away? He dared not go all the way to the next farthest male but he put himself ahead of the shunned bronze. He was bold enough for such a golden beauty!

Rosilinth snuck forward, managing to get in a position where he thought Millith would see him. He put on a sudden burst of speed and then performed an inverted loop. See, he could show off! It would tire him but he would do anything for the beautiful queen. He moved into the canyon after her. Somewhere among those human weyr His bravely contested for Kaegan's affections, just as he himself chased Millieth. He bugled a single deep note that spoke all too well of his devotion in the chase and his adoration of Millieth.