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Post by llew on Sept 15, 2008 19:12:24 GMT -5
His breath escaped his lips in a gasping hiss of ecstasy as that beautiful golden head glanced his back. His pride swelled, his chest rose and fell with quickening pace; he was drawn to the middle. Jessereth stood close by, but the brown was of no consequence to Kirayuth's racing mind. He was a bronze, and it was enough to be one of her few.
He hoped to be her only.
Kirayuth marvelled at her versatility, the flexibilty that even such a powerful body as hers could harbor. He could not help but project his admiration, and dutifully matched her movements, stroke for stroke. Though loyal to Selenitas, he was Benden-born, too, and had far from forgotten the training he received there, or the expectations he and his were held to. He followed Millieth if not with breeze-like ease, with a confident familiarity he was assured none of the others could draw from their Selenitas-upbringing.
He pulled out of his headfirst-dive with as much care as his lusty, determined, awed mind could muster, bent on preserving speed, but cautious not to splay his wings too quickly, lest the force of his downward momentum snap the bone of his wings. Opening gradually, he levelled smoothly, then twisted to follow the Queen in her path across the treeline and into the sun. The two innermost eyelids closed immediately in anticipation of its blinding light; he could not afford to be stunned, he could waste no time, no effort. He focused on the wind pulsing from her powerful wings, rather than the blinding glitter of her body. He could anticipate her tricks, and rise to the challenge.
He ignored the newcomers, though inwardly snorted with derision. Late? For this queen? How dare they. She was worth better than tardiness -- she was worth risking everything.
They descended into the canyon. He followed her, close as he dared to the water, closer than caution advised. He crooned as the droplets she shed from her ascent sprayed his face, the cool against his sun-blazed, flight-heated skin sending needles of pleasure throughout his body.
She was cunning. She was all, everything he wanted.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Sept 16, 2008 21:30:58 GMT -5
Folding her wings so they wouldn't hit the narrowing walls around her, Millieth was glad she had remembered to pick up speed before entering the canyon, enabling her to snap shut her wings and shoot out the crack at the end without loosing much momentum. As soon as the Golden Queen was free of her confines, Millieth pumped her wings quickly, gaining as much altitude as she could before the followers erupted out after her. Her body was starting to get heavy, her wings were starting to ache, and it was all thanks to her previous life. The drugs that had been administered to her when she was younger affected her well into adulthood, it had been an assurance for the Weyr, that she would have to pick well... and fast. Snarling to herself as she swung around in a circle before quietly progressing toward the ocean, Millieth started to way the pros and cons of the males.
Jessereth. He was agile, strong, nice, and it felt like he truly felt these emotions for her. He had been able to keep up with the Bronzes in her flight, and he had also been the first one to arrive, in total expending more energy than almost all of the other chasers. But then again, he wasn't a Bronze, and there lay the most immediate problem. Inbred into her, the Gold craved the metallic hide far more than that of it's lesser shinny brothering. This young Brown was a very tough call for her... placing his name at the back of her mind for storage, Millieth looked to her next chaser, trying to place him.
Bearinth. They had belonged to the same Weyr, and Her's had known His even before she became a candidate, if only just a little. He was a well built Bronze, sturdy and reliable in times of need, as he had shown her before. Although she wasn't totally attached to the male, he certainly meant something to her. He was, despite his color, a very non-arrogant dragon. Bearinth also was wise and clever, something a leader needed to successfully run a Dragonic community. But as to whether or not he could rule a large population, she wasn't so sure. Shaking her head, the Gold snorted and moved onto the next male in her line up.
Kirayuth. He was also Benden born, and had shown the ability to keep up with her antics, matching them in stride. He was strongly built, and exuded an air of commanding, as if he had been or was currently in a position of power. Young and supple despite his size, he looked as if he could put a dragon in its place, despite the age of him or her, as long as they were in a lower rank. Yet, she knew almost nothing about this dragon, she barely knew his name. He had kept up with her well enough, truly trying to prove himself, it was because of that she had moved him up.
The Brown and the Bronze. She knew nothing about either of the males, but at least the Brown acted sad about being incredibly late to join. He definitely wasn't last of the two, but he still wasn't in her books as one of the leaders of the flight. Bobbing her head as her chest tightened slightly, Millieth began sorting through the names one more time, organizing them into a list.
Stepping out of her spotlight, the Gold slowly made her way to the unknown Bronze, giving him a saddened croon. He had not caught her attention, she was happy that he had tried, but he wasn't in competition. Stroking his cheek with a sort of finality, Millieth/Kaegan skittered away to the edge of the room, circling the men with a morose feeling. Slipping up beside the unknown Brown, the Queen also gave his cheek a gentle stroke, he was also dismissed. Although he had earned a hand over his heart, an understanding that he had tried to rectify his being late, and an understanding of why. Bouncing away, Millieth/Kaegan perked up as she slid beside Bearinth, leading him forward to her inner ring. These three males had earned the right to be there, and they should be proud to have been in her favored, despite whether or not they were chosen. She had decided at these Males had what it took to be Her's, to share ruling the skies, they all had the will and possibility. Twirling for the Males as she re-entered the ring, the Queen gave them a playful smirk as she removed her own shirt. It certainly wouldn't do to be the odd one out.
Removing the males she had dismissed from her mind, Millieth centered her thoughts on the males behind her, her favorites. They were the only ones left, and the decision was a hard one! But she was beginning to tire, and Millieth knew she didn't have much time left to spend on decision, forcing her to act with her instinct rather than thinking about it anymore. The ocean was in sight, and the lobs of her wings tilted as she caught an upward thermal, gaining altitude without spending much energy. She had to get higher up before all of her strength gave out, even if she didn't make it all the way to the ocean, she'd still have it behind her as she danced.
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Swinging around in a circle, the Gold crooned unhappily as the saddening thought of giving up any of these males attacked her. She didn't want to pick one! They were all special, and she wanted them all... but she knew she couldn't. Giving them all a heart-felt coo, the Gold wanted them all to know that they were all her's, despite what ever happened. Dismayed, Millieth/Kaegan settled her eyes upon each of the Males for the last time, the lust building in her fighting to get out...
... Screeching as she reached as high as she needed to go, Millieth wheeled around and angled herself at her chosen one. He was Her Bronze! She needed him! Reaching out with her claws...
... Millieth/Kaegan attached herself to the Male, nuzzling into his neck as her other self clasped herself onto his other self. He was Her Kirayuth! ...
... Huffing a sigh as she twined her neck with his, the Queen sought comfort in the warm pulsing body next to her's. Happily letting the Need take over completely, Millieth and Kaegan set to do what needed to be done.
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Post by llew on Sept 16, 2008 22:33:49 GMT -5
He was tiring, burdened by the ache of his lust and of his muscles. He had flown his hardest. Would that he could give her more than his best, for she deserved the earth, the sky, the world. Was his performance enough to please her, enough for her, for Millieth, who glittered like the sun and flew like a meteor? Would it be, would he be. . . ?
She slowed, turned, turned to. . . Kirayuth could feel her eyes on him, Jessereth, Bearinth, observing analyzing, judging, judging their. . . Wings folded, she swooped, choice made, towards, towards. . .
. . . him?
Was he worthy? Was he too young? Was he too bold? Too, too. . .
The last of any, all doubt that still lingered in his being vanished when her talons sunk into his flesh. His nerves were numb to any feeling but pure ecstasy. He was claimed. He twined his body with hers, hers, he was hers, honored to be Milleth's, Millieth's. . .
Kaegan, Millieth, queen, gold. . . names and colors whirled through his mind in a thick, inextricable haze. A tiny needle of hesitance tugged at the back of his mind, telling him to run, to escape what could, what might, what. . . what had they done? He sighed with her, the wind rattling through his lungs with the relief of release. Crooning, Kirayuth's drew her, warm and soft, close against him, and he buried his face in her neck. The Need took him, and the fear disappeared; he was swallowed.
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Post by reqqy on Sept 17, 2008 9:26:43 GMT -5
He winged higher as soon as they broke out of the canyon, the long, straight flight having settled into his muscles like a cancer. Snarling, Jessereth slashed through the air out of pure stubbornness. Too much, too early. It didn't surprise him, in the end, when she descended on another. He was only brown. Only...Yet still it stung. His lungs ached. Jessereth let his mental touch slip from Millieth, not wanting to feel her ecstasy, though he was...well, not happy, but accepting of her choice. The bronze was strong. And bronze. Yes, bronze. He continued past the twining dragons, out over the beach. Further, faster, pumping his wings for the last of their energy. As far as he could get from the bronze and his Millieth and the weyr to which they would eventually return.
His muscles ached, but they were a welcome distraction.
Z'hin pulled back with a snarl, part of his mind released from the lust, though only part. He shook himself, a quiet anger in his gaze that was purely the man's as he caught sight of the children clinging to one another. A sneer took his lips in an expression that was rare for him, and he snatched up his shirt, a dangerous cast to his posture as he stalked from the room. Why Jessereth insisted on pursuing this one was beyond him. He'd rather not be in her arms, but the brown's hurt slashed at him, making him want to slap some sense into the woman. The dragon. Whomever. Soon, he'd go to Jessereth. Soon. But he had other things to take care of first, to dispel the haze that still gripped him and the throbbing pain.
He didn't see who she was. Didn't care. Presumably she was a Flightmoth, but even if she wasn't, it didn't matter. Later. But not now. Without pausing, he swept her up by the waist, throwing her over a shoulder and disappearing into one of the other rooms.
Jessereth finally could fly no further, the brown descending to the beach with a rumbling growl. He cast about, finding the great rocks that jutted up toward the skies and wedged himself between them, curling around the outcropping where he rested, chest heaving. His eyes watched the waves, yellow-orange and swirling slowly. He huffed softly, blowing loose a pile of scree.
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Post by dragon on Sept 17, 2008 21:20:23 GMT -5
After shooting out of the canyon after Millieth, Rarth started beating his wings with a feirce determination to not let her get away from him. Angling upwards, he followed her toward the ocean, marveling at her shapely form that glinted and glimmered in the light coming down from Rukbat. A more stately Queen, there never was!
And when she turned to look at her suitors, Rarth puffed himself up as big as he dared, and still be able to suck in the massive amounts of air he was needing, to stay in the chase. He struck every pose he could think of in the air, trying desperately to get her attention. Finally, he had to quit doing that, as he was starting to lose altitude with so much of his energy diverted from climbing.
And then Millieth seemed to make her choice among the many, and moved toward him. For a breif moment, Rarth's heart swelled with joy, as he thought she was coming to him. But, alas, it was not to be, as she never even made it as far as he. She, instead, chose another. In that split instant, Rarth's heart deflated entirely, crushed. He had been so hopeful, so energetic in his pursuit ... he had so hoped for her to be his.
Turning slightly, Rarth started a slow, spiralling descent back to the ground. All his energy seemed to drain from his very bones in the defeat, as well as his desire to stay in the sky. There was nothing there for him, anymore. The greatest Queen of all had deemed him unworthy of her attention. What was left, after that?
In the flightroom, after having already been shoved to the back of the group, it was all too easy for H'tim to leave the room unnoticed ... even by the other members of the flight that had been rejected. Possessed of his wits once more, the rider concentrated on locating his dragon, and consoling the poor beast all at the same time.
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