Aslath's Maiden Flight

[ravenmane]

Cyanth flew fater the Queen and heard her say she would get to them. The Bronze prepared himself in case he was Chosen. He was not and Salneth had won. Out of no where, Mosrath appeared. The great beast had targeted Cyanth for his anger and it hurt. The intruding Bronze had caught Cyanth's wing, his sied and his back leg. The wounded Bronze seemed howl from the pain as he began to quickly lose altitude. The agony too much for the Great Bronze as he struggled to get to his weyr. As Cyanth reached the Weyrbowl, he collapsed, pain terorizing his body. P'normine, I hurt!!!!!!!!

P'nor screamed in agony as his whole body seemed to be ripped apart. He blindly stumbled out of the Flight Room, and fell beside his wounded Bronze. The pain drained him of his needed energy. Hopefully someone nearby would find him. "GET A HEALER OUT HERE!!!!!" P'nor bellowed at the top of his lungs. His mighty Cyanth was hurt and it hurt for him too. [Don't worry, Cyanth, someone might come.]

((I was bored so I might it bad. ))

[Requiem]

Her thoughts came too late for him to adjust course. Too late, his wings already folded against his body, the air screaming past his hide, but even as he realized he could not respond, he knew he didn’t need to. Somehow, be it by fate, luck, or something else entirely, her sudden dive coincided with his own. Crooning, he clutched her to him fiercely, sparing just a momentary glance at the raging Marsroth as pride swelled his chest. Pride, not for himself – he knew he had nothing to do with this fluke that had placed her right in his path – but for the one gold that had thwarted Benden’s lead bronze. You did well, Aslath. Better than any other Queen. His neck twined with hers. And now you are safe. Only then did Salenth perform as instinct demanded.

S’rei was still in a mild state of shock, both at the unwanted arrival of the Benden Weyrleader and at the conclusion of the Flight. His only desire had been to see Shmee out of C’leon’s hands. Well, not only desire, but certainly the stronger. The bronzerider felt the hunger sink its claws in him, and he pushed past C’leon with a snarl, immediately moving to help Shmee up – only she didn’t need it. The woman was in his arms, or rather, clutching at him, before he even realized she’d regained her feet. He returned her passion after a moment, losing himself.

(fade-out)