Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Apr 2, 2011 1:15:42 GMT -5
There is simply no need to preface this. The events that lead up to the luminous glow on Quixoth's hide were frankly rather boring, and for the exception of a quick exchange between her and Raebeli over the irony of an oversized featherduster - ahem Cap'n - causing more messes than cleaning them, the day for the most part consisted of the tiny green shedding the grey from her hide and throwing her body left and right in fits of restless sleep. It was a shame really that the day did not bring her more in the way of relaxation, since she was after all so very carefully conserving every morsel of energy for the twilight and the waning of Rukbat's dominion over the planet. Yes everything was flipped around and upside down for the green, because it was all about the night life for Quixoth, and with the evening still young, and eerie colors of a dying day streaking across the horizon like the bright lights of her own personal stage, the little dragon made it her business to be front and center; stirring from her strained slumber to slip off of her resting place into a near freefall before opening her wings and angling around over the canyon.
This movement did not so much resemble fun as much as it appeared to be a search. Her exacting wingbeats took her in deliberate directions, past the ledges of the blues and browns and around again until she was up high in the sky and speeding around to her destination. She had a challenge for the males of the Weyr you know - yes a challenge, this wasn't so much a quest for her affection as a test of their worthiness - and it needed to be heard loud and clear. So then what better forum for her than the heights of the drumtower, which she sunk her claws into and perched on for a moment as she called to arms her little militia of dragon suitors.
Wake up, wake up, it's not your bed times now is it? It was accompanied by something of a playful trumpeting, Come now. I know you're all horrible flirts, but can any of you actually show me your worth? It was clear the poor thing's patience was wearing thin of the ever boring and predictable displays of affection that had been sent her way in the days leading up to this moment, and while she was polite if rather quiet in the face of it all, now the frustrations had finally built up and culminated into pure kinetic energy and she could hardly wait. To fly and feel the air whisk away the burning heat off of her hide was her one true wish. It was in everyone's best interest to hurry, hurry, hurry.
Raebeli meanwhile had finally given up on straining her head and over thinking the whole "psychological implications of waking up with a stranger in the morning" thing in favor of just embracing the experience. She was rather enthralled with the animal drives that had hijacked her body, giving rise to the tiniest of hairs to bristle along the back of her neck. In her excitement the mindhealer had taken to hanging in the doorway of the flight room, her blush colored blouse already drifting dangerously far off of her shoulder and the stick of red lip stain in her hand signifying that she was more than willing to greet her participants one by one with a kiss. She gave the best ones if she said so herself and everyone should get the great honor of a lasting impression stamped onto their skin. Smacking her lips together and placing a hand on her cocked hip, she leaned out into the hallway. Oh where, oh where were her lovers at?
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Apr 2, 2011 16:51:22 GMT -5
And you're certain...? But matters of certainty were not a question in dragon minds, only human ones. Nevertheless, M'ta had to question the small brown with his half-crippled wings. The grieving brown. Still grieving. Perhaps because M'ta hadn't yet, couldn't yet, wouldn't when any hint of it started 'Ruth off again. A most unfortunate cycle the pair was stuck in, and soon the little ones would have a bluepair and 'Ruth would be left to sunning and dwelling. Which was perhaps the edge of desperation to it all; the brown had his syren call, and M'ta had tied him to the mast, so to speak. No Odysseus to lure to the depths...but M'ta was a man, too, and her song was not beyond his notice.
Stubbornness, 'Ruth termed it. And so it probably was. So it had probably always been, from his first moments on the streets of a cruel and foreign hold.
But Lketh's had given the dragon ideas. That and perhaps the raging of hormones that had drawn the brown as a moth to flame after every female to Rise before the last Hatching. Who could say that he could not fly and teach the little ones to fly if he Chased? (He put out of mind the misgivings about keeping up, and even of delicate wingsails tearing under the strain.) Quixoth was very beautiful, and innocent and young...Behruth adored the young and the young of heart, to his own great pain. In more ways than one this past turn. The male had made up his mind that Quixoth would be the one to legitimize him, and he'd perform as best he could for her in return. His could not keep him from this lesser thing. He'd made his compromises already, and M'ta owed him.
His affairs in order, his daughter in Kalierre's care and under the watchful gaze of the playful and devoted Devon, M'ta's hand found warm hide. "If it's what you want." He made no further comment. It was untrue to say he'd been with no one but R'wign since their relationship began turns ago...but it was untrue to say he'd touched or been touched by anyone since his weyrmate's death, either. Still, he didn't argue with 'Ruth; it wasn't as if the brown's chances were high at all with a green he hardly knew and wings such as his.
Details the brown didn't acknowledge. Behruth did not spring to air so much as roll into it from a fall off his ledge. His wings were spread and buoying him at the outset. The flare at the trough of a dive held more risk than simple flight for him, and strained him more. The blue-sized brown was not his glorious hue, of course. Hadn't been for months. But he was brighter than he'd been most recently, and when his mind brushed Quixoth's in greeting, there was genuine delight in her and no small amount of determination. You give me my worth, lovely Quixoth, he told her with complete sincerity. And she did. Especially if the ones who would decide when M'ta asked to keep the desert weyrlings happened to notice this Flight. Why shouldn't they? She was enough to attract any male's attention.
The brownrider debated locking himself in his room, but locks had never been an obstacle for a determined M'ta and the idea was discarded in due course. Anyway, such thoughts were moot the moment 'Ruth took to wing. Their barriers crumbled in an instant and there was no reason left in the man. Any decisions he might have made prior now fled, and it was not long before he was standing before the lovely Quixoth, a small smile touching his face. "Hello," the man murmured, his hands sliding behind his back where they could not be judged.
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Post by Shiny on Apr 3, 2011 2:22:36 GMT -5
Canvases of blizzard-white eyes observed the darkening sky with anticipation and readiness, wings perfectly folded against the curve of his back in his eloquent lying position. He had known this day would be coming; he could feel the vibes from his Green clutchsister. His had avoided the topic of conversation completely, but she knew it would come sooner or later. That time was now.
Wridelth smoothly swung his head in the direction of the furs, upon which his bonded laid on her stomach with her forehead resting on her forearms. Queen was curled in a hatchling-sized metallic ball on the small of her back. I desire to Chase Quixoth - I require your opinion first.[/i]
With a sigh heaved into the furs, Syrene raised her head to look blearily at the pale Blue dragon that stood out so well against the darkening sky. For a few moments she stared miserably, then heaved another sigh, making Queen rise up and down. "Holding you back from Chasing would be cruel of me, and although cruel is my thing... Here's just hoping you don't catch her." Although Wridelth said nothing, she could feel appreciation humming in her mind, lips slightly stretching into something that resembled a warm smile in return.
Blue Chase Green?[/i] Queen questioned, unfurling on Syrene's back. At least you not have to worry about producing hatchlings with male.[/i] The black-haired girl blushed furiously at Queen's reference to her potentially sleeping with another woman. "Shut up and get off me, or I'll roll over and squish you." The Bronze snapped at her back in retaliation, but soon realized that although Syrene was his cushion, having her whole bed to himself was much better. Thus, he complied, crawling into the exact center of the cot as soon as Syrene stood and stretched out like he owned it.
With a final brush of cool appreciation, Wridelth raised his torso and hind and padded to the edge of the stone jutting, taking a dive off and unfurling his wings as the wind rushed over his sleek hide. He had perfectly timed it so that he was just a few seconds behind Quixoth as she flew past. Pale hide gleaming in the night light, Wridelth soared towards the Green with what could only be described as utter grace and dignity, moves extremely calculated in an awe-inducing way.
Quixoth, only genetic variance separates us in light of intelligence. You are infinitely beautiful, perfect.[/i] Coming from Wridelth, who was 100% logical, that was saying a lot. Even the fact that the Blue had taken an interest in the Green at all was a huge compliment, as his standards were ever so high. He circled the diameter of the drum tower at the glowing Green's level, watching her with beautifully light-reflecting white eyes, sleek, pale form weaving in and out of the air like a blade through butter.
While she was still mostly in her own mind-frame, Syrene did her makeup and fixed her hair, taking extra care to actually make the thick eyeliner look catty and seductive. With clear skin and a little bit of shine added to her lips, she actually looked kind of... hot.
Syrene stalked to the flight room, a sway increasing in her hips as Wridelth flew, a cool, sharp dominance melting the cold metal of her eyes into molten onyx. She was one of the first to arrive; that must look good on her part. She never thought she would think it about another woman, but Raebeli - Quixoth - did look very attractive tonight, and Syrene found herself stroking the woman with her powerful gaze.
"Quixoth is sexy tonight," she purred in a voice no one knew she had. Stalking toward her prey like a predator, her cloak slipped down her shoulders and pooled on the floor seductively.
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Post by Ember on Apr 3, 2011 12:39:52 GMT -5
Sfelyth had been lightly dozing at the time of the call. The rousing challenge had him all but slithering off his weyrledge and dropping into the canyon before unfurling his wings and using the momentum of his dive to swoop upwards. His eyes reflected a pure violet as he winged his way up near Quixoth. He was about to contact the lovely green but a rather indignant and...slightly terrfied mind-shout from His made him pause. My apologies, Ae'onMine, the blue said, a faint tinge of true regret underneath the otherwise cheery statement. He was convinced it had only come as a shock to His though, nothing more.
Ae'on had watched curiously as his dragon disappeared on his own. That was highly unusual. The boy crossed to the weyrledge to peer off of it and noticed, much to his horror, what had drawn his pain in the butt away. Sfelyth! What are you doing!? He knew, oh how he knew that this day would have come eventually. It wasn't like he hadn't known the greens in their class would rise eventually. The response from the blue soothed him somewhat but it didn't erase the almost-scared-nervousness entirely. He'd learned enough about Flights to know that even if the green's rider was female it didn't mean the other people who would be present would also be female.
Considering he was a virgin (so what if he'd decided to wait?) he really didn't want his first experience to be with a male by accident. Too lost in thoughts, he didn't notice the sound of wings until they were snapping shut and Me had landed on his shoulder. He jumped and she squeaked in surprise but didn't fall. Stand here, no get sexy times, she commented. Ae'on groaned. Seeing that there was no stopping his dragon from chasing, the Healer began the trek to the Flight rooms. Raebelli was...kind of pretty, right? And a girl. If he actually encouraged the blue to win, Sfelyth just might and save him from being some guy's moth.
He was pretty much there when he realized fuzzily that Me was still present, though oddly quiet. He noticed vaguely that Wridelth and Beh- no that was Syrene and M'ta. Not their dragons. He was about to make a sheepish greeting - that was the polite thing to do right? - when Me piped up. Handsome arriiiiiiiived. Ae'on couldn't even really complain because just then Sfelyth slipped even further into his mind as unobtrusively as he could. Not to mention Me fluttered into the flight room itself and settled somewhere largely out of the way. She could totally help Handsome Hers out.
Sfelyth, with His settled, finally gave his greeting to Quixoth. 'Lo, my fair Quixoth, he said with clear amusement. Considering he'd been flirting with her shamelessly of late, he rather thought some of her earlier words were about him. I won't disappoint. He wouldn't mind forcefully showing her that, either, if it came down to it. He could be a gentleman most of the time but he rather thought females liked a bit of forcefulness. Coy creatures, most of them.
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Post by Rei on Apr 3, 2011 13:15:33 GMT -5
Z’ves didn’t even have to watch Lucith to know what was going through his blue’s mind. Pain. He wanted her. Please. With this one surely he would succeed. If only his wouldn’t hold him back so much. Let him chase the young one. Let him show her his worth, and her utter lack of such. Baby. Let him teach her.
The bluerider turned to regard his snarling dragon, Lucith’s eyes whirling crimson and violet in the darkening light. At first the rider thought to deny the blue. It was late and there would be other baby greens for him to chase since the weyrling class was only now starting to rise. Then a view of tattered wings and brown hide and he smiled. Mmtuh’s brown. Change of plans. “Go.” The single word was all the release the blue needed and the fiery male sprung off his ledge without a second of hesitation.
Behruth was spared a hiss of displeasure as Lucith shot past, Wridelth and Sfelyth for the moment completely ignored as unimportant. Babies that they were. For the span of a few moments, only Quixoth filled his mind. How nice would it feel to sink talons into this one. For her to be his? Not pulling any speed Lucith twisted about the tower with breakneck speed before turning his small whip thin body in a seemingly almost impossibly tight turn. Claws extended he shot straight for the green. He would drive Quixoth up into the sky, or his talons would drive into her flanks and back. Her choice. Either way this flight was no longer hers to control, it was his. She was his puppet and she would dance. Until he saw fit to claim her anyway. And if the infirmed or the babies sought to take her from him? Well then let them try. Because tonight Z’ves didn’t seem in such a controlling mood and Lucith was in no mood to pull back.
Indeed. The rider half of the pair was perfectly okay with letting Lucith have his playtime for awhile. He didn’t put more then a gentle rein on the blue for the moment. Giving him complete permission to strike out and cause injury if he so chose, whether to the chased or Lucith’s opponents. It didn’t matter to Z’ves. If the other dragons didn’t want to get hurt they could do their dandiest to out outmaneuver Lucith. And good luck to them. Especially the babies with so little flight experience in comparison to the war torn blue.
A brief glance told Z’ves all he needed to know. M’ta and Syrene gone. Ae’on. He wasn’t sure and the green herself it also remained to be seen. A dark chuckle was given. Trapped in a room with a handful of weyrlings and Mmtuh. How much better could this get? A hand went to the dirk at his belt. He was willing to bet extremely so. Who said Lucith should get all the fun?
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Apr 3, 2011 19:09:05 GMT -5
Don't worry about being "late", you are still plenty welcome. I'm just trying to keep a move on with posts.
It didn't take long, and this pleased the pale green immensely. Her suitors began to circle and clenching the stony side of the tower the green arched her neck in swan-like grace as immediately she began to keep her running tally. First there was Behruth. The brown's words did little to impress her, but that was probably more so astounded by the fact that he was participating in the chase at all. She had seen him more than one on the ledge of the sickly place her rider worked at, and presumed of course that meant the brown had been hurt. Quixoth's eyes followed him for a moment for a closer look. Was it is his wings that troubled him so? Ah well, whatever it was that had ailed him before could be forgotten so long as he did well now. Attention was then drawn quickly to her other followers... ah there was a Wridelth and a Sfelyth too... her clutchmates were finally showing their faces, and it seemed that the latter would be willing to back up all of those sweet expressions he had sent her way earlier. Silly blue, she couldn't help but flick her long tail at him as he slipped by.
The former though, the generally cold steely blue she had roomed with not too long ago, was just as if not more of a fascinating sort of contender, if only because she hadn't considered the fact that he would take fancy to her at all. Wridelth never seemed to have shown too much favor to her in the past few days or at least no more than he ever did before, and to have him show any sort of emotion or call her beautiful nearly flattered her, but she couldn't help but wonder... Do you think a blue or a brown could be beautiful too? Because to her you see, it was infinitely important that beauty was not a trait that was for greens alone, she wanted to be in the company of the males as well. Hence the emphasis on the challenge portion of this flight. Her wings were cocked in preparation to address that very thing when Lucith caught her keen eyes. Oh, don't think that any dwindling light would shield him from her sights...
Her previous plans were dashed in that moment, and with the help of a wing tilt the dragon averted Lucith's attack with a somersault down the side of the tower itself before her strong hindlegs were able to catch at the stone again and launch her out and away, very purposefully picking a route that would take her right past both Sfelyth's and Behruth's snouts. She had no intention of going up until she was good and ready to, but strangely enough, while she should very well hate the blue for pressuring her so, she was feeding off of the aggression. Yes, yes, this was a physical thing a flight was, and this was exactly the kind of force she was expecting. It was good to finally now be able to show off what all of her hours of extra work was doing for her, and in jest the green called back to the blue she had left behind, Came at me too fast... speed is not always a virtue Minute-blue.... Her new name for him...
Having left her perch though, she needed somewhere to go and so her first and immediate thought was to work against the river... she dropped lower and lower with a rapid pace to meet with the rush of water. There was no dreaminess, there was nothing casual about the maneuver, she was conducting business here you see, and an almost robotic precision was in this aspect of flight. It also never occurred to her that she should shoot up, what fun was there in resorting to that right away? It always rang like a swan song, instead she wanted the coolness of the valley to caress her hide and to dip her talons ever so slightly into the moving currents until the waterfalls were seen ahead. There we go, that looked promising.
Meanwhile Raebeli was playing bouncer at the door to her weyr. A kiss of course meant you were allowed inside, so with the arrival of the first man, her wonderful dark Behruth, she puckered together her lips and laid one right on his cheek, though she was gentle enough with the touch, no more than a set of fingertips made it to his shoulders in the process. These same fingers attempted to coax him into the room before too long of a line could gather outside, and indeed there was something of one. For Wridelth there wasn't even time to re-apply red to her lips, she didn't want anyone to have the chance to change their mind, not that she thought the blue would... he called her sexy after all, and so a kiss was granted here too before finger reached up to examine the catty points of the eyeliner, "Like..." she purred back.
Then there was the Ae'on-Sfelyth who seemed to have brought along a friend with him. She twisted her expression at the mandyr who bounced right on in, before deciding that as long as the big featherduster didn't come in to try and eat her, it would be acceptable. Her eyes back on the prize she tried to drape herself over her fellow healer to slow him in his path as she fought to paint her lips all over again. But about all she got accomplished in this was pushing her breasts in his face before giving up and taking to drawing straight onto her victim. A heart would be good, right? The stick of make up was then aimed at his face and she was good and ready to doodle when he came in. Oh... she was neglecting her door duties... how could she let this happen. Seeing the hand at the dirk resulted in her narrowed, pinched expression, "Naughty!" Not that she was entirely mad, she was sort of delighted at the newcomer, but she would not stand for knives and pointy things in her flightroom.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 3, 2011 21:43:21 GMT -5
He could sense her eyes on him, the male trying not to devote too much thought to guessing what it was the young green was thinking. The rolling bank and swift direction change mid-bank was largely for the benefit of her tracking eyes. Behruth's wings may not look like much, but he still knew how to use them...and he'd show her and everyone else who doubted that he could do this.
Lucith's sudden appearance earned him bared teeth and a tempramental slash of the brown's hindlegs. Not meant to strike. More of a warning. Behruth was not in the mood to have the blue messing with him this evening...his memory was one of the best and he hadn't forgotten a single mark Lucith's had left on His, visible or emotional.
But Lucith's appearance signalled the start of the Flight, sending Quixoth in a swift evasion manuever in the direction opposite from where Lucith had clearly been driving her and earning Behruth's respect in that alone. Lack of experience wasn't always a handicap if you thought swiftly and acted even quicker. Yet experience had its perks, too, the male rotating onto his side and arching his back as Quixoth passed to allow her tremendous velocity to help tug him around in a pinpoint turn that had him hard on her tail.
A playful slap at her tailtip before her greater speed pulled her out of range, and he banked, peeling away from her direct path and using the currents instead. His wings did best with less pressure. It didn't keep him from putting on a tight, controlled aerial display as he twisted and curled through the currents, bringing him higher and out to her flank, using everything but the sudden flares of wing that would bring him to a sudden halt and strain his imperfectly healed wingsails to the max.
A kiss on his cheek, burning hot as if the heat itself had marked him and not the red of her lipstick. The man yielded to the gentle pressure of fingers, entering the room and turning about to watch her greeting each of those who entered...and also the last who stepped in with no such greeting. M'ta's normal response to a Z'ves in the vicinity when the bluerider wasn't expected was absent on the man's face; Behruth was a far more peaceful and less suspicious entity than his rider.
Still and all, the mild frown was there, a questioning behind the dark eyes and a flicker of knowledge the moment she chastised him - however lightly - that Lucith would not listen. The brownrider reached out and hooked two fingers in Quixoth's sleeve, tugging lightly backward on it in a suggestion to give him space. Silent though it was.
His other hand groped for the familiar weight of his own dirk, more to assure himself of its location than to put it into play...which was when he discovered what the man would have remembered had he been in his right mind; he did not bring weapons to the flightrooms unless caught out anymore. Worried about what he might do when he wasn't aware of himself. Well, that was strange. A dragon shouldn't lack talons.
The man-shaped Behruth's hand opened and closed, as if grasping for the answer to the odd mystery of claws that were lacking. Hm. He'd just stay back here then. Maybe Lucith would listen to Quixoth...right.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 4, 2011 4:38:51 GMT -5
Serissa had always loved being fashionably late. It meant all eyes on her, all minds bent her way, even if just for a moment. More important, it gave her a moment to size up her competition, to see who she recognized and who she still had to meet. Time to evaluate the situation. There was more than one occasion where the action of lateness and the time for reflection had undoubtedly saved her life. It was no less true for a flight than for a gather, or meeting, or Threadfall. Actually, in some cases it was probably more true for flight.
Ildyth, of course, hated every second of wating. He liked to be first, he liked to be best, and as much as Serissa told him that waiting would make him freshest he never quite believed her. So as soon as Quixoth took to the air, Ildyth leaped up - only to pace his ledge like a caged feline, watching the Green collect chasers and head for the drumtower through dangerous red-purple eyes. It was only Serissa's will power that kept him grounded, and luckily, will power was something she had never lacked. Pawing through her wardrobe as her dragon fumed and whined, the Bluerider selected a soft, loose white shirt that was long enough to be a dress (almost), leaving her legs bare. Once she had pulled it on over her head, she pulled the towel out of her blond hair, letting the damp curls cascade down her back. "It would have to be right after I bathed," she complained without any sort of rancor, looking Ildyth over one more time before she released her hold on him. "Go, idiot, and catch her if you can."
Unfurling purple-blue wings with a snap, Ildyth was halfway across the canyon before Serissa had even made it to the door. With a little giggle, the Bluerider slipped into the hall, gracefully surrendering half her mind to Ildyth so he could get a head start while she found the humans (not hard - the flightrooms weren't far). And that was exactly what he got - silent for once, the long, thin blue reached the drumtower just as Quixoth tumbled down it, able to drop down into the canyon with only brown Behruth, who had been in the smelly place so long, between Ildyth and Quixoth. The blue flicked a wingtip at the brown during one of Behruth's flips, but didn't hang around to see if he noticed, or returned the gesture. In flight, Ildyth always started strong; this evening was no exception. The air currents above the river provided a unique challenge, as did the low light of dusk, but Ildyth twisted and rolled and wove along behind the Green without a worry. This was Ildyth's time to shine; best, fastest, most agile. Not for long, certainly not, but for now.
Below, Serissa had located the flight rooms, and their comely occupant. Of course, she used the moment of surprise to scan the others: Babies, although her eyes lingered on Wridelth's longer than on Sfeylth's who she worked with on occasion; Behruth's, who had so recently lost his mate; and Lucith's, who she did not know. Skipping past Wridelth's again, she returned her gaze to Quixoth's, a wicked smile touching full pink lips as Serissa placed herself as far from Z'ves and M'ta as she could. Those two might be trouble; the other two? Entertainment. This looked like it was shaping up to be a fun flight.
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Post by Zephyr on Apr 4, 2011 16:02:53 GMT -5
There was very little that could awaken Jeth from his sleep without sending him into a conniption where he could possibly hurt himself or someone else. The most important of those was his rider. The blue never seemed cross with L'am, no matter how many times the man woke up the grumpy blue. This seemed strange, considering the fact that Jeth took his sleep so seriously. He had been known to snap at children who had awoken him. Food was another. Like any other dragon, Jeth loved to eat. He couldn't stand the feeling of his stomach being empty, and that woke him right up. Then there were flights. One would think that Jeth wouldn't let the matter of females interrupt his naps...but he liked females. Liked them a lot. So, when he heard Quixoth's projection, his head rose instantly from where it had been resting on his stone couch. Body lifted and stretched, letting muscles ripple beneath his his languidly.
Quixoth rises.[/i] was projected back to his mindmate, who wasn't sleeping, but sitting silently on his own. L'am's eyes brushed the nearly black dragon as he hovered there on the ledge. He wouldn't have thought at first that Jeth would be the sort of dragon to seek permission from his rider to pursue females, but here he was lingering on the ledge, eyes swirling with various shades of green, purple and blue. The man could see in the straining of the dragon's muscles and the tensing of his hide that he really, really wanted this.
" Go then." The blue didn't need anything further. Even before L'am had finished speaking, it was like he was shot from a cannon. He fell from the ledge, strong wings opening up midfall and propelling the lithe body towards where the green waited for him. The other contenders would be acknowledged only briefly, but were written off as mostly unimportant. The only one he had eyes for was the glittering emerald form, tumbling from the tower and shooting off along the river. So the chase was on? Flicking his tail in delight, Jeth veered his path easily, spreading his wings along the air currents provided by the river. He glided there behind the green, letting his wings flap once for another burst of thrust. In the back of his mind, he knew one of his opponents was trouble, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. For now, the bullet contented himself with zooming along behind his princess, eyes following her every move intently.
L'am, infected with his dragon's strangely excited spirit, was making his way to the flightroom. He had no problems with chases. Even if Jeth had decided to chase a male bonded green. Flights were flights and gender didn't make a difference to the bluerider. Everyone had the capability of providing him a little fun. It seemed that Raebeli/Quixoth already had a group of suitors milling around her, and as Jeth's essence took him over more completely, he felt compelled to be among them. The man brought up the rear of the group, eyes flickering between those in sight, landing on Lucith, claws at the ready. Jaw tightened and muscles clenched, he readied himself for anything that might happen and let his gaze linger on Quixoth once more. He smiled at her, dipping his head in a half bow.
This could be fun.
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Post by Rei on Apr 4, 2011 16:42:48 GMT -5
Lucith was completely unconcerned. All that he was concerned about was the fire in his veins and the need to rip into something tangible. Had been too long since he had gotten to do anything but make idle threats. Tonight the ichor would come. Quixoth’s evasion earned her a quiet hum of appreciation and a retort. Not too fast. Yet to see what true speed is Baby. Well then, more to baby than met the eye. It seemed she was smart. Possessed something of a brain. But his plan had some success. She was now moving. Which what was what he wanted from the get go.
Claws clattering as he momentarily landed on the drum tower the slate colored blue hissed, eyes taking on more a crimson sheen then violet. Lust pushed back to let violence free for a time. The newcomers to the flight were certainly interesting. More bodies for Lucith to work around and play with. Possibly more blood to spill. He could concentrate on catching greenie later, and in the meantime he could play with what was supposed to be hers.
With one violent movement Lucith sprang from the tower and snapped his wings shut, plummeting down it and towards the river below. He could stay upwards, where he could better follow Quixoth’s, movements but first he wanted to clear out some of the competition if he could. With Behruth and Ildyth too close to the green for him to mess with, immediately the Wasteland blue set his sights on Jeth. Who didn’t seem to be paying much attention to anything but the green. Stupid choice. Well he would fix that.
Without a warning or word the blue pulled up above the pack and powered forward, easily slipping into a wind to power along his flight. Pulling up above Jeth Lucith slashed out with back talons, not holding back, his intent to shred wing sail before flipping around and heading back towards the other babies. He didn’t even pause to see whether or not he had made contact with Jeth first. Not enough time to gloat or be disappointed. Sfelyth and Wridelth were more interesting. Lucith wanted to see what the babies would do. And if he could make them bleed.
Z’ves was much more silently amused. Part of his mind egged Lucith on. Pushing the blue for more violent and deadly strikes while he himself examined the chasers. All of them pretty much worthless as far as keeping their heads. Which made them kinda like fish in a barrel. When Raebeli expressed her displeasure he merely laughed. “Don’t like it poppet? Do something about it.” He challenged before striding into the flight room with complete confidence.
He noticed Mmtuh’s reaction to his dirk yes. The brownrider reaching for his own. But little lost boy seemed to have forgotten it. Shame, shame. With a feral grin Z'ves started towards the mind healer, laughing when M’ta started to pull her slightly back and away from him. That’s right Lucith was dangerous. Did they want to see how dangerous? The bluerider moved away from Raebeli and M’ta then.
Without another word Z’ves pivoted and quickly struck out at Ae’on. The attempted slash was meant to pass just short of striking the boy. The intent was to push the weyrling back. Establish his authority over them all before the bluerider decided which one was going to be drag back to his weyr for playtime. The chances of Lucith being ‘picked’ were slim to none. Not with these Selenitas babies. Unless his blue could eventually get through the other chasers and force a catch he would probably miss out again.
But that didn’t mean Z’ves couldn’t play with someone else to get his flightlust out of the way. It had to be someone he could easily overpower. Then the weyrlings , maybe Serissa, would be his targets. He could always play with M’ta later.
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Apr 4, 2011 18:45:24 GMT -5
Sfelyth let out a purring croon at Quixoth's attention, swooping close but not quite within her space with a good deal of grace and beauty. Yes, the blue was nothing short of beautiful in the air and he knew it. Knew it enough to flaunt it. He fully intended to make use of the others to highlight himself, as well, then go in for the catch. Not that it would really be necessary. Surely she'd be charmed by him in the end it would seem like her choice. He wanted the green and he'd get her. Simple as that.
He had no more time to consider it when Lucith was suddenly going after the very thing he thought. Oh? Trouble in paradise already? How exciting. The young blue didn't back down from challenges, and Lucith was very much so a challenge. Another willing to do whatever it took, if he had to guess. A faint whisp of some other colour danced through his eyes briefly before they settled for a pure violet again and he rather cheerfully watched his target pass near to his nose. He let out a rumble of admiration to most, though he was also quite amused. Lucith was the one looking silly now.
Sfelyth dropped, twisting his body so that he'd be facing the right way before unfolding his wings. He'd keep the higher ground. Or air. Details. It wasn't, by his own calculation, enough to be intimidating or even limiting to the green. He hung back deliberately. For a blue his size and his build he had a surprising amount of endurance but that didn't mean he should go throwing his energy around so early. His higher position gave him quite a clear view of Lucith by chance and he twisted his head curiously as the blue rose and made his play on Jeth. Tsk, tsk. Trying to sabotage, now? More than the threat to the green at the beginning, Sfelyth took that more seriously. Because, if he was right...
Yep. He was after other males too. What a pity. Sfelyth might not have done anything more than swipe the green out from under the other blue's nose, so to speak, later on but now...He reached out his mind to Wridelth first, a conspiratory tone in his ever-cheerful voice. Well, well, brother-dearest, it seems as if he wants to play with us. Shall we humour him and give him two for one? For that matter... And here the young blue opened up his comment to all the males besides Lucith. Leader dragon that he seemed to be, he could of course organize a little surprise party for their annoying blue friend. Someone seems to be playing by their own rules. Does this not call for a punishment?
Back on solid ground, Ae'on was in a sort of dreamy state. Not entirely lost but everything had dulled and taken on more of Sfelyth's perspective than his own. Woman nearly draped on him had him pausing in all known ways and his partially glazed over eyes locked on her. Well, not that they hadn't already been there but...they'd been mostly on her face before, rather than more interesting parts of her body. He was all for being painted in her colours if she wanted when she stopped and he frowned mildly. Pity. Me decided to help. Gorgi missy no paint? Ah, shiny stickers, 'stood.
Shiny sticker? Did the nuisance mean claws? Ae'on didn't have much time to think about it. One such shiny claw came his way and a little belatedly if it had been meant to hit, he leaned back with a dazed blink. He frowned then grimaced. "Missed," he observed. "Purposefully? Probably." His muttering probably made no sense to others. A little louder and clearer he said, "Could make a mess. Be annoying to fix." That was more of the actually boy speaking. He loved healing but he was still allowed to think peoples' stupidity could be annoying. He moved away from the blade and towards Quixoth more. She probably didn't want any messes - injuries - either.
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Post by Shiny on Apr 5, 2011 16:15:57 GMT -5
A low rumble resounded in Wridelth's throat as he floated ethereally through the air around the drum tower and the Green, letting his thoughts on the matter well up before offering her a response. Wridelth was not one to use words like "beautiful", and perhaps he had used it too eagerly under the influence of flightlust. Beauty conjures in the mind. It is efficiency, logic, capability. Beautiful creatures inspire my protection. I protect dragons with meaning. Clutchsiblings of mine are meaningful, Blue and Brown dragons included.[/i]
Lucith's attack on Quixoth almost seemed to be borne of the desire to test Wridelth's claim. The steely Blue righted himself mid-air and stopped lapping the circumference of the tower, urgently but calmly brushing Quixoth's mind in warning of Lucith. The young Blue hung mid-air for a moment, not allowing himself to interfere with the situation until a clearer vantage point was offered. Sfelyth, who had also come into unwillingly close contact with Lucith, drew Wridelth's attention as Quixoth shot off towards the river. Hmm, it seemed the Blue had some sort of intelligence after all, beating him to the punch with an ambush proposal. Pumping his wings smoothly, Wridelth rose to Sfelyth's altitude; sticking as close as possible to his clutchbrother in a potentially dangerous situation was the smartest thing to do, at least for now. Agreed; Lucith must be exonerated,[/i] he offered to all but their violent opponent.
The Blue watched Lucith strike at Jeth; then, the whip-like demon did a hairpin turn and came straight after him and Sfelyth, causing Wridelth's blank eyes to grow a tinge of muted, quiescent crimson. Be cautious, Sfelyth; Lucith hunts. Split perpendicularly, attack in parallel.[/i] Surely the exuberant Blue would understand these instructions; Wridelth waited until Lucith was closer to fall into a dive to the left out of harm's way, expecting Sfelyth to have mirrored him in the opposite direction - or whatever else worked. Wridelth pumped his wings strongly and arched forward widely with incredible speed to where Lucith had just come from; he and his clutchbrother could attack from this point together, along with any others who decided to team up with them against Lucith.
A very seductive smirk played on her glossy lips as Raebeli gave her a kiss with her own red ones and inspected the unusual eyeliner job she had done. Completely forgetting her cloak on the floor, Syrene stalked past the Greenrider, the pale fingertips brushing her side looking almost like an accident. Onyx eyes regarded the others as they entered, Sfelyth's earning a slight nod from her in recognition and greeting. Behruth's, she did not know, nor Ildyth's, nor Lucith's. But Lucith's... Her molten eyes slightly hardened into steel again at the sight of his weapon, making her fingers twitch. The girl was absolutely covered in knives; some visible, most hidden in secret. One false move was all it would take Z'ves for her to let one or two fly in his direction.
A small growl grew from silence in her throat as he lashed out at Sfelyth's. A few steps were taken towards Quixoth's, fingers lightly hovering and brushing her right flank above her hip; and although there was some innate desire to slash Lucith's throat to protect everyone in the room, Quixoth's came first and foremost.
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Post by Lotty on Apr 5, 2011 16:24:30 GMT -5
Quixoth couldn't be more pleased with how this was panning out. More newcomers! Or well she would have known about them if she were to turn around to look. Instead the green lifted the information from her bonded, whose eyes had lent her a glimpse of those filtered into the flightroom. Exact identities however could not be known, she wasn't willing to look that far into the pieced together visions as any kind of distraction could be downright deadly. To fly at such a speed did bring great risk, and she refused to be caught off guard as her mind drifted to such things, or if she even did so much to crane her neck and take a peek of who was over her shoulder. Shadows. Ideas. Ghosts in the peripherals. All of these were clues that she strung together to keep her in the know. Besides, if all went to plan she'd be getting a good look at all of her chasers here in just a moment, and more than that, she would also get her first good evaluation of the pack following her. They all done rather well so far, what would happen when she really turned up the heat?
Ignoring Lucith's mocking use of Baby (Wasn't that a stupid name to use? When she outdoes him then he'd have to admit to having been out done by one. Or so she thought anyway) and completely unaware of the plans the other males might have been putting together, she continued to head right for the heart of the largest waterfall. Yes, one wall of raging torrents backed up by another wall of stone, but it was what was jutting out that the green was aiming for. Splitting the flow was a resistant plate of hardrock; just wide enough for her two back feet. Perfect.
With an extra push of her wings she narrowed in for this spot and gave her chasers a tad bit of a warning. She wasn't cruel after all, and if one didn't take the move cautiously then they could get very, very, seriously hurt. Quixoth wanted her chasers to live to try and catch her another day.... yes even the mean blue one, Heads up! What she was careful not to add was "or you'll break your neck", that may be a bit frightening to hear. Either way, it was only a few moments later that she ceased her acceleration - ever so briefly - to throw her feet out in her mechanical way, and flipped not unlike a swimmer underwater. She was careful however to shoot herself up more so than out. The last thing she wanted was for her moves to throw her right into the claws of her followers. Eventually she knew that she would have to succumb to that fate, it was too taxing to fly about at the rate she was now, but she didn't want to be cut short.
As she made her arc over the crowd she got her first glimpses of Jeth and Ildyth. Good. She sought to gain closer looks at them.... but not quite yet. Eventually.
She wanted to growl at him. The Lucith-Z'ves that is. He had come in here just to ruin all of her fun now, hadn't he? Instead she could only blurt out, "I'll beat you until you think you are a black lizard..." but then Behruth was left pulling her back to some realm of safety where Wridelth's could help protect her with the sharp pointy claws. And oh she certainly was thankful, she wanted to reward them but that didn't stop her irritation at the situation on the whole. Guh... with an eye roll she stood back with her arms crossed and lip stick held up at ear level like a cocked and ready magic wand. The pout on her face though meant there was no lack of attitude. Apparently flights made the normally unassuming mindhealer into something of a sexed up diva. Divas did not tolerate this kind of crap either, and so Miss Thang turned her attentions to the new faces coming in the door.
Taking advantage of the blue's lashes at Sfelyth, she drifted from his side as soon as he came too near and latched herself to Ildyth first for a kiss, "Hello beautiful!" Though by now it had turned to more of a nip at the jaw line than anything. With a twist she reached to grab Jeth as he came in too, and pulled at his arm to keep him close. Her two new friends at the party! A red brand of her lips was left on his cheek too before she dropped back behind the two of them. She was slowly but surely positioning herself near the door. Just in case.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 6, 2011 17:16:15 GMT -5
Hmm, almost the last one here. L'am got a little frown from the other Bluerider, Ildyth mimicking Serissa's expression in the air with a dismissive tailflick. No agression, just annoyance. Way to steal their thunder. Well, it didn't seem to take too much of Quixoth-Raebeli's attention, so she let it go, trying to turn her head to catch the Mindhealer's lips with her own, but failing. Ah well, there would be time for that later, so she lifted a hand to the red smear on her cheek and murmured, "Beautiful? Not next to you, but we appreciate it anyway."
Words, actions, little adjustments to her pose where she leaned back against the wall near the door, and, incidentally, Quixoth-Raebeli; Serissa wasn't new to flights, and it showed. She knew how to seduce if she wanted to, and with chase on the brain it was hard to avoid. Of course, that always manifested differently for different people - it was all knives and domination with Z'ves-Lucith, pride and protection from some of the others. Manly things. Serissa might be a bluerider, but she was still a woman, and her weapons were of a softer, more subtle variety. So it was that she left a finger on her jaw, just barely brushing the mark of Raebeli-Quixoth's lips, a dreamy expression on her face as she tried to catch the Green's eye (and watch her other suitors, out of the corner of her eye. Never hurt to be prepared).
Ildyth himself was absolutely torn. Lucith was clearly establishing himself as most violent, and while the bouncy pale Blue didn't really want to hurt anyone, Ildyth didn't really see how he could be most peaceful unless the others all started fighting back. He might be fastest although Lucith and the weyrlings were giving him a run for his money, and was certainly palest, although even that was a close call between him and Wridelth. Not to mention that his wings were already feeling the effects of heavy use. He wouldn't be dropping out quite yet, but of course it was only a matter of time. Well, unless he wanted to pick a fight with Jeth - which he didn't really want to do right now, despite his vague, unfounded annoyance with the dark Blue - he could work on being most agile, best at following Quixoth's lead and pleasing her. That was more important in a flight, no?
Well, it was a good moment to pay attention. Quixoth seemed headed for the waterfall, ready to fly through it as if it didn't exist. But seconds after her broadcast, her feet found a bit of jutting rock, firing her off into space. Ildyth was confident he could catch the stone, too, so... time for something different. Appearing to aim for the slick stone, he 'missed', plowing into the water instead. He held his breath as claws scrabbled for purchase as he flattened himself against the smooth stone, managing to withstand the rush of water long enough to plant his own back feet. One, two, three, and the Blue exploded out of the waterfall, trailing shining droplets from his wingsails as he dove under the pack. As soon as he'd cleared the last tail, he grabbed a thermal, using the combination of current and wings to shoot himself up to Quixoth's level, dithering, Did you see?
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Post by Requiem on Apr 6, 2011 20:10:30 GMT -5
A fight was breaking out. Behruth was not wholly oblivious to it, though one might have thought this to be so given how non-reactive he was. The small brown had enough to be concerned with, however, without getting involved in a fight that wasn't his to begin with. The male despised fighting. His opinion of the young weyrlings was not effected too much, considering they were responding to a hostile entity, but Lucith...well, Lucith couldn't drop much more in his opinions, anyway.
If Behruth had thought he could stop it, things might have been different. But he was not delusional as to his capabilities; the brown's wings were being strained simply by the Flight itself. He devoted most of his concentration to manipulating the air conditions to preserve his strength without being too obvious about it. He wasn't the most acrobatic of Quixoth's chasers, or the fastest, but he was keeping up. An accomplishment in itself.
As they reached the waterfall, Behruth took a different tact and simply banked tightly, tailtip flicking through the pouring water. A barrel roll completed the end of the turn to protect his wings from any dragons flying too close, then he took the low road, beneath Quixoth and Ildyth. The currents were more powerful here, warped by the canyon, the male dancing along them in a swiftly meandering course in the same direction as the green.
The man-Behruth watched the sudden attack Lucith made toward Sfelyth, and Wridelth's move to place himself between the nasty blue and Quixoth. He released the green, then, slipping back a pace himself. Not sure where his claws had gone, but he was smart enough to know that no claws against claws wasn't a good scenario. If the fight couldn't be completely ended it wasn't really his concern. He couldn't wish it over, and he wasn't risking life and limb for something that was unlikely to work.
Even when Quixoth moved away, Behruth remained where he was. Her prerogative to leave his protection and go greet the other dragons - who could possibly protect her better anyway. The lone brown in the room tried not to get too jealous watching her greeting. It was easier than it might otherwise have been, considering Lucith's antagonism was rather distracting.
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