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Post by Aftershock on Jun 7, 2012 1:22:19 GMT -5
Freyr flew a circuit around Nuoth when the other green arrived, sending her a pleasant pulse of greeting and assuring the pale-clawed green that had he the capability, he would certainly Chase her, as well, as she was a most beautiful specimen of draconic kind, but that Feyrianth was known to him, and therefore his favored choice, as he must concentrate on only one female this Flight.
To Feyrianth, Freyr sent a pulse of understanding, and assured her that he would not threaten his existence with any foolhardy attempts or maneuvers... not only not to worry Feyrianth, but also because His depended on him so much. As the other males came into view one by one, Freyr gave each a friendly pulse of greeting and a wish of the best of luck in the Flight. To Pettahth specifically, he gave a croon of recognition as he flew up to the brown's face momentarily... Pettahth's own lack of recognition, despite their (admittedly short) meeting at Nitrath's hatching, was attributed to simple bad memory... the little flit was unaware of the lack of memory programmed into all dragons' genetic structures in order to allow a stronger mental bond... a fact preventing Freyr's bonded from cavorting along with the other Chasers' bondeds in Flightlust.
Freyr moved himself aside as the Flight began properly, a bit worried at first when the two females dove at each other, then relaxing once he saw they were simply playing. He folded his wings and dove after the two, his comparatively tiny body likely invisible among the masses of bronze and brown dragons falling after the two linked greens. Pulling himself up quickly and easily, he lived up to his species nickname as he flitted after Feyrianth as the two greens separated and went in opposite directions. To Kallandrith, brother in color if not in species, Freyr pulsed his agreement to the question regarding his reason for attending the Flight, though he sent a refusal to hitch a ride on the bronze dragon for now... he wished to put his full effort forward, the same as the other Chasers, though he sent sincere thanks for the offer of assistance.
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Post by Sheari on Jun 7, 2012 19:42:17 GMT -5
Curious, curious. Kormath hadn’t ever seen two greens Rise at once, and he was enraptured with a desire to Chase after both. With so many males following the pair, with two rising, his chances of a Catch were higher. With the blue’s smaller size and general quicker speed than the larger bronzes and browns, he was able to keep close to the females. His overlarge wings making for powerful down strokes. Even so, he was careful to leave room so as to not become entangled with anyone or thing. The problem with Flights for him was that you really had to be noticed to win, and the blue didn’t like being noticed.
Wrapping himself in the membranes as he dove quick after Feyrianth and Nuoth, Kormath looked like a falling bat of navy. Them staying together made the satisfaction of choosing both quite easily…and then they broke apart. The double-winged beauty went one way, and the lovely creature with the snow-kissed paws and tail. Kormath used his wings like parachutes; opening them wide and allowing them to retard his fall. The membranes caught the air, allowing the blue to stop completely for a moment. His desire to follow the butterfly was a bit dampened by Nuoth, to whom he allowed a brush of affection to sweep towards.
The way her wing-tips brushed the snow was so enchanting, was it not? Her pale hide would make a beautiful contrast against his navy. He felt a bit of colour-kinship with her, with her pale points and his divided shades. He sent a passionate “my apologies, my sweet, but I send my love” to Feyrianth and made a note to pay attention to her in case she circled back (or Nuoth found him unworthy and Feyrianth still hadn’t chosen yet).
K’nale, however, being young and strongly bonded with his amorous blue, succumbed to the need to follow Nuoth…Nephele…N’s and K’s. His fortune was different from that of Kormath, since these ladies on the ground were keeping together it seemed. He blew Feyrianth…Erilena, a kiss, and chose to keep close to Nephele. Gone was the awkwardness of being a dragon in public. Gone was the awkwardness of possible public…dancing. He was now simply Kormath pursuing lovely greens who needed love. It was his job to spread the love, no? Morrigan was most displeased, and went to find a Cleric to ride around upon. Such a good, noble steed the aging canine made.
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Post by Avu on Jun 8, 2012 0:22:09 GMT -5
Oh, how boring.
Sparath supposed he ought be grateful that the greens weren’t fighting over the airspace, but he’d come for the drama. The bronze’s eyes went an idle shade of green as he flipped into a loose corkscrew, twisting on a wingtip to watch in vague half-interest as the two greens contented themselves with their own pleasantries or whatever it was two females did when they decided to Rise together, before his attention turned swiftly to the other Chasers—lingering in condescending amusement on the firelizard in particular, moving on to…let’s see now, bronze, brown, brown, brown, blue. Well, now they’d established the average…
Just had to see how they split off, not that it’d affect Sparath either way; his decision had been made before he’d ever lifted wing.
Head swiveled towards Kallandrith, eyes going abruptly blue in amusement. Cute. Your arrogance is truly inspiring, the bronze purred, the flash of his teeth in a mimicry of a smile to take the sting out of the words—not that he expected Kallandrith to take him seriously anyway, since the next moment—keeping an eye on the twined greens, although differentiating between them was easy, at least—he spun himself out of the wind he’d been riding to loop tight around Kallandrith, mischievously teasing with the flick of his tail that slipped down the other bronze’s spine in a gesture that was near flirtatious—because really, he was just far too used to Romeoth playing gold for him. And Azrath being his reluctant lover.
Hmm.
Maybe he should readjust his views on females in general if he was paying so much attention to other males.
I suspect, he crooned to Kallandrith, and brushed his mind in a light push to mirror him as he flared out his wings, arcing away from the younger bronze in a downward spiral to follow the greens—albeit with a bit more control and grace than their free-fall—That your lovelies will be jealous if you pay too much attention to me, but who am I to deny it. Not a question but a truly amused rumble, the sound catching low and steady in his throat, his eyes still prominently green. None of the drama he’d been anticipating, so why not distract himself in other ways.
Although, hmm, he supposed that depended which of the greens Kallandrith was angling for; now they’d untangled they weren’t quite going parallel anymore, and it was with another elaborate flurry of wings and a dramatic high-pitched croon that he slipped away from Kallandrith, humming, Au revoir, dancer, it seems we’ve come to a crossroads. Until we meet again…what is it they say…follow your heart? Metaphorically, I mean. He flipped his tail in a cheerful farewell, and coiled higher to follow Nuoth—above and distinctly behind, because he was far too distant from the Chase emotionally to be right on her tail physically.
Ce’thian, meanwhile, padded and prowled his way through the crowds until he caught sight of—oh. Gaggle of dazed-looking dragonriders eyeing two women, and yep, there was a Nephele. Looked about right. What looked less like the scene Sparath had implied: The total lack of drama. The two women actually looked pretty fond of each other, so, okay, that was nice, but then why was Sparath still in the air and why did he need to be here—he’d been just fine with Kaegan, he didn’t need to get laid, particularly not at a Gather.
Particularly not smack in the middle of the Gather.
And—oh, why was Nephele moving. Ce’thian drifted in her direction automatically, stopped when a boy—well, no, not a boy, but he was old (relatively, okay, he was informed on a regular basis that he was not allowed to consider himself legitimately old) and it counted—stepped up to him and. Uh.
What was Sparath even doing, flirting with every dragon that wasn’t female?
Ce’thian blinked at C’loy, bewildered, before a twitch of amusement quirked at the corners of his mouth, and then Sparath slipped into the back of his mind and pushed, Play nice, Minething, so he sketched a mock curtsy. “Would it distress you terribly if I said no?” he asked dryly, slapping his hand into C’loy’s. “Sweep me off my feet, go on.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Rei on Jun 8, 2012 22:01:35 GMT -5
Right now she was reveling in the simple pleasure of flight. Of the wind whipping past her, the pull of her muscles, the intake and outtake of breath. The frigid air did little to quiet the fire burning in Feyrianth’s veins however. If anything it just seemed to make her hotter. A brief glance was flicked back at her males to see which ones she had attracted. Ismaroth, Behruth, Pettahth (who seemed to be trying his hand at chasing them both), and the bronze….a brief whirl of anxiety colored her gaze. But it didn’t last long. Mostly because the green was more then sure that when push came to shove she could outmaneuver the massive metallic male. No she may not be the most agile, nor able to perform the extreme aerial maneuvers most greens could, but she had staying power and had learned plenty in the time she had been alive. She was a far cry from that small green hatchling who had been afraid she would never fly. Who had gotten caught by winds and who’s wings seemed to betray her more then help her. Feyrianth had grown into her own.
And she was bound and determined to display this fact. A exuberant trill was offered her browns as suddenly Feyrianth banked to the side and, with some rather quick open shut maneuvering of her wings, swung herself around to fly directly at Ismaroth. The four winged female flitted in a circuit around him, brushing her tail along his side before she broke off contact with a happy chirp. You dance so lovely for me Ismaroth. From there she winged up and over Behruth, her talons turned inward to brush her forepaws over his flanks in a teasing caress. You never cease to honor me with your presence Ruth. Her private mental touch was honest and encouraging. It wasn’t as if she was blind to his loyalty after all. Her two closest chasers gifted it was then that she headed straight for Pettahth.
A teasing trill was offered the sandy brown as she passed close enough to almost touch him, her body ghosting past by mere inches as she climbed straight towards the stars above. I hope you reserve a dance for me my Pettahth. It has been too long since we have played. The soft private request was the closest Feyrianth would come to outright asking him to follow her higher up into the skies. Nuoth got him so often… Was it wrong that she wanted his attention just this once? Her three favorite browns were all here and all she honestly wanted was a bit of time with them all. Was that really all that greedy?
Regardless Feyrianth ascended towards the heavens almost vertically her nose pointed straight at the stars above. A pleasant chirp of encouragement was offered Freyr as she passed him. Look at you my little friend! So strong. A nervous look was then cast at the bronze dragon who also chased her. As a rule Feyrianth was not comfortable around the large shiny males. She didn’t outright dislike them. Of course not. They just made her terribly nervous. Almost to the point of fear but not quite. To have one pursuing her for the first time with intent to mate played slightly on her nerves. But the green was not cruel or forceful enough to ask him to leave. As long as he respected her space she would give Kallandrith the benefit of the doubt and allow him to stay.
Attention turned from the bronze Feyrianth leveled out and performed a slow spiral, her wings tucked against her form like a glittering silken cocoon. Opening them suddenly she banked to the left before urging her companions. Come dance with me sillies. It was the only clear invitation they were getting. She wanted them in her space. Maybe not touching but they were more then welcome to come tantalizingly close.
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Erilena gave E’rro a look that was part amusement part wickedness as she accepted his hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She purred to him before suddenly pulling herself tantalizingly close and leading him into the first few steps of a rather seductive tango. Yes she knew how to dance well but she was more surprised that Ismaroth seemed to be matching her step for step quite well. As they flowed from one movement for another the greenrider kept the brownrider on his toes, sneaking in touches that were not quite as innocent as they appeared to be. Finally she caught the man’s lips in a chaste kiss before breaking away from him with a slightly breathless laugh. One final lingering touch down his chest before she practically strutted towards M’ta her hips swaying in a way that made her resemble more Elysia then herself.
A playful look was fixed on the short brownrider before Erilena stepped past him, her hip bumping into his before she circled him with a grace that was a bit more predatory then was her usual. Fingernails lightly ran over his arm as she leaned forward to murmur in his ear. “Thank you for always being here for me.” Her head dipped as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Don’t stand in the background my friend. You deserve to shine with the rest.” Her hands caressed slowly over his sides before she released him to bound over to Pettahth an encouraging look shot back at her other boys. The woman wanted them to follow yes.
As she moved a quick glance was shot her bronze chaser who seemed…A bit preoccupied with the other shiny male. His loss she supposed. Though part of her wanted to be fair and impartial there was a nervous anxiousness tied to him that the other males lacked completely. With a smile Erilena turned from the bronzers and to K’sel. Her attitude with him was part play and part almost pleading as her hands reached out to snag his hips her lips forming a slight pout as she pulled herself just close enough not to touch. She wanted his sole attention if only for a moment. Her hazel eyes sought his just a touch of earnestness in them as she spoke. “Save a dance for me?” With that she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek and then released him suddenly to twirl around him and shimmy her hips in a way reminiscent of a belly dancer.
Erilena involved herself completely in her solo performance dance for a few minutes before her hand came up and she beckoned to her males. What were they waaaaaiting for?
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Post by Ember on Jun 10, 2012 13:36:25 GMT -5
Nuoth took her easy going portion of her flight to see just who had accompanied her. She'd felt and acknowledged a couple of brushes informing her that she was not the one they would be following that night but she didn't know who was left. What she saw was Pettahth, who seemed to be holding back some, Sparath, who seemed downright uninterested, and an unknown blue to her. Kormath was not one she remembered meeting though that meant little to the green - she had a particularly poor memory without the assistance of Hers. Besides, what did that matter when he did her the honour of chasing her despite Feyrianth also being present?
Nuoth gave them each a mental stroke of appreciation though she was a green of few words. She decided she had given them enough of a break, then, and stilled her wings so that her strong back legs came into contact with the snowy ground. She kicked off and performed such a tight, impossible seeming manoeuvre that surely it must have hurt to contort so? But no, between turns of practice and a natural gift for making the skies truly hers, Nuoth felt no discomfort in the smooth aerobatic and did it with minimal difficulty. Her chasers probably wouldn't do so well with it. The end result of her skill was that she flew directly over them in the opposite direction, crooning encouragingly. Let's go, boys!
Nuoth was matching Feyrianth in the other direction now, the greens criss-crossing as they both rose upward. Nuoth was careful to weave through the males following Feyrianth without touching - or, in fact, even acknowledging - them to come out the other side of the pack, rising nearly parallel to the other green so that their males were both fairly close to either of them. She dove back into her own group unlike the other green, dancing through them blindingly fast, trailing wing tips, tails, and shielded claws against their hides at random, confident in her ability to dance right out of their claws should they try anything.
Nephele watched Erilena for a few moments before turning her attention to the males drifting closer to her. K'sel and K'nale, huh? And Ce'thian was one of hers too though he was a little bit preoccupied. That wouldn't do - Nephele was a far more demanding creature than her dragon. The greenrider sauntered over to the dancing pair and fit herself snuggly to Ce'thian's side, one arm low around his back. "Well aren't you two lovely dancers, mind if I borrow him?" She asked of C'loy though she didn't wait for an answer. Nephele rose on her toes to nibble at Ce'thian's ear, biting a touch harder once to hopefully make him realize who he should be dancing with. His loss if he chose to ignore her though - he probably couldn't keep up anyway.
She broke away from him to spin back through K'nale - an unknown entity to her, though she appreciated his presence - and K'sel, taking both their hands as she passed to abruptly stop her momentum. The woman then dropped K'sel's with a wink to let him know he was up next. Nephele led the dance with K'nale, lightly pushing and pulling him to dance to her whims before she spun around behind him and to his other side, grabbing his face in gentle hands to give him a proper old smooch. She was all set to drift away from him and to her mate but a glance told her that Erilena had plans for K'sel. The greenrider delicately rose a brow before shrugging and proceeding to bounce between her three males indiscriminately, no special dance for her mate.
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Post by Sheari on Jun 10, 2012 16:49:35 GMT -5
The fact that Kormath was so very young and so very matched up against much older competitors, was a bit intimidating. When Nuoth broke her easy flying and contorted herself, Kormath didn’t dare even try. He’d gotten used to his wings, but he would never be able to achieve such tight acrobatics as this lovely lady had just done. Instead, Kormath mimicked her brake and touched down with a hind foot. However, he used his momentum then to pivot around, wings level to lessen air resistance, and when he had turned he powered down to achieve greater altitude after Nuoth.
The blue found his quarry’s path quite ironic. Hadn’t he just sent Feyrianth a brush of affectionate apology so he could chase another? But it seemed now that the pair were flying together again. Excellent! Kormath ignored the other males just as Nuoth had, but did not dance among them. Instead, he rose above the group so as to keep his wings well away, and so he could go unnoticed by them. He was here for the greens, though more for Nuoth now than Feyrianth. He didn’t want the males to notice him. Oh such travesty a Flight was!
On the ground, K’nale had no such problem being noticed and seen. He was always seen! He was a harper! He moved among the competition in their dancing game. He kept away from Feyrianth though, unsure of how Nuoth would feel if she saw him with her. He needn’t worry though, for Nephele grabbed his hand to stop her momentum and then twirled him into a dance! K’nale allowed her to direct him, more than happy to oblige. Admittedly, the bluerider was a bit surprised when she kissed him and he tried to follow her for more, but she broke away. Such whimsy!
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Post by Lotty on Jun 11, 2012 15:32:30 GMT -5
A bit of glitter caught his eye and Freyr hovered momentarily in place ahead of his snout. An act that caused Pettahth to give a curious snort to the firelizard, the huff threatening to tumble over in a twist to the red-breasted little cousin. The brown very much had forgotten about the creature, five turns was a long stretch to go back and remember one little instance at a hatching, but if Freyr thought he knew him then it must have been true. He brushed the good luck feelings back onto the firelizard in return and pushed forward, having decided not to waste any more time with formalities. Two greens in flight at once was distracting enough, the last thing he needed was another set of wings to contend with.
He had been focused then entirely on Nuoth. As fast as she was, it was hard to divide his attention from her for too long and not end up drifting too far out of the flight, or even worse, running right into a cliff or a tree. These were all less than desirable outcomes, and so he watched his usual mate, even as she twisted in her impossible ways. As she arched back over him he had started to pivot his wings, attempting to show her an impressive move of his own when he felt the brush of Feyrianth's presence slipping ever closer to him, and he nearly faltered mid flight, forcing himself level out as opposed to twirling about in an aerial somersault. He quickly found that even as he climbed up, the glittery green had crossed paths with Nuoth and came into his own personal air space with a tantalizing proposition.
Oh....hmmm....
Well. This wasn't at all going to plan now was it? Pettahth hadn't expected this to be all so interactive, with Feyrianth closing the gap to come and approach him. Yet, he couldn't contain himself, and let loose a thankful coo, craning his neck over to look at the four-winged green even as she flew but inches away from him. I would not miss such a chance... after you? He needed a few minutes after all, and disengaged with the green, planting a soft passing thought in her mind; a promise that he would follow soon enough. First things first... Nuoth was returning again to weave her way through her chasers again, and he needed to be ready. This time he was determined to trade playful "blows" so to speak. When the green drove through to dance with false danger he charged head on in a game of chicken, though instead of attempting a catch of his own, dove under the daring girl's blunted nails, allowing them even to rake gently across his back as he used momentum to sling shot up towards Feyrianth.
He was trying his hand at playing with both. Hopefully the other chasers wouldn't mind, but then he didn't care all too much what they thought appropriate. He was polite, but not there for them, and he figured at very least that a friend like Ismaroth would find it amusing and nothing more. He took a brief moment then to shoot up close the Fey just as she had done to him just before. But oh it was getting so tiring working like this, and covering so much of the sky with his efforts. At least she had slowed enough by now to welcome the presence of chasers, and he was very much taking her up on the offer, hanging in the air off to her right side, Now about that dance... do go easy on me yes?
He hadn't expected little old him to be sought out so; a side effect of the very human feeling of cynicism that ran underneath more apparent symptoms of flightlust. K'sel and Pettahth alike were hard pressed to complain though. It was a compliment more than anything, though not exactly one that was searched for, and he had the feeling that despite the trouble all this attention might eventually get him into, he'd still be displaying his gratitude in the end. He allowed his hands to snagged and dropped by Nephele and registered the wink only to have his wait cut short by the touch of another. Surprise!
When his hips were hooked into woman's hands, he bit his tongue to hold back a lusty groan, and searched instead into the hazel eyes that had locked with his own. Somewhere, in his peripherals he saw Nuoth flirting about elsewhere, skipping him and allowing Fey to toy with him in lieu. As she pressed her lips against his cheek he let loose huskily drawl, "A dance is something I can do for you..." It was hard to not oblige someone who says please after all, and he artfully turned on his heel to watch as the woman wiggled past him. Stepping forward he considered his options... the women prancing about them. What to do...
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Post by Requiem on Jun 11, 2012 17:38:23 GMT -5
Ismaroth. Behruth crooned on reflex at the other brown's acknowledgment. Theirs were closer friends than the two browns, but that was a matter of relativity. He noted with absentminded curiosity the two bronzes twining around one another despite seeming to have chosen different greens to chase even as the mahogany brown banked a heartbeat after Isma in the opposite direction. The bank wasn't as graceful, but he ignored that in favor of the green headed back their way. A couple heartbeats passed, her praise for the other brown holding him in thrall. He knew Feyrianth well enough to know that she would want to pay attention to all of her chasers...Behruth coiled almost playfully away from her touch and swung up over her, but it was more in an effort to mask the sinking feeling than anything else. Yes...he always Chased. But despite the sense that he was only appreciated for his consistency (and yes, Behruth understood that some of this was in his head, but he also knew that a lot of it wasn't since obviously he'd never in all these turns recovered enough to fly a wing again) the male managed to keep his mental tone light as he responded, And never will, to the green. She was not Checkoth. But in a world without Checkoth, despite the fondness he had for many dragons to include the green of his rider's mate, there was only one he'd ever asked his rider to risk everything to save.
It took little coaxing to urge the male after the butterfly green. He remembered teaching her how to fly, once upon a time. Behruth remembered more than he should. Could remember anything His remembered, and he didn't have to go searching for those memories anymore, instead using them almost as an extension of himself. He remembered the little weyrling worried she'd never be able to fly. Ironic, now. She flew so well. This was why he didn't Chase. An urge to just...leave...was slowly taking hold, and even though he wouldn't because it would hurt the green, it was there and weighing him down. In a way, Nuoth bursting through the rest of them with her other chasers was a welcome distraction. He startled, having not noticed at all that the other green had returned to share the same airspace as Feyrianth. Startled and dropped away from the main body of chasers in his startlement, buffeted by the displaced air and wingbeats of larger, stronger dragons. Catching a thermal, he rose as the distressed orange faded from his eyes and he realized what was going on.
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Dark eyes focused on E'rro and Erilena dancing together, but it wasn't jealousy that directed the gaze. Longing. It had been masked long enough to return E'rro's smile, but now it acted as a window to the ache in his chest. He couldn't dance like that. There was no reason to be jealous when, if their situations were reversed, all he'd be doing is making a fool of himself and stepping all over her toes. He'd never have E'rro's grace. Hands in his pockets, he stayed...despite a definite desire to leave Erilena to the men who deserved her better and could dance with her. Idly he wondered why she wanted his presence at all. If she hadn't...he would not have come. It was too hard to watch what he'd had once and never would again, watch the other males playing so easily, it just...
His eyes widened slightly of a sudden, having not seen Erilena part from E'rro and only now noticing when she was mere feet in front of him. Hands slipped from his pockets while his heart caught in his throat and for a moment he thought she'd want him to dance and in doing so prove just why the only comments he ever got from her were expressions of appreciation for his willingness to beat his head against a wall he couldn't cross. Solely because she was here and wanted him to. Feyrianth - Erilena - was too honest to pretend that she found his performance the least bit impressive. But no, she didn't even pause in front of him, brushing by him. She knew how pointless it was. Even though he'd been anxious, this almost made him feel worse...until she stopped in front of him after circling, and he could feel the heat of shame rising into his neck and face as she thanked him, eyes slipping away as he nodded. Of course. "How could I do anything el-" Breath caught in his throat at the lips on his neck, fingers curling, but the urge to reach out and take her by the waist. To dance with her even though he sucked at it...came too late. She was already bouncing off toward K'sel, who was hovering between the two greens, uncommitted. A shadow passed over his face, and his hands returned to his pockets. Yeah. Okay.
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He didn't get angry often. It wasn't a simple anger, either, even though Nuoth bringing all her dragons so close and making it hard for him to even fly in the same area made him both feel like shit - inadequate - and not very well-disposed toward the green. Not that he was here for her sake, anyway. His frustration with his own limitations and how readily everyone seemed to be dismissing him finally built to a breaking point and burst. Hovering above the twisting, coiling dragons - ironically not so far from the other smaller dragon that would find it difficult to contend for space with all the larger males crowded so close - Behruth found himself tired of letting others push him out. He plummeted. No, that would presume a dive. Behruth didn't dive. He fell tumbling through the air like a leaf pulled in all directions by a strong wind. It was perhaps one of the strangest maneuvers most were likely to see, if only because it seemed completely uncontrolled. He was twisting and flipping over himself in no discernible pattern, right through the thickest portion of the chasers. Yet somehow he never touched any of them, whether they cleared out of his way or not. Wings flicking out, tail flicks, air currents and thermals...even air displacement from the other dragons. He managed to tumble in and out of them, up and down and around like a small mahogany-colored dust devil composed of limbs and wings and tail rather than dust. Finally twisting into a neat spin and spreading wings to soar upward between Nuoth and Feyrianth as their dance parted for a few seconds, almost as if he'd read their minds to know the space would be opening up. A croon to Feyrianth, but there was also a touch of challenge to it. He wasn't...useless.
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Dancing alone. Dancing with Nephele. It almost seemed like the same thing. He would have danced with her if she'd let him, but she was more interested in whether or not she could get K'sel to commit. Didn't want to admit that it hurt him, and instead he let it piss him off. E'rro was tall, but M'ta was standing on steps above him anyway, and it was the easiest thing in the world to vault over the other brownrider, using his shoulders as a springboard for his hands and arcing neatly into a roll after he cleared the taller man that brought him easily to his feet. Of course, it also put him nearly directly in front of Erilena and he worried his momentum would carry him into her. He arrested it by bending into his knees and flipping backwards, an element of defiance characterizing the landing before he straigthened to his full height. So what if that wasn't very tall. He still had enough of a physical presence up close to impress upon a woman that he wasn't small. At least not comparative to them, and there was a definite air of aggression in his posture. The hand he held out to Erilena (despite knowing he couldn't really dance, he was pretty sure he could follow her lead at least well enough not to make complete fools of the both of them) was demanding, a smolder behind his eyes. Yes, he was being attention-seeking. Moreover, he shouldn't have to do backflips to get her attention. "I came to dance with you," he stated softly, the intensity of his expression not abating. He wanted a chance, too. That's all he was asking. A chance rather than just being dismissed as the 'one who is always here'.
(And yes, he was very definitely ignoring K'sel at the moment, since the guy hadn't bothered to follow Erilena directly.)
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Post by Sebz on Jun 11, 2012 19:58:14 GMT -5
Kallandrith practically purred in amusement at the other bronze. He liked this one. Isn't it? flaring his wings their full length, he slowing his pace. At the very least, it's well deserved, the dragon flashed his teeth in a playful snarl. As they spiralled down towards the greens, Kallandrith twisted his body so he was able to frame the dancing females in one eye and his partner in the other. As the green's parted way, it seemed that he and Sparath must do the same.
Farewell, and here's to success to your pursuit. With that short statement, Kallandrith wheeled around in the air, eyes focussing on each dragon in turn, assessing which male would choose which green. Not that it mattered, as Feyrianth would be his only target tonight, and he intended on winning one way or another. He may not have the most maneuverability out of those gathered, but he had strength and stamina.
Folding his wings, Kallandrith plummeted to the ground, lower than any other dragon's in flight. Getting dangerously before he opened his wings, the bronze barely escaped and uncontrolled crash through the trees. By a stroke of luck, though the bronze would vehemently argue it was skill, He rolled onto his back, belly upward, and maintained a low glide, tail snaking behind him. When he was directly underneath Feyrianth, Kallandrith angled himself up and shot into the air, spinning as he rose. You are a beautiful dancer Feyrianth, I however am not so gifted. However, I will watch and emulate,you, the goddess of the sky
C'loy smiled coyly as Ce'thian took his hand. Now C'loy was no dancer, but the years spent away from civilization helped him become very comfortable with his body, and in turn, he was able to fluidly control his motion. Light on his feet, he turned into the other bronzer's body, drawing him close. But then just as quickly, a green cut in. Bowing out, he distanced himself from the pair, and instead turned towards Feyrianth. He bounced on his feet, body filled with energy, flashing a smile similar to Kallandrith's in the direction of the lovely green. She was beautiful in motion indeed.
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Post by Avu on Jun 11, 2012 21:10:05 GMT -5
Right.
Kallandrith’s words earned a pleasantly amused rumble, Sparath’s eyes flashing to the younger bronze briefly before focusing on Nuoth again. Right; flirt with the green, not with the bronze, that was the way these things were supposed to work, weren’t they? Not that she even had that many chasers, comparatively; that one brown—one of his, Sparath knew, but for the life of him he absolutely couldn’t recall the name—seemed to be hanging back like he hadn’t the faintest idea which of the two he’d rather Chase. And the blue. And him. Did he even count, he wondered, as he slid along easily on the wind, far in Kormath’s wake; he knew he wasn’t agile enough to keep up with a green if he was right on her tail with no room for advanced warning, so why bother trying?
Sparath was okay with playing the fool, but only when he wanted to. Eyes narrowed thoughtfully as Nuoth made her abrupt, contorted spin-about; it wasn’t something Sparath could pull off and he knew it, but there was no reason he couldn’t look graceful in his directional change either. The bronze arched up with a neat sweep of his wings, coiling into an easy twirl as the green darted past, tail swinging around to level the change. Rather than following her directly—because come on, how boring—he followed the push of the wind upward, rumbling in amused greeting at the males of the other green.
And because he could, the bronze slid lithely against Kallandrith, whispering a mischievous, Well don’t you make a pretty soloist…did you even need me to dance? before he dragged curled claws lightly down the other bronze’s spine in passing, a flick of his tail his farewell as he slipped away again in Nuoth’s wake, using the downdrafts of wings to propel himself into a quick spiral that met the green’s dive in a momentary dance, the bronze’s mouth open in a flash of amusement at the trail of her wings and claws over his hide. He made no attempt to capture her—not quite—but instead mocked a curtsy with a flutter of his wings that he angled into a sloping dip in her wake.
Well played, sweetheart, you /do/ have a way with living obstacles, don’t you?
Prominent amusement in the low rumble-drawl, a teasing note to lighten air made heavy with so many wings in such a condensed space. Sparath’s eyes hooded in light amusement as he angled his flight path to follow in a roundabout loop—he had no desire to brush so close to Pettahth or Kormath, the latter of whom was just so ridiculously set apart from everyone else at the moment. Didn’t he have any desire to make things interesting? Tch.
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Well, the kid certainly was earnest about dancing, wasn’t he?
Ce’thian allowed himself the wry amusement and the preemptive acceptance of the fact that he was definitely going to have to tell Darya about this later—and the fact that he was going to probably be teased about it, but whatever. An arm that didn’t—probably, unless he had three arms—belong to the kid winding around his waist and the decidedly more feminine body pressed against his side was a pretty nice distraction, all things considered, and it was with only a vague regret that he suspected stemmed wholly from Sparath that Ce’thian turned away from C’loy to Nephele.
Knew better than to really hold her, but one hand found her waist, the other touching the back of her hand lightly, his mouth quirking in amusement as she nibbled his ear. Demanding, wasn’t she. Well, she had his attention now, particularly as Sparath grew more engaged with the flight with the beginnings of the more strenuous demands of it, and Ce’thian made no effort to do anything but drift in her wake loosely as she broke away from him to pay more attention to the other Chasers—or Chaser singular? K’sel didn’t really seem to be getting much attention from her, although to be fair, the other green was certainly paying him some.
The flash of a smile was almost more of a response to Sparath’s amusement than his own, but directed at Nephele, Ce’thian settling back on his heels lightly. “Well played indeed.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Aftershock on Jun 11, 2012 22:51:09 GMT -5
Freyr crooned in response to Feyrianth's personal attention, puffing his chest proudly by the fact that even being so much smaller than the other Chasers, he could still attract personal attention from she he chose to Chase. Motivated by her words, he pumped his (for his size) powerful wings and followed the green upwards, pushing himself hard to follow his much larger paramour. He had nearly reached her just as she began to loop around, and seeing the other males in pursuit, he pushed himself yet harder, determined not to be left behind.
Finally, Nuoth moved back around to "dance" with Feyrianth, and Freyr thanked her silently for ceasing Feyrianth's forward momentum and allowing him to hover and recover his strength a bit. The fact that he was the color that had the most stamina and strength was the only reason he had been able to barely keep up so far, and he was nearly spent even then. He fluttered about, keeping an eye on the proceedings, when suddenly Behruth came barreling into the cluster of Chasers, flipping and twisting wildly. Freyr screeched in concern as he pushed his tired body away from the dangerous flailings, and in doing so failed to notice his proximity to another Chaser as he retreated. It almost seemed like slow motion to the little bronze flit as the wingtip of one of the other Chasers descended towards him... something he could have easily dodged normally, but in his exhausted state it was as if his body would not react as quickly as his mind noticed the hazard.
Freyr nearly made it clear, but the wingtip of the other Chaser clipped Freyr's own wing... barely a brush to the other dragon, to be certain, but enough force to knock the comparatively-tiny firelizard's wing askew, causing Freyr to fall from the sky. The bronze flit tried to recover, but he was just too exhausted to pull his wing back into position fast enough to get himself back into the group... by the time he would be able to recover from the stall, he would be so far away from the cluster that his fatigued body would never be able to get him back up to participate.
Barely a glinting sparkle on the darkened skies as the moon reflected from his shiny scales, Freyr fell away from the cluster of dragons, likely unnoticed with two Rising greens to keep the attention of all involved.
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Post by Rei on Jun 12, 2012 3:35:14 GMT -5
Glimmering wings tilted slightly as Feyrianth briefly danced upon the current of wind she was riding on. There were advantages as well as disadvantages to having so much wing sail. It made aerial maneuvers hard for her yes, but it also gave her near effortless lift. With staying in the air made so easy, it in turn gave her a massive amount of stamina on par with some browns if she used the winds right. As it was currently the green was only minimally fatigued from the maneuvers she had pulled. The need to mate would probably push her to choose a partner long before her fatigue did. Arching her neck into a graceful curve, as she hovered in place for a moment, Feyrianth allowed her males a chance to try and impress her with their own dancing. The four wing green wouldn’t watch long however. She was more a female of action than anything else. Of course she loved the fact that they were preforming for her but she’d much rather perform with them then just sit back and watch, as evidenced by the slight twitching of her wings and the fact that rather than stay in one place for long she flitted from here to there much like the butterfly she sometimes was said to resemble. A thin mental thread of awareness was kept with Nuoth as the females danced and flitted around each other and with their males. Feyrianth couldn’t ask for a more graceful partner. The maneuvers the other female could pull off were spectacular. Perhaps another green would be jealous that she could not perform as such. But not Feyrianth. She appreciated Nuoth’s flight for the beauty and intricacy it clearly displayed. (No point in being jealous of something you could never aspire to no matter how hard you tried.) Rising alongside Nuoth for a moment she watched her chasers cavort, her attention mostly being taken by the whirling Behruth. His maneuvers were unconventional to be sure, but also impressive and when she broke away from Nuoth, and the brown soared up between them with his challenging brush to her mind, she brushed his mind back with excitement, praise, and an acceptance to his challenge.
It was obvious she was being chased by quite worthy wings. With a neat twist Feyrianth turned and winged towards Behruth. As she shot underneath him she rolled, her inward facing talons brushing harmlessly over his underbelly in a clear flirtatious tease before she folded her wings and fell a few lengths. Very impressive Ruth. As she leveled out and started a swing to her right, Pettahth was suddenly beside her and she trilled a high flutelike playful note to him. Are you admitting defeat my Pettadancer? She teased in response to his words before passing him close enough for the end of her tail to trail briefly along his neck and underneath his jaw. Feyrianth was now blatantly touching them all in ways that were less than innocent, but she really couldn’t help it. They were making her flight far too enjoyable and she was quickly approaching the limits of her hormonal patience.
With a few quick adjustments to the position of her wings the green performed a small aerial ballet with Pettahth, testing his limits a bit before again rising upwards. It was then that the bronze bespoke her from directly beneath and shot upwards, Kallandrith’s large body spinning in his own maneuver. A flash of anxious yellow spun through Feyrianth’s gaze in response to his sudden proximity but her lust dominated her mind for the moment and she matched the bronze in a parallel spin before breaking away to wing upwards and twist around Ismaroth. From there she dropped to playfully flank Behruth and then spun in as tight a turn as she was able to head upwards. Powering close past Pettahth she brushed the minds of her males with one final surge of encouragement even as she reached out to Nuoth to let her know that she could wait no longer to choose.
Feyrianth felt the acknowledging brush from the other female, and soon was gifted with her presence as well, as she put all her remaining effort into climbing as fast and hard as she was able towards the stars above in one last bid for height. The green had waited long for this moment and she wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.
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She was having such fun with them all. The teasing and playful light in her eyes displayed that clearly even if it was a touch on the side of lustful. Erilena’s eyes had fallen to K’sel as her solo performance slowed solely because she was expecting him to take her up on her offer. He would be silly not to and she had heard his acceptance to her offer. However, she would not wait forever.
Movement caught her attention before the grounded half of the flight could utter another word to the sandy brown and her hazel eyes widened as M’ta flipped through the air to land in very close proximity to her. A startled expression briefly flashed across the blonde’s face but she recovered quickly when the man straightened and offered his hand to her with a look that was nothing less than demanding. She thought she knew what he wanted before he even uttered the words but Erilena didn’t interrupt. Instead she gracefully stepped forward and took his offered hand, her voice betraying both her pleasure and amusement. “Took you long enough.” That’s all she had been waiting for. Behruth to step out and make her take notice. He didn’t have to prove a thing to her. She already knew. She had just wanted him to do it for himself.
Pulling herself against him, Erilena lead the brownrider in a simple yet sensual dance, using her body to guide him as she twirled with him through her other chasers. Her eyes stayed fixed on his and when they finally paused her mouth claimed his briefly. A playful nip was given his bottom lip as she broke the kiss and pulled away. “You always have my attention silly.” Were her soft parting words before she danced away to offer her bronze chaser a nervous smile.
Erilena passed C’loy close enough to trail fingertips along his hip bone but no closer than that. He just made her so terribly anxious. She hadn’t quite worked out consciously why. It was one of those things that simply just was.
Finished with C’loy, Erilena returned to the hovering K’sel an actual pout being offered the man. “If your previous words were true then stop making me wait.” She teased him briefly before her arms wound about his waist and she pulled herself against him, her body melding to his as her lips finally found his ear. “I am quickly losing my patience.” With that she pulled her body from his, though she did keep his hands so she could lead him in a quick two step. Sadly the woman knew they wouldn’t have time for much more. Raising his hand along with with hers, her lips pressed a soft kiss to the pulse point in K’sel’s wrist before she dropped his hand to step back from her chasers.
A seductive smile was offered them all before Erilena glided back towards Nephele, obviously expecting her males to follow the pair towards the nearest outbuilding. (A quickly thrown together wooden structure made to house the runners of visiting patrons.) A bright smile was given the other green as she drew close to her. The time to choose was fast approaching. Now one not so simple question reminded. Which one would be her partner this time?
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Post by Ember on Jun 12, 2012 7:28:03 GMT -5
Nuoth was a dragon of contradictions - though certainly she herself didn't realize such - being confident and self-assured and yet being insecure in where others stood in relation to her. For example, she had known herself as Pettahth's mate for more turns than she could remember, although she was almost certain that fact coincided with her and Feyrianth living in different places. She apparently still had not fully understood Pettahth's position on the matter though. As she had always worried, her withdrawn moods on occasion had become too much for the brown and at the first opportunity he had sought to end their status. How could she see it any other way, with him responding so to Feyrianth on the tail end of one of her infamous moody periods?
The green couldn't bring herself to blame them, either of them. Feyrianth was her closest dragon friend aside from Pettahth - definitely a case of dragon mimicking rider there - and so beautiful in so many ways that Nuoth often wondered what her fellow green liked in Nuoth. And sweet Pettahth...well, she was far too enamored to be angry at him and all too understanding that she never ought to have bound him to her in the first place. So it was time to let go. No more would he have to split his attention between the two greens out of obligation to her. She played and flirted with Pettahth and Sparath - Kormath, apparently, felt like staying out of the dance - until the brown darted away for Feyrianth and the green silently let him go as she ought. Yellow-grey flirted with violet for a few moments before the lust dominated once again.
Nuoth broke away from Feyrianth and her group briefly as Behruth came between them. She detected upset, perhaps, but as much as she wanted to soothe him he wasn't Hers to look after, not that night. He had made his preference for Feyrianth clear and the green resolutely refused to steal any more males than she already had - a decision she had made since the very beginning when her two-and-a-half had split apart in her direction. Instead the green responded for the first time in words to any of her chasers, though Pettahth was tellingly excluded, not that he would know. I do try ever so hard, Nuoth started off saying to Sparath alone, matching his tone perfectly. Then she opened it up to both and added, It's been a pleasure to fly with you. Care for one more dance?
Nuoth was tiring, after all. Her endurance was almost laughable at best and while she could conserve it for less intricate flying she'd felt a need to engage her suitors. Not to mention whizzing about and commanding the skies was fun. That Feyrianth's mental brush came at roughly the same time she acknowledged her own need to choose one of her two males was an interesting coincidence. The green joined her briefly before making a decision to end their dance. She veered off suddenly and dramatically slowed her ascent - she had no issues with bronzes and one of her chasers certainly was one and she didn't want him to feel left behind. Instead she switched to gaining some height while also giving them one last performance of tightly done aerobatics, flip and loops and inverted turns until even she was fair dizzy with it.
Then finally Nuoth's left wing gave a slight spasm that made her falter a little. She gracefully recovered but her flight muscles burned and burne and she knew it was time. Exhausted, the green gratefully fell against the hide of her chosen male as he rose to meet her, brushing her mind apologetically against the other male's. She could only choose one, after all. Besides, now he could go try for Feyrianth.
Nephele danced solely with Ce'thian and K'nale, all things considered. At least the human half of the greenpair wasn't all that concerned about it, though that was largely due to the thrumming undercurrent of mine that always pulsed through her when her gaze fell on K'sel. Erilena could borrow him for a while but he would always come back to her in the end. And if he was allowed to have his fun she could have just as much with her other two males! Her dance with Ce'thian and the subsequent increased interest in her bolstered her confidence. She didn't miss K'nale's effort to get more from her either and she smiled teasingly at him. Well, well. They wanted her, did they? As Nuoth flirted with the bronze and blue (and, yes, Pettahth initially) above she did the same to influence their riders.
She returned to Ce'thian and pressed herself right up against him and led him into one of the all-too-sexy dances she had once learned from E'rro when she bought the man at auction. Hip to hip she hummed pleasantly as she danced with the bronze, leaning upwards again at the end of their brief dance to properly invade his mouth for a few moments. There, let him think about that! The green danced right back over to K'nale again and wrapped her arms around him. Rather than her hands resting on his shoulders or back, though, she let her hands rest right on his ass, dancing him until she was almost dizzy with both giddiness and from spinning. She gave his left cheek a little pinch as she broke away, suddenly aware that Nuoth was ready to choose.
Nephele actually jumped at Erilena's return. Nuoth was...not quite ignoring Feyrianth but she was no longer partnered with her either and it had freed Nephele's mind to simply dancing with the two who had been unoccupied with others. She smiled a bit at Erilena but there was an obvious lack of direct interest in her friend. The green slowed herself to glance between Ce'thian and Knale. She smiled a bit sadly at them. "Such wonderful dancers," she said for the first time, pausing entirely to give them each a peck on the cheek. "Go on, you can still catch up to her if you hurry, I'd hate to see such a lovely dancer without a partner." Her words were directed to K'nale as she took Ce'thian's hand and tugged the man after her towards the outbuilding once again.
Nuoth didn't quite regret her choice - Sparath had flown well even if he hadn't been too engaged at first. She didn't know Kormath either and in the end he had hung back from her, just as Pettahth had. The only one she knew for a fact was there solely for her was the bronze she was twining herself around. Sparath was familiar, being from the same weyr, and also unlikely to expect any more from a green unlikely to mate again. Besides, Feyrianth wouldn't want him - too nervous around bronzes to mind Nuoth taking one for herself. Overall? Perhaps not her ideal choice. In the circumstances? He was perfect.
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Post by Lotty on Jun 12, 2012 18:47:24 GMT -5
He had not expected that a swift turn towards Feyrianth would disqualify him so quickly from Nuoth's consideration, but then he should have known better knowing the green's swinging moods and penchant for occasional dives into melancholia. Hopefully there would be no awkwardness on their ledge later, since he hadn't really meant to offend. He was after all, the typical male despite his many virtues. What was even more concerning was that she chose a bronze over him... not a knife to Pettahth necessarily so much, but in the morning he knew that his bonded would be the one displeased to say the least. He didn't understand K'sel's near-hatred of the metallics, but he knew that the feelings he reserved were not the same. He merely wanted to prove that he was just as good, if not better and focused on making sure that the other green didn't mirror selections and go for Kallandrith - a brief glance was given to the younger, unfamiliar dragon. After all he couldn't dwell too long on this first defeat, it had been a calculated risk, if he chased both he was guaranteed to lose at least one of them.
A shift in gears then. He crooned to Fey despite the slight strand of regret that threaded through him, carefully constructing a strong persona that defied the emotional and physical duress. With an added warble the sandy brown shot back at her taunting with draconic humor of his own, Give up? Never Feyone. I merely tease. You never give any less than your best. And now was the time to reciprocate. As the green fluttered about in his aerial dance, he made one grand pump of his wings and kicked his hindlegs out behind him. One moment he was all jumping gazelle and the next he was slowly twisting to hang momentarily upside down to expose his vulnerable and prone belly. It was a show of trust if nothing else, and a rare one for a dragon trained not only by the war, but by adventures long past in feline ridden wilds.
He dropped then, even as Feyrianth rose, allowing gravity to pull him down with some speed before reclaiming altitude in what ultimately was a grand thrill seeking loop-de-loop. Even he was enthralled enough by the stunt to release a euphoric trumpet as he swung about in up and down yo-yo fashion after the green... but even with all the daredevil success, the act of following around the four-winged nymph was as tiring as one could expect. As he shot up towards the heavens above, his joints burned and his breaths grew ever shorter as their great heights strangled out the oxygen. Worth it though... and Pettahth cooed to Fey a warning, Don't go too high my 'one. You'll wind up getting lost amongst the stars...
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He'd been about to make a move he thought... it was a difficult sort of action since he knew he was supposed to dance, but his knowledge was limited to a strange mix of stuffy parochial dances and lewd half joking struts and sways. Before he could settle on the proper little boogie - he decided he was just going to do something and let his hips do all the work - the brownrider found himself quite upstaged by a handspringing flipping ball of human flesh. Yet somehow K'sel couldn't even bring himself to be mad at the bravado bullshit. He was just thoroughly unimpressed, left crossing his arms and rolling his eyes as a voice curled in silence:compensating much?
Not even a flinch then. He watched with disinterest, calmly waiting for the green to return - if she would. It wasn't until her eyes turned again to him that he dropped his arms to the side and he let his body start to wind again, tight and alert. The boiling blood turned his whole skin hypersensitive and as the woman approached to wrap her arms around him he felt even the most minute brushes right through his coat and sweater. There were simply no words for the feeling, it caressed yet tickled, and pulled his pore to pucker into little goosebumps and his hair to stand on end. As the words licked along his ear, he instantly had a million excuses. He was just waiting... playing hard to get... she was too easily distracted... he could have mentioned any of those things, but he bit his tongue quiet again, opting for the more suave answer, "I assure you I am worth waiting for."
Fingers and joined and on spritely feet, he sped with Erilena though the two step, kicking the light snow here and there to let the white powder puff up in small glittery flourishes before the dance drew to an end. He felt it sealed with the kiss, and staved off a pout as the woman backed off in the scene to join with Nephele who was grabbing and pulling at a certain Inverness Weyrleader. K'sel was trying to ignore it, letting his head sway drunkenly back to the other woman as she slipped her suitors a seductive smile. He tried to match hers with his own. Doing any more flips or feats of strength would obviously be passé.
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Post by Requiem on Jun 12, 2012 19:53:01 GMT -5
And just as quickly as the anger had come, it faded. It wasn't so much that he needed her notice or encouragement per say, so much as he needed to know that she saw him as a contender. Not just a constant fixture tagging along.
The male flew at a more sedate pace, letting her play with Pettath without any rush of jealousy or bitterness. Instead he took the opportunity to play with Isma, who also was being ignored in favor of the brown who couldn't seem to make a choice. A smart move, Behruth supposed, if a dragon just wanted a Flight to win. Playing both sides. Still, he rather doubted that most greens would be willing to choose a male who hadn't chosen them first. In the back of his mind, he was curious to see if Pettath's ploy would work. More important to him at the moment, however, was simply not allowing the green he'd chosen to get too far away from him that he'd have to strain to keep up. Once she parted from Pettath, though, he too parted from Ismaroth with a playful croon and carress of the tail.
He twisted to follow her up, not following directly within her wake but utilizing a thermal not far from her. The truth of the matter was there were reasons he didn't put on much of a show in these Flights, and that reason was beginning to reflect in the soreness of his wings. His stamina had been shot for turns. He could fly a fair distance if it was straight flight without tricks and frills or excessive dives and climbs and the like. Then his stamina might match the average blue's...green's on a bad day. But ask him to perform as a green or a blue and he lost energy quickly. Not to mention there were certain maneuvers he simply could not do without tearing a wing membrane. So asking him to dance...well, he really couldn't very well, not without expending most of his energy and risking injury.
Fortunately, that one trick was one that as well as being highly eye-catching, also actually taxed him very little as it barely utilized his wings at all. It was the rest of the Flight and seemingly unimportant banks and twists he'd made that were wearing on him now. Nevertheless, he let the thermal carry him up, winging to increase his speed to something that better matched Feyrianth's despite the pull in his wings. If this wasn't her last...he'd probably have to drop out. Behruth would not ask a green to consider him when he was unlikely to be able to carry her.
He was just content to know that she was considering him, even if only a little.
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M'ta's peacefully pleased expression reflected Behruth's contentment as the pair parted after the kiss they'd shared. He found that while his dancing was nothing special, the nature of hers didn't demand any great amount of skill and he'd managed not to break her feet beneath his. Even forget that worry long enough to enjoy the feel of her. Watching her leave him, he faded back closer to E'rro to keep out of her way so she could play with the bronze and the brown who refused to choose. The short brownrider couldn't help but think that sometimes it really didn't seem much like he actually had her attention. They were such a constant fixture in the green's life that he rather suspected it was more of a presence that was expected and might be missed if they were suddenly gone...but hardly noticed when they were there.
His eyes flicked to the outbuilding uncertainly, then up to E'rro beside him, but the healer wasn't hesitating and M'ta simply walked with him toward it, though this wasn't the right place. Flight rooms was what they needed. Still...he supposed it was better to go indoors somewhere than remain out here, and as he followed the two greens, watching one in particular, he found he didn't much care to worry more than that. Not at the moment.
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