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Post by glamourie on Jan 27, 2010 23:51:36 GMT -5
Too soon, too soon, it was too soon. Why couldn’t she be a late bloomer or something? He was not ready. He just wasn’t. It was too soon after Lis, but that didn’t change the fact that as Baoth lay sprawled out on her weyrledge, tail dangling baitingly over the ledge, her usually dark hide had a definite glow to it. It wasn’t the typical blinding glow, but it was a glow nonetheless – the change in her color pronounced the nearly black diamond patterns perfectly and emphasized her sleek, streamlined length. Curled into a ball as she was, she almost looked like a small green – a mistake to make if ever there was one: Baoth was definitely not a small creature; she just was lithe… and perfectly lean. For her clutch, she was an average-sized green… but then, her clutch was all ‘large’ for draconids and there were plenty of greens she dwarfed. She also hadn’t finished growing. The dark green visage was definitely visible to every dragon on their ledge or in the gorge: she was at the edge of her ledge, comfortably sleeping in a tight little ball. Interestingly though, she hadn’t gone out of her way to be more visible than usual – in fact, Baoth’s behavior hadn’t changed at all. Except regarding K’lir. She’d strongly considered eating a female drudge for speaking to Hers. Everyone else received the same arctic façade – or polite distance – that they always got.
There was a reason for that. K’lir was the only male whose feelings meant anything to her – and thus he was the only one she bothered to be possessive of. The rest were interesting as long as they could amuse her. Being close to flight didn’t change that, or heighten it in any way. It was as it was. She was Baoth; they would Chase because of that fact. She needn’t tease, bait or growl. And so she didn’t.
Watching K’lir would have posed the question of whether or not he was the same boy who’d experienced flightlust on more than one occasion. He certainly didn’t look it. The way that he paced back and forth in his weyr was enough to bring up the curiosity. He practically oozed anxiety, his entire body tense as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. He’d already dropped Kahrelir off with his mother – as soon as Baoth started looking funny (he refused to qualify her hide as glowing because she didn’t look preflight – how had he gone from a dragon who always looked preflight to one that didn’t even when she was about to Rise?) actually, and he’d booted Showoff out because, if memory served right, he always wanted to hurt the salamandyr when Calistoth Rose. He didn’t want to run the risk. He felt horribly alone, and he was scared. Not even the almost icy calm from Baoth was enough to still his nerves. He wasn’t ready. And he wasn’t sure he’d ever be. He’d been trying to avoid the knowledge that Baoth would Rise… but it was still too soon. Too soon. He squirmed.
Whether it was too soon for him or not, though, amidst his pacing, he could practically feel his heart beating. He felt incredibly aware of every sound – the waterfall, the river, dragons at the feeding grounds, the sounds of terrified herdbeasts, drumming in the distance, wherries, the song of firelizards and the steady thump-thump of Baoth’s tail twitching back and forth against the cliff face near her ledge. Even the light whish of air as Baoth’s wings moved sounded loud to him and he turned his head to watch as the wave of perfect black-green spread out over her back – stretching to an impressive full span. Her tail swiveled back up onto the ledge, curled around her, and… instead of stretching out, scraping her claws on the ledge as Calistoth might have, Baoth rolled over onto her back. She stretched out like that, her stomach presented to the sky as she yawned, her eyes never quite opening. The lazy grace was enough to impress K’lir, who stopped in his pacing and simply stared at her, his surroundings slowly – but surely – disappearing from around him. It was subtle enough that the greenrider didn’t even quite realize it was happening.
A low, melodious sound almost like a purr escaped Baoth before she rolled over to stand properly. She stretched her wings and slowly opened her eyes as her head turned up toward the sky; a wonderful shade of blue colored by golds and oranges like fire igniting on the horizon. A splash of pink completed the sunset. She flicked her tail and swiveled her head toward K’lir for a moment, her vividly violet eyes meeting his for a split second. And then the K’lir that was K’lir was gone – lost in the spiraling pool of emotions that was Baoth; cool, collected, and completely in control.
She didn’t feel inclined to fly to the top of the canyon to call her ‘suitors.’ They were all on their ledges; they could see her. She didn’t feel inclined to command, either. That was a waste of her effort. Instead, Baoth offered a sweet croon that was loud enough to resound off the walls of the canyon – the serpent’s tempting hiss. Who would dare to come for her?
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Post by mierce on Jan 28, 2010 0:27:58 GMT -5
He could see her, yes. Definitely yes. A beautiful creature indeed. The lust wasn’t overpowering though, no more than it ever was, but he was intrigued. He had been waiting for her to finally rise, expecting more of the usual display, but this. This was a nice surprise! After the seeming parade of taunts and challenges from every female Iorath had the pleasure of chasing, Baoth’s calmness -- at least for now -- was very attractive. He gracefully rose from the ground and spread his wings, returning her call with an appreciative trumpet of his own.
Evrlove~~ he swooned towards his grumpy rider. She appeared in the door, dressed in a fitted tunic and leggings, a most unamused expressed splayed across her face. At least he had given her some sort of warning this time so she didn’t have to show up slathered in blood again. His blue-violet eyes swirled at her, almost daring her to deny him the chance for this lovely Green. Evrgarde just gazed levelly at the Blue, wondering just how long she had until his lust started spilling over into her. At last, she turned away and started a rather gloom-and-doom trek towards the flight room. Fine. Go get some tail. The sudden wave of happiness from her bonded nearly threw the bluerider off balance as Iorath twirled up into the sky towards Baoth.
Mumbling curses under her breath, Evrgarde stalked towards her destination, completely oblivious to who the rider was. Oh, if she only she paid attention to anything other than killing things, she might have gleaned some of the knowledge Iorath had about just who she would be meeting again far too soon.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 28, 2010 0:55:32 GMT -5
Futh was crouched on a corner of his ledge, his eyes whirling an anxious yellow. He was trying really, really hard to have as little of himself in the weyr as possible, and kept shifting from foot to foot, whining quietly. Miiiiiinnnneee.... it's dirty! Futh cried, his whine riding higher. Reina cheeped regally from atop some sort of disaster in the midst of the weyrledge. From what M'kai could gather, it was her royal bedchambers, as well as possibly her royal toilet. She'd pulled pretty much everything she could find into this mysterious gathering, including one of M'kai's bedfurs, half of Futh's horde, and anything shiny she could lay her claws on. M’kai saw a corner of the carved feline he’d gotten this winter sticking out, which Futh had taken as a favorite. Reina had a back foot on its head, one claw digging in. Despite this indignity, all Futh wanted to do was relax in the sun, but the way was blocked. And it was the opposite of clean.
M'kai, still in the doorway with one hand on the latch, sighed and shut the door. He crossed the room and lifted the Green bodily, despite her squawks and attempts to scratch and bite. He dumped her on the bed, pointed sharply at her and shouted, “No, Reina! That was very bad!” She drew herself up, screeching defiance, and flickered between. “She’ll be back when she’s hungry,” he grumbled in the Blue’s general direction. It was wasted air, however; Futh was still doing his best to climb the wall. Fiiiiiiiiilllllth he moaned, shooting a suddenly red-tinged look at his rider. Help, M’kaiMineLove! Muck and filth!
Heaving an even deeper sigh, M’kai grabbed one of the furs still on the bed and started piling the nest into it, separating out the trash Reina had obviously filched from the kitchens or the lower caverns. That went into the rubbish bin, and then M’kai moved the remainder onto the bed and went for the broom. Not many riders kept brooms in their quarters- drudges or the occasional unfortunate candidate would sweep if you asked, but not many riders had Futh for a dragon. There was no visible dirt, but M’kai didn’t need to look to know that Futh’s eyes were still almost-white yellow and spinning fast. He started at the door, sweeping invisible dust towards the ledge.
Halfway there, M’kai realized that Futh was no longer whining. Glancing up, he was surprised to see that his dragon was not plastered to the wall anymore, but rather looking out towards the weyrs on the opposite cliff. The light was beginning to fade, but it still silhouetted the chubby blue in the weyr’s mouth, making him look vaguely dramatic, frozen with his wings half-unfurled. And then… M’kai heard it. There was no mistaking the reason for that croon, not for someone with a dragon. Without missing a beat, Futh tossed himself off the ledge, adding a bass croon to the other blue’s trumpet. Emotions smashed into M’kai as Futh began to labor upwards, striving for altitude so he wouldn’t have so far to catch up if Baoth decided to fly high. The rider was long lost, swirling away inside the torrent of Futh’s want. Futh had never taken any special interest in Baoth before, nor M’kai in K’lir—certainly, had M’kai realized who was rising before he was gone, Futh would have stayed grounded—but now it was too late, and Futh had already realized that all he wanted was the beautiful, dark green ahead of him.
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Post by Requiem on Jan 28, 2010 2:41:18 GMT -5
He pulled a face, his hands burrowing into his pockets. "I smell...like old, sick people. And numbweed. With all those brilliant minds out there, you'd think someone could come up with a less offensive numbing agent; for that matter, I'm sure you could," he added, eyes sliding over toward his weyrmate in a rather calculating fashion. Grumbling just to grumble, mostly, as M'ta found a lot of things in the infirmary rather interesting - and it meant he could monitor R'wign, who liked to forget about eating. His habits seemed fine. He just had to remember to eat.
Reaching over to tickle Teri's foot, he brushed not quite innocently against R'wign. That was the other part of spending his afternoons at the infirmary; sharding weyrmate was too hot. "Stop fussing so much, beautiful. We'll be home in a minute." Terilyn whined, letting loose with another wavering cry and scrunching her face up in a way that clearly threatened more of the same. Tired, she was. M'ta couldn't blame her; seemed everyone with a minor case of the sniffles had filtered in today. He didn't see where the healers got their patience. A sneeze never killed anyone.
Isn't there a rumor about the heart stopping when you sneeze? Where'd you hear that? I forget. One of the dragons, maybe? Tch, that's ridiculous. I've sneezed many times and my heart's never stopped. I believe I said rumor, Mine. "Hey, R'wign, when someone sneezes does their..." He broke off mid-sentence, head swiveling toward one of the weyrledges as his eyes narrowed slightly. Baoth. He snorted, muttering to himself, "You really can't help yourself, can you?"
Fraid not. Isn't she beautiful? If you like long, serpentine ice queens, maybe. She's hardly a typical companion for you. The flash of gleaming mahogany drew M'ta's eye. Whatever. Nothing to be done about it. He sent Sneak ahead to the weyr with a brush of his mind, hand going to the back of his head. Bother. He was in the mood right now, yes, but not for...K'lir or a random flightmoth. Irritating. And abruptly the irritation faded, almost as if a switch had been hit, and he turned on a heel, heading the opposite direction. Baoth waited.
Behruth landed amongst the rocks at the base of the falls, folding his wings neatly, his tail flicking through the rushing water. His quieter croon still managed to echo up the cliff face...certainly far enough to reach Baoth.
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Post by Rei on Jan 28, 2010 13:46:07 GMT -5
Sel’n felt the intentness in Kaaoloth as soon as he entered their weyr. Frowning he placed the tray that contained his dinner on the table and prodded the beast gently. Who is it? It could only be a rising green. The brown was never that intent on something unless it glowed or promised a fight. Strangely the Weyrlingmaster wasn’t exactly adverse to the idea of the brown chasing. It had been a long while since the brown had been able to chase and the build up of emotions was probably part of why they where not getting along as nicely.
Kaaoloth rumbled softly and with sudden swiftness rolled to his feet wings half unfurled. She had moved. Taking his attention from the green for a split second as she woke fully, he answered his questioning rider. Baoth. The disapproval coming across the bond was largely ignored by the brown. His could not like it all he wanted. He was still set on chasing this one. It had been too long since he last chased and she was defiantly a prize. Beautiful and possessing a grace some greens lacked in rising, even at such a young age she was poised.
Sel’n was, in fact, not happy at all with the current turn things where taking.
K’lir. He had not really had any contact with the man. Most everything he knew about the other came in rumors he had picked up. It was true enough that his Calistoth had passed and he had been the first person in all of Pern to re-impress. At least it was speculated that he was the first. What did that do to a man? He was obviously still sane at least. However he hadn't attended a weyrling lesson since Sel'n took over. Not that Sel'n could blame him. For K'lir it would all have been useless anyway, and Baoth could surely learn through him.
Baring all that the last thing Sel'n wanted was to wake up next to the man however. It was bound to be awkward no matter who won the flight. This was, after all, the man's first flight with his new dragon. There was no manual on after flight procedure so, on the off chance Kaaoloth won, he would just treat it like any other flight. Sharding brown of all the greens to pick.
No more time for discussion. It was what it was. As Baoth’s croon died away and was picked up by the answering voices of her males, Kaaoloth added his voice to the din. His brassy bugle echoing off the walls of the canyon as he threw himself from his ledge and opened large wings to catch the air. He knew two of the other chasers. Behruth had been his weyrling and Futh still was. The other blue was a unknown. However it was not his competition that the older brown was interested in. It was the dark beauty in front of him. A low croon was offered Baoth as Kaaoloth hovered in position well below her ledge. Her willing subject was ready and waiting for the fun to begin.
In turn Sel'n set off to find his part of the pairing allowing the wall between Kaaoloth and himself to recede.
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Post by Ember on Jan 28, 2010 16:13:08 GMT -5
Dsoleth's jaw cracked open in a giant yawn as he shifted on his weyrledge in boredom. He could hardly play with His if the man was going to be in his weyr the whole time. He considered talking to Jingth to distract hismelf until T'san was willing to go for a very dizzying flight but he didn't want to bother the growing gold. She might very well be in lessons. Or something. The brown settled for playing with his feline. Yes, he did consider that cat his and nothing His said would change that. He moved his tail from side to side and watched as Spice slowly crept forward to pounce....
"Dsoleth! Its hard enough to concentrate on this without you doing that," the brownrider said. To take the sting from his tone he scooped a dirty shirt from the growing pile of clothes and tossed it at the brown playfully. The brown huffed mentally as Spice leapt on the bundle and he went ignored once again. If only there was something he could do on his own and still enjoy himself. He looked back out from his weyrledge and noticed with amusement that a lovely little green had chosen to Rise. That was a worthy distraction, or was the world a distraction from her? Hard to tell as the lust slowly settled over him.
He felt amusement too as he realized this would interrupt His' work. Served him right! He slipped off the weyrledge unnoticed for a moment or two before T'san realized what was up. You little sneak, he said as Dsoleth flew towards the green. The brown was in no way repentant. He crooned pleasantly towards Baoth, eyes slowly fading into violet. He eyed the competition before the flight truly started. No bronzes - yet. He wouldn't have been too worried about a bronze or two anyways. The blues were more worrisome considering they were chasing a green.
Dsoleth returned his attention to his target. He'd show his skill and then let her decide. He waited in anticipation while His travelled to the flight rooms. T'san smiled slightly as he stood up and stretched. He had a moment or two to set things to rights before he was driven towards the bondmate of the green. He set Aliene in a crack in the wall. "Be good and stay there for me, won't you doll? I can't let you cling to me right now." The salamandyr hissed and whined. The brownrider just rolled his eyes and left. She'd be safe from the cat and that would have to do.
He didn't exactly run but he certainly didn't walk slowly towards the flightrooms. At least he wasn't skipping there. That was an effect of Aliene's Runs, not Dsoleth chasing. T'san let out a low human croon from the back of his throat. Not even there yet and he was ready to show to his best. Almost there, almost there...just wait a little longer for him!
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Post by Avu on Jan 28, 2010 21:10:50 GMT -5
He was watching her out of the corner of his eye, and although he looked perfectly relaxed, positively lounging across his weyrledge, Ahth was actually very much focused on Baoth. The blue stretched once, extending his entire body and flicking his wings absently, before he coiled in on himself again, dark serpentine body scrunching into a corner of the ‘ledge he had commandeered from some ditzy green. His eyes were lightly lidded, the same dark green color as they always were, and his head bowed slightly, the dark blue dragon rubbing his muzzle against the stone beneath him to soothe a particularly stubborn itch. A yawn; his eyes half-closed again.
And then she moved and Ahth’s head turned, instantly alert, as he followed Baoth’s movements with his eyes, but he didn’t instantly throw himself off the ‘ledge or anything silly of the kind. Leave that kind of clumsy display to those who felt it necessary; he didn’t. The dark creature watched in silence as one – two – three – five dragons answered; two blue and three brown. One of them was his detested clutchsibling; another the Weyrlingmaster – the others Ahth did not know, but they were hardly worthy of Baoth. Especially not Futh. Why Futh would even think –
But never mind, never mind.
Ahth tilted his head as he drew himself into a standing position, mouth gaping slightly open in a silent laugh at the others who had decided to Chase. His wings flicked half-open and his eyes lidded quietly again as he slithered to the edge of the ledge; the only giveaway to his anticipation was the animated twitching of his tail as he watched Baoth solemnly. And then he crooned in reply, front claws digging into the sides of his ‘ledge. He wasn’t foolish enough to start flying around like a fool already; why would he? Baoth had not flown yet; no need for waste.
Baoth’s, R’ahre, he murmured privately to his Rider. Be ready. He was hardly preventing any of the want from reaching his Rider, so it ought to have been warning enough, but it seemed appropriate. Anyway, R’ahre had been able to somewhat resist Sylph’s Runlust…if he wanted, Ahth wouldn’t mind him resisting.
And yes, R’ahre did want. The bluerider rocked back on his heels and threw a single look of pure venom at Ahth, who ignored it completely. As he’d expected. Exhaling, R’ahre ran both hands through his hair and settled neatly into a cross-legged position, back against the far wall from the door. He didn’t want K’lir at all and he hated to admit it, but he expected Ahth did have a chance at winning. Unfortunately. His eyes closed, a frown crossing his face, and he bowed his head as Sylph darted into the hands that curled loosely in his lap, purring quietly at him.
Green Showoff’s shine? The frown deepened. “Yes, exactly…”
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Post by glamourie on Jan 29, 2010 6:39:42 GMT -5
There were a lot more dragons present than Baoth had expected. She was by nature a confident creature – one who knew her own worth and needed no praise to feel good about herself – but that did not extend to acknowledgment of the intelligence of others. She’d expected to be met by one or two males – assuredly one of which would be Ahth (good, he was present). Certainly no bronzes or browns – they would be busy fretting themselves over Jingth and her someday-glowy self. She was pleasantly surprised, therefore, when not one – not two – but three browns answered her call, all of them handsome. There was no negativity in her gaze as she turned to regard each of the males for a split second. They were there and that, alone, set them apart and made them worthy of her notice. Because only a dragon with an ounce of intelligence would be capable of recognizing her worth. It wasn’t arrogance; she didn’t dismiss her clutchsister as inferior. She simply knew that she was extraordinary. Jingth had been copying her antics from the moment she hatched, had she not? If even golds strove to be like her, well – she was definitely in a league all her own.
Fluttering her wings prettily, Baoth crooned again; the sound was soft and pleasant, complimentary. She was glad with her selection, glad for those who had answered her call. Six was a more than satisfactory number and each of them was handsome in their own right. Was it possible to keep them all? She wanted them all. Hmm.
The serpentine green turned her violet-eyed gaze to the sky and then leapt into the air, wings spreading to catch a burst of wind and carry her upward – higher, higher, she wanted the clouds. The ascent was not perfectly vertical – but it was graceful, much the same way a snake would look swimming through the water; the air was her playground for the moment and she intended to take advantage of it. Her suitors had to prove themselves, after all… since she couldn’t have all of them. So sad. If she could’ve, there was absolutely no force on Pern that could have made Baoth pick. So many. Turns, that would work, wouldn’t it? Tch. Her tail flipped and she took to spinning as she ascended, haphazardly following the path of the river toward the sea… though it was unlikely that she’d get that far. She had no intentions of being too easy to chase, after all.
Her mind rang with the names of her chasers in the order that they had all arrived:
Iorath. She knew who he was, if not him directly. They had never spoken, but he was a handsome enough blue – and she liked blues. Never had to share them with golds, most of them had decent enough sense not to chase them. Most. Something about him stood out to her but she couldn’t say what – his presence raised her hackles somewhere in the back of her mind where she was less Baoth and a lot more K’lir. Just the same, he was the first to arrive, and though she paid no outward attention to him (nor did she intend to give any indication of her attention to any of her other chasers), she was pleased by that.
Futh. Her clutchbrother, and Ahth’s former roommate. How much Ahth had disliked him. He was a very unusual blue, in the sense that he seemed to be fumbling over himself all the time. Baoth hadn’t ever formed an opinion of him and she was glad of it; it was natural to want to dislike him simply because Ahth did… but that was unfair; he would be given equal chance as any, and it surely took guts to chase her if he knew that her partner-in-crime disliked him so. And if he didn’t, then he had a serious observation skill problem. He was smart enough to fly up high – good. It would make chasing easier on him, she supposed… was that pudge…?
Behruth. Silly little brown that may well have been a blue. She liked him, not that she knew him well; she liked him because he seemed to be pleasant to be around. Despite all appearances, Baoth did like pleasant companions much of the time. She was not a cruel dragon, after all… no matter what others might say of her.
Kaaoloth! The weyrlingmaster that she’d never had the… pleasure of interacting with before. K’lirHers had little interest in lessons and most of what she needed to know, she could learn from him. Her opinion of Kaaoloth was therefore neutral, although she was very pleased that one of the instructors decided to chase her. He was big though – and big dragons were going to have a lot more trouble keeping up with her than the smaller ones like the blues and Behruth. Because Baoth didn’t intend to fly like queens did. She was a green and agility washer strength: she intended to use it to her advantage. Would he be able to keep up? She’d see.
A third brown – Dsoleth. Her mind immediately rang with ‘Jingth’s pet’ in definition of him and she was slightly amused that he chased her – mainly because she was quite sure that Jingth would not like sharing. Other than that knowledge, she had little to go off of for the stranger – but she didn’t hold that against him. She was determined to give everyone an even slate to start off of…
… except him. Ahth was the lone exception – always, in his own way. But the response she offered him, verbal, was both compliment and bait at once; if he thought just because he was her partner-in-crime and her favorite of her clutch siblings that that made him worthy, he could just stay on that weyrledge. You’re late. The silky tone to her voice was tempting, and part of her could not resist the urge to bait. Futh answered my call before you, Ahth. You have much to make up for. Her words were projected to her clutchbrother alone – and that was the only acknowledgment she offered him. There was no answer in how she addressed the blue – but there was also no warmth. Then again, Baoth was not a creature of warmth.
Reaching her target destination of the clouds, Baoth did a quick spin and then turned sharply to the east, jagging downward at an angle. It was time for the tests to begin, and the first was keeping up. She was a green, after all, and speed was her specialty.
Her landbound half likely looked very strange, standing in the middle of his weyr as he was. K’lir’s head was bowed, red hair hiding his face, his eyes distant. He didn’t move. He didn’t have to… yet. Every little sound, he was distinctly aware of, but not around him – the sensation of flying was overwhelming, and it was only a matter of time before his physical form lost himself as much as his personality did. The only thing keeping him still was the awareness that his chasers weren’t there yet. Why not?
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Post by Rei on Jan 29, 2010 18:40:43 GMT -5
Kaaoloth crooned appreciatively as Baoth took wing. Pumping his own wings he rose after her, rumbling in appreciation. Yes the true flight had begun. Catching an updraft the brown rose with the rest of his competition keeping the green fully in sight. As she began her twirling Kaaoloth began his own circles. His no where near as graceful or dainty as hers. When he could catch a thermal he did so, both to gain altitude and save his wings the stress. Endurance he had plenty of but any chance offered to save his wings strain he took. Fast flight was after all not his strong suit.
Green flights where less about endurance and more about fast flashy flight. He couldn’t physically match the green or blues in speed or aerial prowess but he knew there where other ways he could gain attention. Keeping his violet eyes upon the object of his desire he stayed as close behind her as was safe. Breaking through the cover of the clouds he watched as she executed a near perfect spin and then turned towards the east and the setting Rukbat. Her jagging descent could be followed well enough, but not at the current speed she was going. Tucking his wings, the brown dropped as well and did a slow twirl making sure to keep her in his vision at all times. Unfortunately he would lose a bit of ground if she kept up her current speed.
Sel’n had gone to the flight rooms first expecting K’lir to be there but no. His pretty green was not in the room. Where then? The brown left the room with another destination in mind. One where his green would surely be. Sel’n/Kaaoloth entered K’lir’s weyr at a fast clip and a short croon left his throat as he beheld her. There she was right in front of him. Clever thing making them find her. He circled to the left and paused a few respectful feet away. Shifting from foot to foot he waited for a reaction. Was he really the first one to find her?
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Post by Ruby on Jan 29, 2010 18:44:47 GMT -5
Futh flapped doggedly to the cliff edge above the weyrs, touching down for a second. There was nothing that said he couldn't get a head start, but actually taking to the open sky before Baoth chose to seemed rude at best, downright insuting at worst. Not to mention that she would surely see him there and aim for a different part of the sky. Futh huffed, realizing it was sunset- no chance of him blending into the sky, like he would do during the day. No strategy for him, and no acrobatics, either. He flared his average wings in annoyance; average for a blue his size meant too small for Futh, with his extra bulk. He would simply have to impress Baoth with his doggedness, his steady flight. Possibly that would be enough, but Futh was not ready to hope.
Hunkering down with his wings spread wide, ready to take off at a moment's notice, he eyed his competition. Three he did not know, two he did. Kaaoloth and Ahth. With a sigh, he hunkered down further. This would be a hard flight, and now he was pitched against not only the Blue who despised him without provocation, but his teacher. The one who had taught him to fly. On top of everything, he didn't even know the two browns and the other blue that had arrived, and had no way to judge them. Unconciously, he growled deep in his throat, possibly the most feral sound Futh had ever uttered. Baoth was beautiful, his perfect foil: dark where he was light, slim where he was... not so slim, and even square-patterened where he had spots. Futh had always loved greens the best, and he wanted this one.
And then she was off. Futh leapt upwards, flapping frantically to clear the ground. He couldn't afford the time for another takeoff. Luckily, the thermals were strong at twilight, and he quickly found one rising off the Weyr's sunbaked cliff faces. Where other dragons might just float up effortlessly, however, Futh had to keep his wings beating. He fought for each inch of altitude, already falling behind on the ascent. Then she reached the clouds and turned back toward the earth. Futh kept his altitude, stroking along as doggedly as ever. He might not be the fastest, but the blue was steady.
His earthbound half was lost, and rather confused. He didn't know where he was, but he did know where he wanted to go. The only problem was that there kept being walls in the way! He could feel Baoth, he knew where she was instinctivly, he just couldn't get to her. Someone crossed his path, and he growled, shoving them out of the way. A left, two rights, another left; there she was. Shoving through a door on his right, he stood, staring at her. She was perfect, but... she wasn't a she. At the moment, Futh didn't care, but somewhere M'kai stirred, and was smothered again. He could worry about that in the morning. Pushing his own red hair back over his shoulder, he stalked into the room, not wanting to get too close until Baoth gave permission.
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Post by Avu on Jan 29, 2010 19:48:06 GMT -5
The instant Baoth was off her weyrledge, so too was Ahth; the blue flared his wings and then pushed off hard, spiraling into the air. His wings almost wrapped around his body for a second before they spread, the wind pushing at the dark membrane and carrying him rapidly upwards, smoothly. Ahth liked flying, and it showed in the display of elegance; the movement was careful, deliberate, not too fast and certainly not too slow – Ahth wasn’t about to be left behind. The blue’s eyes gleamed, darkly purple and lavender swirling together, as he corkscrewed tightly upwards.
As soon as he found a strong wind in his favor, Ahth flicked his tail at the tip, a minute twitch, before he began to mirror Baoth’s movements – almost literally mirror them; he wasn’t following the green exactly, though of course he was going in the same direction – even as he continued his ascent, wings cutting smoothly through the air. When Baoth’s path took her slightly to one side, Ahth veered gently to the other, arching into each turn that would bring him back towards the green again. The other males went completely ignored (especially Futh; he refused to acknowledge Futh at all) save for Ahth ensuring he didn’t collide with them. He didn’t see why he should fret about them, after all.
The brush against his mind earned no vocal acknowledgement, but his eyes whirled a little more rapidly and Ahth’s tail twitched faintly. Being beaten at anything by Futh, Futh of all dragons, stung his pride, yes; trust Baoth to know that. It was hardly surprising; he’d made no secret of his dislike for his roommate at any time. Generally he was more subtle, less obvious, about who he did and did not like, but Futh was special; Ahth had never considered him a threat and he didn’t mind showing that he didn’t like the blue. Ironic that he was being suggested as a threat, a real threat, now.
Perhaps I enjoy the challenge, he replied smoothly for Baoth alone as he flicked his wings back to feel the misty clouds swirl around him before he half-closed them to follow the green’s descent. He corkscrewed around Kaaoloth, careful not to get in the brown’s way; he didn’t dislike his Weyrlingmaster at all and the spiral was definitely not intended to be aggressive or offensive – if the brown had half a brain that wasn’t consumed by lust (and Ahth expected it wasn’t; he was still capable of coherent thought, after all, even if he did, very badly, want to win) he would see that. And if he didn’t, Ahth didn’t really care anyway; the opinions of brainless creatures was hardly something he fretted over.
A flare of his wings checked his downward descent, the muscles trembling almost imperceptibly with anticipation. Down was easy; up was not quite so simple, and he was ready for it – and anything else. Ahth wasn’t unduly worried yet; he was by no stretch of the imagination tired yet, and even if he was, he was hardly going to just up and quit. That would be foolish.
Stupid bluething. Sylph’s idle comment as she chewed on R’ahre’s thumb lightly, needle-sharp teeth little more than gentle pricks against the bluerider’s skin, helped far more than the green would ever know. The Salamandyr had been the first creature R’ahre had ever, ever Impressed; no firelizard had ever looked twice at him (not that there were a lot at Benden Weyr anyway) and no dragon had ever considered him either before her and that bond was strong. Ahth’s matched it, of course, but Sylph’s absentminded insults did keep him as himself.
“Mm, that’s right, he’s just too pretty, isn’t he?” the bluerider answered absently. He didn’t mean to fall into the Salamandyr’s style of using ‘pretty’ as an insult, but it fell thoughtlessly from his lips and R’ahre didn’t really care. He ran one hand down the green Salamandyr’s back, eyes still closed, sitting stiffly upright in a (rather futile) attempt to ignore the desire he felt coming from Ahth. If only Baoth’s Flight was a short one, then maybe he could still possess some control at the end. But he doubted he would be that lucky and at this rate, he’d only last another few minutes. At most.
Pretty, too.
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Post by mierce on Jan 29, 2010 20:49:28 GMT -5
Iorath trilled playfully as Baoth took to the skies. Yet, while she rose, he surprisingly folded his wings to dip downward (against the wind) three or four dragon lengths towards the river before unfurling his wings to stop the descent. He knew there was competition, but he did not let their presence strike any doubt in his mind. It wasn’t that he felt they had no chance or that he was better than the lot and therefore purposely increased the distance between him and the green; he simply did not feel threatened. Using the upward draft and giving a strong thrust of his larger wingspan, he threw himself upward into the sky at an angle towards the green -- a green that was getting more attractive with every beat of the wings.
Though he did not have the strength of the browns, his large wings as compared to his smaller body and thus lighter weight provided enough of an edge so that he was able to catch up to Baoth’s altitude. There, he fell into tracing Baoth’s movements as best as he could for the first half a minute before switching to a somewhat twisty corkscrew path. To any viewers on the ground his movements appeared somewhat spastic, littered with tight, jagged turns and loops. He was careful though to not let too much space get between him and the coveted prize, always trying to aim for where he believed Baoth would turn next even if she were flying in a different direction at the time.
Evrgarde, on the other hand, made a directly line towards the flight room only to find it… empty? She rolled her eyes. Where the hell was that greenrider? Who was that greenrider anyway? K’lir~ came a suspiciously playful response. The name did not mean anything to her except that it was a male. With a growl she turned around and quickly retraced her steps back to the rider weyrs. She could feel a trickle of lust start to fill her veins, and the last thing she wanted was to be one of those who lost total control over themselves while in public areas. Though she knew the rider had likely been consumed by his dragon by now and not have made the conscious decision to play a stupid game of hide-and-seek, it did not stop the annoyance was swelling in her chest.
Of course, as soon as she found the weyr and came in sight of the doorway, her eyes immediately locked in on a rather familiar figure sitting in the middle of the room.
Him.
That. Brat.
Her eyes widened in both surprise and anger but before she could formulate the thought of ordering her stupid blue--who likely knew how she felt about this child of a rider--to immediately abort his quest, she felt herself fall into muddled darkness. A faint gasp escaped her throat as Iorath let loose all the restraint he had usually kept on his emotions during chases and sent the thoughts and desires spilling into his rider. This was something Evrgarde was not used to, and very forgot her blue was capable of doing. A very small part of Evrgarde’s mind made note teach him a lesson when she finally came to her sense, but even that tiny candle of a threat was quickly snuffed out.
Suddenly taking on a much more pleasant posture, Evrgarde stepped into the weyr and bowed to K’lir/Baoth before stepping to the side so as to not block the doorway. Polite and composed despite all the desire swirling in this bluepair. Exactly how Iorath felt as he crooned towards the dark green’s teasing flicks of the tail.
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Post by Ember on Jan 29, 2010 21:37:17 GMT -5
Dsoleth watched the pretty green for but a moment after she leaped off her ledge. A single moment's admiration for her form, despite being a young green still. He beat the air with his wings to gain height as well, though he was a large beast and lacked the speed that was preferable in a green's flight. He could probably outlast any of them, with the exception maybe of Kaaoloth. When their strength began to wane his would still be fine. Now if he could only prove he was strong enough for the dark queen of the skies.
It seemed like greens favoured the clouds. For whatever reason, he found a lot of them aimed for the fluffy things. The contrast of her hide with the clouds was more interesting though. East was their direction then and he folded his wings close to gain the full benefit of gravity. Before he went too far down he snapped his wings open and the large sails caught his weight and he could start beating them again. See, he was powerful. Admittedly slower and clumsier than a blue, but no blue could some of the things he could either.
T'san was naturally disturbed when he arrived at the flightrooms to find his green wasn't there. The part of him that was him alone held onto the thought that the rider would have a weyr too. Some found it more comfortable there than the flightrooms. That also caused him a moment of panic as he realized he had no idea where the greenrider's weyr was. He growled in both normal and flight-induced frustration. The part of him that was chasing with Dsoleth was amused and intrigued. If she thought he wouldn't find her she'd better think again.
The part worried about running into someone most definitely not the greenrider was put to rest as he saw another person approach. No other green's were flying, he was sure of that. Following them would undoubtedly lead him to the green. His hunch was right as he entered K'lir's weyr right after M'kai. Unlike the blueweyrling, he was not the least bit phased that his pretty green was not actually a woman. He preferred women but he was quite willing to swing either way really. T'san let the last of his control slip into the bond between him and Dsoleth and he admired the human green openly.
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Post by Requiem on Jan 29, 2010 22:36:35 GMT -5
Look at all the dragons! Behruth crooned to Kaaoloth, Iorath and Futh specifically - Futh simply because the weyrling was absolutely adorable, wasn't he? They'd all come to dance with the beauty, had they? She must be pleased, to have so many good males chasing.
Yes, yes, he thought she was, for that croon certainly sounded pleased enough. Behruth watched her leap, admired the graceful wending upwards and took note of the other males, wondering where he fit into the picture. He leapt himself at the base of the falls, pinwheeling one wingtip just short of the stream of water and spraying an arc of waterdroplets. His tail lashed, scattering more as his wings pumped and he angled just enough to clear all but the topmost twigs, scattering a shower of leaves in his wake. Though he was small enough to put on a display not unlike that of two of the three blues, he didn't; Behruth's flight swirled through the bottom air currents, any show of agility merely what he needed to find the next gust of wind, the next slipstream, the next thermal to carry him eastward and within range of the beauty they all danced for.
If he wasted too much time on pretty tricks, he might get left behind, after all.
He skipped across another air current like a stone hops a lake, corkscrewing and twisting downward with the flick of one wing that arrested the corkscrew and turned it into a diagonal tumble. Tail slashed the other direction, just as his wings flared and beat hard, using the slipstream to shoot forward. Behruth flew well below Baoth and most of her chasers. No hubris, that. Merely wanting room, room to move; she was far to good a dancer to be caught so swiftly. No, with how she was flying, he was certain she could fly straight to Rukbat itself - and before it set, too.
This slipstream was inconvenient, however, for much further. The bend of the river took him right up against the trees, Behruth rolling to his side, and he used his hinds to kick off from the tree and send leaves falling everywhere around him, twirling neatly and coiling in a tight circle back...there. The shimmer that was warmer air caught his wings and he sailed upward, leaving the thermal not long after as Baoth's course took her close. Behruth didn't want to be too close as yet...he preferred to admire her sinuous grace.
Unlike the others that he was altogether unaware of, M'ta-who-was-not-M'ta didn't head for the flightrooms first. No pesky human logic interfered with the dragonlust that consumed him as easily as a flame does paper. He knew where she was. Tracing his fingers lightly along the stone, his stride was one of casual happiness. A beautiful green for him to admire, a dance to dance...what could be better? Ah, and this green! Her patterns, her grace, her beauty... Crooning pleasantly to himself, he loped easily up the stairs, following on some of the others' heels...though he immediately slid around to one side, not caring to crowd them or the lovely one.
He cocked his head to one side, then, a stray curl falling before his eyes. When would she move? He loved to watch her move. She was moving. But she wasn't. Whining in his throat at the strange disorientation, his eyes never left K'lir.
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Post by glamourie on Jan 30, 2010 10:40:39 GMT -5
K’lir’s head cocked to the side slightly, listening; he didn’t speak or turn his head. He didn’t need to. The slight sound that accompanied each new arrival – shoes or feet hitting the stone – was enough. Instinct told him that he wanted to be higher up – higher, out of reach, moving. Some part of him that was still K’lir – still aware – restrained the urges to run off the weyrledge (because he had wings and could fly, couldn’t he?). He couldn’t keep himself from turning though, and he did so on his toes as opposed to a complete turn. It almost looked like a physical mimicry of Baoth’s twists, though without the fluidity. K’lir wasn’t capable of that flawless perfection: only his beautiful green could pull off the totally boneless grace. Still, the empty golden eyes that fixed on the arrivals were only half K’lir. Only half. Most of the thoughts floating behind them were Baoth – K’lir was nowhere near as fair when he dealt with people. He made snap judgments. Baoth did not.
Stepping forward to the first arrival, K’lir lifted one hand and flicked a strand of brown hair from M’ta’s face, his expression playful. Skin never touched skin. Just one playful gesture before he stepped backwards and turned his head toward M’kai… then T’san and Sel’n, before she – he – turned back to Iorath – Evrgarde. It was a half recognizing look that appraised her, but all of them – each and every one – received the same flirtatious bow. The teasing come-and-get me look was undeniable before K’lir backed up and moved to the wall opposite all her – his – chasers. Move, move, move. Half of him wanted to climb the walls. The other half wanted to run circles to see how fast he could move and how many of them could keep up with his speed. But most of him was being playful – leaning down, K’lir crouched and then smiled. It was a decidedly evil smile.
“We’re missing someone,” he said softly in a voice that was not his own; he was an odd mingling of K’lir with Baoth’s boldness, and it was that thought (coupled with a surge of emotion from Baoth) that made him spring to his feet. “Let’s make Ahth play with us. He thinks he’s better than all of you. But he isn’t, is he?” Baoth might not have said it directly – but K’lir, being an uncensored creature, gave voice to her thoughts. “Let’s go show him that if he wants to make claims like that, he has to back it up. Let’s play~” With that thought in mind, K’lir sprung upward and half-dashed, half-skipped out of the room. It was such an unusual posture that most people would not attribute it to flight lust at all. Even if his gaze was empty, his body knew where to go, and he was headed right for R’ahre’s weyr.
Is that so. It wasn’t a question. There was also a decided acidity to those words that said Ahth’s response was the wrong answer. Offended, she was. He wanted so much of a challenge that he dared to wait? He did not have faith in her to provide a challenge more than worthy of him? He’d find out quickly just how much of a challenge she could be. As if he was guaranteed to catch her. Fool. He’d adore her whether she picked him or not, because she was Baoth, and she was the only green on Pern with a mind to match and surpass his. In that regard, Ahth was at a disadvantage. Did she favor him? Certainly. But he was as a pet – he would always be hers, guaranteed. She needn’t show that favor to keep him. The others were another story. If he wasn’t smart enough to know that he came in at a disadvantage with her, though, Baoth would not explain that to him. It wasn’t her job. Her job was to remind him that he was her loyal subject, but she was the leader of the parade, and the brightest star. He’d be lucky to bask in her glow. The words ‘Obnoxious brat’ filled her mind – K’lir’s description of R’ahre. It certainly fit.
The antics of her chasers – all of them – were momentarily ignored. She was focused on one thing and one thing only: burning into their minds that, even if she was young, she was no easy prize to be claimed. Never easy. She didn’t want to hurt her Chasers, and she was happy with them… but she was also agitated. And agitation, mixed with K’lir’s volatile temper, rarely meant good things.
Spinning forward like a torpedo, Baoth snapped her wings quickly and sped up. She’d been flying since her wings were strong enough to. Hers taught her how, and she was a natural in the air. Total confidence and icy composure, always. That thought in mind, Baoth did not turn back as she quite suddenly, high in the air amidst the clouds, snapped her wings and dropped like a ribbon down toward the earth. Her whole body curled into a ball before twisting tail over head in flips, dropping downward at a ridiculously fast pace. She was still following the river and as the clouds cleared and the currents came into view, hints of scarlet challenge entered her gaze. A heartbeat passed and literally, with seconds to spare, she spread her wings outward and turned. She was forced to move onto her side to avoid the strength of impact and the result was a curtain of water that danced up over her dark hide, bringing a glimmer to her perfection. She flew flips, the tips of her wings splashing water around her as she continued up the countryside. Selenitas was quickly getting lost in the distance, but that was okay –she always knew her way home.
And the further away she went, the harder it would be for them to mimic her. Unfamiliar terrain was welcome if it showed that she was the best there ever was. And she was. If it was a challenge Ahth wanted… she’d give him a challenge that he’d never, ever forget. Obnoxious brat.
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