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Post by missa on Jun 15, 2008 2:49:22 GMT -5
Ever since Jeminorth's hide had begun to get that subtle glow, Rielana had been in a bad mood. Or it seemed like it to her, she was sharper with people, and lost her patience much, much quicker than what was normal. Normally, she was fairly even tempered, a little hyper even... Not right now. Now she was spreading oil over each of her flitts, and the blue salamandyr too. It was a relaxing thing to do, a good thing when she was so snappy. Maybe she was just tired, or maybe Jerminorth - who was currently asleep - was tired, and that was rubbing off on Rielana. It had nothing, to do with her glow. Her green was not ready to rise.
Look! Ma, look! Pride spoke excitedly, jumping happily as he squirmed out of Rielana's hands to look at Jeminorth with more curiousity than he'd ever given the green.
"Pride! Get back here!" Grabbing for the blue salamandyr, Rielana quickly gave up as the half oiled blue darted out of reach. Aakesh of course, quickly stepped into the empty space, flaring his wings with a confident chirp. His would oil him now. Rielana, however, was no longer paying attention, wiping her hands on her shirt hem while looking at Jeminorth.
Jemmy? Mentally, she prodded the green, and was rewarded with a low growl. She wanted something, something that was out of her reach, something that she knew she couldn't get on the ground. Jeminorth got quickly to her feet, wide awake in moments. She wanted to fly, she didn't need to waste time on anything, else. Nothing. Lifting her voice in a loud challenging shriek, Jeminorth didn't wait for her rider to start panicking, she just took off.
The moment she took off, Jeminorth trilled happily, which males would chase her? Which ones would be brave enough and strong enough to catch her? She was young, beautiful and full of energy. Could any of them catch up? Nothing could hold them down, nothing. This was her time to be pretty!
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Post by kysseh on Jun 20, 2008 23:29:01 GMT -5
Sunning himself on the ledge outside his weyr, Dohulth had spread his wings to absorb even more light, his chin resting flat on the stone beneath him. The brown had been resting for quite some time, content to just be soaking up the sun's rays. The brown's gray-tinted hide gleamed with youthful health and a fresh oiling. K'von's mental state had resulted in a lot of thinking on the part of the brownrider, and the man thought best while doing repetitive tasks, which meant that Dohulth found himself oiled far more often than usual as of late.
K'von, however, was not as laidback as his dragon at the moment. He had been pacing inside his weyr for the better part of a candlemark, unable to settle his mind. Ever since the senior queen's Flight and the resulting encounter with the green weyrling, formerly of Benden, he had been distressed at the thought of having taken advantage of the poor girl. He wanted to do something for her, to make amends and possibly get into her good graces. He liked her, he had finally admitted to herself. What could he do, though, to put himself into her good graces?
His thoughts were rudely interrupted by his awareness of a feeling of strong intensity from his dragon, and he tapped into Dohulth's mind to realize that the brown had stirred from his rest. The dragon was looking intently toward another weyrledge, and K'von could tell by the set of the brown's mind that it was a female, a green about to rise. No! he told Dohulth firmly, getting to his feet and moving toward the weyrledge. He knew the brown was well-rested and anxious to Chase something, knowing that it had been far more than a Turn since the dragon had had some outlet for his lust. That was a long time, and Dohulth was staring very intently at the green.
Suddenly, the green's shriek echoed in K'von's ears, and Dohulth gave an answering bugle, flaring out his wings and leaping for the sky in an instant. She was a lovely green, to his biased eyes, and a fit one. He gave his wings a few powerful flaps to get further into the air, settling in a distance behind her to admire her as he soared. He answered her trill with a croon of his own, eyes whirling a brilliant purple with lust. He was in the air first to follow her, so she was His! He was going to win her over, and there was no reason for any other male to try!
K'von, cursing fluently at his dragon's desire, took the stairs from weyrledge to weyrledge, instinctively seeking out the weyr where this green resided with Hers. Though some part of his mind quailed at the thought of another female when he had the other lovely on his mind, he found himself wanting the girl badly, and when he finally made it to the weyr, he made his way over to the young woman, stopping a few paces away to watch her. His body was tense as he watched her, managing a smile for her. She was young, and instinct told him that this was her green's first Flight. He knew how this could be, and he knew how to be very gentle. He extended a hand to her to let her make the first move, his body suddenly rigid as he abruptly dropped into the consciousness of his dragon, hot on the tail of a lusty green.
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Post by boober on Jun 20, 2008 23:35:51 GMT -5
“Dammit Clover, hold still!” Aryna swore at her salamandyr, her face flushed with temper as she tried to pin down the green for an oiling. But Clover was having none of it. Screeching and thrashing about as if her bonded were trying to brand her. She was starting to get a dry patch on her side and it needed to be oiled. But for whatever reason, Clover had other ideas.
NO! was shouted loudly at Hers as the green whipped around and bit Aryna on the hand between thumb and forefinger. The randomness of it was enough to get the brown rider to release the ‘mandyr, who was off like a shot, scuttling through the weyr and vanishing without a trace. Growling, the young woman clenched her fist hard enough so that her knuckles went white as she lowered her head and counted slowly to 20. Ten would NOT be enough. It was only when the urge to hunt down and throttle the wayward green had passed that Aryna looked up again to notice Dramuth watching something intently from his ledge. Blinking, she straightened, ‘mandyr momentarily forgotten as she walked over to see what her brown was staring at.
She Rises. It was only then that Aryna saw the green streak in the sky that was Jeminorth, and immediately the lust filled her, though not quite enough to overwhelm just yet. Since he’d lost Calistoth’s Flight (no hard feelings though), it made the brown more apt to try again. Dramuth was nothing if not persistent, a trait he shared with His. Without another word, the brown launched himself from his ledge with a flexing of his muscular haunches. Large wings unfolded to catch himself as he swooped after the green, eyes whirling dark with lust. Aryna didn’t even try to stop him, instead turning and vacating the weyr to join in the Chase.
Minoath lifted his head from the fresh kill he’d made, eyes darkening as he watched the familiar green form pass overhead. Jeminorth had Risen. She was lovely, a beautiful green, and no dragon who truly called himself a male would let her beauty pass him by. He had to try! Without so much as a word, the young bronze leapt from the ground, flaring his wings wide as he took off. Fortunately, he hadn’t had more than a bite or two of the herdbeast that was now left forgotten on the ground for the firelizards. There was something more important that required his attention, something that took precedence over food. That something was Jeminorth.
The bronze bugled across the sky to let that lovely green know that he would not let her pass him by without making every effort to catch her. Young and limber, he had speed and agility on his side, but the other contenders thus far were undeniably superior in skill. He would try his best for Jeminorth, and they would see if his best was enough. He left His standing by the feeding pens with an upturned face before the strong emotion engulfed C’lryn as well and it was either Chase or go mad. It was this that made him go in search of the lovely one that all his attention was currently centered on.
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Post by missa on Jun 24, 2008 8:46:26 GMT -5
Three males? Well, it wasn't a good turn out, but it would have to do for now. They should all be chasing, but Jeminorth was rather pleased with the turn out. Two browns and a bronze, Minoath at that. She knew him! That silly Calistoth hadn't gotten a bronze in her flight. So there. Giving each of them a quick glance, the lithe green instantly spun away from them to begin the chase.
She had to test them, yes that much was obvious, because there was no way that she would give into them before she utterly had to. Turning sharply and pushing up wards, into the sky, Jeminorth spared one glance at her suitors. Two browns, and a bronze, both colours were large, and not likely to be agile, but perhaps these ones could prove her wrong. Each one would get her equal attention, but for now, she merely wanted to see if they could keep up with one as quick and flighty as she.
Tucking her wings in for a sharp dive, Jeminorth was quick to pull out and dart away, egging them on every movement she made. Could they keep up with that? If they couldn't, well maybe she was being a bit hard, maybe she should slow down, oh but she didn't want to. Out of her three chasers, she knew one. The two browns were handsome, and that one had been the first into the air after her. Surely that meant he was most eager? Yet, she knew Minoath best, and knew Hers would prefer someone she knew. Choices, choices. Choices Jeminorth did not want to make yet.
Keeping up my handsome males?
Like Jeminorth, Rielana gave each of her suitors a good looking over, stepping forward ever so slightly. She wasn't sure, they were all so handsome, it would be nice if she could pick them all, but really she couldn't. As Jeminorth's thoughts flickered to Dohulth, Rielana turned in that direction as well, smiling brightly and taking a tiny step forward. Then it was the other brown, and though this was only a fleeting thought about him, Rielana offered another easy smile. Then it was Minoath her thoughts turned to, and she tilted her head at him seeming to think long and hard about it before giving a soft hiss and backing away from the lot of them. She wasn't ready to choose yet.
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Post by kysseh on Jun 24, 2008 11:39:25 GMT -5
Dohulth's rapidly whirling eyes were focused solely on the glowing beauty, although his inherently competitive male nature let him now that others had joined the chase. On the periphery of his vision, he recognized the others as another brown--a larger one, which bothered the lightweight brown little--and a young bronze. Well, they might be eager, but he was a very experienced flier. He unfurled his wings to their full extent to help conserve his energy, not in the least bit worried that the other males would dare feint at his appendages to scare him off. He had been drilled to dodge such attacks, courtesy of a violent upbringing.
It had been long since he had Chased a green, so he was surprised by her first inclination to turn and soar upwards, forgetting how tricky the little things could be. He recovered quickly enough, despite his surprise. His turn was slower than hers, but moving upwards to settle in behind her again was no great struggle. He had all the time and stamina in the world, and now he was wise to her tricks. He would not fall for it again! She and the other suitors could wear themselves out as they pleased, and Dohulth would still be energetically Chasing. Her quick dive and recover nearly threw him, but spreading his massive wings quickly checked his downward momentum, and he soared on, crooning eagerly in response to her taunt to remind her that he had been first in the air after her. His hide might have been tinged with gray, but age was no factor in that. He was young, he was strong, and he wanted her!
The bulk of K'von's consciousness lay with Dohulth, and he retained only enough awareness to realize that he still stood in the girl's weyr, surrounded by the other suitors and facing the object of their attentions. As the girl took a step toward him, he was aware of her scrutiny if not fully cognizant of it. His mind was still up in the skies, behind the eyes of his dragon, Chasing that beautifully tricky bit of green.
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Post by boober on Jun 28, 2008 13:13:07 GMT -5
Oh yes, he was keeping up. Minoath dared not drop behind. He kept the lovely green form in front of him always, not wanting to lose sight of her. The young bronze seemed oblivious to the two browns who were his competition. Not much discouraged him in anything, and the same still held true for this Flight. The sharp turn was met with one of his own, and while the bronze was too large to make the turn properly, he made up for it with his speed and strength, soaring upwards with ease. Minoath may have been a bronze, but he hadn’t the bulky muscle that was typical of his color. His slender build gave him an edge, and he worked it now for all he was worth. He wanted Jeminorth, wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted before.
He spotted her shift in position and strained not to dive after her, especially as Dramuth took the plunge, narrowing his wings and pitching after the green. The brown was hardly surprised when she pulled out of it early on, and quickly changed his own course. He flared his wings and swooped expertly around, hardly missing a beat before pumping his wings furiously to regain the lost altitude. She was a clever beauty, this little green, and his admiration for her went up. It would take much more than that to shake him, but it was a very good try nonetheless. Minoath had strained not to dive after her and won, and he was still sailing above where Jeminorth had plunged downward. His wings beat furiously as they tried to keep up with the smaller, slimmer, faster green. His stamina was a plus, and he wasn’t getting tired, not yet. But it would just be a matter of time.
Hopefully Jeminorth would be ready to choose by then.
On the ground the suitors waited, faces reflecting the lust of their dragons. Aryna’s hand had dripped blood from the bite sustained from her wayward ‘mandyr. By now, the flow had stopped completely and the remaining blood was congealing on her hand, but she seemed perfectly oblivious. She had her eyes focused on that green, lovely Jeminorth, and it was all she could do not to tug Rielana/Jeminorth closer, to take her away from the others and declare herself the winner of the Flight. Not yet, not yet. Soon. Most of her attention was focused with Dramuth, high in the sky and speeding after the lovely green form in front of them.
Beside her, C’lryn was perfectly still, his mind miles away with his bronze. He had clearly been in mid-chore, something strenuous, for his shirt had been removed and tucked into his pants and his newly-shortened hair was spiked and damp with sweat. But all of this was forgotten; he was as aware of it as Aryna to the bloody bite on her hand. They were both focused on one thing: winning.
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Post by missa on Jul 2, 2008 8:14:15 GMT -5
Already she tired. This wasn't fair! Jeminorth had yet to decide who would be best suited for her, she had not made them work yet. It wasn't fair that her small little body would make her so very tried, so very quickly. Oh well, she supposed she had to choose eventually. Crooning thoughtfully as she looked over her choices, the green crooned again. Both browns had followed her dive, but fought to regain the height quickly, Minoath hadn't followed, he'd been clever. Was she so easily read? The idea wasn't a pleasant one, and Jeminorth shoved it aside as she flicked her tail teasingly at her males. Come they must have more in them than that.
Turning sharply to the side, Jeminorth spun almost on wing tip before forcing her wings to carry her higher, faster. She still couldn't decide! They were all so worthy,
Such worthy chasers... The green spoke thoughtfully, though growled softly. Only one could win her, only one could twine with her in the skies. Which one would it be though? A look towards the one who had been first, an affectionate croon, he'd flown so well for her, so very well. Then again for Dramuth, he'd flown well too. Minoath however, recieved a playful little trill, she knew him best, she could tease and play with him.
Her wings were really burning now, Jeminorth knew as well as any that she couldn't drag this out any further. She had to pick now. Creeling softly as she folded her wings, Jeminoth twisted around, finally choosing her mate. Green hide met bronze as Jeminorth twined herself with Minoath, eyes whirling affectionately as she did so.
My Minoath. I knew you would be my handsome one.
Each suitor was given a thoughtful glance, Rielana tilting her head to each side as Jeminorth acknowledged them for Chasing her. They'd chased so well too. Finally, as Jeminorth chose, Rielana moved, ignoring both other riders in the room as she wrapped her arms around C'lryn's neck, pressing her lips up agaisnt his,
"My bronze."
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Post by boober on Jul 2, 2008 8:47:38 GMT -5
She was clever, she was beautiful, and she seemed hopelessly beyond his reach. Dramuth took great scoops of the air with his wings as he charged after the green before him. He wanted to win her, wanted it badly. She was like a brilliant green light in the sky and the only thing his eyes seemed able to focus on. But he was not the only male in the air after her. And it looked as if he were losing her interest, if he ever held it to begin with. He gave one last attempt at impressing her, following her ascent into the skies. But as he’d begun to suspect, she had her sights set on another. Still, the brown couldn’t resist that teasing flick of her tail, and he pull all of himself into his wingstrokes.
Minoath still soared high in the sky, and it occurred to him briefly that perhaps he should lose some altitude. His instincts were to fly high and fast, and while fast was good, there was no need for a green to fly so high. Fortunately, he was strong enough that he wasn’t yet getting tired, though it was doubtful he could have lasted as long as a seasoned bronze, or even as long as Dramuth. Returning Jeminorth’s croon, the bronze narrowed his wings and dipped, spilling the air from beneath him to make it easier to meet her in the sky, should she choose him.
And, much to his (very pleasant) surprise, choose him she did, for her warm green hide was suddenly pressed to his bronze. Before he could even make it a conscious thought, his tail wrapped tightly around hers, his neck twining with Jeminorth’s as he let a trumpet of triumph fall from his maw. He had won! Jeminorth was his, and the bronze proudly spread his wings high, supporting her lithe frame easily. My Jeminorth, your Minoath shall carry us both back, never fear.
Earthbound, C’lryn had moved forward to meet Rielana, his arms going around her waist and pulling her tightly against the front of his body. He wasn’t given time to say anything in reply, his hands dropping down to grip the backs of her thighs and lift her feet from the floor as he walked them forward. She was his, he was hers, and no one else in the room mattered at that moment. They could have stood there and watched, and the bronze weyrling would have been none the wiser. All his attention was on Rielana/Jeminorth. Right where it needed to be.
[[Forgive my lame post ^^;]]
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