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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2008 17:05:04 GMT -5
Shmee let out a squeal of surprise, which ended in a whimper as the monster-S'rei grabbed her wrist. "That hurts!" she cried, trying to tug her own wrist back. But he hadn't let up. Instead, he turned her around violently, and she found herself forcibly tripped over his foot. She screamed involuntarily in surprise at both the sudden movements and his behavior. It was unlike anything she had seen before, and it scared her, frankly. She cowered, trying to shrink away from him as he moved her, but his grip on her was too tight. She continued to writhe fearfully as he forced her to face Aliscia. That woman looked like evil incarnate, and it felt like it to a point of hurting her physically. Her heart ached. S'rei had never looked at her with such lust-- or at least, never in her memory. It hurt. Gulping, she tried again, in vain, to tell herself that it was only because of the Flight, but it couldn't work to calm her. She had never thought that this would actually happen to her, and it was impossible to digest the shock so quickly.
He dropped her. Squeaking again as she was caught off guard, she found herself paralyzed and unable to try and right herself. She landed with a sharp crack, smashing her head against the stone floor. For a moment, her vision threatened to go black, but she fought it. However, she quickly felt nauseous, and she groaned where she lay, closing her eyes. Her head hurt, but S'rei... Determined and desperate, she shakily climbed to her feet, and again, her vision almost went black. She blinked a few times, bringing the color back even if things looked blurry still. "S'rei," she uttered in a low voice, swaying on her feet as she once again tried to hold out a hand to him. But she couldn't. Fighting back the hard urge to vomit, she bent over her knees, holding her head. He was the only thing on her mind now, but his lust had won-- but no. She couldn't let that happen. Coughing, she slowly forced herself upward, squeezing her eyes shut. Breathing slowly, she tried her hand again, and it brushed his arm weakly.
Aslath, feeling her rider's physical and emotional pain, quickly rushed into her mind, trying to support it where she couldn't support the body. She would concentrate on getting rid of Salenth's gift to her later-- Hers needed her now. Mine, breathe, kill His later,[/color] she cooed, urging Shmee to leave. You hurt, and His will keep hurting you...[/color]
"No," she murmured out loud, starting to shake her head. But it triggered her nausea, and she hardly had time to turn before vomiting on the floor. Weakly, Shmee collapsed onto her hands and knees, trying to make her stomach stop, but it wouldn't. She sobbed. Her head hurt, her stomach hurt, her mind hurt, and her heart hurt. Coughing as the spasms ceased, the sobs increased. Yet she had no blame for S'rei, oddly. It was all her, her, her. She hadn't been good enough for S'rei enough so that he let Salenth join a Flight. She was the one who hadn't prepared for weyrlife. She was the one who everyone hated because she couldn't do anything... And here was more proof of that. Her stomach roared, and she was sick all over again.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 22, 2008 18:39:09 GMT -5
Tanith was sorely disappointed when her suitors were quick to respond to her trick, feeling more than a bit slighted that they had not easily fallen for it. The blue had been agile enough to stay with her, which was more than a little irksome. He could not be shaken! She had to give him some credit for that; the creature could certainly fly. But did she want him? His tail had taken damage from her swipe, but he seemed undaunted. Well... he certainly was a bold male, she allowed. Still, she was not certain she wanted him.... or that trailing youngling.
The gentle bronze's words drifted like a caress, and the green's ego was well and truly stoked by the way in which he courted her. And... yes, he was courting her. Not forcing, not grabbing or insisting or demanding.... it was rather nice to be treated like a queen. The fact that he was a bronze rankled a little. Bronzes could be quite snobbish and cruel, but this one was not half-bad. He even adjusted his flight path away from her. But... he was that queen's pet, which made her make a low noise of malcontent. Perhaps he wasn't her best choice either...
And oh, that other bronze! She gave a contented growl as he offered up the space she had so ruthlessly demanded. At least he was respecting her now, and well he should! She was a fierce fighter in the air, and many feared her! But... now he was crooning to her, and she allowed him a dipping of her wings in response. Yes, she saw him very well off to the side, and he was an attractive and strong male. So hard to decide. Four males... and only one could be hers after she chose.
She suddenly wheeled toward the arrogant Ermieth, lashing out with a forefoot to remind him that she was no possession of his, for all his attitude. No, she did not want him, not this arrogant beast who thought only of himself. She could have done worse, but she spared him... and spared the youngling just to spite the three older males. Yes, she would not leave a scratch on the youthful bronze, for he had had such courage to even take to the skies after her. This was his reward. She would not choose him, but she would not mark him with her wrath either. Perhaps he would be better next time.
Now, however, it was down to that possessive, aggressive blue and the gold's passionate pet. She tucked her head beneath her wing to warble shrilly back at them, encouraging them to follow along with her now largely-level flight. She was going to tire soon, so she had to pick one of them. She folded her wings and let herself slow to fly between them, whirling into a lazy barrel roll and thumping at the gold's pet with one powerful hindfoot. Yes... shame should be upon him for dragging that gold into this! The blue had taken his due, but she offered an aggressive snap at him anyway as rebuke for his obviously unwelcome possessive behavior.
That left only one option, and she pumped her wings a few times to zip out ahead of the pair before swerving in front of the great bronze. He had been the gold's, but now he was hers, and she wanted him. She lowered herself a bit to fly just in front of and beneath him, offering up a melodic croon intended to arouse and entice, to welcome. She would permit him to take her and sweep her along on those great wings of his... though he had better get to her quickly, as the arch in her neck clearly demonstrated, or she would feel the need to move on to the other.
Aliscia preened before her suitors, caught up in Tanith's sudden and overwhelming desire to pick just one. She evaluated them as her dragon did, discarding them all and then re-evaluating, wondering. They all had their good and their bad. The youngling had energy and pluck... but would be too exuberant. But he was at least brave, and he earned a sultry glance for his efforts. Good try... but not this time. The arrogant bronze received a sniff and light inclination of her head. Acknowledged... but dismissed. She hissed at him, echoing Tanith's anger, but made no further move to aggress. No, she had some deciding to do.
The blue and the bronze, she debated between. The blue was smaller... more protective. But possessive! The bronze was gentler in nature, which was surprising, and was removing that irritating gold from his sight. She debated between the two as Tanith did, noting the anger on the blue's face and the intent desire on the bronze's. Which one... which one? But, then she was drawn to the bronze, pausing before she took a step to give the knife in her right hand a look. Why did she have this? She had no need of it now, and she tossed it aside, faintly registering that it clattered against the wall beneath the bed.
Now she moved around that sick golden annoyance to approach her choice, moaning lightly beneath her breath. Ohh, how lovely and strong her new mate was! He was truly a bronze to her green, and she ran one small, still-damp hand up and along his arm, crooning lightly to him. He should take her now... forget that leech that was ill on the floor. She was a desirable creature and would show him a good time. The petite greenrider had to stand on tiptoe to thread her hands around his neck, and she made gave a piteous croon. Didn't he want her?! She was chosen him, after all, and she would take good care of him.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 22, 2008 23:57:40 GMT -5
The other two bronzes were dismissed, quite clearly, and Salenth found a strange unease settle upon him. His green - his beauty - had not yet turned him away, but she'd already turned away all but him and the blue. Some greens simply didn't like bronzes. He'd be content with her decision - it was a glorious chase - but that didn't mean he wouldn't be disappointed if she turned to the showoff. Truly, his idol couldn't really buy into that? The blue was possessive enough to be a bronze.
Salenth obediently followed her, resisting the desire to move closer as she drew alongside. In the end, it was Tanith who closed the distance, but not in the way he desired. The bronze did not attempt to escape the punishment. If she felt he deserved it, then he would endure it. His wingstrokes missed a single beat, ichor trickling lightly down one haunch where one of her claws had knicked him. Nothing of any real hindrance to the male, but he took it as the end of the Flight for him. Tanith must have chosen the blue. Still, he could not bring himself to peel off until she actually twined with the other, not quite wanting to believe that it had ended this way.
It clearly came as something of a surprise, then, when the green's flight took her out in front of him. A surprise, but not one he cared to dwell on. Never question a good thing! Salenth powered forward before the blue could get any ideas, coming to grasp his lovely mate and draw her to him with decidely less violence than the quick wingstrokes had suggested. Crooning softly at her, he twined about his Tanith, drawing them both upward and into the clouds, not wanting to see the other males. They were of no consequence.
Now, it was just him and Tanith, in a world all their own.
S'rei watched her in something quite akin to fear, his limbs tremulous. He had no idea what he would do without his green, how he could possibly handle her rejection. The golden parasite was lost to him. Insignificant; he'd already forgotten her. Even with her hand on his arm, it was such a light touch, and his senses were so focused upon Aliscia, that he did not feel her. Did not hear her body purge. The smell struck him for a moment, causing him to move a step away from that disgusting odor, but that was the extent of his awareness of her.
Her eyes met his, the male instinctively coming to stand straighter, his heart thundering in his chest. Was this it? Would she choose now? The knife that was her threat, her protection, disappeared. Cast aside. Yes, she would choose! The fear was back and gnawing at him, but he refused to grant it dominion. Forced himself to only think of her radiance, her beauty, to worship her - even if it was only from afar and with another dragon. Though the thought still brought out a soft groan of agony.
It took him a moment to respond as her arms threaded around him. No, not out of shock, but rather awe. He looked down upon her with silent rapture. Oh, but he could just drink her in through his eyes all day! Could, but her distress tugged at him. Another time he might revel in her beauty. Now was the time for something else. His arms encircled her waist, the man pressing up against her and kissing her with a barely restrained savagery. As the seconds drew on, it softened and deepened. His hands slid beneath her thighs, urging her legs to close around him as he carried her to her furs and deposited her there gently, pausing only long enough to remove his shirt before he reclaimed her mouth again, settling over her.
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