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Post by boober on Jul 23, 2008 19:27:22 GMT -5
He’d been prepared; he’d seen the warning signs. Darling had been proddy for a few days, and C’lryn had been keeping an eye on her. As his normally sweet-natured, lovable gold became a foul-tempered little hellion, he’d braced himself for what was to come. There had been several times when he’d expected that moment to be it, but when she’d flown outside, she’d returned, usually to screech at Bite, who either ignored the irate gold or hissed back at her half-heartedly. For some reason, the green ‘mandyr didn’t pick fights with Darling when she was proddy; perhaps it was because she thought it was unfair to have the advantage. If Bite wanted to piss someone off, she didn’t want help. She was a strange creature indeed. So C’lryn had stuck close to his weyr whenever possible and kept Darling close as well.
For the time being, the bronze weyrling’s mind was focused on the task at hand, which was the care and repair of his dragon’s fighting straps. He was seeing to it that the leather was pliable and in good shape. Since he enjoyed working with his hands, it was something that C’lryn was easily lost in. Which may have been why he didn’t immediately notice that Darling was gone. At least, he didn’t notice it until Minoath made some sort of noise. It was only then that he realized Bite was missing and Darling had vanished. That sneaky gold had flown straight out of the weyr and up into the evening sky, her hide glowing brighter than any star.
Darling didn’t seem to care or even notice that she’d given her bonded the slip; she was ready to Fly! She loosed an echoing cry over the Weyr, summoning the males, all of them, every single one! They all needed to be present for her Flight! Giving a tinny little bugle, the little queen called the wild ones as well, the tough browns and bronzes who eked out a living in the jungle rather than relying on human pets for their food and care. She called every single one of them as she spiraled in long, enormous circles around the Weyr, gradually upward into the flaming sunset sky. She saw several forms take to the air; her eyes whirled as she focused on them, first on a brown; the other was far away yet, but the glint of his hide in the setting sun held the promise of bronze.
This was going to be a good Flight.
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Post by missa on Jul 24, 2008 3:13:30 GMT -5
It had been a while since he'd last flown a pretty female, or Kel thought so. Especially since His was so against the idea for some strange reason. It wasn't like he couldn't just ignore him, he did it every other green. This wasn't a green though. This shining star was a gold, a gold that Kellris was going to win, whether His liked it or not.
E'nor, thankfully, hadn't even noticed. He was once again dozing off against Clestioth, mind floating off in some other direction that wasn't anything to do with what he'd usually be doing. Dreaming, again. Rare it was that E'nor got time to relax and let his mind drift, he had to be alert more often now. It didn't stop day-dreaming, but it helped, and Clestioth was constantly reminding him to pay attention to what was going on, lest he walk into walls.
Leaping off the ledge he'd been perched on, right near Clestioth, the brown flitter bugled loudly, announcing to the pretty gold that he would indeed chase her. She'd have to see what a handsome brown he was, for really there wasn't a better choice. Who could be better than Kel?
For all the Rielana was certain Aakesh was still too young to want to chase, from the moment she'd noticed Darling's proddiness, she'd kept the bronze with her everywhere. It wasn't that she didn't want her flitters chasing Darling, it was merely that she didn't want the bronze to strain himself trying to young. It was that, wasn't it? As it was, when Darling had announced her challenge, Rielana had already been going to see C'lryn - Pride had nicked off with something and she wanted to know if he'd brought it there - and was about ready to knock on the doorframe as Darling bugled.
Aakesh didn't move much, peeking an eye open from where he was curled about Rielana's neck, then apparently decided he was much too comfortable, and it was too much struggle to fight with His, and closed it again. Fiel on the other hand, had taken off the moment Darling had bugled, he hadn't won her last time, but he would prove himself to her! He was just as good as any bronze, and as any silly brown. Perhaps he was even better? A croon was used to alert her of his choice to chase rather than a bugle, after all, no pretty queen should have males bellowing at her. No she deserved sweetness, so, he crooned.
Sharding flitt! Jemmy are you absolutely certain that sharding blue doesn't think he's a bronze? Rielana snapped mentally, attempting to ignore the tugs of lust at her mind for Fiel. Distracting, certainly, but not nearly as overwhelming as Jeminorth rising. She could ignore it. Um... I don't know. I could ask when he comes back? Amusement coloured the green's tone as she responded, chuckling mentally as Rielana merely rolled her eyes. She could ignore Fiel not hard. C'lryn could no doubt ignore Darling's passions. "Hey C'lryn, Darling hasn't grown out of odd habits? I was wondering, Pride didn't bring a glove in here to stash did he?"
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Post by reqqy on Jul 26, 2008 20:16:56 GMT -5
Lauranna sat at her dressing table, brushing the long, silken curls of her hair langorously. Reysalth eyed her from her weyrledge. Well, I know it's not me. Zephyr? The greenrider giggled. "I wonder where F'rah is lurking..." She couldn't have been wondering overly much, considering she didn't stir to leave the looking glass. Lauranna wasn't typically all that concerned about propriety - thus it wasn't unusual for her to be down to her skivs in the late afternoon. Clearly, though, she was hoping her weyrmate was going to walk in on her and like what he saw. That was easy to tell considering she'd left Miguel with another rider to play with kids his age. Definitely looking for some adult fun this evening.
"Nope, not Zephyr. Gonen's been watching that boy's gold for days." Gonen? the green repeated sleepily. That would be a first. Lauranna merely shrugged. "I'm not complaing." Of course not. You wouldn't be. Any excuse, right? "Right!" she agreed cheerfully, ignoring her bonded's scornful tone. Reysalth snorted.
The brown, who was actually with Miguel, as he was wont to do, looked up at the sound of Darling's cry. He edged away from the toddler. Hoping on one foot, then the other, the brown glanced uncertainly back at Miguel, then out toward the open sky and the gleaming flash of gold. He made his decision with a sharp hiss. Skittering across the ground, his wings flared, and the normally docile brown took to the air with a flurry of wingbeats, calling his response to Darling.
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It was just Mutasim's luck to pull general weyr chore rotation directly after mutilating that weyrbrat's ear; the Headwoman was running him ragged. Most people only had one chore assigned to them a day. Muta? Three if she was in a good mood. Five when she had a stick up her arse. Unfortunately, the stick scenario seemed to be the more common one. He rolled his shoulders, the which Jabari protested vehmently to. "Oh, shush. Why are you being so grumpy today, anyway? You're the one who chooses to stay up there all the time." After he finished with these glows, he'd be done for the day. That...would be a relief.
It was just his luck, however, that people seemed to generally be in their weyrs at this time of day. In fact, he could see one of the greenweyrlings disappearing into the next one on his list. Muta suppressed a sigh. He wasn't much of a one for company. Ever. But then, he didn't really want to be up until the wee hours of the morning finishing this, so it was best just to get it overwith.
Something prickled down his spine. The candidate very nearly drew his dagger, but he resisted, rapping once on the open door. That was when the call came. And Jabari exploded from his shoulders. Startled, a sharp cry escaped Mutasim, the young man's eyes widening slightly. The brown had never chased before, but now he was winging away, right on the tail of that blue. Muttering a string of imprecations, the candidate rubbed at his sore neck, which had been lashed by a rather strong tail when the firelizard took off. He moved into the weyr, clearly in a foul temper. Mutasim hated being around people when this pesky flightlust was nibbling at him.
Of course, he hated being around people, anyway.
Jabari whirred off after Fiel, chirping happily at his first flame, the shiny, sparkling Darling. Oh, he was happy! Yay, yay! Open air and a pretty tail. What could be better?
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Post by kysseh on Jul 27, 2008 16:03:03 GMT -5
The sun was just setting, but it was late enough that an exhausted dragon and rider weyrling pair had crashed as soon as they returned to the weyrling barracks. Swimming and bathing the ever-growing Raiyth had worn out both Fiona and the lovely green, so neither was in any mood to pay much attention to Ego's sudden disinterest in them. Normally, he dominated their interest and demanded things of them, whether it be food or pettings or just respect. Truthfully, he got more mothering from Raiyth whilst Fiona made attempts to train him, but during days like today, the bronze flitter was left free of oversight, for the most part.
It was not as if they could get up and protest him being outside, anyway. With the Greenmother and the Foodsource Worshipper being so dead to the world in sleep, the bronze flit had escaped the weyrling barracks and settled himself atop the building to preen and investigate the goings-on around him. Something had had him on alert all day, but the stupid female things refused to acknowledge his interest. That was fine by him. They normally stopped his curious adventurings anyway.
Suddenly, a little bugle sounded and alerted Ego to what had had him curious all day. He tilted his head upward and puffed up, increasing his already-impressive size at the sight of something glinty and gold and beautiful in the evening sky. The last light of the sun was making her look even more graceful to his biased eyes, and the bronze flit let out a chirrupy warble before he opened up his gorgeous wings and took to the sky, winging ever upward and after the gold that flew in wide and ascending circles over the weyr. He was coming!
Before long, he had her directly in his sights and pumped his still-young wings hard to try to keep up. He was very young and still not fully filled out, but he was mature. Besides, he was a bronze, and the other chasers present were not. They could not keep up with him and this shining gold. No, they would falter, and he would remain! Bronzes were meant to be the mates of the golds, not these silly other little creatures. He hissed at them all and worked harder to catch up, refusing to allow himself any bit of leniency. He let out a string of chirps aimed toward the gold, flaring out his wings and tacking back and forth on the breeze to make sure she got a very good look. See?! Here he was! Now, all she had to do was play hard-to-get, and then he could Fly her, and it would all be very good.
((xD I apologize for Ego and his... umm... ego. <333333 He's the most arrogant and severe little brat ever.))
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 28, 2008 16:44:54 GMT -5
Darya ran her hands over the leather of her fighting straps, seeking out imperfections. Not the easiest task in the world with a curious bronze salamandyr hanging off of one shoulder trying to work out what she was doing. Why? The salamandyr repeated his favourite question, which he asked every time Darya did something that he didn’t understand. Darya didn’t answer, anything she said would only beget more whys from Imp.
Suddenly the ‘mandyr raised his frill and stood up alertly, Darya looked around suspiciously there was nothing to catch Imp’s attention here. Pretty pretty gold fly. I chase, I catch. Very clever I. Pretty. The bronze announced suddenly and threw himself off Darya’s shoulder.
‘Imp, get back here! Don’t you dare!’ Darya cast aside her work and reached our to grab at the salamandyr though she knew it was futile. He dares.[/color] Azrath commented unhelpfully. The blue dragon raised his head from his relaxed pose to scrutinise his rider. What is happening to you? You are chasing with him, that isn’t right![/color] Azrath objected as his rider looked around the room as if stunned.
Imp blinked in a little way behind Darling gliding neatly on his oversized wings, he was going to catch this gold. It was only natural, he was clearly the best male here.
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Post by boober on Jul 30, 2008 20:23:00 GMT -5
Stubbornly, C’lryn had gone back to checking and mending his straps. After experiencing a dragon’s Flight lust, a firelizard was nothing. Right? Well, maybe not nothing, but he could manage. But just after the gold had taken to the skies, a knock sounded at the entrance, bringing the bronze rider’s head up again. An uncharacteristic flash of annoyance was cast over him briefly, but by the time he looked full on at Rielana, it was gone, replaced with his usual smile whenever he saw her. She was lovely, and he couldn’t help but admire the way light and shadow played over her features. By the time he realized that she’d spoken to him, he’d been staring at her for several moments.
Shaking his head to clear it, C’lryn mentally muttered some curses to himself before setting his straps down and standing. He stretched before shaking his head once more, this time in response to the green weyrling’s question. “No, I haven’t seen Pride bring anything in here; I’m sure Bite would have put up a fuss if anyone had come invading her territory.” He flashed one his usual grins as he rested his arms atop his head, though it faded somewhat as he looked at Rielana almost thoughtfully. “You do choose the most awkward moments to drop in, don’t you?” His voice was light and teasing, but the truth was that if the object of his affections hadn’t been present, he probably wouldn’t be having such a hard time of it. He half turned to cast a withering glance at Minoath, who was watching them smugly from the slit between his mostly closed eyelids. The bronze simply blinked at his before curling up on his couch, fully intending to take a nap.
C’lryn turned back to Rielana, but before he could say anything, there was suddenly someone else present in his weyr. His eyebrows rose slightly at the sight of Mutasim, and he wondered what the candidate was doing there before he caught sight of the glows he carried. Oh. So that was it. Well, wasn’t this awkward? Being a normally outgoing and friendly individual, C’lryn wouldn’t have hesitated to greet the other lad upon sight… even if it was rebuffed. But these were odd circumstances indeed, and the bronze weyrling was almost positive that Mutasim’s flitter had joined the Flight. If his Darling’s triumph was anything to go by, there was a pretty good turn-out this time. Well, as long as no one else showed up at his weyr. His gaze flicked back to Rielana, and then snagged on the bronze still perched on her shoulder. “Not chasing?”
If Darling was aware that there was a bronze not chasing her, she gave no indication. The little gold was darting across the sky, the setting sun painting vibrant hues of reds and oranges across her already glowing hide as she led her procession through the air. She rolled, using the opportunity to get a closer look at her suitors. What she saw made her hum with pleasure. So many chasers! And Fiel, for all that he was a blue, seemed persistent in chasing as well. And all the browns! But sadly, Darling was going to have to leave them all behind. She wanted, needed a bronze. She would make it up to Fiel later, and the browns would know her appreciation for showing up. But the little gold was determined to Fly fast and far and high. This Flight would be much improved on her first.
Righting herself, the gold gave one last cry before pumping her wings for all she was worth. The Flight was beginning for real now, and she shot up into the sky with astonishing speed that even a green would envy. A warble of surprise met Imp’s appearance, but there was no rejection; if the ‘mandyr wanted to win her, he would have to work for it, just like the others! Trimming her wings, Darling dived earthward, spiraling almost straight down before flaring her wings to stop the descent. She then rose almost straight up, coming beneath the group of males and bursting through them as she might a cloud, scattering them. They would have to think fast if they wanted to catch her! Little wings whirring and blurring with motion, the little gold gave a call to encourage her suitors to regroup and try again. No rebuffs here; she wanted all of her males to give it their all! Darling rose into the sky until the river was a tiny trickle below, and still she flew on. Only a bronze would do, and only the absolute best would sire her clutch!
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Post by missa on Jul 31, 2008 7:37:27 GMT -5
Aakesh opened one eye at C'ryn, hissing softly. Was he suggesting, he couldn't win? Of course he could! Stupid humanthing, even his knew better, well, he'd show him. Growling softly as teh young bronze puffed himself up before taking off Rielana's shoulder. Fully intending to join the flight, after all the gold was very lovely, and his pride had been questioned! Blinking between to Rielana's annoyed huff, the bronze bugled loudly to Darling, if it was a bronze she wanted, well... The best was here.
Kel wasn't overly threatened by the bronzes, not at all, he was certain he was better than them all, better than any of them there. The silly blue and the stupid 'mandyr. None of them could hold a candle to his power and her glory. Really, he was the only suitable match. She dived and so did he, folding his wings into his body, only to screeche with surprise as she stopped and spiralled upwards again. Bursting through them, forcing the males to move away from her, unless they wanted to be barrelled into. For all they knew that would earn a mauling...
Fiel was pleased to follow, determined to keep trying for the lovely gold he adored so much. She might want a bronze, but that wouldn't stop him trying for her. Maybe he would prove himself better than a bronze, for all that his size was a little small. She dived and the quick blue followed, darting out of the dive far quicker than the higher colours would manage due simply to size, for Fiel was quick where his stamina lacked, adn if Darling wanted him to keep chasing then that was fine with him.
"Did you have to say that?" Rielana asked brightly, rolling her eyes as Aakesh took off, though she did practically skip closer to hug him and kiss his cheek, perfectly at ease with the bronze rider. And ignoring the combined lust of two flitters chasing the one gold, "You don't mind do you? I can go..." She really didn't want to, but it was natural for Rielana to offer, frowning slightly in worry that she'd interuptted time he'd wanted to keep to himself or something. She hadn't really thought it awkward when she'd started coming down, and stubborn as she was, even the flight hadn't stopped that.
Turning her head to look at Mutasim, Rielana smiled brightly, though it was dimmer than the one she'd given C'lryn upon seeing him. That was natural though and where the green weyrling would have spoken, she merely blinked, smiled and raised a hand in greeting before turning her head back to C'lryn. "Hm? Oh I'm sure Bite would have. I just wanted to check. I can't find it, and Pride seems to nick off with the right of everything."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 1, 2008 11:53:09 GMT -5
Imp trilled happily at Darling’s surprised warble, she had noticed him! The tiny bronze arched his neck proudly and threw himself into the business of winning this fine lady with a vengeance. First she dived, and Imp folded his wings neatly to his back and dropped after her. Did she realise how close to the ground she was? Apparently so, since the gold rose again swiftly, scattering her admirers as she burst through the crowd.
She called them, called him, he would go! The salamandyr determinedly altered his flight path upward and flapped his wings, which were large for a salamandyr but small compared to a firelizards, madly until he was able to catch one of the fading thermals and glide easily on it, letting the warm air carry him upward toward his golden beauty.
Darya knew she was flushed by the heat in her face, even more burning than the sudden flashes of lust that tugged at her. She knew salamandyr matings were supposed to be stronger than firelizard ones but she’d never realised it would be on a par with dragon Flight.
You need to go to the gold’s bonded.[/color] Azrath stated what was in his view the blindingly obvious. No. Azrath, I can’t. It’s just a flitter flight to them, I can control myself up here, if I’m near anyone else I’ve got no chance. Darya babbled, stepping away from her blue. You can’t, you’ll hurt yourself trying to get to her bonded. I could take you now.[/color] Azrath attempted to reason with his rider, to no avail. She simply didn’t reply to him, just sat back down in her chair and put her head in her hands.
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Post by kysseh on Aug 3, 2008 13:51:12 GMT -5
A brassy flit bugle--which would have been amusing were it not for the seriousness of Ego's enthusiasm--met Darling's midair roll, and the bronze arched his neck as she surveyed her chasers. Yes... see this handsome and proud and large bronze?! He was the only one worthy of her! No other male, not even that stupid latecoming bronze, could compare. He flared out his wings and pumped them harder to chase, determined to prove that he, the obviously more enthusiastic of the two bronze firelizard suitors, was the best. The bronze salamandyr received a glare and then was blatantly ignored. Really... how desperate could that puny-winged creature be?! The golden beauty was going to fly high and fast, and the salamandyr would be left behind. Humph... well, less competition for him!
He trilled in surprise as she shot off, and his young and energetic wings moved more rapidly to follow her. Then she dove, and Ego tucked in his wings and zipped after her. What a clever queen! Surely, that beauty would see- oh! He was nearly clipped on the nose when she burst through the group, and he had to sideslip to avoid hitting one of the other flitters. That other suitor--stupid beast, for flying so close--received a dry hiss, and then he shot off again after Darling.
Her cry encouraged him, and he warbled loudly, tacking back and forth on a thermal as he pursued that lovely blip of gold. So lovely, so shiny, so worthy... and he had been the first bronze to pursue her! His eyes whirled a lusty purple, and he was unaware of the fact that his bonded was not joining him in his sentiments. No, Fiona slept away while he pursued the little gold queen, and he worked his wings harder in a futile attempt to gain an altitude advantage. Yes, from above, he could truly be the king! The other suitors would have to out-do him, and Ego was smart enough to know that that would be a challenge. He flew often and long and hard, and he was ready to follow his queen all the way through the cloud layers if she so desired. Nothing would stop him!
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Post by reqqy on Aug 4, 2008 10:47:11 GMT -5
((Sorry to hold everyone up. I'd say it's because I have finals, but...honestly no real muse for this. Sorry for the suckage.))
Gonen streaked after Darling, his normally laidback attitude supplanted by the need to have her. A strange color had infused his multifaceted eyes - a color subtly different than that which the other chasers had. He ground his jaw, almost reflexively, buzzing Fiel with a little snarling growl. Stupid blue. He had no right to chase a queen, much less Gonen's queen! The brown didn't even deign to notice that ridiculous salamandyr who somehow thought he stood a chance. No, salamandyrs were beneath his notice. Folding his wings tightly in on himself, he plummeted after Darling, only to find that she'd decided to climb back up through them. One of the other chasers slammed into him, the brown growling and slashing at the bronze with his small claws. Sharding male! Where did he get off running into Gonen like that!
Lauranna's mindset had subtly shifted. Reysalth stirred uneasily. Something is wrong. The greenrider, frowning, came out to join her green on the ledge, shading her eyes against the sun in an attempt to catch sight of the chase going on above their heads. "I don't know. He's never chased before. Maybe males usually act like this?" The green edged closer. Some, probably, but this aggressive? He hardly can be bothered to move half the time. Sleeps more than your hatchling ever did. Something's wrong, Reysalth restated, firmly. Lauranna said nothing to that, which was indication enough. Lust was still rippling through her in manageable waves, but the anger was such that she had to struggle to keep her mind separate from it. Reysalth was right. There was something wrong.
Jabari pumped his wings with all his might, the brown swirling around the other suitors, not wanting to be near them. They were of no concern. Glorious, glorious gold! Brilliant sun! He used up precious breath to flute reverently to her. The young flit didn't have much in the way of experience - at all - but didn't that just prove that he would only fly for the best? Darling was clearly the best, worthy of chasing. More than worthy. Jabari almost felt too beneath her to make the attempt, but how could he resist the siren's pull? Impossible! Glorious, glorious sun! If only she might acknowledge him, he'd be happy for the rest of his days. Such a mischievous, cunning creature, to outmaneuver them all with such blinding ease. If only she would look at him. She was his sustenance.
Mutasim scowled harder. He didn't like this at all. Though he'd endured the residual effect of three gold flights since his arrival, this was different - closer to home. He couldn't simply just leave and feel the pull lessen. It battered at his mind. Jabari, who spent his every waking moment coiled around Muta, sharing his mind and reflecting the emotions that the candidate could not - would not - express...that Jabari was now yearning for the stupid gold flit. Worse, a stupid gold flit whose owner happened to be in the same room as Mutasim, and also was male. A large male. The sort of males the candidate hated being around. He glared at the talking couple, returning the greenweyrling's little wave with a brisk one of his own that clearly showed his agitation.
He was not about to let this uncomfortable feeling prevent him from finishing this chore, but shards if he was going to stick around any longer than that. Mutasim couldn't seem to shake the subtle attraction to C'lryn. It infuriated him. Worse, he felt a pang of jealousy that the older boy was paying attention to her instead of Muta. So disgusted with himself that he could barely think straight, the candidate tripped over his own foot, some of the fungus spilling out onto the floor. He cursed quietly, bending to retrieve it and generally trying to avoid looking at the bronzeweyrling. Maybe he should just give up and get out while he still could.
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Post by boober on Aug 4, 2008 11:59:02 GMT -5
[[*pets Reqqy* The important thing is you posted... *hides*]]
The sun had just begun to dip beneath the horizon, the colors surrounding it becoming deeper and brighter as the Chase proceeded. But if Darling noticed this, she gave no indication whatsoever. She would lead them on this Flight well after dark if she so desired, and they would follow her! She encouraged them with a sultry croon before suddenly closing her wings and rolling through the air before catching herself once more on her wings and jetting off in a completely different direction, the turn having been a near perfect right angle. Darling was incredibly small for a gold, smaller than most bronzes and even some browns. Aside from this, however, she was a perfect, healthy queen, with all the energy and vigor the larger golds had. This meant that she could pull off midair stunts and maneuvers that most queens couldn’t even begin to fathom, and she was pulling this card out with a vengeance.
She called again to the males, encouraging them even as she whirred upward on blurring wings. The harder they tried the more of a chance they’d have with her… at least, the bronzes would. Darling was adamant on this; whatever happened, she wanted the winner to be a bronze. Normally she wouldn’t have been nearly so picky, especially with so many wonderful suitors. But she’d been inexperienced last time, and while Valentine had been a wonderful sire for her first clutch, she wanted to make she that she’d gotten the absolute best. By then they had left the Weyr far behind in the gold’s determination, and still they flew on; the glittering ocean was visible on the horizon, colored a flaming red from Rukbat’s dying light. Soon, it would be time to choose; this Flight was taxing, and there was a nagging tiredness in her wings that was urging her to slow down, stop making the hairpin maneuvers that were keeping the chasers on their wingtips. But this only made Darling more determined; she couldn’t quit now, all that effort in vain!
Soon, but not yet. Summoning a burst of energy, she surged forward before plummeting toward the earth like a gleaming, golden arrow. She flared her wings again and righted herself, shooting with phenomenal speed beneath the group of males, charging in the opposite direction with a sweet little whistle as if to say ‘here I am!’. Tricky, tricky queen….
C’lryn grinned sheepishly at Rielana and rubbed the back of his head. The gesture had such a boyish charm to it, it was suddenly easy to see how young the bronze rider still was. “Ah. Sorry about that.” But the grin he gave the green rider was hardly apologetic. Especially once she skipped forward to hug and kiss him. His arms slipped around her waist and he returned the gestures, even if his hands linger a bit on her waist. C’lryn couldn’t help himself; he always liked to be close to Rielana. Darling’s Flight was just an added excuse to touch and hold her. Like any true male, the bronze weyrling’s thoughts were skipping to the vaguely inappropriate as his hands toyed with the edge of Rielana’s shirt suggestively. He blinked, however, when she spoke. “Hm? Mind what?”
It was only when she turned and acknowledged Mutasim that C’lryn reluctantly released her. Honestly, he’d completely forgotten about the candidate. Oops. But now he too was looking at the boy and offered his own greeting in the form of his usual amiable grin and a careless wave. He’d just glanced back to Rielana when a sudden movement brought his attention immediately back to Mutasim. “Whoa!” Instinctively, the bronze weyrling stepped forward and began gathering the spilled glows. He straightened and set the fallen glows back in the basket, though he hesitated somewhat. “You know, I could replace them myself if you’d rather. I bet this is one of your last stops…” It was a nice thing to do, but the truth was that C’lryn had ulterior motives, the biggest of which was being alone with Rielana. He ignored the subtle attraction he was momentarily feeling toward Mutasim like a pro, hiding it behind his usual affable expression and cheery voice.
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Post by missa on Aug 5, 2008 7:15:34 GMT -5
Aakesh, for all his original laziness about chasing, had thrown himself into impressing the gold with all of the energy he possessed. He copied her movements, but there would always be his own little flair to it. Showing off everything he had as usual. Yet there was more to it, there was more to be won in this challenge than simple adoration from His. She rolled through the air, and Aakesh was quick to follow, though he pulled out quicker. He knew his limits, his turn was also slower, but that didn't matter to the young bronze. He was going to follow the gold with the sultry croon.
Instead of turning, Aakesh merely twisted his body in a quick movement to follow her, crooning deeply to her as he followed. Using some of his precious energy in a few little twists, then in a low snarl at Ego, and then Jabari. No one was going to steal his little gold. Oh no, none of them would, Aakesh might have even growled some more if he hadn't concentrated more on crooning to Darling. How clever she was, such a delightful and full flight. She wanted the best? Well, he would show her the best.
Folding his wings to plummet after her, Aakesh twisted out of it instead of flaring his wings to jerk his body out. Taking a slower option to preserve energy as he trilled in response to her sweet little whistle. She was adorable!
Unlike the others, Fiel was growing tired. Blue's weren't made to last gold flights, but sure as anything, Fiel was going to try his hardest. Following her every movement and twist with a deft twisting of his own body, once again, Fiel's size came to his advantages with her tricks. In the jungle, it had been different, hard for the bronze's to fly amoung the leaves, while Fiel and Darling had spun around them. Valentine too obviously. She rolled, he rolled, determined to show her that just being a blue didn't mean he was out at the moment.
Her sharp turn was easier for Fiel and the blue even allowed himself a gleeful little cackle as he shot after the gold again, trilling at her proudly as he rolled to show off his blue-green hide. Surely he'd done well yes?
"Su-re you are." Rolling her eyes as she drew out the first word into two syllables, Rielana's smile only brightened - if itw as even possible - as his arms slipped around her waist. Lust once again tugged at her mind, though once again Rielana pushed it away. She wasn't doing anything on their judgement. Distracted by his hands playing with the edges of her shirt, Rielana almost missed his words, busy leaning against him almost absently. "Huh? Oh, me being here..."
As Mutasim tripped, Rielana's first thought was to actually help, yet as C'lryn got there first, the green weyrling merely took a slight step back. Tripping over seemed something that she would do, not Mutasim. Not that she knew Mutasim well, only knew that he was quiet enough for her not to seek him out, which meant he was either quietly clumsy or he was... Not clumsy. Stepping forward slightly, Rielana was caught between two warring emotions, one the eagerness to help, wanting to help, be nice. The other from Fiel and Aakesh, jealousy mixing with lust, yet this second one was impossible to see as Rielana smiled just as brightly before at Mutasim.
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Post by kysseh on Aug 6, 2008 0:37:20 GMT -5
If Ego was aware that he was being snarled at, he chose to ignore it. The bronze flit was wholly consumed by his lust and need to have his shining prize, his eyes whirling a deep, deep violet. The other bronze was inconsequential. Forget that they were the same age; Ego was far better! He whistled in surprise at the sudden sharpness of her turn, and he had to lose a bit of altitude as he tucked his wings and wheeled. He was large and still young, so coordination was a bit of a challenge. He recovered quickly enough and beat his wings enthusiastically in an attempt to catch up.
She was calling to him, and he offered up a trill of response. Well... she called to them all, but only his response should matter! He was the best of them, obviously, and no mere brown or blue--or that stupid, slow bronze--could compare! The weyr and his person and his green-mother were far away, and those others would be fading soon as the flight drew on longer. Even Ego had to admit that this long of a flight was taxing on his young body. But, he had youthful vigor and enthusiasm and lust on his side, and those counted for much, much more. He would last until she chose, and it had better be him! He puffed up and flared his wings to make sure she got a good view if she so happened to look back.
Then she suddenly shot forward and dropped, and Ego tucked in his wings to plummet after her, only to find her flying out level beneath them in the opposite direction. He warbled in surprise and then managed an awkward barrel roll, tumbling a bit until he was pointing the proper way. Then he just flew after her with an enthusiastic thumping of his wings. His eyes whirled a little faster in obvious appreciation of her genius. What a clever, clever queen she was! And a clever queen deserved only the greatest and best to court her, and he answered her whistle with a lusty, lower-pitched one of his own. His ingenious midair tumble--however awkward it may have looked--had been very clever, hadn't it? Couldn't she appreciate that, appreciate him?! Well, she should! He chased after her with renewed enthusiasm. She could not hold out forever, and he, the greatest and best of the bronzes, would be waiting.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 6, 2008 15:46:13 GMT -5
Imp trilled softly, singing a pretty little song of lust to his golden loveling as the fading rays of Rukbat caressed her glowing hide, making her ever more lovely in the bronze salamandyr’s eyes. She should be able to see that he was the clear best choice for her mate; none of his rivals were anywhere near as fine as he!
As she led her suitors in the ages old dance Imp pumped his small wings vigorously to try and match her speed, ignoring the nagging of tired muscles, following her tricky moves well with a combination of clever flying and the advantage of his lighter frame. Finally she dived; naturally Imp dived with her folding his wings and picking up speed without effort, only to find Darling shooting off away from him. With an alarmed squeak Imp flared his wings and turned, trading off all his speed to follow Darling’s call, however the salamandyr was at his limits. He just wasn’t used to this much flying.
((Sorry for the blah post, don’t want to hold anyone up.))
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Post by reqqy on Aug 7, 2008 10:27:20 GMT -5
Lovely gold, rotating before him. Jabari threw himself after her with a vengeance, matching her movements almost exactly. They were nearly of a size, the glorious beauty and he! See? He would be a nice fit for her, and didn't she notice his devotion? The brown crooned, following her as she climbed, wishing fervently that she didn't have her heart set on some silly bigger brute, though he hardly paid attention to where those two bronzes had gone. Only Darling had his full attention. Only Darling. Folding into a dive, he pushed himself to plummet faster, his slightly larger weight working with gravity. Jabari didn't draw close enough to touch, but he rolled, flaring his wings briefly and plunging back into the dive, showing off his skills for the gold in hopes that she'd notice him. Just one little croon only for him, and he could handle - though he wouldn't like it - her favors being turned elsewhere.
The brown refused to admit that he was beginning to grow tired.
In contrast, Gonen wasn't tired at all, but the lust that drove him seemed to have turned to something else. His eyes whirled pure red, and he screeched on the air in fury, darting to lash out at any male within range. Did he even pursue Darling anymore? It was hard to say, given he seemed to be chasing something, thought it could easily be the males who were now the focal point of his aggression. The brown hadn't yet drawn ichor, but it was clear that he intended to, a light frothing beginning to gather along the line of his snout when he opened it to scream at his competitors. It only made him more enraged that most seemed to be ignoring the clear threat he presented. Someone was going to pay, and dearly.
When C'lryn approached him at such speed, Mutasim backed away with a warning hiss, hands immediately going toward the knives that were his protection. Normally the reaction would have been similar, but less volatile. Having this unreasonable small attraction to a man who frankly scared Mutasim if the boy stopped to think long enough about it made him so on edge that even his nostrils flared slightly. Muta was normally a pretty cool customer. Wouldn't hesitate to slit your throat if it was deemed necessary, but while his wariness almost always seemed present, it was very rare that he actually showed fear. Some of that emotion was clearly in his gaze now. Like a trapped animal suddenly released, Muta's only response to C'lryn's offer was to take it, the young man disappearing so quickly one might have thought he'd been running if you hadn't actually seen his exit for yourself.
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