Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 21, 2008 18:38:01 GMT -5
Trees did not bother Enouth- in fact, it was far easier for him to fly crooked than in a straight line. With his wings tucked tight, he followed Reysalth right in, no hesitation. He would not be late again. But following in her wake was too difficult- the uneven gusts from her weaving disrupted his pattern. Instead, he jogged sideways, catching up to her and flying along side, about a dragonlength away. That way, she could see him, see his effort, see that he was trying to distinguish himself, not blend in with the pack. She hadn’t seemed too angry about his initial hesitation, but she had been far more focused on the Brown that had arrived even later. HIM she had shrieked at. As the forest got tighter, Enouth pulled up above the tree line again, knowing Reysalth would need to turn upwards again soon, or lose all momentum. Suddenly, she was below him, and it was all Enouth could do to keep from being tossed away by her upbeats. But her closeness gave him strength, and although he was buffeted up slightly, he dove right back down, struggling just to stay where he was, not even able to consider a move in to catch her.
But no, it wasn’t favor- as soon as she began to turn, Enouth knew what was coming. Although he could have, he made no move to avoid her slash. He was aware that this was his punishment for lateness, and he would bear it with pride if it meant she might forgive him. The ichor dripped down his his side, staining the sky-blue hide dark, but it did not inconvenience Enouth. His was used to pain and punishment- the Blue was just happy it could be him this time, as his rider seemed to be less injured. Anyway, Reysalth’s beauty burned the negativity of the pain away, making it a positive feeling. For Enouth, this was not a handicap; rather, it was a spur in his side, urging him to new heights. Ichor loss could be a problem if the flight went on too long, but for now, the wind was helping it to dry already, sealing the parallel marks. Soon, Enouth would have scars to match his Rider’s.
Matching Reysalth’s speed was not a problem for the lone Blue- a normal-sized blue would have a chance to match her speed, although Enouth noted that she was quite fast, even for a green. His amethyst eyes whirled faster as he puffed up with pride- what a green, what a chase! It was rare that any dragon challenged Enouth for speed, and it was exhilarating. Matching her about a length and a half to the left, he shadowed her ascent and dive, adding several acrobatic feats. In fact, it seemed that the blue rarely took a directly forward stroke, but rather twisted and tumbled through the sky, slithering around any changes in the air around him. Another thin sound emerged, this one an admiring croon, starting high and dropping low like a sigh of longing.
Only the grassy plain stopped Enouth from shadowing Reysalth all the way down. He spotted animals down there- tasty, delicious animals. It had been longer than normal since Enouth had eaten- His had been so worried and distracted, Enouth hadn’t been hungry. He could not afford to be distracted, and so turned up, soaring away from the scent and from his green-queen, but still tracking the chase closely, waiting for Reysalth to return to the sky. It seemed to be a good tactic, as Enouth saw the angry feline as Reysalth bellowed, the blue adding his own angry cry to hers. He tucked his wings and dropped like a stone, determined to protect his shining star if she needed it. Clearly, however, that was not the case- of course the stunning beauty could take care of herself! Instead, Enouth pulled up as she shot past, rolling backwards to catch her up again, before he was tossed sideways by one of the browns’ passing. Circling out to the right, he closed again, above the pack.
On the ground, C’le-Enouth was on his guard, instinct taking over as woman-Reysalth charged towards him, stopping suddenly with a snarl. He wasn’t taken in for one moment- she was angry, and he knew it. Nothing he could say would be heard, of course- that Enouth had merely been intimidated by her competition, that C’le had been waiting outside, waiting for his dragon’s permission to enter. So he let her snarl, let her push him, his head cracking sickeningly against the wall, an agonizing flower blooming in his mind. He didn’t feel any ichor running down his skull, as Enouth’s was running down his side, but that phantom pain came at the same moment. C’le-Enouth bent as she turned away, crushed with longing and rejection, holding his hand to his hip where she had scratched him with her talons. No blood there- why no blood?
Before he could clear up this little mystery, he felt himself drawn up, unable to resist. She was looking back- he wasn’t rejected after all! The pain vanished, and C’le rushed forward, stopping only inches from woman-Reysalth, then retreating a step, not wanting to crowd her unless he was invited. He melted with her smile, Enouth sagging briefly in the air in physical response. When she returned to the center of her circle of admirers, C’le-Enouth followed close, shouldering in between Corinth and Dohulth, capitalizing on the space she had already created. He would not be kept out by the others- only Reysalth herself could shun him so. The bit of fabric sliding down her shoulder was almost more than C’le-Enouth could bear, and he longed to step towards her, to close the distance, but for the moment it was not to be.
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Post by kysseh on Aug 21, 2008 22:42:30 GMT -5
Suddenly, his own tardiness did not seem quite so bad, and Dohulth recognized the treatment that the latest brown received was a direct result of his lateness. But oh, their queen was angry! He crooned lowly to Reysalth, trying to reassure her that though others might be showing disrespect, he was truly trying to revere her. But... she went into the trees, and the brown was not able to follow. His body was small and lighter built than some of his peers, but his wingspan was simply too great. To follow her into the trees would cripple him, perhaps permanently, and his croons turned almost wistful at the loss of such direct closeness. But... Dohulth was not to be deterred by this fact, and he flew very, very low over the treetops. His wings made that easier, letting him soar and track the pursuit from just above, whirling violet eyes trained on the glowing beacon of beauty that wound and writhed through the trees below.
Then she was bursting upward, and he angled his wings to veer and avoid the clump of dragons that was emerging from the jungle or just hovering around the emergence point. Their queen struck out at the blue and then went upward, and Dohulth followed with a few powerful wingbeats. Then she was moving, diving and levelling out to skim the water. He dove and then did a fluid barrel roll, his long wings curling around his body before flaring out again to halt his downward momentum. He could not move in as agile a fashion as she, but he was coordinated in his own right. The wake of water that she threw up had him slipping back and forth to playfully avoid it, giving her a playful rumble.
She noticed him! He arched his neck a bit and soared sideways. He was not far behind, but he wanted to make sure she saw him. He wanted her to know that he was still here and chasing, and his enthusiasm was not dimmed by the tricks she pulled. He enjoyed her playing with them, and he barely noticed as the herdbeasts scattered before their approach. His soaring was not as low as hers, as his wings could not be allowed to clip the ground without damaging them, but he made up for his greater height by flaring and curving his wings to execute a graceful soar. She had admired his gracefully large wings before, and shouldn't she admire them now? They might have failed to allow him into the trees, but they were impressive nonetheless. He handled them with the ease lent from Turns of practice, and they had not failed him yet.
The hunting felines were aggressing at the lovely green-queen, and he rumbled deeply, loudly in warning at the offending beasts. But then her bugle of warning had him refocused on her, and he opened wide his wings to beat them powerfully after her. He was coming! She was probably going to tire soon, as he knew that even he was beginning to feel the strain of the flight, plus his earlier warm-up. He crooned adoringly to her, keeping free of the pack of followers off to the side a bit. She was going into the clouds soon, and he opened his wings fully in preparation for her next trick. Lovely, lovely queen! Where was she going to take them next?
K'von/Dohulth was startled and made a noise of dismay when she darted away from them, anxious that she was leaving them all behind. And then she was punishing the blue, and he wondered when she would return, watching her with anxious eyes. Then she was returning, taunting them and twirling like that, and he let a chuckling rumble of approval echo towards her. What a mischievous creature, and he adored her for it! The shy ones were not nearly as fun as those who chose to play, and he was grateful that she did not punish him for his own slight tardiness. Then again, his intentions could not have been mistaken, and he was most apologetic for his mistake in being a fraction of a second too slow. But, he was here now, and that was all that mattered, was it not?
A slow smile spread as she started slinking back into the ring of her suitors. Sure, she had made a motion of a flirt towards another brown, but she was not ignoring him completely! She had acknowledged his attempt to stay within her vision, and he shifted a bit, moving his shoulders lightly to make sure that the rippling of the muscles along his shoulders, chest, and arms were clearly visible. Sure, they were less visible through his shirt, but the implication of his fitness was the same. He tilted his head teasingly to one side, making an appreciative crooning sound as she slipped her way back among them, brushing up against him more than she really needed to. Oh, he appreciated that very much, and the widening of his eyes showed it. He shifted more eagerly as her shoulder was bared to their eyes, and he wished it could be for him alone. How lovely... how close.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Aug 22, 2008 17:58:35 GMT -5
Her ignoring was a dink in his confidence, but somewhere he knew he would be sleeping somewhere else the day after today. Disappointed with the fact he wasn't going to be forgiven, Styth winged to the left and then to the right, keeping in sync with the shinning Reysalth below. The Queen of the Skies seemed to have an affinity for diving into the trees, for each time he had raced her through the sky she had preformed this dangerous move. Dipping down so that he breasted the very tips of the trees, Styth tried to keep Reysalth in sight while making sure he didn't crash into any of the other males in the process. Wheeling around as the Green erupted from the trees, the Brown put on a burst of speed, trying to get as close as he could at the moment. Grunting as she made a quick turn, Styth saw that the Green was headed toward the feeding grounds. Instead of dipping down into the pasture of Herdbeast, the brown continued at the height he was already in, knowing the Green would soon pull out of the grazing fields. Backwinging so that he didn't crash into anyone as Reysalth pulled up quickly from the long grass, Styth flapped to the left so he could pull into a tight turn. Rising up into the cloud bank, the Brown growled as he lost sight of his Green, turning to his other senses for help. The swish of the fog in the area's she passed through, the noise of her wings and the feel of the air stream that came out from behind her. He might not see her, but he was able to feel her.
Laurie-Reysalth's ignoring was almost a physical blow, and the Brown would have rather her attack him for being late than what she was doing. Unable to touch the beauty before him was torture, and even in this undeniable state of lust, the thought that he was going to have a horrible morning flitted through his mind. As well as the thought that since he was so late to chase the Green, he might not even be on the same level of interest as the ones who had appeared in the beginning. Growling unhappily to himself as he watched Laurie-Reysalth flirt with the others, F'rah-Styth felt a small ripple of sadness wash over their frame. They would win. They just had to be strong...
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Post by boober on Aug 24, 2008 20:55:08 GMT -5
Dramuth was still going strong; he had the stamina to keep going as well as the speed the bronze didn’t have. It was just unfortunate that he lacked a blue’s agility, especially since Reysalth decided to cut through the jungle canopy. But the brown had another kind of advantage: familiarity with the jungle. Narrowing his wings, he shot downward, using the speed to skim above the treetops, so close that the end of his tail whipped leaves from their stems as he exploded past. He could tell that the green was upset about something; latecomers to her Flight, perhaps? In any case, Dramuth knew his limits, and there were few, if any, passages down there large enough to accommodate his size. He didn’t want to risk possibly angering Reysalth further by attempting something he knew he couldn’t pull off. But glimpses and flashes of green told him exactly where his green beauty was, and he chased despite the canopy that was between them.
His effort put him right there when she burst back up through the leaves, but it was too close to the blue she sought to punish for whatever reason. Acting quickly, he closed his wings and dropped, rolling through the air almost too fast for the eye to see before flaring his wings again and catching himself. He hissed at his own stupidity as he flew in a wide arc around the blue and Reysalth before beating his wings and shooting off after the green again. Wherrybrained dunghead! Hopefully she would not hold his blunder against him… how could he help but be awed to distraction by her glowing green beauty and her finesse in the air? The herdbeasts were ignored; it was questionable as to whether or not he even noticed them in the first place.
It was all Aryna could do not to reach out and touch. But that was against the rules; this green was a tease! The brown rider prowled restlessly, ignoring the other suitors who were vying for lovely Reysalth’s attention. Misty gray eyes were focused only on the green beauty as she twirled and flirted before them. When would this Flight be over? Dramuth would Catch her and then she would be his, all his. The thought was repeated in their minds like a mantra as gray eyes were riveted to the beauty before them, as were the whirling purple eyes. Their attention was all for Reysalth, no one else. She had to be tiring; surely her fine flying was costing her energy. And when she grew tired, Dramuth would gladly lend her the use of his strong wings.
[[It's pewp. Complete and utter pewp x.x]]
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Post by reqqy on Aug 24, 2008 22:13:59 GMT -5
The greenrider/dragon bared her teeth at her chasers lustily, flinging her head back and raising her arms above her head, her fingers splayed wide. The hem of the garment rose with her raised arms, flashing her bare, firm thighs for all to see.
Reysalth twisted heavenward through the clouds, bursting out above them and reveling in the warmth of Rukbat. Her purple eyes flashed on her pursuers. She'd tested them. Now it was time to judge. The first to be dismissed was the scrawny blue, Reysalth twisting suddenly in her flight pattern to crack him across the snout with her tail, a growl in her throat. He didn't take care of himself and he clearly tried to out-perform her, which did not sit well with the Queen of the Skies. Reysalth had no need for such creatures.
Next, she turned toward the reddish brown. Not once, aside from at the beginning when he'd come from a direction other than the weyr, had the male caught her attention. He was negligible, and not at all trying hard enough to win her favor. Reysalth would not settle for anything less than the best effort from any male who Flew her. It was as simple as that. And if this in fact was his best effort? That was clearly laughable. Still pissy, Reysalth snarled and snapped at him in obvious dismissal, as well, though she didn't strike him.
The green winged higher, arching backwards into a leisurely dive back below the clouds, crooning softly to the four that hadn't yet been dismissed, her mind couching theirs to make sure they knew. Yes, even that late good-for-nothing was included, for she knew there had to be a reason. As annoyed as she was, as taken with her need as she was, Reysalth knew he wouldn't be late just to be late. And many others would have given up at her cold reception.
In the Flightroom, Reysalth lowered her arms, reaching out to take Dohulth's wrist and draw him toward her with one arm, letting her other hand slide down his chest to keep him at bay. Her greens flashed to Corinth, releasing Dohulth and latching onto his bicep. For a moment her hands lingered, fingers moving against the muscle, before she drew him closer as well, gathering the ones she favored. Stepping just a little away from the two she'd picked, she slid an arm around Rosilinth's waist in open invitation, drawing him into her inner circle, too. Then her gaze finally fell on Styth. Reysalth nodded to him, actually acknowledging the brown, and beckoned him closer to complete the smaller circle she'd formed, excluding Enouth and Dramuth.
For the four, Reysalth finally drew up her flimsy shift, standing before them in her full nakedness, the long blonde hair serving as a second covering that both concealed and revealed by turns. She rotated slowly, meeting the eyes of each.
The dragon twisted through the clouds at an almost langorous pace, allowing her suitors one last chance to display themselves for her perusal. Reysalth kept an eye open for any who might get too aggressive, but none did, and so she flipped over, brushing near Rosilinth with an apologetic croon. Poor thing. He was just too large to really keep up with her, though she appreciated the effort. In fact, he'd tried so hard that she could clearly tell he was flagging, and Reysalth wanted strength when her own faded. Reluctantly, she slipped from him. Maybe next time, if he could increase his endurance.
Just three left, and all of them had their strong points. In fact, she would have claimed all for herself, truly - unfortunate that they all had to chase at once. With an air of finality, she flew between the bronze and her kept brown, turning her back upon the smallest of the three. He was darling. He'd tried hard, and he'd impressed her. But she could only pick one, and she was more impressed by the other two - for various reasons. The sadness immediately vanished as she led the last of her two away, diving down and crooning to the twain with the sound of the ocean waves striking the rocks not far distant.
Who to choose? Both had gone above and beyond. Her kept brown had braved her displeasure, had put on every ounce of speed and strength he had to catch up when he was behind. He'd not been turned aside. Nevertheless - none of that should have been necessary at all. Reysalth preferred browns. Truthfully, she did. And this bronze was such a foolish creature, to follow her into the trees as he had. So foolish. It almost made her want to lash out at him. Didn't he know that if she chose him she wanted him to be at his physical best? Yet she'd been moved by the display despite herself. No bronze had ever done something so - self-sacrificing for Reysalth, a mere green.
The dragon wavered, indecisive. Then her anger boiled up, and she made her decision, crooning to her chosen mate as she arched toward him, beneath and slightly before. Her mind nudged at him encouragingly. Right now, she needed him! Right now!
Laurie/Reysalth had descended to her knees, almost demure in position. But now her eyes flashed open, and she crawled forward, her hands moving up his legs gently. Caressing. They continued to do so as she worked his belt loose with her teeth, jerking it from his waist with a quick motion of her head. Reysalth let the belt fall to the ground, growling low in her throat. Her eyes met his with clear desire.
She began to kiss a line up T'rid's stomach, rising and pressing firmly against him as she did so.
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Post by Avu on Aug 25, 2008 15:18:24 GMT -5
Corinth followed the green up above the clouds, the dampness clinging to his wings and back as he shook his head, eyes unwavering, to loosen the drops of water from his neck and head. And then she was gone—he twisted to watch as she whacked the blue—already scratched—with her tail. Triumph! He didn’t deserve her—coming late as he did, not to mention that she clearly deserved a bronze like Corinth. The second dismissed made another triumphant surge rise through the bronze’s body, not as strong as the lust.
The bronze crooned in delight as he felt Reysalth’s mind brushing against his, pushing himself more powerfully, delighted. She had taken special notice of him—wonderful! He brought his wings down with more force—see. See his beautiful glowing bronze body, see how hard he worked to please her? All he wanted was for her to Choose him, so he could have her all to himself…
T’rid echoed Corinth’s croon as his eyes flashed up and down Reysalth’s form appreciatively, the lust growing with every passing minute. She was so tempting. The way she flitted about, flirting with each in turn—He felt a wave of jealousy as she touched one of the browns, and then delight exploded inside of him. He had been touched…the bronze automatically reached up, to stroke the fingers that were on his bicep, but before he could, he felt the tug and moved forward obediently. And then she was gone again.
He watched anxiously as she gathered a smaller circle, head tipped questioningly to one side. She wasn’t going to leave him? She would come back, and be with him again? A sigh of relief broke the young bronze’s lips as she went to the center of the smaller circle, being choosier about who she included. Oh, his green was close to Choosing…and then the shift was gone, and his green was so, so beautiful. Rotating, for them. For him. He purred lustily at Reysalth, delighted.
High above, bronze wings pushed Corinth upwards in a determined path, veering to avoid being too near any other creature, to make sure Reysalth saw him, only him, if she chose to so look. His wingtip stung, but it was a minor discomfort. This was the true test. This was wonderful. Beyond wonderful, to be included in the last three—now, the last two—that would be acceptable to Reysalth, such a beautiful, wonderful green.
He dove after her, warbling a response to her croon. He was still there. He was still Chasing, still in the competition—and then she was his. The mental nudge assured him it was all right to go ahead; he rolled, dropping to be beneath her, and then rose upwards, twining his tail and neck with hers, crooning, throat vibrating in his triumph. The bronze had been chosen among the lither, more agile creatures, brown and blue—he had won. He had been Chosen.
Hazel eyes regarded Reysalth’s new, more demure, position with open interest and admiration. She was so pretty, so tempting…and she was moving towards him. Corinth purred, encouraging such advances, his eyes eager as they stared at her…as he felt her hand running the length of his leg, he wanted to drop to his knees to meet her…as his belt was torn free, Corinth crooned softly, stroking her cheek with one hand.
Muscles contracting automatically at the feeling near his stomach, the need finally burst from any previous constraint, and the young bronze bent to pull Reysalth up, pressing his lips against hers firmly.
She was his. All his.
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Post by Tashe on Aug 30, 2008 22:27:28 GMT -5
The Blue had been dismissed, and Styth could say he was immensely glad it had been that male and not him. Jumping forward as Reysalth winged above the clouds, the Brown trained his focus on the shinning female, thread strike him down if he would willingly let her out of his sight. Arching into a spiral a few moments after the Green, he folded his wings half-way to gain an equilibrium as he dove. Leveling out at a distance behind, Styth itched to see which of the dragons were left, but he willed himself to keep Reysalth in his sight. Watching as she dismissed the next dragon, the Brown tried to draw closer to the swift Green... trying to make her notice his diligence to her movements, although his moves were never aggressive toward the others.
She had acknowledged him! The Queen of the skies had, for the most part, forgiven him. Growling happily as he stepped forward at her beckoning, Styth/F'rah glanced at the faces of the other three, his annoyance stifled by the joy and the need of Reysalth/Lauranna. Eyes hungrily picking out her familiar aspects, their beauty driving his lust deeper by the second. She had to be theirs, she was theirs, she couldn't be allowed to fly another male.
Winging by the dismissed Rosilinth Styth extended his neck toward the Green, pulling up beside Corinth, yet keeping a fair distance away. He had finally caught up with the bulk of the pack, the first time he had been almost side by side with one of the other competitors. He was one of the final three, the two other dragons had shown themselves in his peripheral vision like wraiths. Twisting in the air as he followed Reysalth, Styth tipped his left wing as the trio of males swung around to follow a turn. It wasn't long after, the Brown noticed that he and the Bronze were the only two left chasing the Brilliant Green. Despite being late, he had proved himself to Reysalth, he had proved he'd always be there for her. Watching as she slipped between them with the air of indecision, Styth gave a last feeble croon to the Green, but that attempt would go unnoticed. Screeching in frustration as his Queen took the Bronze in her grasp, the Brown turned sharply in anger and sped off with a roar filled with frustration and hurt.
Reaching out toward the female as she drew closer to the both of them, Styth/F'rah couldn't help but groan as Reysalth/Laurie chose the Bronze. Stumbling backward as the overpowering effects of the Flight loosened their grip slightly, the Brown felt a need rise in his throat, one he hadn't felt in a long time. Feebly stalking out of the Flightroom, the Male didn't notice the face of the Flightmoth who gently took his arm. He needed the pain to go away, he wanted to fly until he couldn't remember what had happened. Directing this need upon the soft faced woman, it didn't take long to whisk the Flightmoth away from there.
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