Catch Me if You Can! {Ranth's Flight}

[margexx]

J'fer knew it was coming. In the past few days since the Gather, he had been all but hiding in his weyr and around the Flight Rooms, determined to stay out of the way of that big stupid bronzer and anyone else who had stepped in to stop the fight. If it was up to him, he'd have stayed away from the rest of the weyr for another month, but Ranth was ready to Fly.

It was mid-afternoon when she took the sky with a shriek, her hide practically glowing as the petite green shot into the air. Where were her males? She wanted to Fly but she needed males to Chase her first. They'd better hurry if they wanted a chance at the small beauty.

[boober]

The sound of a dragon’s call echoed throughout the Weyr. By now, Aryna had learned the signs of an imminent Flight: Clover’s disappearance and Dramuth’s single-minded focus on the skies being among them. But the brown rider was soaking in her bath, enjoying the peace and quiet… which turned out to be the calm before the storm.

It was Dramuth’s answering bugle that alerted her to what was going on before anything else. Aryna sat up in a rush of water and breath, the lust already swirling through her body. It was Ranth, lovely Ranth that they were chasing this time, and the part of Aryna’s brain that was still human and functional noted coolly that it was J’fer’s dragon. J’fer wouldn’t like seeing her among the suitors… but that wasn’t her problem. The last of her logical thought fled beneath her dragon’s determination and the brown’s eagerness to prove himself in the skies. He would impress upon Ranth his worthiness, or die trying.

In one smooth, fluid motion, Aryna was up and out of the warm water, leaving nothing behind but an empty pool and foot-shaped puddles across the floor. She didn’t even have the presence of mind left to grab a towel or something to conceal her naked form; odds were that even if she wasn’t caught in the midst of Flight lust, this wouldn’t have changed. She was confident about her body (some would say overly so) and almost never made any attempts to hide it. To do so now would make absolutely no sense. Besides, she was focused on other things… like where to find that lovely green beauty.

[marissa]

{Wanted to go ahead and post in here before anything else, simply because I'm evil and it would be so freaking amusing if he actually won. Especially if J'fer's hiding. xDD}

After he lost Tanith's flight, Ermieth's ego had been amazingly bruised. He didn't like the fact that he had lost, even if he now saw that she wasn't as beautiful as she had looked, glowing in the air. Still, he chased so few greens, and the bronze couldn't remember every winning a Flight. He was deprived, and therefore when he actually chased a creature, and it didn't go as planned, he became mopy and disappointed. No matter what His said about it, Ermieth could not boost his ego again. This was simply wrong, and he was not a very pleasant dragon to be around. Even less than usual.

However, when a shriek sounded throughout the weyr, Ermieth raised his head on the weyrledge. His gaze caught on the small little green who was shooting up in the skies, her hide glowing. This was his chance to redeem his chance, and he even knew this creature, to a point. Ranth was her name, even if he couldn't quite remember how he knew her. Maybe if he remembered, he might wait for the next green. But she was a lovely creature, and she was simply so tempting. The bronze could not resist, not even saying a word to His before launching into the skies.

A'noan, of course, was getting used to this. He followed his bronze in the skies, going towards his Ranth instinctively. He would find her, and he would Catch her. Flight lust had clouded his eyes quite awhile ago, and when he did find his Ranth, A'noan only paused for a moment. Recognition parted the lust in his eyes for a only a moment, but by the time the scowl had worked up onto his face, Ermieth had caught up to Ranth in the skies. His dragon's full-blown lust, admiration, and amazement at the glowing, lovely, tiny green before him bore through his rider's mind, burning any ill feelings out. His eyes clouded once more, and he crooned with Ermieth.

[Avu]

Oh. My. Shards. T’rid knew, by the males moving towards the Flight Rooms, that a Flight was about to take place. And just didn’t it happen to be his sore luck that Corinth had decided to chase? The two were locked in a fierce battle of wills. It had started innocently enough, but when Corinth had told his extremely straight rider that the Green’s rider was male, the foundations of acceptance had toppled. CORINTH, IF YOU CHASE THAT SHARDING GREEN I SWEAR BY FARANTH I’LL— snarled the Bronzerider, jerking back on the mental reins. The bronze was oblivious, though. My pretty, he purred, and a wave of Flightlust worked its way at His. My pretty, pretty Ranth… He bugled, ignoring T’rid’s mental bellow of wrath, and swept into the air.

T’rid doubled up, doing his mental best to stay free of the Flightlust. A male. A sharding male…shards, shards, shard it all, what had he done to deserve this? And then he was under, completely; he straightened automatically, his eyes slipping into a half-focused position. The Flightrooms…it was nearby, was it not? T’rid made his way towards the area as Corinth bugled again, and flipped in the air, purring at the green as he fanned out his wings. Look, look at the handsome bronze, his demeanor said hopefully.

He hissed, slightly annoyed that other dragons, namely a bronze and a brown, had dared get near his pretty. Beautiful Ranth… Corinth crooned softly, his eyes whirling as he fixed them on the green, their swirls purple and blue, as T’rid sought out J’fer blindly, a soft purr of his own forcing its way from the Bronzerider’s mouth, albeit involuntarily.

[Kisha-Ra]

Azrath gave his rider a dirty look as she approached him in riding gear. No.[/color] The blue got his reply in before his rider could make any sort of request. [color-191970]Absolutely not. Ranth is going to Fly. I am going to chase her.[/color] With that statement of exactly how the near future was going to be the dark hided blue returned to watching the skies. Not a moment to soon either as a glowing green shot skyward with a shriek. Azrath never hesitated, adding his call to those of his rivals as he thrust his lithe form off his weyrledge and into the air.

Darya cursed methodically, invoking terrible fates for her dragon, Ranth, Ranth’s rider, and the whole of Pern before she stripped off her jacket and threw it aside on her way out of her weyr to the flightrooms. On the good side, Azrath was apparently back to his normal hedonistic self, and on the bad side, Azrath was back to his normal hedonistic self.