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Post by kysseh on Oct 29, 2008 20:46:29 GMT -5
The sun had begun its slow descent toward the horizon, late as it was in the afternoon, and the sky was just lighting with the fiery colors of sunset. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but the peaceful magnificence of it was quickly shattered by a lusty warble and a scream of utter defiance. Both had issued forth from the tiny green that perched on the very edge of her weyrledge, dark wings outspread in preparation to take to the air. Tanith had been growing steadily more restless in the past days, and a long, long nap through the afternoon that day had heralded and inevitable rise. She glowed now, Tanith did, and with Hers on maternity leave, Tanith had not gotten her usual quantities of exercise. She was lusting, and she was energized.
It was time to fly.
Aliscia had been expecting it for days, and this time, she could not have been more enthusiastic. Being alone in her weyr and her bed for months meant that the gravid woman was more than ready for some company. She had a few months yet to go, and going without some decent bedplay until then was going to be unacceptable. Finally, finally, some company! The heavily pregnant little woman hung up her towel and padded into the main part of her weyr in the nude, rummaging around in her clothes as she felt Tanith's need growing. Need... yes, that word would do.
Regardless of whether or not Hers was ready, Tanith was fully prepared to get airborne. She let out another call to her males, a bugle that was surprisingly feminine given her violent tendencies. Then the dark wings snapped open to their full extent, and she was up and away, beating the air with powerful strokes until she had enough altitude to be free of the canyon and the immediate reach of whatever little beasts decided to Chase her. High above the canyon, just below the cloud layer, she circled, glinting in the late afternoon light. They had better hurry up, those silly males, or she was going to just fly on without them. She was not usually one for speech, but since the beasts were taking so long, an exception could be made.
Come and get me.
In her weyr, Aliscia found a shirt of her former weyrmate's, and she slipped the overlarge garment over her head just as the first of her suitors arrived. The long sleeves covered her hands, the hem coming to the middle of her thighs. The little woman snickered and twirled in a playful circle to show off for the ones with their eyes on her. They were looking, weren't they? They had better be, or she would kick them out. The pregnant woman hissed, impatient to be looked at and lusted after. She wanted them, and they would pay for making her wait.
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Post by dragon on Oct 29, 2008 22:17:08 GMT -5
Having been on the verge of a late afternoon nap, Kindrith had been half aware of the world around him, eyes half lidded and droopy. His snout rested on the stone between his forefeet, his breaths slow and gentle, barely stirring the grit there on the stone before him.
But a challenging cry changed all that. As soon as the sound reached his ears, the blue's head snapped up, all thoughts of sleep swept far away to a whole other world. He turned his head quickly, eyes questing for the source of that lovely voice. Where was she? He jumped to his feet, eyes questing. He had been half dozing when she had called, and as such his perception of where the call had come from had been more than fuzzy.
AH! But there she was! All shining beauty and glory. As she left the weyr, Kindrith followed closely. He would not be last, this time! He would not be late! He uttered an answering roar of his own, beating his wings quickly to follow her up into the sky.
My, she was little. It mattered little - she was the object of his desire, and the most glorious thing in the skies. Kindrith twirled in the air, once, spinning from left to right wing over wing. Ah, but he was there, and he wanted to make sure she saw him, make sure she knew he was there. And he was all hers.
Bugling again, he leveled off in his flight path, and returned to his efforts of staying close in her wake. He appeared to be among the first ... possibly the first? Could it be so? But even so, he was not going to give up more ground than he was forced to.
Back in the weyr, E'yan heaved a weary sigh. His infernal blue dragon was always chasing. The dragon seemed to never lose hope. E'yan wondered if he should even bother to wander down to the flightroom. But the wondering did not last very long, as the emotions and lust pouring out of his lifemate were not totally ineffectual on the flight-weary man. He dropped what he was doing, and made his way to where she was waiting.
Pausing upon sighting her, he blinked for a moment, stunned. Thoughts refused to process through his brain, as he merely marveled at her. Not only was she beautiful, she was positively glowing. Stepping further into the room, E'yan watched her with building admiration, crooning softly in his throat.
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Post by Avu on Oct 31, 2008 15:44:55 GMT -5
Leweleth would have been there, at Tanith's side, at once - had the brown not been nearly asleep. Normally, the young dragon didn't sleep this early, while Rukbat still painted the sky with vivid colors, but T'kalhis had been composing a song in a burst of inspiration. Not a very cheerful song; the Harper-bred boy still couldn't get out of his rather depressed mindset, but a song nonetheless, which he called 'Deathsong'. Leweleth thought that the title fit the song perfectly, which meant the harp's silvery sounds were twisted into mournful, sobbing notes, suited to the words, both of which described, all too clearly, the mourning that dragons gave when a companion passed - or at least, had given, before dragon deaths became too pandemic to keep track of. The brown had listened to it again, and again, and again, and again, until his criticisms fell silent as he lapsed into sleep with the haunting melody still in his ears as His puzzled over it, when musings and nap were both interrupted by a shriek.
Whassit...? His head came up quickly enough, though the brown still blinked, sleepily, his eyes flicking around until he caught sight of Tanith's green form, small and lovely, glowing with the Flight-induced shades, darting upwards. Ever upwards, the altitude emphasized by the canyon falling away below her. A green's Rising... T'kal answered absently, clearly oblivious to his dragon's admiration of Tanith, so full of music was his mind as he frowned, scratching at the paper and then plucking at the harp positioned next to him. Yes, he was renewing any skills he'd once had in the harp, and he was very proud of himself for his melody, simple as it might have been to a trained, practiced professional. She Rises! Two words, clear, exultant, as Leweleth flared his wings, launching himself from the Weyr Ledge, his tenor voice answering Tanith's bugle in a cry of his own - albeit rather late - as he threw himself from the ledge, shooting upwards in his eagerness.
He knew he was not at his physical best. Yes, he had flown in the past turn, when he simply needed to get away from the panic that High Reaches Weyr had brought, but the more intricate of moves were lost to the brown in the confusion, the raw desire, of Flightlust. But that only registered in a small, negative portion of his mind, which was quickly overruled by the clear lust. Leweleth twisted upwards, uttering a croon to the lovely dancing beauty above him as he struggled after her, his wings pushing him upwards. Up, up...climbing, swerving to take advantage of any thermals or winds, the brown didn't even flick a glance at the blue that had been at Tanith's side before him. He didn't matter; only Tanith mattered to Leweleth, and he'd make sure she was aware of that.
As Leweleth had flown from the Ledge, it had been a moment before T'kal registered what the brown intended to do. And then - "LEWELETH!" With an agonized cry, the Brownrider jumped up, scrambling out from behind his desk and harp lest he snap any of the delicate strings in the Flightlust that soon followed, his eyes flicking around his Weyr, almost expecting Tanith to be there, already, for him. She wasn't. No. Empty. Empty? A frustrated whine started in his throat as the Brownrider jerked off his tunic, moaning as the need swept over him. The shirt was flung to one side impatiently, draping neatly over his harp, as the boy made for the door. Tanith. Tanith. Where was she? Where was his lovely, glowing green? His eyes narrowed as he sought the green impatiently, yearning to see her...
And there she was! His eyes widened appreciatively as he slid them, their bright golden depths mastered by Leweleth's desires, over her frame. Oh, she was pretty. Very, very pretty. All glowing and green and...no gold could be prettier than the lovely, lovely Tanith...the brown's tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips nervously as he rubbed his palms on the fabric of his pants, eager to see more of her, to touch her...but clearly, that was against the rules. No. She had to pick. Did she see him? He wanted her. He needed her.
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Post by shadowreine on Oct 31, 2008 16:01:50 GMT -5
Green! Mroth sent as he launched upwards from the lakeshore.
This left V'ter in...well...an embarrassing situation. He had elected to bathe himself as well as his blue...and he was naked.
He pulled trousers on over his wet legs and ran, ran for. Tell me which green, you big oath.
Tanith.
Female rider, thank Faranth. He did not know her that well, but a search of his memory told him here her Weyr was. He ran for it, knowing he must, must be there soon. Ideally before dragonlust overcame all reason and he was no longer V'ter but Mroth...
Mroth who's wings carried him up and up and up. The green had gone so high, she had chosen to claim the clouds, to make herself one of them. He was not one for speech either, this was not a time for that. It was a time for flight and love and desire. That desire would at first overcome any ache in his wingshoulders from catching...oh, yes, that would help.
Afternoon thermals, lifting off the bowl, spiraling upwards. He flicked his wings outwards and soared, circling up towards her. It was a slower ascent, but a smarter one. He would still have energy when he reached her height. There was tension all through him.
Oh yes, he would have this green. He had not caught in...a while. This one would be her, had to be her. His rider was not in any way trying to argue with him, to hold him back, and he relished the air and the glow of her, the emerald star that was his goal.
It did not matter which green it was, any green that would look his way would be enough for the older blue. Younger beasts might strive, he held back.
He soared, and the air itself became part of his quest, carrying him closer to her, and the heat on his wings drained away with altitude, even as that in his blood increased.
Tanith. He would have her.
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Post by kysseh on Nov 1, 2008 2:06:41 GMT -5
Three?!
An angry hiss escaped the green as she realized that only three miserable males had had the courage to take after her in the skies. Only three. They had guts, though, which kept them safe for the moment, and Tanith had fought for long enough to recognize when something took courage. Her scarred head snaked beneath one of her wings to taunt them with a lusty warble before she straightened in the air, flying up, up, and away. They would have to be faster than that to-
Oh, no.... no, he didn't.
The first of her chasers, some silly blue, was crowding on her tail, and that was simply not permissible. She abruptly angled her wings to slow, and her stout tail lashed back at the muzzle of the creature who was too much in her wake. Off, off, off! When would they learn?! While the brown fumbled his way through chasing and her other silly male took his sweet time in ascending, Tanith made an abrupt turn on a wingtip, tucking dark, scarred legs into her body. If they were going to have her, they had better work harder, for she was distinctly unimpressed. Now she headed toward the coast at a brisk pace, calling again to her followers, if they still had the nerve to come along. They had best hurry up, for her temper was up with her lust, and the two were competing for control. Lust was winning out so far, but temper wanted to play. She added an extra flare to her wings and slipped back and forth, waiting impatiently for them to impress her. Wasn't that reminder enough of why they Chased? Who wouldn't want a strong, lusty creature like her?!
Lacking Tanith's ego, Aliscia was no less enthusiastic about her desire. Her suitors entered and gathered, and she looked them over with almost lazy, lusty eyes, capable hands rolling up the long sleeves to above her wrists. She took her time, of course, for she had plenty of time for these desperate creatures. Tanith's anger with the first blue boiled over into her, and she huffed at his croon to her, flicking her chin to send her chin-length hair in a smooth wave. Oh, yes, she heard his attempts to get into her good graces, and that would be... rewarded. The other blue was silent, but that young brown... he was looking her over. Near-gold eyes widened, eyelashes fluttering as she looked over the three again, now satisfied that her thigh-length shirt-dress was no longer hampering her movement. Oh... which one, which one...
Choosing could come later, she decided, and the petite woman moved with surprising grace, given her gravid state, over toward the first blue--E'yan-Kindrith, she thought it was. The fingers of one hand walked up one of his arm and across his shoulders as she circled behind him, making a low noise in her throat. Blatantly a come-on, of course, but Aliscia-Tanith was not subtle. The fingers walked down his opposite arm, and she moved on to the young brown. Youthful, he was. Shamefully out of practice but eager no less... and appreciative. She liked to be looked over that way, and that behavior deserved a reward of some sort. She rubbed up against him, snuggling her back against his front to taunt him with the contact. Then she was on to the final blue, whom she did not know. An older one, this... experienced. He was not experienced enough to know to appeal to her, though, and she huffed at him and twirled almost lazily in front of him, draping one hand across the expanse of her swollen belly. If he wasn't going to try, she wasn't going to bother tempting him. Off she went, meandering toward a central point between her three chasers, waiting for one of them to try again and improve on past performances.
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Post by Avu on Nov 1, 2008 11:54:38 GMT -5
Just because Leweleth gave no indication of seeing Tanith's other Chasers did in no way mean that he wasn't aware of them; the young brown was keenly aware of their precense - and he hated it. Tanith was his lovely green. They were not worthy of her. Impertinence! The brown snarled, eyes flashing as his head whipped around, finally settling his glare on the blue whom Tanith had been displeased with. Kindrith. Was he not aware one should give one as lovely as Tanith proper respect? Even Leweleth knew that, and he was, in all probability, much younger than Kindrith. He didn't wait for a retort, if any was even forthcoming, veering on his right wing to drop into a position in which he could be better seen as he pushed himself forward. It had been a long time since he'd Chased a green; Leweleth lacked the agility that some browns might bear - but going without Chasing for awhile resulted in more determination when he did Chase, and now? The brown would have tried to harness Rukbat if that was what it took for Tanith to Choose him.
Still up. The strain was not yet settling in his wings, although it was only a matter of time before it did; Leweleth rose in spirals under her, fast enough to feel the wind whistling under his wings, struggling to catch her attention in another low croon. He twisted in surprise as Tanith changed direction, his wings flaring out, stretched to their limits, as he paused, reorganizing himself, hovering for a brief moment, and then shot after her, trying to keep his position diagonal to her. Speed...more speed. He tucked his claws against belly, neck stretched out, swaying, like a snake before its charmer, tail steering him through the air, towards...the coast. The coast - that was good. Leweleth's voice rose in another encouraging warble as he twisted, coasting almost sideways on his wings - back to ignoring the two blues. So what if they were almost definitely more agile, quicker, than he? He had stamina; he was better. Tanith surely saw that?
He had to do something. Catch her attention, hold it, make her see him. Leweleth didn't hesitate, as he would if he was in his right mind, launching himself into a foreward flip, closing his wings and letting himself drop for one brief instant before his wings snapped out, catching him again as he swerved, correcting his flight pattern again. The flip was neither as tight nor as controlled as it once could have been, unfortunately, and a wind had caught him just wrong, sending him slightly sideways instead of straight forward, but that didn't matter. Couldn't be corrected. What mattered was now. Tanith, the lovely dancer ahead of him. Lovely, lovely creature...
T'kal-Leweleth was completely gone. Unused to struggling against the Flightlust, mainly because Leweleth hadn't Chased for such a long time, any human part of him had fled, replaced wholly by the brown dragon's need, desire, Flightlust. Golden eyes slid over Aliscia-Tanith's form - not seeing the heavily pregnant woman, but a lovely, agile, glowing green. His green? Possibly...as she huffed at Kindrith, his head came around, eyes narrowing as he glared at E'yan-Kindrith, completely unaware of any previous friendship between himself and the Bluerider. His lip curled in a soft warning snarl - he wasn't allowed near Tanith unless she initiated contact. Simple enough to understand. Foolish blue.
But - she was still near him? T'kal-Leweleth's head tilted sideways in confusion, his eyebrows drawing together in a slight line, a soft whine, yearning for the lovely green's attentions himself. And - yes! She was approaching...he sighed in soft contentment, crooning softly, his tenor tones, so like Leweleth's, rising as she rubbed her back against his bared chest, yearning to catch her, take her for his own...another sigh as she left, this time disappointment, but he knew the rules, would obey them if it killed him, if that was what this lovely Tanith desired. No touching. He took half a step forward, and then back again, his eyes still roaming - much more freely than she would have let them if he'd been in control of himself - over Aliscia-Tanith, and then raised his eyes to hers, the croon fading into a soft encouraging purr.
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2008 12:35:15 GMT -5
Kindrith's wingbeats faltered for a slpit instant as that lovely tail whipped across his face. He had tried to duck it, but he had realized all to late what it was she was intending to do. It stung. It hurt. Agh! His eyes wereblurry from the impact. He set his wings for the moment, and merely coasted as he shook his head, trying to regain his senses. Ouch. He hadn't realized that he'd been that close to her. And since he had been, he righly deserved that lashing. Large flying things such as they were, they needed maneuvering room. Or an airborne tangled wreck is what they'd have.
The lash across his face had created a fair amount of pain, even if no damage. And that had broken his thrall of lust at her beauty. Which was a bad thing. Normally, it would have just returned, twice as strong as before. But in shaking his head at the pain, the blue's vision alighted on something else. A brown dragon. Something that elicited an even stronger emotion out of the blue than even lust was.
Snarling murderously, the blue cut a hard turn, a new plan in his mind. Angered, madded beyond all thought, he barreled in on Lewleth. Fast, agile, older, and far more practiced in the air, it was all too easy for Kindrith to close the distance between the two, deadly talons extended to slay this impertinent blue dragon before him. That smelly young brown that had come from a rotten shell. How DARE he show his face in Tanith's flight?
Uttering a heavy, rumbling, ear-blasting roar that started deep within the blue's belly, Kindrith cannon balled at Lewleth. Nothing stood between him and that brown's tightly-stretched wings but air. And that was getting out of his way in a hurry.
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In the room with Aliscia-Tanith, E'yan-Kindrith enjoyed the breif moment in which she circled around him. It impressed him, really. Kindrith must have done something right, to have elicited that kind of response. Much used to the sensations of participating in a flight as he was, E'yan was still in some posession of his human mental awareness of what was going on, even as his body was in thrall with Kindrith.
And then she was off, paying the other two males attention. E'yan-Kindrith didn't even take note of who they were. He crooned softly to her in appreciation of her attentions, watching as she moved on. As she left them again, to return to her place, E'yan registered that one of the males was growling at him. That was a shock. He turned his gaze on T'kal just as Kindrith's blistering hate for same said individual poured through him.
Caught up in that unexpected wave of emotion, E'yan almost acted upon it ... strengthened upon by the growl T'kal-Lewleth had presented. But in the last moment, he managed to stop himself. The battle of wills inside his own being was almost more than the Harper rider could endure. He fell to his knees on the stone floor, and gripped at his head.
NO! Kindrith! NO! Fall back! Fall back! This is not the time! That is T'KAL! Don't! He's just a boy! He has done you no wrong! Fall back! he enforced into the dragon's rage-filled mind.
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Kindrith faltered at the last moment, and swerved aside from his fully-intended murder of the unsupecting brown before him. To avoid colliding with the bigger dragon took some serious maneuvering through the air. Tucking his wings and other various and asundry limbs close in to his big blue body, he shot past Lewleth's shoulder and wing, leaving a void in the air there that would more than likely create some serious turbulence if not total disarray for the brown.
But he did not strike out at the brown. Eyes still swirling in bright red in pure hatred, Kindrith shot around and up behind the brown. Roaring again in frustration at the force of will his rider was exerting over him, Kindrith abandoned the brown behind him as he shot up through the sky. He poured everything his had into his pursuit of Tanith once more, the anger giving him a fuel for his wings that was hard to beat.
It was much akin to aerial battle ... indeed it almost had been. And the adrenaline pumping through his big veins made time seem so slow for him. In reality, he was reacting much faster to the world around him, even as the enchanting figure of Tanith's emerald hide before him was fast drenching his anger in lust again.
The red of his eyes faded back into the rich lusty purple, and he called to her once more. Totally forgetting Lewleth again, the blue performed another aerial trick beneath her in blinding-quick moved. My, she seemed to be flapping so slowly! Shouldn't she be flying faster? It never occured to Kindrith that it was indeed himself that was moving far too fast.
Remembering her admonishment about his position, he stayed slightly lower and off to her side this time, trailing along after her. Twirling wing over wing again as time started to take on its normal pace again, Kindrith bugled to her. An inexplicable joy filling his heart. In reality, it was just in stark contrast to the darker emotions he had just experienced ... but it still felt good.
His beautiful emerald!
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E'yan-Kindrith managed to stagger back to his feet again. His head pounded horribly hard, and his nose had bled. Wiping at his face with one hand, he contemplated the smear of red on his hand before wiping it off on his pants. They could be washed.
But he felt much better than he had a moment ago. The hatred was gone, finally, the lust was back. Something he knew how to handle. And then on top of that came a joy so profound, so wonderfull ... it made the lust harder to think through, but it was such a good feeling! He grinned crookedly at Aliscia, admiring her once again. T'kal and the other were out of his mind once more, all there was was the gleaming, glowing beauty of a green before him.
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Post by shadowreine on Nov 1, 2008 18:50:36 GMT -5
And that was it. Mroth slid off the thermal as soon as he was higher than the green. He made no move to try and reach or claim her yet, he used just enough energy to catch up, to position himself. The others? They were rivals, but not enemies.
He had no -need- to crowd, no need to try and push them aside, just a steady closing of the gap, a steady beating of the wings, and keeping that little advantage of height. Taking his time? No. He paced himself, he rode the wind, he pursued her. He let the others waste their energy...he, Mroth, would win in the end.
What he did do was increase speed a little, then slow, and then place himself precisely. They might have strength and speed. Mroth had something better. He had control. Control over his flight, control over himself. He also had patience.
Like a hunting feline, he stalked Tanith, with his eyes on her absolutely. Like that same feline, his tail swished a little in rhythm with his flight, a fine tail, a tail worth entwining with although not, surely as fine as hers. As she turned, he dipped his wing to follow with minimal energy, a tight turn, a fighter's turn. Wasn't there something to be said for precision and graceful economy?
Perhaps, or perhaps this green wanted something different, and the choice was hers. Always hers, always the female's, and Mroth could do only his best. But she was a particularly...desirable...green. She was lovely, the setting sun striking beautiful jade highlights into her glowing hide. The sun lowered, and she rose, and that was how it should be.
And finally, V'ter was in her Weyr, one eye to the other human suitors, dismissing them before V'ter-Mroth studied the woman before him. Nothing in the man's mind would hold the dragon back. This was a woman he would love to claim, the swell of her pregnancy only making him more desirable. Had human reason been at all in the equation, he might have wondered who had fathered that child.
It was not. V'ter surrendered to Mroth's lust, knowing that should the dragon lose he should have few problems finding a willing partner to slake it...he was not an ill-favored man, after all.
His eyes traced her form, undressing her, imagining the shape of her breasts under the shift...no, the shirt that was all that covered her nakedness, the nakedness he wanted in his hands. One of them curved as if laying a claim to those...oh yes. Good woman, nice woman, beautiful woman. She would be -his-.
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Post by kysseh on Nov 1, 2008 19:49:57 GMT -5
Tanith screeched in absolute fury at the realization that one of her suitors had opted to chase one of his fellows instead of her. He broke off the attack at the last moment, of course, but Kindrith's efforts to impress her fell on uncaring eyes and ears. How dare he be distracted from his chase that way! In punishment for his actions and in an effort to further evade her suitors--just for the moment, since she would want one of the little rutting beasts eventually--she winged upwards at an ever-increasing rate. Tiny though she was, Turn upon Turn of fighting had put her in good condition, and while they could have bested her in an all-out race for endurance, her pursuers had not her speed. And speedy, she was, for she quickly vanished into the cloud cover, a dark -colored, purple-eyed outline of a dragon that watched her suitors through a thin vein of cloud.
Choosing one of them would have to be soon. She wanted energy enough for the twining, after all, and they had been in a tail chase for a bit of time. She arched her neck, tilting her scarred head to regard them as they chased her. Kindrith... first to chase her, which she gave him a credit for. His two stunts following his early chase had her snarling quietly. She liked blues, she did, but... he would bear further watching, for sure. The brown--whose name she knew not--was trying valiantly. He had youthful energy and was certainly adoring, which she liked. His efforts were clumsy, but he was young and impressionable and could be taught. Not skilled or experienced, though. The third suitor, another blue... silent as death, he was, and that unnerved her. His attention was absolute and unwavering to the point where Tanith found his scrutiny highly unnerving. An older, cannier dragon, this was. Her match in cunning, perhaps...
Oh, yes, she would need to choose one soon, and she warbled lustily to them, dropping to the very underside of the clouds to make sure they got a good view of her and she of them. Which one, which one...
E'yan-Kindrith's little stunt had Aliscia-Tanith furious as well, but she didn't need great theatrics to prove a point. The petite woman simply glared and growled. Blood... he was bleeding. Hurt, was he, in his efforts? Good! He deserved it! Her mind quickly switched back to its former pattern of thoughts, though, and she arched her back like an overgrown feline, pacing in a slow circle around her pursuers. Which one to take was the problem, and the woman-dragon looked over her pursuers with biased eyes. E'yan-Kindrith, she rubbed up against almost shamelessly, sliding away before he could even think to lay hands on her. Oh, yes.... wasn't he sorry he'd ignored her for that brown? He should have been, and she huffed teasingly at him before sliding over to the other two.
The other blue was a fine one, and he was scrutinizing her in silence. The strong silent type, she wondered, or just eerily silent? It did not escape her attention that one of his hands curved, and she let out a wicked chuckle and padded in his direction, bare feet oddly silent on the stone floor. So he liked what he saw, did he? She pressed her front against his, wriggling and watching his face with mischievous glee. He liked those wide curves by sight, but how about by feel? She was away after a second, though. No need to let him get his hands on her and spoil things. Such an enamored pursuer.... and she would hate to have to throw him into a wall for touching her.
And the last of her three.... the brown whose purr made a shiver run down her spine, her eyes widening. Well-mannered, he was, for all of his eagerness. Young.... and oh, she needed to have another touch of that. Just one more. She edged closer and splayed graceful, capable, dangerous hands across his lower belly and then slid them up, over his chest and to his shoulders. It was a reach, but she managed it before practically prancing backwards. No, no touching! She knew how the young little rascals could be, and he received a teasing flutter of her lashes before she moved back to investigating the unknown blue from an arm's length away. This one... or the other one... or the brown. Such a hard choice....
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2008 21:03:16 GMT -5
Sky blue wings beating steadily now, Kindrith skimmed along the bottom edge of the cloud, eyes extremely alert to catch any hint of a green form coming back down out of the cloud. Normally, he would not bat an eye at entering a cloud. But now ... not during a flight. He would not follow into the murky morass that was a cloud. It was too easy to completely lose track of where his beloved gem was, unless he was square on her tail. And she'd already expressed her opinons on that position, oh yes.
So Kindrith bid his time, waiting. As excruciating an experience as that was ... especially with the other males around. He so terribly wanted to plunge into the cloud after her and continue the chase. But to be left behind in the cloud, stupidly fumbling around searching for her long after she had decended again and the flight was over ... that would be worse than merely losing the flight! And he had lost many a flight. All of them, to be precise. He skimmed along beneath the silky edges of the clouds, hyper aware for her return. She would not choose while in the cloud, anyway. Would she?
The cloud's fibers were torn and swirled madly about in Kindrith's wake, he flew so close to the cloud. On the upstroke, his wings even vanished into the moist depths. He didn't care. All that mattered was that he be able to see her when she came back down. Argh! It was exacting a toll on his mind to sit and wait like this. Where was she??
Kindrith finally had to do something. Sitting and waiting was killing him. He bellowed to her, bugling for her to return to him. He couldn't see her. He knew she was there ... somewhere. But where? After a third call, his bugle trailed off almost into a keen, as he was much saddened that she was not there.
For all he knew, she was playing about around the puffy peaks of the clouds, laughing at them all, the fools, down below the bottom of the cloud. But if he plunged in after her, his getting lost and cut out of the flight was a given.
And he did not want to be cut out of the flight like that. Not from an idiotic move he himself could avoid making. She had to come back!
Getting tired of just flying, Kindrith wondered if she was just deep enough in the cloud to be invisible, but still be able to watch those below. Taking on that chance, he began flying like an acrobat. He pulled many a stunt in mid air, hoping that she was watching - hoping that she would be impressed. Twirling wing over wing was his favorite, no doubt, considering how often he did it. But he also did other maneuvers: Tumbling head under tail before coming right again, dropping a few scores of feet and then climbing straight back up again. He broke the bottom edge of the cloud several times, before dropping back down below and searching about for her lithe, glowing green form. Banking hard to one side or the other and executing turns that had him spinning on one wingtip or the other, belly shown to the horizons, head almost meeting his tail.
And then he pulled a stunt he had only ever done once before ... he closed one wing, and left the other open. The result was he became a strange pirouetting flash of blue fluttering back toward ground in a rather spectacular display. After falling like such for maybe a hundred feet, he closed that wing also, and opened the other, adding a tumble to his pirouette. Another hundred feet later, and he was shooting almost vertically back toward the cloud, climbing hard and fast. His wings snapped open and shut again fast enough to make a regular popping sound. Kindrith stretched his head out as far and as straight as it would go, aiming to make back every foot he had given up for the display.
It was costing him, though, all that showing off. If she didn't reappear soon, he was going to have to glide back to Pern again. As big as he was, as quick and agile as he was, he was still no brown.
Kindrith bugled again, sorely wishing Tanith would come back.
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Far down below, E'yan-Kindrith was sweating. The exertions Kindrith was going through was also effecting his rider, and E'yan felt the tiring effects as well as his dragon. He licked the salty drops off his upper lip, smearing the red stain there as well as he watched Aliscia-Tanith twirl and patter about the room.
She growled at him, as if she was fit to eat his head. The part of him that was still human could understand why - Kindrith had executed a great felony in diverging from the queen of the sky the way he had. E'yan understood why. But that didn't mean Tanith would. But, yet, despite her displeasure, she came back to him. Flitting past with just the breifest of contact.
Ah, but she was an infuriating tease! Rubbing across him like that, it was all he could do not to grab her. He closed both his fists, in an effort to let her move on past, away from him. His eyes never left her, however, watching as she showered the other two males in her affections as well.
E'yan-Kindrith wanted her for all his own. She was his! It was hard, watching her flirt with the other two and not say a word or make a motion of protest.
E'yan wondered what, exactly, it was Kindrith was doing up there, to create such strong emotions in Tanith first one way, and then the other, and snapping back just as quickly. What was the infernal blue doing? But he was not enough in command of his own faculties to be able to ponder the point. Even as a man, rather than a dragon, he found Aliscia quite attractive. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and rubbing against him like that had him all afire for her. Dragon or no dragon!
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Post by shadowreine on Nov 1, 2008 22:48:08 GMT -5
She became part of the clouds, and then not, she skimmed their underside now, a jewel of green against their greys and purples. Were dragons able to draw, it would make a fine painting indeed, and it showed her to her very advantage. Seeing that, Mroth's eyes whirled even faster purple, were that possible.
Silent, though, he remained, silent and focused. She had gone for the long climb and yes, that had effected him for all his saving of energy. His wings ached now, but he still had the energy to claim her, and besides, nothing would make him drop out. He would pursue any green he had the strength for, and not give up. Yes, Mroth was a tailchaser, and that was part of how he carried such cunning; he had Turns of practice.
He glided, and then he turned, rolling for a moment onto his belly. Letting the green see every part of how he was put together, giving her the best view he could. The best chance to assess and choose, and oh, she must choose him. She must. -He- had not nearly forgotten her to get into a fight.
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She brushed against him, and oh, V'ter wanted to pull her to him, to consummate that touch with a kiss and then with what would follow that kiss as night to day...but she had not chosen yet. Only his eyes, thus, followed her, although the shape of his breeches clearly revealed his desire.
"Aliscia," he whispered, just that, but then she was gone, taunting the brownrider...was she choosing him? It was her choice, but V'ter-Mroth wanted to be that choice, wanted with everything in both of their beings. She was all green and all woman and there was, could be, no thought of anyone else.
Perhaps no thought at all, even if his lips had managed to form her name. Nothing of the human reason, only the dragon instinct ruling. The price of being a rider...and the ultimate joy.
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Post by Avu on Nov 2, 2008 9:00:29 GMT -5
Young Leweleth may have been, but he was anything but stupid or unsuspecting of Kindrith's intentions as the blue caught sight of him, the brown arching his neck, hissing defiantly at the older dragon and flicking his wings, speeding up and leaping through the air, much like a dolphin through the waves. What he hadn't expected was the blue actually darting at him. The older dragon was quicker, much more agile than Leweleth - and now the brown was angry, too, nostrils flared, as he bared his teeth, the hiss turning into a snarl. Clearly he couldn't outmaneuver or outfly the blue unless he wanted to leave Tanith's Flight, which was out of the question, but neither did he really wish to hurt the blue. He was bigger, and while that wasn't always an advantage in aerial battle, Leweleth was confident he could destroy Kindrith if he so desired. Let him think he'd won, for a time, until he was close enough to shred. Leweleth wasn't going to stress himself when the blue was still such a distance away. After all, the favor of Tanith had yet to be won.
The brown arched his back mid-flight, catapulting himself higher and faster, crooning softly to the lovely dancer - but now Kindrith could no longer be avoided. Leweleth snapped his wings shut, throwing himself sideways in a barrel roll - he wasn't going to stick around to be killed, thanks. The swiftness of the moment was surprising, breathtakingly sharp, and Leweleth fell a distance before he flared his wings again, a thermal pushing him back up - but there was no more interest in him. No? Foolish, impertinent, wherry-brained blue! Surely he couldn't expect that he would forgive him for such an act? It was his flight pattern that had been disturbed, when he'd done nothing except reinforce Tanith's wishes, wishes that Kindrith himself had obeyed! Leweleth snarled, nostrils still flared, but lust was dominant in his eyes. He could deal with Kindrith in the best possible way - winning Tanith. What better way? The brown already desired Tanith, was infatuated with the lovely dancing green. Besides, what would hurt more than if he took the object of his enemy's desire?
No, he hadn't been shredded or even hurt, but that didn't take away the fury - a fury which was expressed only in a new determination. His wings felt no discomfort, and if they had, that discomfort would have gone ignored anyways. Leweleth shot sharply upwards in an unexpected burst of energy, swerving sharply around Kindrith, above him. While the blue was lower than Tanith, to one side, he, Leweleth, was exactly above Kindrith - a lovely position to be seen in if Tanith so chose to look, and, too, if Kindrith decided to attack him again, he could simply drop on the blue, pin his wings down - and then what? The blue would be helpless. Savage pleasure flickered through the brown at the thought. Never did it occur to him that perhaps Kindrith might win the Flight - there was nothing, merely fury and lust.
The other blue - he had conserved energy. But clearly he was unaware that Leweleth was a brown - which meant stamina. Much more than any blue could ever hope to possess! Or so he thought as he veered on one wing, dropping closer to Kindrith defiantly, daringly, his wingsweeps becoming much more powerful than was needed to stay level, intended to put pressure on Kindrith - and Leweleth was certain it would. Under no circumstances could he be called unintelligent, and although details were hazy - save, of course, for Tanith's beauty - in the Flightlust, he was certain he'd positioned himself right. No, it was hardly difficult to escape, since all Kindrith would have to do was flip on one wing and, or drop and then rise in a different location, but the point was to irritate the blue, to drive him away from this position. All done while his gaze was focused solely on Tanith, his soft caressing croon for her alone, his admiring gaze for her alone, his desire for her alone - his positioning could have been an accident.
Ever higher he followed Tanith - her displeasure at Kindrith attacking him was a rather smug point in his favor - or at least, a point against Kindrith. Higher, higher...his wings strained as the lovely dancer darted into the lower cloud coverings, following, letting the moisture cling to his hide, offering a much shinier appearance before he dropped out to hover below again, following her dark form. That was good, was it not? Shininess? Females seemed to like shininiess. More specifically, they liked bronzes, who were shiny, but that was a moot point. He flared his wings, deciding to simply try to keep up, instead of performing any acrobatics; Tanith was going quite quickly enough for him to have to struggle to keep up, though he was trying his best. His wings weren't quite protesting yet - perhaps the exercising both he and His had thrown themselves into were more effective than he'd originally thought! - and he increased his speed until he was fairly shooting after Tanith, careful to stay a respectful distance away. Already Kindrith had been rebuffed when he'd gotten too close; the last thing he needed was Tanith to be irritated with him! The brown dragon's voice rose in a soft hum, almost caressing in its tone.
T'kal-Leweleth's eyes had been fixed on Aliscia-Tanith's form the entire time. She seemed to brook no argument against such; why should he protest at being allowed to satisfy his desire to gaze at her, if not his desire to have her? As, in the skies, Kindrith bulleted at Leweleth, the brownrider's golden eyes narrowed, a growl curling his lip as he tensed, shifting backwards onto his heels, expecting E'yan-Kindrith to mimic his dragon's motions. To his intense bewilderment, he didn't - rather, he fell to his knees instead. That didn't register with T'kal, far too completely immersed in the Flightlust for any sane thought to register. He hissed, lip curling and teeth bared in a rather frightening expression, his eyes still narrowed as he raised one hand as if to ward off a blow that was not forthcoming. As Kindrith shot past Leweleth, as Tanith expressed her displeasure in the skies, T'kal-Leweleth's growl turned into a smirk, his gaze returning to Aliscia-Tanith instead of being fixed, the fury clear, on that ridiculous blue, although his body was still tense, fury clear in the subtle tightening of each muscle.
Why was she flirting with him? Still! T'kal-Leweleth's head cocked to one side, clear confusion, along with more than a bit of jealousy, flashing across his features before Aliscia-Tanith had moved on from E'yan-Kindrith, to the other blue, the silent one that was unknown to him. Neither did he wish to know the blue. He was a rival, an enemy. Not as bad as E'yan-Kindrith, true, but still...T'kal-Leweleth's eyes narrowed, but there was no more fury, only yearning. And now, she was here, in front of him...his purr only intensified as he raised his eyes to meet Aliscia-Tanith's, the low tenor grating in his throat. How he wanted her...he held absolutely still, refraining from the desire to catch her and take her, as she ran her hands from his lower stomach to his chest to his shoulders, the muscles contracting, each in their turn, under her palm, as if that would affect her choice, somehow, his eyes running the length of the pregnant woman's body.
She was gone again, before he could even hope that she had Chosen him; gone. The purr turned into a soft croon - the better to be heard; he was much more accustomed to this type of vocal exercise, anyways; it felt more suited to his throat as he inclined his head slightly to her, keeping his eyes, instead of roaming as freely, directly aimed at her eyes, her face, searching with an almost feral, yet restrained, hunger even as his throat contracted with the effort of keeping his voice steady through the haze of lust. Faranth, how he wanted her...
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Post by kysseh on Nov 2, 2008 14:19:27 GMT -5
They all wanted her, they did. Their attention was all on her, and Tanith arched her neck and slipped lower from the clouds, eyes whirling a brilliant purple in her delighted lust. The need to lead them on a merry chase was over, and the need to choose had overwhelmed her. Her dark head lowered, watching her options fly below her. The barely-out-of-weyrlinghood brown, the silent blue, and that show-off who didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on... oh, yes, she had some interesting suitors, she did. One, perhaps, might be worthy of her, and the green opened her wings to a lazy glide as she surveyed them.
Kindrith. First and quickest into the air, certainly enthusiastic... all of which she heartily approved of. A bit too enthusiastic, though, with his new stunts, and she snorted quietly at the sight of his acrobatics. Impressive stunts, yes, but he had crowded her. Crowded! That was not to be permitted, though his acrobatics could have made up for that flaw alone. The stinging memory of his attack on the brown was what sealed her decision on him. That, and the fact that he fairly commanded her to return to him with that bugle. Well... maybe he wasn't commanding her, but it sounded like it to the feisty green. Commands rankled at her, and her mind was made up. No... no, Kindrith would not have her!
The young brown had managed to evade his opponent, and Tanith had to be impressed by the skill that the brown possessed for such a young beast. Not a fool, that one, and he continued to make those lovely sounds at her, the sounds that made her arch her neck in pleasure. He had been momentarily distracted from his pursuit, though, and that made her growl slightly in the depth of her chest. Getting distracted by anything was not a way to get into Tanith's favor, and the fact that he was very young and very inexperienced weighed heavily against him. Then again, the young were able to be molded, but.... no. Just no.
The silent blue caught her attention as he turned slowly, letting her get a good look at him. Impressed, she was, by his form, but his chasing technique left something to be desired. So silent and almost vicious in his pursuit! Tanith had viciousness already under control, thank you, and she wanted no more of that. Still, he was an older beast and clever, clever enough to perhaps rival her. Skilled in the air, skilled in the mind... and wholly devoted in his attentions, she thought. Perhaps.... perhaps...
The blood on E'yan-Kindrith's face was off-putting, but Aliscia-Tanith meandered back toward him anyway to look him over. Intent, he was. Did he think she was lovely? The petite woman felt Tanith's lust rising as the need to choose started to win out, and she moaned softly and let her eyes flutter closed, resting her hands on her ribcage and running them slowly down the length of her body to her thighs. Oh, shards, but she wanted one of them, and it was not just Tanith lusting either. The human portions of Aliscia's brain were awake and yearning, and she almost lazily extended a hand to ghost it across E'yan-Kindrith's chest before moving away. Oh, so tempting, all of them!
As Tanith discounted Kindrith, so did Aliscia turn away from E'yan... for the moment. She looked over the young brown, making a soft noise of her own in response to the croon he gave her. She liked him, she did... but so young in comparison! And she didn't want a rough young thing on her, no. Now that blue, though... he was older, more experienced. Silent, though. She edged toward him, near-gold eyes widening in mock-innocence at the visual evidence of how much he wanted her. The urge to make that lust stronger was nearly overwhelming, but she behaved and kept her hands to herself, unable to resist a wicked chuckle as she moved in a slow circle around her three suitors.... ohhh, which one to pick?
Tanith's indecision had her slowing unconsciously, so the green had not realized that the brown had ascended to the clouds near her and was attempting to keep up. So overwhelmed by lust was she that she did not recognize how close she had strayed to Lewelth--ahhh, now she remembered his name!--until the disturbance of the air through which he moved began to take a toll on her own flight path. She was abruptly startled... and impressed. He had not intended to pull that trick, but Tanith did not know that. His quick proximity and her rising need to twine overwhelmed any other reason, and she let herself drop half a wing-length below him, still a bit out in front. Her dark tail waggled, head and neck extended and raised to wait for him to claim his prize, and she crooned lowly to encourage him to take her right then, before she changed her ever-fickle mind.
Aliscia-Tanith had strayed close to her suitors as well, and as Tanith allowed Leweleth to take her, Aliscia made a low noise, wanting that young brown to do the same. The blues were given a hiss of dismissal, and those idiots could find their way out of her weyr while her young mate did his job. The size difference between Aliscia and T'kal mirrored the one between Tanith and Leweleth, which would have amused the greenrider considerably were she in the mindset to think of that. Now, though, there were only thoughts of her brown, and she quickly stripped off the shirt that had covered her gravid form, flicking it into the corner of the room as she stepped up to T'kal, pressing her back up against his front and keening softly in insatiable need for him. One hand slipped up to slide around his neck, chin lifted up and back toward him as she waited for a possessive, territorial kiss from her mate, the kind of dominance that neither Aliscia nor Tanith would wholly permit outside of the lust of Flight.
He had better not keep her waiting for long.
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Post by Avu on Nov 2, 2008 14:50:21 GMT -5
It still stung, the rank injustice of the attack. To Leweleth, he had done nothing wrong, done nothing to deserve being charged - but still, the blue had attacked, and therefore, he must pay. The simplicity of his logic left little to be desired in Leweleth's opinion. At least the lovely dancer had dropped out of the clouds...yes. That was lovely of her, was it not? Tempting, too - highly tempting. The brown veered slightly on one wing, putting himself in Tanith's peripheral view instinctively, neck outstretched with the yearning to be close to her. A throaty warble rose from him - a tribute to T'kal's determination in teaching the brown music when he was younger, it was, that he hadn't forgotten how to produce the noises with such accuracy - as he flicked his tail, almost tauntingly, at Kindrith, the slightest of motions and almost imperceptible unless the blue had been watching him.
Was she surveying them? Leweleth arched his neck, stretching his wings to their limits in an attempt to look more impressive, in case his thoughts were correct and the green beauty ahead of him was, indeed, eyeing her Chasers. He was better. Did she see him? He wanted her, he was loyal, had pursued her well, had he not? He would serve her well. The brown dragon flicked his wings, shooting forward again, determined to let none of his rivals bypass him in matters of how close they got to Tanith. Tricks - well, Kindrith could show off his acrobatic skills all he wanted, and (hopefully!) get dizzy while he was at it; that was his incentive - Leweleth was quite keenly aware that he could not outperform a blue in aerial dances, and he wasn't going to humiliate himself trying, no. To knowingly push himself into an embarrassing situation, in front of Tanith - foolishness.
His flight pattern, following a breeze, taking every advantage, had him getting dangerously close to Tanith - who seemed to be slowing. Slowing? She would Choose, soon? Nervousness meant an exultant longing, warring over the brown's emotions, as he quirked one wing, putting slight space between himself and Tanith - but not quite fast enough. The brown's croon turned almost apologetic as the wind from his wings upset the green's Flight. He hadn't meant to! Would she forgive him, please? But, far from scolding him, she was - she'd Chosen him. Her positioning, her croon, assured him of that. Leweleth's croon turned to a joyous bugle as he claimed her, twining tail and neck with Tanith. His Tanith. Sheer ecstasy ran through the brown's body, shades of blue and green competing with the still-dominant Flightlust as his wings caught them, held them up, a single word broadcasted to Tanith, to Kindrith, and yes, even to that silent blue. Mine.
Still circling. Still taunting. Still watching. T'kal-Leweleth's eyes followed Aliscia-Tanith restlessly, head tilted to one side, roaming hungrily over her face, and then slipping over her gravid form. Gorgeous, she was...completely and entirely gorgeous. Incomparable. It killed the brown to see her near E'yan-Kindrith, and though his croon faltered slightly, he made himself watch, anxious to see that she hadn't Chosen the blue. And she hadn't, by the way she moved away from him...so what if she'd touched him? So what if she was near him? The eagerness rose again as Aliscia-Tanith moved away from the blue, turning instead to him. Yes! To him...an undeniably lusty purr replaced the croon. So accustomed was he to stretching his vocals that he didn't even register it.
Chosen! As Leweleth tangled with Tanith in the skies, T'kal was already moving towards Aliscia, golden eyes lit up with delight, but she was with him first, stripping off her shirt after a hiss at the blues, finally exposing herself. Lovely, lovely green! He ran his hands along her sides as she pressed herself against him, yearning to claim her, but...he breathed a single word, intended for the Blueriders to hear as well as Aliscia. "Mine." His, all his...a rough purr started in his throat again, ending abruptly as he caught her lips in his, triumph swelling inside of him.
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Post by dragon on Nov 2, 2008 22:21:25 GMT -5
Kindrith dropped slightly in the air, as his very being drooped. She'd come back out of the cloud again, coming back down to where they could see her. But she'd then promptly practically flung herself at that dungheap of a brown. The insolent little snot. A giant heap of wherry dung not worth smelling, much less feeding!
Though accustomed to loseing, that did not mean Kindrith was a nice loser. Especially not where a brown was concerned! If it had been the other blue, at least, Kindrith could have accepted it with some semblance of grace. But not Lewleth. Not that BROWN.
Kindrith roared his fury and challenge at the brown, fairly pitching a veritable fit right there in the sky. Roaring and slashing at the air with all four limbs, his wings sliced through the air dangerously. A fighting dragon Kindrith was. He had survived numerous battles with Benden dragons. And Lewleth, a hatchling was no match for the enraged blue, to the blue's mind.
But then that premonition of exhaustion really kicked in for real, and Kindrith lost nearly all the wind in his sails. Or wings, as the case might be. Tired, bone weary tired, he set his wings, and turned to drift away, wherever the winds might take him, until he met the earthy substance that was Pern again, where he merely heaped up tiredly. All the acrobatics, all the passion-filled emotions to one extreme and then the other before swinging back again, all the worrying, all the anger, it really tore him down. More so than a flight really should have. The damage was done more to his psyche then his physique. For he was a blue in excellent condition physically.
But browns. URGH. That brown ... he would pay. Just as soon as Kindrith got some strength back in his weary bones, that insufferable upstart would pay. With his life. Steal his girl. His Queen!
Dunghead.
Kindrith's snout plopped down into the sand of the beach, and he puffed a sigh that spurted sand away from him in all directions.
Browns.
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