I Want Candy! [[Llath's Flight]]

[neeuqtar]

P'tol was sprawled, soaking up the afternoon sunlight with all the laziness of an old feline. Llath was clean and oiled and taking her own nap on her ledge, and he was excruciatingly comfortable on his bed of moss. He would be filthy, of course, once he actually desired to move, but he was already stripped naked and fairly oily. It just wasn't worth it to wash his wiggly green wearing any sort of clothing--and oiling her with clothing? Right out, unless he happened to want something to turn into instant fuel for a fire. He was always slick once he finished oiling Llath, and even the first scrubbing wasn't enough to get it all off.

So he just full-body tanned on a log over one of the streams feeding into the Selenitas River. Never in all the time he'd been nude-napping here had anyone happened upon him (at least that he knew of), and so the shy rider was perfectly content just to relax and bronze in the jungle sun. He'd have to scrub again anyhow to get the oil out of his hair, so why worry about a little dirt and moss flecks? It'd all come off anyhow.

Llath mumbled muzzily in her sleep, and P'tol smiled. His darling green. She was such a darling, her vibrant green hide so healthy and, well, vivid. He loved every inch of her delightful self. Then her eyes snapped open. It took less than a breath for lust to overwhelm his entire sleepy self, turning him from a languid rider sprawled over a log to a Rising dragon. He hadn't been sharding expecting it!

P'tol leapt off the log and spread his arms as Llath launched from her ledge. Unfortunately for the rider, his arms did not work nearly as well as his green's gleaming membranes, and he plunged hip-deep into the river, shocking his system back into a semblance of P'tol. He sucked in a surprised breath, then splashed out of the water. Clothes-- he searched frantically for a moment, before it simply didn't matter any more. Clothes? Who needed clothes? He needed males, pretty males and strong ones, to Chase after him so he could pick like a little girl picking candy from a stall. Only a male could appease the need that gripped him as he pelted through the jungle, bare feet flashing as he darted on a familiar path.

The greenrider came out on the drumheights and screamed his desire to the skies as Llath rushed past him, her normally vivid hide practically neon with her Rising, a brilliant green figure in the sky. P'tol flung his hands up as if he could touch the sky and cried out again as she growled her lust into the clear blue afternoon. Males! She needed them all, so she could pick the very very best! Where were her candies, delicious and just there for her Choosing?? For Llath was RISING!!

[reqqy]

Z'hin scowled out over the expanse of water, turning back to the dressing he was in the process of changing. At least it wasn't swollen and oozing fluids anymore, but the tail still looked...terrible. Discolored and clearly broken in one place. It had set wrong. The brownrider kept on trying to urge Jessereth to cooperate and actually see a dragonhealer - or bring Kali up here - but the brown would have none of it, and in the dragon's present mood? The man felt fairly certain any healer that came within range would end up fleeing for their lives. Most dragons weren't so openly vicious, but Jessereth honestly didn't care. The only thing that might stop him would be the threat of banishment...and that was hardly a concern at Selenitas. Thus the brownrider's scowl.

He was just replacing the bandaging when the brown snatched it up in his teeth, rending the fabric in a show of peevishness that very nearly resulted in Z'hin's losing a couple fingers. "Shells, what is wrong with you?" Taking a step back, the rider glared up at his dragon. No more. I'm fine. We're going out. "No we're not. I meant it when I said you were on probation. You haven't even shown a hint of remorse about Calistoth's Flight - nor an inkling of understanding. I can't trust you." The hatchling is unimportant, and Rath is no match for me. Your concerns are unfounded. "When did you ever get to be so rash? You used to be the sensible one!" It's not rash when you already know the outcome.

Jessereth's head swiveled slowly toward the green that suddenly erupted from a nearby weyrledge. "What did I say about probation? I will sit on you." Just as slowly, the brown's head turned back, his teeth baring in a draconic grin that sent a shiver down Z'hin's spine. You can't stop me once it hits. Llath's rider is male, isn't he? "Jessereth..." But the brown was already moving, making for the edge of the weyrledge in two giant strides before flinging himself into the air. The lust hit his rider like a sledgehammer; Jess wasn't pulling any punches.

It was strong enough to send the man staggering. His mind strained to hold its own, but there really was little hope for that - Jessereth and Z'hin had a closer bond than most. A few seconds he wavered, struggling, not wanting a boy, much less one from his own weyrling class - and unwilling to lose to Jessereth, who was doing this out of sheer spite. No match. He bowed to it before the lust could completely overwhelm him, feeling the need swell in his chest. Where...? That cry! Eyes widening, he bellowed his response, hoping the canyon would carry it to Llath's. Z'hin erupted into a lope, discarding his tunic as he ran. Why so high? No, no, high was right. Clever Llath.

By the time he reached the heights, his breath came quickly, the deeply scarred chest lathered in a fine sheen of sweat. He stopped within sight, rumbling a greeting deep in his throat. Beautiful Llath, gleaming.

Jessereth powered upwards, his downstrokes shortening the distance between the altitudes until the brown drew up even, still a fair distance from Llath. Not out of any genuine respect, of course, though he was determined to win her. No, it just left him more room to manuever than pressing close. He offered her a growling croon, before rolling almost lazily through the air, displaying his battle-scarred hide for her to see.

[dragon]

Ever since losing Tanith's flight to Lewleth, Kindrith had been in a mood. After making his landing on the sea beaches, the blue had refused to return to the weyr where that dungheap of a brown resided with his queen. And nothing E'yan could say to the blue had made a bit of difference.

Days, now, they had been out here, pretty much isolated from the weyr. E'yan had pitched a tent in the shade of a tree, and was there sitting in the opening of the tent, tuning his gitar. It had taken him a long time to hike that far, with the tent, some clothes and food, and his gitar strapped to his back. But he felt he should stay with his lifemate for a time, and possibly cheer the blue up some. Cause his mood was dreadful.

E'yan really hated to think it, as he plucked a string experimentally, but the blue needed another flight to bust him out of these doldrums. Another pretty green to be his new queen of the sky. Something to make him forget Lewleth. For despite the blue's short memory, as long as he dwelled on the topic, the blue wasn't going to forget.

And E'yan rather liked the lad that was Lewleth's rider. He had a few problems to over come, but then - who didn't? He'd hate to see thier dragons fighting over something as petty as a flight long since gone.

Kindrith had moved from his spot on the beach only long enough to hunt up a meal from the forest, before returning to the beaches and go back to sulking. And there he'd sat for quite some time, now.

E'yan was trying to think of something to do to get his blue up and moving again, when there came another round of lusty roars from the weyr. Well ... there was the wished-for flight. Unfortunately ... or maybe it was a good thing ... they were quite a ways away.

As the first call reached Kindrith's ears, the dragon only twitched minutely. And then it registered in his weary mind what it was he was hearing. And at that, his head snapped up and turned to look back at the weyr. On his feet in an instant, the blue unwittingly sprayed his rider in a wash of sand.

"GAH!" E'yan said, clapping a hand over his eyes.

She Rises! Mine! The blue said, all thoughts of the previous flight banished from his mind. He leapt into the air with all the power he could summon from his legs, before beating that first powerful downdraft. The wind from his winds blew over the tent that was behind E'yan, and it collapsed like a smashed moth, fluttering down to rest in a pile.

E'yan glanced at it momentarily, still rubbing grit out of his eyes. The lust pouring out of his dragon like a tide unchecked was fit to blow the man over. As lust-numbed as he was, that was still some intense emotion. The gitar, normally so well taken care of, was cast aside without care. Luckily, it fell into the flattened folds of the tent, and was spared any harm as the bluerider cast about the forest around him, searching for his green.

Where was she?!

Kindrith made altitude quickly, searching for her gleaming hide. Where was she? He had heard her, he knew she was there somewhere. And then he spotted her, climbing fast out of the canyon. He uttered a loud bugle of his own, heralding his own arrival in the flight. Kindrith made sure that she knew he was coming. He would be there for her!

And then the worst possible thing ever to happen did: a brown emerged from that self same canyon, hot on her tail. Well ... hotter on her tail than Kindrith currently was. He was still making his way back from the shoreline.

Lust was burning high in his blood, but now another element was added again: hatred. That brown was NOT going to steal his queen AGAIN!! Over his dead body!! Fiery passion drove the blue forward even faster, closing that gap quickly between himself and the flight that was getting underway without him.

Thankfully, just getting to the flight wore him down just enough to sap most of his battle-eager notions. He might still take the chance to swipe at or snarl at the brown, but he was no longer fresh enough to plow straight into all out battle with the big brown. Not that he had been particularly fresh to start with.

And he was gritty. That wouldn't do. Kindrith took a last minute dive, and slipped through the spray of the waterfall. The pouring liquid washed all the grit away, and made him shiny again. Glittering water droplets sprayed off the trailing edges of his wings and his tai as he powered back up into the sky again, chasing Llath. He had a lot of ground to make up again, after that quick wash. But now he was presentable to his queen!

Kindrith bugled again, letting her know he had arrived, even as he worked hard to close the remaining distance between them. That wherryheap ahead of him was no match for Kindrith's agility and speed.

[Tashe]

Slowly rotating the shinny piece of metal that Nuisance had brought back to him, the Brownrider sighed quietly before handing it back the Mandyr. "I don't know where you got this. But return it." For you! Youyouyouyou foryou! "Shard it, someone is probably looking for this bobble." Shinny shinny, you for you for. Nuisance was well... a nuisance sometimes, he never listened to him. The salamandyr lived up to his name, and all the expectations E'rro had had for the species, not putting them in his good favors. Giving up on trying to convince the Blue that he didn't want the piece of metal, the Brownrider itched his exposed chest before stretching out over the blanket he'd taken down with him. The Waterfall had turned out to be one of E'rro's favorite places to come and think, it's loud thundering drowned out all other noises, except maybe the occasional Dragon roar. It was also a surprisingly good place to tan, not many people ventured close to the waterfall, so there for it was usually free of bothersome Riders.

Twitching his wings as something jerked him awake, Ismaroth rose to his feet in slight confusion, not knowing what could have woke him up so quickly. Then it hit him, forcing him to turn his head to the side and gaze in the direction of the rising Green, who he felt but could not see. /Romine, I must go./ No. No no no. You can't! /I have to Mine, she calls and I must answer. I cannot stop, even for you./ Leaping off of the Weyrledge as he sent forth a response to the Green's challenge, the Brown angled himself so he could ride the currents up and over the waterfall, setting his swirling gaze upon the brilliant hide of Llath. He took a mere moment to take note of his surroundings, and in that time he noticed another darker Brown, clearly a challenger to win the Green's affections. He wasn't about to let the other Brown have an easy flight, he would give the male a run for his marks, he would win the beautiful green. The Blue? He wasn't a threat. He was a lesser color than he. Stretching out his consciousness toward the female with a croon, preforming his own aerial stunt in the process, dipping to the left before rolling to the right.

He'd never felt like this before, the lust almost hurt as it burrowed into his chest and mind, while an unknown force drove him forward. He had to get to the Drumheights, and he had to get there now, but there wasn't a boat within his vicinity. Growling as the need grew stronger, E'rro forced himself in the opposite direction of the heights to get to a part of the river that was slower moving, leaping in without removing any of his clothing. It took him longer than he would have liked to battle the currents, but eventually he made it to the other side, pausing only to recover some of his breath that had been taken away by the cold water.

Five steps, three steps, two steps! He had finally reached the top of the long stairway that lead to the Drumheights, but it certainly had been a work out. Looking up from the water droplets that where collecting in the dust from his hair, E'rro released himself into the lust, feeling his mind join with his Brown. A growl escaped his lips as the Brown entered his sight, as a contender he wasn't welcome in Ismaroth's books, but it wasn't long before the Green attracted his entire attention. She/he was like a Queen, shining... almost ethereal, Llath was the most amazing Green he'd ever seen. Llath would be his, and only his! Prowling forward, Ismaroth tossed his Brown mane out of his face, moving his body so that his wet shirt traveled over his stomach and chest. He was the best.

[Avu]

"Where did you get this?" One of the Bronzerider's eyebrows inched towards his hairline, confusion clear on his face as he waggled the gleaming green hair clip at Stupid, the 'mandyr frilling defiantly. Pretty, mine! he protested, launching himself onto his Bonded's hand and plucking the hair clip from it, teeth clamped tightly around the ornament. Mine. Did someone /give/ that to the little monster? Corinth asked dubiously, craning his neck to peer inside His' weyr. T'rid shrugged, watching as Stupid gnawed happily on the clip, mumbling contentedly to himself. Pretty...shiny like pretty...love...love shine pretty. "I don't see why they'd've done it," the Bronzerider muttered, shrugging his bewilderment as he returned his gaze to the scrolls that lay on the desk in front of him. Lovely of S'rei, wasn't it, to get sick and make him lead Wing Drills? And wasn't it just his luck that said Wing happened to contain K'lir?

Tapping his fingers lightly against the desk, T'rid had just - with a rather reluctant sense of weariness - started to mark a note when a scream - a human scream - broke through whatever concentration he'd had previously. "What the - ?" Two waves of lust hit simultaneously, Stupid's and Corinth's, and T'rid reacted instinctively, lunging at the 'mandyr and grabbing him, flinging him into a trunk and slamming the lid shut, locking it as he struggled against the bronze dragon's lust, Stupid's fury, and the desire to seek out the Rising green's mindmate. Who? Where? STUPID! MY PRETTY! MINE MINE MINE, PRETTY! STUPID WANT PRETTY! OUT! OUT! No longer did the brown 'mandyr's shrieks register; no longer did anything register save for the lust pounding through him, the heat rushing the length of his body as his head whipped from side to side, hazel eyes narrowing. Curious. Where was his green...?

Corinth had wasted no time seeking out Llath, not even bothering to inform T'ridhis whom he was Chasing, nor the fact that said green was Bonded to a male. He'd find that out soon enough. Besides, he should have expected it, as Corinth had been carefully Chasing only greens with male Riders. Bronze wings flared as the dragon flung himself from the weyrledge, wasting no time in ascending swiftly skywards, arching his neck as he bugled to Llath, whipping around on one wing to turn himself in the direction of the Drumheights just as he caught sight of Llath's glowing, vibrant green form. Lovely, lovely queen. And not unpopular, either, the bronze realized with a flash of jealousy, flicking one wing disdainfully at the other suitors: two browns and a blue. It didn't matter, though - surely Llath would see him, first? Yes, they had arrived ahead of him - but so what? It didn't matter. Wouldn't matter.

His wide, outstretched wings catching a wind, Corinth followed Llath as she bypassed the Drumheights where Hers was, veering on one wing in a quick loop around it, throwing back his head in another bugle of sheer ecstasy. This was life, beauty, truth; this was fantastic. And why not, with such a lovely green ahead of him? The bronze dragon dropped his wings slightly, falling back - all the better to be seen, no? - slightly, flaring his wings as he whipped himself nearly vertically upwards and then dropped again, falling level with Llath. Pretty, pretty...very pretty indeed.


T'rid/Corinth was having a hard time getting to P'tol/Llath - mostly due to Stupid, who would not cease his shrieks of indignation. MINE! MY PRETTY, YOU STUPID, YOU DIE! Surprisingly loud thumps were heard on the inside of the empty trunk, but the young bronze didn't care - couldn't care. Stupid didn't matter now. Llath mattered. His pretty green mattered; he needed to find his green! Where was s/he? Drumheights. A soft, frustrated growl started in the back of his throat - why was P'tol/Llath so far away? He wanted to be there now, not take the time to get there - as T'rid/Corinth trotted silently out of his weyr, eyes narrowing in a foggy contemplation. Which way was quickest? Ah, yes...up.

And thusly, up the Bronzerider went, and if his legs protested the sudden spurt of motion without warming up, he didn't notice. Up...his breath came a little short as he growled, shaking his head as he discarded his tunic somewhere along the way, and then - ah! Here was his green. Lovely Llath. His gaze slid over the Greenrider, an almost feral hunger dominating the gaze, a pleased smile tugging at his lip as he answered P'tol/Llath's scream with a low croon, head inclined forward slightly as he alternately clenched and loosened his hands, yearning...

[boober]

There was a sudden rush of cold air as a large dark form suddenly appeared in the air above the drum heights, eyes whirling darkly with lust. Dramuth barely touched the ground as His took a sliding leap from his neck, slipping down his shoulder like rainwater on rocks and landing in a crouch on the ground that was every bit as smooth and fluid. Aryna rose just as her brown pushed off the ground with powerful hind legs. Dramuth loosed a bellow, letting Llath know that he was in this Chase. Losing Flights had become tiresome, but the brown had quickly discovered that watching Flights pass him by without even a chance was even more so. Thus as soon as he felt the tug of a greenflight, he’d vanished, much to his rider’s bewilderment. But as soon as they had appeared over the drum heights, Aryna understood all too well as she felt the familiar lust spread through her body to cloud and overwhelm her mind. Even as she began to throw off her riding gear, it was somehow made to look seductive, pale gray eyes fastened on Llath’s as Aryna approached him slowly. It had been a while since she’d participated in a Flight, and as odd as it sounded, part of her actually missed it.

How much of this sentiment was Aryna and how much was her brown was hard to say, as Dramuth agreed whole-heartedly; it had been entirely too long since he’d chased after a female, especially one as exquisite as Llath! The brown powered up after her, answering her cries with his own as he raced toward that glowing, beautiful green. There was no way he could have ignored her even if he’d wanted to, and who would want to ignore something so wonderful, so glorious? Llath was the only thing that held Dramuth’s attention. Even as other males began to arrive from various directions, from whatever tasks they’d been at when that alluring cry had gone up, the brown had eyes only for the lovely green vision before them. He would win her! He was determined, even as he finally drew even with her altitude that he would make every effort to impress this stunning beauty and leave his mark upon her. It was what drove him onward, his large wings blurring in his effort to keep pace. Stunts would come later; for now, he was simply trying to… get back into the swing of things, for lack of a better word. It wouldn’t stop him from winning this beauty, though.


[[Sorry for the uberlame post, but I'm in a bit of a hurry ^^;; I might come back and edit later...]]

[neeuqtar]

Oh! So many pretty boys Chasing after her! Llath wanted to taste them all, to pick right now so that she could have her fun, but some biological imperative drove her onwards, higher and faster. They were gaining on her, their wings so much bigger than her brilliant green membrane. Llath executed a wingtip turn, blazing past the flock of males right past their noses, checking them all out with her flashing red-violet eyes.

A blue. He stuck out to her first as she went over the mental image of the boys, barrel-rolling to the left, right into a thermal that shot her upwards with a minimum of effort. Kindrith was towards the back, but he gleamed wet, spray flying from his hide and running along his muscles. If he could keep up with her, he would be a worthy mate, likely the most agile of her followers.

Three browns. Jessereth had been the first after her, a handsome male. But though Llath was not a jealous dragon by any stretch of the imagination, she had seen how Jess Chased anything that Flew, gold or green. His violence scared her--he scared her. Any display of that temper would certainly be enough to drive her away from him. Ismaroth... he was more of an unknown to her. Light and well, built, and full of youthful vigor. Well, she would test that youth! Was he worthy of her?

Llath flicked to her latest Chaser, Dramuth, as she folded her wings, plummetting along the waterfall, her talons raking at the sprays of water, the mist limning her form with silver. She pulled up short of the river, darting above the canopy of the jungle, so close that leaves brushed her hide, banking around the slightly taller trees and picking a pathway across the verdant green. Birds flew out from around her in a shrieking procession, but she ignored them. Dramuth... He was handsome, the darkest of all the browns, but she knew nothing about him. He must be tested!

And then there was the bronze. Llath had a soft spot for bronzes. They were just so shiny! She hadn't spent much time with Corinth, but she was worried the bronze wouldn't be able to keep up with her tricky twists and turns, no matter how shiny he was. She trilled playfully. Well, if he couldn't keep up with her, then he didn't deserve to play with her! The green dragon flared her wings, turning forward motion into altitude once more, flicking her tail at the boys that followed as she flew directly at the sun, trying to blind them so they could not see what she was doing. No matter that she couldn't see very well, either...

[Avu]

Pretty. She was so pretty! Corinth offered her an encouraging croon. Fly far, Llath, fly high - all the better when she Chose. Chose him? Hopefully. He was by far, was he not, the most worthy? Surely she'd appreciate that. Such a clever, beautiful green couldn't possibly not appreciate it, after all! Right? Right. Of course. The bronze's wings propelled him forward swiftly; the distance between Llath and himself decreased slightly - or was that merely a trick of the light, a hopeful imagining? Surely it had been so? The bronze flicked his wings to the side, dropping and claiming a spot off to the side, offering her a warble to catch the green's attention. See him? Shiny, pretty, big bronze? He could be hers if she so desired...

Her wingtip turn sent her shooting across in front of him, Corinth flaring out his wings sharply and dropping one to whirl around after her, the instinctive maneuver sending him into a tumble; when his wings snapped open again, he caught sight of Llath's glowing form again and angled his wings, following her dutifully. The waterfall - what was it about waterfalls, rivers, and jungles that so attracted Rising females?! The bronze hesitated at the top before he closed his wings, dropping headfirst down the waterfall, belly and legs dampened by the spray from the waterfall.

Corinth's wings snapped out sharply when he judged the timing to be correct, the change sending him forward - the jungle! The jungle. He shouldn't be surprised. He really shouldn't. But he was. Surely there was one female somewhere that didn't automatically head towards the jungle in her Flight? Well...at least Llath hadn't just plunged headlong in. That was a good start, yes? The bronze's path sent him up, to one side of the green, and, as if to make up for his space from the jungle, Corinth pitched himself into a diagonal flip, uttering another soft croon, though there was a note of anxiety, almost imperceptible, hidden in it. Surely she could come away from those dangerous, pain-inflicting trees?

And she did. Rukbat enveloped her, silhouetted her, and Corinth ducked his head, narrowing his eyes, the first set of translucent lids flickering over his eyes in an attempt to squint. The brilliant light only added to his desire, and the bronze - rather recklessly - glided after her, the bronze wings barely moving as wind filled his sails, pushing him forward. Lovely. Lovely and tricky green...


YOU STUPID! YOU DIE! MAUL KILL EAT OUTOUTOUT! OUTOUT! Stupid's shrieks, although they went ignored, did vaguely register on T'rid/Corinth, who gave a quiet hiss of irritation, shaking his head in confusion. The 'mandyr's mental complaints drew him briefly out of the all-consuming lust; he blinked dazedly, the croon, aimed at P'tol/Llath, fading in his throat as his brow furrowed, turned into a confused whine. What - why - male. Male? Male? No. What? Why...? The Bronzerider shook his head again, one hand half-raised as if to rub his temples. No. Green. WANT OUT! NOW! T'rid took a step backwards, eyes widening in confusion, and then -

No. Ridiculous. As Corinth's desire grew, it completely shut out Stupid - rather impressive in itself, as that was something T'rid had not yet managed to do consciously - and the Bronzerider straightened, his hand dropping again as he deliberately stepped forwards, canceling out the backwards motion he'd made previously. Male? Pft. Of course not. P'tol/Llath was quite obviously a green.

[dragon]

Kindrith coninued to power after Llath with every ounce of speed he could muster, determined to close that horribly large gap between himself and her. Being so far away was excruiciating ... not to mention it made it awfully hard for her to see him, to know he was there. He crooned to her, even though he doubted she could hear him from where he was.

And then she was darting sideways, past everyone and around. His gaze followed her around, admiring her form and motion. Ah, well, maybe now being in back wasn't such a bad thing after all, if that was what she was going to do. Turning about on his own tail, he shot back downward again, arrowing after her like a thing possessed. How he was in the front of the pack! Miracle of miracles. And he intended to hang onto that position for as long as he could manage.

Ah, the water fall! The place he had just come from. A wonderful place, that ... not to mention it allowed him to show off his agility once again in the close walls of rock and plummeting water. Shooting downward through the falling spray, Kindrith's hide received yet another coating of the shining water to trail off his wings and hide. Spreading his wings wide with a dull thump, he shot out over the water, in hot pursuit of the lovliest tail in the weyr.

NOW she was close enough to hear him! He crooned to her again, resisting -barely- the urge to sing to her. Sing! He so wanted to sing to her. But he didn't. No, no song. He crooned lovingly to her instead, making sure she knew of his heart's total devotion to her. He was better than that bronze! He was even better than those three dungheaps of browns trailing along in the back! Ha! Browns were no better than a wherry pile. Ah, but Kindrith ... he was the best of the lot! A shining, loving, incredibly agile Blue. The leader of the pack - if only for the moment - and by far the best male of the lot.

Kindrith watched in amazement as she took off for the jungle. What was she doing, doing that for? Didn't she know she was in danger of hurting her wings, doing that? But at least she was above the canopy. Rising above the treetops as he left the river, Kindrith shot after her, matching her moves with the best of his agility, swerving around taller trees and craggy snags alike. The trees below him blew past like a blurr, all worn into one dull green color. Nothing like the magnificence of her sparkling green hide! She appeared even more beautifully ethereal now that she was covered in the same sparkling waterdroplets that covered his own oiled hide.

Upward she went, and upward he followed. But here he swerved slightly off to one side. Had he trailed directly behind her, he most assuredly would have been blinded by Rukbat beyond her. But slightly off to the side now, like he was, he could see her much better. Rukbat's glare most assuredly did dim his vision as he attempted to squint against it, but it did not render him totally blind, as he was not looking directly at it.

Kindrith sped his wingbeats up again, now that he was away from the forest. Here he would have to really stay sharp to stay ahead of that bronze ... or even those browns. Straight flight he knew they would win every time ... thus he hoped that his beautiful Llath would not fly straight, as she seemed to be currently doing. Any kind of aerial maneuvers, and the Flight would be his, wings down. He was sure of it.

[Tashe]

By Benden and Selenitas, she had to be the most amazing Green he had ever set his eyes upon. And when she raked the river, and the water droplets refracted her glow? She had to have come from the Heavens, only such a Divine creature could! Twisting upward and then spinning slightly as he followed Llath downward, Ismaroth eyed the Green, pulling his lips back in a dragonic smile. Now up? Such a crafty Lady! If only all the Greens at Benden had her spirit! Swiveling his pinions so he could drop into a lower thermal, the Brown faithfully followed Llath through her zigs and her zags over the jungle's top, allowing his talons to occasionally rake the leaves below. The pretty one wasn't the only one who could send up sprays behind them, even if his was more strategic than her's might have been.

Oh, what was the Queen going to do next?! She had her wingdragons, all she needed to do was to give the next command, and they would follow her through whatever she deemed necessary. Up again? Yes, he would ascend, but maybe not as high or far into Rukbat as the others. No, no he would follow Llath underneath, yet still close enough to catch her scent and hear her distinctive wing beat. Pumping his wingsails, Ismaroth veered slightly to the left to catch a quick moving thermal, riding it until he was exactly where he wanted to be. Where was she? There she was! The sun was making it hard to see her, but sight wasn't his only sense! When Llath descended, he'd be there waiting for her, so he could follow, hoping to be deemed worthy by such a female as she.

So far gone in flight lust, Ismaroth didn't even notice (or care) that Llath-P'tol was a male, in his mind... Llath-P'tol was a Green, something to be desired and adored! He was handsome, so very very handsome. Oh, but the others were just as pretty as Ismaroth, poor Green. He had to decide which one was the best, but the answer was almost too obvious! He of course was the sharpest talon of the bunch, and he was the only one who should truly be worthy of her attentions, the others... the others were insignificant.

(Bleh)