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Post by Administrator on Oct 12, 2007 21:05:13 GMT -5
All was calm on the bright, crisp morning. Robika was up and about, chattering with the kitchen people about something or other. Her victim, a young girl who looked distressed about having such a rider trail about her so, was nodding helplessly as Robika went on and on in an obviously one-sided conversation.
"...so I said to him, 'Sorry, I just don't like men!' Do you get it? Men just aren't exactly appealing to me. It's not like I don't like them, but I don't exactly want to bring them to my furs, you know? I just don't want to sleep with a-" However, mid-sentence, Robika stopped and frowned. The drudge girl looked back at her timidly. She hadn't stopped at all except to take a breath here and there, and this was definitely a change. The girl waved a hand in front of Robika's face, but the woman seemed so out of it that she didn't notice.
On the edge of the canyon, Kmarath bugled a challenge, her green hide glittering even more radiantly in the morning sun. She spread her wings, the seafoam color standing out against the dew-covered backdrop of the jungle. She wanted her males- were there going to be any that would want her just as badly as she wanted them? Well, she'd give them the opportunity to try and prove themselves!
Robika somehow made her way to a boat, guiding herself across the river in a daze, her mind longing to become one with Kmarath. But no- she needed the Flight weyr before she could relinquish her own thoughts. She was eager for this Flight- she wasn't a very lustful being, but she fervently hoped she would meet someone through this who she would love. There was always the worry, of course, that there wouldn't be women dragonriders joining in, but she confidently believed it wouldn't happen. Everything would be well.
Kmarath trumpeted one last call before kicking herself off the edge of the canyon into the air. She was ready to Fly!
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Post by ravenmane on Oct 13, 2007 8:57:52 GMT -5
P'nor was found within the Records Room on that Peaceful day. He had been there for many hours, refusing to leave when Cyanth bothered him. The rider was busy reading some interesting stories of previous Gold Flights. He wanted to know anything that would fulfill his ambitions. A challenging bugle rang in the air, penetrating the room in which P'nor was. The man thunked his head against the table at which he sat.
Kmaranth Rises, Mine. Cyanth cooed to his rider as the great Bronze beast observed the seafoam colored Green. P'nor cursed loudly and stormed out of the Records Room. [Didn't just give Chase to a Green lately, you Monster?" Cyanth's booming chuckled echoed in his rider's head, momentarily stunning the man. I didn't win. I want to win. Kmaranth's rider is Robika. After that, P'nor couldn't hold back the stream of curses that left his lips. P'nor picked up speed as he saw Robika. The rider moved to the Green's side, his eyes watching her with mixed feelings.
Cyanth darted after Kmaranth, crooning lustflly to the Green. Fly High, Dear Kmaranth. Fly far so the others can not catch you. You dance through the sky like the wind in the clouds. Cyanth glanced about him as he looked for any competitors. His eyes whirled a deep violet as he watched for rivals for beautiful Kmaranth.
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Post by saberlin on Oct 13, 2007 13:52:34 GMT -5
R'ton heard the call of a green dragon and his eyes shot wide. He had been dreading such things happening since he had met Eya. He genuinely liked the girl and was constantly wondering whether or not his bronze would go against his wishes of not being with another green and their rider.
**oh hush. This green is not my type. Go back to bed.** Came the drowsy yawn and rumble of his Bronze. R'ton relaxed and sank back under his sleeping furs. Good, he didn't have to worry then...
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Post by lilliana on Oct 13, 2007 16:14:54 GMT -5
Corth raised his head groggily as he was awoken by the green Kmarath's bugle, watching as her wonderful form launched into the skies. The brown knew that he shouldn't -- he adored his Anemith, loved her, and would never be disloyal to her. But this urge to Fly, urge to get into the skies, was too much for the exhausted brown...and, with a single sweep of his wings, he was airborn.
He bugled his entrance to the flight, his sole focus on the glowing prize before him as his strong wings beat. Unlike Cyanth, however, Corth did not bother to attempt to swoon the lovely maiden with words. They would make no difference. If you focused on your flight, on your prize, however, it could make all the difference on Pern. His sole competition was a bronze, but that would likely change. And a bronze, anyways, would not be as agile as himself. A brown Corth was, a deadglow he was not. He could outwit Cyanth -- of that he was sure. Kmarath would be his.
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Snorting quietly, I'ir continued to eat his breakfast, listening in on kitchen-folk chatter. Many drudges reffered to him as 'strange', 'quiet', or 'harsh' behind his back -- well, it was fairly true. He shook his head lightly, before calling one-such drudge over to get his bowl, and stood up, his hands swinging reflexively to cross on his chest. This was protested with a quiet chitter, and upon hearing the brown rider quickly brought his hands out, dipping them inside his jacket to scoop out a trembling little green 'lizard.
"Tremor, you really can't hide away like that," he scolded gently, his mouth curving into a rare smile. "You know better -- no, don't tremble. Don't tremb--" I'ir's words stopped abruptly, and he blinked in great surprise. Corth... he called hesitantly, feeling the brown's awareness peak as he heard a bugle. Corth -- Anemith -- not Kmarath!! His words did no good. Within moments, Corth was in the skies, bugling his own entrance.
By Faranth! Corth was never disloyal to Anemith -- never! He hurried out of the Dining Hall, keeping his connection with Corth at a distance, so that he could get everything organized in his mind. He was still holding Tremor, and with another short movement, he had a small scrap that he scrawled a note on. Giving it to the little, timid green, I'ir told his flitter to find Lura, and stay with her. Blinking once more, he turned on his heel, and headed towards the flight room.
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Tremor shuddered lightly, but delivered the message to Lura. It read --
"Lura --
So sorry. Couldn't stop him. Do not know what came over him. I'll be in the weyr as soon as possible.
--I'ir"
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Post by missa on Oct 14, 2007 6:40:52 GMT -5
Mine, I ask one favour of you, and that is not to hate me. L'tarn would not want you alone.
With that comment, Sitath waited no longer for her agreement, but launched himself up, a bugle of acceptance coming from his throat. Ocean-like wings beat strongly, pushing himself higher into the air after the green that was rising, His would not likely forgive him in a hurry... Even so, the desire to chase was strong, and though he had waited, allowed His to tell him when he was ready, Sitath had finally had enough. He'd been alone too long, as had His, even if the rider was female, that didn't matter.
Zadari's head shot up at the blue's words, no matter how much love went through her at the sound of his sweet tones, nothing was going to save him from the dissapointment. She wasn't ready for a flight! Wasn't ready to care for someone again, but Sitath was. That thought stopped her curses mid breath, her green eyes going to the roof in what was a guesture of submission. For once, she would not be selfish, Sitath wanted to chase, then by Faranth the only thing she would do, would be support him. Do me one favour in return Sitath. Anything Mine. Win
His supported him! For the first time since L'tarn and Trith had betweened, Sitath had Zadari's support on whom he chose to fly, she had given no thought to who the rider was, had asked no questions, only told him, in her own way, to try his best. By Faranth, that was what he'd do. Even if the two other competitors were larger, of higher rank, in a flight, they were equal. Where they could last longer, Sitath was faster, and more agile.
A part of Zadari couldn't believe she'd just said that, yet another part of her knew Sitath was right. Too many turns had past, Sitath was lonely and shard it all, so was she. A mental command to Tirea, telling her to stay put, before she headed for the flight Weyr. She just had to keep her wits about her until then, until she got there. Once there, she relaxed, letting her mind join with Sitath's.
The wind swept by, brushing his wings, eyes whirled, filled with lust and longing. Voice rose in a tease to her, pushing himself up fursther, if her got higher than the others, then he might have an advantage. Fly lovely Kmarath, I will chase. The skies are yours to grace, lead us in a lively dance.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 14, 2007 7:29:00 GMT -5
((I'll take care of Lura in a different thread... later. xD And Ciara, it's Kmarath, not Kmaranth.))
Ha!! She had reeled a bronze in! Trumpeting in triumph, Kmarath didn't bother to respond to his voice in her head. She needed to conserve her energy and put it into the best Flight ever- she didn't want them to think her Flights were easy and small. No, her Flights were the best, better even than a queen's! She'd make this bronze never want to touch a queen dragon again in his life if he Flew for her!
Corth she did recognize; didn't he have a weyrmate? Well, it didn't matter- this brown was hers now, not Anemith's! Accelerating slightly, she tilted herself at an angle going up, the roar of the waterfall beneath her being almost deaf to her ears. Who cared about that stupid waterfall? Trilling at Corth, she flicked her glimmering green tail at him. Oh yes, she was much better than that silly green he was with all the time. She had never liked Anemith- too much competition. But now she had Corth all to herself...
Or perhaps Sitath was the most handsome? His blue hide had so much more color than brown or bronze. She had to admit, blues had been her favorite flirts and Chasers. Browns and bronzes were cocky, but humble blues treated her as a equal. Not to mention this blue had a female rider- Robika's preference when it came to mates. Shifting her attention to Sitath, she crooned a little before tipping into a barrel roll. Would they be able to keep up with this pace? Soaring directly into a steeper ascent, she pumped her wings harder and harder.
Robika made it to the Flight weyr, letting her mind form fully with Kmarath. If she hadn't, she may have been worried with the amount of men that had come to this Flight, but when she was Kmarath, the worried faded into pure lust. Preference didn't matter when it came to Flight- it was after that worried Robika. Somehow, she was fearful of waking up with a man in her furs. Fortunately, it relieved her at the arrival of Sitath, who's rider was a female. Hope rekindled, she threw herself completely into the Flight, knowing she was dragon- the one to Catch her would realize that. No human was Robika, but a glorious green dragon.
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Post by ravenmane on Oct 14, 2007 8:45:13 GMT -5
((I am really sorry Muse. I didn't mean too.))
Cyanth was tense as he followed Kmarath. The dragoness was beautiful and enticing. How the great Bronze wanted to dance with her across the skies. Kmarath would be Cyanth's Green. The one the others could not touch. The large dragon crooned to the smaller Green, his eyes whirling with lust.
He pumped his great Bronze wings as he flew after Kmarath. The giant creature growled at the Brown and Blue who decided to give Chase. Cyanth would not allow them to win Kmarath unless she wanted them. The Bronze gave another growl before turning his attentions back to Kmarath. She was the one he wanted.
Cyanth hoped that lovely Kmarath would give him a challenge. The wind carressed his wings as he flew after her, eyes a darkening violet. He had lost to a Blue iin Hertith's Flight and it wounded the Bronze's pride. He did not plan to lose this time. Cyanth crooned to Kmarath as they passed the roaring falls. She would be his.
P'nor had reached the Flight where Robika was. The man had become one with Cyanth long before reaching the Greenrider. Now, P'nor was the great Bronze Cyanth and Robika was lovely Green Kmarath. The rder just wanted to reach ou and caress her cheek, but it was taboo to interfere with a Flight. The riders of Corth and Sitath would not be very happy with P'nor if he did that. Longing was etched onto his face as he was again washed over by new emotion. Cyanth really wanted this Green if it was like this.
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Post by lilliana on Oct 14, 2007 15:31:56 GMT -5
Corth noticed the waterfall's roar acutely -- he was never one to be all-gone in a flight. He could be focused, but he had learned that it was a necessity to stay aware of your surroundings during a flight -- competitors had tried a dirty trick every now and again on him. However, he was much more in tuned to Kmarath's trill, along with the angle of her body as she swept above the rushing water. The brown swung over, close to her, and yet giving her her space. Proddy greens, he had long-since learned, liked to have air to breathe.
He accelerated with her, dipping slightly in the air and coming the smallest bit closer to Kmarath, allowing he didn't go beneath her -- she was too close to the fall, herself. His speed stopped abruptly, and he rose in the air, chancing a collision with the other chasers to resume his former position -- although it was quite unlikely that a collision would occur. The other chasers were agile and swift, and they weren't so stiff that they couldn't swing out of the way.
I'ir was Corth, in the air, soaring. But he also had his own troubles. Even Lura (or perhaps especially Lura, with her sharp tongue) couldn't keep Tremor from her bonded. The green appeared, thoroughly confused with the man's emotions, and attempted to burrow under I'ir's jacket as she always did. However, due to the fact that I'ir was Corth, and Corth had never had this privilege, there was a great deal of confusion on the ground. The brown rider blinked twice, seeing a green figure, and yet knowing it was not his glowing prize. Who was this little thing? She was recognized...and yet not placed...and she didn't belong there! Hissing quietly, I'ir/Corth batted at little Tremor, to her acute confusion, until she darted away and slipped under her bonded's sleeve. This just wasn't right...but his attention could not be focused on the creature. It had to be on other things. I'ir turned his gaze back to Robika, blinked a single time, and saw the roaring falls once more, with his glowing prize before him.
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Post by missa on Oct 15, 2007 5:05:10 GMT -5
It was obvious, that the minute the bronze had joined, the rest of them would suffer at a disadvantage, Bronze's were Kings, neither Brown, nor Blue, were. Their hides had a metallic sheen, his did not. However, Sitath was sure he could out fly him, if not last longer, maneuver himself to impress the green temptress that was Kmarath.
What was this, attention from the lovely green? Well, that indeed was encouraging! The blue's croon was a mere reply to her, before his entire attention was focused on her, and following her. The barrel roll couldn't be called easy for the lithe blue, yet he tried, mimicked her as best he could. However, the ascent, he could do. Wings angled to catch the wing better as he tucked his legs into his body, tail following each movement as he pushed himself higher into the air, whirling eyes not moving from Kmarath, the glowing beauty that meant everything at this moment.
The feeling of being one with her dragon this completely was one Zadari sorely missed, even if she wouldn't admit it. Lust pounded through her body, making every nerve seem heightened, like she was suddenly so much more aware of the people around her. One person in particular. Like Sitath's whirling eyes, her own were locked on Robika-Kmarath, longing to reach out to touch her, reach for her. Wanting to, yet holding herself back, Robika-Kmarath would choose, and none could change that...
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Post by Administrator on Oct 16, 2007 5:58:07 GMT -5
Kmarath trumpeted to her handsome chasers, alerting the whole Weyr that they were missing out on what would be the greatest Flight in their lifetime. And only three dragons dared fly it! Well, she didn't need anyone else. If these were the only dragons brave enough to try her, then she didn't want a weakling. Determined that they prove that they were, in fact, strong, her ascent became steeper and steeper. Her wings pumped harder with the effort, her breathing harder as her descent was made almost perpendicular to the ground.
Suddenly, she flipped backwards, trusting the wind to catch in her wings as she righted herself. Flying straight, she grunted with tired satisfaction as she found a strong thermal that carried her just where she wanted to go. Perhaps now she would take this easier moment to tease her Chasers. After all, what was a Flight without showing the males what their beautiful prize was? She crooned, and slowed a little.
First the bronze. Handsome, strong bronze dragon. She flicked her tail at him, allowing it to tickle his nose. She rarely had bronze participants in her Flight, so she definitely gave them plenty of thought in her choice. Even though Hers didn't like sleeping with riders of bronzes, this was her Flight. Bronzes were among the best of the males, with glimmering metallic coating that was capable of competing with her own glowing hide.
Moving on, she shifted in the direction of the brown. Once again, possessiveness came over her, and she almost came toward him close enough for him to catch her. Letting out a low, lustful trill, she dropped beneath him, flying beneath him, yet letting her tail rise up and caress his underbelly. Let's see if his weyrmate ever tried something like that! No, Kmarath had to let the brown know that his weyrmate could never, ever amount to her.
Rising from under him, she soared in the other direction. However, she hadn't forgotten the blue. How could she forget such a handsomely-colored dragon? She soared above her suitors this time, and looked down at them before descending just ahead of Sitath. She flicked her tail flirtatiously, as if beckoning him, but skirted ahead before he could comprehend that. Oh, how cruel she was! she thought evilly as she dipped a wing, turning.
Robika let out a low growl in her throat, full of the lust her dragon was feeling as she flirted with her followers. Mimicking her actions, she backed toward P'nor, her hand falling behind her to lightly caress his cheek. Handsome bronze! Backing further, she moved behind I'ir, her other hand coming up and casually trail about his waist. Strong brown! She repeated that action for Zadari, trilling her Rs as touched the woman's side and paused, using her forefinger and gesturing to herself lazily, but not meaning it. Wonderful blue! Such hard choices...
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Post by missa on Oct 16, 2007 7:55:49 GMT -5
Now, Sitath's wings were aching. Never before had he had to fly at such a steep climb, and it hurt. He hadn't been taught to do so, how the green was managing it was a mystery to this Blue. Breathing heavy, wings becoming tired... All of it was nothing compared to the desire, the need to follow Kmarath.
Quite suddenly, she flipped back and Sitath's wings flared in an effort to catch himself. Stopping him, just in case he misjudged or she misjudged (Such a thing impossible) and he managed to hurt her, that would never do. The moment she leveled out, Sitath was after her again.
How was it possible that one green could be so dazzling? So wonderfully beautiful in the skies. That every movement she made was with grace and majesty, it was something Sitath thought never to see. She teased, she tempted, but she never let them close enough to catch her. She encouraged them in her flight, grueling and hard as it was, making them want to fly after her till Rukbat set.
Her attention was on him, lovely Kmarath's attention was on him... How much Sitath wanted to flip for her, show her what he was able to do in the skies, yet knew that it would cost him energy he could ill afford to waste. Her tail flickered at him, such a tease she was... Her wing dipped and she turned, he hurried to copy. Sitath would not fail in this flight, not unless Kmarath sent him from her skies.
Zadari could happily say she was content to be lost with Sitath, knowing full well anything might happen. Her blue might win the flight, it was also entirely possible he wouldn't. When Robika approached it was all she could do not to reach out for her, like she long to, instead the sound she made was somewhat like a croon. Such a glorious, beautiful green.
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Post by lilliana on Oct 17, 2007 20:18:42 GMT -5
The sole brown that danced through the skies kept his eyes closely trained on the glowing prize before him. His wings were tiring, yes, but Corth would not let himself be reminded of it - and her bold trumpet just pushed painful thoughts farther out of her mind. The angle in their flight became tilted once more - not so that they were flying straight up, but the brown would not put it past the glowing Kmarath to try a few wingbeats. They rose above the Weyr, and his breathing became more and more struggled, until they were actually very close to flying straight up.
However, that move was obviously not going to be attempted, as Kmarath flipped, righting herself in time to catch a thermal. It was quite apparent that she was getting tired -- but she seemed to want to tease. No, now was not the time the end. Although, if Corth could maneuver correctly, perhaps...?
She flirted with the bronze first -- sharding creature. Just because he was a metallic, all the greens seemed to flock to him. No, that wasn't appreciated...but what could you do? After all, she was coming towards Corth, anyways. And there she was. The glowing green, just below him - he could probably catch her at this very moment...but then she dropped beneath him, the glowing green tail trailing across his underbelly. He crooned sweetly to her, until she pulled up and away to go flirt with the lowly blue.
Dark eyes followed Robika/Kmarath, just as Corth's followed the real Kmarath in the skies. I'ir felt slight irritation as the woman went first to P'nor, hissing quietly in the back of his throat. He was just as good as any bronze, after all! However, much like his dragon, the irritation slipped away as Robika/Kmarath came to him, and the attempt to catch the hand that teased his waist was feeble. Let her have her fun - but when that was over, he'd be here. Oh, yes, he certainly would!
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Post by ravenmane on Oct 18, 2007 19:40:20 GMT -5
Cyanth dove after as Kmarath, his eyes whirling so quickly that they were a blur. The Bronze grunted slightly as the steep dive seemed to tear away his wings. The copper bronze dragon snorted as Kmarath swooped backwards.
The Great Bronze backwinged as he desperately tried to correct himself. Cyanth climbed through the air, following the glistening Green as though losing her would mean death.
The Bronze wanted a companion, one for him and one for P'nor. Green Hertith had been one chance for a mate even if would be until she Rose again, but beautiful and powerful Kmarath was the best choice for a Bronze.
She showed power and control, but the other males Chasing her did not. In Cyanth's eyes, he was the only real candidate for mighty Kmarath. The Bronze continued to give small growls to his rivals, but paused to croon as Kmarath touched him.
The Bronze growled deep within his throat as he watched the intoxicating Green brush against Corth and Stitath. The Bronze was infuriated that those creatures dare challenge him, a dragon worth flying a Queen. It was one of his Bronze rank that created those misfits and they did not deserve such a percious Green.
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P'nor gave a small trill of pleasure as he felt the gentle caress of Robika/Kmarath. She flew strong and showed promise as a possible partner for P'nor/Cyanth. The Bronzerider clenched his hands into fists as Cyanth's anger flowed to his very core. It was all he could do from lunging at Brown Corth/I'ir and Blue Sitath/Zadari.
[Win her, Cyanth. Win Kmarath for you and Robika for me.]
I will.
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Post by Administrator on Oct 20, 2007 17:51:04 GMT -5
Kmarath admired her choices one last time. She was tired; the Flight was finished. The cold wind felt good on her tired bones, but her blood was still hot. She had one last thing to do before she was allowed to call this quits. Actually, she thought, the Flight just seemed to sweeten this moment of sheer triumph. She had worked hard, and now was the time to reap what she had worked for. She crooned, signaling to the males that it was time. Someone would have her! Her eyes glimmering a brilliant shade of metallic purple, she fell back to her Chasers. Her mind was made up. Her wings ached, but she had enough energy for what she was about to do- to choose the bronze? Or the brown? Or the blue...?
Sidling toward Sitath, she crooned to the blue, dropping back to allow him access to her wing-joints. Though bronzes and browns were nice, Kmarath was fond of blues. They were humble and loving, just like she wanted. And Sitath had fought so well for her! Twining her tail and neck with his, she let loose a low trill just for him, her handsome dragon.
Robika let a warm croon-like noise escape her throat, and she pressed back immediately toward Zadari, her most worthy. Not waiting for anything, Robika grasped the woman's waist, bringing her mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. The need for this woman was overwhelming, and Robika/Kmarath had no time to wait. Hands drifting over to the woman's belt, Robika waited for no approval as she fought to undo it. The Flight was over; time to enjoy it.
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Post by missa on Oct 20, 2007 22:08:44 GMT -5
His wings ached, they hurt, and he was tired. Yet Sitath refused to give in, green Kmarath would grow tired eventually, and then she would have to choose. She'd have to, or risk being injured when her mate would be too tired to support her in the skies. A croon, she was ready to be caught... The first feeling Sitath recongised was the hope, hope it was him, but resigned to the fact it may not be.
She'd chosen him! Lovely, glorious Kmarath had chosen him of her suitors. A low, sweet croon from Sitath, accepting and caring as he twined his neck and tail with hers. Nothing made the blue happier than to realise she had chosen him, a green in her flight had chosen him. He hadn't had to out smart the others, or be better than them, Kmarath had chosen him.
The low sound from Zadari's throat was a mixture of a croon and a trill, even as she met Robika/Kmarath, her glorious prize. Hands laid upon her waits, and a shiver went through her, need, desire. Zadari's own hands at first tangled in her hair, attempting to bring the other closer. She'd worked hard to win the attentions of the woman before her, and shard it all, she was going to enjoy the reward.
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