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Post by saberlin on Dec 4, 2007 18:44:30 GMT -5
Rodonth flew onward. One thing on his mind.... Mayeth....Mayeth.... Great Mayeth! He had to get to her, he had to have her. He would let no other in. He may be bronze and his staying power was great. But he worried slightly at the blue's agility. Himself by no means as small as the green or blue. He would have to outlast and out wit. It was the only way to stay in the game.
R'ton down below still had his hand held out to Eya. He didn't want her to have to go through any pain. He didn't want her to have to suffer what she had before. Finally making his mind up he moved over to her and scooped her lust over powered body into his strong arms.
"I am taking her to a mating room where she can be alone. You both can come and make sure that I put her in alone. That way she can ride this out without any harm coming to herself that she does not wish done." It was the only thing he could think of. Now all he wished was that she didn't squirm too much in his arms. That would make it difficult to carry her to safety.
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Post by thialyn on Dec 4, 2007 19:37:52 GMT -5
Mayeth continued to fall from the heavens, laughing at the dragons diving to catch her. She had her wings tucked in for maximum speed, tail straight and ready to change her headlong plunge into a graceful turn, eyes bright with lust and longing. Even with this short rest, her muscles were beginning to tire. The blue and bronzes had forced her to agility she had never dreamed of, even for her small size. She had flown higher and faster than ever before. And it had taxed what strength she had saved for this moment, this time of freedom. She would need to choose soon, or else she would tire and it would not be her choice any longer. One of these males had to catch her, and it had better darn well be someone of her choosing.
Eya hardly noticed when R'ton bent to pic her up in his arms. Mayeth's desire had peaked, dragging her rider into the air to be with her. Besides, even if Eya had been of her own mind, had her own mind, she would have been too weak from fighting to do more than shudder. Then, she was resigned to her fate. It always happened, and it most likely always would. Flights were not the miraculous love affairs some thought them to be. Eya knew them for their true face, their true pain and horror. She knew what was coming. Mayeth would be caught by the dragon of her choosing, and Eya would be trapped with that dragon's rider, unable to defend herself even when her mind was free from her dragon's grasp.
It was near the Flight rooms--where most Eya's nightmares took place and where R'ton had treacherously taken her--that the greenrider felt something change in the desire flowing inexorbably over into her rider. It was that change that brought her violently from her resignation, and she pushed off of R'ton, forgetting to catch herself in the process. But it didn't matter. She could do nothing but watch from her knees as her Mayeth fell, ignorant of any presence but the green's in her mind.
It was time to choose, Mayeth felt. The ground was drawing nearer, but not so near as to be dangerous. Still, she wanted this Flight to be one to remember for her rider. It was their first in this new Weyr. Mayeth had found the dragons here different than Fort, so their riders had to be different as well. Even in her lust, she was thinking of her rider. So, it was with a laughing trill at the dragons falling after her, that Mayeth spun so she was facing the ground. With a deft flick of her tail, she angled upwards slightly, so she could open her wings a little at a time. And then she would shoot away from these dragons, seeing who was fast enough to catch her as she stalled mid-flight.
But her plan was not to be. For as Mayeth opened her wings, gilded in silver radiance, something tore. The membrane of her wings that had been ripped by the trees upon her crash in the jungle, could not take the stress of the steep dive and violent if graceful pull-out and the scar tissue, barely visable in daylight, tore then, causing Mayeth to screach her pain and anger at her own body. But she could not arrest her fall. To flap her wings, to put pressure on the torn sails caused too much pain. It sent fire up her limbs! Her eyes from violet to yellow in an instant, she flipped over, looking for help from the dragons above. She creeled her distress, holding her wings as far out as she could to try and slow her plummet. Rondoth! she called out to the bronze with a panicked bugle. The Flight had gone horribly wrong! This wasn't supposed to happen! They were supposed to catch her, not she cry out for help! But no matter what it was supposed to be, the green needed help, and so if Rondoth were quick, strong, he could catch the desperate green who called for his aid.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Dec 5, 2007 10:59:21 GMT -5
((Don't worry, Sabe. xP ))
F'lan, yet standing, looked at R'ton blankly. Did the man really think moving this greenrider was going to change anything about how she felt? He seriously doubted she'd never been in a flight room before, and if it hadn't helped then, why should it now? Whatever. The bronzerider obviously was suffering from the lusts of the flight and not thinking clearly. The bluerider didn't much care where they took her; he was certain the experience would be equally traumatic regardless.
Wrenth was beginning to feel the strain. Not enough to slow him - not yet, anyway - but enough to know that Mayeth must nearly be at her limit. This was where he had to move. Before she became slow enough for the bronzes to easily catch, and before Wrenth's endurance flagged. He witnessed the angling of her tail just before he would have to pull out of his headlong dive. There! That's where she'd go! But instead of pacing her, he found he'd overshot her, his strong and healthy wings having no problem bearing up under the pressure. Something was wrong. She had to pull up or suffer a crash, and at this velocity -
It was possible that Mayeth had simply reached a level of agility he'd never seen before, but, more likely, she was in danger. Though lust still drove him, it took a backseat to his concern. Wrenth angled into a tight turn seconds after he'd passed Mayeth, attempting to use the momentum to bring him within range of the green before she struck the earth. She was still falling...and it would be very close...
Trailing behind R'ton, his hands stuffed into his pockets, F'lan's head had snapped up as the unknown woman struggled out of the bronzerider's grasp and crashed to the ground. He was on his knees in an instant, even then noticing that her eyes were withdrawn from the world, the man's eyes quickly scanning for what might be injuries. She seemed okay. Maybe a skinned knee or something, but...okay. "Maybe you should just let her be." His cold voice stabbed at R'ton. F'lan wasn't essentially cruel. He just found it difficult to express anything beyond indifference, after so many turns of barring his emotions from the world - and from himself.
Mayeth was calling for Rodonth. It didn't deter Wrenth. Rodonth might be her choice, but then, he may also simply be the only dragon she knew well, making it instinctive for her to call for him. Either way, he couldn't simply withdraw and allow the bronze to attempt to save her. If Rodonth didn't get there in time - and Wrenth had a chance of preventing Mayeth's death - it would be his fault. The blue could never wish harm on another creature. His heart hammered in his chest as he strove for her, even now dipping beneath the branches of the trees, writhing between the trunks.
Before him. Within reach. But only one chance, at this velocity, to catch Mayeth and save her from hitting the ground. His talons reached for her, even as he hoped with all his being that one of the three - he didn't care which - would prove successful in rescuing Mayeth.
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Post by saberlin on Dec 5, 2007 15:12:47 GMT -5
Turning on a dime and nearly forgetting about the scared Eya on the ground R'ton rounded on F'lan. "Do you think I am going to stay here? Do you think I would honestly trap her in a room with riders? You are a fool."
R'ton walked out of the room. There was nothing that he could do for Eya. If she wanted to be left alone, which was obvious, then he would do so. If his dragon caught her, then they would both experience the pleasures even if they were not in each others arms. This blue rider was really getting on his nerves. Whatever, he would think of that later. For now he just wanted Eya safe. Didn't anyone see that? Oh well if they didn't. They would realize afterwards when they were all drinking their sorrows down in a bottle.
Do you have a good view of her? Can you do it?
It is risky, but I think I can! No. I know I can!
Rodonth folded his wings fixing a point below Mayeth as though to dive for it. And then......Dissapeared!
As in drills for the war in the North the dragons had to be trained to know how to jump between in times of stress with or without their rider. Rodonth's mind had been clear in his intent. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to Catch Mayeth. The cold of between stung at R'ton even though he was not there, being so closely linked with his dragon in this instant. A rush of hot air and the sensation of wind was the only thing that made R'ton realize that his dragon had come back from between. It had been a terribly tricky move. He was right below her and had just enough time to pump his wings once and then use his limbs to create a large cradle for the falling green... Had he done it right?
Trust me Mayeth! You have to trust me!
R'ton fell to the floor outside of the room away from Eya. He wanted to go to her, hold her, catch her as his Rodonth was trying to. But he couldn't. He just wanted to keep the others away....
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Post by thialyn on Dec 8, 2007 1:02:05 GMT -5
((And the randomizer winner is....))
Rondoth! Mayeth called again with a terrified keen as he disappeared. Where had he gone? Why had he abandonned her? The only dragon Mayeth knew in this entire Weyr and he had abandonned her! Mayeth tried to force her wings open in an effort to save herself, and if not that, to at least slow her plunge so she would not hit the trees as hard, and maybe even have a decent chance at survival. If she wasn't skewered, that is.
Trust me Mayeth! You have to trust me!
That familiar voice caused Mayeth to try and twist for a better look. Had he not left her for dead? She tried to right herself, just one wing flared out to catch the wind, just to turn slightly so she could see. But the pain was too great. With a soft cry, she tucked her wing once more. She could still go Between. But then who would protect her Eya? Who would make sure no one harmed her out of Flight? Who would befriend her? Mayeth could still go Between, avoid the crash, but she knew she would not reappear. She could not without her rider. She wondered then:
Would it hurt to die?
But it appeared that was not to be, for not a moment after she had thought this, she felt someone grab her, cradle her in stronger limbs than her own. Though she could not see who had won her, saved her, she knew which dragon had successfully Caught her. Even through her pain-clouded vision, she managed to croon thankfully, even as they still fell. But she knew she was safe, that her champion would never let her fall. She knew that the bronze arms that encircled her would never let her go.
"R'ton," Eya called breathily. Her eyes looked to where he too knelt outside the Flight room. "R'ton, please," this time her voice shaking slightly with fear, her skin quavering as she hugged herself. "I need..." What did she need? Were these Flight emotions she felt? Was this what the male riders felt? She decided not as the worry for Mayeth pounded through her skull, her eyes drilling through the rock to try and see if her green had survived. She did not need the usual post-Flight activities, then, a thing she thought she would never crave, and as yet, hadn't. But what did she want? What had caused her to call to the bronzerider, hand held palm up in suplication?
It was then, as her dragon was caught that she knew. She needed touch. Of any kind. Something to lean against, to support, bolster, her. Since Impressing her Mayeth whose life was now in hopefully capable hands, Eya had never been touched gently, softly. Lovingly. But even though she knew that this was why she had called out, even though her body screamed for some sort of comfort, she feared even then. Even though she could feel none of her dragon's lust--had it vanished?--even though she was of clear head save the fear for Mayeth, she feared even then. Why?
Because of what it could lead to. She had heard dozens of tales of heartbroken, weary, or all-around broken women look for comfort in a man only to be taken as they searched for the touch their body needed. She had heard such tales, always told in hush whispers about a friend of a friend's sister or what have you. Could that happen to her? Again? In her sanctuary? Her gaze roved from where Mayeth fell to where R'ton knelt, watching the dragons fall. Her hand, still raised, a silent plea, refused to be drawn back protectively. Her body wanted touch, even if her mind did not. And there was nothing Eya could do save watch and wait.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Dec 8, 2007 12:16:22 GMT -5
F'lan frowned mildly. Eya seemed fine, after her fall, though he honestly didn't see what R'ton was growling about. They weren't even in a Flight room yet. And she certainly didn't seem to mind him there. In fact, it would seem that he was invisible to her, which was more than all right with F'lan. The bluerider shrugged it off as the bronzerider being incapable of keeping a clear mind during Flight - and perhaps a few drug issues. Where had the other man gone? It was no concern of his. He breathed lighter as Mayeth was saved from her plunge, betraying a small hint of humanity in his core, before the bluerider stolidly rose, brushing off his legs and giving R'ton a little nod.
Wrenth had tried. And failed. Though, truthfully, it was Rodonth's intervention that threw him off course, the blue grazing below the bronze where Mayeth would have been. He was mildly disappointed. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't. But his relief that he wouldn't be mourning a green this night overrode anything that petty. Wrenth circled the pair once, to make sure they would be all right, then winged downriver to where his bonded was walking. He landed with a soft, wearied exhale, F'lan gifting the blue with one of his rare smiles before he stuffed his hands deep in his pockets.
I didn't catch her, Wrenth stated, apologetically. The man's eyes flicked toward the blue. This is one thing, my friend, that I don't mind you losing. Competitive as he was - and much as he would never wish that Wrenth should fail at anything - the bluerider was no fan of Flights, and certainly not of what they led to should one be won. Women were so clingy. It was just a Flight, yet they wanted to make it more, and he'd let himself be drawn into that. Once. Never again. Yes, it was much easier for F'lan if Wrenth didn't catch these females.
I like to win. The bluerider's competitive streak welled up, and he let his hand fall on Wrenth's flank. If Rodonth hadn't cheated...You were obviously the best flyer there. The blue cheered up almost immediately. He didn't care about anyone's approval but F'lan's anyway. I think he was allowed to cheat. Just this once. Maybe... Wrenth nudged his bonded. You mean to tell me you'd rather her have fallen? F'lan gave the blue an innocent look.
In a moment he found himself in the river, Wrenth sliding in after him, the two allowing the current to carry them toward the weyr as they played.
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Post by saberlin on Dec 10, 2007 20:37:31 GMT -5
He heard his name, his, being whispered by Eya..... He went to her right as Rodonth pulled underneath Mayeth and caught her in his strong limbs. R'ton took her hand and slowly helped right Eya to her feet. He held her close, but not too close. He would let her bridge the final inches between them.
Rodonth soared through the air with his Mayeth. He had not cheated, he had been smart and in doing so saved the young greens life. Now he flew her with powerful strokes of his wings, carrying her to safety as he one had before.
((Thai, question, is Mayeth still in for being flown seeing as how her wings are all battered?))
(((Short post award here)))
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Post by thialyn on Dec 10, 2007 20:57:41 GMT -5
((Her wings aren't actually that bad. It's just the high intensity of the Flight that makes them seem more painful than they actually are. So sure. Why not.))
Mayeth crooned in thanks as Rondoth caught her in his strong arms. She was safe at last, safe in his arms, bolstered by his wings. With her own sore and smarting--not nearly as bad as before--the desires she had felt at the beginning of the Flight were starting to return, though they were tinged with something, something emenating from her rider. Mayeth reached out to her rider, sending warmth and love, that she was safe, both were safe. Neither of them had anything to fear, not with both held in supportive arms.
Eya was shivering as R'ton helped her to her feet. She knew Mayeth was caught, was safe, sending love and support through their Bond. But she could not stem the residual emotions that her dragon bled off, still lingering even after her near crash, near death. She had never felt like this before. It was as if the lust, the passion had become a part of her, demanding something. Weary from fear and the struggle against her dragon, Eya fell against R'ton as he lifted her, catching herself on his shoulders, leaning against his chest. She shivered in his grasp, closing her eyes against the emotion still boiling at the base of her spine.
"R'ton, please" she whispered breathily. "Don't leave me."
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Post by saberlin on Dec 12, 2007 1:14:18 GMT -5
"Im not going to leave you Eya. Come, sit down.... We can just talk if you like. "
His voice was wavy as he talked to Eya, running a soft hand through her hair. He and his Rodonth had done it. They were here now. Not the other bronze rider, and most certainly not that self centered bastard of a blue rider. Pushing the very thought of the man and his dragon from his mind R'ton slowly led Eya over to the bed and sat her down. He finally removed his flight jacket that he still had on and set it aside, but left all his other clothing on. He would let Eya make a move first if he so choose. It was all up to her now.
((care to move this thread and get things going?))
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Post by thialyn on Dec 12, 2007 20:24:51 GMT -5
((Sounds good. Do you mind starting? My muse just clunked out on me.))
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