No Need for Camouflage {Toryth's Maiden Flight}

[ravenmane]

Rays of hot sunlight stretched across the sky as the afternoon wore on. Weyrfolk wandered around the Weyr while they sought shelter from the blazing sun. Dragons of all sizes and colors lounged on their ledges. One particular dragon, a young Green by the name of Toryth, glowed brighter then usual. Each patch of green on her hide had an iridescent sheen even the drab olive splotches. There didn’t seem to be anything special about the female except her hide, but to the trained eye, a person could tell this sleeping beauty would soon Rise.

A young woman approached the sleeping creature with a loving smile on her face. Placing a hand on the warm dragon hide, Ciara stood quietly. Many thoughts clouded her mind and kept her too busy to notice the subtle change her life-mate was going through. Toryth stirred beneath her rider’s hand, waking to find an ancient extinct on her doorstep. Her blood roared in her ears, and an instinct urged the Green to take flight. Brushing past her rider, Toryth surveyed her surroundings. With a mighty bugle, the Green unfurled her wings and leaped into the air. She called out to the surrounding males and challenged them to catch her.

With absolute terror, Ciara stumbled backwards as her beloved Toryth darted into the sky. Without a glance at her beast, the young rider fled to the Flightrooms. Thoughts of fear, regret, and anger flooded her mind. Why Toryth couldn’t hold back until Ciara was ready for such activity? As thoughts of anger turned to fearful ones, Ciara paused in her panicked run. Remembering what S’rei had told the remaining Weyrlings about Flights, Ciara cursed M’rgon, her dragon, and anything else she could curse. The older rider had told them to get rid of their virginity before their dragons Rose, but the young Greenrider had been to traumatized by the Weyrling Massacre to approach anyone.

Ciara resumed her running as she tried to make it to one of the Flightrooms before succumbing to the Flightlust. As the frightened Greenrider stumbled into one Flightroom, memories she wished to forget popped back into her mind.

”As M'rgon strode through the weyrling lineup again, he did so in the front, so everyone could see his bloodstained shirt. Walking slowly down the line, his one eye came to rest on the girl who was screaming at him. Ciara. Smiling, he nodded at her captor, who dragged her none too gently to the back, where he could enjoy her screams of misery. And perhaps... Nodding to the man who held A'en, he decided to prolong her mental torture by making her witness this. Oh yes, he would truly enjoy this. Backing up, he looked up Ciara to A'en. "Well, aren't you a feisty little poppit?" he told Ciara teasingly, approaching her so closely that she would be able to smell the metallic scent of blood clinging to his clothing. ‘I've half a mind to take you back to Benden myself.’ Almost lovingly, he ran his bloody fingers through her hair and brought them to rest on her shoulder. ‘You know what that means,’ he whispered with a feral smile. ‘Double the fun with you.’

Laying a cold kiss on her cheek, he slowly left her, approaching A'en with a malicious look. He loved to break fiery girls in every way possible. Whipping out his knife again, he nodded to Ciara's captor, making her hold her head in place in a potentially painful way, forcing her to look over to see what M'rgon had in mind for A'en. Grasping his hair in a steely grip, he used A'en's original captor to stabilize him so he wouldn't struggle too much. With his knife, he brought it across A'en's forehead not once, not twice, but three times, making sure there would be enough blood to drip into his eyes. Humming now, he let the knife come to the neckline of A'en's shirt, planting the tip of his knife firmly into it. Suddenly, he dragged it down, ripping through shirt and skin as he forced the knife in halfway to the hilt. A'en's screaming almost made M'rgon wriggle in pleasure. It was such fun to reduce boys, who were supposed to be the strong ones, into blubbering ninnies. Pausing in the center of A'en's abdomen, he decided in something more fun: Letting the boy simply bleed to death. Violently seizing one wrist, M'rgon slit it violently, deeply. Repeating the procedure with the other wrist, he threw A'en onto the ground, watching with a smirk as the life slowly drained from his body.

At Ayisseth's lamenting bugle as he leaped between, he turned back to Ciara. ‘Did you like that show?’ he asked maliciously, rolling up his sleeves as he slowly approached her. Letting his fingers climb through her hair into her scalp again, he came dangerously close. ‘You want to be in an even better one?’ His fingernails dug into her scalp, before letting one hand fall to her waist, his body language suggesting that this sort of show would be even more gruesome than A'en's...

As that memory faded, Ciara was rocking back and forth and crying. A small creature appeared beside the girl, crooning as comfortingly as possible. Chatti scurried up Ciara’s arm to nuzzle the girl’s tear-stained cheek. The terrified Greenrider clutched her loving salamandyr close as yet another horrible memory appeared…

Threateningly, he slowly slid his hand under Ciara's shirt to her stomach, feeling it contract beneath his fingertips with her crying and her terror. He didn't care for the idle threat of a mere child; he could shame this girl right in front of them. He could let them look on as he destroyed her, which would allow their own guilt to double before he would finally kill her. Squeezing her even closer to him, he let his cold smile take over his battle-worn face. ‘You're right. What a clever little lad there,’ he taunted in reply, now bringing his knife to Ciara's chest. He toyed with it for a moment before cutting it shallowly, dragging the blade downwards. The sight of blood was... wonderful to him. To see the red droplets ooze out of helpless little girls... His smile grew wider, and he delivered a long, slow kiss to her smooth little neck. Even in shallow cuts like this, the pleasure he got out of it was a warm and fuzzy kind for him. ‘"Too bad you've got a cripple for a dragon,’ he commented calmly at Uu'n as the hand in her shirt traveled up slightly higher, ‘Else you could be a nice little addition to our ranks at Benden.’ A quiet rip rang out through the heavy air as the knife slowly began to slice not only through skin, but through cloth--

Again, the young girl reemerged from her terrifying experience, but this time she let out a hoarse scream. Wide blue eyes looked wildly about as a fire-lizard and salamandyr tried to calm their bonded. Ciara was obviously having a very bad day, and her dragon was too far gone to help her.

[Administrator]

Toryth is quite a nice color today,[/color] Hiriarth remarked to his rider distantly. D'vin groaned. Not again! The last time this had happened, there had been a boy at stake. D'vin didn't want another boy... No, this is a girl who has this green. Please, mine? She is so young, and so beautiful...[/color] The lust in Hiriarth's mental voice was growing stronger, and D'vin pondered for the briefest of moments. A girl was something he wouldn't mind having a casual evening like this with. It would certainly be a lot more comfortable for him than anything with a boy would be. And he trusted that the girl in question would be easy to be with-- weyrlings had just learned about Flights, and would probably be relaxed with this. They were told to lose their virginity before the Flight, which was good. Slowly, D'vin nodded. He would let Hiriarth have a shot. Immediately running up the stairs from his weyr to the Flight weyrs, Hiriarth bugled triumphantly. This lovely young green was his!

Hiriarth trumpeted back to her, letting her know that she was with him. She would be his! Such a dazzling, glowing jewel in the sky was she! He had never seen such an enchanting creature! Picking up speed until he was just behind her, he began taking it a bit easier. Doubtlessly, it would take her a moment to get used to this new-found feeling of power. Yearningly, he crooned to her. He needed her so desperately, yet she controlled his every motion. He was under her control like a puppet. He would do anything for her, and would do anything to be able to twine necks with hers in the sky. He hissed a warning to any other males who would dare Chase his precious little green.

D'vin stumbled into the Flight room, out of breath from his running to get there. His mind was already partly melded with Hiriarth's, and he began undoing his shirt that was making him so very hot. Blinking as her crying connected to his human side, he gulped. He had no idea what she was going-- she was a beautiful young green who taunted him so in the sky!-- she was on the floor, crying... "Listen, girl, I won't hurt you, just join with Toryth," he told her hoarsely, his hands running up and down his arms. Such an innocent young creature, he wanted to twine with her in the air! D'vin was sweating from his fight to stay human. If he ended up forcing himself-- or witnessing someone else, for that matter-- on this girl due to Flight lust, he would never live in peace again. "You won't get hurt, you'll be all right, just let the experience wash over you," he added desperately, fighting the desperate urge to be Hiriarth in the sky. He couldn't, couldn't...[/size]

[Kisha-Ra]

In the dim light of half closed glowbaskets Darya tossed and turned fretfully in her light sleep. It was not usually her habit to sleep in the day, no matter how tired she was; she hated to get her days and night turned around. However this today she’d retired to her weyr with a pounding headache. Azrath was content to bask on a ledge in blazing sun and doze while his chosen slept out her headache and lousy mood.

Darya woke, suddenly, to stirrings of lust and Azrath’s comment. Toryth is a fine shade today.[/color] Darya sighed, at any other time this would be an idle comment of the sort Azrath occasionally like to make. Yet now a certain edge to her dragon’s mental tone and the nebulous feelings of desire she was experiencing let her know that Toryth was about to Rise, and that Azrath meant to chase her.

Oh Azrath… Can’t you let it be? Darya asked, almost petulant, she wasn’t in the mood for seeing the greenrider’s face when he or she came back to him/herself to find a woman wher a man was expected.

It is her first flight.[/color] The blue’s tone indicated that he was not to be denied his chance to win this green. Besides Hers may like you.[/color] Azrath added, trying to encourage his rider, she had lain abed long enough and he was going to chase Toryth no matter what! The midnight blue stood on his ledge, wings half furled, waiting. Not long now. There!

At the distinctive bugle of a Flying green Azrath bellowed his reply and surged upward from his ledge with a mighty leap. Darya rolled out of her bed and ran for the flightweyrs, caught up in Azrath’s excitement. The door was open an Darya entered as calmly as she could, iron control over Azrath’s lust, and stopped in the doorway, suddenly unsure.

D’vin was already here (in the back of Darya’s mind Azrath riled at Hiriath’s hissing challenge) trying to comfort a crying girl who must be the greenrider. Why did she cry so, was it the sudden change in her dragon? Darya, never good with words, leaned heavily against the wall and waited, biting her lip. Azrath was unfazed by his bonded, he was used to her fighting him over green Flights.

[marissa]

There it was -- the call that Ermieth had been waiting for. It was a young green, but Aslath was due to Fly soon, so he needed to keep in practice. And who better to practice on than a green just out of Weyrlinghood? A green with a female rider? His might not be fond of females riding fighting dragons, but he certainly appreciated it come Flight time. And now was such a time. He watched the pretty little green dance in the air for a few moments, waiting as other dragons joined her in the sky. Hiriarth and Azrath? That was all? A brown and a blue, well, those he could easily outFly, to win the heart of this young green.

Mine, I am Flying after this green. She is bonded to a young girl. Go down to the Flight rooms, for I will easily win this. It is only a blue and a brown Flying for her. No, Ermieth did not ask for permission. His understood why he did it. Even if A'noan did not agree, Ermieth Flew. He was a big dragon. He knew what he was doing, and although he would like his rider's consent, he did not always get it.

This time, however, he did receive His' consent. A'noan did not waste time replying, instead heading off right towards the Flight Rooms as the bronze dragon leaped into the air after the young green, gaining already on the Brown and Blue. Toryth was the creature's name... she was pretty, maybe even pretty enough to spend some time with Ermieth. At least, keep him company until Aslath Flew once again. After all, however pretty, Toryth was only a green.

A'noan briefly scolded his dragon for thinking such thoughts -- he should be crooning at Toryth, winning her favor. Entering the Flight Room, the bronze rider took one look at the crying bundle on the floor and rolled his eyes. A petty, emotional green rider. Please! Well... maybe she would brighten up. After all, she was quite pretty. These were his last coherent thoughts before he was swept up in the flight, seeing through Ermieth's eyes as they both rose in the air, coming behind Toryth as she swept through the air. Young though she may be, Toryth could fly... the pretty little thing was quite satisfactory.

Trilling sweetly to the green, he turned his head briefly to either side of him, watching the blue and the brown. No, he was better than them. Toryth, the beauty, would be his glowing jewel. Not theirs! Never theirs! Snarling at the two, he continued after his glowing darling, beating his wings swiftly so as to stay ahead of his opponents. If they failed to keep up with her, she would see that they were unworthy of her -- that she was bound to be his own!

[ravenmane]

Freedom surged through the Green’s veins, and a power Toryth had never felt before joined that sense of freedom. A great expanse of blue stretched out before her, inviting Toryth to dance with the clouds. And dance she did. As Hiriarth joined the Chase, Toryth flew away from the Weyr. Diving and twirling in the air, Toryth reveled in her freedom. She was Queen of the Skies, Daughter of Golden Fath, and the most unusual dragon of Selenitas. Violent purple eyes glanced behind in time to see Blue Azrath and Bronze Ermieth join the Chase. Now that she had a fair amount of Chasers, it was time to test these males. Tensing her muscles for a moment, Toryth swerved sharply to the right. Let’s see how these males could fly among tree tops…

Ciara shrank away the riders, whimpering with fear. Part of her had succumbed to a primordial instinct, lust, and the other clung to her sanity. Red-rimmed eyes stared at the males before her, their blue depths filled with fear. The Brown Hiriarth/D’vin had been the first to arrive, and he was the only one to offer some comfort to the Greenrider, but the man’s actions terrified Ciara. D’vin’s long spindly fingers pulled away the front of the rider’s shirt. The sight of a man’s chest only made the already panicking weyrling remember what would happen to her afterward. Her gaze turned to Azrath/Darya. The Blue was a sleek midnight color, and he was more agile then the other Chasers. The eagerness the male portrayed attracted both dragon and rider, but it was too soon to decide.

When Ciara saw A’noan, she yelped and tried to disappear into her corner. Seeing how Hers reacted to the man, Eryn snarled at him. Her eyes whirled a raging red orange, and the fire-lizard’s position showed she was ready to attack. The dim-witted brain the Green flit possessed decided that A’noan was the cause of Ciara’s distress. Chirping a command to Chatti, Eryn launched herself away from her cowering Bonded and at A’noan. Horrified by her fire-lizard’s actions, Ciara quickly released her grip on sanity, and the bond between Ciara and Toryth snatched up the weyrling’s remaining human thoughts. With a sudden confidence, Ciara stumbled to her feet and gazed at her Chasers. The terrified weyrling had changed into a willing Green.

[marissa]

Maybe he wasn’t as agile as the blue, or even the brown, but Ermieth was still fairly lithe – at least for a bronze, and he could go as long as Toryth could. Swerving just a beat behind the lovely green, he beat his wings a few times in the air, before agling himself down the slightest bit, and then leveling out once more. Now he wasn’t above Toryth – he was on level with her, which meant if she suddenly stopped, she would run straight into him. Now the bronze had to be careful – he wasn’t as small or lithe as the green, blue, and brown, so he couldn’t maneuver as well this close to the trees. But he could manage well enough. After all, he was Ermieth, better than them all… except, perhaps, Toryth – if only for the duration of this Flight.

A’noan was far too gone with his dragon to register the yelp that came from Ciara. However, he was somewhat driven from the bronze’s mind when he felt a sharp pain – a flitter was sharding attacking him! Batting at it, his eyes still focused on Toryth’s, A’noan restrained himself from strangling the creature. How dare it attack him!! But no, he would leave it for now, as long as it left him alone. Injry to the green could draw Ciara out of her bonded’s mind, and then once she saw it was his fault, it could somehow damage Ermieth’s chances. And, even if this was only a green Flight, A’noan would not do anything that might cause him to lose. Continuing to bat the flitter away, and hoping it would go away, now that Hers was fully in Toryth’s mind, A’noan let himself gaze at the Green Weyrling for a long moment, before drifting back into Ermieth’s mind.

Shards, that green was lovely. How she shone, with the sun glinting off her hide… Her tail flicked in the wind, and Ermieth/A’noan simply stared at her for a moment, just as A’noan had gazed at Ciara, before remembering where they were, and what their goal was. Ermieth began to trill once more, and beat his wings a bit harder, so for a brief instant, he was close enough to touch her. It was only for an instant, however, because then the bronze drew back, resuming his position, and beating his wings steadily. However, he continued his trill. Even if it burned up some energy and air, the green would hopefully see what a fine catch he was before his amazing endurance had gone.

[Administrator]

Hiriarth trumpeted after his emerald vixen, eager as she began their lengthy challenge. Not any other dragon stood a chance against him! When this gorgeous young green was at stake, he would fly to the Red Star and back for her. Toryth was even more beautiful than that Llath! No, she couldn't even compare in beauty to her! Steadily urging his brown wings faster after her, he swerved to the right after her, determined to make her his. He growled at Azrath and Ermieth. The bronze had always annoyed him for his ego, and the blue was not fit to fly such a magnificent creature. He needed her. These other dragons would not want to keep her. They wanted her just to fill their desires. They wanted to use the little beauty. He growled just at the thought. He would take care of her. He thought it shameful to Chase just for the mating. He hissed again at the two before focusing all of his attention on precious Toryth. He crooned to her. She needed to see that these other chasers were not worth her time!

D'vin was too hot in his shirt. Throwing it onto the ground, he watched Ciara hungrily, yet tried desperately to stay human. She was scared. He pitied her in that sense, and truly did not want to harm her, but his body ached for another. He doubted he would have the ability to hold off his desperate need to mate with her if Hiriarth was the winner. Fortunately, however, the girl suddenly threw herself into the emotions of the Flight. This relieved the man. He would feel less guilty should anything happen to her. Wholeheartedly, he let himself join completely with Hiriarth, eager to fight these other males out of the skies. Toryth/Ciara was his, and it would be foolish of these other males to try and seduce her themselves.

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya pushed herself away from the wall and snarled at A’noan, matching Azrath’s snarl at Ermieth. How dare he think he was more worthy of this green by his colour? The idea enraged Azrath/Darya, Ermieth/A’noan was blinded to Toryth’s perfect beauty by his own self importance.

Azrath followed the dance that Toryth led, marvelling at her convoluted flight, she was clever as well as beautiful, this green. He put on a little more speed as she led her chasers away from Selenitas, though he would never match the power that the broze and brown possessed his nimbleness on the wing would surely impress her.

Darya paced around the room restlessly, wanting to be one with her dragon yet fearing to let Azrath take her mind completely, not while the greenrider was so upset. The girl yelped, a firelizard shot across the room, and a Green stood to face her chasers. Darya sighed with relief and let Azrath take her mind.

[ravenmane]

Time was of the essence for Toryth. She had not been born with the endurance of a Gold, but the Green was the fastest dragon in the Weyr. Early on in flight training, the Green and her rider had discovered Toryth’s agility and speed. In a blink of an eye, Toryth shot up into the air as she pulled up ahead of her Chasers. It was possible the Green might be faster then her Bronze Chaser, but Toryth wasn’t sure. As the Green danced in the sky, she began to tease her males. Do you really think you deserve to dance with me? I only dance with the best of the best. Prove to me you are better your rivals! Toryth flew through the sky in intricate patterns, making sure to show off all of her beautiful attributes. But, My Chasers, you do not know what I prefer. Do I enjoy the agile form of a Blue, the sturdiness of a Brown, or the great endurance of a Bronze? Show me why you deserve to dance with me! With that, Toryth turned around and flew in the opposite direction. And right below her Chasers. As the tricky Green passed by Hiriarth, she let her tail briefly brush against his belly.

Toryth crooned with laughter for she loved to tease her males. The sunlight energized the Green and helped her keep going. Her Flights would never be easy. No, every male would have to Chase to the best of his ability. As the lusty female left the boundaries of the jungle, she turned towards the river. As she flew, Toryth thought about her Chasers. Ermieth was a Bronze of marvelous coloring, but all Bronze creatures were unpredictable. They were the Chosen mate of Queens, and no Bronze could refuse the call of a Rising Gold. If Toryth was Caught by Ermieth, the strong Bronze might leave her when Aslath or Millieth Rose, but life with full of possibilities. Turning her attentions to Hiriarth, Toryth gave a rumble of approval. All Browns were loyal creatures, well all of them except that Corth fellow. The handsome Brown appeared devoted to Chasing the Green, and that determination pleased Toryth. Now, Azrath. The midnight colored Blue was unfamiliar to Toryth, but nonetheless, he was a prospective mate. His agile abilities were similar to Toryth’s although the Green’s was obviously better. Well, only time would tell which male was for her.

When Toryth switched directions abruptly, Ciara grinned wickedly. These males were getting to see the tricky side of Ciara’s Green. Imitating the actions of her Green, the Weyrling twirled before the males. Lusty blue eyes gazed at the riders as Ciara teased them. Stepping towards Hiriarth/D’vin, the young Greenrider let her fingers brush against the man’s chest. She crooned to him before leaving his side. It was so much fun to tease them, play with them, and control them. It made the pair feel free and powerful like the first time they flew together. Now, this power allowed the pair to seek the perfect mate, but only time would reveal the winner.

[Kisha-Ra]

Toryth sped away from her chasers for a moment and challenged them, with her words and her body. The patterns of her glorious form in flight were enough to drive him crazy. Azrath couldn’t resist the urge to display for her.

Climbing himself the blue weaved his own pattern in the azure sky, showing off those sudden changes of direction and speed that made him the fine thread fighter he was today.

Darya stalked around her green posing provocatively, she could tease too, but a low growl of challenge escaped her as Ciara/Toryth turned her attention to D’vin/Hiriath.

Azrath admired Toryth’s sudden change of speed and direction as the green switched back. He dived and looped over in midair, showing off again, and resumed chasing his little tease.

[marissa]

Wasting no time to respond to Toryth’s taunts, Ermieth swooped above the green, just as she changed direction, arcing, the bronze watched closely as she teased Hiriarth. What was she doing with that lowly brown? He was the best, and they deserved one another – she for her green beauty, and he for his bronze power. Well, he would simply have to prove that to her, it seemed. As soon as the green rose again, Ermieth beat his wings, determined to be in front once again.

Growling deep in his throat as Azrath began to show off in ways that he could not, Ermieth racked his mind for ways to show off, as well. Finally, he decided, and immediately swerved around Toryth, and was about to execute it when the tricky tease switched directions once more. Crooning, the bronze backwinged abruptly, before dipping and pulling up slowly, angling himself directly behind his Toryth. Crooning his appreciation of her tricks, the bronze drew level with the glowing jewel once more, beating his wings a bit faster to keep up with the green blur, dancing in the skies.

Snarling as Ermieth did, A’noan watched Ciara/Toryth with glazed eyes as she trailed her finger over a lowly brown’s chest. That brown did not deserve such a beauty! The bronze rider did not move any closer to her, not wanting to invade her space… experience made him slightly wary of females in flight. Crooning with his bronze, A’noan followed Ciara with eyes that were unseeing, just as ERmieth followed the glowing green in the skies.

At this moment, maybe even they didn’t deserve her… all of her flash and wit and beauty. But that didn’t keep the bronze/bronze rider from wanting her… even, maybe, needing her.

[Administrator]

So, Toryth was a dragon who encouraged speech? Hiriarth crooned to her adoringly. Beauty, I will be more for your than a dance partner,[/color] he told her lovingly. He meant it. He was a different kind of Chaser. He would prove whatever he needed to to beat out his rivals. He continued his chase, though he knew that she was showing off now. Admiring her gorgeous dance through the air, he kept along in a manner to make sure that he could quicken once again should she do so. Gorgeous Toryth, it is my sincerest wish that you prefer me.[/color] Once again, he crooned to her, watching her graceful aerial dance. How he longed to dance alongside her in the air! When she came down, he had the wildest hope that it was he that she had chosen, but it wasn't so. Rather, she taunted him! What a little minx she was! He warbled longingly after her, for her touch had ignited a strong fire in him that he found harder and harder to slow down. He tried to nip at that bold green tail. How he wanted her!

D'vin groaned as the girl's nimble fingers brushed his chest tantalizingly. This teasing was almost painful! He reached out to her desperately, wanting her to end the teasing and choose him. Shards, she was beautiful... Sweat glittered on his pale skin, and he panted. He wanted to win the young green, but she kept teasing him so! He wanted to run his own hands across her skin, and through her hair... He shook himself, dying to catch her. But... at least she had given him her attention, right? The others didn't get her attention... This gave him hope. He restrained his wandering hands, and they shook with the effort to keep them to himself. The green would choose in her own time... But sweet Faranth, his need was painful. The conniving lass! The flirtatious dragon that she was!

[ravenmane]

As her energy began to seep away, Toryth knew it was time to Choose, but she didn’t want to. The blue skies begged her to continue her wondrous dance, but the wide expanse seemed lonely without another to fly with. As she began to slow down, Toryth really began to examine her options. There was Bronze Ermieth, but his type were Queen-Chasers, and it was possible the Bronze would abandon Toryth the moment Aslath challenged the Selenitas Bronzes. Yes, Ermieth was a handsome creature, strong and fit too, but something about him put the Green off. Crossing the Bronze off her list of prospective mates, Toryth turned her attentions to Azrath. The Green found herself liking the quirky Blue. He was a sleek creature with a nice personality, and a loyal heart. He was as good as any dragon, but there was also Hiriarth to examine. The Brown had Chased with a steel strong determination that Impressed Toryth. Just as the Green was making up her mind, she misjudged a turn and herself thrown backwards. Just as she was beginning to fly past her Chasers, Toryth desperately threw out her claws and grasped the forelimbs of..........

Hiriarth....

Crooning with delight, Toryth pulled herself close to the handsome Brown. My Hiriarth. The Green felt some stress taken off her wings as she twined her neck with her mate’s. She had Chosen, and her male was with her.

As Toryth Chose, Ciara pulled D’vin into a passionate kiss. She had been caught, and now it was time to enjoy the male she had picked.

[Administrator]

Toryth was slowing just as Hiriarth's wings began to ache slightly from their long use. He grunted, determined now more than ever to win her. Half-crazed by his lust for her, he pumped his wings harder to keep up with her. He did not want to risk falling behind. Growling at the other Chasers, his whirling eyes were locked on the glowing green. Watching her intently as she swerved, he saw immediately that it was not what she had intended. Crooning after her, he dove, and their bodies met. Bugling tiredly in triumph, he twined his tail and neck with hers, using his strong body to keep her up. His little green! He knew she would choose well. The other chasers were not as good as he was. He nuzzled her gently even in the air. It was her first Flight, so he wouldn't be too rough with her. Eyes a delighted purple, he slowed their pace, moving slow enough to make it look like they were simply hovering. Now, it was time for him to perform his role, and he couldn't have been happier to do so. She had put up a lovely Flight, filled with her speed her beauty. Yet he had proved victorious! Hiriarth bugled again, this joyful noise echoing throughout the Weyr.

D'vin's eyes were glossed over as he/Hiriarth sensed the end of the Flight was near. Not an ounce of humanity was left in him, so it was probably fortunate that Ciara was the same way. The moment Hiriarth fell joined with Toryth, he blindly sought out the girl. Pulling her to him, he felt his senses pound on him from every angle as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. At the same time, his hands began to wander, eager to feel skin against his. Some thought resonated from Hiriarth, and he fought to stay calm with her, though his movements were still rough. It was her first Flight, after all... The fact that she had been crying at this thought moments before no longer was attached to him. To D'vin/Hiriarth, she was his pretty young green-- but one that he had no intention of dropping into the sky the minute he was through. He would take care of her, of course... But for now, he had more primitive things to worry about.