Lust and confusion (Wraith's Run)

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon sighed mightily as he picked up his broom again and began applying it to the floor of the empty weyr, Jarathon had never truly thought about how many empty weyrs there were in Selenitas before now, however he had a feeling that before he got out of general duties he would have tidied every single one.

He sighed as he poked the brush around under the bed unenthusiastically, if a tunnelsnake ran out he going to scream and shard his dignity, not that he had much left since Impressing Wraith. The subject of his thoughts lay at her ease, dozing on the unclaimed couch, a salamandyr curled into a space made for dragons. Jarathon frowned, it was odd, Wraith hadn’t been herself the last few days, muttering to herself, even snapping at him, though she had been sorry for that.

Jarathon took a second, longer look at his salamandyr, she looked strangly bright in the light of the glows he’d brought in here to clean by. Suddenly Wraith sneezed, fluttered, and woke. The small dark green stretched herself languorously, and looked about sharply. Must now. she told Jarathon with more seriously than she’d ever told him anything. Jarathon looked around, startled by such determination. ‘Must what Wraith?’

Must Run. Was her tone sharper, stronger? Wraith flared her frill, reveling the glory of colours there, colours that were oh so much brighter than before. Wraith looked at Jarathon with eyes that were gaining purple tones even as she did so. Take outside. Run. She demanded, in trance like state Jarathon obeyed, dropping the broom with a clatter and stumbling outsid with his suddenly purposeful ‘mandyr.

As soon as there was open sky above their heads Wraith flipped off his shoulder, gliding to the ground and shrieking a challenge at the Weyr. Running off purposefully Wraith continued to announce her Run to all chasers. Jarathon blinked dazedly, what was wrong with him, why was he so hot?

Suddenly weak kneed as he was caught up in Wraith’s lust Jarathon stumbled onward, his eyes wide with fear, and something else, something…he, needed, yes needed. A faint, fey smile touched his lips.

[ravenmane]

Something’s wrong with Chatti.

Ciara looked up from her drawing with surprise. Glancing around to find her salamandyr, Ciara was surprised to see Chatti flaring her frill dramatically. Tuning back into the Green’s unending chatter, Ciara was shocked to hear what she found. Greshtanyucky PRETTY! Hoomerogogogogogog Run Pretty! Jofdodadabyibhejbhejkwgvvgamnlnajlnd Pretty Run! My pretty! Mine! Mine! Mine! Jycskaneugfrkolbh… With that, Chatti was off. Only a brief glimpse told Ciara what was going on. Salamandyr Run! Snap out of it! You WILL NOT die! Selenitas will keep you safe! Toryth growled before nudging Ciara to get on her back. We must find the owner of Chatti’s ‘Pretty’ before you are affected.

Affected… The blood drained from Ciara’s face despite her resolve to stop fearing lust. Salamandyrs were almost as tightly bonded to their humans as dragons were except if a mandyr died, the human didn’t go crazy. As the dragon and rider flew towards the area of trees containing the empty weyrs, Ciara couldn’t help but shake with fear. Get a Grip, Ciara! Shmee wouldn’t let cruel people live at Selenitas. Would she? Snap OUT OF IT! Toryth loved Hers dearly, but this constant worrying was not part of the Green’s nature.

Chatti streaked through the tall grass, determined to reach her pretty before anyone else. Because she was a natural athlete, Chatti arrived in record time. When she poked her head out of the grass, the lusty Green stared at the dainty form of Wraith. Warbling in response to the attractive creature, Chatti darted after her. Pretty whajanisho pretty pretty gurl tahneeloscree mlygreshvosh pretty blinfrydergo Wraith pretty… Her claws dug into the earth, propelling her faster then usual. Mine haubehloauny Run! Run! RUN!psmsnainddb… The small emerald colored salamandyr called out to Wraith as she Chased.

[Kisha-Ra]

Wraith paused briefly, arching her body for the best display possible, to get a look at her first chaser. Apparently pleased with what she saw Wraith shrilled a personal challenge at Chatti. NO! Chatti can’t! Nononononononono! she cast back at the emerald hued green before darting away again. Chatti was fast, but not as fast as her! Where were all her other admirers? Couldn’t they see her, couldn’t they find her? Wraith veered off to scamper up a tree trunk and bound along a branch, now they would see her! Repeating her surprisingly penetrating challenge Wraith leapt, flapping her ting wings madly for a bit more flight time before the long grass enveloped her again.

Jarathon couldn’t seem to get his head together, it was like Wraith had run off with a part of his mind, he didn’t realise that he was instinctively fighting the bond between him and his salamandyr. All the candidate knew was that his vision was oddly doubled, he ached in an odd needy way, and he was too hot, no too cold, no… With a whimper of utter confusion Jarathon sank to the ground among the trees and inadvertently surrendered his mind to Wraith.

[ravenmane]

Chatti crooned with admiration when the attractive Wraith posed for a moment. As the salamandyr darted after her beauty, shivers ran up her spine. Everything about Wraith was perfect and much better then those ugly Greens fire-lizards. All of them were abominations compared to this Green salamandyr! …rashivencha juyikekekeke Yes! Ishyishypokatoka gogogoblarimerit aquewvesh MINEMINEMINE!! neyshente ruiopionil… Chatti declared as the Run continued. Wraith was hers and no one else’s! As she raced after Wraith, Chatti ran up the tree like a climbing vine, and she found herself just out of reach of Wraith’s teasing creature. When the Green salamandyr tried to fly, Chatti simply leaped forward and fell to the ground. She could not waste her energy gliding when her chance of having Wraith was in the balance!

Because she knew how lust affected her rider, Toryth landed quickly on the ground. Ciara nearly fell off her life-mate, but she had enough sanity to stumble onto the ground instead if falling into the dirt. Staggering to her feet, Ciara searched blindly for Jarathon. Her own need was growing stronger by the minute, and she wanted her Green now! Lurching forward, Ciara managed to fall to the ground close to Wraith’s Bonded. So lost was she in the depths of Chatti’s lust that Ciara did not notice how young Jarathon happened to be…

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Run! Run! RUUUUUN!!!!!!! What’s wrong with Squee, P’nor? He keeps saying ‘Run’ for some reason. P’nor glared at his dragon darkly. “I’ve noticed that, Cy. He won’t shut up, and I have the urge to… Oh NO!!!!! GET BACK HERE!” The Bronzerider pushed himself away from the tree trunk he was leaning against as Squee ran off to find the pretty. Why do you and Squee insist on putting me through this!? Furious eyes stared into the orange eyes of a nervous Cyanth. We Chase the beautiful females in hope of finding someone who can give you the love you desire. P’nor snorted loudly as she stalked off in the direction Squee had disappeared. “Who’s the Bonded?” Cyanth looked away from P’nor, quite aware that his rider would not appreciate the truth. “Show me, Cyanth!”

The image of a young boy blinked into P’nor’s head, and the Bronzerider cursed with all his might. “First every Greenrider with a lusty Green, then the Weyrwoman, and now an adolescent boy!” Pretty Run! Run! RUUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!! “Why me!” P’nor thundered as he arrived on the scene. Dark hateful depths glared at the young woman and boy present. He did not want to be here!

[Kisha-Ra]

Wraith ran at her fastest sustainable speed in strange and complex patterns that made no sense to any but her, for no seeming reason she would suddenly make a right angle turn or dart up a tree and fling herself back to the ground using her wings to control her gliding rather than making any attempt to fly.

Wraith turned her head to examine her chasers, obscurely pleased by what she saw the frail seeming green trilled encouragement without favour and swerved sharply left with a flick of her tail, this was becoming a little tiresome, but did either of these two deserve her?

Jarathon stalked around Ciara and P’nor, not with his usual walk but with a more slow, deliberate step. Chatti was certainly quick off the mark her speed was admirable and her conversation lively and Squee was definitely handsome, eager and quite spectacularly marked…

Jarathon stood, thinking things entirely alien to him, with his eyes flicking from one face to the other.

[ravenmane]

Chatti did not copy Wraith’s movements exactly. Instead, whenever the Running Green changed directions, little Chatti would follow her, but the Green would do anything that meant showing off. Right now, the Chasing Green was doing all she could to keep Wraith’s attention off of him. That creature, Squee, was an offending little monster, and he didn’t deserve to win Wraith’s Flight. Chatti deserved to win! Her eyes were a startling bright purple as the salamandyr hurtled after Wraith. Chatti’s claws dug into the ground to pull her closer to the other Green. Grass and trees flew past the Chasing ‘mandyr as she desperately tried to pull ahead of Squee, but not collide with Wraith at the same time. As the Green ahead darted up a tree, Chatti hurtled after her and then flung herself off the branch.

There was no time for silly tricks unless they could be managed and not waste energy and energy was something Chatti was beginning to lack. Naturally, she wasn’t going to reveal her weakening strength, and the Chasing Green would keep running after Wraith if it meant her heart broke. Her eyes were locked onto the shimmering Green whose tail wiggled near her face. As she neared Wraith, Chatti could feel her need for the Green increasing at the same rate her strength to run was decreasing. Squee was somewhat lucky in this spot seeing as he had not joined the moment Wraith had cried out, but it was good because Chatti was putting her whole heart into this Run. Seeing as salamandyrs were monogamous, if Chatti won, she would have a partner for the rest of her life or at least most of it. Hauroindury MINEMINEMINE! Tylylylylyorourineeeeeee MINE! Jedascyutoonoirun MINE! WRAITH MINE! Kwaulolotyernuu MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chatti cried to both Squee and Wraith. It was obvious by the fierceness of her words that this Green was determined to have the Running…Green.

Ciara could feel lust flowing through her veins as the moments ticked by. With every breath, the need to touch another being grew. She wanted to feel skin against skin and her lips against another’s. Her eyes watched Jarathon hungrily as though the sight of him alone could feed the hunger in her belly. As Wraith/Jarathon circled Chatti/Ciara and Squee/P’nor, the girl clenched her fists to keep from reaching out to touch him. Contact during a Run/Flight not initiated by the Running/Rising female was taboo even though all Chasers wanted to so desperately do so.

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As Wraith Ran, so did Squee. His movements were exact copies of hers even though the caused him to tire more quickly then Chatti. The Blue did not think about how his movements inhibited his Running because his only focus was showing off to Wraith. Whenever the Green changed her velocity, Squee did the same thing instead of doing what Chatti did. The Green he was competing with was smart enough to modify her movements to make them more energy efficient while silly Squee thought it was best to copy Wraith’s moves exactly. It seemed that the white-spotted Blue had no imagination whatsoever, but he did have a temper. As the salamandyr darted after Wraith, he began yelling at Chatti. DUM! DUM! DUM! DUM!... The only thing was, the Blue accidentally broadcasted his message to include the lovely Wraith. Just as he was about to repeat one-of-the-not-so-nice-words-he-had-learned-from-P’nor, he saw something.

It was a bright patch of bright pink flowers…

Squee changed directions so swiftly that he stumbled for a moment in his need to get the pretty pink things. His body wiggled with glee, Wraith’s Run forgotten. His claws tore at the bright petals, and then the Blue turned just in time to see Wraith and Chatti disappearing from view. Screeching with shock and anger, the Blue launched himself after the Greens wildly, but he miscalculated and fell flat on his face. The Blue shook his head furiously before leaping after Wraith and Chatti. He wasn’t about to lose to a pathetic Green! Then he saw more pink and the process repeated itself, and it would repeat itself one more time…

P’nor snarled at Ciara, his eyes a raging fire of lust and hatred. Lust for the beautiful Wraith/Jarathon, and hatred for the interfering Chatti/Ciara. He was better then that stupid Green. Wraith/Jarathon deserved a male and not some random female who thought she could Chase! Suddenly, his eyes were devoid of all emotion except a wandering curiosity. P’nor quickly became more interested in something on the ground instead of the circling Jarathon. Then, his attention snapped back to the boy, and the same raging fire of lust and hatred filled his eyes again. In the back of his mind, the part of P’nor that was still sane snarled mute curses as he tried to gain control of his body. When P’nor got his hands on him, Squee would soon become a eunuch!

[Kisha-Ra]

Wraith made a few teasing bounds and surveyed her chasers one final time with gleaming purple eyes. Suddenly her brightly coloured frill flicked almost totally upright, Squee had better not be talking to her like that! Wraith hissed spitefully at the blue and managed a fair reproduction of an insult Jarathon was fond of just for Squee.

Jarathon gave P’nor/Squee a frown that probably wasn’t even noticed since Squee/P’nor was now looking at the ground for some reason. Jarathon snorted disparagingly and moved closer to Ciara/Chatti.

Chatti! Wraith cried her choice and dropped back beside the other green. The errant Squee was entirely forgotten in favour of Chatti, beautiful, swift, talkative Chatti. Mine Chatti. Mine. Wraith sated most passively as she entwined her body with that of her green.

‘Mine.’ Jarathon growled, as possessively as Wraith, as he stepped boldly up to Ciara…

((The dreaded ellipsis! Let the torture begin!))

[ravenmane]

Chatti warbled with laughter as the petty Blue Squee was distracted from what was most important. Wraith. As the Running Green insulted the Blue in return, Chatti could feel it in her bones that she would win. It just wasn’t right to insult something as beautiful as Wraith or any female that was deciding the winner. As Wraith slowed down to run beside Chatti, the Green crooned with delight. Her body tensed with readiness as she heard the pretty and satisfyingly possessive voice of Wraith. When the Green entwined herself with Chatti, the Green gladly allowed her to do so. Her own tail grasped Wraith’s tightly as though the Green was scared she was only dreaming, but it wasn’t a dream. Chatti had won instead of that pink obsessed Blue, and now Wraith was hers forever.

Ciara could feel a sense of expectance growing in her belly as Jarathon glanced at P’nor with an annoyed expression on his face. Seeing that sort of annoyance directed to the Blue/Bronzerider made Ciara feel extremely happy. Her attention snapped to Jarathon the moment the handsome Green growled, ‘Mine.’ Ciara smiled possessively at the boy, no longer aware of the loser, P’nor, nearby. The girl moved quickly to Jarathon as her hands reached out to pull him closer. As his skin touched hers, Ciara could feel her hold body go up in flame. It felt so right, and she didn’t want it to stop! Her mouth sought Jarathon’s while her hands held him almost possessively. Jarathon was Hers!

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon lay sprawled, dazed and sated with the scent of crushed grass and something he couldn’t identify surrounding him, in fact the long grass was beginning to annoy him as a breeze used the lengthily blades to tickle his bare feet and legs, he was considering moving but the sun felt so good on his body that he wasn’t certain he could be bothered. He also wasn’t certain why he was outside, lying on the ground, nude, that was a mystery that couldn’t go on, Jarathon rolled on to his side, and was confronted by rather a lot.

Firstly there was Ciara, also lying on the grass, and also bare. Secondly there was Wraith, looking and feeling tired and smug. Thirdly there was memory, hitting him right between the eyes at the speed of embarrassment and answering the questions in the worst possible way. ‘No…’ he groaned, though Ciara’s bare body was drawing the attention of certain parts of his anatomy. ‘I’m too young for this.’

((sorry it's cheap and naff but I want to get it up before my internet starts playing up again))

[ravenmane]

Ciara stirred at the sound of Jarathon’s voice. Her blue eyes fluttered open and then widened with shock as she saw the boy beside her. He was much younger then her and a candidate. Without acknowledging his words, the Greenrider stumbled to her feet and quickly gathered up her clothes. Luckily, Toryth was still present, and the Green stretched out a wing to block her rider from the unknown boy’s sight. Behind the protection of a green wing, Ciara leaned against her dragon while she tried to stop the tremors in her body. I promised myself I wouldn’t be afraid, Tory! What’s wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with you, Ciara-Mine. It was too soon for you to experience these emotions again. You haven’t healed all the way just like Hiriarth’s said. It will take a long time to complete heal from the Massacre. Ciara stroked her dragon’s sides as she fought to hold back the tears. I understand. Now do you know of any recipes that need salamandyr meet? Toryth rumbled with laughter as she heard her rider’s question/ No, Mine, I do not. “Darn!”

As she emerged from her shelter fully clothed, Ciara glanced around for Chatti. When she saw the troublesome Green, Chatti was curled beside the Green that had Run. Great! I have a pet that prefers her own gender. Then she’s more special then before! Ciara rolled her eyes before stalking towards the dozing creature. “What do you have to say for yourself?” … Greshtanyucky PRETTY! Hoomerogogogogogog Wraith Mine! Jofdodadabyibhejbhejkwgvvgamnlnajlnd MineMineMine! Jycskaneugfrkolbh… “That is no excuse. You have to ask me first if you get to Chase any other…Greens!” Ciara glared at her salamandyr that had now opened her bright cheery eyes and moved closer to Wraith. With one final glare at the salamandyr, Ciara turned to glance at the boy she had been forced to sleep with. “I’m Greenrider Ciara, that’s my dragon Toryth, and the little monster over there is Chatti. Who are you?” Although Ciara could have managed to be a bit nicer to the poor kid, she wasn’t in the mood. She had been forced to join a Salamandyr Run, sleep with the Running salamandyr’s Bonded, and then find herself nude in broad daylight. What a beautiful start to a new friendship! Toryth chuckled knowingly. Wouldn’t her life-mate be surprised to bed this fine young man when Chatti Ran!

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon stared blankly around, barely noticing Ciara’s hasty gathering up of her clothing. His eyes alighted on the green shapes of Wraith and her mate curled up. Lucky little salamandyrs. he thought enviously. One decision and everything’s sorted out, no embarrassment for you two. He noted in passing that Wraith’s chosen mate was another female but didn’t wonder much about it, clearly a pair of green salamandyrs could mate, the evidence was curled up before his eyes.

Wraith lifted her head and opened eyes that faded from deep green to deep blue to indigo and all the way back again. Mine. the small salamandyr informed her chosen. Mine, Chatti mine pre’y. mine Jarathon shook his head, he was sure Wraith wouldn’t let go of that idea any time soon. However the mention of the other green reminded him that her bonded hadn’t totally vanished and he dived for his underwear and trousers before Ciara could emerge from behind her dragon’s wing.

Thankfully he managed to get both pieces of clothing on before Ciara reappeared, Jarathon hoped she might pay more attention to her errant pet than to him for one wild moment, this was not the case. ‘Um…I’m candidate Jarathon.’ Jarathon replied looking at his bare feet and wondering if it was possible for blood to explode from a person’s face if they blushed too much. ‘That’s Wraith.’ He wondered if he should apologise but decided against it on the basis that he hadn’t been himself, therefore he would be apologising for Wraith, and Wraith was not in least sorry for any part of her Run. Nevertheless his current conversational limits had definitely been reached so he just stood staring at the ground and blushing madly. In the back of his mind he wondered why candidates never got told what to say at times like this, it had to come under the heading of some class or another!

[ravenmane]

“Candidate!?” Ciara squeaked with disbelief. She had just slept with a freakin’ candidate!!!!!!!! “FOR THE LOVE OF LITTLE GREEN DRAGONS!!!!!!!! CHATTI! YOU’RE DEAD!” At the tone of her Bonded’s voice, Chatti did the smart thing by running, but she didn’t leave without quickly nuzzling Wraith. In the blink of an eye, the green salamandyr was zooming up a tree to the very top which was far away from a furious Greenrider. Calm yourself, Ciara-Mine! I can’t!!!! He’s a stupid candidate! That’s is no reason to treat him like a disease. He probably doesn’t know what to do. You didn’t when you were a candidate. “I don’t care!” The Green sighed deeply. Sometimes, Hers acted very silly. Despite protests from her rider, the Green stood and took the few steps necessary to gently nudge the boy with her snout. Please ignore Mine. She does not like being forced to mate with others. “TORYTH!!!!” Ciara protested. “He doesn’t have to know that!” Toryth glanced back at her rider with a bright swirl of sky blue in her eyes. Your reaction to his presence says otherwise. “Bloomin’ dragon!” Ciara muttered under her breath as she quickly summoned Eryn. The teal green flit appeared quickly on her bonded’s shoulder, eager to please the girl after what that thing did to anger her. Eryn hissed at the Green, Wraith, obviously disgusted by the Green’s species and choice of mates. Ciara turned her attention back to the boy with a little less anger in her gaze. “Sorry ‘bout that. I don’t really like Flights, and I’m sorry about how I reacted to your presence. I should have realized that you would also be a bit uncomfortable. Can ya forgive me?"

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon fixed his eye resolutely on the ground while Ciara shrieked at her salamandyr, he didn’t want to see her face, and he probably wouldn’t be able to handle the expression anyway. Wraith expressed her irritation with the sudden absence of her mate by flicking her frill up, giving Ciara an utterly foul look, and muttering to her humanpet as she ran up his body to settle on his shoulder. From this most elevated position she could glare at Ciara in a very evil manner indeed.

A nudge made him look up. Toryth was talking to him, was the dragon to be his unexpected ally? ‘I know that feeling Toryth,’ he spoke quietly, certain Ciara would drown his words out, ‘I didn’t really want to mate with anyone yet.’

Wraith distained to answer to Eryn’s disapproval, though she usually got along with firelizard greens, up to a point, but she really didn’t have to take that kind of thing from a firelizard. Jarathon fixed his eyes resolutely on a point just left of Ciara’s head. ‘I can understand that point of view.’ He replied reasonably. ‘I didn’t ask for this to happen, it just did. Thing always ‘just happen’ to me.’ Jarathon finished his complaint and looked at the floor again. ‘No one else would get a green that likes other greens.’ He muttered at the uncaring grass.