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Queen Rider
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Post by hbk on Jan 20, 2012 16:12:29 GMT -5
Suynie was angry, the feeling washed through her, making her veins burn as she stalked towards the Dining Cavern. The most pressing thing besides her anger, was her hunger, and if someone got between her and her food it would not be pretty. All day the Junior Weyrwoman had been sitting, stewing on the events of the past month at Refuge. How dare that Outsider traipse in on her tiny gold and think she could be the Weyrwoman of Refuge. Perhaps Sakorai had more experience at being a Junior in her time, but this was the here and now, this was Refuge Weyr. A drudge brushed Suynie's shoulder in passing and the goldrider spun on the woman, her eyes narrowed in a glare, "Watch where you're going, imbecile!" Her shout echoed off the stone walls of the corridor and when it reverberated back to Suynie's ears the woman froze. What was she saying? "I-I'm sorry," Suynie rushed to tell the drudge, whose eyes were brimming with tears, "I'm just having a bad day, truly. Not your fault at all, my apologies." Wincing at how she got tongue-tied with her words, Suynie spun and made to get as far away from the drudge as possible. What's going on with me? Suynie put a hand to her head, her fingers digging in to massage her pounding temples as her feet carried her into the Weyrbowl. There she received a few strange looks from some of the passersby.. only.. no, they weren't looking at her, they were looking behind her... Up. Spinning, Suynie looked to see the glowing form of her dragon, preening proudly in all of her Queenly elegance as she perched atop the Weyrrim. The large queen tilted back her head and roared, her golden wings unfurling to reveal her massive size and the excellent musculature of her body. She was a glorious sight to behold, a Queen to be proud of, a Queen that would be strength to the Weyr. The sunlight cresting over the ridge of the Weyr seemed dull in comparison to the glowing body of the golden Rhiannoth. For a moment Suynie wasn't sure if the light filling the Weyrbowl came from the rising sun or from her lifemate. Come to me! Rhiannoth called to the male dragons of the Weyr, her elegant voice firm with the command it held. The Queen suddenly tucked her wings, dropping like a stone from the top of the Weyr. Even while shouts of alarm rang out in the Weyrbowl, the Queen furled her wings and landed in the feeding pens. Livestock fled in terror but Rhiannoth plucked them up easily with her talons. Suynie stood transfixed by the way her dragon fed. Rhiannoth was eagerly snatching the beasts up, gorging them with her teeth, and then sucking them dry. Once the beast was tossed aside Rhiannoth's tongue would dart out to lap up any of the blood left on her snout. Flight room. The word sprang into Suynie's mind and she slowly turned and left the Weyrbowl. There was no need to stand and make a spectacle out of herself in front of the entire Weyr, if the men wanted her they would give chase to her in the flight room. At least there Suynie knew that as soon as she awoke she was free to dress and leave without the awkward realization that she was in some strange man's weyr.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jan 20, 2012 21:27:51 GMT -5
A'miri was just coming out of the dinning cavern when he heard Suynie's out burst. He stood transfixed in awe at the young Goldrider. Never had he heard her even raise her voice, not at anyone, shells knew some definitely needed it. He assumed it had something to do with the wench Suynie was now trying to apologize to. When she turned and fled for the Weyrbowl he followed her. He wanted to make sure she was alright.
She made it outside first, he was just going through the doors when Achilleth announced to him at the same time as the large Golden Rhiannoth made her command known to all the male Dragons in the Wyer known. It stopped him in his tracks at the sound. A’miri spun around and looked up as the massive Golden beauty launched herself off the Weyrheights to drop like a stone onto the startled livestock in the feeding pens.
Come to me!
RHIANNOTH RISES! [/color]
Achilleth wasted no voice or time crooning to the young blooding Queen. He lit where she could see him to his fullest. His handsome well built body rippling in all the right places as he landed softy. He flared his wings to the fullest to show their length and size before settling down to watch her blood her kills. He stayed alert and ready for when she was ready to launch herself for the start of what would prove to be a glorious flight.
A’miri turned and followed Suynie into the Flight Room. He didn’t crowd her, he watched her just like his dragon watched Rhiannoth. As he started to immerse himself deeper in his dragons lust, the beautiful Suynie was becoming even more so in his eyes. He moved to lean against the nearest table so he had a different angle to watch. He was vaguely aware as other riders started to filter in. He nodded at a few of them. He could feel the tension building in Achilleth, soon she would take to the skies. Soon the flight they were waiting for would sense this pair returned to the Weyr would begin.
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Post by HG on Jan 21, 2012 9:46:27 GMT -5
Zorometh had been watching Rhiannoth for days. The glow of her hide was an indication that she was near to rising. D’seus was busy in the record rooms updating his wing roster for the Turn, writing down which dragon and rider pair needed to work on what. He was a workaholic so it was no surprise to Zorometh the rider was not anywhere near where he should be today. Zorometh knew before the Queen did that she was going to rise. The other males would sense it too. Rhiannoth is rising soon. He calmly informed his rider. D’seus was no stranger to his dragon’s moods. The calm exterior was only masking the roiling emotions of the Bronze. He waited, as patiently as he could manage for D’seus to arrive back at their Weyr. The rider didn’t bother with straps today. He vaulted up onto the dragon’s back with Turns of practice behind him. You sure about this? Do not insult my intelligence. I know she is. I’ve been watching her.Stalker. Admiring a Queen from afar is not stalking.Whatever you say, Oh Bronze one. D’seus laughed. He was getting the dragon into a much more aggressive frame of mind. There was less stress with this flight. The weyrleadership had been decided and D’seus would rather not have to deal with being Weyrsecond under J’ldaem. Although perhaps it would help with the current Weyr turmoil if he did. The people trusted and liked Suynie as they trusted and liked himself. Why must you think about all the details? Can we not just enjoy the flight?Its not like you are chasing a green this time around. Those are for fun, this is more serious.So long as J’ldaem is not in the flight who wins is not so important. I would like to focus on the Queen and not on what will happen if certain people win the flight. The Bronze landed at the bowl giving his rider time to dismount before taking off towards the Feeding Grounds. He blooded two beasts before Rhiannoth made her entrance. Zorometh knew when to make a silent retreat. Now was the time. He flew outside of the pens and watched as the Queen blooded her kill. She was in rare form. The picture of health and beauty and he was certain, she being like her mother, would produce a good sized clutch. To do that they needed to give the Queen a long flight. Zorometh’s tail flicked at the sight of Achilleth preening and showing off his form. Vain, arrogant, young, all qualities that were bound to be noticed by the Queen. Why should she pay attention to them now? She was the center of attention. Still the way he was acting had Zorometh seething with dislike on the inside. They would see who was the better Bronze before the morning was over. D’seus was slightly amused by Achilleth’s antics. Why shouldn’t he try to flaunt what he had? Zorometh could learn a thing or two about attracting female attention. Then again he was rather popular with the ladies without showing off. Maybe they liked that too? D’seus wouldn’t know, women seemed to come to him and not the other way around. Although he could pursue women if he wanted to. Lately though he had not really been feeling up to planning and really trying to woo a woman. The flights were enough to occupy him lately. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he followed A’miri into the Flight Room. He stepped away from A’miri but he too did not crowd Suynie. She had always been a pretty young woman and seemingly kind too. Both qualities that endeared people to her. It would not surprise him if browns and Bronzes found this to be a very challenging flight. The emotions she kept to herself would be released and they would feel the wrath of a Queen in Flight. ------ We’re going to be late. Get up.“Hmmmph.” Or’yn mumbled into his pillow, trying not to hear a word of what the Bronze was saying. Wing drills happened much too early. Was the sun even up yet? If the sun wasn’t up, he was certainly not getting out of bed. It was so warm and comfy and he liked it there. Who said anything about drills?“What exactly are we late for then?” Or’yn asked, clearly irritated that he was awake for nothing. Rhiannoth rises. The same fear stricken look came into Or’yn’s eyes as last time. The dragon simply could not understand this. What was he to fear? The girl wasn’t going to kill him. They needed to practice! HE needed to practice. How was he ever going to win a Gold flight if they never even tried. I have been more than patient.The Bronze had been more than patient and had shown great restraint in the past. He could sese that Rath did not want to sit this one out. He wanted to chase. The now seventeen Turn old boy conceded they needed to do their duty by the Weyr. The leadership flight would have been too much for him. Suynie was young and kind. Easy to get along with. There was no reason to be terrified. Are you worried that I will be sad if I lose? I’m more concerned about what will happen if we win. The youth admitted. He was a virgin and he was not sure he wanted that to change with someone he barely knew. Sentimental fool. Easy for you to say… I have feelings.That’s not what I meant and you know it.Well you better get dressed cause we are going anyway.“Fine. Whatever.” He rolled out of bed, sensing how impatient his Bronze was. When he was finally ready the Queen was nearly done blooding. Rath had eaten two days ago and was not up to eating or blooding anything. He felt quite energized without it. A reluctant Or’yn dismounted and made his way to the Flight room. It felt wrong. It felt very wrong to him. Do not worry Or’yn. All will be well.Or’yn could not help but feel he was betraying a part of himself doing this. He had not even kissed a girl yet though he had wanted to. One girl in particular but they were not officially anything and he had not made any move toward a romantic future with her. This did not make things any easier on him though. He could not root against his dragon though. Rath needed him to be all in. This time he had to let the Bronze chase. He had restricted him so much in the past the poor Bronze was feeling the need to join the others more and more strongly. Or’yn felt the flight lust building and this time did his best not to quench it. Let the dragon have his fun. What was the worst that could happen right? Or’yn tried to convince himself it was for the best and stood next to D’seus. No one seemed to notice him much which was fine with him. The attention was all on Suynie in the flight room. Outside, Rath watched the Queen, who was from his clutch with growing anticipation. This was going to be an adventure.
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Post by parallel on Jan 21, 2012 20:19:12 GMT -5
Elynth had sensed the oncoming flight early that morning and had taken precautionary measures to prevent any confusion or violence during the flight. Waking her rider and informing her of the situation, Elynth had ensured that both she and Marlaey were flying to the safety of the beach long before Rhiannoth howled with bloodlust.
They lay together on the fine sand, basking in the sunlight and pondering the state of the weyr. Truth be told Marlaey wasn't very fond of the new goldrider from the past. She seemed too full of herself and sure that she was destined to rule over all of them here. It wasn't even her time! But her gold had risen first and now there was nothing more that could be done.
Don't lose hope little one, I'm sure there are ways around her authority.
Marlaey nodded absently, her mind having jumped elsewhere very quickly. It was a gold flight. That meant the bronzes would chase. Her throat tightened. Would Rath take wing? Would Or'yn let him? What if..? Marlaey bit her lip, her confusing emotions flooding through her. She didn't want Rath to catch Rhiannoth! She didn't want Or'yn to... Oh why hadn't she told him how she felt already? Why hadn't she realised sooner? She turned in the sand, curling up and closing her eyes at the thought of Or'yn sharing a bed with Suynie.
It wasn't fair!
Elynth, who was very fond of Rath and his rider, snaked her head around her young rider. It's not for us to decide who they choose to mate with, she crooned, trying to sooth her rider's distress, If Rath wins then he wins and we should be proud of him, not jealous. My time to Rise has not come yet, but it will, and it is then that all will see how beautiful we are. It is then that we will choose who deserves us. But Elynth's draconic logic could not penetrate Marlaey's human heart and she still hurt at the thought of losing the bronzerider she cared so much for.
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Queen Rider
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Post by hbk on Jan 25, 2012 20:27:09 GMT -5
Rhiannoth surveyed the group of bronzes and the brave browns that had shown up. There were no blue dragons in her flight, they knew better than to even have the hope of flying a Queen. It would be silly for them to even try. Still, in Rhiannoth's estimation the small group of male dragons was a paltry sum and her anger burned hot. She was a Queen worthy of more, worthy of better! Casting aside the lifeless body of the herdbeast clutched between her talons, the enormous, golden creature studied the males that were waiting. Achilleth, he was young, but Rhiannoth found herself admiring the way his lean muscles rippled beneath the bronze veneer of his hide. The way he made a show of his prowess by flexing his wings also amused the gold. She liked that the bronze was willing to show off for her. Flattery went a long way with the Queen. But still, Achilleth would have to impress her in flight, there was more to choosing a suitable mate than met the eye. Then there was Zorometh, the eldest of the bronze chasers. He was experienced, and calm, both things to be considered in Rhiannoth's opinion. The more experienced the bronze the better the flight could be, and Rhiannoth wanted only the best. However, Zorometh's calm demeanor frustrated the Queen, where was his bravado, where was his passion? If he wanted to catch her attention he would have to do some fancy flying. Rhiannoth skimmed over the brown dragons present. They were all handsome and experienced in their own right, but Rhiannoth planned on a flight that would push them past their endurance level. Lastly the glowing Queen's eyes found the form of her clutchmate, Rath. He was young, like she, but his enthusiasm for the flight and the need to prove himself struck a chord within Rhiannoth. She empathized with the feelings roiling through the bronze dragon. This is it? These are the only ones who think they can chase me? Rhiannoth demanded angrily. Those bronzes lounging in their weyrs were as good as a chained wher in Rhiannoth's opinion. A bronze that did not rise to fly a Queen was worthless, without value, because every bronze should be vying to fly a Queen. If they wanted Refuge and Pern to survive then the strongest needed to mate. If they are not going to chase you then they are not strong and are not worthy of your- our- time, my love. The worthy ones are here. Suynie spoke to her dragon, hovering just on the edge of awareness. She could see men gathering in the flight room, but she could also see the bronze dragons gathered around her- through Rhiannoth's eyes. So be it! Rhiannoth's elegant voice rang with fury as she spat the words. With another roar that rang throughout the Weyr, Rhiannoth crouched back onto her hind legs and then vaulted into the air, her powerful haunches rocketing her upwards. She wasn't a cruel Queen, this wouldn't be a violent fight, but any male who thought he could claim her had his work cut out.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jan 26, 2012 18:53:41 GMT -5
Achilleth noticed Rhiannoth checking him out. He slowly folded his wings as he shifted his bulk. Arching his neck showed off more muscles. He still kept quiet but he bowed at the shinning young Queen, slowly closing his eyes in deep respect a moment or two. The nervousness that kept him ready for her every move was only evident in the twitching tip of his tail.
He watched her look over Zorometh then on to Rath. Zorometh was not a dragon to be under estimated in his skill at chasing the Queens. Rath was younger then Achilleth, in fact Rhiannoth’s clutch mate. Neither Achilleth nor Rath have yet to win a Queen flight. Both of these younger dragons were eager to prove themselves. Achilleth knew that one day he would also prove to be good enough and that a Queen would find him desirable and brave. He would do his best today.
Rhiannoth looked and sounded angry at the small turn out for her flight. A handful of Bronzes and a few Browns to pay tribute to the young Queens first rising was a shame. Secretly Achilleth was glad for it meant less competition and more room in the skies. He was strong and in excellent shape, he was ready!
When Rhiannoth’s voice rang with fury So be it![/b][/I] Achilleth was ready, she sat back on her haunches and launched herself into the air after another angry roar. Achilleth wasn’t far behind. Gathering himself he gave a mighty launch that had his wingtips slapping the ground at the same time the herdbeasts scattered in every direction. She was angry; she was fast and most of all she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
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A’miri watched the others enter the room. There didn’t seem to be many here for this flight. He wondered why that was. His attention was drawn back to Suynie when Rhiannoth’s voice shook the Weyr, she sounded angry. Watching her rider it would appear that she was. Another loud roar and the golden lady was off with the sound of pursuing wings fading.
He didn’t move from where he was he wanted to give the Goldrider all the room she needed. Achilleth was honored to be chasing this beautiful shinning creature. Was he wrong? Or was he seeing Suynie through Achilleth’s eyes. It seemed the rider in front of him also glowed. She was breath taking. “So beautiful.” He whispered not knowing if she heard him or not. The brown haired beauty in front of him was the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long time.
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Post by HG on Jan 26, 2012 22:08:58 GMT -5
“Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun”The Bronzes who had arrived were eager, so eager to win the Golden Queen in her first flight. Zorometh’s outward calm was not to be confused with listlessness. He was as ready to prove himself as the others were. Where the newness of the experience would make them willing to do more outrageous and daring maneuvers, the more thoughtful Zorometh already knew what could and could not work in a flight. Maybe he was a tad over confident. NAH! He was awesome and everyone knew it. The other Bronzes and Rhiannoth would learn this too. The idea that neither of his usual competitors were around did not bolster his spirits one teeny bit. He preferred having competitors. He almost thrived on the idea of out doing everyone else in front of the entire Weyr. Still the Bronzes and browns which decided to participate would give him a reason to show exactly what he was capable of. He could sense the rising emotions of the Queen as she became more and more irate. The passion of mating flights encompassed more than one emotion and anger was one of the more common. Zeuth and Neinoth were in trouble as far as he was concerned for not at least showing up. They were Bronzes and it was their duty to fly the Queen. The fact of the matter was Rhiannoth was only missing three Bronzes total. Krestanovith was yet to mature and Tseravith had taken some damage in the last flight. Only the aforementioned Bronzes were really missing in action. She had every right to be angry. He was almost as angry. Zorometh wanted to win because he was the best there was not because some of the other Bronzes didn’t show! They would never be worthy of you, Rhiannoth. He reassured her as she commenced the flight. Proving his worth was going to be hard as it seemed she had taken a liking to that strutting upstart Achilleth. Beyond him there was Rath who was just as enthusiastic about the flight and her former clutchmate. There was sure to be some friendliness there to begin with and that meant familiarity. He did not like it. Not one bit. He was going to have to out fly, maneuver, think and last them at every moment until the flight was over. The only one of them worthy was himself. He knew it like he knew himself to be a Bronze dragon, a Wingleader’s dragon. Zorometh was after her like a shooting star. He ignored the others now. There was only one dragon in the sky which mattered and she was no Bronze. On the ground D’seus admired the woman in front of him like his dragon had the Gold. As if there could be any flaw in someone so young and beautiful. He was too far gone to even think about what he was doing. Zorometh/D’seus was not on the ground, he was in the air, chasing a Queen who demanded them to prove just how far they would be willing to go to win her over. “Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one” Shard it all to flame and fall, Or’yn thought as he tried not to get too bent out of shape over the flight. He was only in halfway. He knew this, Rath knew it. Or’yn almost wished he could have held the dragon back just one more time but he had waited over a Turn since maturing to fly a single dragon. This was his virgin flight as much as it was Rhiannoth’s and he could not wait to see what he would be able to achieve. What heights might he fly to? Where would the chasing of the Queen lead him? Achilleth and Zorometh’s presences were no concern of his.
He was not his normal, controlled and rigid self. Rath was more like Or’yn now. The two of their minds melding together for the first time was a strange sensation. Or’yn saw the world as Rath saw it and not for the first time was amazed by his lifemate. The dragon was watching the Queen roar in challenge. Or’yn/Rath could feel the ichor inside pumping in his wings, and the pulse of his heartbeat quicken as the Queen took off at a quickly accelerating speed. Without a second thought to what the world below meant, his pushed off of the ground sending himself skyward.
Rath’s wings beat steadily sending him toward the Queen and other pursuers. He was a bit slower than he intended to be. Adjusting his pace to keep closer to the other competitors, he realized how much he loved this feeling. Flying, trying to show the Queen he was as good a catch as any of the others that were there. He could last to the end. The Bronze was sure of his strength and endurance. His inexperience might be his downfall or perhaps his saving grace. He did not really know where this would take him.
Was the journey worth more than the destination? As always the answer depended on whom you asked. Rath would always choose the destination and Or’yn would choose the journey. The opposing personalities of their duo always left them at this point of vying for power over the other. Or’yn’s will was more often the winner. Considering the young man was not the tallest known at the Weyr, it was often surprising that he was so strong of mind and of spirit.
Or’yn would never let anything as silly as his height get in the way of his life and leading it how he thought it should be lead. Rath was much more concerned with other people’s views until he heard them. Often the pure silliness of other people and dragon’s judgements made him brush them aside. He however was a great judge of things which is how he knew to choose Or’yn. In this situation both dragon and rider understood one another. Rath wanted to please the Queen and Or’yn wanted Rath to be happy.
Rath watched the intricate game of cat and mouse the Queen was beginning to play with them. He would learn much during this flight and have fun. He was ready for whatever might come his way.
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Queen Rider
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Post by hbk on Jan 28, 2012 23:47:10 GMT -5
Rhiannoth continued churning her wings, letting her fury fuel her as she began to outdistance the bronze and brown dragons chasing behind her. As she pulled ahead of them she began to truly revel in the feel of flight. She felt powerful and in control, the world flitting by beneath her belonged to her. Tucking her wings, Rhiannoth dive-rolled towards the ground in a quick spiral. Unfurling her wings, Rhiannoth trumpeted her prowess as she pulled up at the last moment, her talons scraping against the stubbly, hillside. As she flew her rage began to melt, replaced by another, stronger feeling- lust. Her golden hide flared brightly against the pink sky, and for a moment the queen was eclipsed by the rising sun as she flew in front of it. Turning her attention onto her male suitors, Rhiannoth's voice turned silky-smooth as she turned and flew at them head first, Who's it going to be boys? She asked in a sultry tone before whipping her tail around and rocketing upwards to avoid crashing headfirst into the pack of male suitors. Now that her anger was gone Rhiannoth was going to focus on flirting with the boys and seeing who really wanted to be her mate. Rhiannoth was looking for a strong bronze; no weaklings for her! The gold was going to show the Weyr that she was a strong, formidable queen, one that could be revered and looked up to. When they spoke of Rhiannoth they would do so with admiration and pride for how great their queen was and the wonderfully strong clutch she'd provided for them.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jan 29, 2012 0:50:53 GMT -5
Achilleth swerved out of Rhiannoth's way when she dove right at them. She was beautiful and her areobatics pleased him as he twisted to follow her. He controlled his dive a bit more then she did but just barely. He grabbed a huge piece of folage with his talons as he pushed off the ground in persuit. He barrel rolled before letting his catch drop safely to the ground. His eyes swirling purple as he persued her, he could sense the lust rising in her when she switched from anger to teasing.
When she dove at them again sending a teasing call to her suiters before swaping ends and going skyward again, it effectively fueled Achilleths desire as he strove to prove his worth to her and the Weyr. He kept pace but gave her space, he flirted in return. Turning his head just so, or making sure he could show off his strength to his best advantage if she happened to look at him.
He dared to croon to her just once, words to encourage and something to think about. Beautiful Rhiannoth, the time has come for the younger, stronger and better generation to prove their worth. Our time has come my beautiful one to show them what we are made of. [/color] He more mind spoke this just for her hearing alone as he made a daring spiraling roll around her as she made another pass by them. He was quick and agile, strong and brave, he had lots left in him to give and to prove.
A'miri didn't usually mimick his dragons every move in a flight. This time was different, he was more in tune to his dragons lust then ever before. When Achilleth rolled over the shinning Gold, A'miri moved around Suynie the same way. When Achilleth crooned to Rhiannoth, A'miri mimicked his dragons words to the beautiful woman in front of him who was just as lost in her dragons lust as the rest of them.
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Post by HG on Jan 29, 2012 9:37:30 GMT -5
The Gold was a good distance ahead of them and quickly making up more ground. He would have to endure more than keep up. She was more powerful in this moment than they were. She was reveling in her freedom and feeling the limitless air on her hide. Zorometh was watching closely. The powerful stroke of his wings sent him forward but there was no gaining on Rhiannoth right now. Now, she was so far ahead that she wanted to tease them. Her demeanor had changed like the flip of a coin. She was playful, teasing them now. He mimicked her action for the first dive; sprinting toward the ground which came closer and closer as if it was a game of chicken. The trouble with some of the males is that they were inexperienced and would have trouble pulling up out of the dive at the right time. Pull up too soon and it would displease the Gold, too late and well…that was going to hurt. Zorometh continued in his steadfast path, following Rhiannoth. Only one dragon was truly getting on his last nerve now, Achilleth. His words to Rhiannoth fueled a much needed competitor spirit in Zorometh. Achilleth had not won yet and he should not be telling the Queen she was his. He had no power over her now. Zorometh had never been vocal in flights. He was fairly quiet but the Queens knew he followed. The physical prowess in flight was always viewed as more important. Today though, his only real competitors were very vocal. He had to say something to show her how much he wanted them to be together. He was older than Achilleth and Rath but he was in his prime and a proven good father of a clutch. What could be more impressive than that to a Queen who wanted a larger clutch? Radiant Rhiannoth, give me the chance and I will show you how strong we can be together. He did not lay claim to her the way Achilleth did. He only wanted her to know he was there and he was there for her. Nothing would stop him from trying his best to woo the Queen and gain her favor. Already he flew well and was keeping up a good pace. As she pulled up, short of flying into them, he flew upwards as well. She wanted only the best of the best. Testing them with her maneuvers, seeing who responded to her teasing words, it was all part of her decision on who was the greatest Bronze out there. He discounted the browns that were already having trouble keeping up with the Queen. He was surprised to see Rath was still there, if only because it was the first flight the Bronze had ever been in. More competition for him then. He would have to out do everything the younger Bronzes did. Why they thought they were stronger than he was, was beyond him. He was a Wingleader. He had been Weyrleader. He was stronger and more intelligent than they knew. There was nothing old about him although Achilleth continued to spew out how much younger he was. Zorometh was in great condition. Even as a Bronze, his hide gleamed with health. His muscles rippled as he moved his wings. There was nothing weak about him no matter what anyone said. The younger Bronzes better watch out. Zorometh was going to win, if he had to knock them out of the way to do so. He was amazed at how fast the Queen was in the air. All the time he had spent with Elynth, she had never been very fast. Maybe Queens were faster during mating flights? He had to adjust his speed more than once. He tried to keep pace with Zorometh and Achilleth. Rath was under prepared for this flight. He didn’t know what to do or when to show off. It seemed the other two were much more skilled in all of this. He watched when they moved, when they stayed on course and when they didn’t. They followed her into a dive which Rath did make it through although he pulled up a little sooner than he probably could have. He was slightly smaller than Achilleth and Zorometh so it should have been easier for him. He didn’t meant to think about the other Gold during the flight but somehow he did and the Or’yn part of him was still feeling that strange sensation they should not be there. Elynth would understand. Or’yn wasn’t sure Marlaey would. Rath was determined to continue on despite the feelings that seemed to become more and more strong that he wanted to fly the Gold but he wasn’t sure winning was a good idea. What was the point of that? He was going to fly like the rest of them for the sole purpose of winning. He was defiant of the feelings and as determined as ever that they were the best Bronze pair out there today. The mingled feelings of guilt and lust were strange to the dragon. He had never felt guilty before in his life. Dragon’s did not feel guilt. Or’yn was the one with the emotion and he rarely felt it either. Them being so connected in flight was having effects on Rath. Negatively. While the others were trying to win the Queen over with words, Rath was watching and listening but unable to think of anything to say. Everytime he thought to compliment the Gold, the wrong name came to mind. Better not to speak at all then to call a Queen the wrong name. Or’yn was being no help at all. The dragon thought with a growl. They would make it through this little hiccup whether that pleased the human half of him or not. It wasn’t like Or’yn was doing this on purpose. His surface thoughts were of something other than the flight and perhaps it wasn’t to make it more difficult, perhaps it was easier on Or’yn to think about Elynth’s first flight and pretend that’s where they were. Better than feeling that guilty feeling. At least Or’yn’s pretending would make him want to win a little. He felt the Queen’s change in attitude as much as observe it. She was having fun, toying with them. He would need to pay attention now. Very close attention. One never knew when the opportune moment to show off would come. He had to be ready. He wanted to please the Gold.
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Post by hbk on Jan 29, 2012 22:58:58 GMT -5
Rhiannoth practically purred in delight over Achilleth's words. Yes, he was right, she was beautiful, and the older dragons of the Weyr could learn something from the perseverance, and dedication of the young dragons. After all, where were the old dragons? Lazing on their weyrledges. As she considered the words and the young bronze that spoke to them, another, richer voice called out to her. 'Radiant Rhiannoth, give me the chance and I will show you how strong we can be together.' Banking sharply, Rhiannoth fell back into the midst of the two bronze dragons, the tip of one of her golden wings brushing Zorometh's. The bronze was strong and experienced, a natural leader among the other dragons of the Weyr. Back in the flight weyr Suynie's movements mirrored her dragon's, and had she been fully aware of it the goldrider would have been blushing. As it were, the brunette trailed her fingers along D'seus's arm, offering him a wink and a smile. In the air Rhiannoth briefly realized that she'd been completely overlooking the other bronze in the flight, her clutchmate Rath. The gold studied him for a short moment. While Rath was a promising bronze dragon, his lack of experience and his uncertainty didn't make him a contender for Rhiannoth. Come, Zorometh, now's you're chance! Rhiannoth used one last burst of speed to dart upwards, higher in altitude. The higher the Queen was caught, the longer the flight, and then in return the bigger the clutch. OOC: Thanks HG and Na Qaiah for participating in Rhiannoth's first flight C:!
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Post by HG on Jan 30, 2012 21:26:35 GMT -5
Interloper, he thought as Achilleth seemed to be receiving more attention than he was. He was happy when he found the favor was short lived. The flight was taking a turn for the favorable. Whatever he had said it had worked! Maybe he should speak more during flights but Zorometh always worried over what the right thing to say was. D’seus was much smoother when it came to wooing women. The dragon figured he had not done half bad this time but he was not going to push his luck. She was teasing them. It was clear she favored either himself or Achilleth when she placed herself between them. As her wings brushed his he knew there was no way on Pern he was letting the other Bronze win now. He pushed himself harder as he flew after the Queen. She was taking her time, deliberating over which of them would be worthy. When she took off skyward, as if to race the sun rising in the sky she called to him. Rhiannoth had chosen him because he was the best there could be. He was feeling on top of the world in more ways than one. The other Bronzes had faded from his mind. He did not spare a thought for their reaction. Later they would see him with his Queen and be jealous. Zorometh flew high, high enough to feel the air burning in his lungs before he caught her wings beneath his and twined necks with her. Now they would all see who the best of the Weyr were. As the flight waned, D’seus felt himself walk towards Suynie and embrace her. Not long after, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. He hoped there would be no regrets on her end. Something he would find out later.
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