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Post by Lady Smara on Dec 14, 2011 17:22:59 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] The goldrider had been watching both gold’s closely for a sevenday now. Both seemed to glow with color almost as if each was feeding off the other’s nearing fertility, their growing lust. Was it possible that the gold’s might be in sync with one another? While Suynie would have no experience with two gold’s in heat, Sakorai knew the warning signs and how close these two were to each other was beginning to become dangerous. If they were any less than two sevenday’s apart from rising, well the first could trigger the second to rise early and the results would be catastrophic. So it was, when the gold ate lightly and fell into a fitful sleep that the experienced gold rider caught the signs of her gold instantly and left her weyr at a full sprint toward Suynie’s own weyr several levels lower and closer to the Weyr bowl. After four previous flights in their twelve turns, the gold rider knew what her queen would be doing as soon as she woke. So it was with little ceremony that Sakorai found the other goldrider and let her know the circumstances before seeing them off and making her way back to her weyr to watch the sleeping form of Issarith. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Issarith woke with a hunger that tore upon her insides despite having eaten earlier that day even if it was lightly. Letting out a hiss at her rider, the gold moved swiftly to her ledge and spread her wings as she let herself fall into a glide toward the feeding pens. There was no challenging roar, no trumpet of victory, possession or even demand. No, in the darkness of the early summer rain that had found the that day, the pale gold caught her first herdbeast, breaking its neck. You will blood only! The voice in the queen’s head was a familiar one, one so like her own and yet the command there was so against the hunger in the pit of her stomach. Releasing the dead herdbeast, the gold finally raised her head and let out a hiss behind her to where her rider was running to join her at the pens. ”Blood Only Issarith! Drink deeply, but do not touch that flesh!”The battle of wills could be seen between the two as the small queen showed for the first time her true potential as a dominate gold. I AM THE QUEEN! For a moment, Sakorai’s hold and bond with the queen wavered and Issarith grabbed the herdbeast once more tearing the throat clean out before the rider managed to clutch at the fence and push her will upon the gold once more. ”BLOOD!”Spitting out the flesh of the herdbeast, Issarith let out an angry bellow alerting the Weyr to what was going on in the middle of the rain and Weyrbowl as the water washed away the blood that covered the gold’s pale maw. Latching her jaws upon the herdbeast once more, the golden queen finally began to blood the beast, sucking each drop forcefully from its body before letting out another angry roar at her rider and lifting to the next targeted herdbeast. Another neck broken and its body sucked dry by the lustful queen as the rain washed the blood across the ground. “Yes, Issarith. Blood. So you can fly far and high and give these big boys a flight for their marks. Make them love you and lust after you Issarith.” The blond whispered, her already tight clothes were clinging to her in the rain, the water making her white tank top nearly see through if it were not for the dark band she had to support her breasts. Her own lust was as high as her queens…
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Post by Na Qaiah on Dec 14, 2011 17:52:12 GMT -5
A'miri was working on a new breast strap for Achilleth's riding straps. The one he was replacing was starting to get thin in a few places. It had started raining bringing the big bronze inside where he lay on his couch looking out past his ledge. He wanted to sun, not lay inside while the land got a good drink. Sighing deeply, Achilleth's attention was suddenly caught by a pale golden dragon heading silently toward the feeding pens. He watched what looked like a tug of war in wills before the Golden Issarith bellowed her displeasure. It was clear what was happening.
Issarith RISES![/i][/color] Achilleth bellowed as he launched himself into the rain toward the feeding pens. He landed just out of the blooding Golds way and crooned to her. Beautiful Issarith, your Achilleth is here to do your bidding, you are so beautiful. [/i][/color]
A'miri dropped everything he had in his hands. He flew up to the ledge and looked down. Oh my, Suynie's Gold is rising. Running back into his Weyr, he shucked his wet clothes on the fly. Grabbing a loose fitting white shirt like the ones the sailors wore, and a pair of good fitting leather pants and sailor boots, he ran a brush through his hair. Looking once more in the reflective surface, he left his Weyr and headed for the area he knew Suynie would be venturing into. He stopped and went back, he grabbed a blanket. He didn't care if he got it back or not, the poor girl was going to be cold from being outside with her dragon, he knew she wouldn't feel it right away, but no reason to be sick over a flight. Nodding he headed out.
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Post by Marnark on Dec 14, 2011 18:12:31 GMT -5
The rain drizzled down in that slow soaking fashion that obscured sight, drenching without pounding the life out of everything it fell on. It was a miserable rain, if refreshing to most things. Mostly just miserable to Neinoth who was curled up just inside his weyr, morosely watching the water cascade down past him, onto his ledge, and run off in rivulets to fall to the next weyr below. Normally the big Bronze just didn't give a whistle what the weather did. He was powerful and large enough to be steady in any weather for flying. Not that they would be flying today - thread didn't stand a chance in the rain. So there was no point in going out or even drilling in the rain.
But the rain today was obscuring the sight of not one, but two lovely golds. Two golds, both aglow as if trying to out shine each other. His experienced, discerning eye could tell which was glowing brighter however. He had chased many a queen, caught a few. In fact, the last Gold to rise, he had successfully flown. It did give him something of an inflated estimation of his abilities ... or at least his self confidence. It pleased him greatly that the more mature of the two Golds was first ... he liked her. A lot. Some of that was natural bent of nature, toward the matron and proven mother. But not all of it. In fact, he'd been as doting as he'd dared ever since she'd appeared out of the sky that fateful day.
Soon, it would all be told if that doting had done him a lick of good.
A rush of wings got his attention off the water rushing across the stone, and he stuffed his head out into the rain to get a glimpse of what was going on. Why would anyone be flying in this weather? It was a Gold, but his blood did not quicken. It was a Gold, but not a flight. However, he was aware what that meant, too. The one Gold was leaving, making room for the other. Soon, now. Very soon. Anticipating, he moved out of the dry haven of his weyr onto the soaked ledge. Allowing the water to cascade off of his well-oiled shoulders, the Bronze twisted his neck around to gaze toward the spot where the one remaining Gold beast slumbered.
Settling to the stone after a few moments, he watched and waited, relaxing where he was despite the underlying tenseness that vibrated through his being. He had been here before, he knew there was time. He also knew there was no sense in getting worked up just yet. It was a waste of energy if it was anything. So he watched, he waited, and he adored. Soon, very soon now.
When she stirred, Neinoth uncoiled like an overwound spring. A very soft croon left his throat, though the rain pummeled it to nothing before it ever reached any ears outside of his own weyr. Alerted by that very soft sound, A'lez didn't even have to look to see what was going on. Just as experienced as his dragon, he had also known for weeks what was going on. Even if he had been blind and unable to see the Queens, the anticipation overflowing from his dragon was enough to tip him off. Rising from his work, he slipped into a leather jacket designed to shed rain and headed off. He knew where he would find whichever rider was at the other end of this event.
Leaping off of his ledge, Neinoth sluiced through the rain on broad wings, gliding swiftly down to the pens. He circled once, crooning a tad louder this time for the lovely Queen's auditory pleasure. Landing far enough away to not crowd her, yet close enough to pay respects, he reached out and snagged a beast that fled her hunger on one of his own talons. Whirling the beast around and thumping it to the ground, he dropped his own head to its quivering body hungrily.
Just two days ago he had eaten his fill, and he had yet to burn it all off. It was long enough back to not weigh him down, but soon enough to still lend him energy. However, he knew he would need some of that quick energy as well as she did, if he was going to win this for her. Knowing that what his actions were could spell success or failure, Neinoth did not need any prompting at all from A'lez to only blood the animal. A'lez never controlled what Neinoth ate before a flight, instead leaving it to the Bronze to figure out his own strategy for winning ... or losing as the case might be. After all, A'lez had no inclinations one way or the other whether or not the Bronze beast won any flights.
Finishing the one beast and satisfied with that, Neinoth reposed to just watching and admiring as the Golden beauty before him ravaged the flocks for her own belly. It was a most beautiful sight to him, and he anticipated her leaving the ground afterward. Crooning softly, almost continuously, Neinoth was certainly a devout admirer.
A'lez slowed to a more sedate walk as he approached the pens. The dragons and beasts within held no interest for him; he'd seen it all a thousand times before. What did interest him was who was standing there by that fence, gripping it as if she aimed to squeeze blood from the rain-soaked wood. He had to admit he was relieved to see which of the two Goldriders it was. Relieved in a way that he had not quite realized before, even if he had known he had a preference for who would lead the Weyr.
But what he had not expected to encounter, was the way she looked, standing there in the rain the way she was. All wound up with pent up energy searching for an outlet, she was only made even more attractive by the way her clothes clung to her toned body. A'lez blinked, slowing to a stop not too far away. She was concentrating, as was right. So he didn't interrupt or even announce himself. She would know he was there soon enough. For the moment he just stood there, hands perched in the pockets of his leather jacket that was more or less keeping him substantially drier than she was.
Wow, but he hadn't expected to encounter her looking like that.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Dec 14, 2011 22:06:01 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyr [??] Wingleader While they had little experience in flights, having constantly failed to catch the large golds back in Haven Weyr, Tseravith wasn’t a juvenile male any longer. Instinct from countless generations had drove the bronze to always keep an eye on both seemingly glowing dragonesses, his forked tail often twitching with faint anticipation. He ate every other day, and always aimed for the smallest herdbeast he could get his claws on. At first J’ldaem had worried that perhaps the dragon was feeling ill or such, but a quick check with the dragonhealer had ruled it out. It wasn’t until later that day, as Rhiannoth suddenly blinked between and left Refuge Weyr without a note of advance that the rider finally caught on. {When did you last ate?}Two days ago.{Heavy meal?}Light.{Good. Go bleed a few of the nice sized beasts down there, you will need all the energy.}Without protest the bronze lazily made his way into the herdbeast pens, taking down a herdbeast, followed by another and then a rather young calf. The first two were bled dry, while on the last Tseravith allowed a small chunk of meat to slider down his throat before J’ldaem caught on to him. {What are you doing?}She will sleep for a while, this blood will run out too quickly on its own until then.{Very well Tseravith, but only the calf.}With permission granted the small bronze proceeded to finish crunching the rather soft morsel, before returning to his weyr. No doubt his odd behavior had already alerted other competitors – if Rhiannoth’s sudden disappearance wasn’t enough of course. Lying down on his stone couch the bronze simply dedicated himself to the patient game of waiting. It was all up to this new gold, Issarith, and her rider Sakorai now. ”Well, I might as well get ready then.” With a smirk on his lips J’ldaem made his way to the baths. It was clear this flight was happening, the least he could do was be as presentable as possible to this gold’s rider. After all, girls liked those kinds of things and fine details. * * * {It’s raining.}So it is.A while had passed since Issarith had begun her nap, the bronze still resting in his weyr and conserving energy. Already he could feel in his stomach most of the meat on a good progress of digestion, and no doubt it would be consumed full along with the large amount of blood flooding his digestive system once the flight truly begun. The fact it was raining only meant more of a challenge, and therefore more energy that would be used. And finally the queen was awake, her figure glowing in an eerie pale shades of bright golden hues as she made her way silently towards the Feeding Pens. Eyes watched her silently, closely, the placid blues and greens in them carefully turning into deep shades of purple as lust slowly begun to creep into the bronze’s system. For a second they were marred with vivid strings of red, upper jaw lip raised just lightly to release an almost feral growl as he watched Achillith make his way towards his new fascination, soon followed by Neinoth himself. They were crowding his pretty and that simply could not be. Uncoiling silently and moving like a snake the bronze flared his wings soon as he was able, gliding down to the Feeding Pens below. He, too, landed far off from the gold and the two new competitors, though obviously in an angle that placed him to her full viewing pleasure. Unlike Neinoth the much smaller bronze did not try to blood any of the freaked out beasts below – he was already more than ready from earlier, and wasn’t it rude to interrupt a lady’s meal time in such a way? Quietly he curled into a position most comfortable for the inevitable take off, golden hued claws already buried deep into the moisturized ground for maximum grip as he silently waited, larger than normal wings half open in faint expectation. The rain upon his hide was nothing, a feeling he could easily ignore as his mind focused solely on Issarith. He neither bespoke her, nor crooned. Unlike his more flirtatious and rude behavior towards the greens he would not sully this gorgeous queen on her first flight through Refuge Weyr. He would teach her real respect for her rank, real adoration. Tseravith would allow her to focus on herself and herself only, until the gold finally deigned to turn her attention towards her suitors. This was no game, and he was not here to simply play. He, Tseravith, was here to win. {Go. Fly strong.}We will fly strong, Jeraldaem. My J’ldaem.The rider couldn’t help but scoff under his breath at his dragon’s statement; it had been quite a while since Tseravith had used his un-shortened name. If anything the bronze only ever used it when really serious and concentrated upon a task – or in gold flights, J’ldaem supposed it did make sense. A mental encouragement was given to the bronze through their shared bond, the man already able to feel the lust creeping in his direction from their link, before he hurriedly made his way down as well. The rain was greeted with open arms and a confident strut as the brunette made his way to where the others were already gathered, icy blue eyes taking a moment to explore every inch of the very tensed (and very wet) foreign goldrider before them. He would have whistled in approval, had the sudden seriousness vibrating from Tseravith not held the man back from such an act, instead making sure to stand not too far but not too close to the prize. He watched Sakorai grip the rail with all her might, the roaring of her gold indicating the strained battle of wills going between them – but soon she had managed to get the queen to obey, and blood. A final sweep of the area, ignoring the rain as best he could, revealed D’seus was yet to be found – the younger Bronzerider feeling a faint swell of smugness at the fact he had beaten the man to a flight once again. His old Zorometh might have won the last green, but it mattered not. ’After all, they are nothing but play-toys; preparation for the big games.] And what a big game this one was. Not only was the chance of siring a clutch on hand, but the leadership of Refuge Weyr as well. And there was nothing that could turn him on so much as a soaked, toned and gorgeous woman; with an invitation to power and ownership of a full Weyr on a golden platter.
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Post by HG on Dec 15, 2011 20:35:48 GMT -5
The days leading up to the flight D’seus was concerned more than excited. His main worry was what would happen with both Queens showing signs of coming close to mating. He did not know if either would be aware in time to notify the other Queenrider. It made him uneasy which was only exemplified by his dragon’s growing tenseness. The Bronze had been getting plenty of practice in lately and though it was not always the best situation to be in and out of greenrider’s weyrs, thus far he had been pretty lucky in his wins. Zorometh seemed to be chasing greens with female riders which made it much easier for D’seus. Although he did feel the slightest twinge of guilt when he left the morning after it could not be helped.
Today he was sitting at the table in his weyr, watching his Bronze sleeping deeply. He was fully recovered from the last Gold Flight and his confidence was completely rebuilt as well. He knew he could fly successfully without feeling tired too early. His wings were strong again. In fact, Zorometh was probably in better shape than before his accident due to all the extra physical therapy and then pushing himself at practice. The Bronze began to wake slowly, tail twitching as it had been for several days now. He seemed to stay that way for candlemarks though it was likely only a few minutes. D’seus was not normally as sedentary as he was today. He was feeling a bit serene actually watching the rain fall.
When Zorometh finally opened his eyes, D’seus felt the increased tension in the Bronze more than anything. Without so much as a good afternoon the Bronze lifted off his ledge saying, Hungry. You ate two days ago.That matters?! The dragon said shortly. He glided through the rain to the Feeding Grounds. D’seus felt a strong hunger that was mingled with thirst. His blood ran hot and he felt himself growing more aware of his dragon. He would blood. It had been a while since the last Gold Flight but every rider would be familiar with the signs. The Bronze began to hunt down a herdbeast and proceeded to blood his kill. The red streaked maw lifted from the beast to look around. The other Bronzes and browns would be arriving too. He did not care to confront them yet. He blooded a second beast but it wasn’t long before he took off again.
The dragon made only one comment. She bloods. Well that was helpful! D’seus thought irately. Zorometh might not be in the mood for pleasantries but informing his rider as to whom he would be pursuing was important. Don’t get your pants in a twist. The dragon responded about as impatiently as D’seus had. Issarith bloods. Rhiannoth left earlier. Thank Faranth. D’seus thought but it was not because of whom was there. He was thankful that the Goldriders had the sense to communicate and keep eachother’s dragons safe. As he had hoped when Sakorai arrived, it seemed the women were getting along alright. There would always be those that mistrusted Sakorai because she was an outsider but Suynie had been very understanding and welcoming.
Now that they knew who would be Senior Weyrwoman, the next thing was to determine who would be Weyrleader. There were enough Bronzeriders at the Weyr that this would be a pretty broad playing field. Zorometh, Neinoth and Tseravith were all seasoned but there were also the younger Bronzes, Achilleth, Zeuth and possibly Rath though he very much doubted the youngest would join in. Issarith being a small Queen meant even Browns stood a chance at winning so he could not discount the many brownriders at the Weyr as well.
The Bronze had left the Feeding Grounds to land just outside of them, leaving room for the Queen to hunt and blood. The other Bronzes had already gathered for the most part. Zorometh watched the Queen with a hunter’s focus. She was glorious in her need to escape them and find her freedom in the air. Zorometh lived for these moments. He anticipated a great flight and no matter who would win, the Bronze knew he had some solid competition. The more competition the better the flight although he still considered his biggest competitors to be Neinoth and Tseravith.
While the Bronze was watching the Gold, D’seus was making his way to Sakorai’s weyr. When he arrived she was standing in the rain concentrating on her Gold. He, like the others, took in the picture perfect moment staring. Slowly he walked to stand next to A’lez but not too close. He wanted distance between himself and his competitors and did his best to ignore J’ldaem’s presence. He was no longer just a man after all. He was now part dragon- part man and the dragon inside was taking over. Seeing through Zorometh’s eyes, he began to feel the lust the dragon felt and the excitement of a flight just about to begin.
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Post by Lady Smara on Dec 16, 2011 10:48:26 GMT -5
They came. One by one at first, then by flocks. Issarith had been silently studying them all over the past month, sparing few words and keeping conversation short. It had not been her Weyr and she had been a guest, but this day… This day they dared to converge upon her, dared to lust after her and so this day they became hers. This was her new home, her new Weyr – her new Harem. These dragons who looked at her with hungry eyes, lust burning brightly in their blood – these were her dragons. Bronze Achilleth, who had been the first to arrive and try to croon sweetly at her despite not leading a Wing of dragons himself, he dared to think he was worthy of her. Bronze Tseravith, such a small bronze and yet he did not blood, instead watching her as intently as she glared at those who began to circle her. HA! Circle her as if SHE were the prey! How little did they know! Then there was Bronze Zorometh who had been one of the two to greet her arrival here, blooding beasts quickly and then being smart enough to move out of her way. Ah, but the way he looked at her… She roared a singular challenge at his insolence. How dare he see her as a prize! She was free! She was not his, but rather he had given himself to her simply through his lust here today! And Neinoth. Oh Neinoth… His name made her blood still boil – not with lust but irritation. He had done his best to woo her and had spent many sunny afternoons washing her with sweet words but the taste of his ichor still haunted her tongue and today, with her lust and anger so high, the memory of how he had DARED to tackle her – attack HER! That day she had arrived… She snarled at him too, warning him that she would not hesitate to bite him again. Watching the multitudes of browns and even a few brave blues gather around – including that tiny little Malith, Issarith took in a deep breath, her chest swelling. Yes, by showing up now they were pledging their loyalty to her – they were proclaiming that they were hers, first and foremost. A wicked glint passed through her eyes before she let out that breath in a challenging roar. You think you are good enough?! You think you are worth my time? You think you are worthy of my attentions?! You all are nothing compared to me! Come! See what I mean and find your place among MY WEYR! BELOW ME!And with that roar that shook the loose stones upon the bowl’s floor the pale queen leapt to the sky, though her wings did not beat hard to bring her directly higher. Instead as soon as she was a dragon length up, she instantly pulled her wings in and dodged under Achilleth as he leapt into the air after her and beat her wings as they brushed the bowl floor, pushing her past the horde and toward the sea that rippled in the rain. It was a matter of seconds before her maneuver had put enough space between herself and her would be mates that she could look behind her and laugh as her wings passed the opening in the bowl and she began to climb in altitude. Up, up and up above the water and into the rain that danced across her wings. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Her mind was melding quickly with Issarith, as it always did when the gold’s lust was high. She heard her dragon’s thoughts as she finished blooding her last beast, her cold calculations of each one before she had shook the ground beneath Sakorai’s feet. Her own chest had swelled with her dragon’s however, and her own breath was let out in a hiss as she finally whirled around. While her dragon had just been calculating the beasts who had encircled her, now Sakorai found that she too had been circled by the lustful males. Hands moving back behind her to continue to hold that fence, she glared at them, feeding off her dragon’s own lust and anger. How dare they…
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Post by Ise on Dec 16, 2011 17:37:15 GMT -5
Of all the bronze riders at the Weyr, B’ren knew he and Zeuth were the youngest. But even he could tell that both golds were getting ready to rise. He had hoped for Suynie to rise first, knowing that he stood slightly better chances with the rider and gold he knew. But he also knew the dangers of the two golds rising at the same time. It had been a nerve-racking wait but at last one of them had decided to rise.
Of course B’ren was sleeping as it started.
Mine, Issarith is rising. Mine? Oh shards…[/i] Zeuth had eaten the night before so while the other bronzes were down at the pens strutting around in front of the gold, he was squeezing into B’ren’s weyr as much as he could. Stretching his neck out he just made it close enough to give his rider a nudge. The young man blinked his sleep filled eyes before bolting up right at the sight of his dragon so close. “Uhh good morning?”
Letting out a sigh, Zeuth carefully moved backwards and turned himself around before launching himself off the ledge. The flight is starting. You may wish to get down there.[/i] That was all it took for B’ren to full wake himself up and start throwing on his clothes while the largest bronze in the Weyr made his way to the feeding pens. Not only was he longer then the rest of the bronzes, but he was bigger and bulkier too. He would never win in a speed race but he would out last every other dragon there. Water dripped out of his hide as he landed there, the red coloring coming out in the morning light making it look like he had bathed in blood.
Taking in his competition, Zeuth stayed silent. Why waste his energy on banter or meaningless flattery? Actions would speak far louder then anything he could say and he was here to prove that he was suitable for the golden Issarith. He waited half a heartbeat before he pushed himself off the ground and followed after Issarith, falling behind as the faster more agile bronzes took the lead. Let them waste their energy early into the flight, the longer Issarith flew, the better his chances would be.
Though he was late, B’ren was still exhilarate. Not even the rain could dampen his spirits. He had a much better chance of this time around of winning the flight then he had last time. Zeuth had been working hard to add a little speed to his flying and had even managed to win a green flight to help bolster his confidence. He felt good about his chances this time around and silently urged his bronze on.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Dec 16, 2011 17:47:14 GMT -5
When the blooding pale Golden Queen screamed her challenge;
You think you are good enough?! You think you are worth my time? You think you are worthy of my attentions?! You all are nothing compared to me! Come! See what I mean and find your place among MY WEYR! BELOW ME![/color]
Then leapt into the air, Achilleth was just as quick to follow. Issarith surprised the big bronze by tucking her wings and diving under him. He humped himself up to keep from colliding with her. He bugled in answer to her as he followed. His broad wings lifted him into the air quickly. He was totally ignoring the rain that was now pelting him strongly as he followed.
When she laughed at him, Achilleth put forth another effort not so much showing off but doing his best to show her how lithe he was and how well built his body was. For now, he would stay near and keep from clashing with the others that were giving chase.
When Zorometh came near, Achilleth snapped at him. Do you really think you have what it takes to catch one so swift and agile old man? Are you sure you have the strength left to chase? You have been very busy lately.[/b] Achilleth taunted the older bronze before pulling a quick maneuver that spiraled him left and up a bit higher in the air.
He eyed his other competitors and how they were flying. He would wait and bide his time, she would show off some first before deciding to choose. He would do his best to show her he was worthy.
Achilleth is here beautiful one, you are most graceful and wonderful to watch, how lithe and graceful you are. I am young and strong, come, fly with me. He bugled to the graceful Issarith as he followed her easily.
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A'miri found he was the first to reach the beautiful blond rider that was leaning on the fence she looked to be clutching it so hard the boards were going to break. She was locked into her dragon so hard that for now she didn't know he was there. Others were also joining them, making a slow circle around the soaking wet Gold rider.
When she spun to face them, he almost dropped the blanket. She was soaking wet and the picture she made in her wet shirt was stunning. With his last bit of sanity that belonged to him and not his dragon, A'miri decided he would chance the hit she could make on him and he moved a bit to toss the blanket over her shoulders.
When Achilleth taunted Zorometh, K'dan turned and gave D’seus a taunting look, he didn't speak, he just grinned. He was totally locked in to his dragons lust and didn't even realize he had done it. As Achilleth looked his competition over, so did A'miri.
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Post by freya on Dec 16, 2011 22:16:17 GMT -5
M'nor was just getting out of his bed as his brown dragon started to wake and the bugled as he flapped his wings then said, "Issarith rises," as he flapped his wings then flow down to the weyr pens to blood his kill. When he landed on the first beast which meet it's doom and then moved on to the second as he saw others had already beaten him there. He was not worried about the bronzes because he was a well proportioned brown and the seasoned gold was small enough where he would stand a chance of actually mating with her. When he saw there we're no other browns around the brown was just was smug enough to think that he could do win this flight.
He watched the queen's moves as she did a dive act and didn't take directly to the sky as the other queens seemed do during their flights. She did a quick dive underneath a bronze then was off which lead Oreth to bugle then with eyes a glow with a green coloring he took off to the sky. Oreth was well known for his speed and this queen was small enough that he stood a chance of catching her. The brown would not give in this time as he had in the green flight and would prove himself this time.
The brown rider deceided to seek the gold rider out and gave into his feelings as he sought her out then came upon her at a fence post. She seemed to grip the post with all her life and didn't even seem to notice his arrival. When he saw that the bronze rider A'miri had already arrived and caught the move of the bronze rider putting a blanket around the gold rider. M'nor smiled at the man who was known for having such a cold heart had all of sudden deceided to show some emotion. He leaned against a nearby post fesce as he was not going to interrupt as it would not matter in the end it was the flight that mattered.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Dec 17, 2011 18:58:51 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyr [??] Wingleader Really, she was quite the astounding creature. Well proportioned, and even petite in nature, the bronze couldn’t deny he quite liked what he was seeing of this new and foreign queen. Carefully he watched her, eyes whirling in a fury of circular motions streaked a deep royal violet – the effect of the purple and red hues mixing in his eyes; lustful for the gold, irritated by the nonsense of the competition. They were all worthless, nothing but idiots and eye-lickers. With smug confidence the dragon simply took his stance, readying himself for the inevitable moment the gold would launch into the air. He was smaller than any other bronze in the Weyr, but Tseravith was well aware his unusual larger wingspan worked wonders for him. It meant less weight to carry around, with boosted endurance. Really, he was the perfect design, and everything from him radiated that confidence; from the tip of his bronze snout all the way down to the end of his forked tail. Carefully the bronze positioned himself, wings half open and already itching to get his body into the air. He was mighty pleased to have blooded earlier, it had meant a much better selection than what some of the bronzes and browns (and even the odd blue, the nerve of them!) had been able to acquire before Issarith had made her entrance into the Feeding Pens. {Worthless, all of them.}The mental thought was shared between rider and dragon only, the synched way of thought more than enough evidence of the strong bond the pair was currently sharing for this flight. Much like Tseravith his J’ldaem was also itching for this to get started, icy colored eyes continuing to trail up and down Sakorai’s physique in pure lust. He wanted her, he desperately wished to have her now. But both dragon and rider knew that patience was key. Besides, the outcome was obvious. After all, Tseravith/J’ldaem were simply perfection incarnated, surely Issarith would see this. Patiently he watched the gold evaluate her suitors, each and every one of them, and the dragon couldn’t completely hide the equivalent of a draconic smirk as the pale colored queen simply roared at Zorometh. His only real rival here, at least to Tseravith, was that same bronze; and already he seemed to be placing himself in place for failure. Oh well, what could one expect from such an old timer? All those green flights had seemed to make him forget the manners and proper etiquette t address gorgeous golden queens. You think you are good enough?! You think you are worth my time? You think you are worthy of my attentions?! You all are nothing compared to me! Come! See what I mean and find your place among MY WEYR! BELOW ME!So feisty, so snappy and arrogant... She simply kept on strengthening his lust with each passing second, the small bronze also letting loose a long and powerful roar in return to her challenge. So she thought they were all nothing? Oh, how right she was...Except for one thing. They, Tseravith and J’ldaem, were anything but nothing, and they would prove it to this foreign queen. Behind him his tail flickered in excitement, finally watching Issarith leap into the sky. Oh, but she instead chose to dove immediately after? It was amusing, the maneuver catching the bronze’s attention as he eyes the gold with a calculating gaze, analyzing her over and over in his brain again and again. He watched Achillith rise upwards to avoid the fistful queen, in the process managing to make a couple more competitors bank in odd angles to avoid colliding among themselves so early on in a flight. A smug look overtook him, the bronze instead opting for galloping a few feet away from the mass of males, before powerful hind legs sprung his lithe body into the air. Immediately wing sails were spread into their full glory, catching the wind between them and forcing it to their whim and desires. With steady strokes they propelled him further, soon catching up to his desire as Tseravith kept himself a good two dragonlengths behind the petite gold, mimicking every movement of her body with his own as he gave chase. The rain was ignored, the radiant form of Issarith enough guidance for him as he kept his pace. As blue dared to try and pass too close, not to mention actually thinking he could surpass him. A silly young blue, the dragon was not ready for the events that followed. With a feral and dominant snarl Tseravith snapped at Kavanth, managing to sink his fangs and claws into the left main wing bone of the lower ranked male with a sickening crunch. It was with a painful screech that the blue fidgeted, finally released by the bronze before he spiraled down towards the weyrbowl. With some difficulty the blue managed to not outright crash into the ground, the ichor spilling from his wing and punctured wing sail (as well as the odd bent angle of the bone) a sign of the damage Tseravith had managed to pull. With a satisfied snort the bronze gave another roar, this time of warning to any males near him, before continuing to chase after Issarith. The coppery taste that lingered in his tongue, courtesy of Kavanth’s ichor, only seemed to fuel and enticed the male even further, his eyes whirling with more and more speed. Insolent blues, thinking they had the right to compete for a queen’s affection. He would show them, should any dare to try and cross his path once more. * * * Oh this feeling, this glorious feeling... There was nothing more J’ldaem enjoyed than queen flights, the lust meter always seemed off the roof in every one of them. A smirk lined his lips, his body already synched to that of Tseravith. When his bronze a roared in response to Issarith J’ldaem had been more than willing to let out a sultry purr in response to Sakorai’s own hissing, watching and enjoying the full front view of the soaked goldrider before him, tightly gripping the fence behind her. Oh if she only knew, he’d have her gripping much more than simple old wood soon if he and Tseravith got their way... Equally, when Tseravith had turned his attention (and punishment) upon that foolish blue J’ldaem too had whirled towards the male rider of Kavanth. Another growl was let loose, this one much feral in nature than his previous lustful sounds towards the goldrider, and with full satisfaction he watched the man break for a run to meet with his wounded dragon. Served him right, insulting both queen and goldrider by letting such a worthless specimen of a male dragon chase after their beautiful Issarith and Sakorai...
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Post by HG on Dec 18, 2011 11:33:00 GMT -5
Rath had not ignored the call of the Queen but had informed his rider as many of the other’s had. Unlike the other riders, Or’yn’s response was not that of excitement. He didn’t want to even try for a leadership flight right now. He was much too young to bother and he really could not see them winning anyway. The excuses as to why they should not even attend the flight began to make the Bronze understand the root of the problem. His did not want to be with Issarith’s. Although this made little sense because the woman was a Goldrider and the others were already feeling lust towards the woman. Why was his rider not? What was wrong with him? The Bronze cooled his irritation being a rather logical and rational dragon he set his emotions aside and heard something unfamiliar in his rider’s tone of voice. I do not think it’s a good idea. Was that fear? The dragon wondered watching his rider go and lock his door. No one would come in and see him like this. The tension in the air seemed to have doubled within seconds. The dragon was feeling the pull to chase the Queen and quench the lust he began to feel. But Rath was no blue or brown. He was a Bronze. He had more control over his body than they did. Or’yn was helping to control this lustful feeling. Or’yn who seemed so at ease around people found himself so nervous about what could happen that he could not and would not allow his Bronze to chase the now Senior Queen. Although this was known to be disrespectful to the Queen it seemed Or’yn’s will was going to win out over the dragon’s will. Or’yn watched the dragon now as he walked back from the edge of his ledge and laid on his couch. Agitation and frustration clear in the movement of his flicking tail, the whirling reddish hue of his eyes and the way he remained silent for the duration of the Flight. Or’yn himself clung to the chair he was now sitting on, trying hard not to give in to the prevailing feelings of lust. ~*~*~ Zorometh felt the irritation as much as heard it. The Queen had made herself quite clear. They were not worthy…yet. He would not try to calm her with sweet words or croon to her as if that would please her. Neither was much in his character anyway and he rather doubted at this point in the flight it would make much difference to Issarith. What she wanted now was for each of them to show why they were here and what they were capable of. If they couldn’t hack it then she would make sure they knew their place later on. He fully intended to be one of those she saw as worth her time. The Bronze might not be as young as Achilleth but since when did the youngest Bronzes win flights? He outwardly ignored the taunting Achilleth, whom he was sure had never won a Gold Flight before whereas he and Neinoth both had. Zorometh took his recent wins as a compliment more than an insult seeing as he felt as strong and capable as ever. He had whatever it was that the female dragons of the weyr wanted. Even if that happened to have more to do with his admittedly sexy rider than himself, the fact remained, he was wanted. With this in mind, strong, muscular haunches thrust him into the air after the Queen though he wasn’t so quick to advance as Achilleth had been, she was flying lose to the ground now and putting distance between herself and her pursuers. Zorometh pumped his wings, letting them send him into the air, higher than she was. The air current there helping him in his pursuit of the Gold, he was keeping a good pace where he was keeping up with the Bronzes and large brown but not going as fast as the blues or smaller browns. The best thing about the flight became the exhilaration of not knowing who would win the Golden lady over. He thought himself to be in the top if not the best and why not? He was in his prime and strong and a proven sire of a very large clutch. The true competition would come later. For now the Queen would try to wear out those who were smaller, faster and more agile in the hopes of leaving the males who had more stamina. He knew he was one such dragon. Keeping himself aware of the space between him and the others chasing the Queen, Zorometh was determined to do things differently than last time. Unlike the poor blue that Tseravith hurt, Zorometh knew better than to get anywhere near the other Bronze during flight. This time he fully intended to be aware of where his competitors were at all times. Of course, accidents did happen and if Tseravith really pissed him off he could always return the favor from last time. This gave the dragon some sort of smug satisfaction as he kept up with the air acrobatics of the smallest Gold on Pern. D’seus knew the other men around him were growing quite territorial and like his Bronze, he gave himself enough space between the others that he would not accidentally encroach on them. The woman before them was echoing the fierce dragon she rode. None of them were worthy until proven otherwise. It was a game they were all too happy to play.
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Post by Marnark on Dec 19, 2011 12:25:36 GMT -5
Neinoth was quick to leap into the air when the lovely lady did, though his was not a direct leap as most dragons would have executed. Instead he ended up folded toward his own tail as his wings ripped through the air. Instead of launching up and forward, the lithe and powerful Bronze flew up and back, a trick that was rather difficult to do when he was such a large dragon. It wasn't anything he thought about however, as he had done it purely in an effort to both get airborne, and give Issarith all the room she needed or wanted at the same time. Crowding her at this point was not a good things to do, and he knew it.
Twisting around and coming upright to fly upward even faster, Neinoth kept an eye upon her beautiful body even as she used the other rising males as an obstacle course. Maybe in an effort to get them all tangled up twisting around themselves in an effort to follow her? He wasn't sure ... but then he'd never chased such a small Gold before. These tricks were new, but intriguing. Nevertheless they were tricks, and Neinoth was not one prone to getting his tail in a twist over such things. Rising up the outside edge of the pack and claiming the highest position, Neinoth continued to climb even as Issarith headed for the sea.
Ah, yes. The sea. Neinoth loved this game already. Reveling in the cool water washing over his oiled hide, he twisted around and cruised toward the ocean after her, substantially higher than all the rest of the entire flight. Higher than even she, but far enough back to not present that as disrespect. She would come up eventually, she had to. Neinoth knew this deep in his boiling blood. Soon, she would rise, and he would be there waiting for her. Broad wings sweeping in a steady rhythm, Neinoth sluiced through the falling rain like a shadow in the dark, but close enough to never lose track of her magnificence.
He had a few tricks of his own tucked under his wings, and he fully intended to use them. Even if she had bitten him so ruthlessly (sometimes he really couldn't blame her though), he had forgiven her that. He'd never meant her or hers any harm, but he wouldn't hold her overreaction to that against her. Especially not today. Today, he would catch her yet again. He'd done it once before, why not today? Only today had greater rewards and fewer bites!
A'lez glanced at D'seus as the other wingleader drew near, and nodded to him once in acknowledgment, before returning his gaze to the woman before them all. Leaning against the fence and hissing as if she were the Queen herself. This was something he was actually glad to see ... it proved the strength of the bond between the woman and the Queen. A very good thing to see indeed, even as his own mind twisted up inside that self same bond between his own soul and Neinoth. Even now he rather felt like he was far higher than everyone around him, simply because of the soaring action the dragon was taking. Being substantially taller than most folks really didn't help that feeling any at all.
But he, too, was already dreaming up tricks and plays ... things that would help get that lovely golden form back in his arms once again, this time in a much more favorable light.
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Post by Lady Smara on Dec 23, 2011 12:53:53 GMT -5
The weight of the blanket on her shoulders made Sakorai jump – in turn making Issarith jump as well while their connection was so tightly linked. The golden queen turned and snarled at the sweet talking bronze as she put more power into her pale wings, dragging herself forward at greater speed. The same snarl was mimicked through the rider and for a moment the blanket almost fell to the wet ground. Almost. There was barely enough of Sakorai left to recognize that the threat had retreated even if the unaccustomed weight had not. Wrapping the blanket around her against the rain, she sidestepped away from A’miri who had surprised her; and coincidently closer to the brown rider M’nor and the bronze rider D’seus.
Issarith too shifted her flight as Sakorai shifted her own movement. Her movements were not because of the unfamiliar weight, however, but through the recognition that there were bronzes above her. How dare they think that they could find the advantage in the skies above. Did they truly think that they were allowed above her? Did they think they ruled the skies?! The skies where HERS! A feral roar escaped her again as she banked to the left, shifting the line that worked to follow her and putting just a little more space between herself and that bronze Neinoth and Zorometh. Teach them to fly above her!
Wet wings pumped and soon she began to fly toward the clouds above her, rising to meet the rain as it fell and began to fall harder. Disappearing into those dark clouds, for a moment the world became grey, dragons lost their color and form within the myst of the clouds. For several long moments Issarith slowed her own accent, using her senses as a queen to know where those devoted to her were as she twisted past several browns and blues in that mist to break through the top of the clouds into a whole new world, several long lengths away from where she had originally entered.
The new world they found themselves in was too high for riders – but for riderless dragons they could traverse here. Lungs would burn and wings would pump harder in the thin air, but the world here was a dark blanket of clouds beneath them with the sun shining through and another blanket of whiter, fluffier clouds above. Their hides were the only color in this world, and Issarith knew her’s stood out the brightest of all.
This. This was her world.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Dec 23, 2011 16:37:27 GMT -5
When Issarith jumped and snarled at him, Achilleth never flinched, he just followed and mimicked her movements. He laughed inwardly at the snarl she gave Zorometh and Neinoth when the golden beauty roared her displeasure to the pair above her. She banked to the left and he followed, daring to bare his belly for her inspection or raking if she so chose. When they burst above the clouds higher then any rider could go, his beautiful bronze hide shone almost as brightly as her own. He wasted no breath to woo her, he just spiraled this way and that to show off how well built he was.
As Achilleth moved so did A'miri. He didn't flinch one bit when Sakorai jumped away and snarled at him for the blanket. He stayed where he was and allowed Sakorai all the room she needed. No reason to crowd her and cause either dragon or rider to be displeased. When the air thinned and they burst out into the sunshine, he glorified in the beautiful wonder of it all. The thin air made his lungs work harder but showed off how magnificent they looked in the bright sunlight. How much more beautiful the golden one was. He spun in place as Achilleth spiraled above. Together they showed off their strengths.
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Post by HG on Jan 3, 2012 14:11:58 GMT -5
Nothing he did met her approval so he continued his path, slightly above her until she gained more height. Then the Bronze decided to remain below her but not far enough back that she would not readily sense his presence. The tempestuous Queen was not going to make this flight easy on any of them. When she was not showing her great prowess in agility and strength she was letting them know they displeased her. Zorometh was finding it was much easier to gain her displeasure than it was to garner any sort of positive feedback from the Gold. The other Bronzes were doing no better. She was quick to dismiss their attempts at impressing her with their stamina, agility and strength. Whatever her plan was the haughty little Gold only seemed to provoke them to try harder. Zorometh among them was not wasting time in trying to show her how strong and intelligent he was with each maneuver and each powerful wing stroke. He followed through the rain towards the dark clouds not knowing who else would dare fly higher. He found it hard to see so he pushed himself forward, above through the mists that were the dark clouds. Beyond them glory awaited him. When he broke through from the wet clouds, he found himself in a sun filled sky where the air was thin but crisp. Zorometh would have liked to spend time up here away from the darkness and rain but there were more important things on his mind than sightseeing. His purple swirling eyes searched for the Gold and finally settled on a vision of dazzling light. He nearly closed his eyes from the brightness of her hide glinting from the sun’s rays. There were other Bronzes in pursuit and he could not allow himself even a moment of perceived weakness. The Bronze flew higher, in pursuit of the small Queen. She was quick to tease them and show them how superior she was to their efforts. Issarith was not yet ready and she was acting like she hoped that time would never come. This was a new set of Bronzes and a new rank and she could push them as far as she dared, which might just be farther than anyone dared push them before. The intensity of the Flight was making him increasingly aware of his competitors. Zorometh kept his distance from them as much as he could while still being within a good distance of the Queen. The air in his lungs began to burn as he flew. His strong wings beat a slight bit more slowly. The end would be soon, he reassured himself. The adrenaline pumping through his body made these feelings all but disappear. There was a Queen before him and he would not give her up until the flight drew to a close.
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