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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Jan 4, 2012 10:22:04 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyr Pyralis Wingleader Really, had Tseravith the time to waste he wold have given the equivalent of a draconic eye roll as Achillith broadcasted his sweet and sickening messages to the small queen. The bronze was indeed way too young and inexperienced if he believed golds could be charmed the same way greens worked in flights. And it was obvious; by the way she snarled back at him, that his sweetened tongue just wasn’t cutting it so far. On the ground J’ldaem couldn’t help but smirk slightly at it all, clearly pleased to see the other bronzeriders seeming to fail in winning the gold’s favor so far in the flight still. Yes, he was aware Tseravith hadn’t won it either, but at least he hadn’t gotten snarled at. On the ground the man watched Sakorai intently, almost giving a faint snarl as she side-stepped away from Achillith’s rider – but closer to M’nor and D’seus. The gesture was mimicked on Tseravith, the bronze banking to the side as well in time with the gold, always keeping himself two or so dragonlengths behind but still at the same altitude as her. His eyes whirled with deep violets and faint hints of red, a loud snarl being enough to send a brown that had been too close into a small dive to avoid the incoming bronze. It was with pleasure his ears listened to that almost musical (to him at least) feral roar as the pale gold made her anger clear; really, were the bronzes in this Weyr so idiotic to make these many mistakes in a Queen Flight? Were they that used to only chasing after greens that they had forgotten proper etiquette for Queens? Once more mimicking her Tseravith followed as Issarith begun to gain more and more altitude, completely oblivious to the cold rain that pelted his hide almost with a vengeance as he gained more speed. He broke through the dark clouds shortly after the foreign Queen, her bright pale glow being his only source of direction as he barreled through. It still wasn’t enough, and soon even her pale light was completely smothered out by the gray expanse of clouds, the bronze relying solely on his senses (and his claws) to shift through an unoccupied path. Finally after what had seemed forever, he broke through and into this new world – this place he would never be able to bring his rider, though they could both share now between them through their strong bond. It was gorgeous really, wonderful, and J’ldaem would be sure to admire it in the future – but now there were much important matters at hand. Quickly he pin-pointed Issarith’s new flying space, and with powerful strokes of his wings the small bronze soon made his way back to his flying position: behind this very interesting Queen, always at the same level of altitude as her and always giving her the personal space she deserved as a proper gold. She was radiant, beautiful, and almost blinding as Rukbat’s rays shone upon her hide. Already the bronze could feel the strain beginning in his muscles, the faint aching that they were being worked past their usual limit, but it was all blocked off and ignored as he kept on. Not even the burning of his lungs, as they worked twice as hard to gather as much oxygen as possible from this divine and almost ethereal place. His focus never wavered, his shining beacon of light being the pale golden queen before him. He wanted her, he desired her, and it took every ounce of willpower for Tseravith to stay were he was. To stay put. He simply could not snatch her from the skies, not while she still wasn’t ready. He would not break the code of conduct, the respectful ways things were done for Queen Flights, the way the others had. Shame on them for being so ignorant really, they really did deserve all of Issarith’s anger and displeasure.
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Post by Lady Smara on Jan 6, 2012 4:26:42 GMT -5
As the flight continued, Sakorai was melded completely with her gold, but as such she kept well away from any who might try to touch her, to catch her just as those lustful males chased after her Gold. So it was, with most queen flights, that those unbounded to the dragons who lead – or rather herded the woman and men toward her very own Weyr. While most greens would be taken to the flight rooms, the exception to that were the golds. This was a flight for Weyr Leadership after all – not any quick romp in the furs as the saying went.
Little did they know.
So it was that when her gold brushed up against Zorometh that Sakorai too finally let herself brush up against the rider, D’seus. Sexually as she slid a hand across his chest before spinning away before he could return the touch – Issarith too tucked her wings and let herself spiral down back into the black clouds that were pouring rain onto the Pern below.
Several long moments did not see the gold break out back beneath the clouds, however, and several browns and a few bronzes left the flight at this point, no longer able to take the sheer altitudes that the gold was playing her dangerous game in. A lightning bolt light the clouds before she broke back above them into that other world to find only a handful of bronzes left. Another roar of challenge and another spin showed that she was not quite done, but with each movement another bronze got closer to the goal they sought.
It would not be long before this golden queen made a mistake and was caught --- or perhaps it was the point where she finally let in to their lust?
It really was hard to tell. Especially with queens.
((One last change to post before I wrap this up. Give everyone one last shot at the winning post. ^_~))
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Post by HG on Jan 6, 2012 21:21:42 GMT -5
The testing and teasing of the Queen was ongoing. Zorometh remained strong, steady. His wings were still pumping air as if it were easy even if some of the others were beginning to really tire. Perhaps it was for the best that those remaining were strong enough to endure the thinner air and the Queens quick turns and twists. Zorometh was following well, from what he could see though the Bronze still wondered if she would show her favor to any one of them. The teasing was not yet over it seemed. Issarith’s hide touched his briefly but enough to send the Bronze whizzing after the Queen. Her touch seemed to encourage him to a point where the Bronze was giving more than he thought he could put into the flight. She wanted him to show her what he was made of and he was willing to do so. On the ground D’seus caught the scent of the blonde’s skin, damp from the rain. Her touch sent shivers through his body of anticipation. His lust was now only provoked further. Even the Bronze was acting more and more on his lust as he soared through the dark clouds after the smaller Gold. There were moments throughout the flight when they had lost competitors but none more than now. Zorometh came back up through the clouds after the Gold to the sunlit realm of Issarith. Here she could dance in circles around them. Here she could do whatever she pleased and choose whatever path she wanted. The cold air came into his lungs making them burn from the difference in temperature. His hide could withstand the cold much better than his lungs though they still worked to supply the body with what it needed while under great stress. He was glad not for the first time that he had been working so hard on his endurance. Her challenge was answered by his own bugle. He was not one to be vocal during at flight but at this point she was seeing who still chased and who was strong. He had every intention of making himself known whenever possible. She was going to tire soon and then she would choose or be caught but he rather thought most Golds chose who would catch them. At least that was the way it seemed to him. As if any Bronze could really outsmart a Queen in flight without her compliance. He was swept up in the movement of the Queen as she continued to pull stunts which were completely unexpected. He veered one way than another trying to guess before she moved which way she would go. Being a step behind would not win him the flight.
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Post by Marnark on Jan 6, 2012 21:43:16 GMT -5
Neinoth twisted his wings ever so slightly and slipped sideways through the air as the lovely Queen changed her direction in response to seeing dragons above her. It really didn't bother him much at the moment, cruising in his altitude as he watched her labor in her own ascent into the rain. Beating his wings only enough to keep his height, he watched in patience as the rest of the flight rose to the pre-anticipated altitudes.
Watching her actually fly up into the storm clouds was something he hadn't expected however. Beneath and above storms was fine, but inside? Neinoth had traversed such places before, and it was nothing to sneeze at. Much less for a bunch of love-crazed creatures, or a Queen who hadn't flown local storms before. A touch of concern laced his swirling, lust-colored eyes as Neinoth winged his way up into the clouds himself. He would follow her, but concern for all involved did touch his consciousness.
Battling his way through the heart of the storm was not an easy task. Switch winds, driving water yet to become rain, ice flecks whirling up and down in the columns of the storm were nothing to sneeze at. Neinoth was just glad that it wasn't a thunderstorm or worse, where hail could be found to be whipping up and down inside the clouds, or electric shock sizzling from pocket to pocket.
Buffeted and blown in random directions by the currents despite his size, Neinoth was glad to finally follow that wake up above the tumultuous storm cloud. Breathing in relief, he turned on a bit of speed to close his distance between himself and the lovely, gleaming form of the ascending Queen. A soft croon issued forth as he marveled at her beauty. Canting to one side, he rolled wing over wing with his pinions half closed. Flicking his wingtips out at the last moment, he scored deep troughs in the top of the cloud, stripping the soft white stuff up into the clear air as streamers trailing behind his wingtips. Spreading his broad bronze wings out as far as they would go, he cruised through the air again with what seemed and appeared to be ease of grace and little effort. It was all a facade however, as he was struggling to use as little air to do what he had to do as possible. Up here, especially fresh out of the storm, the air would not only be any real help, but it could scald the lungs for the moisture and chill. As such, he breathed slowly, and only through his nostrils, giving the air a chance to warm and condense inside his head well before it ever reached his much more fragile lungs.
But he did spare some air for a silent, lip-curling snarl when Zorometh made like to steal the show, especially with the special attention he received in turn. But any actual growl or snarl he might have uttered was kept silent. It wouldn't do to piss the Queen off in any way shape or form, not if he intended to woo and win her. Which he fully did intend to do.
He'd caught her before - granted on the ground - he would do it again. Throwing caution to the winds and inhaling a cold, harsh breath, rushing oxygen through his system as his wings tore through the thin air. One of the advantages of large wings was it didn't take very many beats to move a whole lot of air. Turning on every bit of speed he possessed, he twirled and zoomed through the air toward her tantalizing tail.
That tail would be his, there was no way he was going to let Zorometh make off with it hitherto. Cutting and switching in the air as he advanced, Neinoth powered his way up close to the Queen, drawing abreast of her and flicking his tail across the way toward her in a flirtation action before swerving hard in her direction in a tight roll, talons reaching out to seize her Golden form for his own.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Jan 7, 2012 0:15:47 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyr Pyralis Wingleader The flight had prolonged for quite a bit as it was, much longer than any green could ever hope to fly. And while he could feel his strength slowly waning away Tseravith was reluctant to give up and fly away. Oh no, by Faranth’s eggshell, if Zorometh was still able to fly then he was more than fine to keep on going. There was no way the bronze would allow himself to lose, especially not to such an old timer. Zorometh could go chance and win as many greens as he wanted, he could stay with his little play toys. He would not, however, get this gorgeous queen. Not If Tseravith could help it. Even as they were silently herded away and into the weyr of Sakorai it was evident men, woman and dragons were all too deep in their shared bond and mental link to notice. Such it was that J’ldaem never noticed the change of scenery, never noticed when the rain stopped her cold iron grip smacking into his skin and clothes again and again. Even the cold, now standing all as they were around the Weyrwoman, that was a product of the excess amounts of rain water soaking their full figures and their garments was a thing unregistered to his mind. All that mattered to J’ldaem/Tseravith was the golden pair of Sakorai/Issarith – and making sure they were the victors of this flight. Such it was that both man and dragon let out a slow and angered hiss, Tseravith’s eyes swirling with vivid reds mingled among the various shade of purples, as he watched Issarith brush against Zorometh slightly. The anger was fully directed at Zorometh, teeth bared slightly before he mimicked Issarith’s movements once more, diving to the storm clouds below mere seconds behind the pale queen. It was her glow which kept him from straying too far, always keeping barely a dragonlenght away from her at any time, and even the faint static building among the dark gray layer of clouds they currently traversed could detain him. He was fully focused on the prize, on this intriguing and foreign queen that was so different from any he had met before. For she was, indeed, very different; and Tseravith found this dangerously alluring. No sooner had they both reemerged from the clouds once more, along with the remaining bronzes still willing to give chase in such a dangerous and testing environment, a lightning bolt had gone off not too far away. And yet none of that mattered, absolutely none, as the small bronze beat his wings harder, their larger size and his small body making it a wonderful combination. Not only could he cover more ground quicker than other bronzes around his size thanks to the oversized wings, but his lighter frame ensured he wasted less energy and breath in doing so. He could feel his chest and lungs on fire, breathing slow and deeply through his nostrils, but nothing would deter him, nothing would break him. He was here to win. So it was that as he moved closer, opting close the distance further between himself and Issarith, the bronze noticed the incoming Neinoth. Eyes flared with various shades of red in pure anger as the bronze noticed the tactic the older dragon was trying to pull, letting out a loud and feral roar from the pit of his vocal chords. How dare he, had they not insulted the queen enough already by daring to fly above her? And now this worthless bronze thought he could forcefully catch Issarith? Wasting no wing beat he had propelled himself faster, using his much smaller body to quickly maneuver and position himself above Neinoth as he descended, his neck stretching to try and snap a the back haunches of the bronze. Tseravith wasn’t stupid to try and confront Neinoth head to head, it would mean serious injury for him (if not certain death) to do so with their size and build difference. Sure, he had collided against Zorometh in the past – but that had simply been out of accident; something both bronzes had cleared out weeks afterwards (even if their rider were still resentful at the whole ordeal to one another). This, however, this was different; completely willing and thought out in each and every movement and action. Tseravith had opted to distract Neinoth, knowing a head on confrontation would simply mean forfeiting his victory (‘cause come on, really, Tseravith knew he was the only one here worthy for Issarith) and the bronze would be having none of that. Whether his bite landed on Neinoth and drew ichor or missed wasn’t really relevant, his only goal was to distract the larger bronze and ruin Neinoth’s focus from his dirty scheme; create a window of opportunity big enough for the queen to sneak away (if she already hadn’t noticed the dirty trick and already and danced away from the brute of a bronze) and soon enough the bronze was zooming away from the other male, once more scanning the sky for her beautiful form. Soon he spotted the pale gold, forcing his wings as he once more shortened the distance between them, now flying below Issarith in an almost parallel form. From there he finally allowed himself to let out a soft croon only for her ears, an open invitation for this gorgeous beauty. Here he was, the only one that had respected her space from the start: he had not insulted her by bleeding as she did so as well in the pens; he had always stayed at the front with the other stronger bronzes, and yet had never flown above her as if he was her superior but at the same height as her equal; he had followed each dive, each turn and spin into an almost mirrored version of herself; and he had defended her honor by not only chasing those worthless blues away, but attacking Neinoth as well. None of these bronzes knew how to properly act towards a queen, especially not that worthless Neinoth, but he did. Could she not see he was more worthy than all of the other males combined? Another soft croon was given, his whirling lustful eyes fixed on the form right above him; barely a wing beat away. Should he want he could simply shoot upwards and try to forcefully claim Issarith that very moment, but why would he? She would come to him. Tseravith was certain; this pale golden queen would willingly fly into his embrace, once and for all teaching all these other males how worthless they were and how much more superior he was himself to them all. Only he was truly worthy of such a magnificent being as Issarith.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jan 8, 2012 22:10:35 GMT -5
Achillith stayed with the brightly shining queen as she spiraled this way and that. He had increased his distance from her a bit so he didn't crowd her. He noticed the actions of the bronzes he was flying with. The tricky sneaky way of trying to catch her with his tail that Zorometh tried, caused him to silently snarl himself at the rashly bold move. The reaction from Neinoth and the way he snarled and went after the bigger Zorometh caught him a bit off guard but didn't surprise him for those two had a history of this during flights.
He followed when the pale gleaming beauty dove into the icy wet clouds, down far enough to make breathing easier for a bit. Instinct made him rise again into the cold clear sky above the clouds. Back where lungs strained and moving was more difficult. He found her, further ahead then he expected so he used what strength it took to catch back up.
But when the smaller Tseravith moved in and crooned to Issarith irritated him more then he could understand. Crooning was one thing, but the way he did it rubbed Achillith a bit raw. He didn't know why it did, he just knew it did. For some reason it made him try harder then ever.
He moved closer to the shinning beauty but didn't waste his breath talking to her. She wanted proof they were strong enough, brave enough and just plain good enough. He would do this for her. He was young enough to keep up to this smaller beauty. The bigger older ones would be having a harder time of it.
Where she moved, he moved sometimes in perfect sinc as if he knew where she was going at the same time. He did not let this fool him. He may not have won any golden flights and he was smart enough to know they were all different. She would choose whom she felt was worthy, and if she wanted to rip him to shreds she would do that too. Her movements had taken him by surprise more often then not, but it did nothing to cool his ardor. If anything, it fueled it.
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A'miri was totally lost in his dragons lust, he moved with his dragon in every way. When everyone started moving inside it was a shock to his system. He could feel Achillith's surprise and anger and determination. He still kept his distance so to not crowd. He didn't want to anger the rider any more then his dragon wanted to upset the golden one he was chasing.
He could feel his lifemate loosing steam, It would be over soon wouldn't it? Wasn't this effecting the queen as it was his bronze? Willing himself to take slow deep breaths, he hoped it was helping his dragon to do the same.
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Post by Lady Smara on Jan 8, 2012 23:45:42 GMT -5
Finally! Issarith had felt the burn in her own lungs as the strain for oxygen continued at these heights, the strain that laced through her wing muscles and back as she kept up her quick pace in such a thin sky and yet it had taken these large brutes so long before one finally realized that she was waiting on them. She was waiting for a bronze who would take control, who would force her hand. And Neinoth did just that.
Exhausted and ready to give herself willingly to a dominate bronze – a bronze dominate enough to even extend that dominance over her, she was shocked and angry when Neinoth was attacked by another bronze. The spell broken before it could be completed, Issarith turned in a quick loop and let the anger get the better of her lust. This was her flight! And that pathetic excuse for a bronze thought that he had the right to judge those who would be her mates? Chasing off blues was excusable but she would not stand by and watch her bronzes, her handsome bronzes chased off.
Turning and snapping, the gold flight took a sudden and dangerous turn for the unexpected as well as the unknown as the pale, golden queen attacked the bronze Tseravith beneath her. Entangling herself with him, she wrapped her wings around his using her brute strength and will power to force a free fall as the two descended through the storm clouds, falling like an entangled rain drop. She bit and clawed and roared out her anger – but by the time they broke out through the bottom of the storm clouds once more, her lust had taken back over and the freefall continued in mating – and angry, heated, feral mating – but a mating none the less.
Sakorai too, had been before A’lez, her hands upon his chest and her face upturned, ready to take a kiss by lustful force if necessary when Issarith turned so forcefully upon Tseravith. A fierce scream escaped Sakorai as she turned toward the rider whom she suddenly had so much hatred for. It was a punch that landed first across the lust driven man’s chin before she threw her whole body at him, the two falling in a tangle upon the bed. Like the dragons, it started out a truly vicious fight as the woman tried to beat the man to a pulp and the man/dragon simply fought for some sort of control of the suddenly out-of-control situation.
((Flight Ended – Closing Posts Welcome – Next Day Thread will be started shortly. Grats Tseravith and J’ldaem! … oh… and sorry about the bruise on the face. ^_^’’))
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jan 9, 2012 0:12:34 GMT -5
Achillith watched the queen turn vicious attacking Tseravith and wrapping her wings around him as the pair fell through the clouds. He followed closely in case the pair broke apart. There was some small satisfaction that the golden one was tearing up the bronze she attacked. The pain of defeat fell hard on the young bronze when the pair mated instead.
He called to his life mate to hurry to their ledge, he wanted away from the Weyr in case he was tempted to tear into the younger bronze. He was so angry and frustraited. Would he NEVER be good enough? It weighed heavy on the bronze. ------------------ Coming out of the lust with anger surprised A'miri. He headed his dragons request for getting out of the Weyr for awhile. He was tempted even now to punch the winning riders jaw hard. He lit out for his weyr on the run. He met his hard breathing dragon on the ledge and threw his riding straps on in a hurry. Once secure, they took off and went between to a warmer calmer place.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Jan 9, 2012 1:19:20 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithRefuge Weyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader What in Faranth’s sacred eggshell... A minute the man had been moving closer to Sakorai just as his Tseravith moved closer to Issarith, the beginnings of a lust filled purring sound echoing in his vocal cords in mimic of his bronze’s own subtle croons, and then suddenly pain. The woman, having been half way close to entangling herself in A’lez’ arms, had suddenly whirled around like a demonic storm of Thread and had come right his direction. The sucker punch she’d landed square in his jaw had been completely unexpected, though J’ldaem wasn’t one to just stand idly by. It was pure instinct that helped the man not lose his balance from the surprise attack, and as Sakorai came at him full force he was more than ready to catch her. There was much wrestling involved at first, in his lust the man managing to somewhat corral the woman towards the bed, though it was with a rather strong jerk that she had been the one to fling him to said piece of furniture first. Still, as she came at him once more J’ldaem didn’t really had much qualms or complains –he was rather amused and enjoying the spice that such a turn of event brought into his life. Really, angry sex was the best sex after all. * * * Much like his rider the bronze flying below Issarith hadn’t truly expected her to turn so viciously at his form in the blink of an eye. Really, he had been doing her a favor o defending her honor, and this was how the golden queen repaid him in kind? As the pale glowing mass of Issarith collided with his own it was instinct that ruled his movements – wings and tail moved unconsciously to lock against her own flailing limbs, ignoring the pain of the many wounds and bruises her claws were scoring on his form in the process. Through gritted fangs the male still managed to emit another soothing croon, eyes whirling quicker and quicker as the red in them was fully replaces by a sea of various purple and violet shades in his lust ruled state. Finally, as they broke out from the gray storm clouds in free fall, Tseravith was able to gain the upper hand and control in the matter; his neck quickly swerving to entangle with Issarith’s as his larger wings spread open to slow their mad descent. It wouldn’t do for the new rulers of Refuge Weyr to end up as splatter marks of the earth below, and though strained and in agony the bronze did a magnificent job of ever so softly gliding through the rain filled sky. He would make sure their mating lasted as long as he could possibly hold out, and even as he could still feel the anger radiating from the golden form in his embrace the bronze couldn’t help but feel a prideful swelling in his chest. By Faranth, if dragons could smile Tseravith would have been the proud owner of the smuggest smirk in the history of Pern at that exact moment. * * * After a few more bites and clawing from the wild blond on top of him, just as Tseravith managed to finally regain control, J’ldaem finally managed to turn the tables on Sakorai as well. With a firm grip on both her wrists he had managed to reverse their positions, and once that had been done the rest had been rather easy – especially thanks to the lust radiating through the shared mental link of their mated dragons. It was with a rather smug smirk, the one which his bronze could never hope to reflect in his features yet he could share fully with His in this moment, that he finally started guiding the events his way now. The other people in the room be damned, really, if any still remained by then.
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Post by HG on Jan 9, 2012 13:48:04 GMT -5
Zorometh was wasting no effort in trying to catch the Queen. He easily made sure he was in a good position to catch her should she want him to. There was a moment where he saw Neinoth try to take her. Achillith's smooth talking had had no affect on her either. He did not feel too bad for him though, the Bronze was younger than most of the others competing. Zorometh however was in his prime, he had won Gold Flights before and his experience should only help him at this point. His rider's flirtations with the Queenrider meant nothing in flight. Issarith could very well choose any one of them.There she was, right in front of him hide shining in the light.
He felt the moment she was ready as much as the others did but as he predicted she chose who would win. Out of nowhere, the Gold turned and latched onto Tseravith. While it was a bit strange to Zorometh, he supposed each Queen was different. He tried to sort through the emotions of defeat and lust while flying away from the now mated pair. Tseravith was a small Bronze and she was a small Gold, perhaps it made sense. The Bronze consoled himself but felt no better about the situation. He didn't mind Tseravith but his rider would make D'seus' life horribly stressful now. Things were going to be bad. He had a horrible nagging feeling about the event.
The Bronze felt himself slowly seperating mentally from his rider whose thoughts were rather jumbled as he came back into his own frame of mind. There were the obvious things to sort through his mating lust and the fact that Zorometh had not won which brought him to the subject that most concerned him, who had won the flight. J'ldaem was going to be the death of him one way or another. The Bronzerider however did the polite thing and walked quietly out of the room. He needed a release and he wasn't going to find one in that room. There were plenty of women he could rely on in times like this but instead of searching anyone out he saw the flight moths and took one of them by the hand, gently. They could go to his weyr since it was not too far.
The Bronze meanwhile was feeling a bit down about the entire event. He should have tried to stand out more. Maybe then she would have liked him. What did Tseravith have that he didn't? Oversized wings and a little body. Hmmmph. Well he did not care to be like that little snake. Although he generally felt no ill will towards the other dragon, in circumstances of heightened emotions and increased connection with his rider, he was prone to getting a little more unkind to the dragon. Zorometh flew down slowly from the skies to land in the lake where he swam for a good candlemark, cooling off in more ways than one.
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