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Post by Inadua on Jul 23, 2012 15:08:05 GMT -5
A Sienna figure of ultimate draconc wisdom and prowess loomed ever closer on Elynth's tail. There were no seductive words of desire to share with the Queen now, he was too focused for that. Siglith's eyes were only for her and everything else in his world could only exist in his periphery. It was as if it had always had been that way. It was as if every moment of his youth, ever hour he'd spent training his sleek muscles to fly strong and hard was to compete with the best in order to win her favour on this very day. Siglith was going to prove that he was the best mate for her, and that if she so chose, he always would be. As Elynth flew into the sun, Siglith's eyes wanted to squint or turn away; but he'd come this far and now there was no turning back...he was so close, he caught the fullness of her pheramone perfumed scent around him in the air! Though the sun's rays threatened to blind him, it was only the Queen's beatific form that reflected there in his eyes. He could just make out the outline of her sinuous frame. He would see her clearly if she darted away from the sun. There was no escaping from him now, and he shared with her the pleasant ardor that filled him -a desire for eachother, perfect mates that they could be moments away from sharing. He willed that she should pick him! In truth, he hoped that she would make her decision quickly. The muscles of his shoulders and chest were aching...but it was only pain! Acid crept into his muscles and his heart pounded in his chest, his entire body working overtime to replace necessary oxygen and energy to keep him going. There was no time for nurturing any fears of failure or the fear that his muscles might reach that point of extreme exhaustion. This was his time! He would prove himself to her!! As Elynth roared, Siglith answered, and in response, completed the mental meld between himself and his own rider. He would need every ounce of determination and willpower to succeed in this, which he could borrow in excess from T'gir. Far below them, T'gir had at some point moved from his place of repose to move to Marlaey's side. When she clutched at the table, gasping, the Brownrider was behind her, sliding one hand down her arm in a tender carress while the other hand took claim of her own. Gentle fingers clasped her own within his grasp in a reassuring measure just before he lost himself to Siglith's mind mesh. T'gir was very aware that Elynth and Marlaey had yet to make their choice clear about a mate, but desire was too great, and their combined determination overcame any conscious effort T'gir may have normally taken to refrain from approaching her yet. If it became the Queen's will, then he would have to back down, but until that became clear to him, he was there with her...and like his dragon, wasn't about to step down. As the mind of dragon and man intertwined, T'gir's hands drew Marlaey against his chest as if he himself could thereby snatch the regal form of Elynth from the sky. He wanted to be covetous of her, so strong was his sensual desire, but he would never disrespect her in such a way. So he poured all of his willpower and determination and belief in Siglith's ability to finish the flight, joining his amazing Brown in the clouds. From there on out, his body felt so light, the only thing that reassured him he was still standing was the feel of Marlaey's warmth up against him. Swallowing hard against the passion that only heightened within him as he fully shared Siglith's own feeling toward the Queen, that burning desire only served to remind him again that the rest was all up to Elynth/Marlaey. A black speck high above the horizons of the world, the dark form of Crucluith was also still in pursuit. Though he was strong and accustomed to the long flights of threadfall, his greater bulk took more energy to sustain and he too, was feeling the strain within every fiber of his muscles. He saw Elynth's eyes turn upon Achillith and Siglith; she seemed to favour them. The Bronze wanted to proove he was the strongest! He would fight for the right to Fly Elynth. Turning into the sun as Elynth had, his direct focus left Elynth to the Bronze in closest proximity in order to avert his eyes from the painful sun, ...but not without good reason. Without taking the care even to look to see who it was, Crucluith's maw snapped at the Bronze, his jaw still stained with herdbeast blood. A terrible growl uttered from the depths of his chest, posing a never more obvious challenge to the other suitor. In Marlaey's weyr, where everyone involved in the chase had gathered, T"shiro's eyes had lost their focus, having joined his Bronze in flight. How long they'd been in flight however, he couldn't tell. However long it'd been, he was beginning to share the ache of tired muscles that his dragon fought against with every wing stroke. Rider shared every moment in the clouds that his handsome beast experienced. Just as clearly as Elynth's eyes turned favour upon Achillith and their Brown companion, T'shiro recognized it. For a moment he stopped breathing. A completely different instinct raked irregularities in the previous willpower and desire that he and Crucluith shared. STOP! But Crucluith was already advancing more aggressively upon a Bronze competitor who had now become no more than mating competition, whom he cared not for. His rider's words however, drew his focus back to his human on the ground, fracturing the bestial rage he'd begun to feel inside. Stop, Cru! T'shiro's concern however, wasn't formed fully for the Bronze on the receiving end of Crucluith's malcontent; it was partially for Siglith & T'gir. Crucluith, land now. Please. This is just as difficult for me as it is for you, but she favours another. You have seen it, too! Take yourself out of the Flight. If Siglith is in her Eye, then I won't let either of us get between them.
Please don't intervene with other Bronzes either. If he does win..he should be able to win it fair and square. It would disgrace his honour if you tried to take another Bronze out of the flight. Please ,Crucluith!The Bronzerider's mind had penetrated so deeply into Crucluith's consciousness that the Bronze found he hadn't the strength of Will to resist. With a roar equating to the defiance he felt at the pull of his rider's Will tangled up in his own, the dragon broke from the Queen's flight abruptly, veering in a sharp downward turn. Through gritted teeth, T'shiro groaned his frustration. The Bronzerider's eyes turned to where T'gir had managed to fenegle himself into a position with Marlaey against him. He tried not to be angry, but the residual effects of the entire experience of a Mating Flight still pumped through his veins, circulating through the very core of his being even as the mental ties with Crucluith were released. T'shiro turned to storm out the door of the Queen's weyr, only afterward realizing he shouldn't forget his respects to her, even now; even as she may not have even noticed his departing. The Bronzerider strode hurriedly through down the hall breathing quite heavily, his eyes wild, but not filled with ire. He was feeling more sexually impassioned than anything still. In any case, he could not bring himself to feel resentful or hateful toward T'gir. Leaving the Flight had been his decision...he could have just let Cru finish it out, even if he didn't win. But no.. The Queens eyes were already on others, and he didn't want there to be any chance from that point on, that he could get in the way of T'gir achieving that goal. Marlaey was too sweet anyway; she needed someone more like T'gir. T'gir was a better man than T'shiro felt like he could ever be, and he of all people was deserving of this, if that is what Marlaey/Elynth chose. I'm sorry to do this to you Crucluith. Forgive me. I don't know if you will be understanding of this or not, but before I came here...before I met you...T'gir was my master. That is something I can never forget, even as a Bronzerider. I cannot get in his way!For the briefest moment, a hint of fear tinged his mental voice. T'shiro's stride led him to Vaylee's weyr. He hoped that he'd find her there, or maybe on the way, and that she'd be a willing bed-partner this early in the day. The Bronzerider hurried so that he could whisk the blonde beauty away into yet another fervent episode of their love affair.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Jul 23, 2012 17:50:25 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithWeyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader On and off; that was how J’ldaem and Tseravith kept connected as the flight proceeded.
There was no doubt in the bronzerider’s mind, or in the dragon himself, but each had their own reasons to keep this routine up for the time being. Eventually he would join Tseravith and meld fully with the bronze, J’ldaem was just being a bit precautious for the time being until then. After all the flight had still just started, and the man doubted it would finish any time soon and quickly; unlike Issarith this gold was large, the largest of all the mature queens in the Weyr so far actually.
He could feel the anger in the back of his mind at his thought, and anger not his own but that of Tseravith. While the bronze was a master at concealing his emotions from the rest of the world when he chose to, like now as he flew Elynth, he would forever be an open book to J’ldaem just like his rider was to him. He did not approve of the way His viewed and thought of his Issarith, and he was not afraid to let his anger show to his bond.
This was the reason the man kept the on-off melting of the two; Tseravith was highly competitive today, fueled not only by desire to mate but desire to prove himself as the best for Issarith. She had chosen this game as her challenge to him and he had accepted without hesitation. It angered him to play such a game, could she not see he out of all the male in the Weyr was the one that desired her the most? But so be it, if she wanted proof he would give it to her; he would show her he was the best option—he had been last time and he would forever be the best option for her.
And so J’ldaem too the time to watch the other men in the room, watch as Marlaey was finally dragged by Elynth to finaly join her mentally in the flight as her once scared eyes finally glazed over much like many of the other men in the room. With faint tension he watched T’gir pullcloser to the now gone Marlaey, daring to touch the girl and pull her hand to his and to his chest; the nerve of the brownrider indeed!
Up in the sky Tseravith also showed his dislike, sensing upon J’ldaem as His viewed the interaction, the bronze letting a loud brassy bulging challenge in the form of a roar at Siglith. His challenge would have to wait however, the reflection of the sun from another direction catching the bronze attention just in time to see Crucluith turn to snap.
With a quick maneuver in his wings, almost unconscious now thanks to the hard and drilling practices His constantly dumped on their wing, Tseravith had dropped in height with fluidity and grace just enough to dodge the other male’s attack. Eyes whirling quickly in red and faint purple shades he roared back to the other before speeding once more; using a sharp and calculated movement of his body once more to try and slam his tail upwards to the soft underside of the other male, much like a cruel whip, before placing himself out of reach of the other male.
He would have done much more without a doubt but the bronze had more pressing concerns in mind than to deal with an unworthy adversary. Tservith had decided from the start that he would win this Flight, therefore coming across any injury that might hindrance in any way this outcome was not an option. That did not mean he didn’t strongly desire to tear Crucluith a new one however...
[Let it go, the focus is Elynth.]
With a final dismissive snort he angled his path once more upwards, making up for lost ground as he passed some of the other males that had taken opportunity of his slight distraction to once more come to the top of the wing once more, at par with Zorometh and a few others. A loud rumbling growl reverberated through his frame as his eyes caught sight of Siglith once more, and down on the Weyr even J’ldaem had to force himself to not act on the instinct of both his dragon and himself. Let that fool think he could sway Marlaey by touching her, no doubt the bold move would backfire on him hastily.
This was no longer the demure weyrling Marlaey standing before them anymore after all; this was Elynth/Marlaey now, and no self-respecting Queen ever took advances on themselves without permission in a welcoming matter. Issarith had been the finest example of that, the multiple scars among Tseravith’s hide a reminder he proudly wore each day; like the righteous wounds earned of a battlefield by a soldier.
Crucluith was gone now, pulled away no doubt by T’shiro as the man fled the room; and along with him a few other riders left, their dragons spent nd too wary to continue their chase for the young Queen. The initial lrge wing of males in the sky was slowly reducing itself as time went on; how fitting that two of the three Wingleaders of the Weyr should still be at the front leading it all.With that thought the Weyrleader smirked slightly, stealing a faint glance of the only man in the room he truly considered competition, before he finally melded once more with Tseravith’s conscience—this time it would be permanent, until the Flight was through and completed.
And with all his determination and competitive rage Tseravith welcomed His fully into his mind, finally flying as one with no more breaks in between. Each fed from the strength of the other, fueling one another to continue, refusing to even recognize the faint pain that had begun to develop along the bronze’s wing muscles. They were too focused on the prize, on the golden beauty which was Elynth but a dragonlenght or two away.
Only the thought of winning would be entertained, and nothing else.
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Post by HG on Jul 24, 2012 16:22:07 GMT -5
The youngest Bronze pair in the flight was not about to let the others steal his thunder. No matter how much more experienced the others were, he was going to do everything in his power to show the Queen he was worthy. Or’yn/Rath was in the sky, waiting for his chance to shine. As they flew after her, closer and closer to the sun, the Bronze did not falter. The sun could almost blind him so Rath kept his eyes slit instead of wide. Despite his increased watchfulness on the Queen he could not help but to notice that some of the competition was out of line.
He was growing more irritated as he watched both Achillith and Siglith showing off. Siglith was a simple brown, how dare he get so close to Elynth so soon! The Queen needed time to establish how the flight would go. If that arrogant brown thought they were going to allow him to win, he had another thing coming. They weren’t possessive but it was much too soon for anyone to be laying claim to the Queen. While he brushed aside these thoughts he noticed the other Bronzes seemed to be pacing themselves, waiting for the most opportune moment to swoop in and claim her.
Elynth was reveling in the freedom of being a Queen in flight. She was the largest and most beautiful the Weyr had to offer. She was the envy of all who looked upon her. As she put herself in and out of the most amazing positions, she teased them. Her writhing body was reflecting the sun’s rays, casting light at the gazes of those in pursuit. Rath was keeping pace with the others and was surprised when Crucluith and Tseravith nearly collided. Flights never went smoothly but it was perhaps a good thing that Crucluith abandoned the chase. Tseravith seemed to be in one of his worse moods. Rath was only pleased because it meant less competiton.
T’gir touching Marlaey did not go over well with any of them. Firstly it was inappropriate to do so during a flight unless the Goldrider chose to touch them first. Secondly what was to keep them all from crowding her? Or’yn’s emotions aside, he knew better than to piss the rest of the men in the flight off by doing something that indicated any kind of favor with the young woman or possession. Rath, the rational dragon, was in command now and would not let Or’yn’s emotions interefere with chasing Elynth. The distraction T’gir created was quickly thrust from the mind of Or’yn. The flight was not won on the ground after all. Rath heard Tseravith’s angry roar at the brown and although he wished fervently to echo it, tried to keep his focus where it was most needed.
The air grew colder the further in height they flew until Elynth suddenly plummeted down in an awe-inspiring spiral. Rath flew after her, using his smaller body to streamline down at a faster rate than the larger Queen. The Bronze was close, almost close enough to touch the Gold’s tail. With her being so near, the young Bronze pushed himself to follow more closely. Rath’s body was used to vigorous activity in drills and Threadfall. After all, A’lez kept a tight leash on Or’yn and his training. The Bronze soon found himself among the others and not as far ahead as he would have liked.
Zorometh responded to the other Bronze’s and Brown’s competitive attempts to win the Queen by quickening his pace. He had yet to feel anything akin to burning in the lungs nor were the muscles pulsing with heat just yet. Though Elynth was larger than the other Queens, it did not guarantee a longer flight. He could take more risks in this flight because he had much less to lose. He was already Weyrsecond. The Bronze began to set the pace for the others even as they began to create issues with each other. Zorometh was above drama of any kind. The dragon made sure he was out of the way when Crucluith and Tseravith nearly crashed. He sped after the Queen with seemingly boundless energy.
Even as the sun tried to blind them to her whereabouts, the Bronze continued after her. He could sense the Gold’s desire as much as his own. They were all headed for a very intense next few minutes. The Bronze watched as Elynth’s body contorted in ways that exemplified her power, agility and speed. She moved as if the sky was her stage and she the dancer. He felt himself carried away in the same strange dance. Following her in her downward spiral, he nearly collided with the suddenly quick Rath. He had not expected the other to be still in the flight.
Rath was below him, closer to the Queen and in order not to ram into the younger Bronze Zorometh rolled to his left and caught up to the other Bronze. They were literally neck and neck. Zorometh did not see anything that indicated the young Bronze was tiring. Whatever he was doing to train they were making his stamina among the better Bronzes of the Weyr, The emotional attachment between the riders might also be influencing the Bronze.
Zorometh/D’seus knew that any one of those who were left could catch the Queen. He was looking for a way to catch her by surprise but the young Queen was better at this than anyone was expecting. Like Tseravith he was waiting for his chance to snatch her when she would not expect it. Unfortunately it seemed everyone else was in a better position to do that than he was. While they continued to chase the glowing Gold, they worked out how to change position so that the Queen might be caught.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Jul 26, 2012 12:05:26 GMT -5
Achilleth saw the beautiful Elynth glance at him and the brown Siglith. The young Bronze doubled his efforts to stay closer to the glowing Gold that was headed for the sun. When the Brown dared to get closer Achilleth thought about reacting with a snap and challange of his own, but Crucluith beat him to it. When the Bronze dropped out Achilleth didn't care, one less to worry about. He watched as several others started dropping out as well. He didn't care, as long as there was still a chance he was going to do his best to prove he was worthy.
A'miri watched as T’gir made a move toward Marlaey and dared to touch the Gold rider. How dare he disrespect Marlaey/Elynth in that mannor. They weren't supposed to touch unless the Goldrider touched first. Was the rider daft? A'miri knew such a bold move so early in the flight could back fire on T'gir. A'miri moved a bit closer but didn't touch the other rider. When Marlaey/Elynth looked at him his desire rose with his Bronze. The shear act of Dragons almost colliding in the sky and others dropping out made the connection between A'miri and Achilleth that much closer. When Rath sped by that bond between dragon and rider fully connected and now the pair flew as one. A'miri felt as light as his flying dragon, he felt the strain starting in his chest and wing muscles. This was true freedom and one he loved most. Flying as his dragon was as close as he could describe it.
Achilleth/A'miri didn't have to move out of Rath's way when the younger dragon sped past. They were far enough away to just watch, they had followed the Gold into the sun and watched as she spiriled down catching the sun's rays on her glowing hide and showing them all how agile this large young Gold was. They didn't croon to her, they were trying to match her every move. Achilleth/A'miri together was going to do their best to show this beautiful pair that they were meant to be together.
The Bronzes muscles had just started to feel the stress, he was ignoring the feeling, it wasn't to bad yet. Pulling a daring manover of his own brought him closer to Elynth and in with the older dragons. The training flights were serving him well now, he wsn't going to give up just because of a little strain. Once again he angled just right so the Gold could see his magnificant form. They could smell her desire as well as feel it, working together as one they strove to prove that they were the best choice.
After all, two of those flying belonged to another Gold. And although Achilleth understood the reasons for flying this Gold, he didn't understand the others need to catch another one. What would they do with the ones they already had? Honoring the young Gold's maiden flight was the best way of showing her they approve and want to please her and that was good and as it was supposed to be. Achilleth/A'miri wondered what would happen after the flight for those two. Dropping the thought just as quickly as it came, the pair of them worked a little harder for a better position. One that they hoped would be good enough for Elynth to choose them when she was ready.
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Post by parallel on Aug 1, 2012 14:04:15 GMT -5
Elynth/Marlaey's muscles burned from the strain of her prolonged flight. She was flying harder and faster than she ever had before and her body was fast succumbing to the pressure now. She snarled and snapped, taking in lungful after lungful of sweet cold morning air. It did not quench the fever in her limbs as she had hoped. Her passion was as fiery as she was and she knew it was time to choose. Her eyes whirled crimson and purple as she struck her mind out at her her chasers. It was time for them to feel her. Like an arrow she pierced their minds, her own thoughts and frenzied emotions forcing their way into each one of them.
Which of you is mine? she purred viciously.
She felt Marlaey's body down below, taken hold of by the brown's rider. She roared in anger, but her rider was with her and could do nothing about her body in the weyr now. Elynth/Marlaey tore through Siglith's mind furiously, Do not touch us! she shrieked. The brown had made a deadly mistake.
Seeing Crucluith angle away from her flight only enraged the gold further. These dragons and their riders were not hers. They were not worthy of her. Elynth/Marlaey beat her wings, hating the tension in her shoulders, but pushing through it because she must prove how strong she was. Whipping her head around she pinpointed Tseravith, the Weyrleader's dragon. Elynth knew he did not want her enough. She knew he was focused on another gold. She had glimpsed his fight with the other bronze. Lashing her tail she turned to him coldly Be gone Tseravith, I will not have you nor your fights here! Do not make me tear you apart.
If Marlaey had been more aware of herself she would have panicked at that moment. Were golds allowed to dismiss chasers? Especially when one was leader of the weyr?!
A familiar scent reached Elynth/Marlaey's nostrils and she looked around to find Rath literally on her tail. She grinned draconically. Ready to catch me dear Rath? There are still fine suitors here, she growled mockingly. The queen was very unlike herself now, so much more wild and fierce. She felt no restrictions, no formalities binding her. It was her right to do as she wished in this flight and she would push every single worthy dragon to their limit, just because she could.
And here was Zorometh. A handsome beast. Elynth/Marlaey awarded him a trill for his efforts in catching up with her. She liked him, yes, yes she did. But not as much as... ahh... Achilleth. Elynth/Marlaey bugled loudly at he caught their eye again. She swept her tail across the air and arched her neck as she flew. Fly faster pretty Achilleth, if you wish to have me.. She snapped at Zorometh. He was not needed any longer. There were far more agile and fertile males here for her.
So many handsome males... But they definitely needed to be thinned out now.
Elynth/Marlaey suddenly turned sharply in the air, faring her wings and letting the wind lift her above and slightly behind her chasers. Not expecting the swift movement, many of them would no doubt continue to fly ahead and have to double back to continue the chase, but one or two might be quick enough to keep pace with her.
Her desire was becoming so much stronger now and there were now three clear favourites. She must choose soon, very soon. Perhaps her rider had some ideas?
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Post by Inadua on Aug 1, 2012 16:56:08 GMT -5
Elynth's wrathful words stung in T'gir's mind. The Brownrider's hands subconsciously fell away from Marlaey and with a dizzying step back, the man dropped onto one knee, supporting himself off the floor with a fist. Kneeling there, still refusing to break the mental connection with Siglith, his expression tensed, showing himself to be absolutely determined. This competition wasn't over yet! Elynth hadn't necessarily 'dismissed' Siglith, so he would still risk everything to sway her in his favour. The Brown's words took on a new tone -one that was no longer sweet and affectionate but possessed a confident, coy edge and belied the feeling of exhaustion that was beginning to take its toll on him. Isn't it more attractive to be bold and daring? Who is more willing to risk everything to honour your magnificense? That's right. Siglith wasn't bailing out yet! He was enjoying Elynth's fantastic chase and he could still proove to her that he was obviously the most suitable mate. If he wasn't careful though...he might overdo it. Even now, the Brown was dangeriously approaching that point of no return. For Siglith and His however, the stunning Elynth was worth every effort!
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on Aug 1, 2012 22:53:39 GMT -5
J’ldaem of TseravithWeyrleader && Pyralis Wingleader Which of you is mine?
Finally the young gold had turned her attention to the suitors left in her flight, her mind voice piercing with authority into each of their own heads. Even her rage at Siglith for daring to touch her was perceived, and the bronze could not help but almost feel a smug chuckle inside himself at the action. Served the brown right, that it did, for believing he could compare to them bronzes.
Be gone Tseravith, I will not have you nor your fights here! Do not make me tear you apart.
As Elynth’s attentions suddenly turned towards himself, and not in a favorable way, the bronze couldn’t help but falter in the sky but for a single wing beat as he processed the information. This... weyrling just had the audacity of dismissing him as if h were nothing, and for a fight he had not even looked for or started? Whirling eyes became pools of a dark and yet vibrant red shade, still merged barely with the purple of lust among them, as the dark olive king glared in the direction of this young queen; this young, worthless and useless queen.
[Return.]
The mindvoice of his lifemate pierced through his brain next as J’ldaem followed the train of thought of his beloved Tseravith; the already rather snappish male not in his best of moods today. With a low rumbling growl he angled his way, dropping from the flight and away from foolish Elynth. His gaze settled on Crucluith’s descending form not too far off, and for a split second the male could feel the whirlwind of emotions growing once more; a tornado that threatened to destroy everything in his wake. A faint tinge of red even managed to color J’ldaem’s vision, before the man pulled all his will power into his bond in a simple command.
[The weyr, Tseravith. Now.]
With a mental roar to his rider the bronze finally made his way down to his ledge, disappearing soon inside into the comfort of his stone bed to brood in solitude. He was not in the wrong, foolish Elynth was the one that was wrong. Had he truly wanted he could have tore any of those males beforehand, his response to Crucluith’s stupid maneuvers had been more than natural; much like her own had been for that rude Siglith.
She was nothing but a foolish hatchling still, certainly not worthy of his affections. It only further proved him in the right; only Issarith was truly worthy of his devotion and care. All these Refuge Queens were just useless queens, good only for clutching and no more.
But Issarith... now thatwas a true Queen of Pern.
Rubbing his temples as the connection between Tseravith/J’ldaem was separated the Weyrleader took a moment to gather his bearings, a groan of irritation leaving his vocals for a split second, before finally stepping out of the Junior Queen’s weyr. That foolish gold had no idea what she had almost unleashed in the sky with her careless commands; had J’ldaem not have enough quick wit and strength to thin ahead of Tseravith he did not doubt the bronze would have gone for the other male (or any f the males honestly) right there and then out of spite.
His path was clear though, quickly making his way towards his own weyr to meet his bonded, even though the lust of the flight still vibrated strongly within him. It was something he was able to ignore, though rather uncomfortably he could add, thanks to his bond’s own broody and aggressive feelings tainting his mind; the dragon having emerged from the inside of the cavern once more to claw restlessly at his ledge. Reaching the creature J’ldaem bolted into the space designed for the rider, straps be damned, and with pure authority instructed the beast to wink between and into one of the lakes far enough from the Weyr they currently ruled.
Without missing a beat the bronze angled towards the lake and cool body of water soon as they appeared in the sky, hovering just long enough for J’ldaem to dive from somewhat safe enough height into the cool waters below; before following suit and mimicking his lifemate as the bronze also dived into the welcoming and cooling waters a distance of two or so dragonlengths away from J’ldaem.
They needed to cool off, and they both knew it well.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 2, 2012 21:18:47 GMT -5
Which of you is mine?[/color] Came the teasing call that further inflamed Achilleth/A'miri's lust as the glowing beauty they were chasing teased them all with her flowing words. If only they were for them. Achilleth was doing his best to stay close but not pushy, to show off his good points without over doing it and looking like a hatchling. Never before had he put his whole being into a flight like he was today, he was giving his all and he was starting to feel it burn across his chest muscles. He had a lot more to give and he wasn't going to quit now. Surely Elynth/Marlaey would be choosing soon. Achilleth/A'miri wasn't far off when Elynth turned on Brown Siglith for touching her sensitive glowing body. He didn't blame her for being angry. They weren't the only pair flying today that thought it was going too far. Young or not, it didn't matter. One didn't touch without permission; EVER! To their surprise the chastized Brown continued to fly. Achilleth/A'miri knew better then to snarl a warning or to change what they were doing. Both refusing to anger either Elynth or Marlaey any more then they already were. The next surprise was when the glowing Gold turned on Tseravith. Be gone Tseravith, I will not have you nor your fights here! Do not make me tear you apart.[/color] Achilleth almost faltered at the rage in they young Golds voice. Never before had he heard this young lady speak so to another Dragon. He couldn't ever remember one dismissing a suiter either. Wasn't it more normal to just move toward the one you chose or called them to you? Interesting this young Queen was, more so all the time. A'miri was surprised himself at what was going on, but he kept quiet. Silently he encouraged his Bronze to do his best. The competition was starting to narrow down. Achilleth was more then happy to comply with both his and his riders wishes. When Elynth/Marlaey was done dismissing the Bronze, she spoke to Rath. Achilleth tried hard not to be too concerned with that at all. He knew elynth liked the B ronze. When the Gold turned to look at Zorometh and gave him a trill, Achilleth/A'miri almost snarled. It wasn't easy to keep to themselves. But when she looked at Achilleth/A'miri in that special way, arching her pretty neck and flicking her tail in their direction was almost the pair's undoing. Fly faster pretty Achilleth, if you wish to have me..[/color] Achilleth bugled in return he arched his neck and flicked his tail around the other side of his body, not once daring to touch her unless he had permission. Even though she teased him she was letting him know he wasn't out of the running, yet. Achilleth pulled a tricky manover for one his size. Even though it was telling on his tiring muscles, he wanted this Gold to know he was agile enough to handle it and much more. A'miri/Achilleth wasn't surprised when Elynth snapped at Zorometh. It seemed to them that she had just dismissed him like she had others earlier. He wondered who else would be dismissed before the flight ended. Turning his thoughts away from that line of thinking, Achilleth put his effort back into impressing this wonderful vision in front of him. Below, A'miri was careful to keep his face expressionless as the events in the sky played out. He only had eyes for Marlaey. He moved closer but didn't crowd. He wanted to be close just in case Marlaey/Elynth chose him and Achilleth. Totally lost in the happenings above, he didn't realize that when Achilleth pulled his risky move that he had also mimicked his Dragon's movements. It didn't look the same as he couldn't fly, but his body did the best to match what the big Bronze pulled off. He didn't realize a lock of hair had cropped over his brow that hid his eyes from everyone but Marlaey.
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Post by HG on Aug 4, 2012 17:51:16 GMT -5
D'seus & Zorometh She flew fast and well for one so young. Zorometh was pleased with the way things were going for them. Even as she called to her followers he felt the slightest bit envious of the younger Bronzes. She had shown more favor to Achilleth and Siglith than to himself. In a few moments he had no reason to be concerned about the brown. His daring more than he had right to do was being punished by the vicious Queen. She had come into a full out fury at those who were less than she expected them to be. The increasing tensions were not only between the Bronzes but between the Gold and her chasers as well. He was surprised to see Tseravith threatened and sent away by the Queen. Elynth was in charge and Tseravith had no real choice. It was a bit off putting to see the Queen dismiss the Weyrleader in that moment. The shock only lasted as long as it took her to notice young Rath. The Bronze was doing much better in this flight than the last. Perhaps they should have expected it but there had been little indication Rath was any more prepared this time. The Bronze was not her favorite. It was Achilleth they needed to watch for. Now that Siglith had been reprimanded the biggest competition was Achilleth. Zorometh busy thinking about the way the flight was going so he was completely taken back by the Gold’s sudden snap towards him. He was being dismissed as easily as if she had spoken the Bronze knew this. Perhaps it was for the best. He knew he could outfly the dragons that were left. Of course he could, he no longer made rookie mistakes. If she desired a younger bronze so be it but no one could say Zorometh was infertile. He was the most prolific dragon at the Weyr. He was in his prime after all and had many more Turns to come of large beautiful clutches. She had stung his pride on purpose, foolish Queen. D’seus came back into his own mind in that moment. The dragon was flying back to his weyr in admitted defeat while D’seus backed out of Marlaey’s weyr quietly. There were plenty of people who could sate his remaining desire. Suynie had left with Rhiannoth and quite frankly Zorometh was too spent to take him to her. D’seus used the time it took him to get back to his weyr to think about why things had gone the way they had in the Queen flight. He’d never seen a Gold dismiss Bronzes she did not want around. Then, Marlaey and Elynth were not the typical Gold-Rider pair. --- Or'yn & Rath He was hers and gave no thought for any other dragon. Rath’s steady flight was not shaken by anything the other Bronzes and brown were doing or had done. He was angered by the impudence of the brown in the flight to think he was better than the Bronzes, better than himself. The Queen seemed to be more enraged than any of the males yet brown Siglith continued to chase. As her attentions were distracted by her anger and displeasure towards other dragons, Rath continued to inch closer. The Bronze was surprised by the dismissal of such a strong flier as Tseravith was. Although this worked in his favor in some ways it made him more concerned in others. Being familiar had its disadvantages. He was not excting and new to her even if she was acting nothing like herself. Rath did not have such a changeable nature. Always having been bound by his own rules and orderly behavior flights were difficult for the Bronze. For one, the nature of Queens had never impressed him. What was so great about being mean to those who adored you? Elynth had always seemed different to him than the other Golds but in flight some things were instinctual. She was a Queen and wanted to push her suitors to a point where the weak or lesser males dropped out. Rath was not one of them but he had dropped out of a Gold flight before. Maybe Achilleth was hoping he would do so now. Tough luck, he thought smugly. The Bronze had every intention of making it hard for Achilleth to keep the attentions of Elynth. The next moment she was looking at him, teasing him. Her words sinking in slowly were hard to respond to. After all, he was ready to catch her at any time but she had her own plans for her flight. Rath however felt compelled to respond, Many fine suitors but none worthy of you.She had moved on to trill at Zorometh which irritated him. Zorometh had no real preference for Elynth over the more senior Golds. No sooner had she teased the older Bronze than she was taunting Achilleth. The only one of them that was true competition to Rath from the beginning She was tiring. He knew it but so did Achilleth and Siglith. The Bronze was not tired yet though the slight burning in his lungs suggested he was exerting himself more than he dared to admit. Her flight became more challenging as she practically stopped mid-air, gaining height and then moving in the opposite direction. As she passed him, he did a backward tumble in the air, sending him out after her. He was further behind than before and slightly beneath her. However Rath had not lost enough ground to really count himself out. Every moment she tired more and he gained more ground. His wings burned with exertion but Rath would not give up. Not ever. They belonged together.
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Post by parallel on Aug 13, 2012 16:37:52 GMT -5
Elynth paid no heed to Siglith though her rider did stumble forwards when T'gir let go of her. Marlaey moaned quietly, her head full of the flight and all it's passionate thoughts. Slowly sliding down the wall, she ended up on her knees, her head falling forwards as she slumped down. She was only there in body, her mind still melded with that of her queen dragon's.
Elynth/Marlaey refused to acknowledge the brown's presence at all now, too focused on the bronzes she adored. Siglith had made a crucial error, which had cost him his favour in the flight.
The orange tinged gold beat her wings steadily, trying to ignore the burning sensations searing through her limbs. Her wing muscles ached and she longed to rest, but there was still a choice to make. She cast an eye in Tseravith's direction, watching him spiral down, away from the other chasers. Zorometh soon followed and she growled to herself in a satisfied way. Now those who truly wanted her were left to compete. Twisting her large form she bugled loudly, calling to her chasers, announcing that it was time for one of them to catch her. She was the largest gold at the weyr, larger even than her mother. She was a strong flyer and a passionate queen. They would be honoured to have her as a mate!
She watched Achilleth perform a few impressive movements in the air and she trilled to him. His hide was such a glorious bronze! IT dazzled her! In her opinion he was definitely the most handsome of the males she had had to choose from. Would he be a suitable partner? Would her give her a daughter? And many others besides? Arching her back and then stretching out as far as she could she spread her wings and caught a current of warm air to lift her higher and give her muscles a rest. She felt Rath's mind touch hers and she shivered with pleasure. Rath... dear Rath.. He was such a strong dragon in both body and mind. She knew she could always rely on him.
But who was she to choose.
Letting out a roar of frustration she writhed in the warm morning air, the sun cascading down on her shimmering golden hide.
It was time.
Flaring her wings abrubtly, Elynth/Marlaey attempted to halt in mid air, catching the wind in her sails. She turned and locked eyes with Achilleth. Both Dragon and Rider felt their hearts beat as one, but Marlaey's suddenly ached as though a dagger had been thrust into her. Elynth snarled at the intrusive unwanted feeling of pain during her passion. Her rider had as much choice as the dragon. Marlaey fought her dragon and Elynth fought her lifemate. Their struggle was as fast as the speed of thought. Mere seconds went by though it felt like an age to the pair. Eventually Elynth granted Marlaey's wishes and allowed her access to her mind and emotions once more. The golden queen was torn, truly, between the two males. But Marlaey's heart was the deciding factor. They felt one another's thoughts, searching for the right choice for both of them.
It was decided in a heartbeat.
The young girl felt a rush of love for Or'yn and cried out for him far below in her weyr. Elynth felt the wind push her back towards the bronze dragons and angled herself so that it was Rath who would be closest to catch her. She felt for them both, equally if truth be told, and she might have chosen differently had it not been for her bonded. But no one would know that. She and Marlaey were still growing together, still learning about each other, they were still young.
Mine, Elynth whispered confidently to her new mate.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Aug 13, 2012 18:59:07 GMT -5
They were so close, they were almost chosen. A'miri slowly backed away from Marlaey. Calling Achilleth to come get him in their Weyr. Stumbling A'miri hurried as fast as he could in his condition, keeping in contact with Achilleth every agonizing step. He wanted no co frentations on this maidian flight. He could not stay, he had to gethis bronze and leave.
Achilleth roared with frustration. She chose Rather. Even after locking eyes with him sheet changed her mind at the last second and chose another. When his rider called him he broke away frustrated and angry Achilleth headed for his Weyr. He landed hard, not caring if he sent boulders scattering across the space he shared with his rider.
A'miri slammed open the door knocking it off its upper hinges. Not stopping or caring the flushed face rider stumbled up to where his Bronzes riding straps were hanging. Years of practice aided the man now as he buckled the straps that would keep him safe in flight onto his agitated partner. Once he was sure all was secure, he grabbed the wineskin that he had left hanging on a peg near the ledge and lept up to his waiting Bronzes back. Strapping in securely, the pair lept off their ledge and headed south away from the mating pair.
Roaring once more, Achilleth took them between before reaching the proper height. They emerged on a secluded beach away from trouble and danger. Once there A'miri stripped Achilleth of his gear, and he dropped the wine skin and entered the water himself. They swam and cooled their flight lust blood before returning to the beach. Achilleth to sunbathe, A'miri to get drunk.
They had been so close. So close yet so far.
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