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Post by freya on Aug 1, 2011 20:10:27 GMT -5
M'rek was in his weyr just sleeping the evening away after a tough two days of patrol looking for thread with his wing and finding none. He was very tired and wanted to go to bed when he looked out at his green dragon Isith who was laying out in the summer sun. The sun was glistening off of her and as of late he had noticed that her green hide seemed to glimmer even more. It was during this time that she awoke and soon was flexing her wings then looked over at her rider M'rek then he soon began to feel the feeling of lust and desire. It struck his mind that it was time for a mating flight only his Isith's second in her short life. He watched as she flexed her wings and then let them out with one giant movement was going down to the pens. The rider got dressed in black pants and a white shirt then went to the edge of his weyr on the overlook to watch her. She had risen before nearly six months before and it had been a terrifying experience he hoped that this went better. His eyes watched as she took down one weyr beast and he could feel her hunger and desire. He'd learned from last time and would not try to deny it any longer giving into the feelings. M'rek watched as his green went for another in her true nature she was going to do just enough never one to push the limits. Isith was not one to be affected by anything unless it effected M'rek as well. The young green continued to feast as she bugled alarming all the riders nearby that she was rising and they might try to do their best to catch her. M'rek looked around hoping that there would be a few that would give her a run and just watched as he could almost feel the blood of the weyrbeast going down his own throat. A quick look around he waited as the overwhelming feelings of the flight started to happen and take effect. It always seemed their two minds we're becoming one and he looked onewards choosing to give in to make it a enjoyable experience. |
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 2, 2011 21:38:16 GMT -5
Tyreth stretched lazily as he felt the sudden wave of hazy desire wash through him. Unlike most Blues, Tyreth didn't fly often. His nature was reserved and poised underlined with dignity and grace. As a result, he had found that from an early age he could ignore this lust and move on, flying only those he felt were worth it. J'zen brushed lightly against the dragon's mind in a soft query. Usually the Blue would have smothered the desire and have moved on, but at the moment it was as if the Blue was still undecided.
My dear J'zen, what do you think of a quick Flight. D'isk was our last nearly three seasons ago. I am feeling a tad restless.
The Blue immediately felt the warm and reassuring caress of his rider. J'zen may have been falling for a young woman, but he wasn't about to neglect his closest companion.
Tyreth, Fly the Green. I am confident you will win.
Knowing just what this meant to his confident and silky voiced rider, Tyreth turned his large head so that he could observe the harper sitting cross-legged on the floor with a parchment in his lap and an ink-well at his feet. It was obvious that the young man was in the middle of writing something, most likely a poem for his sisters. J'zen had been missing them so much lately.
I will make this worth both our wiles dear one.
Tyreth felt as if he was truly lucky. J'zen never showed this vulnerable and soft side to anyone other than the Blue, and Tyreth loved him all the more for it. It was moments like these when Tyreth pitied all of the other dragons that had hatched before him for not choosing such a fine and wonderful rider. Yet at the same time Tyreth was grateful. They had left J'zen for him.
Shifting until he was looming over the ledge of their weyr, Tyreth looked back once to see J'zen already rising and dusting himself off so that he could head to where the rider of Isith would be waiting. Then the Blue spread his wings and gave a challenging bugle as he leapt off the ledge glided over to where he knew the Green would be feasting on the blood of a herdbeast.
Isith, have my suitors yet complimented your fine hide, and I am sure you have the flying skills to match.
Unlike when he had been addressing his rider, Tyreth's mindvoice had slid into a sultry purr. He was going to win this Flight, and he was going to do it with more class than all his competitors combined.
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Post by Lady Smara on Aug 3, 2011 12:58:04 GMT -5
S’nuo, mine. Isith rises. We have not flown recently.
Lifting his gaze from the hide in his hand, S’nuo stared into that space between one’s eyes and the material world. Correction, Malith, mine. You have flown several times but can’t seem to catch a woman. Even as S’nuo playfully poked at his little blue, he set down the scroll knowing that the admirable little blue was about to give it yet another go.
S’nuo had stopped trying to keep track of how many times the blue dragon would chase after greens and lose, deciding it was much easier to keep track of the few times the dragon won. It certainly fit on his two hands much easier even after the 20 turns the dragon had been alive.
Isith is young and smaller than I. The blue replied once more, seemingly undeterred from his decision. The truth was that while most green’s still remained smaller than the little blue, there were a handful larger than him and nearly all of the other male dragon’s dwarfed him. What he might have gained in agility was quickly forgotten in his lack of stamina. Even so, S’nuo silently encouraged him. At least Malith had spirit.
Then go get her! I’ll be right behind you. Setting down the scroll, S’nuo stood up and politely dismissed the male candidate he had been speaking with about apprenticing to the weyr’s smith. Walking the young man out, S’nuo felt the heat of passion begin to rise in himself. Yes, now was defiantly not the time to be with candidates. Loosening the lace that tied the top of his tunic, the blue rider walked easily across the bowl.
Isith’s rider was M’rek who happened to ride in the same wing as S’nuo. Because of such, it was easy to pick out which ledge would lead to the rider of the green in heat. While S’nuo was not exactly interested in guys, after riding blue for 20 turns it had simply become a fact that sometimes the one you bedded with your dragon was not always female. That didn’t mean S’nuo had to also be on the receiving end.
I come for you, Isith! The little blue trumpeted as he pumped his wings to bring him swiftly from the candidate master’s weyr to the feeding pens. He would not eat or blood first, the extra weight in his stomach would only do more to hinder the little blue. Instead he landed at the edge of the feeding pens and seemed to bounce between his feet in anticipation. Looking upon the excited little blue, most would not realize he was well above their senior.
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Post by Ise on Aug 3, 2011 21:49:06 GMT -5
D’ero had spent far too much of his day trying to find N’var and having no luck. Some how the green rider had managed to escape everyone’s notice. His already poor mood grew only worse as lust started to radiate off Horuth. Shards, a flight. Just what he needed. The brown rider shoved his own discomfort down. While he could try to stop Horuth from joining in the flight, D’ero had already been scolded before by Jarshan for that. Turning back for the Weyr, D’ero at least figured that a flight meant his day couldn’t get any worse.
Feeling the pessimism that seeped off of D’ero made the brown dragon chuckle softly. He was use to the negative feelings his had for flights. But the fact that D’ero didn’t protest it meant he was… well he was willing to accept it. While D’ero would never learn to love flights, between him and Jarshan he would at least learn to tolerate them. And maybe one day be would be able to control himself a little more. Maybe.
The small brown let out a bugle before rising to his feet and pushing himself off the edge of his ledge. He glided down to the feeding pens, trilling softly to the green Isith before paying any attention to his competition.
Sweet and lovely Isith, ignore these two. One is old and small, the other is just small.
Just to prove his point, the brown puffed out his chest and spread his wings, showing off his full size. Though he was the smallest of the Weyr’s browns, he was still larger then the two blues.
I’m the only one who can give you the flight you deserve![/i]
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Post by freya on Aug 8, 2011 23:38:39 GMT -5
M'rek went to sit down on a chair as the feeling of lust started to overcome him. He looked around as he felt himself flying then felt Isith as she started to fly higher and bugled at her pursuiters. The green would make them earn the honor to be with her and she flow higher in the air into the sun. She did a swan dive down into the bowl and knew that this move would defiantly make them earn it. It was all for M'rek still to be able to stand as he felt the urge for release and realized how much he hated mating flights. He hoped that a woman rider won yet that was rare to happen because only recently had blues started to impress blues.
He was completely attracted to girls yet knew that he would have no choice during a mating flight. M'rek remembered the first time it had been a enjoyable experience and he hoped that it went well again. It was in this that he gave in and went to lay on his bed then awaited what would come. The hope that it was a girl or someone kind because he couldn't handle someone who was black hearted. His Isith sent feelings of hope back to him and he gave into them awaiting the winner.
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Post by Ise on Aug 17, 2011 17:13:28 GMT -5
Horuth took off after Isith, his larger stronger legs giving him a slight edge against the blues on take off. Not that those few feet he had one them would mean much at the end. The brown didn’t think that any green had ever given herself over to a male just because she had been impressed by his take off skills. Still, Horuth would take anything he could get. He flapped hard, doing his best to keep up with Isith crooning at the green whenever he felt she might be able to hear him.
The brown rider walked slowly through the Weyr as he hunted from Isith’s rider. While nothing in front of him seemed to interest him, he was highly distracted by what Horuth was seeing. The heat of the sun on Horuth’s hide was making D’ero sweat. When Isith flew up into the sun, the brown rider was forced to squint his eyes almost shut. And D’ero felt only what his brown felt, the thrill of a flight and the excitement in knowing that he could win against these two little blues.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 21, 2011 13:33:21 GMT -5
Both Tyreth and J'zen had always been uncannily good at hiding their desires caused by the Flight as well as sometimes completely ignoring those desires. As far as they both knew, they were the only ones with that ability. This didn't stop the crescendo of heat pooling into both their bellies, and J'zen slicked his hair back with one hand as a fine layer of sweat had begun to bead his brow. The Bluerider was striding confidently towards the weyr of the Greenrider. He may not have known where to go consciencelessly, but his feet did.
By the time he made it to the weyr J'zen was more than willing to brace one elegant hip against the smooth wall of the room. It would appear that the rider was one J'zen had yet to have the pleasure of meeting, but that would hardly matter in the long run.
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The dark wings of Tyreth beat slowly, almost languidly as he shot off after the Green. Although he was very serious about winning this Flight, Tyreth had a slow and thorough style. He didn't like to plow hil-mil through the sky ungracefully. Instead he liked to put on a show of grace and elegance that seemed both lazy and utterly purposeful.
Tyreth like to woo his Greens, not just snatch them up as fast as he could.
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Post by freya on Aug 22, 2011 21:08:34 GMT -5
Isith was growing tired as she almost glided then let the great dragon that she had chosen give into her. She was one to let this one catch her because he had proven himself and trully deserved her. Her muscles ached from the flight because she could not fly as long as a gold. The little green was a champion flyer yet could not hold out forever. Her only hope was that her rider had a good match as well and then felt the wings of the winner surround her.
While back in the weyr her rider sat there in the bed and felt that his dragon had been caught. He waited for the winner to join him and it would end. M'rek was not one to care now as feelings of wanting release took over and he waited. The flight had ended and soon there would be a different reward for being a dragonrider. His body ached for release and he waited for the winner to claim his prize.
(Ill pm the winner)
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