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Post by Reky on Jul 17, 2010 22:10:16 GMT -5
wanna make a bet
we'll be neck and neck
taking off the gloves
spider VS bat
tiger VS rat
rabbit VS dove
Somewhere in the inky night, a firelizard was perched. She nearly shone in the darkness, her hide already light but now radiant. There was only one explanation as to why. Slowly, the itch to Rise was growing inside of her. There was a devilish twinkle in her eye. This would be good. She would make it good. It was her Flight, after all, and oh, the tricks she had up her sleeves! Perhaps she wasn't sweet or cuddly or constantly around her rider out of adoration. That was fine. Those sorts were boring, anyways! Boring, boring! She was something far more interesting.
wanna make a bet
odds are neck and neck
taking off the gloves
spider VS bat
tiger VS rat
owl VS dove
Her sneaky little mind was ticking away. She was an older flit - thirteen Turns - but that didn't matter! All it meant was experience. She'd flown many, many times before. Sometimes, she couldn't be bothered to make it difficult for the males. This time, though, she was. The flits at Dalibor hadn't seen all of her tricks, which gave her so much to throw at them. It would be something to see! Something great! Something positively evil and cruel. Sometimes, the evil look was all just for show, but when it came to Flights... she would show no mercy.
every living thing
pushed into the ring
fight it out to wow the crowd
guess you thought
you could just watch
no one's getting out
without stadium love
[/i] And with that, her wings snapped open. With a powerful push, the pink shot from her perch, rocketing out over the weyr. The sound that followed could only be compared to a devious cackle as she chittered. Still at blinding speed, she hurtled herself towards the highest point of Dalibor Weyr, and hooked onto it with her claws. She shrieked, calling out her challenge to all the males of the Weyr. Molly was Rising! Chase if you dare! Cackling again, she let go of the rock beneath her, and dove. wanna make a trade
couger for a snake
wanna fall in love
wanna make a deal
angel VS eel
owl VS dove The trees were her goal, and the trees she would get! Screw making this easy for the boys. Not even the beginning would be easy! She would make them fight for her. She was worth it, after all. She was Molly, and this was her time, and her sky! She didn't care if they got hurt. That wasn't her problem. If they couldn't endure pain for her, they didn't deserve her. If they couldn't handle her tricks, they weren't worth anything! One would be the object of her devilish affections. Which one? Well, whichever could prove himself. Shrieking again, one last call for them to come, she disappeared into the woods -- and they would have to follow! every living thing
pushed into the ring
fight it out to wow the crowd
guess you thought
you could just watch
no one's getting out
without stadium love
stadium love [/i][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by cy on Jul 21, 2010 21:25:55 GMT -5
[ Assuming it's okay for me to NPC a firelizard, here I be. XD ]
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Post by Kila on Jul 23, 2010 11:03:15 GMT -5
Somewhere inside of the Weyrleader’s personal weyr something sinister stirred. An old, malignant Black firelizard slunk out of the shadows, his usually wrathful red eyes stirring with interest. Somewhere there was another firelizard rising- he could feel the surge of her lust and hear her scream- who did so with a devious heart. He let his scarred maw hang open as his eyes whirred with increasing intensity, revealing yellow teeth like needles, and stretched his tattered wings restlessly. Whoever this lady lizard was that flew was spurred to act so rebelliously by her need to be in the air, for had she been so openly shrill and disdainful before he would have sensed her long ago. Oblivion would have been aware of anything in Dalibor remotely as evil as he.
His decision was made in a moment and there was nothing he could do to resist- he was drawn to Molly’s cackles and shrieks. The insane and inexplicable lack of mercy in her wake drew him to her. Like ship sails plagued by holes, Oblivion’s mangled wings and mangled spirits lifted him from his tomb of a hiding place. He was nearly invisible as he shot through the night like a silent scream. His prize who, unlike him, shone even in the darkness plummeted into the trees and he followed, snapping his wings to his sides and falling recklessly. No foliage would stop him, nor no tricky path through it. He had decided that he wanted this Pink and he would have her.
Oblivion screeched after her, his voice echoing hauntingly in the forest before being sucked away by the wind. To his side he heard movement and his head snapped that way. Through the branches he glimpsed a dark Blue vying for his prize’s attention. He sneered, his ghastly teeth gleaming in the spots of moonlight, and snarled. This nasty, presumptuous, wild Blue had a lead on him- he had join the chase before. Listen to how it trilled- like a frilly Purple would. Who did it think it was? A hero? An adventurer? Neither was what Molly deserved, he knew, and none such would he get. Pushing ahead he shrieked again, his unnerving intensity detectible in the note. He wasn’t here to play games.
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Post by Admin on Jul 31, 2010 19:39:08 GMT -5
I'm going away for a while,
But I'll be back,
Don't try to follow me,
Cause I'll return as soon as possible.
Olya abandoned his playing to chase, leaving his sisters and nieces behind to amuse themselves. He was not out to win, as he answered Molly's fierce challenge. As a white, he held little interest in chasing females. He was in it for the fun. Molly and him had a score to settle between them. If she thought that she was the queen of games and nasty tricks, he was the king. She was the only one who he was likely to chase in his many turns of life. No wild would tempt him. No common green or pink would do. Only her. She was a special one. Why, yes, she really was. Swift and small, he darted into the air and out of the bowl, fleet of wing and fleeter of mind. He zipped and twirled, carelessly disregarding the direct route that he could have taken. He wasn't experienced, but that didn't matter. He was just being silly, as was natural for him.
Somewhere, off in the distance, Sonia wasn't pleased. Her feelings threatened to pull him back. She was his queen, his mother and his sister and so many things to him. His bonded. However, he was a rebel and he flew onward. For once, he wanted to fly, stretch his wings wide and soar like Ruy did on occasion, pursuing a female through the sky without a care in the world. Esti, Zola, and Ife flew all the time and she never stopped them. Of course, they always picked wilds. Molly wasn't wild, not like the stupid blue that was also trying to win her favor. Oblivion and the wild didn't have what he had. He was confident of that. Was he supposed to be modest and humble? That wasn't going to happen. He was the trickster king, one of the few whites at Dalibor. Just as Molly was a pretty, special, tiny butterfly, he was a special, very tiny dragonfly of sorts.
Olya flew quickly, but he hardly gave it his all. To him, this was a game of wits and tricks. Why ever would he lose himself to the lust? He did not love Molly. He was a flitter and a white at that. He felt love for his siblings and his bonded, not for fluttery pinks with wicked minds. Oh, Molly was grand. He darted after her in pursuit, headed for the woods on her tail. She was a pretty and nasty and witty and so very many wonderful things, but he did not love her. That wasn't what she was looking for though, was it? She didn't want love. If she did, it was so very out of character for her. He supposed that it could happen. Zola never behaved the way she normally did when she flew. However, there was no time at all for supposing! As Molly disappeared into the woods, he followed, renewing his speed. Trees were no trouble for him. Silly old Molly.
Cause I'm just one of those ghosts,
Travelin' endlessly,
Don't need no roads,
In fact, they follow me. |
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Post by Reky on Aug 11, 2010 19:30:57 GMT -5
A blue, a black, a white. Hah! They were stupid! So stupid! Did they even know what plans she had for them? Did they? Of course not. But, she supposed, they weren't completely foolish - they were chasing her, after all, and she was very much worth chasing. She was Molly, queen of everything devilish! Queen of the sky and this forest and every single tree in it. All the passion and sadism that oozed out of her had her claiming everything in her sight. The males were all hers, too. One would be hers more than the rest, though. Perhaps he would be the only survivor! Oh, that would be grand!
With her males behind her, she wove through the trees. They were close together, branches like claws. They were merciless, just as Molly, and wouldn't move out of the way for the following suitors. The wouldn't move for Molly, either. In fact, she was sprinkled with tiny scratches from them already, but she didn't care. The pain didn't even register through all of the adrenaline and lust. Even if it had, it probably would have only encouraged her. Even she couldn't avoid the trees' claws! The males would probably be even worse. Cackling loudly, she gradually rose up within the forest. With a shriek not unlike Oblivion's (though whether she was mocking him, answering him, or simply messing with all of them, no one could tell), she burst from the canopy and up into the night sky again.
With a mischievous flick of her tail, she turned right around and flew back for the weyr. Over the rim she went, spiraling downward in a dive to the lake. Such danger! She may have been just a firelizard, but she knew about all those disappearing, dying dragons and riders. Hers was positively worried about it. It was so good! There was nothing like a delicious mystery involving death. She didn't have the mind to solve it, but that was fine. She didn't want it to be solved. It was too much fun!
Squealing, she flew out over the dark water. She was so close that her wingtips skimmed the surface, sending up little glimmering droplets. Then, for a brief second, she hung in the air. She looked back at her suitors. Blue, black, white! Two like the night and one like the snow. The moment she gave them to catch up was only a fraction of a second, and then she dropped and was gone. This would definitely mess them up - she was sure of it. Feeling the cold water around her, she wiggled her tiny firelizard body, and then...
From the dark depths burst the pink, shrieking with joy from where she was - behind all the males. With them facing the wrong way, she rocketed up into the sky. Her heart was going so fast that the cold that hit her from the air on water was shortlived. Up! She had to go up! As far as she could. She wondered who could handle the thin air up there. Hah! These boys had better be ready. It wasn't like she was going to let them out of this intact. That so wasn't the point. [/blockquote] |
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Post by cy on Aug 13, 2010 14:00:36 GMT -5
[/I]. All his and those other males would be able to do nothing about it! He chattered at that pleasant thought, paddling his little legs for another compulsive moment, and then they burst through the canopy into the wide open sky. Oh, it was so beautiful! So freeing! He sucked in a deep breath and flapped his wings! He was tiny and the sky was so large. He felt liberated, truly wild and his motivation was restored as his swirling eyes focused on the shining pink leading the way without stupid trees blocking her from him. He raced back towards the weyr, her home, without a second thought, sparing no more attentions to his competitions as he focused solely on crossing the distance. Diving downwards as quickly as she did, he plunged downwards with all the speed that he possessed, curving up to soar over the dark surface of the lake. It rippled and wavered with the force of their flying, and she looked so breathtaking as glittering droplets sparkled off of her wingtips. Then she was right there, hovering and growing closer. He cackled, trilling to her in that hoarse and ugly way of his. He was determined, foolishly believing this over as he pursued after her, determined to get there before any of the others so he could sink his talons deeply into that pretty pink hide. Oh, it’d be so fun, so lovely, so – - an angry and confused screech filled the air when he raced onwards and she was no longer there. His wings flapped in a panic as his eyes swirled and darted all over the lake in search of her lithe form. She was gone, he couldn’t see her! She’d disappeared! Oh no! Had one of the others caught her? He turned a snarl to the nearest opponent, but, before he could truly start a confrontation of any sort, the sound of that precious female caught his attention and he was looking behind him. There she was, racing away from them! His simple mind couldn’t begin to understand the complexity of how she’d eluded them, he could only hold enough mental space to whirl himself around and dart after her, now pounding his tired wings to carry himself up after her. Up and up and up, he’d make it, forcing himself after her even once his lungs began to rattle with the thinning air, his trills and screeches coming out more like hoarse wheezes each time.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by Admin on Aug 14, 2010 14:46:43 GMT -5
I found a way to let you in,
But I never really had a doubt,
Standing in the light of your halo,
I got my angel now.
Branches scratched at white hide, but their soft touch and lingering embrace was light, leaving only thin, faint lines of sickly green ichor behind as reminders. Compared to even Molly and Oblivion, Olya was tiny. Next to a dragon, he looked like nothing more than a tiny, annoying bug. Darting and twisting, he made his way through the woods in pursuit of Molly. He stayed high, maintaining a position where the branches were thinner. While she could think up every test for them, he would beat them. This was a flight to be cheated and a flight to be made better. The scratches that he did gain made him look like an usually small and pale green, what light there was reflecting off his glossy hide and catching only the faint greenish tints that lay there. For his wily lady, he would be a green! Except better! Because he was a boy! He cackled mischievously as he flew.
At long last, they were free of the woods, soaring up through the canopy. Fresh air blew against him, soothing the small wounds that he had gained thus far in their insane chase. Olya followed Molly home, dipping down towards the lake in pursuit of her. His claws skipped along the surface, leaving spots of ripples behind him as he flew. In front of him, he could see that she had slowed, so he put on another burst of speed. She glittered with water, a bright and brilliant jewel in front of him. In that moment, none were as beautiful as her, though that hardly mattered to him. He knew that the lake was dangerous, but he wasn't scared. He remembered many scary things that he didn't understand; he had learned to go on with his life. Right then, his purpose in life was settle the score with Molly. She was pretty, but he knew her to be utterly devilish.
Molly disappeared, thinking to trick them, but Olya wasn't that stupid. He was a white, the grandest mutation, the longest of memories. He always knew when and where he was, even though he was but a flitter. Spreading his slender wings wide, he hovered, no angry touching his body. It pained him, to pause. The lust urged him on, but he knew that he had to wait and the lust wasn't strong enough inside of him to overrule his brains. Amusement colored his eyes with blue over red, turning them to true purple. He tilted his head, searching the waters beneath him. A moment passed. Then she emerged, rocketing past him. With a screech of laughter, a rumble in his chest, he fluttered after her, pursuing her to new heights. She was almost within his reach, just beyond her grasp. She had thought to trick them, but he was there, just behind her.
It's like I've been awakened,
Every rule I had you breakin',
It's the risk that I'm takin',
I ain't never gonna shut you out. |
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Post by Reky on Aug 20, 2010 23:34:04 GMT -5
Up... up... up! She could feel the cold kiss of the clouds, though she could not see them in the dark. Her heart was pounding. Her wings were working. Her breath was shallow and fast thanks to the thinning air. None of that matter, though. All that mattered was who she was! What she was doing! She was Molly, and she was Flying, and this was her sky! The males were hers, too, even if they weren't so smart. She'd been able to trick them, especially the wild blue. Oh, yes, they were stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She was the smartest, the best. She was the queen of the castle, of course!
She was an angry ruler, though. She was starting to get dizzy and light-headed. No, no, no! That wasn't in the plans! She was supposed to be invincible. Only the boys were supposed to get headaches from how high-up they were. She snarled and screeched, snaking through the thin clouds in her rage at her own fragility. Her wings hurt, too. No! That was wrong! She could do better. Eyes narrowed and red-purple, she angled herself up even higher.
She couldn't push anymore. They were so, so high up that the clouds were below them and the stars twinkled bright. Hissing, she dipped back down into the clouds. How dare those stupid stars outshine her? And how dare these stupid males chase her, too! They were stupid. So stupid! Especially that blue. She couldn't take it. Despite her weakness, she whirled around and flew at him, claws outstretched. One good rake to the face and she left him, to throw herself at the black Oblivion. She missed. Ugh! She was so dizzy!
Whatever. She didn't have the time to mess with the stupid black. The white made her angry the most. He'd been smart enough to see through her lake trick! It was infuriating. It had been such a brilliant plan, and the white hadn't even been confused by it. And why was he so tiny? How did he think he was enough for her? He was too small! But she could take him that way. She could beat him up if he was tiny. Beat him up for being smart and make him hers and make him understand that she was the Queen of Mischief. Hah! With a hoarse shriek, the pink launched herself at Olya.
Her claws pricked his white hide and her tail wrapped around his in a way that could cut off circulation. Wings hooked together and bodies were held close. Molly would have it no other way. She was the best! She was the Queen! And Olya was hers. All hers. No one else's! She wasn't going to let him go, the stupid smart little pest. Never. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Admin on Aug 25, 2010 22:06:31 GMT -5
One night to be confused,
One night to speed up truth,
We had a promise made,
Four hands and then away.
Olya strove to catch up with Molly as she climbed yet higher, watching as she began to grow slower. However, he was also having more trouble moving. His vision wasn't clear anymore; it was tainted with lust and a lack of oxygen. When Molly turned back on them, it took him several moments to react. Then he spiraled to the side, head half turned so that he could watch her attack on the stupid wild blue and Oblivion. For a moment, he thought that he was free. He was there to play. He wasn't there to be killed; she wasn't worth scars and inflicted pain, no matter how brilliant and lovely she was. However, her attention had turned to him and he had no place to run. Wheeling around on his wings, he lunged back to meet her as she came at him. He could fight! They could all fight! Him and his brothers! Him and his sisters! He wasn't going to run!
Claws pricked at his hide. A tail wrapped mercilessly around his own. Olya reached out with his own claws to grapple with her, but then he realized that they were intertwined, impossibly close to each other. With his wings tangled with hers, he could no longer fly, but that was just his prize. He had won. Using what little weight he had, he dragged her from the sky, leaving the losers to do whatever they wanted with their new injuries. He had won! In truth, the end of the flight was a confusing and senseless time for him. It was simply a rush of bodies, emotions, and the trills of success. It was only the last part that he cared about. True, he would probably still be fond of the merciless Molly in the mourning; he was capable of that. However, he was a white. He had loyalty, but he wasn't in it for love. He had chased because it had been fun.
Ruy and Eulo were silent sentinels, staring skyward with distant, regal interest. Esti, Ife, and Zola were atwitter. Jary was gnawing on something. Standing stock still, eyes fixed on the distant dots she knew to be Molly and Olya, Sonia was drowning out her emotions with something akin to internal screaming. She was happy for him. Of course, she had never thought that he of all her fair would rise or chase, but she was happy that he was happy. However, it didn't stop it from being a less than amazing moment for her. All of their voices were there in her head, keeping her rooted to the ground. She could feel Olya's lust, his supposed love. She knew better than that. It wasn't love. It was a momentary infatuation, the same love Zola, Ife, and Esti felt for the wild males that caught them when they flew. Despite that, it still stung a little.
Both under influence,
We had divine scent,
To know what to say,
Mind is a razor blade. |
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