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Post by blue on Jul 31, 2011 19:14:54 GMT -5
In that couple of seasons that had passed since her arrival at Dalibor, Pherae had fallen into an easy and predictable routine, and she did not welcome variations in the big picture, though small surprises were simply to be expected. A Rising fire-lizard did not count as a small surprise. Pherae cursed as she noticed how brightly Trinket was glowing as she tore into her meal.
Pherae hastily reached into the bowl and scooped out the larger chunks of meat, mentally urging Trinket to juat drink the blood that had collected. It wasn't as critical for fire-lizards as it was for dragons, but Pherae liked the extra marks that selling flitter eggs could give her, and she was more likely to produce viable eggs without a belly full of meat weighing her down.
Pherae received a bite on her hand for her troubles, but the orange sucked down all the blood that had collected in the bowl, her brilliant orange hide seeming to glow even brighter. With a savage shriek, Trinket leapt into the air, calling with voice and mind for all the worthy males of the weyr to come chase her. Pherae risked further injury to her hand to reach out and snatch Hint from the sky, stopping him from Chasin. One fire-lizard in a Flight, she could try shoving out of her mind, so long as none of the owners of Trinket's chasers came by. But two in the same flight would make her practically useless for a time, and Pherae had no intention of allowing that to happen, particularly not when she was in the middle of the Bowl. She was no shameless weyrbred girl to act so. Let Trinket be the only female making a spectacle of herself.
Trinket had every intention of doing just that, flying as high as she could to let the sunlight sparkle around her, as she flew to taunt, evade, and eventually choose the perfect mate.
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Post by Reky on Jul 31, 2011 22:01:18 GMT -5
Chicken had been making a point of sticking near his man lately. The blue, often having adventures in faraway lands, slaying wherries and winning the hearts of many a ladylizard, thought it kind to be a pettable desk ornament while R'len worked hard to help orchestrate recovery after the fire. Truthfully, he quite enjoyed the surplus of scratches and massages. Still, he found himself missing the damsels in distress in the Weyr. It wasn't quite as dangerous as the wilderness, so there was considerably less distress for the damsels to be in. Mulling this over, he chirped quietly to himself. There was too much chivalry, too much courage in his little blue chest to sit around all day.
As if the heavens were shining down upon his knightly soul, his prayer for damsels was answered. Chicken leapt to his feet, chest puffed and posture at attention. He stretched his cornflowery wings and looked at his handler. The color in his tiny eyes was all daring and excitement. "Whatever, Chicken, just come back in one piece," R'len chuckled, quite used to his firelizard's escapades. Chicken snorted. One piece! Of course he would come back in one piece! With another piece to cuddle and dote on, even! With a trill of confidence, he jumped off the desk, scattering loose parchment in his wake, and blinked between.
He popped out of the blackness precisely where he needed to be, an orange beauty not far ahead of him. He whistled to her - his own little theme song, of course, but he was singing it all for her. She was lovely! Beautiful! What a lady! He caught himself swooning mid-flight and snapped his wings back open. Oh, she didn't need saving, he could tell that much. She was fine on her own. Perfectly fine. Perfectly... perfect! Chicken felt honored to be chasing after her. He sang again. Oh, how he would have liked to be her knight in shining armour! [/blockquote] |
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Post by Gray on Aug 1, 2011 19:56:12 GMT -5
Emerald light filtered through the leaves, all glorious and beautiful. The breeze was softly, making them rustle in a sound so soothing it almost lulled him to sleep. Blue and green whirled lazily in his eyes, claws scratching lightly at the branch beneath him. Man. Like was just full of miracles. It was perfect. Too perfect. The only think that could make things better was perhaps something to eat. Yea, his stomach was letting him know it was time to find something to munch. With a bit of sadness, the brown stood and stretched out. Soft color stretched over him unmarred by markings. His hide was medium brown, like Klah with a bit too much milk.
From far away, he almost blended in with the branch he sat on. But the moment he started to move, his cover was blown. Stretching his wings, he launched himself from his perch. He flied lazily, slowly riding the winds when he could, searching for something to eat. His search was interrupted by a shriek that shot through him light a lightning bolt. Wings faltered for a moment as he looked for the chica who called so sweetly. There! There she was! Practically fluttering with delight, he betweened.
For a moment, he was surrounded by blackness. Ice cold blackness that leeched into his bones and threatened to swallow him. Her bright sunny warmth chased away that chill like rukbat. She was beautiful. She was magical. She was a miracle. He let let her know with a joyous trill, a melody that let his low voice shine.
It had been a long while since he chased, and he had yet to chase an orange as beautiful. Another whistle floated past him and he noticed there was another. Competition? Nah. He would eagerly whistle well wishes to his blue brother. The more the merrier. |
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Post by ferret on Aug 2, 2011 23:27:16 GMT -5
The more the merrier? Pfah! The other firelizards were in for a rude surprise as another challenger approached. It was Chicken's theme song that roused the male firelizard from his slumber and the approach of the other wild flit that angered him. In truth, it wouldn't have taken very much to annoy this particular flit. "Skreee!" he screeched at the other males, eyes whirling red and orange as he joined the race for the female's affections. The young brown was very large for his color and bulky as well and very clearly not there to sing pretty tunes and try and charm a lady. He was there to win because he was clearly the best, at least in his own eyes. Which were clearly the only eyes that mattered, since they were his. There, see? It all worked out for the wild firelizard. Anyone else who didn't see it was clearly just foolish and needed to be taught better, like this lovely lady flit. With another low noise rattling in his chest, the brown's wings snapped out in an attempt to show off for the pretty orange. His chest puffed out and he crooned as sweetly as he could, which wasn't very sweetly at all. Most of all, he tried to show off his muscles and flying techniques, all the while sending glares towards the other males. Let others play with the pretty flitty males. She clearly needed a real man. ooc| lol, he is Gaston!flit.  I expect a song and dance routine any moment now. |
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Post by Admin on Aug 3, 2011 4:51:48 GMT -5
Well, I had a dream,
I stood beneath an orange sky,
Yes, I had a dream,
I stood beneath an orange sky.
Ruy was not the largest of bronzes, but he was the largest chaser who had thus far dared to rise in pursuit of Trinket. He hadn't had anything better to do and she was quite pretty. He could hear Eulo and the rest of them hollering after him, but he would not listen. He had made up his mind. He would chase Trinket. He would chase her far across the sky. Besides that, they were grumpy and he was not interested in staying in their company for another long day. Sonia had banished them, given that she had bigger things to worry about those days, and they had thus taken to basking on the heights for hours on end, keeping out the way while others made repairs to the Weyr. Eulo got cranky when she was left alone for long periods; she was the Queen of her little domain. Ruy could only put up with her for so long, so Trinket was a welcome and extremely pretty distraction.
The bronze's yellowish hide glinted in the light as he dove down towards Trinket and then soared back up in pursuit of her, joining the others in what he expected would be a glorious chase. His wings were spread wide, catching the wind and the sunlight that Rukbat sent down on them. It was not a particularly hot day, as it was not the hot season, but it was a nice day. It was a good day. It was a day for a chase. She was even prettier up close, her orange hide nearly as shiny as his metallic flesh. He focused his gaze on her, tracking her every slight movement. He did not chase particularly often, since his handler usually dissuaded him, though she seemed distracted on this occasion, but he was not young. He had experience, if no particular confidence. While he watched only her, he listened to the others, pinpointing them. Two browns and a blue.
Compared to the others who were present, Ruy was silent. He was a quiet creature by nature. He did not try to impress her with a song, for he was no singer. He did not understand why the others sang little diddies; it was not something that his consorts and fellows typically found very impressive. Or maybe it was just him who felt that way. Maybe he merely did not find noises to be the most impressive of things. He was in it for the competition and for the beautiful prize before him. For the time being, he would bide his time. He would wait for that moment when he could pick the outcome that he wanted. He would wait for the second where he could control the situation. That was how he worked. He was patient. He was quiet, and from the very start, he knew how he wanted it to go. Until the time was right, he was content to merely stare at the pretty orange he patiently pursued.
In your love, my salvation lies,
In your love, my salvation lies,
In your love, my salvation lies,
In your love, my salvation lies. |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Aug 3, 2011 10:56:13 GMT -5
For once, Meggo hadn't been getting into much trouble. Akal and the bronze seemed to mostly have a truce going on, which was a very nice thing for T'lar. Currently, the bronze was perched next to His, mostly ignoring Akal, who had claimed T'lar's lap as Meggo poked cheerfully at a rock, nuzzling it and prodding it with his claw occasionally. It was a very interesting rock! Quite entrancing. Meggo hummed pleasantly to himself, his bronze tail flicking occasionally as he intently examined the small pebble.
Trinket's shrill cry had Meggo's head lifting sharply, the first hints of red beginning to dominate his previously placid blue eyes. His gaze took on hints of purple where the red and blue met, and the bronze stretched slightly, flaring his wings and arching his back. A chirp escaped the loyal bronze and after rubbing his head against T'lar's leg and earning a hiss from Akal, Meggo launched himself from the bed, his little talons digging into the furs as Meggo threw his body into the air, wings snapping to carry him through the air.
His bonded rolled his eyes slightly, "Off to chase, are ya?" T'lar didn't particularly care. He could mostly ignore Meggo while Meggo chased. T'lar didn't particularly feel like getting up, so there was no question of him finding the owner of whatever firelizard was rising. Meggo had chased quite a few wild greens and pinks and even the occasional Daliborian greens and pinks, so the chasing experience wasn't new to either of them. It didn't have anything on Feeroneth chasing, either.
Meggo trilled in answer to T'lar and zipped out of the purplerider's weyr, falling in behind Trinket with zeal. She was beautiful! Much more beautiful than the rock that Meggo had been messing with earlier! She deserved as many suitors as possible, and Meggo was happy to contribute that number. Trinket's glowing orange hide was a beacon that drew him higher. He didn't sing or chirp at Trinket. Instead, Meggo saved his energy, preserving it so that he could impress Trinket later! [/blockquote] |
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Post by Chek on Aug 3, 2011 17:04:39 GMT -5
Laying along the railing of The Scarlet Maiden, a cargo ship currently docked at Dalibor, a “wild” purple, wild only in that he didn’t have someone he was Impressed to, looked up when he caught a glimpse of an orange glint in the distance – and, sure enough, it was soon joined by a growing crowd of other glints. The purple, an almost neon lavender in shade, sat up abruptly, wings spread, and creeled appreciatively at the sight of the sub-Queen in Flight.
A deckhand noticed his behavior, and squinted in the direction the ship’s unofficial mascot was looking, “Ooh, Chauncey spotted a lady, boys! Go get ‘er, lad!” The crew nearby hooted and cheered when, as if sensing the crew’s approval, the purple lifted off abruptly, taking to the air with all speed to make his way to join the Flight in progress.
Popping between for an instant to catch up, he appeared about a pair of browns, twirling down between them to try and disrupt their flying as he jockeyed for a position in the crowd of males. Bronzes, browns, and a blue? What a dull crowd – he trilled lowly, calling out to the lovely orange gleaming so brightly ahead of the pack.
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Post by blue on Aug 10, 2011 18:46:49 GMT -5
Trinket trilled happily as she noticed the number of chasers she had managed to acquire—nothing more than she deserved, of course! The blue, she dismissed with a flick of one wing. Impudent thing! He could never be worthy of her. But the purple, browns, and bronzes… Yeeeees. One of them would do quite nicely. She crooned at them, admiring the songs from the browns and purple. The bronzes were boring. Didn't they know that a beauty like her deserved beautiful calls from her suitors? Hmmph!
She whirled around, diving straight for the pack of males and passing straight through them, nimbly dodging around those daring enough to reach out for her. No! No catching, not yet. She would do the choosing, thank you very much. She spiraled back up higher. Higher was better. Up and up she climbed, until the air started to grow thin, and the Weyr where Hers waited wasn't much more than a dot. Only then did she look behind her again to see which of the males were still ollowing. She flitted on a stray breeze, weighing and judging the suitors before she finally made her choice.
The brown, the bold one who knew he was the best, just as she knew she was the best. He deserved her, and she, of course, deserved him. With a final trill, she folded her wings, diving down to meet him and twining herself around him.
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Post by ferret on Aug 10, 2011 21:01:25 GMT -5
The wild brown was not happy. A few bronzes appeared, their glittering hides shining in the light, all shining and oh-so-very-pretty, like little gems. Well, they could just shove off! “Skreeee!” he screeched again, furious that they should arrive to ruin his magnificence. It wasn’t that he lacked confidence; no, he knew he was the very best thing with two wings; every single bit of firelizard breeding before him? It had all been to produce him.
But the bronzes were a problem. They were so very shiny, just the sort of thing that would distract a female. They were easily attracted to shiny things, yes? And that purple, a flash of color among the duller flits. That was unforgiveable. Unfortunately, since he was paying so much attention to the other males, he missed a chance to snatch the orange. She flew right past him, shooting up into the sky like an arrow pointed at the clouds. Gaston followed, uncaring when the air became thin and his mind became fuzzy. How much thought did he really need anyway? He approved of her daring and let out another screech to let her know. How else was she going to winnow out the lesser males?
When Trinket started to fall, when she made her choice, Gaston was right there to catch her with a croon. He never should have doubted her ability to choose the best.
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I expect a song and dance routine any moment now. 
