Kila
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Post by Kila on Feb 14, 2010 23:17:24 GMT -5
It was not a typical sort of flight. It was not midday- rather night was beginning to fall, though you couldn’t tell the time of day from the weather. The day was not sunny- outdoors a storm raged across the continent. The cloud was crowded with angry black clouds, punctuated periodically by brilliant flashes of lightning. Nor was it calm and quiet- the thunder rolled and roared off the stone cliffs. Sol was not feeling normal either.
Even as Eccolath had carried her unwillingly into battle, the Cyan’s beautiful blue-green hide had been beginning to shine. Now as she lay curled up on her bed in their weyr, she shone through the darkness and gloom brought on by the storm. She had not been as proddy as many of the other females in the Weyr, but she and Sol had been slightly at odds since the Renegades had appeared and dragons had fought dragons. The young Rider was not too upset or wherry-brained not to notice the change in her beloved lifemate. This had only seemed to put them more at odds, though, and increased the silent agitation between them.
Sol lay curled up in her furs, the blankets pulled loosely around her shoulders as she weathered out the storm on her own. She had been unconsciously antisocial for the past few days, and now stared absently at Eccolath as she shone in her sleep. She was beautiful, and her Rider knew without doubt how strongly she loved her, so why did she still feel so shaken? She had not been prepared for all that had happened, and Eccolath’s strong opinion that had so differed from her own still had her muddled. Sol pulled her furs up over her nose and blinked her blue eyes as she sighed wearily. She just needed to think if out and come to terms with it all, but impressing Eccolath had removed the barriers of her imagination. She had a lot to think about.
After one particularly vehement bolt of lightning rent the sky, Eccolath’s eyes opened and she began to stir. Sol watched as she stirred, holding her breath unconsciously, knowing that something was afoot. Something felt different than normal. And something was. Sol found herself rising as Eccolath did, stepping from her bed as Eccolath slid gracefully from hers. Some momentum pulling her forward, Sol began to move quicker, abruptly breaking into a run and Eccolath moved with effortless confidence and surety into the rain and to the edge of her ledge. The Cyan raised her maw and uttered the first roar of her color and kind. Those who were clever and quick and brave enough to follow would know that she was on the verge of rising.
Sol skidded to a halt at the edge of the ledge as Eccolath leapt into the dangerous sky and flew towards the runner pen below. Eyes wide, Sol looked on as Ecco descended and sunk her claws into her unfortunate victim. Water drenched Sol’s body as the runner’s blood soaked the ground. Or at least some of it. Eccolath clamped her jaws around its neck and felt the warm blood flow into her body, filling her with strength and more. ”ONLY BLOOD!" Sol suddenly thundered with the storm. She knew that she could not afford to be thoughtful and separated now and rose to the occasion with the undivided surety of her dragon. Eccolath growled and lashed her tail, casting her glowing eyes up at Hers, but, sensing no room for argument, abandoned her victim and leapt to another, blooding it while sharply aware of the firm watch of Hers.
After two she was done. With no warning she threw herself off the runner and into the sky, backwinging and surging up past the rim and high into the sky. Again she let loose a roar that mingled with the thunder. Letting herself surrender to Eccolath’s urges and instincts, Sol stepped forward on the ledge, inhaling deeply and letting the vibrations of Ecco’s roar vibrate throughout her. They were one again, fixed by something so routine in the dragon world as a flight, but now they had a daunting task before them. They were going to fly through a hellish sky of black and blinding white. The dramatic and dangerous scene was a perfect backdrop from one of the Cyan’s many daydreams. The males that chose to follow would have to be brave- it wasn’t safe to fly in a storm.
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Post by jack on Feb 15, 2010 21:24:12 GMT -5
It was beyond words, their relationship. So when Shoth lifted his Bronze head to the sky, his eyes whirling with familiarity at the sound he recognized so well, B'rak didn't say a word. He didn't speak when the small creature ambled to the edge of the Weyr, standing in the rain with his wings partially lifted, and even when the dragon opened his maw and bellowed a roar of his own, B'rak didn't say a word. But when an image flashed in his mind--of a great Cyan dragoness rocketing into the sky--B'rak immediately opened his mouth in distraught protest. But this time, Shoth wouldn't hear any of it, and before the miner could stumble out the words, the Bronze was shooting into the sky with another challenging roar.
B'rak was left alone, shuffling to the edge of the weyr only to get soaked to the bone with one sudden gust. He swallowed, dark eyes already swirling with that familiar lust, but he shoved it down, fingers digging into the stone. He..couldn't. He couldn't! And yet...the urge was strong--stronger than a flightlust he'd ever found himself faced with before. And B'rak was tired. Worn out from all the work of the past days, and the emotional stress of knowing that an old friend might have died. The crazy ironrider was safe and sound--safer than he had been in a while--but that didn't make him feel any better.
Without a word--and only a silent scream of protest--he whirled on his heel and set off quickly. He made short work of the long route from here to there, nearly running at times before he found himself at the young woman's weyr. He leaned against the door for a long while, resting his forehead against the wood, before he opened it with a short knock. This wasn't the time for polite waiting. This was a time of teaching...of flying. He slid in slowly, and approached her respectfully, standing just behind her, but not offering to touch.
Shoth, meanwhile, was pounding his way into the sky. Great wings were stretched wide, and he gave a bugle of greeting as he soared up to trail close at her tail. He was first. He was best! But she...she was beautiful...and he roared out his appreciation of her shimmering hide. That which had been so tiny had grown so big! So big and lovely and brilliant. She was better than any Queen could hope to be--more lovely and more amazing than any Copper or Gold could dream of! He bugled again, giving another strong pump of his wings to get closer to that beautiful dragoness.
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Post by derek on Feb 16, 2010 20:07:40 GMT -5
He couldn't sleep. Standing outside in the middle of the Weyrbowl, letting the rain wash over his body, J'kan stared up at the sky as lightning flashed, lighting up his face. His blue eyes, closed, could detect the brief flash of light before he was plunged into darkness again. The skies were dangerous. Clouds rolled, and thunder cracked and boomed as if giants were battling their way across the world. The rain was not a soft, easy spring rain, but a harsh, stinging rain that burned as it struck the rider's skin.
Grass, previously crisp from the autumn air, was now slick and wet, bent back beneath the blustery winds and rain that was pouring down. Dirt was quickly becoming sticky mud, which was already splattered up to J'kan's very knees.
As a crash of thunder and lightning split the air, J'kan's eyes opened. He could feel Hath stirring in their Weyr, and the Brown was anxious. Looking across the Weyrbowl, and then back to the air again, J'kan gasped as the shape of a blue-green dragon blazed past, trumpeting her cries to the tumultuous black sky. A fork of lightning jumped down, splintering into a multi-faceted jewel that lit up the entire sky. The Cyan dragon landed, but J'kan was already running, following her flight pattern to the runnerbeast paddock, where she eagerly blooded her first, then second kill.
As she rose again, her slender wings lifting her aloft into the fierce winds, J'kan clapped his hands over his ears. Eccolath rises!
Hath's cry rang in his head like a gong, leaving his head aching. His thoughts, however, automatically went in two directions: F'del... or Sol? He was stuck. His dragon, however, seemed to be making the choices for him as he took off, his over-large wings straining against the winds, rocketing him forward.
J'kan yelled encouragement, his emotions now completely overtaken by flight-lust. A bronze flashed by after Eccolath, his hide glimmering in the rain, but then Hath was there, his own maw opened wide, screaming his challenge to the bronze.
Hath twisted, then, angling his body in the best possible position to increase his speed. Bugling his triumph at gaining on the bronze and Eccolath, the brown threw all of his strength behind the thrusts of his wings, driving him forward through the gale-like winds. I'm coming![/color] He roared, dodging the bronze and forks of lightning alike as he surged forward, his wings taut. The wind buffeted him aside, then, but he corrected his flight and kept coming. He was determined to catch her![/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by kia on Feb 17, 2010 21:32:09 GMT -5
Mikidith could smell the storm coming before the clouds had started to become dark. He had been constantly urging his Mine to go out for a flight before the rain hit and everyone would be forced to stay inside. Lio looked over at his Brown and stared into the deep hide. He had been improving some, but he still felt dejected. He was starting to get over P`nay and R`ish. He still loved them, but they would always and forever few him as a friend and the one night stand he seemed famous for, even in his old Weyr. He had nearly hoped that the relationship would last, but alas, it had been deemed not to happen. Lio spent his days staying in his weyr and getting drunk often enough with wine. He did not develop a Fellis addiction as F`del had, but his addiction had been to the wine, especially the strong Benden kind. He would drink until her could remember no more, only to wake up in his weyr be it in his bed or in the crook of Mikdith`s tail. The Brown crooned over him, trying to get him to stop, and worried that his Mine would do something one day that would harm him, but Lio had refused to stop drinking.
When Lio was not drinking or sleeping the day away, he would be a wing drills and practicing. Until his Wing had a new Wingleader, he was the temporary one. Normally L`ven might get the job, but he was fresh out of Weyrling graduation, and Lio had far more experience in drill practice than the young man. Another thing Lio would do would be to go out and Search Candidates. The would mostly return without Candidates. He would do his job, but the main reason for these trips would be to get away from the Weyr. He was loyal to Dalibor and nothing would change his mind, especially with all the events that had occurred since they had been there. It had been an regular adventure there so far, but P`nay and R`ish existed in Dalibor. He could not go anywhere without thinking of them. Escaping from the Weyr for a little allowed him fresh air to fill his lungs and to see things that would not remind him of pink and yellow.
Lio had declined to go flying that morning. But instead of crawling back into bed and sleeping some more or going out to get drunk again, he had sat down next to the Brown. Lio was imporving with his drinking problems recently. He was not going out often for cups and cups of wine. He was still lazing about in bed, but for the first time in a long while, Lio could think with a completely clear head. He knew Mikidith had been worried about him and he needed to thank the dragon somehow. Not with the storm coming in, but rather in the form that would mean something to them: Stregthening their bond. He sat down next to the Brown and watched as the clouds rolled in, the rain beginning to fall. Lio loved the smell of rain. It smelled fresh and clean, like it was washing away all the bad that had happened and replacing it with renewal. This was a sign for him. He needed to get back to normal. But how?
A roar echoed in the distance. Mikidith`s eyes flashed a slight purple for a moment. Then, as the Cyan appeared in few, crashing down in the distance on her kill, the purple lust filled the dragon`s eyes. Lio wanted to return to normal, he wanted to be happy. Mikdith wanted him to be happy again. And he believed he knew a way. If he could win this Flight, maybe a new bond would emerge. After all, Lio had met Sol before. Lio liked the girl. He had seen her before in the past, watching her with her dragon and just liking people in general. It was not hard to forget Sol on several levels. One, she Impressed one of the Cyan dragons in Kalith`s first Dalibor Clutch; and two, Sol had a personality that never let anyone forget who she was. Lio like her in a sense that he wished he could be around more people like her. She was a positive and that was a good influence on a sour man like him.
Mine, I am going to chase, he told Lio, standing up and walking out to ledge to stretch his wings. But the storm! Lio mentally called back, fearing for the safety of his magnificant Brown. The Brown, despite his eyes filled with lustful purple, seemed to smile at his Mine. I am tough, and she demands the strongest of the strongest. Mine, I am doing this for us. Please support me and fly with me, the Brown said, taking off into the sky. He stayed low to the ground, waiting for Eccolath to finish bleeding her creatures. What was the point in getting struck by lightning before the Flight fully began. He would hold his strength and stay low until she was ready. This was a magnificant setting for a gorgeous Cyan dragon. Not just any dragon would be able to fly in such undeemable weather, but she dared it and she would succeed. Her brillance would take her farther than most any normal dragon would go. This was her Flight and nothing was going to take that from her.
She Rose, pumping her wings, taking to the sky, dancing among the lightning and against the dark clouds that act like a background only made to show how brilliant she was. How Mikdith crooned to her, his heart breaking for her beauty. He pumped his wings as hard as he could to catch up with the other suitors. He was here! He was chasing! He was strong and desired to at least be known by her that he was here. Her decision would be her own, but she hoped she would keep him in mind when she went to choose her winner and mate. He crooned and began to sing, singing of her beauty that broke his heart so much that he wished he could cry so he could shed tears of joy at the fact he was lucky to see such beauty. He took a quick look around him to see who all was chasing as well. Another Brown and a Bronze. The Bronze might prove to be a challenge considering his rank, but the Brown was equal to him. Well, he would have to prove his worth somehow to her, the beautiful Cyan Queen of the skies.
As Mikdith took to the sky and became a possible suitor for Eccolath, Lio allowed the flightlust to guide his own legs to the weyr of Sol, Rider of the gorgeous Cyan Eccolath. His mind thought back on when they had met and he smiled slightly. She was not a girl who should be allowed to cry. She had so much going on for her. If she should cry, they should be tears of joy. He hoped that when she finally found a weyrmate, that they would see to it that she never cry sad tears but happy tears. A girl like her should be treated like a princess for the amount of love she held in her heart. Unlike him, who loved to smile, but knew that life was not easy. He was a BrownRider, and as such he had to take the beatings so he could protect this Weyr. And he was proud to do so, even if in the end he wanted to drink more. No more! he thought. I will not allow wine to take me over anymore. He came to her weyr, his green noticing the Riders of the other dragons that chased. One had even dared to enter her and get close to her. Lio felt jealous suddenly. He was not sure if this was flightlust or his actual feelings, but he felt jealous. Sol deserved someone to make her happy. Why could it not be him? |
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Post by Kila on Feb 19, 2010 20:56:40 GMT -5
Eccolath did not waste time then climbing high into the clouds or looking to see if she had any suitors- she knew they were there. Taking off as soon as she passed the highest of the cliffs surrounding the Weyrbowl, the gleaming Cyan dragoness shot off across the continent. The storm above was black and angry, and the wet trees and land below melted into a soggy blur as she and her pursuers left Dalibor far behind them. This did not please Eccolath. The magnificent flashes of lightning and the rolling roars of thunder did, but Eccolath had something more spectacular in mind. Veering slightly, she gave a mighty flap of her wings and disappeared into the pelting rain in a new direction.
As the steadfast suitors followed her bravely on her new course, she looked over her shoulder with brightly whirring eyes to regard them. A rumble of pleasure rose in her throat to see them, the three fine Kings that had given chase. Closest to her was a dragon who she knew very well. Small for his size, maybe, but not to her, was the gleaming, scarred Bronze she had known since she had been a hatchling. She enjoyed his company and his funny mood, and he surprisingly enjoyed her company too. Hers and His were close in a complicated way, but this was not Sol’s flight, it was Eccolath’s, and all such human ties were left on the edge of her weyr and forgotten.
Indeed, on her ledge, Sol barely noticed B’rak approach. She did notice him, and a faint, complicated emotion stirred inside her, but then she looked past him. The other two men that appeared around her received the same treatment. She had met both J’kan and Lio before, and they had both been very kind to her, but they did not hold her lifemate’s interest and could not hold hers. She turned her eyes back to the sky and let the rain stream down her. The crack of lightning in the sky brought her shivers of pleasure, and in the flashes of lightning she could be seen, beautiful and strong- but far away.
Eccolath spared the two Browns a longer look than her Rider had Theirs. Has she been a Green she would have gloated over the colors and ranks that were her suitors, but she was instead pleased by which dragons they were and how they followed her. Hath she had met before and gotten along with very well. They had had a lot of fun playing in the lake and teasing Theirs one day, but that day seemed very far away in her mind indeed, and not so very important as it might be. Her eyes shifted again. Mikidith. She vaguely recalled the name of this Brown. Hers had spoken to His, she knew, but she had only met him in passing around the Weyr. But what did the past matter when he sang to her so beautifully? No, Eccolath did not care about the past, she cared about the present and the future. Which of these males would keep up with her? Which one was the bravest and the strongest? Which would always be able to embark on such adventures and match her imagination?
At last she reached her destination: water. The waves rose high, hissed, and broiled, but rather than swerving away, she dove towards them in delight. Throwing out her wings at the last moment she rose and broke through the crest of a wave. She roared in delight at the feel of the freezing water on her hide. It was invigorating. She flew on, faster than before. When the lightning flashed again and lit up the crests of the waves and the top of the sea, she thundered in approval. It was beautiful, just like her. Her hide, normally similar in shade to the ocean, outshone it now easily, standing breathtaking Cyan against dark, dangerous blue.
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Post by kia on Feb 25, 2010 17:53:56 GMT -5
Lio`s breath seemed to rise and fall with each flap of Mikdith`s wings. He watched the men around him, watching them with tense muscle and uneasiness. The fact that B`rak was so close to Sol put him on edge. Then again, B`rak was a BronzeRider, and Bronzes did tend to be a bit brash in nature. But the fact that he had the audacity to approach Sol and get close to the young woman sparked another form of emotions in him. Protectiveness. He wanted to shout and tell B`rak to leave her alone until Eccolath decided her winner. But he clenched his teeth together inside his mouth and held his tongue. He could not shout it because he had no right to. If he did, it would be just as bad as B`rak hovering over Sol. He saw her eyes glance over at him, and his jealousy melted away. Was she thinking abut him or at least why he was here? He seemed to look back at her with pitiful eyes, but she never saw the look. She quickly looked away and back into the sky, where her lifemate was flying. Lio`s body ached. She had barely looked at him. Did this mean he did not have a chance at all in this Flight? The lightning around them made her look beautiful and tantalizing. If he could only tell her so. Mikdith, please do not fail me now, Lio seemed to say in the connection of their minds.
Mikidith turned in the air, fighting the shifts of winds so he could keep up with Eccolath. He crooned to her with a new lust that was surging through his Mine. His Mine was sound and just desired someone to care about him and perhaps love him. But he was not flying for his Mine. He was flying for both of them. It was sad to say, but Mikidith had never won a Flight in his life. And he knew whoever would let him fly them would always hold a special place inside him. And, being a Brown, there was also a good chance of him being loyal to that one female as well. But was an unsurity since Mikdith had never won a Flight before. He would soon find out how his mind would work once he won one. He pumped his wings to keep up with Eccolath. Not only was he fighting to keep up with her, but to impressed her and to fight these winds to prove how much of a worthy male he was.
He continued to croon her love for her and how her beauty continued to break his heart. Greens were okay, Pinks were nice, but Cyans outmatched them all with their individual moods, talents, beauty, and grace. Eccolath was no exception and yet she was! She was gorgeous! This scenary, howbeit dangerous, was perfect for this Cyan that was a daydreamer. Faranth had bless her with her gift of imagination and adventurous spirit. Faranth continued to bless her by giving her the perfect backdrop for her first Flight. Everyone would remember Eccolath`s Flight. Mikdith knew he would. What brave, smart, talented, and gorgeous dragon would take on such a wild background for their Flight? Only Eccolath would! Oh how Mikdith wanted to echo her name in his mind, blood, croon, and into the sky. Eccolath! Eccolath! Eccolath!
He had to fight to win her attention. He would not go down in this Flight without etching something into her Mind. Even if she did not choose him as her winner, he wanted to let her know of his courage and strength. That if she ever needed a dragon to call on for anything, that at least he would be in the list of the chosen dragons. He crooned to her, his eyes like purple amethysts meant for her. He crooned and pumped his wings, pushing himself into the middle of this small group. The thnder roared all around them, the lightning illuminating what was around them, but his eyes and attention were only on Eccolath. Eccolath, a gorgeous Cyan whose name would go down in history if he had any say in things. And maybe he just would! How gorgeous the beautiful Eccolath flew, a Cyan of dreams, the only dragon to Rise during a storm. Oh Eccolath, who has Faranth`s graces, who is bless by all, a kind and wonderful dragon, that no words could describe such perfection!
Lio`s mental words echoed in Mikdith`s mind. Please do not fail me now. Another pump of his wings, he was gaining on the leader. He had to prove himself. Let her see me, please. Just a few more times. Let her know I am here and I will always be if she choose me. Anything she wants, just to make her happy, to see those beautiful eyes glow with happiness, I would do anything for her. He continued to croon his love song for her and to her. His muscles were being pushed in this Flight and fight. He would try to win. For both of them. No, not for both, for all of them, and that included Eccolath and Sol. Such a gorgeous pair deserved someone worthy to be there for them. Nothing less. They deserved so much and more. Eccolath and Sol should be treated like Queens and they would! |
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Post by jack on Mar 2, 2010 19:37:49 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry for the delay for this, my dearheart! Life right now is spazztic and difficult, but things have been looking up! The skies have cleared and the rains are going away. So here we go, a post for you! I can't promise it'll be my best, but I hope it'll bide you over until I can be back in y'all's lives again.
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Eccolath. What a beautiful, amazing creature with the courage to match his own! Shoth's eyes whirled brilliantly as he gave a powerful bugle, ignoring the other suitors completely in a rare show of complete attention; every muscle and instinct in his body and mind completely zoned in on her. Just...her. Off she sailed and off he followed, eager to leave Dalibor and all the foolish people who lurked within it and to sail with her for just a little longer.
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The rain was cool. Cool and chilling, and had absolutely nothing to do with the violent shudder that ripped through the dark-skinned miner. His arms were loose at his side, hands curled into gentle fists as he let his eyes wander across the skies, watching through his dragon's eyes as the storm writhed and flailed about them. He glanced to the side without turning his head, and he felt his heart clench, nostrils flaring with lust as his pupils dilated.
She was beautiful.
So very beautiful that even B'rak, who had gone about his life never too particularly interested in one person or another, and very much in love with his blond Bluerider, could not even begin to think of his Weyrmate. Chest clenching, he swallowed, and found that he could not look away from the ex-Weyrling before him. His eyes traced her form; her hair, her neck, her shoulders, her back, her waist, her hips, her legs and arms...her outline in of itself was heart-stopping. But she was breathing. She was thinking. She was alive and he knew how amazingly sweet and marvelous she could be...and that made her so much more tempting than he could imagine.
But tonight...she was wild. She was wild and as unobtainable as the great Cyan dragonness Shoth fought for high in the sky. B'rak grit his teeth and wrenched his eyes away from her desperately, reaching out to Shoth and his view in an attempt to be rid of these thoughts...these thoughts he could neither ignore nor have. He swallowed, and his fists tightened. "Fly..."
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The ocean flared its rich blue wings beneath him, and the Bronze gave a powerful pump of his own, letting loose a challenging roar to the sky and sea itself as he shot after Eccolath, spiraling up after her and raking his claws viciously against the wave. That which touched her--that which dared to mar her beautiful hide with its clear rivulets--he would strike it down! For nothing could match her, nothing could stand up to that stunning cyan hide!
His muscles flexed, shimmering metallic hide shining under its rain coat, and as the lightning flashed, it shone against his flesh like steel ringing against a bronze shield. His eyes glowed in the night, and as she flew on faster, so did he, his stare becoming twin streaks of violent in the dark night. Shoth roared, the sound booming as though forcing away the thunder itself--telling her just how marvelous she really was! No storm could stand in her way; no rain could outshine her beauty; no strike of lightening could light a candle in comparison of her magnificence! She was Eccolath and Eccolath was the only dragon in all the worlds who Shoth would give all of Pern and all of himself to!
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Post by Kila on Mar 22, 2010 12:13:18 GMT -5
Sol was weak, standing on her ledge being battered by waves of rain and surges of lust. Eccolath was a stronger being, still striving forward, still delighted by the feel of the wind and water. Sol soared with her, her mind far away above the ocean, but her body still there and in close proximity to the men that surrounded her. She wanted to run from them, but she wanted to turn and let them have her too. It was all so dizzying, but she deferred all choice to Ecolath.
The beautiful Cyan dragoness only felt the conflict of emotions in the back of her mind. Wind, water, lightining, danger-these were the elements that she lived. She burst through the crests of waves of broiling black water and her brave suitors followed her. Yes, that was what she wanted; a dragon that was not afraid. All who had followed her had proven themselves already, but even that was not enough.
Eccolath crooned with the thunder as she heard Mikidith’s heartbreaking song. It rolled and echoed eerily off the water, creating the perfect score for their toil. It was beautiful and real and constant, something to make her feel warm in the cold onslaught. She liked it. His beautiful melody was punctuated by Shoth’s powerful roar close behind her. She could feel his presence and sense his body breaking the waves nearby, and it excited her.
Before either could draw too close, she changed her course and shot up straight into the sky. They would be in even more danger up in the clouds, drenched as they were, but Eccolath pushed herself forward with purpose. She pumped her wings and strained her body, putting every last ounce of effort she had into this climb. A bolt of lightning raked the sky nearby, making her hide tingle, but she ignored it, climbing ever higher. It was only when she could go on no farther that she surrendered to her fatigue. Facing the males as she began to plummet, she allowed only one name.
Shoth.
Her choice produced immediate effects. Sol whirled around with eyes clearer than they had been since the start and found B’rak close by among the others. It was not only Eccolath’s lust that propelled her towards him, but her own desires. With a small cry she threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to his face. She crushed her soaking wet body against his and her mouth sought out his. However many times she might have secretly imagined this passionate realization, no daydream could come close to the combined fervor and enhanced emotions that their dragons now added. She clung to him, her object of affection, and longed for him to take her up in his strong arms, like he had before, and take her. Pick her up, lay her down. Her hands gripped the wet fabric of his shirt and her head reeled. She wanted all of these wet, feeble clothes gone. She wanted…
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Post by jack on Mar 28, 2010 23:31:52 GMT -5
Eccolath shot up, going higher and higher and higher into that electrified sky, and Shoth was right on her tail. His eyes were glowing, flashing as brilliantly as his hide gleamed with every strike of lightening. The electricity tingling on his skin only made him surge forwards more, his chest swelling with determination.
As the last beats of the Flight approached, the Bronze runt was absolutely silent, too absorbed in her motions to spare the slightest of rumble in his throat. He felt different, flying in the skies on her heels, and it made his nostrils flare and his wings pump harder. A metallic flash on a black sky; that was all he was. And she was a cyan rocket; a shooting star that nothing could follow entirely. But just as all stars that fly across the night must, she too began to fall. Time slowed to a trickle, and even as Shoth snapped his wings fully open and turned onto his back, desperate not to let her shoot past him, it seemed to both himself and to his rider that everything were trickling by as slowly as eggs grew on the sands.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Was that their heartbeat? Why was something so fast, thundering like a runner's hooves in their chests, sounding so slow..?
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Ba...dump.
Her voice exploded like thunder in his mind, and Shoth's eyes grew almost unnaturally wide. But then she was there, and he aggressively claimed her. Claws interlocked, tails twined like a rope's cords, neck's twisted, they fell.
B'rak didn't bother to contain himself as Shoth fell. He could feel the wind rushing over him, even as he was still, and as lips crashed against his own, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around that small form, hefting her up and holding her desperately close. It wasn't all Flightlust--he was experienced enough to know the difference. This was wilder, more starved and exuberant than anything he'd felt before--even with a weyrmate.
He was quick to make his way towards the bed, but he seperated his mouth from hers before he did. His lips sought out her neck and collarbone, leaving trails of kisses and bright red bite marks that would linger for days, before as suddenly as he'd started, the Bronzerider stopped. Eyes glowing, the viciousness that was his dragon came into his stare and voice as he whirled on the others--the suitors who had dared to think they could stand here. He didn't know why, but suddenly...they were absolutely disgusting to him. "Get. Out." He snarled, baring his teeth animalistically. There was more than a bluff behind the threat, however, as he held Sol even closer and tilted his chin down protectively over her. Shoth may be small, but B'rak was far from it, and there was no doubt in the growled tone that he would attack anything that remained.
Luckily, however, he didn't linger to observe long. With a whirl of long legs and an angry huff turned into an adoring hum, he carried his precious package towards the bedroom.
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