Nia
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Post by Nia on Jun 5, 2010 23:59:52 GMT -5
It was a brilliant day. The coming of autumn made the heat begin to ebb away, leaving a very pleasantly warm day in its wake. Avalle was enjoying this day by... staying in her room and laying on her floor next to Callistath. Her very fluffy cat Maris was curled up close to her, napping quietly. Yulari was next to the cat, watching everything around her with lazy, but still curious, eyes. Avalle hadn't wanted to leave the Gold's side lately, what with her rather volatile mood. Callistath was acting very unladylike, snapping at others to the point where Avalle had to keep her inside. She was sure that the Gold would be much happier when her Flight was finally over, and would thank Hers for her self-control. Avalle had progressed into a lady, though she definitely still had her moments.
Like now, as she layed sprawled out on the floor next to the Gold with the very shiny hide. The prospect of the Flight scared her... she didn't know how ready she was. Of course, she didn't doubt her self control, as she'd been dealing with an angry Gold for a good while now. She just didn't know if she was ready. It seemed like... a lot. Plus, this was going to decide the Junior Weyrleader... an idea that made her extremely nervous. But she had faith in Callistath. The utmost faith that the Gold would not only pick who she loved but who she knew would make a good leader. And there was no chance of her going by who Avalle wanted... it was all up to the Gold.
Who had been unusually quiet today. Avalle knew she was awake, she could feel it, but Callistath wasn't talking. Not that she'd been talking all that much lately, but she hadn't even scolded Avalle for the undignified way she was lazing about. The brunette sat up, watching Callistath. The dragon's eyes were closed, and something felt off. Not wrong, just... strange. Different. She'd never felt feelings like this from Callistath before. The Gold seemed brighter than she'd ever been before....
And then her eyes snapped open, whirling with purple. Avalle was momentarily overwhelmed but her eyes narrowed seriously and she pushed back Callistath's emotions. She stood, watching as Callistath got to her feet and shot out of their weyr, flying down towards the herds. Yulari smartly roused Marisa and nudged him over to a corner of the weyr that they could stay out of the way. The sleepy cat followed her, not happy to be woken from his nap. Avalle paid no attention to them and followed Callistath as far as she could, leaning out over the ledge and watching as the Gold swiftly killed one of the beasts. She crouched down to tear into it, but Avalle kept a firm hold on the Gold's mind.
"BLOOD IT!" she screamed as loud as she could, mentally and physically. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously and her focus was unwavering. Callistath gave a roar, annoyed that Hers would even TRY to restrain her! "BLOOD IT! NOW!" She screamed again, holding her control on the dragon. Callistath gave a monstrous roar of defiance, but she blooded the herdbeast all the same. It didn't take long before she got up for another, and despite her lust and defiance, she drained the blood in an almost neat, ladylike way.
She drained three more herdbeasts before she was satisfied, and then sat up, looking around, watching. Avalle still had her solid hold on the dragon's mind, but now that she was done blooding, Avalle began to allow her control to fade off. She slowly allowed her mind to merge with Callistath's. They were so close they were almost one... almost. Avalle didn't allow her control to fully fade, not yet. She had her awareness still, she knew where she was and she wasn't ready to give up all of her control. Callistath hadn't started to fly yet... she was still blooding... the Riders hadn't shown up yet... O'ris hadn't shown up yet....
O'ris... was he going to show? Was he going to be able to? She didn't know... she wanted to have faith in him, but trusting others had always been difficult for her. Loving others was difficult for her, and she'd been lucky that she hadn't done something to inadvertantly make O'ris leave her. It was Callistath that controlled her temper and made her into a lady... so now Avalle had to do the same for her. But she didn't fully let go... she needed to see if O'ris would come... if he'd be there for her.
Callistath gave another roar, eyeing the suitors around her, for they were sure to be there by now. She was Callistath! She was a lady and she was a Queen! They were here for her and only her...! They were hers and only hers...! This was her day, all hers, and no one was going to take it from her...! She roared again, this time challenging those gathered and even those on their way to meet her. If they were slow, she was going to leave them behind! With that final roar Callistath spread her huge wings as wide as they could go and violently took off into the sky.
This was her Flight, her Weyr! And if they wanted her, they'd have to catch her! [/size]
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Post by lesa on Jun 6, 2010 0:34:32 GMT -5
J'mes pulled back from the kiss and grinned roguishly. "How'd you like that, pretty one?" His weyrmate stared at him blankly for a moment, blinked, then laughed. He pouted until she held up a hand, forestalling his pulling her back to him for "punishment". "It was perfect, J'mes. Just - just - your accent!" The dark haired man pouted again. He thought his accent was fine; sure, his normal Igen-flavored voice probably wasn't the best to attempt a broad High Reaches lilt, but hey, he tried! Nyora grinned at him cheekily, reaching up to peck him on the nose. His cross-eyed attempt to follow drew giggles.
She was so giggly, his girl was. Faranth, he was still so glad that he had snapped her up when he first saw her - dragonrider or not, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even with those viewed through the lens of flightlust. She just... glowed from the inside out, all the time, like a female Rising, just not through lust, but love and kindness. He opened his mouth to tease her, only to be cut off by a scream from the Bowl - and the rumbled answer from his own weyr. Ah, shards.
Mdja? he tried, and cursed again as the brown could be heard rushing his way out of the weyr, lust again taking over his rider. At least this explained his unfought-against desire to jump Nyora the minute he strode in the weyr. Who rises?
The golden Callistath, J'mesmine, I must answer her call, she is such a glorious lady! Shards, he thought briskly, before the brown flooded J'mes' mind with lust. The mid-thirties rider cursed again, and with ease of many Turns, shunted the growing lust to the side. It would be dealt with in a moment.
"Mdjaith's chasing," he explained quickly. Nyora nodded, scooting away from him on the bed, "Don't want me to come with you?" he shook his head at her question, wondering why she even bothered asking - yes, near everyone knew about Avalle and that O'sris - or whatever, that male cyanrider, but still having her with him... at least she was confident he would win, if she was thinking like that.
"No, no, Nyo. But, if we lose - hush, Mdjai," he said, quieting the brown's self-assured mind-mutter, "I would like you here, dear." He reared forward, dropping a kiss on her nose, and a firmer one on her mouth, before leaning back again, tugging on one of her dark curls before rising. "At least you weren't elbow deep in a man's gut or a woman's birthing like you were last time," the girl remarked as she rolled to the edge of the bed and her feet. He merely nodded, shifting a pile of clothing neither had gotten the time to grade on cleanliness.
Nyora, still as undressed as he, passed him a light shirt even as he hunted for his rising-pants - they were a pair he could get out of easy, so Nyora wouldn't find herself mending them after every single flight. J'mes had to admire the view as his dark-skinned beauty chucked his boots at his head, before sitting back down on the bed, form highlighted against the pale linens. The boots were drawn on quickly, and he winked at her as he strode from the weyr, leaving her to sulk as he had been before. Alright, so he had been pouting, not sulking. But it amounted to the same thing.
He refused to let Mdjaith's lust take him over completely - only enough to use that strange dragon-innate sense of finding the other rider, or in this case, the weyr of said rider. The dark brown, in the meantime, was busy gaining strength from a few hastily drained kills, each one taken down with speed and efficiency, keen brain mapping out the rate of velocity to the herdbeast and the trajectory he would need to get airborne after Callistath with the curve of her flightpath on a parallel path upward so as to intersect with hers slightly, but no so much as to get himself injured - enough to keep himself slightly above her, but not get stuck in the middle of the pack.
She was so gorgeous, he couldn't understand how His didn't want him to chase - she was everything His' Nyora was to him, brilliant, a true lady with a backbone of steel. She would be his, if he would have him, and he would have a lady like his rider did - such a thing was just logical.
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Post by Reky on Jun 6, 2010 13:36:03 GMT -5
"No, see, you've got to hold it like this, kiddo," R'len said, demonstrating the proper way to cut a tuber. The little weyrbrat child watched him, just barely tall enough to be able to do things on the counter with his hands. At first, he'd been confused at why a rider would be in the kitchens in the first place, but soon enough he'd found that the nice ironrider man really was being a help, and already he could feel his fingers thanking him for the lack of cuts that was soon to arise.
"But ma hands 'r real tiny," the boy said, brows furrowed.
"Oh, don't worry about that," R'len chuckled. "They'll get bigger. So things will get easier! Here, you try." He pushed the cutting board over a little and handed the knife to the boy. Holding the tuber in such a way so that is tiny (though immaculately clean, thanks to R'len's insistence on hands being clean when cooking) fingers were out of the way of the knife, the boy slowly cut a slice. His hands were cut-free.
"See! That's how you do it," R'len grinned. He'd had nothing better to do today, and he'd come down to the kitchens for an early lunch only to find the kitchen impossibly busy with people getting ready for the big crowd. He was inspired, then, to help them, and found this young boy making a mess of his fingertips trying to cut tubers. Everyone else was occupied, so they couldn't help him out themselves. That's how this had all come about, and the grateful, gap-toothed smile he got from the boy made it all worthwhile.
The boy's mouth moved, presumably thanking him, but R'len didn't hear. Instead, he heard a loud voice in his head.
Callistath Rises! The golden Queen! [/color] A look of horror struck R'len's face. It wasn't as though Callistath's Flight had been unexpected. When a queen was gearing up to Rise, the whole Weyr could tell. Briefly, he worried that red Waroth would be absolutely livid at Kaezeth's Chasing, especially if he won, but he knew that wouldn't be able to sway the iron now. The allure of the Gold was far too great, and Kaezeth's sense of duty as a King dragon was unbreakable. The fact that R'len would be the Jr. Weyrleader if Kaezeth won worried him slightly. It wasn't that he wanted to be - it wasn't a driving ambition of his. He knew he'd do just fine in the position, though. Still, it was something that put butterflies in his stomach. "Y'alright, sir?" the boy asked, blinking. "Ah... Yeah. Yeah, I... am, mostly," R'len spluttered. "Well, you take care of your fingers, kiddo. I... uh. I gotta run." He patted the boy on the back, and then turned and waded swiftly through the kitchen drudges and early lunch-goers, and then sprinted out of the dining hall and lower caverns, out into autumn sun. He had made it just in time to hear Callistath's second, violent roar, which Kaezeth answered with just as much volume and a deeper, masculine voice. There was a flash of gold as the Queen took off, followed quickly by the sheen of Kaezeth's iron hide as he leapt from his weyrledge to follow. R'len fought for his consciousness. He could feel Kaezeth's intense lust in his mind already, and he could feel their consciousnesses trying to meld, but he knew he had to get to Avalle's weyr first. His running was sloppy, and he was dizzy from the split-second flashed he got of what Kaezeth was seeing through his faceted eyes. Soon enough, though, he found the Jr. Weyrwoman's weyr. It was a ground-level one, luckily, so as to be close to the hatching sands for when Callistath would clutch, so there were no issues with getting inside - except for how sick he felt. "R-R'len," he said. His manners made him introduce himself with a bow, quickly, even if Avalle wouldn't hear, before his nervousness was quashed by Kaezeth's lust. He was R'len-Kaezeth, then, chasing the beauty that was Callistath through the skies of Pern. I am here, my Queen! Here for you![/color][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by kia on Jun 6, 2010 23:05:14 GMT -5
Callistath is Rising, Mine, Rhyolith said calmly.
"SHARDS!" O`ris shouted, quickly getting up from his Wingsecond papers and dropping Lira on the floor. The little Green Fire Lizard chirped angrily, but stopped when she felt the distress in O`ris` mind. The young man quickly grabbed his jacket, ready to run out the door to Avalle`s weyr.
I will carry you there so you do not have to run, Rhyolith suggested.
"NO! Rhyolith, look at yourself! You are close to Rising as well. If Callistath sees you in the air, even though you are best friends, in flightlust she will kill you," O`ris quickly pointed out.
Rhyolith quickly inspected herself, her eyes whirling in orange distress. How on Pern am I close to Rising? I do not care for any males but you.
"I do not know. Every female has to Rise, I would guess. We will talk about it later. You stay here and do not let Callistath see you!" O`ris shouted out of concern for his dragon and anxious to get to Avalle.
O`ris ran out of his weyr and down the alley stairs, his heart pumping, his adrenaline spiking, his desire driving him on to the woman that he loved. He knew this day would come, he knew Rhyolith Rising might be inevitable, but he was going to let nothing stand in his way for Avalle. He closed his eyes for a second and envisioned another man holding Avalle in their arms. NO! He was not going to let that happen! He loved Avalle! Pern may have given him a female dragon, but that did not define him. He may have cursed the day that he Impressed Rhyolith, wishing she was a male dragon, but he had come to love her. Rhyolith was his dragon. She was a part of him. She was his lifemate. But Avalle... he wanted her to be his weyrmate, to be his lifemate, to be his love. He had to get to her. He was not going to let anyone touch Avalle but him. He did not care about Flightlust, Avalle was his love, and he loved Avalle. He kept running as fast as he could, letting his legs carrying him along the stone ground, pushing them to their max so he could get there. Avalle, hold on for me, I am coming! he thought.
And sure enough he came. Riders were arriving as he approached. for the first time since he had been to Dalibor, a scowl covered his face as he saw them. They were here, they wanted Avalle under their Flightlust, but he was not going to let them. "OUT OF MY WAY!" he growled at them all, showing his protective side. The last time anyone had seen this side of him had been at his old Hold whenever he protected his little sister. But his sister was elsewhere, at another Weyr last he heard, and had Impressed. Today he was protecting Avalle! He loved her! He pushed the other Riders away, giving another growl, and entered Avalle`s weyr. He looked at her, saw her, and felt his protectiveness become even more. He slammed the door behind him, locking it the best he could, and slowly approached Avalle. His eyes melted from his anger at the Riders into pure adoration and love for Avalle. "Avalle," he whispered, reaching out to take her hand. "Avalle, I am here." He touched her hand gently. "Avalle, I love you. I want to be with you. Please, please, will you please become my weyrmate? Will you please have me? I do not know what I would do without you. Avalle..." he said, his eyes watering lightly as he looked at her, confessing his love for her, and hoping to Faranth that she would accept him.
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Post by jack on Jun 7, 2010 10:23:53 GMT -5
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 16, 2010 16:03:51 GMT -5
I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware!
I'm gonna be the mane event Like no king was before! I'm brushing up on looking down I'm working on my roar!
Oh, I just can't wait to be king!
It was another long day of waiting in their weyr. Valleth was crouched on the ledge, front talons clinging to its edge. L'ven was silently stitching a patch on an old pair of riding pants. It was hard to say who was tenser, the dragon or his 'rider. Both shared a quiet sense of desperation. Ever since L'ven had Impressed the Bronze, they had been waiting for the moment Callistath blooded for her first Flight. L'ven smiled slightly, remembering the first words Valleth spoke to him, informing him that he was Valleth, he had Impressed to L'ven, and that he thought Callistath was pretty. Well, here they were, three Turns later, and the pretty dragoness had the blindingly bright hide of one about to Fly. Of course the Bronzepair would Chase.
L'ven was ambitious. It had always been one of his most prevalent traits. And, so far, he had found great success as a dragonrider. Wingsecond right out of Weyrlinghood was nothing to sneeze at! However, he knew full well that a lot of that was due to Valleth's color. However, winning a Queenflight took more than a dragon with a shiny hide. Becoming Jr. Weyrleader was not something that was eventually handed out to all Kingriders who showed mere competence. He liked to believe that he had worked hard for his chance at the post-- studying, shadowing, spending hours in the records room. Ever since Gneith's Flight, he and Valleth had spent much of their days in the skies, building wind and endurance. However, L'ven could not kid himself. Avalle had O'ris. Her dragon's choice would have very little to do with who she thought would be the best Jr. Weyrleader. It would all come down to Callistath, and, therefore, it would be up to Valleth to impress her.
But luckily for the young man with stars in his eyes, his dragon was as eager to win as he was. Valleth had already lost Gneith. There was no way he was going to lose Callistath, too. He loved the Queen. He had been by her side since the day they had hatched. Surely that counted for something. She was not open with her affections, but the Bronze liked to think that she liked him more than most. Maybe he was deluded; maybe he was blinded by love. But maybe there was a kernel of truth in what he thought. He dreamed to have her as his, not as some unattainable dragoness upon whom he often forced his company. Perhaps that day was today. She was certainly shining brightly enough.
And so, the pair waited. Valleth laid the tip of his nose on the stone of the weyrledge, but he kept his eyes trained on the slumbering golden form in the distance. The moment she moved, so would he. He would not have to be called to her. This Flight was not something he would do on a whim, nor because the instincts of his rank would make him. This was something he had always meant to do, something long planned. The Bronze was crouched, haunches coiled, hind talons digging into the stone, fore talons gripping the edge, wings carefully arranged on his back. Every few minutes he would stand, stretch like a feline, and flap his wings a few time to avoid any stiffness. Every time, the resulting wind startled L'ven, who was already jumpy from nerves.
Valleth got up to move around and stretch his wings again, this time causing L'ven to jump so hard that he stabbed himself in the fleshy pad of his thumb with the sewing needle. The Bronzerider cursed and rubbed the tiny wound furiously. Faranth, he would be glad when the waiting was over. But, still, it was going to be a long Flight, full of nerves worse than this, a feeling of helplessness (he trusted his dragon to do his best, but L'ven still didn't like the idea of handing over the reins completely to Valleth. He much preferred doing something to help than to let any other, even his mindmate, take complete control), and trying to suppress his feelings of lust. The last thing he wanted to was to accidentally jump someone at the end, particularly Avalle if they happened to win, and particularly if O'ris was there as well. Shard it, he should have remembered earlier that it was likely the Goldrider was going to have O'ris be her substitute-- why had he not asked Lynx to do the same? He supposed that would have felt too much like counting his firelizards before they hatched. He didn't want to do anything to jinx their chances.
He set down the sewing for a minute and stood next to Valleth to peer at Callistath. The Queen was still enthralled in that deep slumber that preceded Flight, not that L'ven had expected anything different. If she had risen, Valleth would already be gone. He raised a hand to rub Valleth's eyeridge, but the dragon gave no indication he felt the fond caress. Belying the inertness of his great body, Valleth's eyes were a tumultuous and swirling yellow of anxiety, already shot through with a few streaks of lustful purple. "Almost time, big guy," L'ven said quietly. Valleth blinked once to show that he had heard. Turning back to his weyr, L'ven sighed heavily, but that did nothing to slow his racing heart. He wished for a moment that Valleth was a normal dragon and would let both of them go about their day until it was time. But, no, Valleth would do nothing but sit on the ledge and stalk his chosen dragoness until the moment she Rose. When it came to females, Valleth didn't do anything half-heartedly.
Then, suddenly, L'ven felt an overpowering lurch in his stomach, all adrenaline and lust, that told him what he needed to know. He turned just in time to see Valleth push himself powerfully off of the ledge just a split second after Callistath did the same. The Bronze's wings snapped open, and he bugled powerfully. The sound echoed through the Weyrbowl, announcing to all that he was here and ready to Chase! The Bronze glided gracefully towards the herdbeast pens, backwinging and landing lightly a good distance away from Callistath. He rumbled a greeting to her and sank to one knee to bow to her. Though she probably wouldn't notice the gestures, it couldn't hurt to be polite. Then, Valleth sank his claws into a herdbeast of his own and drained it of its blood, copying Callistath. L'ven reminded him to blood it only, but Valleth didn't need to be told. He finished the first and blooded a second for good measure. Two would provide plenty of energy for him. Desire would provide enough on its own.
L'ven made his way to Avalle's weyr. He was in no hurry to get there. He was dreading the moment when he would look upon one of his closest friends and be drowned in dragonlust. Fortunately, he knew O'ris would not let even the winner get close to Avalle when all was said and done, and he'd be the only one there mostly unaffected by Flightlust. But, still, L'ven walked quickly. He did want to arrive before he was completely blinded by dragonlust, especially considering how perilous navigating from the highest weyrs to the lowest was even under the best of conditions. L'ven slipped into her weyr, among the last to arrive. His eyes were immediately drawn to Avalle. Faranth, she was radiant... but, no, he couldn't think like that! He turned to O'ris instead. The Cyanrider was his friend, despite the fact that the part of him that was becoming Valleth was screaming, 'Competitor!' He offered O'ris a friendly smile. "Don't mind me. She's yours, my friend." With that, L'ven leaned against the doorway and closed his eyes, letting himself become Valleth. He'd stick with his dragon half and let the human half be as unobtrusive as possible.
As Callistath blooded the last of her herdbeasts, Valleth sat back on his haunches, still as a statue, simply drinking in her beauty. Only his twitching tail revealed his anxiety. Callistath was still blooding, even managing such a grisly task with utmost elegance and grace. Valleth was mesmerized. However, the Bronze did take the opportunity to look around at his competition. There was a Brown he knew by sight but not by name. Then, he spotted Mesreath, which rather surprised him. A female, Durian, rode him... a female Jr. Weyrleader? He saw an Iron and immediately bristled, but it was not Detritath... it was his wingleader! Valleth knew he was competent, having trained under him for a few seasons now, and decided he was the one to watch out for. But did any know Callistath like he did? She finished blooding, and his attention was instantly riveted back to her. She did not take instantly to the skies, but stood where she was for a moment more, surveying them. Valleth dipped his head reverently, but made no sound.
Then, she was off! Valleth rocked back on his haunches and launched himself into the air, his massive wings propelling him up and up after Callistath. He took great care not to push himself too hard in these early stages. It was going to be a long, nearly torturous Flight, and there was plenty of time to make up ground lost here. Still, he was not left behind. The wingbeats came quickly and easily. The initial climb was made without the slightest strain. Valleth settled into his steady rhythm. He was ready for this marathon of a Flight. His color gave him strength and endurance, his experience gave him knowledge, and his love gave him heart. He was young, yes, and he had yet to win a Flight, but he was confident. Any misgivings, any sense of desperation that he had felt while waiting on his ledge had vanished the second he had taken to the air. Who was to say he couldn't win this one?
The great King bugled again, praising Callistath. She was surely the most beautiful dragoness to set wing in Dalibor, no, on Pern! Ever! How was it that so few dragons came to Chase? She deserved every single King on the planet! He was delighted that he was finally here, Chasing her and having the opportunity to win her love, to sire her clutch! Why had so many ignored a privilege like this? He longed to be nearer to her, but he had to be patient. It would not do to try and run her down in these early stages. Callistath would not be caught, she would choose. He had been waiting for this too long to ruin it with impatience. This was too important. The Gold deserved only the best from every single dragon present. He would not let himself down. He would not let His down. He would not let her down.
Let every creature go for broke and sing Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing It's gonna be King Valleth's finest fling
Oh, I just can't wait to be king! Oh, I just can't wait... Just can't wait To be king!
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Post by hatori3070 on Jun 16, 2010 20:09:14 GMT -5
Odd one, you're never alone I'm here and I will reflect you Both of us basically unattached to anything Or anyone unless we're pretending
Large Purple Daedalouth lounged on his ledge, enjoying the warm sunshine while His sulked inside. K'rin knew full well what his insane dragon had planned for that day, and he didn't like it one bit. They were still relatively new to the weyr, they hardly knew anyone, and his wherry of a dragon was going to try for a Gold. A Gold! What was he thinking? But to top it all, it wasn't just any Gold. This Gold's Rider was the Junior Weyrwoman. K'rin was positive that there was no way Daed stood a chance against the Kings he knew would be there, but when did he ever listen to him?
You live your life in your head Some call it imagination I'd rather focus instead on anything Except what I'm feeling, what I'm feeling Odd one
Daedalouth simply ignored His and watched the weyr of the beautiful Callistath. He may not have been at the weyr as long as others he knew would chase her that day, but he had seen her from the day they had first arrived. She hadn't noticed him then, he had been travel weary from their long flight to Dalibor, but he had certainly noticed her. She was younger but by no means less beautiful than she was now. How could he not admire the graceful Gold Queen on sight? She was a picture of elegance in every line of her body, and when he had seen her hide growing brighter in the past few days, he knew that he would chase. He would be there and she would see him at last, see him and know that he was for her. His' feelings on the matter meant very little to him right now as purple bled into the calm blue of his eyes until they nearly matched his hide in color. It would be soon, it would be today, and he would be ready.
Aye, it's gonna be ok Aye, we're gonna laugh at this one day
K'rin had no idea how this idiotic idea had entered his normally mostly-sane Purple's mind, but he was determined to not let him actually go through with it. If K'rin could hold him back even a little, another dragon would surely outfly him and win the Gold's attentions. That is, if he could even keep control of himself in the midst of the Flightlust he could already feel through his connection to Daedalouth. Daed had chased before, K'rin knew how strong his dragon's emotions would be as he chased after his prize, but he had given himself completely over to his dragon in those Flights. He didn't know how successful Daed would be without his full support, or if he would even be able to hold back, but he had to try. Neither of them had met the Gold dragon or her Rider. How awkward would it be if Daed actually won? No, Daedalouth was getting himself in over his head, and it was up to K'rin to keep him from making a fool out of himself.
Odd one, I wish I was you You're never concerned with acceptance We are all desperately seeking out And fitting in with anyone who will accept us But not you, odd one
Though Daedlouth was relaxed as he waited for the Gold Queen to Rise, his eyes were fixed on the ledge outside her weyr, and he was on his feet the moment he saw that flash of brilliant gold hide. She Rises. I chase. Was all he said to His as he leaped from their ledge, wings snapping open as he followed her to the herdbeasts. Even so brief a flight as the one from the bowl to the pens was made art by her movement. He bugled, low and soft, calling out to her and showing his admiration. When they arrived, he landed a respectful distance away and watched as she blooded her kills. Everything she did was imbued with the essence of her beauty, even so messy an act as blooding. The Purple selected his own beast and drained it, tossing the carcass away and turning his attention back on the deadly beauty in front of him. Others arrived, but he had eyes only for Callistath. When she looked around at her gathered suitors, Daedalouth crooned and bowed his head. She deserved all of his respect and admiration, and he would give it to her. As soon as she opened her wings, he opened his own and followed her into the air. He kept himself from following too closely, he didn't want to use up all his strength in the first climb, but remained close enough that she wouldn't forget he was there. Now he remained silent, saving his breath for the trial Callistath would set before them all. He would stay to the end, stay until she made her choice, and hopefully he would remain after, entwined with his gorgeous lady as they fell together.
Aye, it's gonna be ok Aye, we're gonna laugh at this one day Hey, it's gonna be ok Hey, gonna laugh at this one day
K'rin admittedly dragged his feet as he made his way to the weyr of the GoldRider, holding on to himself with all of his might, remaining separate from Daedalouth for as long as he could. His vision got steadily worse as he got closer to Avalle's weyr as his mind slowly melded with that of his dragon despite his best efforts. Once he got there and entered the room, he bowed and muttered, "K'rin," by way of introduction before finding himself a corner to hide out in. Despite his surly exterior, inside K'rin was a churning pot of emotions. He wanted to be as near Avalle as he could, but he was still resisting. It began to dawn on K'rin that he was fighting a losing battle as Daedalouth took to the air, sending a rush of flightlust back to him. What was he going to do? Whenever his gaze was drawn to Avalle, he felt a desire for her that overran his resolve to stay as distant from his dragon as he could for this Flight. Oh, shardit. He might as well. K'rin finally released his grip on himself and let his mind melt completely into that of Daedalouth.
I am with you.
Yes.
We Chase. We Chase.
Don't let someone tell you you're no one Don't let someone tell you you're no one Odd one
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Post by Nia on Jun 16, 2010 22:48:26 GMT -5
Pride, pride, pride. There was so much pride. No matter who came in, she tensed. It wasn't O'ris. It wasn't who she wanted. It wasn't anyone she cared about, but knew that she should. Still... she didn't want to give herself to any of them. She didn't want to give herself to anyone. The thought made her bristle in an odd, reluctant way. Callistath's lust was flooding her mind, and she resisted. But she couldn't, she couldn't separate herself from Callistath. Despite her fears, despite her pride... she had to just let go and let it come naturally. She stood stiffly, nodding distantly as the men came to her weyr. Waiting, just waiting... not letting herself fully merge with Callistath. Not yet. Not yet....
And then he was there. A part of her throat clenched as she remembered that, despite their friendship, Callistath was likely to rip apart Rhyolith if the Cyan made herself known... but she was smarter than that. O'ris was smarter than that. His protective scream made her heart clench sharply. She almost pulled her hand from his, jolting at the touch. She didn't want to give herself to anyone. She was so prideful, it hurt just to think that she'd be so powerless. He'd confessed his love to her in front of everyone gathered. It was embarrassing... but she had no time to be embarrassed.
She loved him. She did. More than anyone else. But she was so prideful... it hurt to admit it. She wasn't going to be like Fajra and completely deny it, but it hurt her pride more than anything to admit it. "Weyrmates...." she said softly. There wasn't much time left. Callistath was done and they were all waiting. She spotted L'ven arrive and cracked a small smile at his words... and an even larger one when she faced O'ris. Her face was red, but she couldn't help that. "I... I love you. Stay with me," she couldn't say yes, be my Weyrmate... because that was just too much hurt to her pride. She even only barely managed to choke out that she loved him. But she did, and she squeezed his hand tighter. He should know her by now... he should be able to see the words she couldn't force herself to say. And then she relaxed, finally allowing herself to merge with her beautiful, shining Gold dragon.
Callistath was too busy blooding to care for those that arrived. She recognized them all, of course. Purple, Bronze, Iron, Brown, Brown. She knew them all, as this was her Weyr, but they didn't catch her interest individually. Not yet. The Avalle part of her mind did notice Mesreath with amusement, noting that if he were to win they'd have a female Jr. Weyrleader. That alone was swaying the mischevious part of Avalle's mind... but Callistath squashed that with her dignity. Avalle had made her choice. This was all Callistath now. Avalle was accepting of that. She would be there for her dragon. It wasn't her choice. Callistath would decide... and Avalle's lack of ladylike dignity would remain at the back of their mind.
And Callistath did notice Valleth. He had been there since she first hatched. No one else could say they'd done that, no one else could say they'd been there since the beginning. But she made certain not to pay attention to him. He may have been there since the beginning, and their riders were fairly close friends... but he had yet to prove himself in the air. That was all that counted. She wasn't going to count out the others, that wouldn't be a ladylike thing to do. She would give them all a chance and judge them with dignity. They would behave themselves in the air. She would not settle for anything less than a gentleman. If they misbehaved... Callistath was going to have to teach them a lesson. Easy as that.
So she took off, giving an air of ladylike aloofness as she climbed higher and higher through the sky. They could follow her, but they'd better not get too close to her. She was a lady, and they were going to treat her as such. She climbed higher towards the sun, her gold hide shining even brighter in the reflected sunlight. If they were devoted, they would follow even to the highest points in the sky. But that soon grew boring, and both of their minds began to grow bored with a simple climb. That showed no skills. None of their skills, and none of the suitor's skills.
Callistath sharply turned off to the left, picking up speed and turning on her side, moving back and forth through the air in a rather elegant motion. The air was where she was comfortable. She was graceful and danced through the sky, far more graceful than she had ever been on land. It was her time to show off her beauty as well as judge the others. It wasn't ladylike to show off... but she was enjoying it. Best to watch the others, though. And she did, watching them with an aloof sort of gaze that made it seem as though she was completely ignoring them. But she was watching their every move, judging their every movement, and making sure they weren't trying to surpass her.
Dalibor was a good way off in the distance, now. They'd flown so far already. But Callistath wasn't tired, so neither should her suitors be. She had a lot of stamina and she planned on using every last drop of it. She'd push herself and the suitors past their limit, until they couldn't take it anymore... and then she would decide on the winner.
So now was their time to prove to her just how much they wanted her. To prove just how much they wanted to win.
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Post by Reky on Jun 16, 2010 23:23:05 GMT -5
There was a part of R'len still in his own body. It was a small part, but a part nonetheless. It was, he supposed, the part that stayed to keep his physical self intact while his mental self was in the sky with Kaezeth. He noticed O'ris' arrival, but the conversation that ensued barely registered. He got it, though. The boy would have Avalle. His lust-clouded mind found the girl as radiant as Rukbat could ever be, but he knew it was wrong to want her. She was young. He... He was not. It did not matter much for dragons, but it did for humans. She was obviously in love, anyways. She belonged to that boy. To O'ris. A blind man could see that. He showed no hostility. Instead, he shrank away, further from Avalle.
The R'len that was left was one who looked not full of lust and ambition like his dragon was, but instead an empty, frightened man. Such was always the case. The fright was only magnified by the haunting thought of how Nimara's Waroth would react to this. No doubt she would spin it into a felony. At least he would not have to deal with the guilt of having Avalle that night, for she was claimed. Briefly, his mind jumped to Nimara, then to the prospect of Kaezeth winning and him being Jr. Weyrleader. Then, he was empty again. While his body stood as a discarded puppet, however, his mind was with Kaezeth. He was Kaezeth. And ahead of him, in the vastness of the sky, that brilliant flash of gold. Callistath.
The world was far gone behind him. His wings had found their rhythm. Turns and Turns of trained, maintained and powerful muscles would not disappoint him. He felt only power in his great iron body, coursing through every vein, pulsing through every fibre of his being. In turn, he felt not like he was straining to stay aloft. He felt the power, but it was effortless. His wingspan was immense, more than enough to carry his hulking body. He was a dart. A shining, iron dart or pure muscle and pure passion.
There were others. Of course there were others. Callistath's beauty was enough to entice every single male in the Weyr. Many would chase. It was what she deserved! She was the Weyr's Golden Queen, after all. Her beauty was only matched by copper Kalith, and even then, Kaezeth had no mind for the Sr. Weyrwoman's dragon. Callistath was all he wanted. Callistath was the most beautiful, most powerful, most wonderful Queen in all of Pern. The lust that boiled inside of him was only for her. Waroth was not even thought of once. Now, there was only Callistath.
The climb was nothing to him. He may have been much older than the other dragons there, and even older than Callistath, but that gave him his own advantages. He was experienced. He'd Chased countless times. He, unlike some of the other suitors, had not just reached adulthood. He was past the awkward point of finally filling out. He knew his body well. He knew every muscle. He knew every strength, every weakness. He had seventeen Turns of practice under him. He was an expert. The sky was where he excelled. However, it wasn't his sky. Of course not. It was Callistath's sky, through and through.
He was not right on her tail. She'd gotten too much of a head start for that. However, he was as close as he could manage, without straining himself to hard. He knew to wait. To waste all of his energy right off the bat would be suicide. Callistath was not some petty green. She would not burn out fast. Flights for the larger dragons were not quick. They were long, and based on endurance, which was something Kaezeth had been groomed for. As she leveled out, he gave another booming roar, one of great respect, admiration, and desire.
There was no way that the iron could mimic her aerial grace. While golds were just as large, they were built more femininely. Kaezeth didn't even try to copy her every move. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't outdo her. She was a Gold, after all! There was something he could do, though, and that was Chase. He lacked the finesse she had, but he made up for it with pure, King power. He rocketed after her, a homing missile of dragon's muscle. The entire time, his eyes were fixed on Callistath. He spared no attention to Valleth, Mesreath, Daedalouth, or Mdjaith. They weren't what he was here for. Even if they did manage to get ahead of him, he still ignored them. His only goal was to stay near his Queen. That was what every cell in his body and every thought in his mind stove towards.
Perhaps he hadn't known her her entire life. Perhaps he was older. Perhaps the colour of his hide was the only thing that gave him the right to be up there, chasing her. There was such an immense desire that swelled up in him, though, that he felt all his inadequacies dissipate. She was the only thing he wanted. Sure, it was his duty as a King to chase the Queens, but when he was here in the air, it was different. It wasn't a duty - it was a need. His body, heart and mind screamed at him to follow her to the ends of the earth. This was what he existed for, and he truly believed that.
And so, Kaezeth followed. His chest muscles, powerful as they were, began to feel the strain, but only slightly. The ache started as nothing, and would continue as next to nothing for a while. The onset was slow. He still had time. Plenty of time. He had paced himself well, and there was a gleam in his eyes. He was doing his best, for the best. The best of all Pern. It was not in petty flattery that he spoke her name, then, but in only all the required respect.
Callistath, Queen of all skies! [/i][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 18, 2010 14:12:35 GMT -5
I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Tell me, princess, now when did You last let your heart decide?
L'ven was trying to ignore Avalle, O'ris, and all the other suitors. He was trying to shut himself out of her weyr and fly with Valleth. However, the dragons were all still on the ground; though they were done blooding, Callistath had yet to take off. The effects of a Flight weren't quite strong enough to fully merge minds yet. Curiosity won out, and the Bronzerider turned a small bit of his attention back to the events inside the weyr. L'ven kept his eyes closed, and he missed the small smile the Jr. Weyrwoman sent his way, but he heard her next words, finally accepting O'ris and cementing what pretty much everyone had known all along. He was glad. The Goldrider and the Cyanrider were his friends, and they had both been waiting for each other for a long time. And, hopefully, having O'ris there would make her first Flight easier on Avalle. So many dragon and 'rider pairs shared weyrmates: Fajra and Kalith and O'sho and Daidoroth, R'ori and Vediameth and F'let and Doppelith, Sol and Eccolath and B'rak and Shoth, to name a few. Poor Avalle and O'ris would never have that option. But, either way, Avalle and her five suitors would go through a whirlwind of emotion, and when the dust settled, he knew it'd be far easier for her to be with her love than with a friend or a stranger. She was lucky she had him. And though it had to be awfully embarrassing, it was probably fortunate that the declarations of love had been made here and now. Hopefully it would be enough to make the eventual winner keep away. With those happy thoughts, L'ven let himself become one with Valleth. What happened in the weyr mattered no longer. Now, it was all about what happened in the skies!
I can open your eyes Take you wonder by wonder Over, sideways and under On a magic carpet ride
She was beautiful. Almost tragically so. There was a strong strain in Valleth's chest, but it was not from fatigue; far from it. The great weight of his desire to fly with her, not after her; to be her one, not one of her five, pulled at his heartstrings. It was a heavy burden, but it was also a helium balloon. It weighed him down and lifted him up. It threatened to distract him and send him spiraling to the ground, and it gave him the ability to follow her past his physical limits, to follow her through any and all punishing tests she would put them through. He longed for her! Every fiber of his being was straining towards her, but every time his heart tried to send him rocketing forward towards her, his head butted in, reminding him that this was going to be a long, grueling Flight and that he needed to pace himself. So, Valleth waited, but he found it most torturous to merely follow after her as they climbed. He could not wait for the moment where they were all spent and they could put forward all they had towards catching her. Had it not been for the size and vitality of her future clutch, Valleth would have undoubtedly tried to catch her, not pace himself, right from the beginning. It was a marathon, and Valleth was having difficulty remembering that the sprint came at the end, not the beginning. Such was his desire for her!
A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming
She was a lady. There was no denying that. She had been a lady from the day she'd been shelled, and she was a lady now. What other dragoness could outshine Rukbat's rays so brilliantly? What other dragoness could usurp the sun? She was beauty in the very definition of the word, all slender grace and ravishing elegance covered in a robe of the purest gold. Callistath was simply and irrefutably perfect. She was the very definition of the word. And, yet... she was still more than that. Perfect implied a stiffness, a predictability. Perfect was unattainable and boring, something to strive for but never to reach. If Callistath were perfect, he would not dare to Chase her. She was above perfect. She was not only flawless, she was enrapturing, awe-inspiring, undeniably desirable. She was perfect, yet five dragons still dared to Chase her! She was perfect, yet none of them could keep their eyes off of her! She was perfect, yet there was more! Valleth's heart ached for her. When his eyes were upon her, it was hard to imagine that anything less than brilliance and happiness existed in the world. When he looked at her, he couldn't help but drink in the wonder of her: her beauty, her intelligence, her regality, her kindness, her elegance, her grace, everything about her that made her Callistath, Queen of Dalibor. When he looked at her, he had to remind his wings to beat! And yet, she drew him onward with that magnetic pull of hers. He would follow her even if he didn't have wings!
A whole new world A dazzling place I never knew But when I'm way up here It's crystal clear That now I'm in a whole new world with you Now I'm in a whole new world with you
She still paid her suitors no attention, early as it was, but she soon would. Valleth would fly his hide off to impress her. His feelings for Callistath ran so deep that they were embedded in his very soul. She had shaped him for the better. She had made him chivalrous. The Bronze had always striven to be nobler, harder-working, more charming, more gentlemanly, and it was always because of her. She had been a Queen from her hatching day, and he had always been her little knight in shining armor, dreaming of the day when he might be worthy of her romantic attentions. So he had trained and practiced, he had thrown himself into every challenge possible, he had done everything to prove to her that he was worth a second look. Sure, he had strayed along the way, letting other females distract him, but in the end, his heart was with her. He had not known it until a few sevendays ago, but now, he had no doubt. He had gone off track, but his love for her had guided him back on the right path. Now, here he was, and here she was. This was his final opportunity to show her that he was the most worthy of all of her suitors. Callistath could have almost any dragon she desired. He had to measure up. The young knight was going into battle for her. It was time for do or die. He would succeed. He would not fail her and himself. Nearly every dragon present had Turns and experience on him, but Valleth did not let that daunt him. The knight would gladly take on the kingdom's champion for her.
Unbelievable sights Indescribable feeling Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling Through an endless diamond sky
He had no right to be, but he was confident. He knew his feelings were deeper, his love was stronger than any other dragon here trying to win her heart. How could they dream of winning her heart when she didn't have theirs? If they lost, they would be disappointed, but not crushed. They would take their hearts back and try to fling it on the next dragoness that took to the skies. That was not true of Valleth. He had given her his long ago. He'd tried to give it to the Green, too, but she could not return what he had thought had been his love. And how could she, if Valleth's heart had never been his to give away in the first place? Callistath, he said to himself, it's yours. Take care of it. It had taken Valleth a long time to get straightened out, but, finally, the Bronze was ready to love and be devoted. He might always be a flirt, and he might always appreciate a pretty dragoness, but never again would he try to love any other. Finally, he fully trusted his heart with Callistath. He would never again try to rip it out of her talons and give it to someone else. It wasn't right. He was ready... but could he prove it to her? Would she be able to believe his sincerity after his past transgressions? He hoped Callistath could trust him with her heart now. But, if she couldn't trust him, who could she trust? Certainly not one of these unknown or strange dragons that fancied them suitors! But should his past outweigh his present, should she remain dubious of his fidelity and choose another, he'd wait. He would wait Turns until she was ready to Fly again, and by then, he would show her that he was true to her and her alone! Eventually, she would be his! But, eventually was too long to wait. He had to show her that he was worthy now!
A whole new world Don't you dare close your eyes A hundred thousand things to see Hold your breath - it gets better
He longed for her to look back at him. It was just him and her in the sky. No one else mattered. They were alone, with nothing but empty space full of light. It was a whole new world. It was their world. She was Queen of the Skies, and he would be her King. She'd share her world with him. But he knew a thing or two about the skies himself! He could show her things she'd never imagined, if she chose him! The thought that he could broaden Callistath's horizons while stretching his own, the thought of them making discoveries together... it thrilled him. Because wonderful and perfect as she was, she was still incomplete. He was still incomplete. Both of them had experienced the wholeness that came from falling in love, through their own Impressions, and they both now knew the joy of bonding with another of their own kind in a way that ran nearly as deep as Impression, through L'ven finding his Lynx and Avalle finding her O'ris. They had yet to experience it for themselves. Valleth knew he was Callistath's. Did she feel the same? He didn't know. They were well acquainted, but the Gold treated all of her subjects with a similar ladylike air. She hadn't marked Valleth as special. But, what Valleth did know was that feelings this strong couldn't be one-sided. There was something. He had to convince her that they were meant for each other as surely as Theirs belonged to their weyrmates and they belonged to Theirs. And so the Bronze sang. The long climb had been little strain. His own strength and a series of helpful thermals had ensured that he had plenty of air to spare. The melody was simple, but his voice was powerful. His whole body shook with the emotion of it, one passionate note at a time. He let them float ahead of him and surround her, caress her. The song could do what he only longed to.
I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be
When she turned off sharply, Valleth was caught by surprise, but his eyes whirled still brighter. This was the challenge he was looking for! Finally, a chance to show Callistath what he could really do! His muscles were lovely and warm. There was no chance of stiffness, no chance of a bobble that would lose him his Queen. He was feeling good and on top of his game! The Bronze ended his song with a final, bugling note. Then, he turned, but not to the left, as Callistath had. Instead, he dipped his inside wing down and spun tightly to the right, turning two-hundred-seventy degrees before whipping out of the turn and shooting after Callistath. He was no muscle-bound, hulking, clumsy King who was only formidable on a straight line! No! He was Valleth, and he had style. He was no match for Callistath, but he was not one to be ignored! He knew he should conserve himself. He knew this was nowhere near over. But Callistath was giving them an opportunity to show her what they had got, and Valleth would be a fool to ignore the opportunity. The Bronze shot forward, unabashedly flying as quickly as he could. He swung to Callistath's far right, giving her plenty of berth, taking several moments to simply admire her perfect grace in the air. The Gold's skill and elegance was unrivaled.
A whole new world Every turn a surprise With new horizons to pursue
But Valleth, too, was not done showing off. One little turn and a small burst of speed were nothing to a Queen like her! She was dancing for them! He needed to dance for her! Valleth moved lithely through the air, taking to the skies as a fish did to water. It was his domain. He knew how to manipulate it to suit his needs, and he was well versed in adjusting himself to fit its nuances. He demonstrated his prowess while she danced. He could not match her. While she was graceful and beautiful, pure poetry in motion, he was all flexing muscle and dashing boldness. He cut through the air, diving down then ricocheting upward again. His Bronze hide gleamed as he barrel rolled, then immediately swung side to side, whisking his wings through the air with ease. Tiredness could not touch him yet. The sweetest air on Pern was that in which Callistath flew. Valleth inhaled it, let it refresh and energize him. The Bronze was feeling fresh and lively, simply so ecstatic that he was here, Chasing Callistath, that he couldn't help but flaunt his skills. Utter delight filled him, pushing out any fatigue. He felt invincible! He continued to push himself, making himself still more impressive. He darted and swooped dramatically, demonstrating his athleticism. He could not match Callistath, none of them could, but perhaps it would be enough to catch her attention.
Every moment red-letter I'll chase them anywhere There's time to spare Let me share this whole new world with you
The Bronze's blood was up and he continued to dive and twist. His heart was singing. He flew because he loved Callistath and Chasing her, no matter what the outcome, felt so right. However, the logical part of his brain finally cut in-- or was that L'ven's influence? It reined Valleth in, reminding him what was still come. It was absolutely imperative that he still had the strength and stamina to last until the end. He couldn't spend himself too soon. And so the Bronze spun again in the air, back-flipping and soaring far underneath Callistath. He let his momentum carry him back up to her level, but now he was behind her rather than beside her. The Bronze would conserve himself now. He had shown her all he could at the moment; he had to remember the final test. Skills in the air were all fine and good, and it might separate the best from the rest, but she would challenge their endurance, tenacity, and heart at the end. He had to remain ready. He had to be prudent. Coasting comfortably behind her, Valleth allowed himself to catch his breath. He did not like to admit it, but now that the joy of showing off for her had worn off, he could feel touches of tiredness in his wings. He had pushed himself hard to impress Callistath, to even approach her league. Obviously, he did not regret the effort, and he was not worried about what was to come. It would take far, far more than a few minutes' flaunting to wear him out! Moreover, the tiredness was nothing to fear! It was something to be proud of! Valleth relished every aching muscle and every difficult breath that he would have by the end of this Flight. The more exhausted he was, the more he had done to do all he could for Callistath! He would be disappointed in himself if he were not a little bit tired after showing off for her. He eagerly awaited her next challenge. He loved her all the more for her tests. He loved that she would not give herself to one of them so easily. He would happily fly to the ends of the world for her. The more she tested, the more he would be able to prove to her!
A whole new world
Valleth was a new dragon in a new world. It was a most wondrous world because it was one in which Callistath was his only. He hated himself for taking so long to realize that, but late was always better than never. He was an undisciplined adolescent no longer. Maybe he had taken far longer than most to grow up mentally, but that didn't matter. He was grown now. The world was brighter. He so desired to share his new world with Callistath! He would show her what a wonderful world it could be! That's where we'll be
Her and him. Gold and Bronze. Callistath and Valleth. Together. Forever. It was a beautiful dream. Could it be reality? Her and him, in a bright new world with a bright new future, stretching out through their entire lifetimes and beyond. Could it be true? It could! A thrilling chase
Her flying, and him chasing. Her leading, and him always following. The excitement of the moment would never wear off. He was enthralled, captivated by her. Oh, for her to let him catch her! But, until then, he would revel in every heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing, thrill-filled moment of the pursuit. A wondrous place
He wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now but in the sky with her. All was right with the world. He had long forgotten about the others. Her and him, ruling the skies. It was wonderful. For you and me
He wanted her. He needed her. He loved her. He would win her!
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Post by Nia on Jun 22, 2010 16:20:43 GMT -5
They flew on, together. Callistath and Avalle together, as one. The Gold Queen flew through the skies, keeping her eyes focused ahead. She wasn't impatient. She could wait. She could fly longer, faster than any dragon had ever flown before. She was Callistath, the golden queen of the skies, and she was going to show them just why the pined for her. Just why they were her suitors. She moved with the swift grace of something far smaller than herself. She was focused. She was determined. And these were her skies.
So she flew on, keeping her eyes trained on the suitors now, as they were far, far beyond Dalibor. The Flight had been long, and it was winding down. It had been enough. They had all shown her what they had. The Iron and the Bronze were left, and Callistath flew along with her two Kings. She twirled, spun, and danced through the sky with them. But she had to pick. Avalle was with her, and Avalle wanted her to be happy with who she wanted. There was no influence of the riders. It was only the dragons, only the three of them there in the sky.
Valleth was loyal. He was there for her. He'd always been there for her. They'd been together since birth and he'd followed her since. He had flown the Green, but Callistath could understand human affections. She was part of Avalle, afterall. But he'd lost. She knew that. It didn't make her happy. Jealousy was not a ladylike emotion, so Callistath could understand. She was forgiving. She wasn't jealous. But... Valleth. The way he flew with her was like they were made for each other. Gold and Bronze, the original King and Queen of Pern.
And then there was Kaezeth. He was... different than Valleth. He was wise. He was an Iron, and with all the strength and size of one. He flew for her loyally, he flew for her without even thinking of the Red he'd already won. His was older, but that couldn't be helped. It wasn't about the Mines, it was about the dragons. That's all it had ever been about. He was a magnificent sight, following her like he was. He didn't attempt to copy her, but he moved on his own, and she admired that skill. She admired him, in a way. He was Kingly. He was graceful, in his own, larger, manlier way.
They were both good choices. Both were good Kings, both would work.
So who did Callistath want?
She flew on elegant wings, drifting now, as even a Queen got tired after a long, grueling flight. They'd done their best. They'd followed her, declared their love for her. Avalle was supportive no matter what. Avalle wanted her to have the best. They were merged and they were one. The Kings were one. They all danced together through the sky as Callistath judged them, watched them, flew with them. Both were magnificent fliers... but who to chose? She hadn't realized just how difficult to pick this would be.
Did dragons usually have to pick without their rider's influence?
Did it matter who the rider wanted?
She gave a final, elegant twirl before picking up speed and moving ahead of them... then turning to face them. Her wings slowed to a steadier pace as she flew back towards the two, waiting Kings. She almost hovered in the air before them. She had to pick, and she had to pick now. This couldn't go on forever. As much as she loved flying with them, as much a she loved their harmony... everything has to end. And her Flight had to end now.
After a moment of just watching them, she finally made up her mind. She entwined herself with the winner she chose in her own ladylike way, though she did give a small glance of sympathy and something akin to love towards the loser. She was sorry, but it had to be him. It had always been him, and Callistath knew that. She was sorry, but this had to be her choice. She felt Avalle's approval as their minds slipped away and she allowed herself fully into O'ris' arms, not paying attention to the other suitors in her room.
Callistath was satisfied with her choice. And Dalibor had a new Junior Weyrleader.
It has always been you, Valleth. [/i] She said to the Bronze before she completely allowed herself to drop with him. There really was no other choice. He'd been there since the beginning. Everyone had always known it... and now it was true. Gold and Bronze. Together, at last.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 22, 2010 20:18:28 GMT -5
So many things to tell her But how to make her see The truth about my past? Impossible! She'd turn away from me[/i] On and on and on she flew. This was past the time for music. Gone was the occasion for showing off. Now, she was simply asking them for all the strength and stamina they possessed inside of them. It was a cruel test. Valleth was beginning to suffer, and he knew she was nowhere near done. He kept his eyes locked on her, but he couldn't help noticing that, as the time passed, he was getting closer and closer to being alone with her. Mdjaith, the Brown he didn't know, was gone. Mesreath, his burly classmate, was now absent. Daedalouth, the lone Purple that had tried his luck, had also dropped out. Three dragons down for the count. Three dragons that couldn't pass muster, that couldn't keep up with Callistath were all gone. But, yet, his Iron Wingleader remained. The one to watch had indeed become the last one vying for Callistath's attentions. One sideways look at Kaezeth was enough to spur Valleth still faster. The momentarily glimpse of his rival, the thought that he might still yet lose Callistath, was enough to give him the drive to keep going.
It hurt. Faranth, it hurt. Every wingbeat brought a sear of pain to his shoulders and wings. Every breath drawn in sliced through his chest. He was paying for his frivolous showing off earlier. He still didn't care, he still didn't regret it, but he was now wondering if he had accidentally knocked himself out of contention. Kaezeth had not spun and twirled and attempted to match her dancing. What if that led to the Iron's victory? No! Valleth cried, or maybe that was L'ven, flying with him, or maybe they said it together. He would not let his Queen fall entwined with any other dragon! Valleth felt the very last of his stamina being wrung out of him, or maybe he was past that point. His strength was gone. The adrenaline was gone. All that remained was his love, and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. Pure adoration and willpower would keep the Bronze in the air until the very last minute.
He knew the moment of her decision was drawing closer. She kept her eyes constantly on them. Earlier, she'd ignored their very existence. Now, all her attention was on them. It was an unmistakable sign. Valleth tried to summon the air for another song, or the strength to reach out and try to dance with her again. The Bronze tried valiantly, but all he could muster was a soft, pained, panting croon. He had run out of the strength to try and impress her. He tried again, and again, but the attempts were futile. It was taking all of what he had just to stay in the air, just to keep moving forward after her. Never had he imagined it would be this difficult, this long! He thought he'd been prepared! He thought he had prevented himself from straining too much in the early stages! He'd been wrong on both counts. Now, all he could do was follow doggedly and let his earlier actions speak for him.
He still felt like he'd left so much unsaid, so many things unseen, but it was too late now. Nothing he could do now could try to make penance for his youthful misdeeds and infidelity. She knew who he had been. She knew his past, his reputation better than nearly every other dragon at the Weyr. Faranth! And now she was so close to choosing! With the stamina and the adrenaline, the confidence had also been lost. He didn't want to lose her. Fear was now battling with love in his chest for dominance.
Callistath twirled and darted off. Valleth drew his lips back into a snarl, aimed at the other male, before giving an almighty effort and wringing a tiny, sad bit of speed out of his exhuasted body. The past few minutes had been excruciating, but he would not drop out like the other cowardly males! Come on now, a bit more, just a bit more. His eyes began to blur and he heard nothing but the wind roaring in his ears. All he was aware of was his racing heart and aching muscles and that bright golden form ahead of him that was the only reason he was still in the air.
Then, almost as suddenly as she had sped up, she suddenly slowed down, then turned to face them. She was flying towards them. Valleth slowed up, just gliding now, but his heart began to pound still faster from pure nerves. This was it. These few seconds of waiting were far worse than the exhaustion since he had tried to dance with her. Valleth's shining purple eyes searched for hers, trying to make eye contact, attempting to find whether he would be chosen or rejected. He hoped. He hoped because hope and love went together better than Bronze and Gold. He hoped because it was better than despair.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as she made her way towards him, and in that moment, he knew-- and her voice a moment later merely confirmed it. He rushed out to meet her, and their bodies met and meshed in the most glorious ways. All the pain of the Flight, all of the desperation and fear since she'd started glowing, even all the other dragonesses he'd ever laid eyes on were utterly forgotten. He twined himself with her, and they fell, succumbing to gravity after defying it for so long. A joy greater that any he had ever known since Impression, and greater, in a way, filled Valleth, and the lust and desire that had been building up in him since the beginning of the Flight spilled over. And it will always be you, Callistath! [/color] A thousand powerful emotions hit L'ven all at once-- lust, passion, pride, triumph, love, and an undeniable desire. He was not himself. He was with Valleth in the air. His dragon had won; he had won. There was no trying to resist what had to happen next. He moved forward to take his own, but he knew Avalle was taken. Callistath's was the logical choice, but he could not have her. And so L'ven reached out and pulled the nearest dragonrider against him-- J'mes. If there still remained a part of him sane enough to know that this was a bad idea, he did not hear it. Valleth had an ironclad grasp on his emotions, and it was victorious Valleth who pushed him to seek release in any way he could. They had done it. They had won her.[/right] Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world for once In perfect harmony With all its living things[/font]
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Post by kia on Jun 28, 2010 19:43:04 GMT -5
(( Sorry for the short post. Just got back and very tired from lack of sleep. ))
Callistath had chosen her winner. O`ris felt Avalle rest herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly for a moment, the flightlust not filled in him as much as it affect Avalle. L`ven was now Jr. Weyrleader. He was not surprised at all. He was excited for his BronzeRider friend. But, despite his friendship, he was not willing to share Avalle. No, Avalle was his. She was not a thing to him. She was his love, someone he cared for, someone he wanted to be with forever, someone he felt complete with. He sighed in relief as she accept him. No, she did not have say much. He was just thrilled that she loved him back. He no longer felt unworthy of her love. O`ris may be a Rider of a Cyan, but he had risen in ranks to become Wingsecond. He was Wingsecond! Someone Avalle could be proud in! Someone that Avalle could feel happy to be weyrmates with. O`ris allowed his mind to slip away with Avalle`s, always keeping attention of her, as he guided her to the furs. He never felt such peace, bliss, and happiness that he felt in these moments. And from the back of is mind he could hear the quiet approval of Rhyolith.
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Off in the distance, Lynx looked on. Gneith, still in pain, urged all the King dragons on, even Valleth, to win Callistath. Gneith and Lynx knew deep down that L`ven and Valleth would win. It had always been them. Lynx smiled and busied herself around her weyr. She waited for L`ven`s arrival, the arrival of the one she loved. Gneith bugled loudly, announcing the winner with happiness! Valleth had won! Valleth had won! Lynx could have danced in circles, excited that the one she loved was now Jr. Weyrleader. She had chosen L`ven for his adventurous qualities that seemed to compliment her own qualities, not because of rank. L`ven could have been a BlueRider and she would still love him. She sat and waited. And waited. And waited. L`ven never showed. She began to frown and then with realizations she saw L`ven was not coming. Where was he? Would he not want to share this moment with her? She crept to the ledge and next to her dragon. Though she could not see what was going on she could feel her heart beating harder. Was L`ven with... Avalle? Or someone else? Did he not care about her? Was she to be left as heartbroken as her own dragon? The first tear slid down her cheek.
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