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Post by Reky on Aug 21, 2010 21:03:22 GMT -5
off with your head
dance 'til you're dead
heads will roll, heads will roll
heads will roll
on the floor
glitter on the wet streets
silver over everything
the river's all wet
you're all chrome
The very air was left trembling in her wake. Old winter snow clinging feebly to spring melted at her presence. The world was no match for her fury and agitation. Nothing could stand in her way without feeling it. Not even her rider was immune. Enlith's waves of hatred toward every living thing snuck into X'ni's bones and went to his head. What was the world? Their playground, of course. The playground of destruction and dastardly deeds. Worthless! Nothing! Simple and petty and just something to stomp on. And stomp on it they did.
Enlith, hide full of emerald radiance, was never the dragon you wanted to be around. Even when she wasn't near Rising, she was bipolar, touchy, and explosive. It was all magnified now. Every single thing set her off, spewing rage. It was impossible to handle her. X'ni tended to give up, letting her sulk and snarl all she wanted while he channeled it through being overly snarky. He didn't want to be left alone, though. Keeping it bottled up was no fun - he needed to release his negative energy on people, of course. The public was victimized to two angry beasts. Needless to say, when Enlith was to Rise - the entire Weyr knew.
Cold, gray rain overtook the skies. It was the sort of wet and cold that seeped into the very core of a body and made time drag by. On her weyrledge perched a dark, dangerous beauty, seething as always. Her eyes were narrowed; red. Her glowing hide was slick with rain and shimmered with every heave of her sides as she breathed. Further inside, dry but still cold, her gaunt rider was sprawled out in a chair. A smile twitched its way across his face. He could feel the lust creeping up inside him. It made him feel delightfully warm. His eyes slipped shut and he sighed wistfully.
Aren't you going to sharding leave already? he asked, voice edged with his growing desire.
Enlith tensed. Don't order me around! she barked. Her wings snapped open. The rain pattered on them. Sufficiently agitated, she shifted her weight and then shoved off from the ledge. It was cold! Ugh! Why couldn't it be warmer? Why couldn't the weather sharding listen to her for once? A snarl on her maw, she landed hard on the ground. Herdbeasts scattered, startled and she let out an angry hiss. Stop running around! With a sound crunch, her claw pounded a beast's skull into the muck.
X'ni's voice, sharp, came to her. Blood--
Don't you dare! Enlith snapped. Don't you even dare! Shut up! Shut up! I don't need your stupid reminder! Tail thrashing, wings held out, she clamped her teeth down on the beast's neck and sucked it dry. The warm blood slid down her throat, silky and thick. It was enough for her tiny self. She couldn't waste any more time. She wouldn't. She had to go. Eyes whirling a violent red-purple, she launched herself into the air. The wail that ensued was cold and high-pitched, a haunting noise to wake the entire Weyr at this unholy hour of the night. That was all the stupid males would get. She was Rising - she wasn't going to wait for them to get their sorry asses in the air! With a deep growl choking in her throat, she flew higher and higher into the rainy darkness.
X'ni was then Enlith. His physical self, however, conveyed the dragon's sadism, with his toothy smirk and the beltknife in his hand. She would show them. They weren't good enough for her. None of them were! How dare they even think they were even close? She would tear them all from the sky and make them realize it, and she would drag one down with her and make him hers, whether he liked it or not. She couldn't help it - another shrill cry tore from her throat. The noise trailed after her, a ghost in the rain.
dripping with alchemy
shiver stop shivering
the glitter's all wet
you're all chrome
the men cry out
the girls cry out
the men cry out
the girls cry out
the men cry out
oh no
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Post by Sakoru on Aug 21, 2010 22:40:13 GMT -5
Rain was fine. Rain was well and good, when it wasn't so sharding cold. Just watching it, Alatira was obliged to make a disgusted face and wrap herself tighter in the blankets around her shoulders. Practically shivering, she drew her knees up to her chest, sitting on her bed and wearing all the clothes she could fit on her small frame. She didn't have many, and she was absolutely frigid. Shiragath wasn't helping, either - he was sitting near the ledge of their weyr with a faraway expression in his eyes, saying nothing. Muttering to herself, the blackrider curled deeper into her nest of blankets, balling up as tightly as she could in an effort to stay warm.
At last she spoke, her voice muffled by the pile of blankets on top of her. "Shiragath? Love? What are you doing?" she asked a little resentfully. What was the point of having a big, warm dragon when the big, warm dragon didn't keep you warm? It wasn't like there was even anything interesting going on - just rain. Rain, rain, rain, and the occasional dragon flying to the shelter of its weyr. Ugh.
The dragon didn't answer for a long moment, straining to stare through the rain as he sat motionless on his ledge. When he did, the answer chilled her more than the rain. Green Enlith will rise soon. She's beautiful, came the soft mindvoice, and Alatira froze. "No. You're not serious. Not again," she muttered darkly. He'd flown for cyan Rhyolith too, though he hadn't been picked and she'd escaped with nothing more than injured pride. Did he really have to chase every fighter that flew? "Weren't you nice and shy before you grew up?" Alatira demanded coldly of her dragon. He merely flicked his tail in answer, and then rose to his feet, talons scratching softly across the rock floor. Great wings half-furled over his back, the black paused a moment to look back at his rider, cold and baleful on the bed. He took a moment to head back and nuzzle her, licking her face adoringly, but then returned to the ledge.
I'm chasing, Mine, he announced, and launched himself into the sky. Alatira couldn't help but admire the broad, sweeping wings, and the graceful lines of his body as he swept through the rain, cutting a falling path in the pair. She smiled, though she hated that he had decided to chase again. Fine, then. Off with you, and good riddance, she snapped, but there was no real malice in her tone. Granted, now that her mind was slowly fusing with his, and the lust was beginning to burn in her blood, she was feeling less of a need to bundle up in everything she could find. Absentmindedly throwing off the blankets and beginning to strip off all the extra clothes she'd piled on, Alatira moved to the door of her weyr, and leaned hard against it, closing her eyes so that she might see better what her dragon was seeing.
Enlith was ahead of him, her deadly dark hide gleaming wetly. Unlike he had with the much larger Rhyolith, Shiragath felt no need to seize and dominate her. No, the lust he felt this time was much different than it had been the first time he chased: it was a wary thing, hesitant to get too close to the flying green until she neared the end of her flight. She was beautiful - heartbreakingly so - but she was also lethal. Those talons flashed with a kind of mesmerizing death, but the black was drawn after them and their mistress all the same. He was the first into the air; he heard her scream but didn't reply. He'd never replied, not to any dragon. Not to Rhyolith; not to anyone. Lust didn't need a voice; it spoke on its own. His shimmering dark wings spoke on their own, and the easy distance he kept between them spoke too. Oh, he wouldn't waste his energy trying to catch her right after she began her flight; that was stupid and even an inexperienced chaser like Shiragath knew that.
So he drifted through the rain in utter silence save for the drops pounding on his hide. He'd wait. He'd wait, and chase, and then he'd seize her and be dragged out of the air by the danger. Triumph was his only goal; he sought no love from this deadly creature.
Alatira didn't even want triumph. She stood for some time, pressing her forehead hard against the door in an effort to drive away the lust. Even through the fog of desire clouding her mind, she remembered the terrible awkwardness of standing alone in the corner as someone else won the flight, and the feeling of being there even in the first place. Recalling, though, wasn't strong enough to keep her away, and at last hesitant steps carried her through the maze of halls connecting the weyrs. She arrived at the greenrider's door after some minutes of walking, and pulled it open. Seconds after she entered, she backed herself hard into the wall, distracting herself with its cold hardness, and gave in to her dragon's mind, seeing nothing but what he saw.
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Post by mangonumnum on Aug 22, 2010 8:55:21 GMT -5
A blue head suddenly shot up in the night. Multi-faceted eyes began to swirl. FIrst, a mixture of blue and yellow. What was this feeling? It was so interesting.It must be a good thing. And then lusty purple joined the mix. Tabeyiith began to tug on His's mind. Mine! The lovely Enlith rises. I want to chase! She must be mine.
L'sd woke up from a deep sleep at his blue's urging, groggily rubbing his long hair. What was the blue going on about? Chasing someone? That was something silly to do this late. What game was the blue trying to play? Suddenly, L'sd snapped fully awake. His blue was finally mature enough to chase after dragons that he chose. The newly-graduated rider could feel his heart quicken. Whether it was from sheer nervousness or him becoming one with Tabeyiith in lust, he had no clue. He thought hard, trying to put a face to Enlith's rider. He could not. The Weyr was large and he had not met many of the people in it.
He left Shriek sleeping on the bed and hurriedly put on shorts, shivering now that he was out of his furs. It was raining. And cold. Never a fun combination. But he couldn't fight Tabeyiith. The blue was such a good dragon. He wanted to answer the green's call. L'sd nodded to him and Tabeyiith took off, crooning to green. He told her how lovely she was and that he was here to chase after her. He saw the black, even in the darkness of the cold night and bugled a challenge. No black would win over him. He was ready.
L'sd, now one with Tabeyiith, was having a bit more trouble. This was a first time, after all. Being one with a dragon was an incredible, if not overwhelming feeling. He felt his dragon's lust, he saw the lovely, shining emerald green through the cold dark rain. Oh, he must have her. L'sd steadied himself against rock, still not willing to put a shirt on despite the cold. Especially now, he was feeling brazen. A shirt would just get in the way. He was proud of his fairly manly chest. He would surely seem Impressive. More so than that silly black and His.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Aug 22, 2010 15:12:56 GMT -5
It was cold and it was wet. T'lar was understandably not very happy about this. All of his efforts that he put into his appearance were wasted, as no one could see him right then, and it was really miserable outside. He didn't like it when it rained. He didn't like water. That was part of what bothered him about the swimming lessons, but Fee had persuaded him to take them, claiming that he would look all the more fashionable if he could swim. With his sister taking them, T'lar wasn't very happy about them, and every time he saw the freaking water, that was what he thought of. Those sharding swimming lessons. So yeah, that was definitely adding to why he wasn't happy. Plus, the rain always made him feel melancholy. T'lar wasn't sure why, but it did.
Meanwhile, Feeroneth was lounging, eyes whirling lazily as the Purple stared at the rain, one wing half unfurled. Fee was feeling a bit too lazy to pull his wing in right then, so it remained where it had been when he'd gotten bored halfway through stretching. Right then, this bonechilling cold was making him feel rather lazy. The wail that shattered the night, however, brought his head jerking up, his eyes whirling just a bit faster. Hey, hey T'larMine, did you hear-- [/i] The Purple began speaking with his typical gossiping tone, obviously intent on gossiping about someone. T'lar knew quite well that Feeroneth was going to be gossiping about someone. It was hard to miss that tone, the sly way that the Purple began speaking, that the Purple was going to be talking about someone. "I don't want to know, Fee." the purplerider grumbled to himself, eyes narrowing just a bit as he shot the purple a dark glare. He seemed entirely undisturbed by the wail that had shattered the late night. It was surely just another dragon Rising. It didn't really matter, he figured. Flicking his tail lazily, Feeroneth kept right on talking, entirely unbothered by His' apparent lack of interest in what he was saying, and he went right talking on as if nothing had happened. That green Enlith is Rising?[/i] Feeroneth finished his words, stretching out lazily before he began to sidle forward, tail twitching in the air. "Really? How interesting." It was clear that T'lar thought it was anything but and the fact that Feeroneth, dear purple Feeroneth was going to chase a green didn't occur to him until-- "Oh Shards!" T'lar snarled the words out as the first trickles of dragonlust reached him. "Don't you dare, Feeroneth! Do you hear me? Don't you dare!" The angry young man did his best to assert his dominance, his control over Feeroneth, only to discover that the lust was a much stronger master than any orders that the young purplerider might try to give. With a snort the only response to His' words, the lavender dragon flared his wings, earlier laziness vanishing in a second as he launched himself into the air, lust coursing through his body. He wanted the beautiful green Enlith, the dragoness that had summoned them into the skies. He would chase her, and he would even be fashionably late for her! Meanwhile, growling wordlessly to himself, T'lar stumbled from their weyr, any traces of coherency vanishing in seconds as the lust swamped him. Several near falls and dizzy moments later, he had made his way into Enlith-X'ni's weyr, swaying on his feet as he stood just inside the entrance. Beneath the lust, he was not happy about this. He was even more unhappy about being unable to control his dragon than he was about those sharding swim lessons, which paled in comparison to this, to chasing a sharding male ridden green! But most semblances of coherent thoughts were vanishing as Feeroneth asserted his control over His' mind (how that rankled! He was not only not in control, he was being controlled by his dragon!). While the purple surged through the air after the green queen that had summoned them with her piercing wail, her green hide a shining beacon in the rainy air. Any laziness was gone from his rapidly whirling, lust stained eyes as Feeroneth pushed after her, determined to shine, to win! He wasn't the first to arrive, or even the second, Feeroneth noted with some pride. He was fashionably late! He was fashionable! How could Enlith not pick him? It was unfathomable! Why would she not want the single most fashionable dragon around?[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Admin on Aug 28, 2010 18:25:20 GMT -5
Tremble, little lion man,
You'll never settle any of your score,
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Enlith was rising. It was a raining and Enlith was rising. Who else but Seceth would know that? He had chased her on numerous occasions in the past; he had missed only a handful of her many flights when they were separated. When Enlith rose every half a dozen months, it was just when things went from bad to worse. He had seen it before. He knew the signs. In fact, he had won her before. He had won most of the flights she had flown in her life. In these matters, these matters of Enlith, he was experienced. Back and forth, Seceth prowled a shadowy lip along the bowl's rim, ignoring the way that the rain pounded harshly and mercilessly against his pale, bright blue hide. His rider was stalking Emrin like a worried mother, so there was nothing to call him back to the confines of his weyr. Even if there was, he wouldn't have gone.
At long last, Enlith was airborne. The graceless blue watched her take off, a dark, shining example of all that he found wonderful in the world, lunging beautifully into the sky. The time had finally come; another moment of truth was upon them. However, Seceth remained where he was, pacing back and forth along the precipice he had found. He was a proper gentleman, wasn't he? He would give the deadly lady her space. As if tainted by her ungodly feelings and influence, his own manner became more dangerous. He began to exhibit a new control over his body, showing the truth of his own existence. Only for her. Only because she knew him so well. He knew she had no tolerance for fools. She barely had a tolerance for him. Oh, what a sight she was, blooding her kill with that unnatural fury! He was fond of her, though that would do him no real good.
In the Weyr, it was a common feeling, but it still hit F'lan like a ton of bricks. Lust overwhelmed his senses. He wheeled around, all else forgotten, responsibilities pushed to the wayside. Thankfully, he had been hit with a ton of bricks before. It happened. That was how life went. The lust may have overwhelmed him, but he moved as if it hadn't. He was a dancer. He was on fire. Racing at a full sprint, abandoning what he had been doing, what he could no longer even remember, he headed for X'ni's weyr. His weyr. He wasn't going to give it up. Reaching out blindingly, he pushed people out of the way, his only thoughts on the goal he had to reach. There was no point in fighting it, because he had something else to fight for. X'ni was his. He would win. Like always, Seceth and him, one beautiful bag of bad, would win. He would prove it.
Seceth waited. That tactical mind of his, the one hidden behind the idiocy and ridiculousness that signified his cruelty, was churning and turning. Three others thought to chase. Two of them were fledgelings, barely out of their useless training. One was an older soul, but not by much. Looked like it was going to be easy pickings. Only the skinny purple was significantly larger than him. He could take them all. Of course, he would try to leave the purple alone, just because the ridiculous giant was so pretty! Almost prettier than Enlith! Except that was impossible. At least in her head. She thought she was so special, didn't she? Still pacing back and forth, never stopping, Seceth chuckled to himself. He would show her just how pretty she was. Yes, that was a threat. This was no race for sanity or sensibility. This was a test, a grand conquest to be made.
At long last, Enlith cleared the rim and Seceth lunged forward, wings whipping out so that he zip after her in pursuit. He rammed into Tabeyiith without a thought, claws half outstretched to attack Shiragath as well. However, he decided against it at the last moment and swept after Enlith, a growl to answer her own ripping out of his throat. The rain whipped against him and the gloom pressed in around him, but it did not matter. The weather would not be enough to stop him. Someone was going to have to tear him from the sky if they wanted him to lose. He was personally hoping that it was Enlith, but he supposed he couldn't say for certain that she would do him the honors. His eyes swirled a glowing red against the darkness around him. His hide glinted brightly in the gloom. With wings wide, he flew with Enlith in sight.
"How about we just set down the knife?" F'lan worked to keep his breath and voice even, inches from X'ni. His fingers wrapped around the greenrider's wrist, keeping the offending weapon pointed firmly away from him. Part of him thought it a losing battle, trying to get a knife out of his weyrmate's deadly but lovely hand. However, the rest of him was quite determined not to get stabbed. Quick as a wink, he ducked forward and pressed his lips to X'ni's. He knew that it would win him no points with the raging Enlith, but it needed to be done. Nails digging sharply into Xal's flesh, he wrenched the knife from the other rider's grasp, nicking himself in the process, and chucked it over the ledge a handful of feet to the side. With that, he stumbled back, trembling from head to toe. Kissing did not make the lust abate in the least.
But it was not your fault but mine,
And it was your heart on the line,
I really fucked it up this time,
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Post by mangonumnum on Aug 28, 2010 19:32:37 GMT -5
Others were joining. Tabeyiith paid them no mind though. They would not catch the lovely green- oh no! Not even the purple. He must catch the green. He gave a mental confirmation to himself. Yes, the green would be his. And in this intense focus, Tabeyiith did not realize the other blue coming up behind him. And he certainly did not see the blue attack in the rain.
A cry of surprise and anger rose from him as he was knocked slightly off-course by the other blue. He turned his large neck towards the blue and snarled nastily. The blue had never looked so vicious or mean. It just wasn't in him. But this was an offense that he had not ever experienced. Why would the other blue be so mean? Anger and confusion began to shine brighter in his eyes along with the lust. He had to snap out of this rut and get back into the game.
He renewed his efforts, more determined than ever. He was very tempted to go and ram the other blue, but he shouldn't sink to his level. No. And maybe Enlith would see that and choose him! He crooned to her, telling her that he would not deface her beauty by fighting before her. If only she would see that he was the best. If only she would choose him to fall from the sky together.
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Post by matsi on Aug 29, 2010 16:01:40 GMT -5
H'to stairred at the wall of his weyr, lost in his dazed thoughts and memories. His eyes were almost glazed over as he sat there. He listened to the rain that was just auditable in the room. It was a steady beat that seemed to mezmerize the Blue rider, along with his dragon, Lanith.
Lanith sat like a feline on his ledge. The ran splattered on his radiant blue hide, coving him in small flowing rivers that led towards the ground. His eyes were a dull color, with occasional swirls of brighter greens or blues here and there. Slowly, though, A tint of purpled began to dance in the facets of his eyes. What was it? He couldn't decide at first. Then his head snapped up faster than it had ever before. The sound of a call, the call of Enlith, The call of her rising.
The large blue stood on his ledge and let out a hissing growl.
H'toMine, Enlith Rises. I will chase now, Do not stop me, The Blue snarled as he spread his wings.
The sound of the echoing hissing-Growl snapped H'to out of his daze and startled him. He knew it was Lanith, but what had gotten into him? Growling was not something he normally did. He was standing up just as Lanith's voice echoed in his mind and the lust began to pour into his own chest.
Fly hard, Lanith, He responded simply as he stood there for a moment.
Lanith didn't wait for His to respond. He had no time. His massive wings beat the air heavily, lifting his body into the sky. A deep roar echoed from his chest and into the air, announcing that he would chase Enlith. He would make sure she knew he was following her, and he WOULD chase until the last second. His eyes stayed focused on the emerald body that was still a bit ahead of him, and was being followed by a blue mass. A small growl escaped Lanith's chest with each downward wing beat, and his lips curled up slightly as the growl escaped him maw. His eyes were bright purple now, and no other color dared taint the pureness of color.
H'to stood in his weyr for a few moments, letting Lanith's sights reflect in his mind. He could see the green dragon ahead still, and he could feel the lust burning like a angry fire in his chest, slowly engulfing his limbs and mind. He shook his head quickly and slowly moved to his weyr door, opened it and walked out. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he picked up his pace, only wanting to get to the green Rider's room quickly. His pace payed off, and he was soon in the room. He really didn't remember all that he had passed, but that didn't matter now. He walked through the door way and into the room. He silently took a place along the wall and stood there, glaring at X'ni with lust filled eyes that were not his own.
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Post by Reky on Sept 4, 2010 20:29:27 GMT -5
off with your head
dance until you're dead
heads will roll
heads will roll
heads will roll
heads will roll
on the floor
[/center] They came. Of course they came - she deserved them! She more than deserved them. She was proud, she was confident, and she was beautiful. All of it qualified her for the love of the males that chased her. Her temper, though, was another matter. It was going to interfere. There was no 'if.' It was 'when.' It would happen eventually. There was no telling what it was, exactly, that would set her off first, but it wouldn't be long. The first to come was a black: Shiragath. He gained brownie points for coming to her the fastest, but he held back. What? Wasn't she better than that? He was supposed to be pressing after her, hard as he could! He should want her that intensely! She growled deep in her throat, eyes narrowed. He wasn't trying to be better than her, though. He wasn't trying to over power her. He was being humble - and rightfully so. Keeping comfortably away from her, he was out of her rage's range without her putting extra effort into it. Enlith surged forward. Whatever. He was a puny black. Shard him - he wasn't worth her time right now. Next was blue Tabeyiith. He crooned to her. Good! He should! She should be worshiped! She didn't grace him with an answer, though. She was the only one that should be sang to, and Tabeyiith wasn't her. Tabeyiith had to work harder if he wanted her to sing to him. And she did... but in an unexpected way. She had heard his challenge to Shiragath. She was the important one right now. He was wasting attention on the black! A shriek ripped from her and she whirled around, fixing Tabeyiith with a harsh, red gaze before clawing higher into the bleak, raining sky. As she did so, three more suitors came: purple Feeroneth, blue Lanith, and... Seceth. For a second, it hit a heart string and her demeanor softened. Seceth was here for her. Her Seceth. But then she was angry again, a demon in emerald skin, snarling as she lead her followers into the clouds. X'ni snarled, too. What was F'lan thinking? Trying to tell him what to do? He held tight to the knife. It was his, shard it! He'd hold it if he wanted to! All the fury that controlled his face vanished at the kiss, though. The greenrider melted under it, giving a sad noise. It was almost a helpless sound, a reflection of Enlith's brief softness towards Seceth, but the swing back to the previous mood was quick to follow. F'lan backed away. X'ni almost wanted to follow - he ached to, even - but it wasn't time yet. And besides, he'd had lots of F'lan to himself. He wanted to shake things up. His lust-ridden eyes darted around the room from rider to rider. He leaned forward in his chair, fingers interlocked, surveying his possibilities like some mock ruler. T'lar, L'sd, F'lan, H'to... Half-lidded, his eyes finally settled on Alatira. As it was wont to do, his signature smile curled his lips. Her blood pumped hard, fighting off the cold with all the intensity that she exuded. She couldn't see well through the clouds, but she didn't need to. She just needed to fly. That's all she wanted to do. She would fly far, hard and fast, and maybe one of these sorry asses following her could convince her to give them the privilege of having her. In the distance, thunder rolled and snuck through the sky. She felt objection boiling inside of her. They weren't trying hard enough! They weren't! She... she... She didn't even know why she was so upset. There were reasons, but she couldn't find them, nor did she care. She just had to let them out. She let loose another scream and reeled around. Enlith hurtled towards the following males. The green's claws connected fast with the hide of another dragon. Feeroneth was her victim. He was a purple. A sub-king. A young and healthy dragon. He should be more impressive! He should be showing her what he was made of! If he couldn't handle a few scratches (though they were far more than that), he couldn't handle her. She cried in his ear, claws raking down his neck and shoulders. She pushed off the strong muscles at the base of his wings, twisting through the air to Tabeyiith. Her jaws snapped open and snapped shut on him, dealing fine cuts to his snout. Using him as leverage, she shoved off his bulk and rocketed forward again. She was testing them, albeit secretly. The taste of ichor in her mouth was a good one. It tasted like victory. Even though she would pick a male in the end, the male would not be a winner. No one could win her. Not even Seceth. She was not a prize for the taking. looking glass
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Post by matsi on Sept 4, 2010 21:49:34 GMT -5
Lanith's heart and wings beat almost in unison as he flew, his lust filled eyes watching the emerald demon with much intensity and longing. Long had it been since Lanith had chased, Long had it been since he had flown after any female, and long has it been since he felt the burning fire of lust in his chest, body and mind. His normal thoughts and personality was pushed aside, all he could think of now was that Want. Care about her attitude was gone, thrown behind his wall of reason. No, that didn't matter now. All that mattered was to chase.
H'to sat against the wall, eyes lightly shut as he looked through Lanith's eyes. His mind was thinking Lanith's thoughts, and he was feeling Lanith's every movement in himself. He truely felt as if he was the Blue. Every want and every need was surging through his own veins like hurricanes of burning emotion. It all was enough to make the young male tremble slightly with the overwhelming thoughts and feelings. Eventually, he opened his eyes, though, and looked at the Green rider. His sapphire blue gaze was almost piercing as he watched him with the same lust filled eyes as the Dragon chasing the Green above.
The scream from the green made a small snarl escape Lanith's chest. Was it to the Green? Of course not, but it escaped him never the less. He could see the crimson rage in the Beautiful demon's eyes as she turned on them and sank her dagger-talons into the purple. It pleased Lanith to see the sub-king get attacked so harshly, and the pleasure only made him pump his massive wings harder as she began to dart away again. The purple had youth, but Lanith and some of the others were wiser, and in their Prime. They were better than that purple, and Lanith did not fail to note this as he let out another deep, viberating growl as he gained some speed again. He would prove himself.
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Post by Admin on Sept 8, 2010 2:19:20 GMT -5
All the right friends in all the right places,
So yeah, we're going down, they've got,
All the right moves in all the right faces,
So yeah, we're going down.
Seceth darted higher into the sky, eyes locked on Enlith. He was quick and agile, just like her! No bulky blue like some! He had all the right moves and he was going to show her that. Despite his attendance to Enlith, he did keep tabs on her other suitors. While the green herself was the greatest threat, he had to be ready to tear any male who dared to press her from the sky. That was his job. His. No one else got to tease Enlith. No one else got to bother her. If he didn't win this flight, he was going to be pissed. He would follow her and her stupid suitor from the sky and he would tear apart the unworthy male. Was that Weyr custom? Did it matter? He was an individual, full of lust and the oddest love. If he was truly thinking, he would have known better than to seriously consider doing any such thing, but his mind was only on how to win Enlith.
F'lan tried not to look, but it was hard. Driven by Seceth's careless lust and desire, he only wanted X'ni all the more. It pained him to watch his weyrmate gazing at others with such interest in front of him. That was not how it worked. Seceth chase few others but Enlith. Another green on occasion, which usually landed him in the doghouse, but he was too much a plotter to chase after every female that rose. X'ni was supposed to pick him every time that Enlith flew, no matter who the green picked. He was there every time, ready! Waiting! This wasn't fair! The bluerider frowned, brow knitting together. His breath came harsh in his throat. Fueled by his dragon's own view of the situation, he scanned the other riders that filled the weyr around him. If any of them so much as touched X'ni, he was going to remove their fingers. With his big, white teeth.
The air grew thinner. Colder. As cold as the heart of his beautiful, lovely Enlith. Yes, she was his. Perhaps, just perhaps, Seceth would not win her this time, but she would always be his. Not a prize, just a privilege, one to be argued with and teased. One whose rider kept his happy in the most amusing of ways. For shame on X'ni, for thinking of anyone else! He knew how much it pained F'lan. The blue's voice barked out sharply as he rumbled with faint bemusement, his laughter an odd song of his crazed love for Enlith. She should have known better too. He loved her too. It would have been nice if she had thought of him on occasion. Of course, he knew better to hope for such a thing. Enlith was Enlith because she was so selfish and vicious. She made each flight full of fun and excitement, thinking them each so special. She was so cute.
Then Enlith turned on them. Seceth did not waste time with hope that maybe she was just selecting one of them. He rolled to the side, removing himself from her path, just a flash at the corner of her raging vision. Feeroneth and Tabeyiith, the purple and another of the blues, were her victims. He fully approved. Neither of them was nearly good enough for her. The scent of ichor in the air was delicious and tangy, though its green color was nowhere near as pretty as Enlith's, even if he had always been fond of the gory liquid. She was free to score his hide if she so decided. She simply had to know that he would return the favor. A bit of ichor made everything better. Happy to watch the scene, casually floating about the air nearby, he hummed to himself, a song not for Enlith though it did remind him of her a little. Terrible but in a pretty way.
When Enlith flung herself back upward, Seceth did not immediately follow. Instead, he lunged at Tabeyiith, shoving at the blue, determined to make the dog lie where he belonged, bleeding on the ground. If his girlfriend of a green thought that they deserved a beating, he was going to contribute. He liked a little scratching and biting. With one kick in Feeroneth's direction, shoving a wisp of cloud in the purple's face, Seceth wheeled about and raced on after Enlith, hurrying to catch up with her. She wasn't going to pick some useless, soft blue who made stupid noises. She was going to pick him. Oh, he was most definitely arrogant. He was must definitely too assured. However, he was smart. His own shortcomings would not put him out of the race. Only Enlith could do. Well, actually, he merely dared her to try. If she got close enough, she would be his.
I know we've got it good,
But they've got it made,
And the grass is getting greener each day,
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 10, 2010 22:31:52 GMT -5
A hint of red joined the purple of the lust in Feeroneth's rapidly whirling eyes as he noticed that he was not, in fact, the most fashionably late. Two blues followed him. Two! Why, he was supposed to be the latest! He was supposed to be so very fashionable that everyone noticed him, particularly his beautiful green Enlith! She was supposed to notice him! And those blues! They had such pretty hides! How was he going to pull off being so impressive that he was noticed when there was such pretty looking blues all around, huh?
...Well, he was Purple Feeroneth. None of them could begin to compare to him in all of his lavender beauty. Not even the blues. He was fabulous. That was all there was to it. Of course he would win! Assuring himself with these thoughts, the red faded quickly from his lusty purple eyes, which whirled all the quicker as the blue that had arrived soon after him rammed into Tabeyiith. That dull blue was such an ugly color, anyways! He deserved to be rammed! The small purple lashed his tail in the air, surging forward after Enlith. She was such a pretty green. He would to win her. He wouldn't even give her any fashion tips later!
Surging after Enlith as she angled upwards, Feeroneth's eyes whirled quickly, almost dizzyingly so, stained purple by lust. All he wanted was to win her! It wasn't as if she wasn't worthy of him; perfectly beautiful and she didn't need any of his fashion tips. In fact, in his lust stained mind, he couldn't think of a single thing to suggest to her that she might change. While there was probably some self-preservation urges in there, it was mainly because Fee wasn't thinking around the lust at all. Lust and Enlith and flying were all that existed in his mind. There was a few inches shoved in on the side for the other suitors, but Feeroneth mostly wasn't paying them a lick of attention. All of his mind was focused on Enlith, on her beautiful green hide.
At the green's scream, Feeroneth surged forward, out of touch enough that he misread her intentions entirely. She was choosing. And she was choosing him of course. Self-assured behind the lust, Feeroneth definitely wasn't behaving like himself. The urge to gossip was gone, hidden behind the wall of lust, his fashion sense was hiding just behind it followed by his urge to give out fashion tips. Everything, all thoughts, hid behind this wall of lust. The only thing that there was room for in the front of his mind was Enlith and pumping his wings, chasing after her even as she whirled towards them.
And then, of course, Feeroneth gave a started shriek as her claws sank into his hide, ripping at his hide. Her claws shredded at his neck and his shoulders as she shrieked into his ears. He hung suspended in the air, dumbly startled as ichor dripped from his wounds, even as Enlith shoved off from the base of his wings, pushing herself at Tabeyiith, he noted with a faint sense of approval. Most of his attention was drawn from even the lust, however, as he stared mutely at the ichor that dripped from his hide.
Why, he hadn't even warned him! That wasn't fair at all, was it? Ever melodramatic, Feeroneth muttered internally for a second or two about the unfairness about it all. If it weren't for the beautiful Enlith, he'd want to go crawl in a hole and die. Sort of like when he hadn't been able to find His. Except this felt a bit less extreme, right? It was hard to reason through a solid wall of lust, but Feeroneth pulled it off, still hanging in the air as he sorted out his priorities; Enlith first. Then he'd tend to his wounds. And perhaps he'd have some sexy impressive battle scars once this was over to add to his overall appeal. Perhaps the scent of ichor in the air would remind her of him.
With a croon, Feeroneth snapped his wings open once more, shooting after Enlith and her suitors, who had left him suspended in the air, hovering as they all chased after her. Hmph. The lust reminded him that he'd have to work all the harder to impress Enlith. [/blockquote] |
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Post by mangonumnum on Sept 12, 2010 10:45:07 GMT -5
Tabeyiith was having it rough. This was one flight he’d never forget. Well, it was his first one, which made it hard to forget anyways. But still. The blue was starting to feel a bit singled out. He had called so sweetly and lovingly to the beautiful green. But she still seemed angry. So angry. Tabeyiith could think of nothing that he had done that would make her so mad. Though, this was his first flight. Perhaps he had done something wrong. Worry and confusion whirled with the lust and anger in his eyes. What could he do to make his beauty look at him and not be so angry?
Tabeyiith was glad to see the green turn on someone else though. The purple. He must think he was so great with his color. The color was barely fit to fly a female. Tabeyiith gave a small snort as the sub-king was viciously attacked by their emerald demon. It certainly looked like it hurt, but the blue wasn’t interested in the sub-king’s pain. He would take it like a man or get out. However, his attitude was about to change. Using the purple as a springboard, Enlith rocketed over to himself, latching onto his snout.
A cry of pain sang from his throat. How could she? He was trying to be so sweet to her. As she launched back away from him, he cried through the pain. Cried to her. Please, don’t dislike him! He was so fond of her. She was so beautiful. And everyone was being mean. Was he that much of a threat. He slowed or a few moments, trying to push the pain right on his snout out of his mind. No, he was going to finish this. He roared as he pushed after her again. She must know that he wouldn’t give up. She had now tasted his ichor. She must know that he was good.
As X’ni checked out his suitors, L’sd felt a strange urge that the man would focus on him. Why was he smiling at another? No, he must look at him. It was the strangest sensation. He had never felt that way about a man. He had seen the green rider before and never felt this way about him. It was weird. He felt Tabeyiith’s confusion, but more because he was so sad that X’ni had concentrated on someone else. But this was soon to be put aside as he felt a sharp pain in his nose. He cried out right as Tabeyiith did, clutching his nose tightly. It hurt. It hurt. But he had to be strong for X’ni-Enlith.
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Post by Sakoru on Sept 21, 2010 17:53:43 GMT -5
Shiragath went unfazed by the blue's challenge to him. He ignored it, refusing to break his constant silence for something so simple as that. Great wings beat steadily and strongly as he chased after the beautiful green, and, in persistent silence, he followed her. Hers was not a convoluted flight; she appeared to be too sophisticated for that. However, she was angling steadily up... and up... and up. Her other pursuers - blues and a purple, but no other blacks - angled after her, and so did her black suitor. Impassively he'd allowed her to leave him behind a little, but he clearly wasn't out of the race. As any good chaser should do, he was allowing her to do what she liked. It was her flight, and his chase. His duty to win her, if he could, but her actions were what mattered.
So he followed her, feeling Alatira's mind join with his, and that gave him strength. Alatira was strong, and though his wings were getting unpleasantly warm from the exertion, her presence gave him strength. Even as the air thinned, suffocating him, he drew in deeper and deeper lungfuls of it, determined not to shame Enlith by giving up on her. Glorious! Glorious, that's what she was, and he refused to deface that glory no matter how much it hurt him in the end.
And hurt him it certainly would, if he didn't move. The green was lunging for her suitors now, and like one of the blues, Shiragath whirled out of the way, huge wings flaring wide as he got out of her way. If she injured him, he wouldn't be able to honour her by flying! And he wanted so much to honour her. The black wanted her to know, without a doubt, that at least one of her suitors would be faithful to the end.
Alatira would have preferred not to be faithful to the end, but she said nothing as her mind flowed into Shiragath's. It comforted her, the warm affection she touched there, and soon she was giving him all the extra willpower she had in a bid to win X'ni-Enlith. Still, what was left of her as an individual balked at coming closer to the group of other people in the greenrider's weyr. They were all so close together... and she didn't want to make the lust stronger, somehow, by coming close to that gathered source. Still, with her and her dragon's minds fused together, it at last ceased to daunt her.
Greenish eyes glazed with lust, the blackrider mover closer and closer to the group, until she realized that X'ni's eyes were locked on her. One of the others had kissed him, but he didn't seem to care about that. Responding automatically, Alatira moved forward, ignoring the knife in his hand because she didn't see it. A tiny figure among the men, she stood there, trembling a little, shoulders twitching at the shared effort of her dragon's flight. Even the sinister smile meant nothing to her; she stepped forward slightly, focusing somewhere beyond X'ni. Apparently she was watching Enlith through Shiragath's eyes, because at the exact moment of the green's dive she whipped aside at the same time her bonded did. Heart racing, she took a few small, staggering steps in X'ni's direction, standing just a couple of feet from him now. She didn't want to be here, but her dragon's lust forced her closer. Focusing on helping her dragon win, Alatira soon became motionless except for clenching and unclenching her fists to the rhythm of the black's wingbeats. It was X'ni-Enlith's choice, not hers; she wasn't coming closer.
Thunder boomed again, somewhere not far off, and with a harsh breath Shiragath threw himself forward, after Enlith, as the green launched off a blue's muzzle and began to fly again. Somewhere in his brain he associated the thunder with his love's disapproval, and suddenly he was fighting to impress her. Silently, silently he flew, but with more purpose - his strength was draining rapidly but he gave the last of it to the chase, beginning to close the distance between himself and Enlith. A blue, the pale one who'd also gotten out of the way, was also apparently wanting to win. Still Shiragath made no vocal challenge; he whipped his tail behind him once, but then concentrated entirely on following his green star. He was gaining, but he was also tiring quickly; she'd have to pick someone soon, and the fighter could only hope that it would be him. Shard it, he wanted her, and his lust shimmered in his eyes like amethysts. Alatira, in the weyr, shivered, cheeks flushed with desire. And together, they faithfully raced after their green. [/center] |
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Post by Reky on Sept 24, 2010 8:55:02 GMT -5
glitter on the wet streets
silver over everything
the glitter's all wet
you're all chrome, you're all chrome
There was a faint trace of approval in the way Enlith tossed her head back to look at her suitors - 'faint' being the key word. Neither Feeroneth or Tabeyiith had dropped out after that. Good! They were sucking it up. Wounds shouldn't stop them from chasing her. That's all they did, though, was keep chasing her. Nothing special. They didn't fight back. They didn't lash out. They weren't even angry. They were just following her like zombies! How could they be so passive? Even Enlith wasn't taking this lightly. If they had dropped out, she would be livid; murderous; but instead she was upset. They weren't doing anything to catch her eye. None of them were.
She twisted in the air, practically vibrating with the anger that was roaring up inside of her, and screamed at Feeroneth. Get out of here! Stupid, stupid baby! GET OUT! Her eyes pierced every inch of the newly-graduated purple's hide. Rejected before the flight even ended. Tabeyiith met the same fate as Enlith lunged at him again, shrieking, OUT!
Her nostrils flared with the struggle of each breath. She was upset. She was breathing hard. Her body was sore. It was still raining, still thundering, and she was feeling cold. She tucked her wings and dropped, welling up a little store of energy in the few seconds where she was doing nothing, and then pushed herself up with a mighty roar. The green came up right underneath Shiragath, slamming into the bottom of his angular head. The intention was to jar his lower jaw, and slice around his collarbone while she was there. Her claws were quick and decisive, and then she shoved at him, downward, telling him to leave her sky. Her sky.
It was Seceth and Lanith now. If Feeroneth, Tabeyiith and Shiragath were still following, she did not care. They were dead to her. They were stupid! Passive! Nothing! Her rage, now, was the shivering sort. Her energy was draining and the cold was seeping into her bones. She had to choose. She needed that extra body. She needed that warmth. Really, though, there was no choice. She had chosen long ago, when they had hatched from the same clutch and gone to a pair of twisted lovers. She couldn't take anyone else. What had Lanith done? Nothing. But what had Seceth done? Everything. She almost felt a little touched, too, knowing that her blue had tried to shake up the competition with brute force, just for her. He fought for her.
Lanith was still there, though, and that had to be fixed. She screamed again, this time far more hoarse and weak, and threw her entire body back at the offending blue. She latched onto him, almost as though she was choosing him as her winner, but then she proceeded to sink her fangs into his shoulder and drag her claws across his ribs. She hissed into his ear, filling the noise with all her rage and terror, and then let him go to disappear into the rain. Every last bit of her strength was then used to ram into Seceth, knocking both of them from the sky. Thunder shook the sky again as she twined herself around him. Around her winner.
X'ni's mind was let go. He was himself again, but the lust was still there. He blinked his steel eyes, prying them away from Alatira. She, along with the others, were now invisible to him, save for F'lan. Carefully, the greenrider stood. He was shaky on his legs, and his face was heating up with red. A smile twitched onto his lips, and then off again. "Hey, Beautiful," he whispered, hands finding their way to his lover's neck. He dragged F'lan by his collar and sank back into the chair. He looked up at his winner, face soft and innocent - a look that said, through and through, ''I'm yours." What made X'ni take upon this particular personality was a mystery. Everything that went on in his mind was. It could be that he truly felt submissive, or that he was just faking it, but one thing was for sure: he would always be F'lan's. That's just how things worked.
off, off, off with your head
dance, dance 'til you're dead
heads will roll, heads will roll
heads will roll
on the floor
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Post by Admin on Oct 2, 2010 17:47:25 GMT -5
Maybe I am a crowded mind,
I watch your eyes glaze over,
Stared down at the floor,
You were amazing to me.
Seceth grinned a dragon's smile in satisfaction as a body collided with his. A green body. Green hide against his blue. He tumbled from the sky with glee, reaching out to lock his claws with hers, his grip like a vise. He would never let her go, because he had won! He was the winner! It didn't surprise him. He was smarter, more vicious, and better prepared than any of her other suitors! They all whined at the scars she gave them, but he thrilled in any mark he received! He would return each one in turn! Claws on flesh. Hide on claws. Why was he even thinking about those that had lost? They no longer mattered as he tumbled from the sky, their speed seeming like nothing. He felt as if it would be forever until he had to stretch his wings wide to catch them. In that moment, there was just love and lust, a perfect mix that briefly tamed his horrid heart.
F'lan was oblivious to everything except X'ni. Everything except skin and hands on his neck. He couldn't even be the slightest bit annoyed at being called beautiful. All he wanted was X'ni. It wasn't because of dragonlust. He could feel that coursing through his veins, but that changed nothing between them. He couldn't possibly understand how anyone couldn't figure out how picking a substitute could work. He would fight for X'ni. Even if Seceth lost, which he couldn't even picture happening in that moment, he would fight for the greenrider. Maybe it wasn't moral. Maybe it was right to believe that flights meant nothing, but X'ni meant everything to him. X'ni and Emrin meant everything to him. They were a family and he wasn't going to let that go. With a faint smirk on his lips, he leaned down to kiss X'ni with force, almost pushing the chair over.
Love me faster than the devil,
Run me straight into the ground,
Drowning deep inside your water,
Drowning deep inside your sound. |
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