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Post by kia on Jun 29, 2010 0:45:26 GMT -5
Since O`ris had pointed out that Rhyolith`s hide had gotten brighter, a sign that she was going to Rise soon, the Cyan dragon had begun to pace in her weyr every day. The Cyan was getting annoyed in attitude, but not from a built up of lust but from annoyance by the fact that she was going to Rise. It was her turn to sit there and curse the fact that she was a female dragon. No male had ever caught her eye. She did not even care for male dragons. It did not matter if you were male or female, she treated all dragons the same, except for Callistath. The Gold was her best friend, and she respected the Gold not because she was of Queen ranked but because the Gold had allowed her to be her best friend. As for other dragons, she treated you kindly and possibly a little firm, but it was mostly to remind others of her rank which she held so proudly. Rhyolith continued to pace, and even Lira would join until her wings were tired out from the circles spent. I am a proud Cyan! Mine, have you not noticed that YOU are the only male CyanRider! Imagine that! The first Cyan, ME!, Impressing to you. All other Cyans have picked women, and rightly so. Oh, Mine, you must hate me so for picking you!
O`ris looked up from his spot. Yes, he still on the occasioned wondered how he ended up with a female dragon. O`ris had never shown any female attitudes about himself. He was attracted to women and women only, though his heart remained in the hands of Avalle, the beautiful Jr. Weyrwoman whom he considered his weyrmate. O`ris was without thought just simply stroking Lira in his lap. The Green had retired there earlier after spending close to an hour circling Rhyolith as the Cyan paced. There O`ris could see the signs of Rhyolith`s annoyance. He eyes were no long that usual sapphire blue or jade green color of content and happiness. They were topaz orange with anger and annoyance at herself, the constant mutterings of stupid female hormones and why she could not be exempted from Rising like most females. After all, Rhyolith pointed out, it is not like I am going to Clutch eggs like Callistath! O`ris blinked and sighed. “Yes, at one point, I hated the thought of having Impressed to a female dragon, but I do not now. I love you, Rhy, and I would not trade you for any dragon. I love you. Do not worry." Easy for you to say! Rhyolith snapped back.
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The way Rhyolith paced several days later increased. She was faster in her movements, getting more agitated at herself, and her mutterings continued. She continued to treat others kindly, only her brighter hide gave off the tell-tale sign that she would be Rising soon. But today was worse. A slight bit of purple had seeped into her eyes. She grounded her claws in the rock and sat down, holding her position, refusing to move even an inch. Lira approached the Cyan carefully, and Rhyolith welcomed her gently to sit on her shoulder or head to watch the dimming of stars as dawn was approaching soon. O`ris could feel Rhyolith`s uneasiness as the Cyan fought with all her might to stay still. Finally, O`ris managed to fall back to sleep again, but his dreams were bothersome. Subconsciously he knew that Rhyolith was the cause, but he would never blame her for it. She was simply trying to be the great and elegant Cyan dragon that she was.
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O`ris got up and got dressed. He did not feel hungry, but he did go out and get some klah. Rhyolith was still in her place, the purple still hanging around the rims of her eyes. She refused to give into such pettiness such as Flightlust. The Queens and Greens could have it all, just leave her out of it! Every few minutes she flexed her claws, scarping the rock floor, making small indentions. O`ris sat down to look over his Windsecond papers, reviewing the current Weyrlings and who all O`sho thought should join their Wing. O`ris enjoyed his job. When he was promoted, he felt his heart leap again. Avalle could no longer feel embarrassed with having a possible weyrmate that was a WingRider. Her weyrmate was a Wingsecond, and a decently respectable one at that, he hoped. He sat there, his leg twitching with Rhyolith`s annoyance, until he finally put his papers down. He walked across the weyr and patted the dragon on her side. “Go,” he said.
She looked over at him. NO!
“Go already! It is time. All female dragons go through it.”
I refuse!
“Look at yourself. You are a strong dragon. No one can doubt you on that. You even have enough power to fight off the Flightlust.”
But I am not petty like a Green.
“Never said you were. You need to Rise. Fly! Go flying for the sake of flying! You have always enjoyed the feeling of clouds under your wings. Go Rise just so you can fly.”
Rhyolith watched him. I will go just so I can fly. But I will not fall to any male`s spell. If they want me, they will have to catch me. I will not make it so damn easy for them. I am a respectable dragon! Let those males understand that if they want me, they will have to work at it. Croons and standing behind the lines will not work. Oh no! I will fly until someone actually catches me, and not like me turning into them, or until I am weary and fall to the ground.
“Then go! The sooner you do this, the better.”
Rhyolith was off. She stayed true to her word. She refused to let Flightlust guide her. She kept it at bay. Her eyes were orange with annoyance, but she kept the purple away. She down two heardbeasts and drained them quickly. O`ris was rather glad he did not have to fight her so hard over that concept. She stayed connected to him, yet she was independent. She gave a single bugle to call males to come. She refused to bugle any more than once. If they did not hear her that once, they were out of luck. Rholith personally hoped that no male would come after her so that the effects would simply wear off. But that was too much to ask. Some male would more than likely Chase her. They were always watching for females. She snorted. She was not an ordinary female, and they would soon learn that! She would not be easy to catch. She flew for herself only. Damn these hormones, she thought again. No, this Flight would not be easy for any male in Dalibor. She was Rhyolith, Wingsecond and largest Cyan on Pern! None equaled her!
O`ris sighed and allowed what little Flightlust there was to take him into the steady stream that lulled him side to side. He rather hoped Callistath would take notice so Avalle could come. He did not believe he was in any position to be climbing down stone stairs to her weyr. What if Rhyolith could not handle the Flightlust for too long and he was suddenly hit with the urges? He did not want to take a chance to be out there if it hit him, where anyone could take advantage of him. At least here, in his weyr, he had an advantage and familiar things to help him stay in control. He closed his eyes and saw Avalle`s face in his mind. He hoped she would come. He had come to her when Callistath Rose. Would she not come? Would she allow her pride to hold her back from coming to him? He hoped not. He did not want to lose control and then wake up in someone else`s arms. No, Avalle`s arms were the only ones he desired and wanted. Avalle, where are you? he thought.
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Post by Reky on Jun 29, 2010 15:33:23 GMT -5
Eondith shifted his wings. It had been quite easy for him to tell that the cyan was about to Rise. Granted, he didn't know her at all, and neither did R'fus know her rider, but that didn't matter to him. The blue was almost religious about chasing females. It had been a surprise to everyone at his old weyr when he'd picked up the... habit. Eondith had been a silent dragon his entire weyrlinghood. When he graduated and began to chase anything that rose, everyone was quite bemused. The silence and the lust didn't exactly go together. Perhaps, though, it was some immense respect for the female parts of his species that drove him to fly, but even that was confusing. Eondith didn't like anyone except his rider.
When Rhyolith did Fly, calling with her single bugle, Eondith was there. He had been waiting. He wanted her for himself. She was beautiful, really. Well... all females were beautiful. Unique was a better word. Cyans were new, they were rare, and Rhyolith was the first. His heart leapt at the excitement. The look he had about him, though, was something else. It was predatory, almost. The way he waited, back arced like a gargoyle, for her to blood her kills was competitive. The look in his eyes was dark lust. He was an animal. He may have intelligence on par with that of humans, but he was still a dragon. He was still easily overtaken by primal instinct.
Rhyolith Rises, Mine, [/color] was all he said to R'fus before he was off, a dusky blue dart through the air, his eyes for Rhyolith and Rhyolith only. The sky became his world as he left the ground behind. He did not call to her though, or touch her mind. He was simply a silent follower, deep in concentration. The intensity in his eyes was burning. He did not like to speak. He didn't need to. So much could be done without words, and this was one of those things. Words were useless - a waste of time. Words were nothing compared to the body's urges - to the physical touch. R'fus was in his own weyr. There were papers on his desk. There was an agenda of what deliveries to make and when, and he was reviewing this. He had one tomorrow - today was free. It was a morning routine. To make sure he never forgot, he wrote everything down and read it each day. Being reliable was a goal of his, which had been met and had to be maintained. There was also a list of people that were suspected to be involved with fellis. A list from Kio. He tried not to think of the boy. Eondith's words made him set the papers down, though. He did not head for O'ris' weyr, though. He did not know where it was, nor did he know who Rhyolith's rider was anyways. He would wait out the flight by himself, while Eondith did all the work. He set his elbows on the table and sighed, then gave in totally. His mind became Eondith's. They were flying. They were flying fast and hard. The inability to show strength was a weakness of its own, and Eondith refused to fall prey to that weakness. He was a healthy dragon. He was strong. He was blue - the perfect mix of endurance and speed. His flying was graceful and almost feminine, but there was power behind it. His body made sleek lines as he went. He was the perfect creature. He was a dragon, and so was Rhyolith. Determined, he followed.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 29, 2010 23:59:20 GMT -5
Shiragath crooned. Alatira glared at him. Hands on her hips, the blackrider stared hard at her dragon, digging her fingers into her flesh to keep from physically trying to hold him down. "You're not Chasing." Her tone was final, yet the black stretched his legs and his back, shaking out his neck. Wings spreading, he turned in a restless circle, gazing at his rider with bright blue eyes, edged with purple. But Rhyolith Rises. Mine, I wish to Chase, he insisted. Behind that demand was all the force he could muster, impressing on His that he wanted to Chase, and he would Chase, and he'd rather Alatira could just give in to that.
Instead, she glowered at him, stepping forward and setting a hand on his jet muzzle. "You're not Chasing," she repeated, and narrowed her eyes at him. Rather than listening, the black backed up, away from her, and stretched his wings again, shifting to stand on the ledge of their weyr. Instantly the rider's face paled. "No. I don't even know her rider," she protested, moving to follow him out. Shiragath merely looked at her, fluttering his wings as he prepared to fly. Realizing that she didn't get a choice in this, and that for once her will couldn't dominate her dragon's, Alatira kicked his stone couch and, hissing in pain, glared at him. Fine! Fly! But if I get locked into some awkward situation because of you, I will not be happy.
Clearly pleased with himself, the black stretched his wings for the final time and then whirled, leaping out of their weyr. Immediately the sky was his - great wings flaring wide to catch the air, he wheeled towards the source of the cyan's call. He angled his wings just so, flying in silence, and then lunged, as soon as he reached the feeding pens. Instantly he was Chasing, flying on the tail of blue Eondith. Rhyolith was far larger than him, and probably stronger, but he wanted to catch her. He would catch her. He was fast, and strong, and agile. And she was beautiful and willful - the perfect target for his first flight.
Like the blue, Shiragath said nothing, spending his energy instead on racing behind the cyan. By now he was flying parallel to his rival, ignoring him completely. He wanted only Rhyolith; he wanted only to catch her. And if he couldn't have that, he'd have the glory of the Chase. So what if he didn't know her? It meant nothing to him - he would fly anyway! He had that with which to honour the Rising dragon, though he knew she didn't want him! Catching her meant everything to him now. Though the pace strained his wings, he kept at it, flying without a sound. He knew he would have to work for her. But he'd wait until she tired, just a little bit - and then he would make his move. As it was, he bided his time, flying as close to her as he dared. He'd catch her. He would. It did not matter if she didn't want him; she was Rising, and she was his to catch! If she didn't want him, she could drive him away!
Alatira was not pleased with her dragon's inability to resist the Flightlust. It was beginning to take over her, too, though she certainly didn't want it, and she made her way numbly to the cyanrider's weyr. She had no idea where it was, but then, something about the lust tended to guide those in its thrall, or so she'd heard. And in its thrall she certainly was, by now.
Somehow she'd made it to Rhyolith's lifemate's weyr. She stopped outside for a moment, trying not to give in, and then, grinding her teeth, let Shiragath take over. Mind merging with her dragon's, she watched the cyan flier's wings beat in defiance, and felt the air rush over their body as they soared to catch her. Unconsciously she pushed open the door and stood in the corner, more focused on the joy of flight than the lust. With any luck, Alatira-Shiragath would lose. She would not wake up in a stranger's bed.
But because her mind was Shiragath's, she couldn't keep these thoughts. His desire became hers, and his longing to win became hers as well. Together they flew, racing through the sky after Rhyolith, caring only to catch her. Nothing else mattered now. All she wanted - all they wanted - was to seize the cyan and make her theirs, if she'd let them. [/center] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jun 30, 2010 10:16:52 GMT -5
The black and His had been lounging. Honestly, that was all they really ever did. Neither were the most active on Pern, and together, they were all the lazier. If you peered closely at Voroth, you could see a bit of a softness around the black's edges. At least R'hon was in better shape, since he enjoyed swimming so much. At least that was exercise. And it was better than nothing, which was about all that Voroth did.
So yes, they were lounging. Voroth was curled on the ledge of their shared weyr, and R'hon was perched on the bed, humming happily to himself as he peered silently at a stone he'd found on the beach earlier that sevenday. It was round and flat and quite interesting in the rider's mind. Voroth couldn't have cared less about that little rock, but that was probably because he rarely cared about anything other than himself.
A bugle echoed in the air, and the black's head jerked up, eyes suddenly swirling furiously with a lusty purple, a rare sight in this lazy creature's eyes. Cyan Rhyolith Rises. [/i] the softspoken words echoed in R'hon's mind as Voroth stirred, raising his head and twisting it so that he might stare at R'hon, eyes whirling even faster. I will chase.[/i] That firm statement was all the warning that R'hon would get from his black. The dragon launched himself into the air long before R'hon could reply, leaving the man perched on his bed, rock curled in his fist, suddenly unimportant to him. "All right, Vorry." his voice echoed in the empty weyr as he staggered to his feet, the lust that belonged mainly to Voroth pounding in his mind. It was hard, nearly impossible to think around, but R'hon didn't particularly blame Voroth. The large black didn't chase very often, and cyans were quite the interesting dragons, weren't they? They were new colors, fresh from Kalith's first clutch. R'hon rather liked them, and he could see why Voroth would chase one. They were beautiful, weren't they? Beautiful and exotic and rare. Certainly worth chasing. R'hon stumbled from his weyr as the lust hit him like a sledgehammer. He could feel Voroth's emotions whirling fiercely through his mind; lust and a fierce anger that anyone else would dare chase his Cyan, and it was very nearly impossible for the Rider to think around them as he staggered forward. All he knew was that he had to get to the beautiful Rhyolith's weyr. Stumbling and narrowly catching himself on the stairs, he forced himself to keep walking upwards, until at last he found himself in the weyr of Cyan Rhyolith and Hers. He gave a halfhearted smile, just the smallest twist of his lips, in the direction of the man in the center of it all, before letting his eyes drift shut, finally allowing the emotions that he'd been just barely holding at bay swamp him. Voroth hadn't bothered to blood any herdbeasts--after all, he'd been a little late on the uptake of this flight to be blooding any hedbeasts. If he was going to win Rhyolith, he was going to have chase without blooding. That wasn't too bad. He was Voroth, after all, and he would shine! Hurling himself in the sky after the beautiful Rhyolith, Voroth bugled as loudly as he could. He was one of two blacks in this flight; two blacks and a blue so far. So he'd have to be different from his competitors. He'd have to show Rhyolith that he was different from this other black, and more worthy of her than this blue. The black crooned, sweeping his wings through the air. R'hon-Voroth mulled this over as they surged after Rhyolith, wings snapping in the air. The black had started out a little behind, and as the time passed, he was falling further behind. They weren't designed for such work! The only reason they were doing this was for Rhyolith, who glowed so beautifully in the sky before them. Unfortunately for the rider and dragon pair, they weren't exactly shining. They were flying, and falling farther behind with each wingbeat, to be precise. It was hard to shine when one could barely keep up. But at least they tried. At least they tried for the glowing Rhyolith. But it was still Voroth-R'hon's fault that the black was so dang lazy. All this work was too much work! But they wanted her. They wanted to fly for her.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 30, 2010 13:08:11 GMT -5
As usual, B'nyur was in the infirmary, taping up a candidate's sprained ankle. He was making small talk with the girl, as he usually did, to distract her from her discomfort. And there was much to talk about, with a clutch on the Sands and another on the way! B'nyur could only hope that this batch of dragonets would be less violent than the first two large clutches, each of which had resulted in a mauling. Well, babies would be babies!
He faintly heard a bugle outside, but he mostly ignored it. Oveth, who was happily curled up in 'his' corner of the infirmary, did not. The Blue cocked his head, listening for a moment, and then he scrambled clumsily to his feet and slipped and slid his way out of the infirmary, claws scrabbling and legs flying everywhere in his haste to get out. B'nyur stopped taping the candidate's foot to laugh at his dragon's ungraceful and comical display, but when the first wave of lust hit him, he realized why Oveth had been so eager to get out of the infirmary.
"'Scuse me, my dragon just decided to Chase a female, I'd best be out of here. Another healer should be by momentarily to finish the job," he apologized to the candidate. "Shanza, be a dear and go find A'mor or C'fael?" he said to the Copper firelizard. Shanza yawned but obediently went between to go find one of B'nyur's co-workers. "Sorry about this!" B'nyur said cheerfully to the candidate as he ran out of the infirmary after his dragon. He should have been annoyed by his dragon's awful timing, but he was becoming Oveth, and the dragon was too darn happy and lustful for B'nyur to be grumpy for long.
Cyan Rhyolith Rises, Mine!
[/color] Oveth said delightedly. The Blue burst out of the lower caverns and launched himself into the air. I'm going to catch her![/color] The Blue sounded so sure of himself that B'nyur didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. {Go get her,} he said, waving the Blue off and trotting towards O'ris's weyr. When he arrived, he smiled at the Wingsecond, the Oveth part of him trying to be flirty, the B'nyur part of him trying to be apologetic. The Cyanrider did have a weyrmate, after all, and then there was the fact that he was half B'nyur's age... ah, well, such was the nature of Flights, was it not? Oveth was the fourth dragon there, the second Blue. He tried to growl and intimidate his competitors, but being Oveth, the effect was more little-kitten-trying-to-be-scary-and-ending-up-more-adorable-than-frightening than big-scary-masculine-dragon-showing-off-his-prowess. Before he could even think about blooding a herdbeast, Rhyolith was in the air. The young Cyan was certainly wasting no time! Oveth, already in the air, gave an almighty flap of his wings and shot off after the beauty. He was oblivious to her anger, her annoyance, and her pride. He did not know she wanted a fight and a struggle. All Oveth knew was that she was pretty, he wanted her, and he wanted to make her feel loved and adored. And so the Blue began singing for her in his lilting high tenor voice. He flew loyally after her, but made no daring moves towards the forefront of the pack. He wouldn't dare to intrude on her space. She was the Queen of the Skies! [/right][/font] |
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jun 30, 2010 16:27:00 GMT -5
He knew this day was coming.
It had been buzzing about the weyr for days now--when would the cyan rise? No one knew for sure. H'eath had been trying to get in on who the dragon's rider was...but all he got was that the rider was male. It was shocking. Even for Junaeth.
The blue hadn't been in too many Flights before. Honestly, they didn't appeal to him much. Only one or two females back at Benden had really caught his eye...but he had not won them in the end. So, you could say the dragon was giving up. They pair had wondered about the females at Dalibor--would they be any different? So far, they hadn't met enough to actually tell. Maybe the Flights here would be better...
But not this one. A MALE rider. H'eath was all for females, but a male...? Sure, dragonlust could overtake him but...would he really lust for a male? Surely not! And that is why the pair did not want to participate in the cyan's Flight. Junaeth was sitting on the edge of the bowl, eyes whirling deep blue as he watched the sights below. Something was going to happen. It was as if he could feel the event manifesting itself into his bones.
And then Rhyolith's single bugle shattered the stillness of the day.
H'eath, who was in his weyr, looked to Junaeth. The blue was clutching the rock beneath him with great force, and his eyes seemed to violently change between deep blue to a hazy purple. Why did he want to Fly so much on this one occasion? Had it been so long that his instinct just wanted to take over? /Mine, Rhyolith Rises./ The blue looked back to H'eath, who turned in his chair to face the dragon.
"I know you do not usually take to Chasing." the blueruider stroked his beard as he pushed the small bits of dragonlust from his mind. "But it seems that nature wants to take its course." The bond created with Junaeth was pulsating in his mind. A small shiver ran down his back as Junaeth continued to fight off the feelings innate to him. /H'eathmine. I do believe I must participate this time. I do not think I can hold off this feeling. Nature calls./ The rider understood.
Without so much as a nod, Junaeth was off, and suddenly two became one. Junaeth's body pulsated through the air, wings sleek and muscular as they pounded the air beneath them. H'eath watched the sky around them as they flew, only searching for the one thing they wanted; Rhyolith. Where was that dragon? Then they spotted the Queen. Being followed by a pack of males. Junaeth wasn't the only blue there.
Quickly he sped up, the lust overcoming him. The way her hide shone in the sunlight! How powerful and sleek her body was! With every second Junaeth was flying faster and faster, all thoughts focused on her. He wanted her. He wanted to make her his. From the bottom of his soul he produced a loud bugling call to make it well known to the cyan that he was there, and that he was going to fight to the very last until she was his.
It felt like H'eath had been hit by a weight. The flightlust in Junaeth quickly spread to the rider, and he struggled to stay sitting down. He griped the edges of his desk, muscles bulging as the blue rose higher and higher into the sky. How high and how far would they go? Would Junaeth truly succeed this time?
It was as if the blue's previous failures egged him on in flight. True, he did not like Flights, but his wild side seemed to have overtaken him. He WOULD have her. He snarled at others around him, showing of teeth that would rip through dragon hide, if the need arose. No one else would have her. /Rhyolith, oh Mighty Queen, you are MINE!/ he roared into the skies once more, eventually flying in the middle of his rivals with maw open in challenge.
The Chase was on.
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Post by Nia on Jul 7, 2010 16:17:21 GMT -5
She flies. [/i] Callistath reported, glancing out of their lower-level weyr. She was extremely gravid, and would clutch any day now. Avalle had barely moved from the Gold's side since her flight, watching as her beautiful dragon grew heavy with eggs that she would soon clutch. She leaned against the dragon with the fluffy orange cat in her lap. He bat absentmindedly at Yulari's tail that hung down from where she lay around Avalle's neck. I know, she said quietly, watching outside. She had to leave, now. O'ris had been there for her... they'd solidified their relationship. Thinking of that made her blush, but she bit her lip and stood. I'm going. Don't let Rhyolith see you. Keep Yulari and Maris here, she told Callistath, who gave a slight nod and closed her eyes. With all her strength and stamina, Avalle ran from her room. O'ris's weyr was far. She'd make it in time, though. Rhyolith was a strong Cyan... her flight was sure to be long. She had time. It wasn't going to be her that was blinded by flightlust this time. It was just a repeat of Callistath's. They could do this. Avalle could do this. But she wasn't nearly as romantic as he was, and she still found it difficult to say simple things like I love you. Especially not in front of a whole room of people. She trusted him to hear the things she left unsaid, but... Whatever. She wasn't going to think about that. She was just going to stay by O'ris' side as he'd stayed by hers. The brunette hurried up through the weyrs, entering O'ris' with something similar to a crash. The flight must have started, as the riders looked rather dazed. But they were all crowded around him... and a familiar flare of jealousy mixed with embarrassment sparked inside her. "I'm... here, O'ris," she said, her voice almost quiet as she gave a glare to those around her. But they couldn't help it, she knew this. It wasn't right to feel jealous of them. O'ris would pick her, no matter who Rhyolith picked. They'd done it for Callistath's flight... and they would for Rhyolith. She clasped her arm tightly around his, holding him to her. She felt ridiculous. She couldn't say anything about love. The only thing she could do was hold him close to her and try not to make a fool of herself.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by kia on Dec 10, 2010 20:20:28 GMT -5
As the dragons began to Chase after her, several other dragons joined in after her. Blue Tirth, a dragon rarely seen around the Weyr except when it was Wing practice. Each dragon had heard the call and come after her. They were wanting to Chase the first-born Cyan of Dalibor Weyr. Rhyolith glanced back, her mind mocking these males, thinking to herself that if they really wanted her then they had much to prove to her. She was not some finicky Green. She was not a prideful Red. She was not even a great Gold like her best friend Callistath. But she was Cyan Rhyolith, WeyrlingMaster in Dalibor, the first Cyan to Hatch in Dalibor, the first of new colors of this Pass. She saw herself as a leader among the new colors that had started appearing at Dalibor. But above all, she was Cyan Rhyolith, the greatest Cyan on Pern in her opinion. She would prove them all how great she was!
She flew on, listening to the songs, hearing the males call out to her. There were several males of good rank that were after her. There was Oveth, the Blue dragon who was also bonded to the HealingMaster, and a couple of Blues she had seen from time to time. She normally looked at these males as another dragon, not caring much about gender or rank except for Callistath. But today, she saw them as a little something more. She saw them as males that could possibly be her mate for a short time. She rather hoped these males were not expecting much from her. It was sad to say, but this was going to be a case of use and abuse. Once she was done with her male of choice, she would be quick to leave him and return to the only one she was truly in love with: Her Rider, O`ris.
O`ris could feel Avalle next to him finally. In the throws of Rhyolith`s Flight, he let out a small smile. Just the touch from Avalle seemed to calm him down, make him feel less awkward in this Flight. He could sense the other Riders outside his weyr, all waiting for a winner to be chosen and for one of them to be possibly chosen to share his bed. But with Avalle next to him, he could feel his right mind returning to him. "One moment, Avalle," he whispered to her, standing up, his body wanting to not let go. His senses refused to let Avalle go far, but he needed to do this so he could feel comfortable. He stood up and reached the weyr entrance. Opening his eyes, seeing males through Rhyolith`s eyes, he seemed to growl lowly. "You can all go away or find someone else. This Rider is not available!" he shouted to them.
One male, two males, three males... There were so many males. Rhyolith chuckled. When did Kalith have so many males chasing after her? She chuckled a little cruelly to herself at this thought. Turning on her wings and heading out toward the plains, she watched the male continue to sing songs of love and devotion to her. She did not want songs! She wanted proof that these males were worthy to be her mate. Songs were nothing to her. She was a female of action, destined to show Pern what the Cyan color was capable of. She roared at the males, chastising them for being weak and not being males of action. None of them were desirable so long as they just hung back there and did nothing. She snorted as she looked at each male again.
But wait! There was one missing! Where was he? She began to panic a little, looking left and right, slowing down and trying to keep her wits about her. Where was that last male? Suddenly she heard a roar near her as a Blue dragon popped out of the clouds, almost dive bombing after the female. Rhyolith let out a squawk and quickly changed her direction, heading downwards and trying to escape the Blue`s Chase. The Blue had left the group before Rhyolith had realized, hid above in the clouds, and used the wind currents to gain speed for his dive. Rhyolith flapped her wings as fast as she could, trying to escape the male. The Blue had purple in his eyes, lust filled him, but he had seen through Rhyolith`s mask and had known what she wanted. He used his smarts to trick the Cyan into a lull that all the males wanted nothing but to croon to her. Rhyolith hissed at the male and turned her wings to get away from him. But in watching the Blue, she had forgotten the others. In a flash, she was in the claws of a dragon. She tried to fight, but it was done. She had messed up and lost this Flight. Her winner was chosen. Her winner was Black Voroth.
O`ris was suddenly hit was pangs of passion as Rhyolith was caught by the Black. He groaned as his senses were being overcome, his desires rising and boiling over. He looked over at Avalle, his eyes portraying his desire, his pain, he worry. He reached over to her again, letting the feel of her skin tell his senses that she was there. She was there. He loved Avalle. Slowly and cautiously, he leaned over to kiss her, his arms slowly wrapping around her Junior Weyrwoman. How honored he felt that he was in love with her and that she loved him back. She may not say it, but he knew she loved him. He hoped that one day he would hear those words, but knowing she was hear was happiness enough for him. He closed his eyes and allowed the passion to fill him. With Avalle, the world was all right.
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