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Post by Sakoru on Dec 21, 2010 19:00:53 GMT -5
X'mor had known this day was coming. It was echoed in every line of his green: the way she moved, breathed, snarled at him. The snappishness didn't bother him, because he'd seen it many times before. All of those times had ended rather pleasingly for him and it had become almost... well, almost pleasant for her to Fly. Not so for Nameleth. Laemirath had nearly devoured her just a few minutes ago, snapping the flit out of the air with a foreclaw and dropping her head to eat her. Only X'mor's intervention had saved Nameleth's life. Now he launched the flitter into the air, commanding her to leave, to find other firelizards, and not return until the Flight was over. And then, at last, he had time to focus on himself and his green. She hadn't announced it yet; he feigned ignorance of her intent and sat on the edge of his bed, watching the trembling creature. It was the middle of the day, but sheets of rain poured down out of the sky. Ice-cold, stinging, they drove into the ground so fast that, though puddles formed, none of the moisture could soak into the earth. That didn't matter. Puddles didn't matter when your dragon looked like Lae did. Her broad wings were arched, half-furled, ready to bear their mistress into the sky at the moment she chose. The forked tail lashed restlessly back and forth: the green knew what was happening and she didn't resist the urge as some did. The savage glory of Flight was something she loved - the chance to glow, literally glow, in the eyes of males. She was no copper, no gold, but there was nothing gentle about her. She could be as vicious, as powerful, as those gigantic queens. She held only contempt for them. They and their bulky, ugly bodies that couldn't writhe and thrash through the air as hers could. Laemirath would give nothing to be one of them. She, a green, was superior on this day. It was her day to shine. Her day to make her males envy her grace in the air. Don't try to stop me, X'morMine, the green snarled. Muscles flexed; claws sank into the stone as she lunged from their weyr. She didn't scream - not yet. Only low growls issued from the murder-eyed Laemirath as she spiraled down to the feeding pens. One herdbeast fell under her claws; Hers commanded her to blood it. She obeyed willingly, but only because she had done this so many times before. She remembered; she drained the blood from her kill and then took another, a wherry this time, and drank the life of that one, too. And then, wings flaring, the green gave the shriek that let every dragon, every male know that she was flying. Launching herself off the ground, Laemirath rocketed into the air and screamed again, voice ripping through the Weyr. Follow me if you're brave! Her voice echoed through the minds of potential Chasers, daring them to try and touch her; her eyes spun with the glorious, vicious crimson of Flight. Rain sheeting off her glowing back, the green roared and twisted through the falling water, heading straight up and over the rim of the Weyr. As soon as she'd gained that much altitude she was off, giving no quarter to her Chasers. But it wasn't a straight trajectory: she was no talentless queen, to fly straight and narrow paths! Her wings folded and she corkscrewed wildly through the air, gaining height all the while, before she leveled off. Her wings wouldn't tire for some time, and she saved her strength for the acrobatics she would need later. Later... not now. X'mor, standing alone in his weyr, didn't resist the flightlust. He gave in to it willingly, binding his mind to Laemirath's. They were one now: his green, rushing through the frigid rain, was not separate from him. Not anymore. Responding to the impossibly close connection, the rider stumbled, dazed, to the ledge of their weyr, spreading his-Laemirath's arms wide. His eyes stared sightlessly into the downpour; thunder cracked above him as X'mor-Laemirath screamed again, challenging her suitors to try for them. Impassivity would not be welcomed in their Flight! They had to try - to fight! They'd tear from the sky anyone who dared fail them, and they would use the blood of the fallen to gain strength for their own lust-maddened Flight!
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Post by Reky on Dec 21, 2010 20:22:38 GMT -5
The day was a dreary one. Back from a long night, R'fus had stumbled his way into bed and stayed there well throughout the day. He was completely sober and had been for the past sevenday or so, but the exhaustion that gripped him made him feel otherwise. His eyes were heavy like lead, his body going numb, and the world swimming in his vision. Sleep had come in the blink of an eye. When he finally rose it was around noon, give or take a candlemark, but he couldn't tell. The sky was gray and wet, pouring its heart out to the ground. He sighed and laid his head back down. Even if he'd had a relatively good sleep, he still had a headache. He fought the pain, though, refusing to give in to his body's illegal cravings. The goods were for customers, not for him. Truth be told he could have as much as he wanted, but he tried not to. He really tried. With a cringe and a groan, he forced himself to sit.
Good morning. [/i] R'fus blinked slowly. A greeting from Eondith was uncommon; one first-thing in the morning was even rarer. His groggy mind registered that something must be up, and he inquired about it without words. The questioning emotion he sent to the blue was answered with a calm, half-lidded glance from the beast as R'fus struggled to stand and pull clean clothes on. He'd slept in the ones he'd worn the night before. Laemirath will fly, Eondith said simply. It made sense, then. R'fus knew that Eondith had had his eyes on the green the past few days. He'd been too busy to care about why. The two dragons had conducted a surprisingly lengthy conversation the last time R'fus had met with X'mor for a transaction, so R'fus just assumed Eondith was actually making a good friend for once and keeping up the relationship. Obviously the blue had a soft spot for the green. But the recent obsession was because of her flight. Naturally. Eondith was a chaser of everything - to chase a female he knew well was probably a dream come true for him. Or maybe it wasn't any different from any other flight. R'fus didn't know. Eondith wouldn't say. So, unfortunately, he was kept in the dark on the subject of his dragon's intimate details. Slowly, Eondith's calm, focused lust seeped into R'fus' mind. He knew he didn't think of X'mor in a lustful way. He knew he didn't usually think of men in general that way, or at least, he didn't used to. A particular wherhandling accomplice of his had changed that. Altered sexual tendencies aside, whichever way R'fus looked at his situation, it was awkward. X'mor was a customer, an addict, and he'd even be confident enough to call him a friend after knowing him for so incredibly long, but X'mor wasn't an object of the bluerider's affections. Not on any other day. Today, though, he would be. It wasn't like Eondith would sit this flight out. So R'fus waited, nervous as a first-time Stander, swallowing at the lump in his throat. He rested on hand loosely on Eondith's suede neck, feeling the pulsing jugular beneath. As the minutes ticked by, the dragon's heartrate quickened, until finally Laemirath pounced her kill. Eondith's sharp dragon eyes saw it, if barely, through the pouring rain, and jerked his neck and shoulder's R'fus' way. The rider mounted, held on tight, and braced himself. At Laemirath's challenge, Eondith launched, throwing himself off his ledge and into the elements. He stopped at X'mor's weyr long enough only for R'fus to jump off, and then the blue was gone, slicing through the rain with his streamlined body. R'fus' mind swam. The rain had chilled him, Eondith's emotions were hitting him like a wall of bricks, and he'd landed strangely on his leg. All of it made for an awkward stumble out of the rain and into the drier, darker parts of X'mor's weyr. He dripped rainwater onto the stone floor. Droplets were caught in his three-day-old beard and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He panted. As his other half flew through the stormy sky, he himself stared hungrily at the greenrider before him. He felt himself throbbing with how much he wanted to take X'mor right now. He'd willingly let go of any shreds of sanity he had. Right now, X'mor seemed like a very, very nice idea. His dark eyes, tired, bloodshot and bagged, burned with desire. He took a slinky step forward. Eondith was silent. All of his intensity was put towards flying and keeping his eyes fixed on the lovely green before him. He wanted he as badly as R'fus wanted X'mor. He wanted to show her how good he could be to her; how happy he could make her. He knew what she went through with her rider and he felt sympathy. There were sweet reasons behind his chasing, but right now, all it was was lust. He wanted Laemirath with all of his primal, animal self, and he would fight for her to the very end.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by matsi on Dec 21, 2010 20:40:13 GMT -5
He wasn't sleeping. Why would he be sleeping? He wasn't lazy like some of those other dragons. Instead, he was laying in the rain, letting the cool fluid refresh him. Every time he let out a breath, steam would form and cloud above his nose, which amused him greatly. He started to let out heavy breaths, just to see larger clouds of steam. Then, he would hum happily.
Mine, you should come try this![/b] Ayarth crooned to Azra as he looked over his shoulder. Azra stood just out of the rain, watching her black with dark, loving eyes. Around her shoulders, her Flitter Carlos dozed, and her two pillies clung to her shirt as if they were pins.
I'm alright, Ayarth, Azra replied softly. Ayarth was slightly dissappointed, but it didn't matter, so he went back to amusing himself. He would look up into the rain, then open his maw and let out as much air as he could. Before he could lower his head again, a green blurr shot past his sight. He was confused. Slowly, he stood up onto his hind legs to watch the green for as long as he could. Then she vanished from his sight. He snorted and fell back to all fours. His eyes still stayed on the sky. Even now, Carlos was looking up from the shoulders of Azra. He let out a squeel, and darted to Azra's bed. The Pillies did the same, as if something had startled them. Azra was even more confused than Ayarth.
What's going on? She asked silently as she frowned at Ayarth. The black didn't answer. His attention was still on that green that was out of his sights. His breathing started to get heavier and faster. Then it sounded. Her call. It was enough to make his hide tremble and tingle. He growled and lept into the air, sending a spray of water over Azra.
I must chase! I MUST![/b] Ayarth growled into the Mind of his. He didn't spare Azra another look as he lifted higher into the sky. He could see her now, just a little green dot in the distance. She wasn't too far away. He could catch up. He would catch up. Ayarth snarled as his wings propelled him forward as fast as he could go.
He was close enough at last to see every detail of her slender body. How beautiful she was. Like a ribbon in the air. Yes, she was perfect for him, and he was perfect for her! But there was something wrong. A blue had beat him here! That would not do! No that would not do at all! He let out a roar of his own, announcing that he was there to chase, that he was there to win, then fell silent. His teeth stayed bared in determination. He was younger than the blue, yes, but he was better. He was strong and and quick to learn. He was determined, and would fight to get what he wanted. As he caught up with the Blue, he threw his weight around, making sure to slam into the blue. A simple warning, that was all. His nose flaired, and steam erupted from his maw and nostrils as red and violet danced in his eyes like the northern lights. His talons were curved slightly, ready to tear at the blue if he dared get in his way. His jaws snapped shut once, then his wings beat harder, pushing him past the blue. He would be the winner. That foolish blue! He would never win a beauty like this one! His tail lashed out behind him as he flew. This was his time to prove himself.
Azra was confused. Why was he flying off like that? and what was that feeling in her? Then Ayarth's words echoed in her mind. Her eyes widened. Chasing... he was CHASING? Sure, she knew this day would come, but she had hoped that it would be a while yet. Apparently she was wrong. Ayarth was leaving her, to follow another girl. This made Azra grumble to herself, but soon, her mind became too fogged over for her to remember what she was grumbling about. The lusty feeling was beginning to race through her veins. Her instincts began to kick in, and she headed out of her weyr. Her breath was ragged as she truged towards the weyr of an unknown person. He had no idea who Ayarth was chasing, and she was certain that she didn't know her rider.
She entered the weyr, as if in a trance. Then the man came into her sight. A handsome man, but she was only thinking that because of the lust. She didn't know he was, but she wanted to now. She wanted to know ever detail about his life, where every scar was placed on his body, and how every hair lay on his skin. It was enough to make her want to throw herself at him, but she refrained. She knew it was up to Ayarth. He had to win his dragon, for her to win him. Deep inside, she was still scared, and wanting to shy away from the men in the weyr, but she couldn't. Her body was in charge, not her mind. So she would have to suffer. Have to suffer with the longing for a man she didn't know, and suffer with the soft fear that was deep in her own chest.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Dec 21, 2010 23:22:26 GMT -5
It was near noon, though you couldn't tell by the dreary outside weather, when T'lar awakened. His Purple, Feeroneth, had been up for a while, but T'lar was a young man and he needed his beauty rest. Honestly, he would not have awakened for a while yet if the first half of his second feuding pair hadn't gone racing across his feet. Rolly, he knew without looking, because he could feel distant, annoyed images coming from Whim, who was, as always, angry with Rolly for some reason or another. "They're almost as bad as Akal and Meggo." He spoke idly to Feeroneth, neither expecting nor receiving a reply. His purple was focused on something, but T'lar did not care what as he staggered from bed, flicking Rolly off absently as he did so. The brown pillie was in a ball long before he hit the floor, and was not hurt at all. Just like always.
Meanwhile, T'lar marched to his closet, fully intending to pick out his clothes. His feuding pair of pillies could feud. Akal and Meggo could feud and Akal could hiss and snarl and get itching powder all over Meggo for the umpteenth time. The black could never remember that the itching powder only affected T'lar. Even the memories of that sharding power made his skin itch. The last time Akal had tried that (he wasn't that imaginative) had been last month, but it still made his skin itch with a vengeance.
Silence reigned over their weyr for a time, and then Feeroneth stiffened as a shriek resounded in the air. Laemirath Rises. I do believe that I will honor her with my appearance. Not that is all about appearances, but, you know... [/i] Feeroneth twitched his tail, eyes whirling rapidly with a purple far darker than his lavender hide as he prepared to throw himself into the air for the second female that he would Chase in his so far short life. The scars on his hide twinged just a bit at the thought, but Feeroneth ignored them. He could afford no distractions from that glowing green beacon. She called to him and he would answer. He would win too, of course, and there was no doubt to his mind. Everything had narrowed down to Laemirath and himself. Even His, even gossiping, they were all shoved to the back of his mind, buried in a place where they would not be retrieved until after the green had chosen her winner. T'lar froze at the words, eyes narrowing. "Oh no you don't." He snarled the words out, fixing his purple with a firm glare. He expected the Purple to obey him; he was obviously the top dog in this relationship. However, just like with that last Flight, Feeroneth did not listen. His purple tail lashing, he threw himself into the air after Laemirath. He did not need food. The lust pounding in his veins gave him energy enough, he figured, energy enough to win this green. He had failed at his last Flight, but that was all right. He would win this one to make up for it. Besides, this Laemirath was so much better than Enlith. She was savager, more beautiful, more dangerous than Enlith. And she was so very alluring as her green hide glowed, guiding the purple forward. T'lar was already staggering, urged onwards by Feeroneth's lust, towards X'mor's weyr, eyes blank as he staggered along, nearly falling several times. Needless to say, he was not very skilled in dealing with this lust. He had not handled it many times before, honestly, but it did not bother him at times like this. Thinking was too hard right then, anyways. All he wanted, all he needed, was to get to X'mor's weyr. X'mor. Where had the name come from? He didn't know where he knew the greenrider from. All he knew was that the greenrider was the most amazing creature ever, second only to Laemirath, who had called Feeroneth into the sky. And he couldn't even get annoyed with Feeroneth. I am brave, Laemirath![/i] Feeroneth proclaimed, wings pumping as he chased after that beautiful green dragoness that had called him to the skies. He bugled loudly, announcing his presence to Laemirath, to her other suitors, to everyone, just in case they had missed his appearance. Though how they could miss his beautiful form was beyond him, but he figured that just in case. With a hateful hiss in Ayarth's direction (he figured the younger male would be easier to intimidate than Eondith), Feeroneth surged forward after Laemirath. Conserving his energy didn't even occur to him. This was a greenflight, after all, not a Queenflight. It wouldn't be that long, Feeroneth decided, and whether he was correct or not, he was going to start the Flight going all out. He wasn't going to save himself for the end. Meanwhile, T'lar had lost all semblances of annoyance with Feeroneth. Right then, he supported his dragon with all of his heart and hoped dearly that his purple sub-king would win the heart of that green so that it could be him next to X'mor, him and no one else. Right then, that was all that he wanted, and he fully expected it. Feeroneth's confidence and Feeroneth's lust were rubbing off on him, and he shot Azra a dirty look as Feeroneth hissed at Ayarth.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Dec 27, 2010 18:33:18 GMT -5
X'mor was only dimly aware of other riders appearing in his weyr. He knew, on some level, that they were there, but he wasn't looking at any of them. He was staring sightlessly out into the driving rain, his arms still outstretched, sheets of rain slamming down in front of him. Stray droplets of water pattered on his face; he closed his eyes and let the wind nearly throw him from the ledge of his weyr. His entire body burned with lust, but his mind was bound to his dragon's; he saw only what she saw - felt only what she felt. No one in this weyr mattered. Not yet. They could wait. They could all wait for the moment when Laemirath chose her mate. Laemirath had been flying for a few minutes now. She had plenty of strength left to her, and she was growing bored of flying straight. A glance back told her that she had three suitors - a nice number for a green. The other males were just cowards - all of those males who hadn't bothered to chase. But the three here were all acceptable - more or less. Black Ayarth was someone she hadn't seen before; she hissed at him and snapped her wings so she shot forward, away from all three. She didn't know if he was worthy of her, but she doubted it. No one was worthy of her! Not now! Not during her Flight! Feeroneth was here too - a purple she had seen but never spoken to. His vain proclamation made the green scream and bare her fangs at him, fury blazing crimson in her eyes. Was he brave? Could he really face all that she had to offer? She doubted it - but she would see. Now wasn't the time to ruin her suitors. Still, Laemirath snarled and lashed her tail, picking up speed as she cast one final glance behind her. And there was Eondith. The green's heart softened as she caught sight of him. She'd always liked the blue, despite R'fus selling fellis to X'mor. But none of that mattered now. He was bothering to chase her, and that pleased the green mightily. So, her suitors weren't all strangers. But they weren't worthy! Not yet! She wasn't willing to choose yet! With a savage scream, Laemirath shot higher into the sky, and commenced the acrobatics she'd been wanting to perform for a little while now. She held nothing back; her wings bent and twisted as she corkscrewed wildly, then cut a rapid circle and leveled out again. Greens were made for agility, and she showcased that ability to the fullest, using every trick she had up her sleeves. Corkscrews, barrel rolls, wild twists and loops that couldn't be categorized. And then came the free-fall. Snapping her wings in close to her body, Laemirath shot down from the sky, picking up speed until she was dropping with sickening speed. She spared no glance for her suitors, paying too much attention to opening her wings in time not to dash herself to pieces on the ground. Thirty feet off the ground, she flung open her wings and swooped up through the air, screaming a challenge to her males. Her males. She whipped around to face them for just a second, her fangs bared in a savage roar. And then the green was off again, lunging up into the sky and whipping in mad, fantastical patterns she had little doubt would be impossible to replicate for the males. But they had to try. If they wanted anything at all from her, they had to try their hardest... and even that might not be good enough. A wave of anger exploded from her mind to crash into Ayarth, Feeroneth, and Eondith. Did they want her? Then they had to work! If they had to break their wings to keep up, then she expected them to do it! Shrieking, the green tore away from them, climbing higher and higher with the rain flashing off her glowing wings. FLY! FLY, YOU FOOLS!Almost in physical pain from the wanting, X'mor at last turned to face the other people in his weyr. He didn't see any of their faces - indeed, he hardly saw them at all. His own face was haggard, grim, his grey eyes flashing with the lust and rage channeled into him by his dragon. Shoulders twitching restlessly with the wingbeats of his green, the rider swung his gaze between the three other riders, dimly registering their faces at last. A girl he didn't know, a man he didn't know, and R'fus. It didn't occur to him that two of his three potential lovers were men - it didn't matter in the grip of flightlust. Didn't matter at all. All he knew was that he wanted one of them - but which one? Which one was he going to be free to drag onto the ground and love, just for this one day? [/center] |
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Post by matsi on Dec 27, 2010 18:52:23 GMT -5
Beauty came with a price. Ayarth knew that already. This beauty was no exception. He watched her with immense focuse, but he noted the next sutor. A purple. How dare a purple chase after a green like she! His ugly hide was too...well ugly. No, Ayarth had to show this green that he was the best, the most handsome, the bravest. His eyes watched her as she looked back at them. His lustfilled heart lept, and he let out a roar to her and to all to hear. He was surprised by her sudden change in course. His surprise was short lived, though. There was no time to be in awe of her talent. He could not do what she was doing, but he would show her what he could to. Yes, he would show her!
She was dancing in the air, so he was going to dance. He let out another roar and rolled in the air as he followed her. As he rolled, his talons shot out towards the ugly purple, but he missed him. No matter, he would have plenty of time to take out the purple. Instead, he kept rolling and whirrling in the air. Once she began to fall from the sky, he let out a growl and snapped his jaws at the purple, and folded his wings. He corkscrewed in the air as he fell after her. He wanted her, he needed her, and he would win her!!
Focused on her, that was all that he was. In fact, he was so focused, that when she snapped her wings open, he was almost too slow to react. His black wings snapped open and he veered upwards. He was so close to the ground, that the tip of his tail slapped the soil on the ground. He snarled more, aggrivated with his mistake. How could he do something so foolish when he was chasing such a beauty? Not to mention that the end of his tail was slightly dripping with a small bit of ichor now and was slightly painful. Oh well. He couldn't even think about that now! She would notice him! He pushed on harder, his massive black wings beating the air as hard as he could manage.
Azra watched the man infront of her. She watched him, eager to have him come into her grasp. She wanted to know the softness of his skin, and the warmth of his breath! Her mind was so lost in the flood of lust, that she lost all fear of the men around her. She didn't care that she was the only woman, she didn't care that anything could happen. All there was was now. There was no Then, or Was. Only Now.
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Post by Reky on Dec 27, 2010 20:45:32 GMT -5
Eondith was soon dwarfed by the vibrant purple that came into play. Feeroneth, young and of higher rank, had multiple legs up on the older, smaller blue, but Eondith had legs up on him, too. The bigger the dragon, the more they were built for endurance rather than speed. Eondith, streamlined and feminine despite his clear male coloration, had speed to spare, as did the third suitor - an even younger black. He snorted at their youth; he had experience instead, and he knew Laemirath. It had to count for something. It had to.
He noticed how the purple's hisses were only for black Ayarth. Eondith smirked inwardly. Was it respect he was getting from the young purple, or was he intimidated? It wasn't like Eondith to soak in any hopes of beating the other followers in a flight. Usually, he ignored them. He pushed onward for his prize and left no spare thoughts for his competition. Somehow, wanting Laemirath more made him dwell more on Ayarth and Feeroneth. He wanted to crush them into the dust. He wanted to show them that they were still too young. He wanted Laemirath with a fierce passion, and he wanted to show her that.
He pushed himself to keep up with her. Her aerobatics were dazzling; skilled. It only made him want her more. He kept her as his target as she zipped around, a dangerous, feisty dart of green, trying to follow her complicated movements without getting caught up in copying her. His goal wasn't to play follow the leader or a mirror game. This wasn't a game at all. This was a competition with a beautiful prize. It wasn't something to be made light of. Eondith never played games.
Then came the dive. Eondith's wings snapped close to his body. His muscles tensed as he maintained his form, eyes locked on Laemirath. Where for the most part his size over Lae was his weakness, lessening his agility and flexibility, now it was useful. With the extra weight, he gained more speed. He could see the beautiful green coming closer in his vision, if only slightly. It was something. It was one step closer to having her for his own. He was almost late snapping his wings open to come flying upward again, but he made it, only having to take a single awkward second to regain his midair balance. Righted, he pushed after her. She screamed into his mind and he savoured it. She was the personification of fire. Dangerous, beautiful, and bright in the pouring rain. He wanted her warmth so much that the desire welled up inside of him as a lustful roar, tearing from his usually silent throat.
R'fus felt a quiet groan in his own throat. He saw the downpour and the gray clouds just as Eondith did. He also saw Laemirath - beautiful Laemirath - ahead of him. He wanted to reach out and grab her with his claws. She was so close, yet so far at the same time. There was a brief, pleading look sent from the bluerider's eyes to X'mor's. He wanted him to come closer and stay there the entire night, but right now, he had more urgent things to think of. R'fus-Eondith's wings worked as hard as they possibly could. Even though his shoulders screamed to stop, he didn't. Pain didn't matter. Only Laemirath did. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Dec 27, 2010 21:29:56 GMT -5
Laemirath could feel the males respond to her challenge. It wasn't enough. They had to fight for her - not fly for her. But she wasn't going to babysit them! They should know what to do! If they didn't, she'd rip them apart. Any semblance of sweetness was gone from her, if it had ever been there. Now her eyes whirled vivid crimson, the very shade of fresh blood. Appropriate, for her scream ripped through the rain, demanding that her suitors work for her - fight for her - try for her! Ayarth and Eondith were keeping up well with her acrobatics. The purple, however, was not so athletic. No matter. She'd deal with that later. For now, the green pulled out of her dive and shot away towards the horizon, glancing back to see how her suitors did with saving themselves from the plunge. The black's tail struck the ground as he pulled out of it too low; she snorted derisively and swung her gaze to Eondith, who arrived next. His dive was better; no part of him hit the ground although he had to take a moment to right himself. And then came the purple. Although he escaped the dive just fine, he was slow. Too slow, although they were very near the end of the Flight. Laemirath's wings were beginning to ache - but she'd plenty of viciousness left to her. She continued flying for some seconds, letting her suitors catch up a little bit... just a little bit. And then with a vicious scream she whipped around, shot towards them, and lunged upward, climbing above Feeroneth. She dropped on top of him, shrieking with fury and bloodlust. Her fangs found the back of his neck; her hind claws ripped down his back once, twice, laying it wide open, and then the deadly green screamed and kicked him away, slicing at his face with her claws as she rocketed off once more. If he dared keep after her, she'd tear him to pieces and leave them on the the ground below! Spiraling upward to give herself time to observe her two remaining suitors, Laemirath hissed, and locked on to Ayarth. Him. That one. She dropped from the sky, wings stretched back so he couldn't catch them, and tore into the black, swinging her head in a vicious blow that caught him across the throat. One set of hind claws ripped into his belly, leaving deep gashes, and the green screamed, beating him away before she turned and lunged for her final suitor: the only one left. She struck Eondith with all the gentleness of a falling boulder, huge wings flared wide before they tangled in his. One set of foreclaws cut across his chest, leaving long gashes, and then she caught his claws in hers, dragging him from the sky with her. Her tail wrapped around his; she screamed her victory and hauled him down, growling. Eondith!X'mor reacted the second his dragon chose her victor. His consciousness exploded into pure lust; completely ignoring the other riders available to him, he lunged for R'fus. Laemirath's flights were not gentle and neither was he; he forced the other man back towards the bed, his mouth hungrily seeking the bluerider's as his dragon dragged Eondith from the sky. "R'fus," he mumbled, a low groan rising from his throat. All of the other riders were invisible to him now; he wanted only R'fus. Only R'fus. [/center] |
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