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Post by Admin on Dec 2, 2010 21:40:58 GMT -5
I keep a close watch, On this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide Open all the time.
Kalith had been moody as of late. She was sulking and snappy as her hide grew brighter and brighter. This didn't put Fajra in a very good mood. She was trying to care for her new baby and growing son, along with everything. A flight was a stress she didn't mean, putting holes in her cool demeanor. As Kalith grew worse, she began to act possessive over O'sho. Then she cut herself off. She didn't want the flight to come and she buried herself in work, not about to let Kalith's worsening mood have an effect on her. It did, but she could pretend it didn't as she often did. She put herself in her zen zone of children and work, pushing everything else out of her life. That was not even space for O'sho. He was a man and she was trying to stay in her head right then, away from the world, in a place in which he resided but she sometimes pretended he didn't.
However, the flight came and no order from the Weyrwoman could stop it. Kalith slept for a while, peacefully reposed in her weyr. Then she awoke and her hunger was fierce. She rose and stalked to the ledge of her weyr. She stopped at the edge to stretch, showing off her hide in the weak winter light. It was not good enough for her, but it would do. The sky was not good enough either, but it still called her. She wanted to fly. She wanted them to chase. No, she didn't quite want them to do that, but she needed someone to chase. She needed to pick a mate. It would not placate her, but what did? She was the Queen. She was perfect. She would demand what she demanded and ask what she asked. Right then, she could do no wrong. Or no right, the way she thought. Letting out a low growl, she took flight and glided down to the animal pens.
Kalith tackled her first beast without landing. She plowed into the herd of cattle and pinned one. Snapping its neck, she tried to bite its flesh, but a voice stayed her. No, Kalith. Strong and firm, Fajra had stepped out onto the ledge of her weyr, looking down with disapproving eyes. The copper hissed, but she bled the beast as she was supposed to do. Abandoning the carcass, she grabbed another and also lapped up its blood. She went for a third. Then that was enough. Tearing herself away, Kalith lunged into the air, let out a final growl, and soared for freedom. The sky was a wistful gray, eager to be blue but unable to be anything but dark and dingy. Against the cool backdrop, she shone, rising higher and higher. She did not call out to any of them, but she beckoned them on with her wings and then shrieked to the sky. The flight was on.
Fajra stood on the ledge and felt her heart drop into her stomach as her body took flight, feral feelings of lust and a prideful, satisfied aggression filling her mind. She wavered where she stood, but it was not because of weakness. Strength rippled through her frame; she was simply not there to occupy it. Driven by blood and a need, she rose with Kalith, flying with her Queen. They both knew what it was like to be a mother, but they were both also strong. It was their moment to prove it all. Theirs, for Kalith's happiness was needed for Fajra's and reverse was needed as well. The males would come soon and Fajra perished the thought, but she did not resent Kalith for her flying. She never would. In truth, Kalith rather perished the thought of males pursuing her as well. They needed caution to chase her. An unwary suitor was liable to meet her claws.
Up, up, and away, Kalith soared. She was beginning to grow quite experienced at such affairs, but experience wasn't enough for her. She didn't need experience. The youth and the strength of her body would drive her to greater victories. A flexible moral compass and good instincts would save her Weyr and her children from any terrible fate. The sky was nothing. Her suitors would be nothing. It was her. She was the Queen. Though her path was not straight, she carved it deep into the sky, never dipping too low or straying too high. It was impossible for her to go too high. The sky may have been a stony gray, but it was no wall to her. Fajra was with her, but it was Kalith's day, for she was strong and she knew it. Born a Queen, she would serve beside many. She would rule, but that meant nothing then. Ruling didn't matter then. It was just her.
As sure as night is, Dark and day is light, I keep you on my mind Both day and night.
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Dec 5, 2010 1:03:13 GMT -5
I got the magic in me Every time I touch that track it turns into gold Everybody knows I've got the magic in me When I hit the flow the girls come snappin’ at me Now everybody wants some presto magic
Mine. I'm bored. [/color] Valleth drawled to L'ven, who was sitting at his desk, going through flight patterns for his wing. "I'm sorry. Take a nap. Go find Callistath or Gneith or one of your other friends," L'ven said shortly, not bothering to look at the Bronze. Mine. I'm bored,[/color] Valleth repeated, stressing the word as if to put some sort of inflection on it. L'ven was nonplussed, but he could not be bothered by an attention-hungry dragon right now. He'd make it up to Valleth with a good oiling or something later that night. Right now, he had more important things to do. Valleth heaved an impatient sigh. Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.[/color][/right] Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic Magic, magic, magic I got the magic in me!L'ven had only a second or two to process these words before he heard Valleth's baritone bugle and felt his stomach jump in a way that it hadn't in a Turn... These tricks that I’ll attempt will blow your mind Pick a verse, any verse, I’ll hypnotize you with every line I’ll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes? Come on down to the front, and stand right here and don’t be shyKalith had not roared or summoned them, but Valleth hardly needed loud noises to draw his attention to a female about to Fly. He was off, soaring towards the herdbeast pens, while L'ven bellowed in his direction. "VALLETH! YOU CANNOT DO THIS. NO, NO, NO, COME BACK!!!" But, Mine, I told you, I'm bored! And this will be fun! [/color] L'ven just groaned and slapped his face with his palm. Dimglow dragon just had to Chase, didn't he? Well, the only consolation was that Valleth had absolutely zero chance of winning. L'ven had no intention of making the walk of shame (shameful because he had so little control over his own dragon) down to Fajra's weyr. No, he was just going to hole up in his room and wait for this to be over.[/right] Well take a journey into my mind You’ll see why it’s venom I rhyme Stay on the road, so I call my mama when I got time I hit the stage, go insane, then jump into that crowdUnbeknownst to L'ven, though, Valleth had no intention of winning this Flight. He was as aware as L'ven was that Daidoroth was almost a shoo-in to win this Flight. Besides, Valleth had his Queen. He didn't need two. He didn't want two. He much preferred his lovely Callistath to Kalith, thank you very much. He wasn't Chasing because he thought he could win, or because he wanted to win. He was Chasing because it was fun, and he was bored, and he wasn't going to win, so, therefore, it wasn't cheating on Callistath, technically. He was sure she would understand when he explained it to her. However, he shoved those small misgivings about this into the back of his head. He was going to enjoy this fully! Valleth let the lust course through his veins, relished the feeling of it. He felt light-hearted and happy, and he barely resisted the urge to do loop-de-loops in the sky while Kalith blooded her kills. See, see, when I rhyme I flow on the beat like pidda-dow-dow See I deceive you with my intergalactic ether I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I’m Caesar I kick it like Adidas, flowin’ sticky like adhesiveKalith took off, and with another delighted bugle, Valleth kicked off the ground after her. Powerful haunches launched him strongly into the sky, and sweeping wings carried him up, up, up, after her. If a dragon could have skipped in the sky, Valleth would have. He was dancing and twirling cheerfully as he followed the shining, brilliant Queen that was, honestly, little more than an excuse to let loose at the moment to him. He hummed a bouncy little melody in time to each wonderful wingbeat. He loved the feeling of this: of shoulder muscles warming with exertion, of belly filling with butterflies, of heart swelling with desire, of blood pulsing with adrenaline. He rejoiced in the beauty that was her, the strength that was him, and the joy that was Flight. Be cautious, ’cause what I be on’ll leave you with amnesia I break all the rules like Evel Knievel It’s a spectacular show, ’cause my heart pumps diesel So whatever you saying, it don’t entertain my ego I do this everyday, Hocus Pocus is my steeloValleth was flying high, figuratively as well as literally. He was flying with glee and incaution, confident in his youthful and egotistic way that he was invincible. He was strong, a well-proven Bronze, survivor of a renegade war, winner of one Queen, and sire of another. He had left his worries on the ground. Lust and joy had pushed any anxieties out of him. It had been such a long time since he had felt this good. Nikianeth's Flight might have been the last time he felt so free and joyous, though Valleth could not remember her Flight. He did remember Gneith's and Callistath's, though he had honestly tried for those dragonesses, and while the Flights had been enjoyable in their own way, he had Chased far too seriously to have as much fun as he was having now. He was a perfect picture of merriment as he followed the gorgeous copper beacon upward and onward. I got the magic in me Every time I touch that track it turns into gold Everybody knows I’ve got the magic in me When I hit the flow the girls come snappin’ at me Now everybody wants some presto magic[/font]
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Post by Kila on Dec 6, 2010 0:27:24 GMT -5
Daidoroth stood like stone on the ledge of his weyr, the rest of the Weyr vanished, incomparable compared to the beauty of its Queen. For a creature so large his focus was small and intense. For several days now his interest in His and the affairs of the ones they ruled had waned. He stood, as ever, the unmoving watch high above all others. The eyes of the Bronze King practically glowed Copper from the reflection of Kalith. He watched her patiently, protectively, almost anxiously, as she brooded. The winter sun did not shine enough to display her true splendor, but he had seen it before, and knew it every day. When she moved at last, flightlust filling the Weyr and his veins, his talons cut into the rock that held him. But he held his spot. He waited as she blooded her unworthy kills, eyes filling with desire. It raked his body, made his gleaming hide tight and his muscles tense.
And then Valleth was in the sky. Rock screamed as Daidoroth dug his claws deeper into the stone and growled with menacing disapproval. He did not begrudge Valleth for rising to Kalith’s challenge, for that was what strong Kings did, but in that instant the dynamic changed. Valleth was no longer Daidoroth’s precious son, Dalibor’s prince for whom the Bronze had such fond pride, but a rival now. He was a suitor for his Queen. His Queen.
O’sho emerged onto the ledge as Daidoroth took off, his wings taking his off with such force that the Weyrleader had to raise his arm to his eyes to prevent being blinded by debris. He watched as Daidoroth sped after Kalith, his roar echoing in the gray sky. Turning slowly away, O’sho began to make his way to Fajra’s weyr. It was, in all technicality, his weyr too, for when there were no impending flights or she was not in some way upset with him he resided there as well. Daidoroth knew very well when it was no longer safe to twine his tail with Kalith, and while it was less dangerous for O’sho to remain, he opted to share his old weyr with Daidoroth when Kalith was about to rise. Both Queen and rider needed their space. He had not vacated the room completely, though, because there was an unshakable desire between them to be together, even when things got grumpy.
O’sho reached Fajra just as Daidoroth reached Kalith. Rider and dragon approached admiringly and fell back, but still nearby, with respect. O’sho was oblivious to the fact that L’ven was not there. At that moment he couldn’t have cared less about the Jr. Weyrleader. Even if there had been someone else on the ledge, they would still have been alone. O’sho let his eyes roll over her passionately. He and Daidoroth had chased so many times that he could cope with flightlust far better than any of the younger riders. He had seen his fair share of women, and while he had been calm and relatively clear-headed on his way there, the sight of his weyrmate awoke something within him. The women bonded to Queens had to be strong, otherwise their lifemates would not have chosen them, but Fajra surpassed that. He had never met anyone so independent, capable, infuriating, and lovely in his many turns. Many people he had been with before had had those individual qualities, but there was something about them combined that made things different.
Daidoroth too stared longingly at his weyrmate. While His had a very mature and respectful kind of love, he was smitten like an old wherry- and it was no secret. In the darkness of their stony bed he would croon to her and cover her safely with his wings. It was puppy love, and it was etched across his heart. But while he was sweet, he was also strong. A flight was no time to sing sweet nothings. His wings had carried him to her with power and speed and now he flew behind her. He kept one eye trained on Valleth; He would not block his advances (too much), but if he made any wrong moves or tried to take away Kalith’s choice Dalibor would be down one Bronze. Daidoroth was perfectly aware of the fact that Kalith could and probably would maul him to death if he tried any such thing, but it was questionable if she would get to him first. He soared untiringly in her wake, his wingspan taking up the space between her and all that was behind her. Anywhere she flew he would follow.
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Post by purnip on Dec 7, 2010 0:48:33 GMT -5
It might have been yet another average day in the life of L'am, the latest addition to the graduated Bronzeriders of Dalibor, if it hadn't have been for hormones. This time, they weren't his own for a change. But at least he was in control of himself when his hormones swarmed about, whereas his dragon found such a spur to be delightfully curious and new. As the flightlust of a flying Gold swept the Weyr, Lebeth felt within him that primal urge to chase.
At first, L'am had no clue that his Bronze so much as noticed the shift in the atmosphere. He was three turns, matured enough to have at least chased a Green or two, but he hadn't shown any interest in the past. The Bronzerider didn't care either way in the beginning, but he found himself entirely grateful for that delay as he started to develop feelings for Sonia--feelings that he couldn't quite sort out or identify. He was in the process of planning out specific flight patterns that would be most beneficial in a formation during Threadfall, as he believed that preparation and practice were vital and it kept his mind off a certain someone. Mainly for the later of the two reasons. He was just about to start sketching one of his Wing's positions when he noticed a peculiar sensation creep over him. He sat up, alert like a wild hare as he tried shrug it off or determine the source. He could feel his mind being invaded--or drifting--he wasn't sure which, but it was out of his control and he broke into a cold sweat as he made contact with his dragon. It didn't take much; Lebeth was making a connection at that very moment.
What is it? What's going on?
Well... Lebeth began, sounding a little cheeky at first before he explained himself. Kalith is preparing to fly, and seeing as she is our fine Queen, I believe it would be an insult if I didn't chase. The Bronze seemed to be rather pleased with his explanation, and pleased with the fact that though he was normally a step behind others, he had finally caught on to his right of passage as a young King.
L'am's heart skipped a beat, but the cold sweat subsided and he was willing to give in with a sigh. He knew, just as well as L'ven and any other King or Sub-King rider of the Weyr, that Kalith would choose Daidoroth in the end. Judging by his foreign emotions, Lebeth wasn't even all that interested in mating. He simply wanted to fly after the Queen as he was born to do. He might even politely bow out if Kalith does grant him more attention than he feels is due. From L'am's experience, Lebeth didn't seem to be much of a lover. If he didn't think it a duty or a rite, he would have simply chased for the fun of playing 'tag'. L'am was now simply unsettled by the fact that he would have to turn over the controls to his dragon for a while and let nature take its course. He should have trusted his own dragon more than he did, but he wasn't fond of handing the reigns to anyone. Ever. Go ahead, the boy responded, preparing to get up and pace about his weyr until he wasn't even 'indoors' in his later state of mind. Behave, or Kalith will hurt you--son or not.
Lebeth was in his highest spirits yet when his human didn't struggle against him. He gave out a joyous bugle before he took off his ledge and soared towards the feeding grounds.
Perhaps it would have been awkward or strange to anything human, the fact that brothers were competing against their father to win their mother as a mate, but Lebeth was oblivious to any tensions between the relatives as he joined the other males in their pursuit of their brilliant Queen. He would cast adoring glancing towards Kalith, but they were as friendly as they could get; like a silent exchange of a 'hello' between them, it almost seemed as if he'd skip off at any moment to go play with other friends. But Lebeth was committed to this, however indifferent he felt about actually mating. He knew it was important, but he missed the point of it entirely. L'am was not surprised to find himself lacking in the proper desires, but he believed it was due to a miraculous self-control.
The Bronzerider meandered towards the ledge of his own weyr, hand over his eyes as he tried to make out what was going on so far. The connection between them was strengthening, but so far it was still somewhat weak. It made the boy worry over the truth. Lebeth wasn't truly ready to chase. He didn't seem to know what it was really, really about. L'am never explained it to him; he assumed that dragons just sort of knew this sort of thing. He silently debated on whether he should try to find help or not. His prouder half deemed it unnecessary, but L'am knew what some of the consequences of a clueless chaser could lead to. Females will become furious if they don't believe they're being taken seriously.
It was starting to kick in as Lebeth was idling there with his brother and father, glancing to them with far less interest than he had glanced to his mother. He couldn't explain it himself, nor did he care to, but he did want to catch her. He wanted to catch her and...and...well, he wasn't sure yet. But he didn't want to think about it too much. He wanted to chase first and then let it take off from there. L'am backed away from his ledge as he started to feel the peculiar sensation of wind sweeping up from beneath him. Soon he and Lebeth would be one and the same. He just hoped that that dragon would get it all together.
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Post by Admin on Dec 7, 2010 17:30:00 GMT -5
Zeppelin never left her, Never died or second guessed her, Painted on her body, The stars would never hurt her.
Hey, Sonia! The young greenrider made a small noise in the back of her throat, but she didn't look up from her sewing. She'd manage to tear holes in half of her clothing, so she was remedying that, even though she could have gone and asked for new clothes from the stores or perhaps a gift from an apprentice weaver. Her flight gear was her nicest clothing and she thought them more than enough. Kalith is flying. Sonia had noticed, so she just made another small noise, feigning interest that Aimeth knew wasn't real. The feelings of lust tickled in the back of her mind, sending her fair into a tizzy about the small weyr, but she was used to their antics and also used to flights. It wasn't as if Aimeth was the sort to become enamored with another dragon's flightlust, too young or not. She continued with her mending as if nothing was happening.
Lebeth is going to chase. Aimeth had been saving that bit and was ridiculously proud that her rider hadn't picked up on it before she'd chosen to reveal it. Sonia's head jerked up and she stared through the archway into the main part of the weyr, where Aimeth lay, sprawled across the stonework. She ruined one stitch in her surprise before her hands stopped, settling neatly onto her lap as if she were a tiny doll lady. Her mind briefly recounted a great many things, but she settled on shock and turned it into polite shock at that. Interesting. Do you think he's not an idiot now? Sonia kept her tone neutral, even towards Aimeth. Her bright eyes were the only thing that revealed any interest to the green. Of course not. It's Lebeth. I'm expecting failure. Her rider made a noise in the back of her throat and returned to sewing.
Aimeth rumbled with amusement in response, flicking her tail in a sassy but happy manner. She turned her swirling eyes back to the sky outside. Perhaps I should wish him luck; she teased, feigning interest in the idea of speaking to him. Sonia kept her eyes down and kept sewing, even as her jaw gave a twitch and she responded. Her tone showed no lack of will or dislike of her dragon's out of place joking. Don't even think about it. I'd strongly prefer that you not get killed by Kalith. In response, Aimeth sighed in boredom. It wasn't like she was scared of the Queen. She respected the copper, but sassing the Queen of Dalibor seemed like fun. Anyway, remember the last time you talked to Lebeth? Immediately, the green's mood darkened, a growl rumbling in her throat. Stupid sharding bronze. Exactly.
Kalith heard them rise after her. She recognized Daidoroth's voice, but she did not turn to see if he was there. She did not turn to examine any of them. She knew that there were three, but she felt no need to know more. She had heard another voice that she dimly recognized, but it was not like Daidoroth's call. She could not place it through her lust. It meant that were new suitors in this flight, ones who had not dared to pursue her before. Had they finally found the courage? She would see. On wings of copper hide and ruddy brown membrane, backlit with the wintery glow of Rukbat, she sailed into the sky, drawing them away from the Weyr. The air was chilly, but she hardly noticed. Blood pulsed in her veins, an energizing feeling that invigorated her ichor and through that her body. Strength flowed through her and she flew on with deftness.
As the moments passed, Kalith finally grew bored with simply flying. She twisted her neck and dipped down into a shallow dive, forcing them to follow. All of them were bronzes. She had three bronze suitors. She knew all of them and placed their names from the distant pieces of her memory. Their names hardly mattered. All she needed to know was that two of them were young. Daidoroth was the oldest by a lot. But would he win? She slowed and twisted to the side, taunting him, taunting them all. She looked them over with swirling eyes. Her mood quickly soured and the teasing stopped. Such useless, petty, jovial creatures! She hissed and rose up, pushing herself straight up on strong, broad wings after the small, lackadaisical dive. Her voice cut through the thin air once more, the hiss becoming a roar. Lazy, ponderous, idiotic creatures!
Whipping around, Kalith faced them once more. She flicked her wings, rose a small bit more, and then lunged forward. She fell on Valleth, hooking her claws into his back. She was no young dragoness, foolish and simply eager for blood. The disrespectful bronze was going to pay and he would have no chance at catching her, for she kept her wings stretched back, out of reach as she weighed down on him, her claws digging into his hide. After a short drop, she released her hold, her sharp nails scrambling across his neck until she promptly kicked him in the face with one hind paw. Then she left him to his fate and soared off, bringing her wings down in one powerful stroke. She glided on a small thermal, thinking nothing about what she had just done. Ichor dripped from her claws, but it hardly mattered. Valleth wasn't worthy of her time.
Fajra flew with Kalith, as was expected. However, when she turned to look through one blurry eye at what was behind her, she found only O'sho. She tried to keep that fact from her copper, a useless effort, and Kalith hissed in disgust. It proved to the dragon that Valleth wasn't needed and her disdain for Lebeth grew. Despite her dragon's aggression, Fajra couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved that there was only O'sho. Not enough that she felt that she cared, but a little bit better than she might have. She wanted O'sho. It wouldn't matter in the end of the flight, but it mattered a little right then. O'sho was hers. She let out a hiss of her own under her breath. Hers. She turned her attention back to the sky, not that she could really see at all. She felt ichor on her fingers and the wind on her skin. She flew with Kalith, no matter how relieved.
Green reminds me of everything we did, It blinds me, It rushes through my head, It finds me close to you again.
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Dec 7, 2010 19:24:12 GMT -5
For then, all was going well. The cool winter wind was most refreshing on his hot hide, and he let his eyes fill with the glorious sight of Kalith. He always did appreciate a fine-looking dragoness. Lust throbbed in the Bronze's veins, but he kept the desire checked, as much as was possible during a Queenflight. The sensible side of him, the side outside of the Flight (though, that side still wasn't exactly sensible), kept telling Valleth that he didn't really want Kalith. He didn't really want Kalith, or any other dragoness that wasn't Callistath. No, sir, he was just here for the experience, for the sake of stretching his wings and deluging himself in his favorite feeling.
She dove slightly, and he followed, of course. He followed almost mindlessly, simply enjoying this, not pushing himself to the great creative lengths he would have indubitably attempted in his golden Queen's Flight. He made no attempt to show himself off, or make himself seem better than his competition: he had kept a wary eye on Daidoroth, knowing full well that the older King would not hesitate to take him out of the air if Valleth made a serious attempt on his Queen. And Valleth understood that. He would have done the exact same thing to any dragon who tried to make the moves on Callistath. So when Kalith turned to tease them, he kept his eyes politely averted and mouth shut.
She rose again, and Valleth followed her easily. He knew she was barely getting started on this Flight. She was not fatigued, and neither was he. He was stronger than that. His wings carried him upward tirelessly, though he had to push himself to keep up with her. She was truly a magnificent creature in the air. Was it not for her ferocious temper, her victor would be a lucky dragon. She turned again to face them. Valleth hesitated, unwilling to get to close, unwilling to appear as if he were trying to catch her at that moment. He was a participant, not a contender, in this Chase.
Then, she lunged at him, faster than the young Bronze could react. He was wildly confused for a split second before he felt her impossibly sharp talons in his back. The edge of the pain was blunted by lust at first, a shadow of what it would have otherwise been. He felt the hide rip, and the ichor flow freely. It was her, all her, all over him.
The Bronze gave a roar of pain. He forgot that this was Kalith, his Queen, the dragoness he'd been Chasing so incautiously. All he knew was her, a predator, on his back, trying to rip him from the air, and he wanted her off. In the pain, he forgot to beat his wings, or perhaps he let himself drop intentionally in an attempt to throw her off. He twisted powerfully, almost frantically, to shake her off.
Then, mercifully, she let go of his back; whether he'd succeeded in shaking her off or whether she'd just gotten bored, he didn't know, but then her claws were on his neck and her foot shoved at his nose, pushing him down, down. It was lucky they were high up; it took Valleth several seconds to get oriented in the air and throw his wings open once again. He muffled another roar of pain as the effort strained the slashes on his back, but there was no avoiding it, unless he wanted to plummet to the ground like a stone and likely kill himself. And while Valleth was an idiot, he wasn't that much of an idiot.
He coasted down to the ground, wavering badly, barely holding himself in the air. He couldn't slow himself down enough to land properly, so he changed his course. He landed roughly, too quickly in the lake, breaking the surface ice and creating an immense splash. And, ah, the cold water felt so soothing on the cuts.
And above, the Flight continued on, minus one dimglow of a dragon.
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Post by purnip on Dec 7, 2010 20:01:51 GMT -5
That just left one dimglow burning ever so dull in the sky above. Not that Lebeth wasn't interesting in his own right--it was a very bad idea for him to participate and he did not fold the moment he witnessed Valleth's defeat. He didn't consider that his lack of development would be taken as more of an insult than his mere absence from the Flight.
At first, he was well at ease, as was his nature. Lebeth was starting to get in touch with that lust, but as a child that was never explained 'the birds and the bees', he wasn't sure what to do with it. Meanwhile L'am was pacing in his weyr, reluctant to make a trip to the Weyrwoman's abode. O'sho was there, without a doubt, and it would not be a circumstance that the young Bronzerider would put himself in. He had more important issues to sort out, such as his dragon's misguided instincts. He had to explain things to Lebeth, however awkward and unnecessary it was and should have been. You're chasing to mate. It cannot just be out of courtesy. If you catch her, you must mate with her. He hoped and prayed that his dragon would make a snide remark about the information being common sense in nature. At least that would mean that Lebeth didn't spiral into this mess with a blindfold on and his legs hog-tied. It was a thought he was ashamed to have; he wanted to come to power someday, but not like this. This wasn't part of any plan he was making. He respected Fajra and O'sho. He did not want to step in between their relationship. Plus, he was too young to have a kid. Maybe someday, for legacy's sake, but not now.
Lebeth hadn't answered. He was too busy watching his senior being torn apart by a ruthless Kalith, who only flashed a hint of mercy in finally releasing Valleth from her clutches. The young Bronze was terrified and appalled, losing interest in this Flight but maintaining nonetheless. He didn't notice the other Bronze committing any sort of offense, and L'am made a good point. This was a mating flight, and he had doubts. He just wanted to fly. He just wanted to be graced by his Queen's presence. A wingman. A supporter. But Kalith wanted a mate and little else. He kept up with his Queen, steady and effortlessly, but with a certain reproach that made his caution all the more evident. He didn't want to get between Daidoroth and Kalith either.
Then, as L'am was just about to relax and coax his dragon into dropping from the flight, he suddenly felt himself being overtaken by a sense of determination. Oh no... Lebeth was back in the game. A challenger appears--a dunce approaches. The young Bronze came to a resolution and was too excited over it to let it go.
I understand! If I catch her, I am hers! And she deserves a good Flight nonetheless. I will not fold!
With a spring to his step, figuratively speaking, he beat his wings with vigor and soared to Kalith's left. He didn't close in right away, but he was pushing her; he was challenging her and prompting her on. The longer the Chase, the greater a success. He wanted to do his Queen nothing but good. Maybe she wasn't the love of his life, but he had nothing but respect and adoration for her. If she were his and he were hers then so be it. He didn't mind the responsibility. That too was his birthright. No longer in doubt of himself, Lebeth believed the rest would come naturally. Or he hoped it would. It had to because he believed in himself.
L'am was somewhat skeptical of that, but such a feeling was shelved as much of his mind was lost to that sudden mission of Lebeth's. Now he too wanted the Bronze to resume, though his subconscious worried ceaselessly for his dragon's safety. Maybe Kalith will have mercy on her sexually-challenged son, Faranth-willing. The boy exited his weyr and strode over to Fajra's decidedly. He lost most of that awkwardness by now and he just wanted to stick to tradition if it would keep them from being ostracized. When he entered the weyr, he stood at the entrance and watched the Weyrwoman from afar. He would have been drawn closer if L'am didn't stubbornly refuse to move. Whatever sanity he maintained would retain the boundaries he so strategically set for himself. He was better than most. He just had to believe that he was or others may find him a reckless and incompetent leader. Gaze fixed on Fajra, he seemed to be casually admiring her from afar, like a secret admirer that isn't being noticed at the moment. He tried his hardest not to want her in that way. It wasn't his place. But damn...she was beautiful.
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Post by Kila on Dec 10, 2010 16:31:26 GMT -5
Daidoroth followed Kalith through the air with the ease of experience. His focus never broke for a moment. Though his eyes were on Kalith, he knew when another of his sons joined the flight. Just as Valleth had, Lebeth instantly became a rival. Their relationship shifted easily and without thought. His strong sons of whom he was so proud became adults in only a fleeting moment.
Because his gaze was so keen, Daidoroth was able to veer out of the way of Kalith’s destructive path and avoid any harm. Flapping his wings somberly to keep aloft, he watched as his Queen sank her claws into their own offspring. He was pitiless, but took no pleasure from the sight. As Daidoroth watched Vallteth’s icor fall through the sky, he knew perfectly well that it may one day be his hide that would fall to her wrath. If he did the smallest thing to displease her, logical or no, she would remove him from the sky. She would choose who she wanted, and she would choose what was best. Pern fell to her whims.
When she finally took mercy upon him, or rather had mauled him as far as she wished, Kalith was off again. Daidoroth again took chase, his chances improved with one of his sons gone. He sensed that the other Bronze remaining, Lebeth, had become more serious in the chase. This would be for the best for him for did he not chase in earnest he would suffer Valleth’s fate. They were young, but they would learn. Valleth already had. Raising his head, eyes glowing, he pushed on, resolute.
Just as Daidoroth largely ignored his fellow Bronzes, O’sho was unconcerned when L’am joined him and Fajra on the ledge. Daidoroth’s unwavering focus on Kalith nearly blinded him to the rest of the world. All he saw was Fajra, Kalith, and the gray sky that framed them. Subconsciously he stopped closer to her, his arms at his side but longing to wrap around her and trap her. To take her as his own again. That, however, was out of his control.
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Post by Admin on Dec 12, 2010 18:57:13 GMT -5
Watch the sky, a jet plane so far out of my reach, Is there someone up there looking down on me? A boy sees a bird, so close but every time, He'll never catch her but he can't stop trying.
Lebeth was of no concern to Kalith. He had done nothing to prove himself worthy. Her confused son won no sympathy from her, for he wasn't her son at that point, not in that moment, but he also won no attention. He was nothing. A blip on her radar, a possible threat but not enough of one to warrant action. She had to fly! Higher, higher, beyond their grasp! Certainly beyond Lebeth's grasp. Untouchable, she went higher, the ichor still steadily dripping off her claws. The green drops fell hundreds of feet to what lay below, falling into the ocean, then onto land, down onto the things that were below her, done onto the things that didn't matter. Her claws would soon be clean. Then she would make her choice. She would soon be free of them all. Except for one. Her wings grew tired. She strained a little higher, holding out for another moment. It wouldn't be Lebeth.
There was only one. Even she realized that when the moment came. Perhaps if there had been someone else with sense, who actually strove to win and succeed, they could have won. She had some loyalty to Daidoroth, but it rarely extended into her aggressive flights. However, when he proved himself worthy, he was hers. Forever hers. Her wings grew too tired for flight, muscles straining. Flipping herself onto her back, she dropped. Then she flared her wings, shot away from Lebeth, and came at Daidoroth from the side, still dancing. She collided with him, their wings tangled, and for a moment the dance stopped. Then a new dance began. Daidoroth was her victor, her winner, and she gladly twined with him. It had been her choice, for every ounce of force she was given, she could return, but he had worked hard. He deserved it.
As her dragon moved towards Daidoroth, Fajra moved towards O'sho. She did even truly realize that the copper had chosen the bronze. If she took the time to realize that, her resolve would falter. She had only room for one thought. O'sho. The lust was his. It took gall to think like that, to get one clear thought in edgewise, insensibility overwhelming her mind. She didn't know if it was so hard because Kalith was a Queen or simply because Kalith was Kalith, but she would never know and it didn't matter. O'sho was hers. Hers. The one thought she could think was a possessive, nasty thought, but that was enough. As Kalith twined with Daidoroth, she grabbed O'sho and all thoughts subsided. Her lips found his. Her fingers sought to glide over familiar flesh, pushing at his shirt. An old ritual between them, all dragonlust and memories.
Elsewhere in the Weyr, Sonia continued with her task. Lebeth lost; Aimeth commented smugly. The weyrling made another small noise in the back of her throat, the master of such noises and their lack of committal. She made stitches and thought a few thoughts, pretending be as bland as usual, even though they were in private company. The only thing she allowed herself to consider in the way of L'am was a small thing. She tried to imagine him feeling lust. It made a small smile come to her lips, briefly amusing her. She might have laughed, but such a vocal reaction had long ago been trained out of her. She couldn't picture it, L'am feeling inhuman desire. It made a great deal of sense that he had ended up with a dragon like Lebeth. She couldn't really picture the socially clueless bronze chasing. Aimeth snickered at the very thought of it.
Funny the way it is, if you think about it, One kid walks ten miles to school, another's dropping out, Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, On a soldier's last breath, his baby's being born.
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Post by purnip on Dec 12, 2010 23:01:18 GMT -5
Lebeth wasn't disappointed in Kalith's lack of interest in him. He wanted her to succeed and was glad, even though he had too late realized that he didn't really want to win this Flight in the first place, that the Copper didn't tear him up for having the gall to fly when he didn't wish to have her. He would have taken her if she chose him. That would have only been fair for everyone. But both dragon and rider practically sighed in relief when Kalith dodged him and took Daidoroth in her arms. Their Queen had a nice, long flight. She was flown to weariness instead of simply left to settle with one chaser. The young Bronze couldn't help but be proud of himself despite having lost. His brief encounter with lust was shed away as he began to veer about to return home.
On land, L'am slid out of Fajra's weyr the moment he was aware of himself. That was enough for one day. As he stomped out the dying embers of lust in him he started to make his way down the hall at a brisk pace. Later he would have to deal with the teasing from other Kingriders for having lost 'his' first Flight. L'am didn't understand the strange initiation that followed an even stranger ritual. It wasn't as if he could control Lebeth if the Bronze had a strong desire to mate. He might have actually been able to curtail his dragon this time, but in the end he was glad he allowed it. Lebeth did well by the Weyr to keep Kalith flying. Maybe he could have been just a little more threatening...or a little more of a contender. There was only so much he was willing to ask. And no, not for the sake of winning. Oh Faranth, he was so glad he lost that one. He just wanted to do well by Dalibor so it would do well by him. Whereas Lebeth's motives were selfless, L'am's were not quite so.
Upon entering his weyr, L'am glanced back at the work he left and grimaced. He didn't feel like getting back to it. He actually felt pretty energetic. It might have been from the flight, but he also felt driven. He wanted to get a peek at Sonia right now, if possible, just to check up on her. Not stalk, mind you, but just a peek. To see how things are going. He wasn't ready to talk to her again just yet. Other matters needed to be resolved first. He felt so tempted to though.
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Post by Kila on Jan 3, 2011 20:43:02 GMT -5
The sky posed no limits to Kalith. As was inevitable, the Queen and her suitors climbed. Higher and higher, until the air became thin and their wings began to tire with fatigue, they flew. Daidoroth had forgotten Lebeth, his remaining rival. He unfalteringly pushed himself forward, ever striving to be in her eye but ever allowing her to stay just out of her reach. It was hard to resist the temptation to snatch her out of the sky when his body ached so fully and completley for her, but he refrained. The option was not even entertainable. It was disrespectful- no way to win a flight. If he was destined to twine with her then it would be of her choosing. It behooved him to show his strength and their history gave him an edge that the others lacked, but he was acutely aware that there was never any guarentee to his success. He chased Kalith the same way when he was alone as he did when she had other suitors. She deserved the best.
Neither of the Weyrleader pair was to be dissapointed. When the great Bronze’s wings began to burn, Kalith turned around and threw herself against him. Daidoroth responded with triumphant joy. He wrapped his wings around her posessively, his victory earned, and connected his tail and claws to hers and began their dance.
The acceptance pushed O’sho forward to meet Fajra and take her into his arms. Their lips met and pressed together, followed by their bodies. The contact was familiar but exhilerating. O’sho let his hands glide over her and rest firmly on her hips. In one swoop he gathered her into his arms, an easy feat, and carried her slowly into her weyr.
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