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Post by hatori3070 on Feb 6, 2011 19:01:41 GMT -5
She’s just like a storm
She’s running on the waves, washing up on the shore
She’s coming out of thin air (coming out of thin air)
Jasra and her bonded were relaxing in their weyr, the great red dragoness actually calm for once. The past few days with her had steadily become more unbearable as she got more and more protective and her already short temper seemed to boil over at the slightest provocation. Poor Jasra had no idea why her dragon was acting this way, but Izkeeyerdath knew all too well what was on its way. Her hide was already a bit bright, so the subtle shift in color wasn’t all that much to notice next to her behavior recently. Jasra was too busy trying to keep her from biting someone’s head off, quite literally, to notice such small changes. Reds were known for their mood swings, so the young woman hadn’t thought too much of it other than it being worse than she remembered.
The day was warm, yet somehow cold at the same time. A heat storm had blown in on strong winds and dark thunderclouds crackled with lightning overhead. The distant rumble of thunder, too far away to worry about, completed the backdrop to their afternoon. Iz was lying inside on her couch, eyes closed, breathing slowly and evenly without sleeping. She was in a light doze, but still very much aware of what was going on around her. She knew that Hers was once again fiddling with some metal contraption, frustrated and challenged by its stubborn refusal to move the way she wanted it to. Such trivial pursuits would have to be put aside today. Today something far more important was about to take all of Jasra’s attention and focus. The Red dragoness got up from her couch and moved to the ledge of their weyr in one smooth, languid motion. It seemed so innocently lazy yet graceful at the same time that it keyed Jasra in to the fact that something was up. Iz? [/b] She asked just before she felt the first stirring of lust seep into her through her dragon. When the dragon turned her head to look back at her, she could see the purple now whirling through her eyes, and Jasra’s face turned white as the contraption was forgotten, allowed to slide through fingers and onto the floor with a small crash. ”Oh.”Yes. Izkeeyerdath said to her before turning back to look at the darkened sky. She could smell no rain in those clouds. It was all fire and heat, passion and fury just waiting to be unleashed upon the weyr. Like her. Orange and red now mixed with the purple in her eyes as she roared, calling any male who thought himself worthy of her before she leaped from her ledge and soared into the sky. Her body was honed from long hours of flight, all rippling muscle and grace. She would need strength for the task ahead, she knew, and so she dove with another roar onto a herdbeast in its pen. She ended its life in one swift movement and was about to take a bite of the warm flesh, crunch through bone and swallow most of the thing whole when Jasra spoke up. Blood it! She ordered her dragon, keeping a firm grip on her despite the Flightlust that was threatening to swamp her mind. She could feel Izkeeyerdath’s resistance, her desire to just eat and eat and eat to fill the hole in her middle, but Jasra held firm. This was not the girl that had gotten slashed by an angry dragonet for standing in the way. This was a Rider, a woman grown with an iron will that no one could defy, especially not the one she knew better than she knew herself. Blood it only! She commanded again and this time felt the slight buckle that was Izkeeyerdath obeying. It had surprised the dragon a bit to hear the strength in Hers, but this wouldn’t register until later. All she knew now was that she was being kept from her prize and she roared her defiance before giving in and violently blooding the creature, draining it dry and then tearing it to pieces simply because she could. Another beast feel to her claws, was blooded and again ripped apart, and one more met the same fate before she was satisfied. The animals blood stained her mouth and chin as she spun, taking in the males around her. She would lead them on such a chase that they would be battered and scarred before the end. Another roar escaped her, echoed by a loud clap of thunder as Pern herself joined in the Red’s fury at the males who dared try to win her. If any thought they could catch her before she was done, they would be sorely mistaken, and she would take payment out of their flesh for such an offence. After that last roar of pure fury and rage, she finally took to the sky, darting like an arrow up toward the clouds. A sub-Queen she may have been, but today she ruled the skies. The weyr and its males belonged to her that day as she climbed higher and higher, arcing through the sky and into the clouds, feeling the crackle of suppressed lightning play over her hide. Some of them may have thought she was headed over the clouds, looking for a spot where the flying would be easier, but oh no, she twisted and dove back down, flying in a tight corkscrew that made her pick up speed as she plummeted to the ground. She pulled out of it well above the danger level and sped off in a new direction. This was only the beginning of the chase. Her suitors would be tested to their limits before she would choose her winner. It was her day to decide. Jasra would have nothing to do with the outcome. Her champion would be just that, hers, and no one was going to take that away from her. She blew in like the wind
Became more than just a friend
And now I just can’t wait to see her face againBack down on the ground Jasra heard the door of her weyr opening and closing as the human counterparts to the dragons in the sky entered, eagerly awaiting the outcome of the battle raging over their heads. Izkeeyerdath’s fury and rage at being held back from her kills surged through her own body, turning her face into a mask of rage. She spun to look at the men around her, eyes lighting on each one in turn, showing them a person who was almost more dragon than human now. With the blooding finished, there was no reason to hold on anymore. Jasra was scared by the idea of her first Flight experience, knowing that the one person she wanted to win would never be able to, but all that was chased away in the face of her dragons passion and rage. It was a volatile combination that threatened anything and everything for those who tried to claim it, but the one that did would truly have won the day. Jasra was trembling, from her own fear or her dragons emotions she couldn’t be sure, but neither did she care. These men were intruding, entering her weyr unbidden and unwanted, and she wanted them to leave! It didn’t matter that they could no more control themselves than she could, they didn’t belong there according to her. An animalistic growl surged from her and she ran to her ledge to escape from them, to get as far from them as she could. None of them had won yet, none of them deserved her yet. She stood right on the very edge, dangerously close in wind that whipped through the weyr. Nothing mattered, nothing was more important than getting away from them, and this was the only way she could think to do it. There was enough of her own self left to realize her danger and step back a bit, but she remained close to edge, eyes scanning the sky in search of that flash of red that would be Iz. It was pointless, she knew. They were long gone, high and far away from the weyr and the ground. Her vision slid into that of her dragon, diving through the sky and through the clouds as a fork of lightning struck the ground outside the weyr, followed immediately by the crash of thunder. Izkeeyerdath couldn’t have picked a better day if she had controlled the weather herself. It was perfect for her, for them, as they flew together through the sky, truly one mind for the first time. It was exhilarating and terrifying, but Jasra was too far gone now for it to even register across her senses. All that mattered was the Flight as her mind melted into her dragon’s and Jasra ceased to be. They were Izkeeyerdath, Red and powerful and graceful and strong. This was their day, and they meant to live it how they alone saw fit. I can see the lightning, I can hear the thunder
I can feel her heartbeat, but I can’t find her
I can feel the rain all over my face
Like a hurricane, she’s taking me away…[/center] |
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Post by purnip on Feb 6, 2011 20:09:20 GMT -5
It was going to rain something fierce today; L'am knew it and just about anyone who was exposed to the atmosphere outside should have been aware of this as well. Storm clouds gathered above, turning what might have otherwise been a bright day into a stormy afternoon. The boy frowned to himself, knowing this would mean being locked up and cozy for several hours until the worst of it passed. He was looking forward to heading for the mainland with Lebeth today so they could trade in marks for some goods. It took him several months to save up for the supplies he needed, mainly for records, plans, and general flying gear. With Thread due to fall soon, he wanted to be as ready as ever. He wanted to shine above all else. Most importantly however, he had to prove his worth by showing how adept he was at spending his own share. That way, he could be trusted with more prestigious duties in Dalibor. If a man can handle his own money, he can handle everyone else's too. If one could do that, one could take hold of the very bread and butter of a society. He would be important, just as he always wanted to be. Subtle was his approach, as he had to be sure. No one likes a man who's too sure of themselves. Being humble and meek was the way to go, but a little charisma didn't hurt either.
It didn't even cross his mind that a dragon would fly in such stormy weather, let alone the idea that Lebeth would have any interest in chasing since Kalith's flight for at least another turn. The boy was making his way back inside, having stood on the ledge to gauge these weather conditions. He was no meteorologist, but it wasn't safe to fly out there even if they would be between and out in a flash. Lightning had that impression of being faster than just about anything else.
As L'am retreated into his room, taking his traveling vest off since it didn't look like they'd be going anywhere after all, Lebeth was still focused on the world outside, as if searching or waiting for something to happen. His rider wasn't at all aware of how eager his dragon was because he was too busy being disappointed by the natural turn of events. What else was he supposed to do today? He needed something to do! He couldn't just wait around and let his thoughts get a hold of him, because he knew exactly where they'd lead, and he just wasn't ready to go there yet. There had to be some other errand he could run to keep his mind off of things. There had to be some other menial task to keep him engaged and interested. What was there to do? He could meet up with the other Kingriders and find out what they were up to. He could bother T'lar for old time's sake. When it came down to it, there were plenty of options, but they all paled in comparison to what he really wanted to do!
He wanted to talk to Sonia.
Just then, a roar tore through the air outside, but L'am dismissed this as a crash of thunder. Hand running through his thick curls as he thought of what to do, he only just began to notice a strange, familiar feeling crawl over him. Lebeth was getting up and making his way over to the ledge, eyes swirling in peculiar purples. The Bronze knew he was ready this time, and he was proud of it. He felt the way he was supposed to and he knew it was right. Izkeeyerdath was about to fly, and he wanted to catch her. Not to play games. Not this time. He wanted her. Who couldn't want a creature so proud, so lovely, so impressive! Mine! I want her! I really do! The Bronze was bouncing, skipping his way towards the ledge. Was he playing? No. Maybe. Maybe he was. But this was right. He knew what it would mean to win this time, and he really wanted to.
Snapping to attention, L'am fired what was perhaps one of the most powerfully confused glares at his dragon. "Y-you what? Wh...who?" He had no idea. Who was flying today? Who could it be? Lebeth didn't make a mention of it, but his sudden eagerness to win a mating flight threw his rider off the ledge in spirit. Where did this sudden ambition come from? Why did it have to come up now?
Izkeeyerdath, Mine! Aren't you proud? I really want her! The Bronze spread his wings out wide, letting the wind buffer through them. He loved the way it felt, like he was flying without making the effort. He loved this weather, he loved his rider, he loved his weyr, and he loved Izkeeyerdath. His lovely Red princess. Today he felt like nothing could bring him down, as nothing ever did. Without any further delay, Lebeth dived off the ledge and dove towards the pens, where he'd blood something up quick and chase the lovely Red. Together they would be wonderful, and he just knew it all over! He remembered nothing of her temper, or any other unpleasantries that could be present. All Lebeth liked to remember were good things. Izzy was definitely one great big good thing.
Pale as a ghost, L'am staggered towards the ledge and looked over, stiff and stricken as if the lightning above struck him seconds ago. Jasra's dragon was flying. He knew her, and he knew of the Red she was bonded to. They weren't terrible prospects, but that didn't change much of anything. L'am realized right then and there that he didn't want his dragon to chase those Queens and Sub-Queens. He stood too much of a chance of succeeding by his color, and he thought it was a godsend at first when Lebeth had trouble with Kalith's flight. He thought maybe Lebeth was never meant to win a flight and he was fine with that. It would mean he'd have the position of trust and power without all that mucking about with weyrmates. But now he did like someone. He did want someone too. It wasn't Jasra. From what he remembered, she was a nice person, but she wasn't Sonia. He was already walking a thin line with the only person he cared about. He didn't need to be found wrapped by the arms of another. He just had to hope Jasra lost interest in him, or never had much of any in the first place.
Lebeth was chasing and he could hardly believe it. He wanted his rider to be proud of him, and L'am felt bad for being rather disappointed. Luckily his dragon always missed out on those deeper details, because these thoughts he couldn't help. He wasn't used to allowing his mind open for access, or closing it for that matter. Lately he was trying to get better at removing his masks to appeal to Sonia, though he wondered if these efforts were in vain. The dazed Bronzerider was reluctant to leave his weyr, even if it was customary. He felt all that lust his dragon somehow hijacked from wherever and he didn't want any part of it. But it was a part of him because his dragon was too. L'am hovered by his door, resisting these mad, otherworldly feelings. Then he exited his weyr and slowly picked his way towards Jasra's. His mind was torn in two. Part of him wanted a dragon--and this was utterly surreal. The other part tried to take that lust and turn it for someone else. Someone that did matter to him a lot. But he couldn't just waltz into Sonia's weyr in this state. She'd have every right to kill him. So he took those careful steps towards the Redrider's weyr, trying not to make a sound. At her doorway she stood, and the other suitors entered only to force her back towards her ledge. She didn't want them either, or at least not yet. Perhaps there was another dragonrider in this room that wanted Jasra bad enough to win her. Someone with a dragon far more determined than Lebeth. Who knew? Maybe Lebeth was just getting himself worked up again, though the stronger pangs of desire that overwhelmed him were nothing like those he felt on the day of Kalith's flight. The worst part of all this was the fact that he could win. He doubted he'd stand a chance with Kalith since Fajra already had a long-standing weyrmate, but this was Izkeeyerdath's maiden flight. Silently watching Jasra as he leaned on the doorframe, L'am seemed to be lost in his battle of wills, trying not to discourage Lebeth in an obvious fashion. He wanted to be supportive of his dragon; he wanted the Bronze to love that proud feeling. But he didn't want Lebeth to win.
Fortunately, and most predictably, Lebeth was not aware of his rider's desires against him. He wasn't being yelled at, so he took the silence just as well as praise. Yes! He was doing the right thing! And it felt soooo good. Now he just needed to catch Izkeeyerdath so they could feel good together. That was how it was done right? Of course! No doubts this time!
He took down his prey and mercy-killed it first before he drank about half of its blood. He was nearly too excited to feed. He needed to get a head start because it didn't look like Izzy would wait for him much longer. He sang back to her, chills running down his spine. He felt like a real dragon now! He pushed himself off the ground to try and join the Red in the sky, eyes flashing between the colors of lust and joy. Like a boy becoming a man, Lebeth would probably be just as cheerful losing as he would be if he won. He never felt this way before, and he knew it was right. As long as he made his rider proud, he couldn't be happier.
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Post by matsi on Feb 7, 2011 17:43:12 GMT -5
Circling your, circling your, circling your head
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth I got a doubt
A different motive in your eyes
And now I'm out, see you later
I see your fantasy
You want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah
Well, now that's over
I see your motives inside
Decisions to hide
Back off, I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong
[/i] H’to sat next to Lanith, petting the newest member of their family. The tiny, bright pink fire lizard crooned and warbled happily as his warm hands massaged her hide. All was relaxed, even the normally wild Dia was calmly dozing on Lanith’s head. Lanith held his eyes open, watching his and listening to the world around them. He could hear the storm, roaring in the distance like a hungry beast. It was almost romantic. Mine. Why do we not have someone to share these days with? Lanith asked softly as he raised his head and let out a massive yawn. Dia hissed and groaned in slight annoyance as she slid from the blue’s head, and down his neck to his shoulders. The blue ignored the Flitters complaints, though, and placed his head next to H’to’s form. I don’t know, Lanith. No time? Not good enough? H’to asked the blue, and immediately regretted it. The blue’s head popped up again, and his eyes were suddenly lined with red. Not good enough?! We are as good as any king, we are as good as any midranked, We are as good as, if not better than, all the other riders in all of Pern. Lanith hissed and growled slightly and looked to the sky. He could sense a change, what it was, he didn’t know yet. H’to looked at Lanith, slightly surprised by the force behind the lazy blue’s mind-voice. What was up his butt? Why do storms always make your irritable? H’to sighed as he stood up with pink Amour still in his hands. Lanith too, stood and stretched his legs and long back. Yet, the blue didn’t answer. He was soon looking at the sky again, trying to figure out what it was he could feel coming. His eyes swirled with colors as he listened to a roar, then watched the red dance towards the wherry pens. The blue lowered his head and looked at His. ”Looks like a red, which one was that, Lanith?’’ H’to asked, unaware of what was going on in the blue’s head. H’to shrugged and turned to put the dozing pink flitter on his bed, then there was a whooshing sound behind him. He stopped dead and let Amour go, sending the flitter into the air with yells. It is Izkeeyerdath, Mine. I prove to you we are good enough! I will chase. I will WIN!H’to was filled with shock and pure disbelief. How could his BLUE even think about chasing a RED?! He was sure to get torn to shreds by not only the red herself, but the other suitors. LANITH! NO! NO DON’T! H’to pleaded with the blue, but it was too late. Lust was already beginning to flood into his own veins. Lanith arrived to the feeding pens just as the bad mood red finished off her third prey item. He landed only for a moment to take him own single beast. He let the warm blood trickle down his throat like a life giving elixir. His eyes whirled as he raised his head from the single kill, and watched the red leap into the air. In the corner of his eyes, he watched as a bronze too took to the skies. Now it was his turn. He would prove to them all that he and His was good enough! He let out a roar that slowed and softened to a song as he beat the air with his wings and started off after Iz. Lanith followed the red gem upwards into the clouds. His hide tingled from the static, as if it was teasing him. He wiggled slightly as his wings beat the sky, but then he watched as she fell from the air. He let out a snarl as he shot the bronze a glare, then folded his own sails and dove. He was a wing second dragon, and he was ready for all that this red demon could throw at him. He would show this bronze that color really wasn’t everything. For once, Lanith was not focused on impressing. No, there was something more important now. Now, he just had to keep up. She was larger than he, so he had his work cut out for him. Not to mention that the bronze was there. He, Lanith, was the underdog. H’to couldn’t believe it. Even as he walked blindly towards the weyr of the red rider, he was in disbelief. Finally, he broke into the weyr, second there. His bright blue eyes scanned around, subconsciously taking note of who was there. He recognized the other man. Bronze rider. Wing second in another wing. Before he could add any more thoughts about the subject, he looked at Jasra. He felt himself melt. Her. He wanted her, just as Lanith wanted the Red. He wanted her more than anything. He would get her! He had to get her! As he moved further into the room, he let out a hum, mimicking the song that Lanith sang as a greeting to the red demon in the sky. Back off, I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
And this is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away
Conclusions manifest, your first impression's
Got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you get through
Every night, well, now that's over
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Post by lesa on Feb 7, 2011 23:06:29 GMT -5
Even before the clouds had rolled in, C'fael knew the storm was coming. He could feel it in his ankle, the break still sensitive after fourteen Turns. Only reason why it hurt was he had been silly enough at that age to attempt to walk on it before it was fully healed, breaking it again. Clearly the blond knew better now, but here he was, limping lightly around the Infirmary as he stopped a weyrbrat from doing the same mistake. No need for a crutch on his part - the dark haired boy could use one, no matter how he protested he could get around on his cast. The brownrider merely glared and shoved the piece of wood at him, ordering gruffly that the child shouldn't break it. If he broke it he'd be stuck doing small chores around the Infirmary until he'd done the same amount of work, timewise, that it had taken the Woodcrafter to craft it.
A'mor might not like having the child in here for the numerous hours such a thing would take, but it would allow all of them to keep an eye on the boy (child had quite the reputation, considering the amount of times he ended up in the Infirmary). Easy enough to sit and roll bandages, would keep the weight off the bad leg, and keep the boy out of trouble, not to mention assure them of a large amount of pre-rolled bandages. A win-win, all the way around, even if the boy didn't like the idea. All he had to do was not break the crutch, and he wouldn't have to do it. C'fael didn't know if it was fear of the punishment or fear of A'mor that had the child promising so heartily that it would remain whole, dark eyes bright with their fervent promise, but the brownrider didn't care. He managed to hold in his laughter until the boy was hobbling his way out the door, knowing the 'brat's foster-mother was right outside to keep him under control. She had laundry for the boy to fold, and lessons for him to go over, plenty of things to keep the boy off his feet and entertained - or if not entertained, at least off his feet.
Deep chuckles caused an answering warble from Basker, the black curled up tight in what had become 'his' little spot on one of the shelves, next to the gauze pads. The night-dark firelizard went to sleep again, knowing that His was busy with Thingy-Things, and that he couldn't go over when His was working with the things he wasn't supposed to touch. Since for once there wasn't emergency on top of emergency on top of emergency (or hangnail on top of scraped knee on top of stomach ache), C'fael actually changed out the bedding young Kidian had used, bundling up the old sheets and marching them over to the laundry-bin before replacing them with new. Normally this was an apprentice job, but as there was no apprentice in currently (yes, they had one, little Lanatha, but she was on duty with Cleo in a quarter candlemark), he did it himself. Brought up memories for the blond rider, as it always did, of having to check and make sure nothing creepy-crawly had ended up in his bed thanks to R'sey, or that no one had seen fit to retaliate for something the pair of them had done by way of itching powder or anything of its ilk. The cotton was crisp and white thanks to the lye and hot iron that had been applied to assure they were as sterile as could be, at least while put on the bed.
Ansyth lounged in their weyr, his presence a mere murmur in the back of C'fael's mind as the Healer lifted the end of the mattress to assure a tight corner for the bottom of the bedsheets. Long fingers reached up for the pillow, stripping the old pillowcase off and slingshoting it towards the hamper. Got in for once. He grinned, snapping the new pillowcase open, forcing it inside out to use the outside-closed end to grab the pillow, pulling it into the new pillowcase and throwing it to the top of the bed. A clean cotton blanket was laid over the sheets, corners tucked under like the sheets with a perfectly appropriate Healer precision.
The stocky brown looked at the sky, watching the shapes form in the roiling clouds. It would happen soon, he could taste it in the air. Izkeeyerdath was rising, the spicy scent of her was already floating in the lightning-perfumed air. He would Chase her, he had known this since the first time he had ever thought of Chasing. Certainly, C'fael's memories reminded him, he hadn't gone about it right. He hadn't been properly behaving, sweet or commanding or anything like that. He hadn't really done anything. He had been a stone. He'd done nothing to garner her affection, and it sickened him now.
Yes, he had chased others. Greens and pinks, though he hadn't won. He chased the older ladies, lovely in their own right but without many chasers. The few times he had done it, they had gone to their weyrmates, but he had given the mate a proper run for his money. Showed the females that they were still worth being adored, by more than just their always-there male. If only he had tried to do the same to Izkeeyerdath, if he had talked to her, or something! But no, he'd practically ignored her. He hadn't even annoyed her. The brown shook his head, rising to his feet to stand as the stone he called himself, waiting.
A thunderous roar split the air as Ansyth stood there, purple-whirling eyes tracking the red lightning bolt, for this time thunder came before lightning as Izkeeyerdath blooded her kills. Blocky legs bent, shoving up for lift, wings opening wide for a moment before being pulled in tight, dive short and quick onto a small herdbeast a good way away from Izkeeyerdath. The brown blooded quick and neat, going straight to the jugular and carotid arteries. Carcass was placed down with all the respect a human would give to their own dead; it was the least he could do, respect all dead, for all his rider did to save lives.
Said rider blinked as he was swamped with emotion. Oh, sharditall. C'fael groaned, glad that for once Ansyth was giving chase when he was done with his shift. The young man dropped the rag he had been using to clean the counter and walked briskly out of the Infirmary, pausing to be sure the door was locked behind him. Cleo had her own key, and locking prevented any... problems. The major fellis users got it elsewhere, yes, but to leave it unlocked was just too tempting to those who might want to start, or weyrbrats who wanted to explore the unknown Infirmary.
The brownrider made his way steadily up the stairs to the weyr he knew to be Jasra's. She was a nice young woman, that he remembered, had been throughout their Lessons. Strong, to deal with a red. Pretty too, though that mattered little during a flight. As he came to Jasra's weyr, he recognized some of the men there - not all, but some: L'am and H'to. Briefly he worried about Jasra's being so close to the edge, but as she stepped back he allowed himself to fall into Ansyth, mind blending fully with his dragon.
He'd always known Jasra was beautiful - just as he had suspected a certain something about her - but now he only concentrated on the beauty of her, how her hair echoed the color of Izkeeyerdath's hide, both glowing and seeming to flicker with fire in the flashes of lightning. Ansyth flew strong after Izkeeyerdath, strong gusts of wind pushing him along, up to follow Izkeeyerdath.[/size]
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Feb 8, 2011 22:12:46 GMT -5
Hello, I love you.
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I need you,
Like a bullet to my brain.
Mine. Mine! Wake up, Mine!
[/i] Feeroneth's mindvoice was obnoxiously loud in the sleeping man's mind, so of course T'lar did not get up. The purple dragon stared at His, tail twitching slightly. Mine! There is a storm coming and I want to take a bath before the storm so that I can be clean and nice looking! Also, Izkeeyerdath would be Rising soon![/i] He only gave His that tidbit of amazing gossip because His was getting up. Awesome! T'lar groaned, blinking furiously. "Izkeeyerdath? The red?" His slightly confused voice was muffled by the furs over his face. He was doing his best to avoid waking p right then, but when Feeroneth got something to do with his appearance in his head... Well, it wasn't like Fee dragging him out of bed while it was still dark out was anything new. Just boring and kind of tiring. Yes, the red. From our weyrling class. That is why you care.[/i] Feeroneth glanced out at the storm and twitched his tail, the slightest hint of purple touching his eyes. The roar that T'lar had hardly noticed had triggered the light lavender touching his gaze, one that matched his hide. If His had been watching him, he might have been less surprised by what happened next. She . . . She is rising now! I shall chase, I think, Mine![/i] Feeroneth lashed his tail, the purple in his gaze darkening further. He didn't want to Chase, no, he needed to Chase! That got T'lar up in a hurry. "What?" He practically snarled the words out and we was on his feet, glaring at his lifemate. Izkeeyerdath is Rising.[/i] Feeroneth explained, as if to a simpleton. And I am going to Chase her![/i] The lust that burned in Feeroneth's eyes darkened still further until it was a solid, deep purple. Izkeeyerdath had summoned him and he wasn't going to wait for His. After all, he wasn't going to be late for something as important as this! With a bugle, Feeroneth, threw himself into the air, leaving His, who was still in his bedclothes, to stumble his way to Jasra (that was her name, right)'s weyr. While T'lar began to walk, Feeroneth was watching Izkeeyerdath. She was beautiful, a shining red beacon in the sky. She was the color of blood, but that just made her more beautiful. His had bled that color, once... But Feeroneth shook his head, driving such bothersome thoughts away as if they were nothing but flies. Now was not the time for thinking. Now was a time for action, for proving once and for all that he was the best to Izkeeyerdath, his beautiful red queen, that he was the most worthy of her! Feeroneth surged after Izkeeyerdath the moment that she was in the air, chasing her through the storm. He noticed her other suitors and he snarled at them all. Distantly, his numerous scars twinged, but Feeroneth only shook his head again. They didn't bother him. And hopefully, they would impress Izkeeyerdath! Hopefully, they would show her that he was willing to fight for her! And very good looking, too. Meanwhile, T'lar had found his way to Jasra's weyr. He watched the girl, even as she moved away from them. He hadn't really noticed this before, but she was beautiful... It was probably just the lust, but he, like Feeroneth, wanted only her in that moment. If he could just have her, he would be the happiest man on Pern. A point of view from on your knees,
Electric hearts will play a song
That you've heard a thousand times,
A thousand times... There was a storm coming. Veejarth was aware of that, but only distantly so. He and His were resting next to each other right then, and the storm would have no affect upon him. Cobble was curled up in Amara's lap, dozing lightly. Kiki and Blue were also sleeping. Veejarth was on the verge of dozing off. Only Amara was wide awake, stroking Cobble's back absently as she watched the ominous skies. They complimented the nightmare that she had had nicely, she figured. Their weyr was a picture of peace, however, a haven for the girl that the members of the weyr loved (though it could be argued that Cobble loved the royal treatment that she got, not the girl behind it). It was only when Veejarth's eyes snapped open and his body stiffened behind Amara that she realized her morning's peace had been and would continue to be shattered by the distant roar that Amara had largely tuned out. As Veejarth pulled himself away from Amara, he upset Cobble and sent her fleeing under the bed. Amara turned towards her black dragon, confusion evident on her features. His eyes were purple, the color of dragonlust. That usually implied that they were either oing to chase a dragon or Rise themselves, Amara remembered. Since Veejarth was male, that meant that he was going to Chase a female. But Aith's hide hadn't been glowing at all. In fact, Aith had shown no signs of Rising. But who would he chase besides Aith? Veejarth interrupted Amara's panicked thoughts calmly, none of the lust that he felt echoing in his voice. Izkeeyerdath Rises, AmaraMine. She calls to me and I must Chase![/i] There was only the slightest hint of a growl to his voice, but Veejarth was obviously not going to let Amara dissuade him. "Izkeeyerdath?" Amara's forehead creased and she tilted her head to the side. Izkeeyerdath. Jasra's red. It took Amara a moment to place the dragoness' name, but the instant that she did, she froze. "No! Vee, nononono! Don't do that!" No. He couldn't chase Izkeeyerdath. Because Izkeeyerdath was a red and he was a black. Why couldn't he just be happy with Aith? What if she lost P'rth because of this? Veejarth gave a soft snort at that as he lowered his head, twitching his tail slightly. Yes, AmaraMine. Yes.[/i] He hissed the words out before he whirled to launch himself into the air, his tail smacking into something fragile as he went. However, Veejarth didn't even look back at it. With a bugling cry, he was in the air and sweeping towards the Feeding Pens. There, Veejarth watched solemnly as Izkeeyerdath blooded her kills. He didn't need to eat anything. The lust and her beauty would be enough for him! The energy that just seeing her gave him... Well, it made him not want any food. That would give him too much energy! The black dragon, perhaps the smallest of all of Izkeeyerdath's suitors, and one who Chased for both His and himself, watched. The moment that Izkeeyerdath took to the air, Veejarth was hot on her heels. He needed to have speed from the start because he would not have the endurance needed. He would have to impress her fast or else he would not stand a chance at Catching her. So Veejarth did his best to follow Izkeeyerdath. There were other suitors, plenty of them, but he was the best for her, right? He, Veejarth, was the best! Because he was also chasing for His, who was a friend of the magnificent Izkeeyerdath's! As Veejarth chased, Amara stumbled slightly as she made her way to Jasra's weyr. Of course she knew where her best friend's weyr was. Of course she did. But that didn't make the way any less awkward. She hadn't had much experience with Flights, but this . . . this was new. This was Veejarth chasing a sub-Queen, the almost royalty of the dragons. And . . . well, she'd never really noticed just how beautiful Jasra was. That thought did not feel particularly awkward. That was probably because of the lust in her veins. But Jasra was looking absolutely lovely. Even if she was dangerously close to the edge of the ledge. The edges of her form seemed to blur with the crimson of her dragoness' color. Amara blamed Veejarth for that. But it did make Jasra look even better... Somehow. Hello, I love you.
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I need you,
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Post by hatori3070 on Feb 9, 2011 21:34:14 GMT -5
We are riding for the battlefield in force tonight
Fury of the darkest evil cry for war
Far beyond the boundaries of hell and starlight
On the road to lands unknown forever more
Izkeeyerdath had been flying in a straight line too long, even though it was only a few seconds. It was too easy on them to give them more of a break than even that, so she resumed her climb into the clouds. Small lightnings crackled from one cloud to the next, completely unpredictable in where they would appear, but the Red fury didn't care. It made for more of a challenge for the males that Chased. It gave her a better criteria for judging who was the best, who was willing to fly through the danger to keep sight of her, to follow her no matter where or how fast she went. Dodging the lightning on her way up, she suddenly burst through the clouds to the calm sky above. Gaining more altitude, she took the opportunity to really look at her males as they burst from the cloud cover. A Bronze was there, a King. Lebeth, she remembered, from her own weyrling class. He had been a bit preoccupied with play from what she remembered, but he was all business now. Good. He would have to be to win her. The next to catch her eye was an incredibly bright shade of purple that was almost pink, but Izkeeyerdath knew better. It was Feeroneth, another one of her fellow weyrlings and a Purple to the core. She didn't really know him either but he was strong and fit. No judgments would be made yet, it was far too soon. She had much strength left in her and it would all be expended before she chose. Then there was a Brown that she didn't know, someone she had never met before. It mattered little now as long as he could Chase and prove himself worthy of her. The next two were such a complete shock that Iz didn't know what to make of them at first. A Blue, and a Black. The Blue she didn't know, but she definitely knew this Black.
Veejarth.
Jasra's friends' dragon. They had known each other since their first day of life. So why was he being so stupid? Red was now fighting with the purple of her eyes to be the dominant color as pure rage filled her at the sight of him. He would never last! And she couldn't pick him! He wasn't the best, and his being there would hurt Hers more than anything when he lost. How dare he. How dare he bring such pain to her Jasramine! She wouldn't stand for it! Arrowing through the sky, she dove straight for him, claws and fangs bared in a snarl of fury. He would pay for hurting Jasra, oh yes, he would pay dearly!
Standing full of hate the time has come now
Stand and sound the guns of glory call for war
No! Iz, please, don't! [/b] Jasra called out to her dragon, begging for her to stop. As she did she turned to look behind her, searching the gathered faces for the one she knew so well. Amara. Her best friend and her secret love. There she was, and it pained Jasra to know what she was going to see there. When Iz connected with the Black in the sky, his pain would flicker across her face, and as he fell, she would run. Even though she knew what she would see Jasra couldn't look away. She felt that if she did it would be a betrayal of their friendship, that wonderful friendship Jasra had been trying so hard not to destroy. Now it seemed that it was all for nothing. Jasra was afraid, afraid of losing her, and she felt her slipping away with every passing moment as Izkeeyerdath got closer and closer to Veejarth in the sky. Her cry had actually had an effect on the ball of pure fury that had been her dragon. She actually pulled her blow and rather than connect solidly with the source of her anger, she simply raked her claws across his back and wingsails. He had enough left to glide back down to the ground, but his Chase was well and truly over. GET OUT OF MY SKY! She screamed at him before turning to face the Blue. His presence was an irritation but not one that would hurt Hers. Hers was not in love with His, so he could try if he wanted to. If by some miracle he managed to keep up, it would be quite impressive. Izkeeyerdath was already forgetting the wounded Black in her wake as she took off across the sun gilded tops of the clouds, her mind refocusing on her Flight and choosing the best of the males behind her. Her fury had lessoned but not truly cooled. They would be lucky to not incite her anger further and bring her crashing down on them too, but that was the risk they took and accepted by following her. As she flew she dipped in and out of the clouds, feeling the ripple of the static on her hide, fueling her mad dash even further away from Dalibor. Now she finally felt far enough away to truly test her males, if they had all managed to keep up. This time she went straight up into the sky, moving away from the clouds below. When she reached what she felt was the highest point of her climb, she turned around, diving past her suitors and straight for the ground. She reached the lightning infused clouds and kept going, bursting from them to see the sea far below. Undulating waves, frothing white caps, the ocean was alive in the storm as she kept going, getting closer and closer to the water below. When she reached an almost dangerous closeness to it she snapped open her wings and angled out of her headlong dive and turned, watching to see if anyone would fail in the dive. It had taken a toll on her and she felt the twinges of fatigue begin in her shoulders. A bit longer though, a bit more still. They hadn't proved themselves to her just yet. She couldn't choose now. On wings of glory we will carry on
Far across forgotten lands toward the distant sun
And in the darkness shining far beyond the starlight
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Post by matsi on Feb 9, 2011 22:16:34 GMT -5
Lanith could already feel exhaustion in his wings. He would not give up though, no, he couldn’t! He had to prove to His that they were good enough. Lust ran through his veins, but this was more for pride. He could not fail his! His did not believe him! His deserved better than what he had given, so he would give more! He would win a red! A red demon like this would prove himself to His!
Lanith’s nose flared as he huffed air out. His wings pumped hard, trying to keep up with the others. Flashes of furious red danced around the edges of his eyes, encircling the wild purple. Then she turned. A thought of opportunity pounded into his mind at first, then fear. She was turning on them. He veered away from the black that was so close to him, and watched as she raked her claws against him. He snarled in approval as he watched the black fall. Blacks were not as good as a Blue. A black was a mutant, a blue, now a blue was true! He turned his eyes back to the red demon, and took off after again.
H’to watched only slightly as others joined in the weyr. He felt like the underdog. Ok, more than the underdog. There was no chance that Lanith would win this. He felt better though, subconsciously, as he noted the black rider that entered the weyr. Lanith’s thoughs flooded his own soon after. He could feel Lanith’s slowly on coming exhaustion, and the determination. They had to win. They couldn’t loose. They were a Blue Pair! Best of them all!
H’to found himself humming in pleasure as the ‘sight’ of the black being attacked from Lanith. One less to deal with. One less to have to fight for the red demon. Maybe they could win this. They could be the best.
Lanith followed as closely as he could, his nose still flaring as he huffed. His muscles were burning, failing. It felt like his wings were going to break and fall off. He couldn’t stop though. He kept chasing as the red took to above the clouds. He followed, but he was slowly falling behind. He had the speed for shorter distances, but not what she was doing. Just as he was breaking above the clouds, Iz was diving back towards the land, or in this case, water below. He let out a roar and twisted his body towards the ground, and folded his wings slightly.
He fell into a dive, his wings curved around slightly, making him spiral down after the red. He could feel the vibrations of static electricity on his hide. Then, a loud crack and pain, sizzling pain shot through his right wing and onto his right side. He let out a loud roar of pain as the lightning shot through his wing and shook his body. His body stiffened as the electricity numbed his muscles, and made them twitch uncontrollably. He fell towards the water below, only regaining control of his body at the last second. Pain burned his wing and his side. Slowly, in defeat, he ‘limped’ back towards the land. His hide and wing along his right side was burned, and charred from the shock. He was done and down for the count.
H’to felt his heart racing as Lanith caught sight of the red above the clouds, and then started into the dive. He felt the thrill of the chase, and the dive, then, it stopped. Something wasn’t right. Pain echoed from Lanith into his own head. His eyes snapped wider as he noticed that Lanith was harmed. He turned from Jasra and headed out of the weyr in a panic. No more reds.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Feb 10, 2011 16:21:18 GMT -5
Let's watch this city burn,
From the sky over top the world,
'Till there's nothing left of her.
Let's watch this city burn the world...
[/i] The straight line that had made Veejarth believe for just a moment that this might be possible vanished and they were climbing almost straight up through the skies, chasing upwards and through the clouds. Lightning crackled all around them, appearing almost randomly from one cloud to another. Storms. They fit Izkeeyerdath, though Veejarth was already beginning to tire. He was no King, nor was he a Sub-King. He did not have the endurance of the massive, higher ranked dragons. He was tiring already. Izkeeyerdath's Flight was going to be hard. He knew that. She was already gauging them as they surged through the clouds, after all. Judging Lebeth, Lanith, Ansyth, Feeroneth and himself in turn. Though he was lagging towards the back, along with Lanith, Veejarth put on an extra burst of speed as he burst from the clouds and into the relative calm. A mere few moments after he exploded through the top layer of the clouds, however, and Izkeeyerdath was whirling towards him, claws extended and fangs bared. Red whirled through her eyes, competing with the purple lust and if Veejarth had been smart, he would have dove sideways and tried to avoid Izkeeyerdath. Instead, Veejarth hovered in the air, wings beating and holding him suspended as he watched the red dragoness dive towards him. He should move but he was not going to be labeled a coward. He was adventurous. He was Veejarth. He was chivalrous. If she wished to maul him, he was not going to stop her. Maybe, though, she would decide otherwise and pull out. If that were the case, he was not going to appear a coward and shy away. Veejarth was moving into a shallow dive when Izkeeyerdath connected with his body, talons ripping across his back and wingsails. GET OUT OF MY SKY!The red's voice echoed inside of Veejarth's head as the sudden pain washed through his mind. Pain. Shard it all! He began to spiral downwards, falling more quickly than he was used to because it was hard to slow himself down. Pain. It hurt. He hurt. He hadn't been mauled before, so this was not a new experience to him. This was completely new to him. I'm sorry, Mine...[/i] His voice reached out for His' mind as he landed against the earth with a heavy thud. Ichor stained his hide and dripped to the ground beneath him. Izkeeyerdath had ensured that he would not finish Chasing her. While Amara stood, watching Jasra, she felt herself drawn further into Veejarth's mind. She barely noticed Jasra turning to meet her eyes. Instead, Amara was focused on Veejarth, feeling him in that moment. Izkeeyerdath was coming towards the males--choosing one so soon?--with red in her gaze. That meant anger, but Izkeeyerdath was always so angry. That was why she was so scary! However, Veejarth wasn't moving. Maybe he had no reason to be scared. Maybe nothing would be wrong... Then Veejarth's pain exploded in her mind. The distant smile on her features vanished immediately. Pain. Oh, it hurt! The fact that it wasn't her pain didn't make it any better. In fact, it made it worse. Veejarth was hurt! Her dragon was hurt because he had Chased her best friend's dragon. She had tried to tell him that it would be a bad idea. And now he was hurt! Amara whimpered, more to herself than any of the suitors around her, people who were focused on her Jasra (that angered her, for some reason. Jasra should be hers! But she had no right to think like that. Not really. It was just the left-over lust, Amara decided with the small part of her brain that wasn't completely focused on Veejarth's pain. There is nothing to be sorry for, Vee! The edge of panic to her mindvoice was hard for the dragon that knew her so well to miss. I'm coming! It didn't occur to her that he wasn't exactly near the Weyr. That was kind of a problem. But right then, she wasn't exactly thinking straight. If Vee could fly that far, she could run that far. Which she was going to do. With a panicked glance around the weyr of Jasra, Amara fled. Like H'to, she left in a hurry, breaking into a run as she left the personal home of her best friend, the first tears for her dragon beginning to slip down her features. She felt his pain. She also felt pain because of something else, but if you had asked her, she wouldn't know what for the life of her. But, right then, she had to get to Veejarth. She was running blindly, nearly tripping over her feet in her hurry to get away from Jasra's weyr and closer to Veejarth, with everything other than her dragon forgotten, in that moment. The city looks so pretty,
Do you wanna burn it with me?
'Till the skies bleed ashes,
And the sky crashes. [/i] Izkeeyerdath had been flying in a straight line too long, even though it was only a few seconds. It was too easy on them to give them more of a break than even that, so she resumed her climb into the clouds. Small lightnings crackled from one cloud to the next, completely unpredictable in where they would appear, but the Red fury didn't care. It made for more of a challenge for the males that Chased. It gave her a better criteria for judging who was the best, who was willing to fly through the danger to keep sight of her, to follow her no matter where or how fast she went. Dodging the lightning on her way up, she suddenly burst through the clouds to the calm sky above. Gaining more altitude, she took the opportunity to really look at her males as they burst from the cloud cover. They had only been flying in a straight line for a few short seconds when Izkeeyerdath shot upwards again, soaring towards the clouds. She made it look so effortless that Feeroneth strove to match the graceful way her wings beat as she moved upwards. Feeroneth doubted that he could match the violently graceful movements of Izkeeyerdath, but he alone of her other suitors could even begin to compare to her radiance. Lebeth was a joke. Veejarth and Lanith were nothing but fighters. Ansyth was too bulky to be as handsome as he and none of them had the scars that he had, from what he could tell (not that he was watching them closely). He alone of Izkeeyerdath's suitors was worthy of her beauty! And as he broke through the clouds, he could have sworn that she agreed with him, for she was rounding on the males with her claws extended and fangs bared. Her eyes were heavily tinged with crimson, almost outweighing the purple lust. She was going for one of the fighters, one of his clutchsiblings, but one of the unworthies all the same. Veejarth was torn from the sky and Feeroneth felt no remorse. There was one less dragon between him and victory, one less dragon between him and Izkeeyerdath seeing that he was the most fashionable, the best for her and the only one worthy of her radiant beauty. Feeroneth was slightly annoyed when Izkeeyerdath turned towards Lanith but did not maul the other Fighter. He wouldn't be able to keep up, though. Soon, the last of the fighters would be gone and it would be a true competition. She obviously wouldn't pick a blue with him around. The same couldn't be said for Izkeeyerdath's other suitors, even the black. They were all her clutchsiblings, save Lanith. Lanith couldn't win! It was Lebeth and Ansyth that were going to be the real threats, right? They would be who the purple would have to outshine, Feeroneth figured as he put on an extra burst of speed. They dipped and dove and surged back upwards again, dancing through the storm clouds. Electricity crackled all around them, both as lightning bolts and as static electricity in the air. The elements on that day were almost as violent as Izkeeyerdath herself, though nothing was quite as violent as the red on the day of her Flight. Nor was anything as beautiful, except for possibly himself. If Izkeeyerdath couldn't see that, Feeroneth would be surprised. He was obviously the prettiest. Only Lanith could possibly compare to his bright hide (Ansyth and Lebeth were too dull, too boring) and Lanith was nothing but a blue! And then Izkeeyerdath was heading up, up, up. Feeroneth lunged after the red, snapping his wings powerfully in the air. They were passing the storm clouds with surprising speed, though the winds buffeted him, pushing him sideways as he kept heading upwards, chasing after the brilliant red beacon that had summoned him into the skies. They shot through clouds once more, but Feeroneth was distantly unhappy that there were no more maulings, no more dragons driven from the skies as they kept heading upwards until they were long past the clouds. Feeroneth was a bit belated, however, in noticing that Izkeeyerdath was plummeting downwards once more. He leveled out for a moment the instant that he noticed, twitching his tail in the air as Feeroneth took a preparatory breath and then dove downwards, still chasing after Izkeeyerdath. The water rushed towards them and while it would be a slightly easier landing than the earth, Feeroneth was not interested in hitting it. Still, he wasn't going to pull up until Izkeeyerdath did. The water came closer and closer... And Izkeeyerdath pulled up, wings snapping open. Feeroneth imitated the red dragoness, hesitating for a moment longer than Izkeeyerdath so that he came to roughly the same point in the dive that she did. His talons grazed the water with a slap and the sudden slowing made his shoulders ache, but Feeroneth had done it. A quick glance around showed him that the blue, Lanith, was nowhere to be found. A tired snort escaped Feeroneth, but he was pleased. One more dragon was gone. There was one less dragon for him to prove himself to be better than. Feeroneth could do that. He hoped, anyways. The city looks so pretty,
Do you wanna burn it with me?
The city looks so pretty,
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Post by purnip on Feb 10, 2011 20:41:36 GMT -5
Lebeth was hardly aware of his surroundings and the danger ever present in the clouds about him. Every time the humble beginnings of electrical charges sparked underneath his wings, he treated these empty threats like small charges that kept him hurtling onwards. He didn't care if he was only going straight, nor did he notice any actual shifts in Izkeeyerdath's flight pattern. He just followed like a loyal duckling several dragonlengths away from her, allowing plenty of space for her to fly. Even when he really wanted to catch her he couldn't help but be a gentleman. He knew he wouldn't have been partial to having another dragon fly so close to his back while he was trying to do something important.
But the Bronze was childishly excited all the while, as if this were a game of tag instead of a mating flight. Granted, he knew why he was flying this time, and he knew it wasn't supposed to be a game. He just couldn't help it though; he was so happy. He was behaving appropriately--like a real Bronze! He was giddy about that achievement alone. It helped too that his clutchsister was absolutely stunning, and no prize to scoff at. Lebeth knew little of her outbursts or her temper, and even if he had, he'd be just naive enough to think little of it.
She began to ascend through the clouds, and Lebeth ascended after her. He continued to allow her some space, even letting Feeroneth get ahead of him. The Bronze didn't mind this at all. He didn't need to be first just yet. He wanted to see what Izzy was up to first, because this was all about her in the end, wasn't it? The charges in the air grew powerful, resisting his climb, but the young King was strong and enduring. Perhaps it slowed him down, but it would not stop him. He wasn't even all that tired yet.
Suddenly the Red was turning, her eyes glowing with fury as she shot towards her suitors. Lebeth dove and hesitated, wondering what he had done wrong for a moment. Instead of making a target out of him however, she attacked a Black that had joined the chase as well. She raked through his wings and left just enough of him behind so he could sail down safely. Lebeth gave a shudder, not because he worried about being next on the Red's list, but because he hoped that Veejarth would be okay. If the weather was calmer, he wouldn't have been phased, but he imagined himself in a similar position and felt a sympathy for the fighter. Maybe he should help him down?
Focus L'am commanded, but surely he had his reasons. This was a dangerous thunderstorm, and if Lebeth decided to help the Black down not only would he put them both in greater danger of being struck by lightning, but Izkeeyerdath would take offense to his dropping out to help a dragon she kicked out of her flight. The flightlust made it more difficult for him to consider taking the risks, even if he originally wanted no part in this chase.
The Bronze received his rider's command and protested with a testy hiss. This was not the time to boss him around! He was trying to make him proud! He could do it without help, because he was all grown up now! He stopped feeling sorry for the Black immediately after and proceeded to chase after Izkeeyerdath as she sailed through the clouds. In the back of his mind he hoped the other suitors were safe, including Veejarth, but that was at the very back of it all. He wanted to prove his worth that stormy afternoon, even if it meant forgetting the wellbeing of others for a change. He never had a problem with that before. Sometimes he didn't even notice. If he could do it then, he could do it now.
It didn't take him long to forget all the troubles of life again, for such was his nature. He hadn't noticed as Blue Lantih was suddenly absent from the flight, or that he was left with two other males to contend with. When she shot upwards, he followed her to the apex and paused when she dipped through the group and the clouds again. He dove down after her, letting the crackling light charge him up as long as none of it proved to be lethal. He got off lucky, whereas the other fighter had not. Lebeth heard the booming sound of thunder, but he did not see the Blue drop out. He was keenly focused on Izkeeyerdath, who was diving towards the waves and snapping away from them. Lebeth was just far enough behind to keep himself from crashing into the water when he pulled back up, but he took an odd angle that placed him farther back than he anticipated. The winds were working against them now, so close to the sea during foul weather.
L'am sighed through his nose, feeling highly comfortable as he leaned on the doorway and tried his hardest not to stare at Jasra. He gave a concerned glance to Amara when she rushed out, but he hardly paid any heed to H'to when he was soon to follow. His mind was starting to become corrupted by Lebeth's desires, but he fought against them actively. He didn't like to be under the influence of another. Sometimes, when the Bronze was happy or positive, he welcomed it. But he didn't want to feel lust for another. It just wasn't right with him. Why did Jasra have to be so Faranth-damned gorgeous? Was she helping to cast some spell on him where Lebeth was failing to succeed. Unconsciously he was lifting his gaze to her figure again and having the briefest desire within him to be closer. He wanted to see her face. He wanted to see her love him, like a certain someone wouldn't. Yet he couldn't help but feel a little sick with himself all the while.
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Post by lesa on Feb 14, 2011 0:33:50 GMT -5
Unquestionably, this was going to be a challenge. The brown took to the challenge, took to the threat that flying through a storm would bring with the same drive he brought to saving his fellow dragons, the drive he was using to follow Izkeeyerdath. She didn't remember them, didn't remember the teasing challenge HisC'fael had offered to Hers that last weyrling lesson, the way she had taken up that challenge and shown her glory, as she was showing her glory again. He remembered in the hazy way he remembered much HisC'fael remembered, through the shared mind of a Flight.
Ansyth caught an updraft, wings open wide to catch as much of the helpful wind as he could, soaring up after Izkeeyerdath, trying to keep her bright ruby hide in his view through the black-gray clouds and white-blue lightning flashes. She was a sight to behold, when he caught sight of her, a flash of red compared to the flash of white-blue lightning. Determined wingbeats kept him moving now, carefully timed for maximum thrust upward and to not get lanced through with lightning. It was delicate work, more suited to the lithe builds of those around him, or the dance of hands HisC'fael performed on patients - it was that dance he called upon now, wings flickering and fluttering so as to not get thrown off course by a gust of turbulent wind. Not as hard as he feared, though not at all easy as he twisted and turned, dodging the paralyzing forks of electricity as he powered up through the storm. The lightning was drawn to him, as it was drawn to all the dragons, the moisture in their bodies a more effective recipient than the next cloud over. Still he made it through unscathed, bursting into sky that was shockingly bright and blue after the unrelenting gray of the clouds.
He was being measured, weighed by the scarlet goddess ahead of him, her body bright as her mind and tongue and temper were sharp. Just hoped he was being found worthy. Another clearly wasn't as Izkeeyerdath tore through the air after the black, ripping into his wings and back more effectively than any lightning strike. It was with an uncharacteristic sense of savage triumph that Ansyth watched the black plummet down, only as the tailtip disappeared through the roiling clouds did he feel any pity, any worry. It was C'fael who worried now, pulled from Ansyth's mind at the sight, his occupation's needs taking over. If Ansyth didn't win (though most, if not all of him hoped the brown would), then Syth could help bring Veejarth back in. At least as Cleo would know by now that it was Izkeeyerdath's flight she would be prepared for draconic injuries, as they were for all Red flights and most of the other female colors. It was unquestioning that there would be injuries during a Red flight, let alone how some of the greens (and Noyth) could be. The thoughts were set aside as C'fael tracked Amara's race outside with his eyes, only to snap back to Jasra the moment the door closed. She would be alright, Veejarth was alright, or he would be after treatment.
Far beyond the weyr Ansyth watched with cold amusement as the blue was fiercely told off before he soared over gold-tinged clouds, their gray color lightened in the bright sunlight. His goal, the shining jewel of red before him was even more beautiful in the light. This light was lost as she dove down amid the furious clouds, weaving through them with the grace of thread into cloth, or a Healer doing up stitches. He followed like metal tracked a lodestone, up and down, in and out, banking away from hot electricity, buffeted by the boiling, roiling wind. She arched up, up and up and he followed, knowing Lanith and Feeroneth and Lebeth were right with him. Cloudless windy sky fell under his wings as he rose higher and higher, chasing the reddest of roses, the brightest of flames. Just as the air began to get uncomfortably thin, she turned and dove, a flaming arrow to announce the start of war through the clouds.
He followed shortly after, wings tight to his body, tail whipping furiously once, twice, before being laid out straight, assured of his trajectory, forelimbs tight to his chest. The brown felt no pity as the blue was lightning-struck, falling hard and fast into the water below. The fall wouldn't kill him, there was no need to panic. Pain was pain, it would be gotten over, near forgotten in days. Even as his rider added another tally to the 'dragons needing Healing', Ansyth's thoughts were all for the chase. The steep dive tugged at his wings, thin skinned appendages wanting, wishing to open as the water drew closer and closer. Even if hitting it wouldn't bring death, it would certainly bring an end to the flight. The grey-blue liquid drew ever closer, threatening until the red snapped her wings open, hovering just above the waves.
Ansyth's bulk would not stop as easily as the delicate red or purple, wings thrown out sharply, the strain bright in his mind and muscles, though not as bright as Izkeeyerdath was in his eyes. He made it, if barely, tailtip momentarily engulfed in liquid before a twitch of wings brought him that much higher off the water. He was still in the race, still in the chase, still able to show Izkeeyerdath that he was worthy. It was himself, Feeroneth and Lebeth now. Brothers three vying for their sister. She would decide which of them she preferred; he wasn't about to make the choice easy on her.
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Post by hatori3070 on Feb 19, 2011 12:56:03 GMT -5
Fading, falling, lost in forever
Will I find a way to keep it together?
Am I strong enough to last through the weather
In the hurricane of my life?
Jasra felt a stab of guilt at the look on Amara's face as her dragon fell. He was badly hurt, she knew, but she had managed to reach Izkeeyerdath enough that he would be alright, with time. It didn't seem to matter though as that distant smile vanished and was replaced with a look of pain and hurt. Seeing that look on the face of the one she loved stabbed into Jasra's heart as a very real pain, as if someone had taken a knife and was now twisting it into her chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered as Amara fled to go to Veejarth. Iz was already moving on with her Flight, but Jasra couldn't get past what had just happened, no matter how strong her dragons emotions were in that moment. The look on Amara's face was burned into her mind and her brain was torturing her with it. Rather than face the reality of what had just happen, and the possible loss of her best friend, Jasra let Iz's mind swamp her own. She forgot herself and everything that had to do with anyone who wasn't Izkeeyerdath or her males. She no longer had any stake in the Flight or its outcome. It just didn't matter anymore.
I stand and fight
I'm not afraid to die
Bury me tonight
Izkeeyerdath ignored the drama unfolding on the ground. As if any of it had anything to do with what she was doing in the sky. She watched her males as three of them succeeded in following her, but noticed one leaving half-burned from lightning. It was the Blue she had allowed to remain despite her better judgment. Oh well. If he hadn't been able to dodge the lightning, she didn't want him anyway. The three that remained were all that mattered now.
Lebeth, the Bronze, who despite being more silly than she really thought a Bronze should be most of the time had done well. He had followed her nearly exactly the entire time, although she remembered Feeroneth had gotten ahead of him earlier. Feeroneth, her Purple brother with his handsome charm and unerring good looks. At times she had thought he was too absorbed in himself to be much use, too worried about appearances. Today he seemed to only care about showing her how good he was, and that was what she wanted. All of her males should only focus on her. The last was a Brown, Ansyth, another of her brothers. He had been the unknown but he had been a credit to her Flight, following and flying very well. She knew it was nearly time to decide. Her muscles were getting more and more tired as she flew in the rough air over the waves. Just a few feet from her, lightning struck the sea, sending a spray of heated water over her, scorching tiny burns into her hide. It was that pain that gave her an excellent idea. If any of these males could follow her where she was about to go, they would truly deserve to be her choice. The Red dragoness, fury of the skies, folded her wings once more and dove. Straight into the waves.
She swerved and dove, going deep into the water. She felt it move much as the air when she flew. It had its own currents yet was driven by the wind at the same time, making the swimming difficult and unpredictable. Iz remained under for as long as she could, swerving through the water, making them chase her with all their might, but it wasn't long until her lungs were screaming at her. They demanded air, so she shot to the surface and then into the sky.
It was time for the final climb, the one where she would choose her winner once she reached its peak. She was nearly spent, but she pushed her muscles to their limit as she raced into the sky. She would hold onto her day for as long as possible. The clouds enveloped her again and then she was above them, climbing higher and higher above the ground, racing through the sky to her absolute limit. Then she turned and watched her males, Jasra looking at their counterparts in turn, and she ran through them in her mind once more. All of them had done well. She had pushed them and made them fly through fire and water to win her. One of them had done better than the others though. Jasra's eyes locked on a man, Iz's on a dragon, and both went to their winners, ignoring the rest now that it was over.
Ansyth
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Post by purnip on Feb 19, 2011 16:26:26 GMT -5
Suddenly the Bronzerider was served with a slice of humanity--something he was just beginning to be in touch with these days. Jasra was genuinely sorry for what her dragon did to Amara's. So sorry, in fact, that she was still affected by it even with her dragon's lust running strong. He envied her for the briefest moment, just before he started to feel rather sorry himself. He couldn't blame her. If he had been in a similar position, he wasn't sure if he could have the same integrity to his own morals. He didn't really have any he could name before he practiced introversion.
Lebeth was hardly aware of his rider at this point, but because they were sharing minds, he started to wonder why it was so important to catch Izkeeyerdath himself. He wanted to make his rider proud, but his rider wasn't contributing to his desires. The Bronze could sense an absence there. Feelings of lust melded with those of support. It wasn't much of a stretch considering what sort of dragon Lebeth was. When the Red dove for the waves, he followed. When she dove into them, he faltered. He didn't expect her to actually go under them and suddenly became worried about her well-being. Overwhelmingly so, as his experiences with water were often terrifying with the lake deaths and all. It was storming, and the waves were crashing upon each other in a treacherous fashion. The Bronze hesitated no more and took a dive in, searching for that red hide in case he needed to save it. No more death. No more brothers and sisters gone.
He spotted her, just about to surface. It was only then when he realized how fatigued he was from swimming through those wild waters. He shot out, gasping for air. Back at the weyr, L'am had gone pale for a moment. He nearly lost his dragon, all because he wasn't focusing. All because he let himself be drawn aside by the weaknesses he carved out for himself. He reached out for Lebeth to become one with the dragon, just to see through this flight with Lebeth's safety in close check. The two were climbing after Izkeeyerdath, but the lust for mating was thinned and practically spent. The two just wanted the rest of this session to go without a hitch. They wanted order. They wanted this to end on, at the very least, a bittersweet note.
It had. Much to L'am's relief, the winner was of a different color. Lebeth peeled away from the flight with contented dismissal. He still had the same lust, but it was misplaced now--lost in a rabble of other emotions that were becoming more appealing. He flew strong and proud. Izkeeyerdath found her mate, and even if he wasn't the one, he was happy to have participated. He started to head back, utterly spent. It took a lot more out of him chasing Izzy than it took to chase Kalith, but this time he was really trying to win. Lebeth lost with grace though. He didn't put much weight into it. He could feel his rider's relief and was happy enough with such a warm thing to welcome him home.
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