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Post by Admin on Apr 1, 2011 23:57:59 GMT -5
How it all began, if truth to be told, Had a master plan, now I rule the world, Took 'em by surprise, worked my way up hill, They looked into my eyes, I became invincible.
Sonia sat on her furs, twisting the thin, fraying material of her pants between her fingers. Aimeth was asleep, even though it was only late afternoon, so she had retired to her own bed with her worries to wait. She had no chores to complete; her laundry sat in neat rows against the wall, ready to be put away. Drills were over for the day. Her green out cold, she let her thoughts flow freely though her mind. Her concerns was not for herself. Her foot was healed and her health was fine, better than it usually was as she'd actually put on some weight and been sleeping more. Her concern was for her dragon. Torn between sitting absolutely still and pacing, Sonia slipped quietly onto her feet, taking a few steps forward and peering out at her green. It was a subtle effect on the pale dragon, but the sign was still definitely there. Aimeth glowed in the afternoon light that filtered to her couch.
The greenrider had only noticed the dragon's subtle change in appearance yesterday. The green herself hadn't appeared to notice it at all; she seemed oblivious to what was occurring. Sonia would have found it adorable if she wasn't so worried about what Aimeth was about to do. She loved her dragon. She loved the psychopathic, sassy, temperamental beast with all of her heart. However, if there was one creature in all of Pern that she would ask Faranth to never make her see in flight, it was Aimeth, because she did understand the green better than any other person. The idea of a flight didn't truly scare her. What scared her was the idea of Aimeth flying. What happened when an amoral dragon who couldn't love a single other soul rose to mate? It was a question she couldn't answer, not for another bit at least. With a sigh, she laid back on her cot, legs dangling off the edge and bare toes tapping at the cold stone of the floor.
Before she realized exactly what she was doing as she lay there, Sonia found herself unconsciously drifting off to sleep. The last thought she remembered thinking, as she yawned despite a secret resolve not to fall asleep, was that her firelizards were conspicuously absent. They must have noticed when she did. She would have to thank them for not alerting Aimeth. She didn't really want to discuss flights with her dragon. With any luck, the green wouldn't rise for another day or two. Sonia was asleep after that, thoughts still full of flitters. They soon vanished, however, as she sank deeper and deeper into the black abyss of unconsciousness. Having never developed or enjoyed the habit of napping in the entirety of her life, she was normally a light sleeper. However, on that occasion, she slept deeply, if not fitfully, and dreamed. She dreamed of an ocean far from Dalibor and the bitter taste of salt on her tongue. She dreamed of falling.
On the outside, Sonia was restless as she slept, twisting and turning. Her brow was furrowed by some bothersome thought just beyond her reach and lips were parted, the two pieces of her expression in contrast with each other, one harsh even in the gaunt lines of her face and the other soft, depicting innocence. She murmured every so often, though her lips did not move and no words were distinguishable in the mess of quiet noises she made. It hardly mattered; there was no one listening. Aimeth slept like a log, showing no signs of stirring before she was ready. She would only awake when the time was right. If someone had been paying any attention, they likely could have guessed what was coming. Neither of the pair slept heavily most of the time, not since Aimeth had finished growing. The green rarely slept for extended periods during the day.
Several candlemarks later, Sonia awoke and sat bolt upright, one bead of sweat trailing down her cheek. She blinked and rubbed at her eyes, wondering what had startled her out of sleep. Her mind felt numb. It took her a moment to realize that she was merely late to the party. Aimeth was already awake, red eyes glowing in the dim light that filled their weyr that evening. Sonia tried to get to her feet before anything could happen, but she found herself inexcusably slow and the green nimbly rose on her clawed toes in the span of an instant. She spared her rider not a single glance, simply charging forward. Sonia tried to run to her, but the young rider skidded to a halt on the slick stone floor as Aimeth flung herself off the ledge of their weyr without a backwards glance. Rukbat hit her hide and she shone, all but white in the light of the dying day. Her killing day.
Aimeth hung in the air for a moment, part of her body threatening to rise, the rest threatening to dive. Lust boiled in her blood and she did not understand it. There was no place for it to go; plenty already rolled over Sonia, standing a dragon's length behind her and trying to grapple with it. However, all Aimeth knew was that she did not want it! Shrieking her indignation, she dove, descending on the feeding pens with savage intent. The beasts tried to escape her, but they had no place to run. She felled two of them with her forelegs, driving them into the ground. She landed roughly with them pinned beneath her claws, wings forgotten but still extended as she rammed into the soil. She tore out their throats. Finding no satisfaction in that, she tipped her bloodied snout towards the sky and roared her fury once more. Then she dropped her head back to one of the carcasses.
Sonia stood trembling on the ledge of their weyr, a waif-like figure. She found that her stress had evaporated into thin air, but it was replaced by waves of emotions far worse than she could imagine. However, despite her growing inability to control the exact behavior of her body, it did not make her weak. Aimeth's rage was her rage. For the time being, the rage was far stronger than the lust and the rage made her fierce. It made her strong, even as it put her at the edge of what could be deemed sanity. Blood! Blood it, Aimeth! She received a snarl in response, the physical answer nothing compared to the mental ferocity of the gesture. It threatened to break through the tattered shreds of her control. Blood! Blood! She did not need blood! She could have her fill if she wished! Blood or they will catch you! They? They! Males! Aimeth threw her head back in defiance. She did not fly for them! Savagely, Aimeth sunk her fangs into the first carcass and bled it dry.
Sonia closed her eyes as she felt blood roll down her throat, torn between not wanting to gag and not wanting to enjoy the taste that lay bitter on her tongue. She tried to block it out, but there was no separation. Aimeth tasted it, so she did the same. Being able to vaguely realize that the enjoyment of its flavor was not her own was the most that she could do. She did not have the time or the remaining foresight to consider what kind of horrible tendencies this flight might leave in Aimeth. The green threw away the empty body of the first herdbeast and set upon the second, placating herself with more blood. Eyes scrunched shut, Sonia stood there, waves of rage, lust, and a variety of emotions she could not comprehend as anything but Aimeth breaking across her. Her temper frayed and went sour. Then she opened her eyes, gazing hazily down at her dragon.
Aimeth finished off the second beast and tossed it halfway across the pen towards its living friends, sending them on a frantic stampede. They reacted to the blood, but they did not seem to like it as much as her. However, she had no time for them. She didn't care about them. She didn't care about anyone. Flicking her wings, left open from her descent to the feeding grounds, she removed what blood had stained them. Then she lunged into the air and brought them down in a merciless thrust, forcing her body, both full of blood and covered in it, off of the ground. She rose at a slight angle, hardly carrying where she went. She didn't need to get far from the Weyr; she merely needed to get higher. As she breached the rim, she paused. Blood still dripping off her muzzle and running down her neck, she roared once more, voicing her fury at everyone and everything.
Sonia roared when Aimeth did, unable to keep from voicing the fury that she also felt. She understood her dragon in those moments, not completely, but enough. Aimeth would never be like her and she would never be like Aimeth, but they knew how to be angry. They knew how to rage, so she screamed at the sky, her voice raw and so insignificant compared to that of her dragon. When their cry broke off, she crumpled for a moment, pulling her hands against her breast and hunching up her shoulders. Then she straightened and turned to face the riders who would be the source and the outlet for the anger her dragon gave her, lips pulled back in something quite close to a snarl and eyes set in a manner that made her look possessed. It seemed that Aimeth had been wrong all along. L'am wasn't the devil. She was. Too bad Sonia couldn't enjoy the irony of it. It wouldn't matter who came. Aimeth would let her love none of them.
In the sky, Aimeth still hovered. What was she to do now? Fly, her body urged her. Fly, her body urged, and don't let them catch you, her body replied. With a final hiss, she took off towards thinner air and a wider view of Pern. She did not look back. She did not think of her suitors, not yet, not like her rider. She was not concerned that she had waited, because none of them would catch her. They couldn't. She did not love them. The lust she felt was not for them. Perhaps it wouldn't be her killing day. Perhaps she would harm a single limb on any of their bodies. However, she could allow any to be mistaken enough to think that she cared. She didn't care if they got hurt. She didn't care if she hurt them. She didn't want them to come. With Sonia forgotten, Aimeth flew loveless. She had resigned herself to that fate; she embraced it with open arms. Nothing would keep her from going as high as she pleased, certainly nothing she couldn't simply murder.
No one can stop me for only I am in control, If you want me, you'd better contact my people, In my crown, I am king, I love their endless worshiping, I am raw, a dinosaur, but I will never be extinct.
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Post by veritas on Apr 2, 2011 1:12:54 GMT -5
They were flying, A'fel and Pirath, when something caught the blue dragon's attention. Something urgent. Something... deep.
Something that made the blue pitch into a steep dive. Steep enough that his rider, no stranger to daring maneuvers in the air, yelped and clutched at the straps. Shards, Pirath, you could've thrown me off there! What in between is going on?
The straps will hold, Pirath sent back with a mental snarl. I need to fly, and I need to do it without you or the harness in my way.
Oh, shards. It didn't take the rising tide of dragon-lust to let the rider know what that was about.
They'd done this before; by this time A'fel knew what straps he could safely loosen even before Pirath winged to a halt, clinging to the ledge of their weyr. Pirath was peering across the way, at... someone's weyr he didn't know. A woman, but, in the rising tide of Pirath's need, that didn't matter much.
And the furs that had felt so inadequate against the biting chill in the air just a few hours ago now threatened to roast him. He needed out of those, at least. Yes. Just like his dragon had too much encumbering him, so too did A'fel himself.
They'd landed just as the pale green had taken to the skies; stripping off Pirath's harness, tugging it out of the way, was a matter of seconds, and the blue took off again with a roar of mingled challenge and need. A'fel didn't bother hanging the harness on its hooks; there'd be time for that later. Right now, there were more... important things.
He'd shed the outermost furs, leaving only wherhide, by the time he re-emerged from their weyr. He loosened that as he picked his way across the ledges. Some small part of him was wary of the anger, in dragon and rider alike. But a greater part of him, the part that was Pirath, didn't care. This was Flight; all that mattered was the need, the instinct, the Chase.
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Post by purnip on Apr 2, 2011 16:11:20 GMT -5
See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline
The stage was set, and the band was nearly ready to strike up its first few notes. Unsuspecting, the audience could only pause as the sounds of wailing tears through the silence. Like a newborn stretching in the dead of night, it was so delicate and disorderly, with the lingering promise that such ceaseless chaos was capable of blossoming into something beautiful.
Or something that could conduct the very nightmares of one's dark psyche.
L'am could sense something was amiss. Like a man sitting in that very audience, he could feel the discord reverberating through the air, and it corrupted his mind like a head-cold. His memory that day was wretched; seconds after accomplishing a task, he forgot what he was just doing. It was as if he were waiting for something to happen, but he was not sure what it was. He had not noticed how quiet Lebeth was as of late. The Bronze was barely aware of what was going on around him. He only stood on his ledge with the greatest patience. During his drills, he followed his commands automatically, like a machine on manual. Whatever his rider wanted him to do, he did it without hesitation. Like the man he was bonded to, he was preserving his energy and keeping his ears open. Listening. He too could hear the orchestra of life taking up its first exercises. Dragons were better attuned to it. He knew what he was waiting for when his rider could only guess. Lebeth didn't want to share this piece of information. L'am would find out soon enough.
Rukbat was just about to settle, and so was the Bronzepair. L'am couldn't wave away the cloud that formed in his head, around his spirit, and tightly grasped around his heart. As he lie there in his cot, he thought of someone forbidden. He turned. He starting thinking of her again and turned to his other side. He was in remission, silly as it may sound. He was addicted, and he needed to fight this addiction before it destroyed him. And her. He decided to blame his sorry state for the day on this affliction, and it nearly put him at ease. He was drifting to sleep, weary from barely engaging himself all day. His dragon still sat on the ledge, staring out at the sky. He didn't look nearly as tired as L'am felt. Staring at his dear Lebeth, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
A candlemark later, Lebeth squirmed. His eyes swirled with purples briefly, but the color vanished and settled to blue again until he adjusted his position. Once again, he kept himself open. He smelt the air, tasted it, breathed it in deeply, and imagined himself flying for a while. Living. Soon it would be time. She wasn't ready yet. A part of him was apprehensive, but he couldn't help but rejoice deep down. She was Green. Green was the color of freedom, and life. Even if she had caused his rider harm in the past, L'am was able to forgive her. So it went to reason that he ought to forgive her as well. It was easy. He held no grudges. He wanted to support her instead, and help her. He wanted to shine for her so she could shine too.
He saw her first, before she even made a sound. Aimeth slipped off the edge of her weyr like the seasons warrior she was and dove at the preybeasts. She collided with one and took another that was unfortunate to be anywhere near. She took their lives with no consideration whatsoever. Lebeth might have been horrified, but he was a dragon with a mission. He was dead-set on pleasing his, and pleasing her as well. He was intrigued, and willing to spend his life trying to change her point of view. Life was beautiful, and she was very alive. How could he not admire that? The Bronze got to his feet. He did not plan on blooding. He remembered his past flight for a Green for only a bare moment before he forgot it. Only long enough to learn from his mistakes. He would not gorge himself. He needed to be lithe like those Blacks and Blues. He would never be as fast, but he had to try and meet them halfway. He hadn't eaten in a couple of days. Hungry as he was, his eyes swirled with far more violent purples than ever before. Eating was unnecessary. The beasts that would have otherwise died can continue to exist and enjoy their lives while they could. Lebeth was prepared to do the same. To share an enjoyed existence with his rider, he needed to catch Aimeth.
Aimeth's scream tore through the air, waking both dragon and rider out of their stupor. Just as the Bronze dove off his perch, L'am began to stir with sweat on his brow. Where was Lebeth, he wondered, sitting up to gaze about the room. He didn't need to note his dragon's absence to know. He saw. The fog of his mind was replaced with a vision of a pale Green against a blood-red sky. A familiar creature from the very moment she was detected. L'am tumbled out of bed and got to his feet, needing to see this for himself. When he reached the ledge, Lebeth was already making his way towards Aimeth, and a Blue by the looks of it. He got there just in time to watch the Green turn away from the males and fly towards the space beyond the sky. It was time, and a time he was hardly ready for. It was the flight he feared since Sonia Impressed.
Lebeth was fearlessly following her, tearing into the reserves of his endurance to make up for speed he naturally lacked. As much as he wanted to enjoy flying, he wanted to enjoy the victory of catching this monster. He roared back at her, challenging her with a proper power to his response. This wasn't the awkwardly mewling Bronze she first met turns ago. He was an adult now, and his motives were less naive than they used to be. He knew what catching her would mean. He was ready for it, and for whatever she planned to dish out at him. He knew she wouldn't go easy on him. The tear in his wing from his flight for that other Green was but the tiniest inconvenience. Relentlessly, he would pursue her. She was his only desire, for she was the only creature on Pern who could make his happy. Or was it her rider? No. Both! For he was two in one as well. They all were.
L'am wasn't wasting time as he had before. This was unlike any of the lust he felt in the past. It was a vendetta, and it released every emotion he kept chained up and carefully controlled. He was angry, determined, energetic, and eager at the same time. Eager to defy his rationality and take what he wanted despite the consequences. Who was he to be denied? He wanted her. Maybe he was a monster, but he didn't care. Not right now. He wasn't going to tear her limb from limb. He wasn't going to hurt her. He was simply going to tame her. Take her. Keep her. But if she resisted, what then? He might respect that. Among his emotions most restricted came love, and weakly it made its way towards the stronger and more matured. He would be civil, if not more than willing to try his very hardest.
When he entered her weyr, his eyes settled on her and no one else. A'fel was not there. Pirath was. But he wasn't chasing Pirath so he didn't acknowledge him in the slightest. L'amLebeth only had eyes for her. He didn't think he could be loved in returned, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to be. But he knew he'd be happy to have her. If she only cared a little, it was enough.
Feel my blood enraged It's just the fear of losing you Don't you know my name Well, you been so long
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 3, 2011 5:42:32 GMT -5
Argotath rested in the late afternoon light, soaking up the fading sunlight as he preferred. He was dozing lightly, with Bip curled up between his forepaws like some strange little cuddle toy. She rested up against his muzzle, deeply asleep. Within his weyr, his rider sat writing out a letter to his family back in Ista Weyr. K'var had several questions for them, most important of all being whether or not his mother was alright. Along with other news, K'shan's letter and gift of wine had contained news that his mother was ill. She had been a simple drudge in the Weyr, so she'd been able to take a direct hand in raising him and his elder brother. More unusual in his childhood had been his father's presence in his life, most weyrbrats didn't have that. K'nim had made a point to stop in weekly to check on 'his' boys and make sure they were well. It was something that had left a lasting impression on K'var's heart, and it was something that he vowed he would do if he ever had a child.
K'var had been writing a while when Aimeth took to the skies, roaring her fury. The sound startled him and Bip, and Bip vanished between.
Didn't you want to chase Hers, Mine? Argotath asked him, a slightly sarcastic note in his voice. K'var frowned. That was unlike Argotath. The Blue was usually a happy being, K'var mused. Then he felt it. Flightlust.
Who rises? K'var asked, a feeling of dread rising in his stomach.
Aimeth. The girl you thought was a kitchen drudge Lebeth's was beating is Hers, Argotath returned. K'var frowned.
And you let me think she wasn't a rider?! He demanded, blue eyes flashing in fury.
You never asked. Argotath stood up, roaring in response to Aimeth, spreading his wings.
DON'T YOU DARE! K'var raged at Argotath, rising to his feet. No. You're not Chasing this one, Argotath. We're not getting into that mess. She's damaged. I don't want a thing to do with her beyond giving her one of Bip's eggs once she clutches. L'am's a wingsecond. Same deal! I don't want to deal with him until Bip clutches. Stay here, love. Argotath turned and glared at his rider, traces of red whirling in with the lusty purple within his eyes.
I dare, Mine. Aimeth Flies. I Chase. How often have you Chased without my fullest consent? I let you because you need to, even though you have me. I need her. She will have me, because I am a Blue, and I am Argotath. And you will let me because I need to Chase. The dragon launched himself off the ledge and into the skies without another word, leaving K'var in the weyr to fume. The rider hastily pulled on a shirt and some boots, fighting the lust rising within him. Damn that dragon, he was right. Despite his misgivings about Sonia and L'am, he knew Argotath needed to Chase and sate his lust. He Chased every time a female rose, and still had yet to actually fly a Daliborean female. K'var secretly felt for the Blue, as he too had yet to have any real luck with the ladies. His most recent attempt had left him feeling like quite the ass, left him tasting the leather of his metaphorical boot as he inadvertantly shoved it straight in his mouth with his assumptions regarding L'am. He stopped fighting the Flightlust and gave in, letting Argotath's need draw him into Sonia's weyr. He paused, eyeing L'am.
In the skies, Argotath eyed Lebeth and snorted to himself. Stupid Bronze,he said to himself, shielding such thoughts from even his rider. The Blue was fast, and he was determined to show this Bronze why it was wise to stick to his own weight class. True, Lebeth was younger, but Argotath was more experienced in Flights. Losing Flights still counted, in his mind, as they taught him how to be more proactive in his motions. Even though he was still learning the nature of Daliborean females, he was sure they'd come to appreciate a strong-willed Blue like himself. He noticed the other Blue, Pirath, shortly after taking wing. That one was a direct challenge, he didn't even give the Bronze a second thought. Pirath had gotten a head start on him because of K'var's worries. This wouldn't do. He soared upwards, gliding on the thermals provided by the evening sun on the rocks of Dalibor below. They weren't quite as powerful as the ones of summer, but they would do. Oh yes, they would do.
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Post by Lan on Apr 4, 2011 15:36:43 GMT -5
While late in the day, it was not late enough for whers and their handlers to be waking up. So, when one particular new bluerider was awoken by one particular blue down in the lower caverns, he was more than a little bewildered. Still fairly new there, Physisk had made it clear he was going to try to meet and greet all the females he could. If he could have comprehended the idea, he might have been mad at his handler for waiting so long to transfer as he missed a red's and a gold's run. However, perhaps then it was better for his handler that he really was as dumb as dirt. He forgot things so quickly, so things were forgiven quickly.
This day, though, he felt something stirring. A roar that boiled the ichor in his veins and woke him from his fitful sleep. His gnarled head rose from where it had been resting on his stunted forelimbs, reflective eyes piercing the relative darkness of his and his handler's quarters. The blue was on his feet quickly, moving to the door to press his ear quickly against it. He flattened his face against the surface, trying to hear as much as he possibly could. It was not night yet. To go outside would mean pain for him. But there was another desire welling inside... the desire to chase. That roar was fiery and animalistic; it was a sound that got Physisk giddy with excitement whenever it graced his ears. So powerful. So strong. He pressed his bulk against the door and scratched at the floor as if trying to dig out. Claws met harshly on stone, and then Physicero awakened.
They had not been in Dalibor long... less than a sevenday, by Physicero's recollection. Surely not long enough for there to be a run going on right now? However, as the feelings spilled over from Physisk he wondered if maybe they had arrived serendipitously? Either way, it was far too early. Night had not arrived yet, although it was hours away. No wher, surely, would run in the middle of the day? Physicero blearily made his way to the door, blinking out sleep from his eyes as he stumbled over a lone shoe tossed away the day before. Without a word he pushed Physisk out of the way, he too putting his ear against the door to listen. No hustling and bustling. No sounds of wherhandlers converging on the female's rider. With slightly more force he pushed the great brute back further, opening the door a crack to peek outside. Physisk grunted plaintively, pushing against his rider's frame to try to get outside. Contributing bugles added to the fray, but to the wherhandler's ears they seemed much farther away than the wher's quarters. And there was something in the cadence that wasn't quite wher-like...
"You've got to be kidding me..." He shut the door with a forceful smack and removed himself back to his bed. Physisk didn't quite understand, though, and whined again as he scratched at the door. Physicero sat on his bed and stared at the wher, not exactly awake but not exactly ready to go back to sleep either. His hand reached up to rub his forehead, savoring one of the few moments when he really wished that Physisk was more like a dragon so he could understand better. "It's a dragon, numbskull... now stop that scratching!"
Physisk gave a whimper, tail tucking around himself as he sulked back to his couch. He circled around twice before lying down, although his eyes remained on the door and his mind outside of it. Dragon and wher did not matter... he felt the urge to chase! He could fly if he wanted to! But as the flight grew further away he settled down a bit more. He wouldn't sleep, but he wouldn't complain. Meanwhile, his handler tossed and turned in the bedfurs to try to get comfortable again. The chill of winter air still clung to him even after his short adventure from his bed. Slowly, though, his mind slipped back into unconsciousness and he was able to drift off again... although he would sleep fretfully until the evening finally came.
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Post by glee on Apr 6, 2011 14:37:24 GMT -5
Sarrasri lay on her sleeping furs, a cup of wine in her hand. She stared into the skies, lost in her mind but no particular thoughts. Being new to the Weyr she still spent most of her evenings alone, but with Tarvith at her side and wine in her reach she didn't mind. Maybe she'd take a stroll at the lake later, it looked so pretty and peaceful now that the snow covered everything. No, she'd take a stroll now! Meet people, get out of her weyr for Faranth's sake! With a sudden burst of energy Sarrasri jumped from her bed, set down her cup and was stopped dead in her track by a frightening, violent scream. Confused and worried she wondered if she should run outside and look when she suddenly heard Tarvith's calm voice, vibrating with anticipation. This is new. There's a Green singing. I'll Chase today. For a second she thought her heart might stop. She immediately stormed to him. "You've never Chased before, don't be silly! You're too young, get that nonsense out of your head. Wait for a cute pink, they're nice. They suit you better." Why did she say that? She didn't even know which Green was flying but that scream still resonated in her head and made her think of this Flight in fear. 'Really', she thought to herself, 'Who's the silly one, not trusting a big vivacious dragon to take care of himself.', but she didn't allow for Tarvith to pick up these thoughts. I'm strong now, Mine. I'll prove it. I want to show you that I'm not scared anymore, see? His eyes swirled with love for her and excitement for what was about to come, faced with so much confidence and affection Sarrasri had to admit defeat. "You're silly.", she repeated and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then took a few steps back. "You don't need to prove anything." You'll see.
Tarvith took off in the sky, timely with another Blue, but he didn't pay attention to his contenders, focused entirely on the Green in the sky. Her song had been so forceful and daring, he had known that his flight was for him from the start. It was just as much lust as it was challenge that drove him to compete with even a Bronze; the need to show not only to His but to himself that he was grown up now. That he could protect His. And he knew, instinctively, that his speed would serve him well in this flight. All the others might intimidate in size, but he would be the one to outfly her.
Slowly Sarrasri decended on the ledges, eyes cast on the sky. She hadn't felt Flight Lust before, but it was far from being as violent as she had imagined it to be. The urge didn't feel wrong, it was soft and exhilarating.
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Post by larkwing on Apr 8, 2011 19:53:46 GMT -5
In K'leb's new weyr, the blue rider was lounging on the bed humming a Southern tune. It was a cold day, cold but nice in comparison to the heat that was normal for his home. Panzer sat looking out the window, and his brother was curled up under His arm. For once the black flit wasn't moving around like a maniac. Sighing, K'leb brushed his hair back from his face and looked around the room.
In his cave Harlequinth had been dozing lightly. His nap was woken though as a wave crashed over the blue. Sitting up, the dragon marched to the edge of his cave. Outside a green had just fallen over her cave's rim and was spiraling down to the feeding grounds. Knowing what her beautiful, glowing hide meant, Harlequinth half flew half ran over to the doorway to His room. K'lebMine! Green Aimeth rises! I like her Mine. I will fly for her.
K'leb bolted up right at his dragon's words, the flightlust already starting to manifest inside his body. Oh, you've got to be kidding me Quinn. We just got here buddy. The blue pushed his teal head into the doorway and snorted in answer. I will catch her Mine. I do not care. The blue backed back out into his cave. K'leb groaned. "You don't even know her, you overgrown firelizard." Harlequinth hissed in reply and spread his wings. Hey! At least take me to her rider's weyr first.
Harlequinth snorted, but waited for K'leb to jump up onto the blue's neck. Alright now you can go. With a roar, the blue dove over the edge of his cave and set his sights on where Aimeth's Own lived. Touching down onto the rim, K'leb slid off of his blue and ran to the weyr. He wasn't the first to arrive, and maybe he wasn't the last either. Inside, Aimeth's rider stood, and K'leb instantly wanted her, and not just because of Harlequinth's flightlust. To him, the green rider was beautiful and amazing, perhaps it is partially the lust though...shards, what am I doing standing here? Shaking his head, K'leb averted his golden, brown gaze from the green rider until he was closer. Then, the blue rider caught her eye finally.
Outside, Harlequinth added himself to the chasers. Beautiful green I like you! See, if I am worthy of your liking too. The blue trilled happily. He swooped in past the slower bronze, making a move to claw his hide lightly and hiss at the larger dragon. Bronzes, they're much too like browns for my taste. Harlequinth surveyed the other chasers. A black, another blue, surely there were more. Ah, yes there they are. The dragon hissed in his mind.
Flapping his broad wings, Harlequinth flew near one of the blues. You shall not win easily, he hissed, his eyes spinning a dark violet. Turning his head to the green, he could tell that the female wasn't happy. Still, they all flew for one purpose, and that my dear is to catch you.
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Post by Admin on Apr 8, 2011 22:32:27 GMT -5
I've come, it's been fun but won't you please disappear, Something tells me you can't further my career, In my crown, I am king, I love their endless worshiping, I am raw, a dinosaur, I will never be extinct.
Aimeth knew they followed, as much as she tried to block them from her mind. She heard them roar, challenging her and posturing as if that meant something, and she could smell them, smell their sickening scent. She tried to push them from her mind, an act of good faith that they would soon fail to keep up, but she knew they were there, alert as ever. She spared the lot of them perhaps one look, maybe not even quite that, but for the most part, she focused her efforts on flying as quickly from them as she could. However, her attempts to ignore them, show them some small bit of mercy, would be wasted in the end, because one of them dared to speak to her. She jerked her head to look at him, a snarl on her lips, but she continued in an upwards direction. She would not be tricked by him and his lies. He would never be worthy of her liking, because liking was too much like loving. Only Sonia deserved any adoration and Sonia was not there.
However, Aimeth was willing to forgive him at first. She needed to fly, so he wasn't worth the effort. He angered her, of course, but not enough to make her care. Then he went too far; her forgiveness and mercy lasted all of two seconds. She smelled ichor. It wasn't blood; she knew the difference. It was ichor and it was not released by her! That ungrateful little wrong-gendered giant of a cyan! He'd dared to injure one of her suitors! While she felt no sympathy for Lebeth, he was suddenly in a class far better than the one Harlequinth occupied. He was a suitor, not something she wanted but an evil she could easily justify as necessary when her anger lay elsewhere. Harlequinth was no suitor. He'd said he liked her! Like he was capable of love! Compassion! Faranth, didn't he see the irony? Little liar, worse than her! Justifiable murder. Not even loveless, merely justifiable.
Despite her fury at what he'd dared to do, Aimeth continued to fly for a moment, letting her body do what it desired to do. She eyed Harlequinth, sized him up, as he flew towards another blue, still acting as if he was the one in charge of this flight. Many would call her rash, but she knew that one had to wait to know when to strike. Then he spoke. The overgrown cyan spoke! Aimeth was beyond words and she hardly cared for his. Dear! She was not his dear! She was no one's dear! None would catch her; why didn't he see that? She was the fury. She was the judge and jury, not him, because she was greater than lust while he wallowed in it like a sordid canine. Teeth bared, she tucked her wings into her sides without warning and dropped. She went for his wings first. She tore at them. How did he propose to catch her if he couldn't fly? Witless fool! Ponderous idiot!
Not wanting to lose her advantage, Aimeth dug her claws into his back when she was done tearing out his membranes. She was the trained huntress, a soldier born and bred. No other was as good a killer as her. Thread or dragon, it did not matter. Harlequinth had earned her rage. One could justify it, saying she was doing it in the defense of another, but in reality, he'd simply pissed her off. It was her flight. She didn't like it, but it was hers. He would find no mercy from her. Claws ripping at his hide, she snapped at his neck, intent on stripping the flesh from his bones. She did not intend for him to live. It was not a warning on her part. She would make him bleed. Killing him would not stir anything in her core or her heart; it would never weigh upon her conscience. No matter how much he struggled, she would not let go. She would fall with him. Sadly for him, it was not in the way he had hoped. She took triumph in that fact.
Sonia had no place to put her attention but on the men and single woman in her weyr. She shifted her weight from side to side, hands folding and unfolding; she had no place to go. Looking at them only served to frustrate her, even though it was the only thing she found herself able to do. She felt nothing for them; she thought nothing about them. The play in the sky was of no interest; it merely made her arms ache. A'fel, a bluerider of no consequence, the rider of a blue she saw but also found of no consequence. L'am, a bronzerider that filled up many of her memories, but the emotions bled from them, it left only anger and lust. K'var, another bluerider, one she did not recall, not then, because Aimeth did not. Sarrasri. A girl. Better, but not nearly good enough. Still merely a blackrider, so insignificant. So unimportant. All of them were a whole lot of nothing.
Then there was K'leb, another bluerider. He had been the last to arrive and Sonia had not noticed him before, Harlequinth's brief presence in her weyr removed from her memory by the play that was unfolding in the air far above them. Then he met her eyes and she stared back at him. At first, there was nothing, her unfocused gaze seeing him but her mind not providing any sort of response. Then the rage washed over her, the sight of Harlequinth, of K'leb, one and the same, attacking Lebeth filled her mind. She wavered where she stood, eyes dropping to the ground. Some small part of her told her to try to keep Aimeth from doing what she was about to do. It told her that she should shout a warning at least, but she had no words. She did care, but she found that she cared for the wrong side. The rage was too much. She couldn't squash it. She couldn't twist it or bend it. The rage was justified. The rage was right.
When Aimeth struck, Sonia also moved. Part of her wanted to lash out at K'leb, but there was a more suitable option that presented itself to her. She was so willing to accept the ichor that would soon stain the sky because there was a reason for it. There was someone to protect. She twined her body around L'am, peeking out over his shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and lay across his collarbone; her fingers dug rather savagely into his chest. He was about the only thing keeping her from taking out every ounce of anger and frustration she had ever felt on K'leb, so she clung to him, guarding him like a possessive beast. She looked like an animal. Her eyes were fixed on K'leb and her teeth were bared in a snarl, mouth just inches from L'am's face, her breath harsh and heavy. She felt like an animal, guarding a man that could just as soon become the next thing she wanted to kill. No, not quite kill, not on her side, but close.
Aimeth was enjoying ripping into Harlequinth, but the others were near and it wouldn't do any good to crash into the ground with him, as much fun as it would be to hear his bones crack and break. She kicked off of him, threw out of her wings, and darted out of his reach. She would not to be had by him. If she had to live a life like this, any loser but him would do. However, she would not give into her lust and the supposed wonders of the flight so easily. She dipped to the side, then she began to climb once more, ignoring her other suitors. Her only suitors. She glanced back only to look at Harlequinth, checking on her handiwork; he would not be able to pursue her. It would be disappointing on her part if he lived, though she supposed, for the Weyr, it would be good. Of course, she didn't much care about the Weyr then. She just wanted to fly, so off she went again.
Cause all your heads are gonna roll, I've made your misery my goal, So if you want survival, kneel on my arrival, For this is how I rule the world.
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Post by larkwing on Apr 9, 2011 7:30:00 GMT -5
Harlequinth saw the green coming. It was the only things he did see at the time, his focus had so much been on her. The blue tried to dive away from the claws and sharp teeth, but the female was much faster than him. His eyes, like hers, turned to a scarlet mixture inside of the violet. No! He screeched as his wings caught in her claws and ichor dropped from them. The dragon roared again in pain. He hated her, he simply hated her. There was no reason to chase now, only to survive.
As the ground kept crawling closer to the pair, the green went for his neck. It took everything in Harlequinth not to lash out at his attacker. These were her skies, he had over stepped some boundary. Looking up the blue hissed at the bronze which had no doubt started this all. Finally, finally Aimeth let her prey go and Harlequinth snapped his shredded wings out. The membranes were torn and bleeding, but there was enough to glide the rest of the way down. Landing in the bowl, Harlequinth gave another defiant cry up into the air.
K'leb cried out in pain himself as he felt Aimeth go for his blue. The new rider cursed and swiped at something that was no longer there. Looking up he saw Aimeth's rider, she was stalking toward him, a predator. He was her prey. Before she could though, the girl wrapped herself around another man. This was fine, he felt too much of his dragon's hate to care at the moment. Taking the opportunity to leave, K'leb slipped out of the weyr. Harlequinth! He shouted with his mind as he descended down further.
In the bowl....the blue's reply was exhausted. K'leb saw why as soon as he found the dragon. The teal hide was covered in ichor, and the wings were shredded. Harlequinth would heal, but it would take time. The dragon crooned as K'leb reached out to touch him. I hope she's done with attacking now. You might have saved one of their lives. K'leb replied, trying to be positive about the situation. I hope she kills them all, Mine. The blue spat. Rubbing the un-clawed hide gently, K'leb sighed. "Let's get you to a healer...I told you, you shouldn't have flied." Harelquinth dragged his hurt wings on the floor as he followed His, the ichor leaving streaks on the ground.
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Post by purnip on Apr 9, 2011 14:00:55 GMT -5
The King was greeted with little respect from his brothers, but he expected no kindness from them. He expected absolutely nothing. Lebeth ignored them--their taunts and their insults. Partly because they truly went over his head, but likewise due to his lack of interest in anything they had to say. Stick and stones and all that. He was no Blue or Black. He would never be able to match their speeds, but he didn't fall as far behind as a less determined Bronze might have. He was getting tired; a true sign that he was pushing himself to do what his color seldom did. Fly fast and short. There was no room in this chase for acrobatics, which was a blessing on his part because Lebeth was not at all gifted in that regard. He flew like a machine, without all the flowery expressions that only wasted the precious little energy he had for this type of flight. His eyes never left Aimeth, so the Bronze hadn't the faintest clue how many suitors he was competing against. None, as far as he was concerned. Lebeth strove to win this. He needed to for various reasons now, and he doubted that anyone else needed it nearly as much as himself and His.
L'am also ignored the other men and woman in the room. He knew they were there, but they weren't important right now. They understood. No one was ever quite themselves come time for a flight, only this time L'am felt more sure of himself than ever. Before, he fought Lebeth nearly every step of the way. He would have now--oh, if he only knew--but the Bronzerider was far gone. Had he any of his senses left, he would have remembered not long ago the oath he took. He had to let Sonia go and mind his ways. It wasn't good for either of them to be together. It was still a fact this afternoon. Nothing could change the man's verdict. But Lebeth provided promises of happiness and the light of it shone from a distance, radiating behind Sonia's graceful figure. How could he ignore something so beautiful when he spent many months--nay, turns--chasing it like the bright blue sky chases Rukbat into the horizon? He was at his weakest now, and very little of that rational and practical man L'am fabricated throughout the course of his life remained. This was L'am at his most pure, albeit most manipulated by feelings of lust.
The last suitor joined the chase, and he went out of his way to give the Bronze a most unwelcomed scratch. Lebeth's eyes flashed orange for but an instant, before he gave one hefty beat of his wings and dove away from Harlequinth without a sound. No hiss, no fuss. He didn't care for the Blue and he didn't care for the disrespect. He had plenty of that since he was born and he stopped caring about it a long time ago. In fact, he never did start caring. Lebeth was one of the few of his kind with a lacking in the vice of pride. He continued to dip into his reserves in order to rise again and keep up with Aimeth and the others. That was the last he thought of Harlequinth. For now.
When Aimeth turned, hardly predictable to face the Blue that gave Lebeth that rude gift, the Bronze only adjusted himself so he wouldn't end up flying off course. She showed interest in another Blue for a moment, but there was no change in the Bronze's expression there. He simply watched her, waiting. He knew there would be a moment where either he had to pounce or she had to choose. It was the only action he couldn't be sure of. If he tried to catch her now, she would surely want nothing to do with him. She wanted nothing to do with any of them, but soon she would have to choose. Lebeth knew that. That's what all the other Greens did. Aimeth wasn't like the others though. Unpredictable. It drove L'am's side of the mind into grievance. The same sort of unpredictable behavior Aimeth's acted on, on a regular basis. He calmly watched as she closed in on Harlequinth and attempted to make a mess of the Blue, whose color was nearly cyan from the looks of it. It was the second and last time he gave another suitor any special attention, only this time he actually seemed to worry for the Blue. He wished Harlequinth well enough that he would continue to live, for he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself for watching a comrade die. What he did was rude, but it did not deserve the penalty of death. He followed her as the two neared the surface, but Aimeth kicked away from the mangled Blue and swerved away from his descending form. Lebeth only hesitated to make sure Harlequinth was able to glide safely before turning away. Yes, he was fine. Of course he was. No flash of between. Now back to what mattered most. Back to what this day was all about!
He struggled to climb again at Aimeth's rate, but he pulled through with an ache in his joints that was otherwise foreign to him. Curse his kingly build. It would be his undoing if this flight lasted too much longer.
Sonia was just as much herself as L'am was, closing the distance between them to approach K'leb, only to cling to him like a perch and snap at the Bluerider. What was he now? Of interest? Or merely a shield in case Harlequinth's rider decided to strike? Either way, he breathed in the scent of her hair, hands beginning to move for her waist. But they stopped part way, hovering around her rather than upon her. She had to choose. So far, she was simply clinging to him, but L'am was unable to tell whether she did so out of fear, aggression, or love. Judging by her expression, the mid-former seemed the most relevant. He glanced over at K'leb, eyes unfocused on him, looking through him at Harlequinth and making sure the dragon was alright. Part of him was Lebeth after all, so part of him actually cared for someone else's wellbeing whilst the connection remained. Then he looked to Sonia, and all he wanted to do was take her away from here. How angry she looked to have all these strangers in her weyr. Both he and his dragon suddenly felt aggrieved. These others did not help. All they did was siphon the very happiness L'amLebeth hoped to achieve. There was only one way to settle this. They had to win. They had to prove themselves and leave the others to their shadows. L'am's eyes narroed on K'leb as he left. That gaze seemed to be willing the Bluerider to leave.
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Post by glee on Apr 9, 2011 14:56:27 GMT -5
Sarrasri made a little yelp as Tarvith's cold fear rushed through her at the sight of the fierce Green tearing into the presumptuous Blue that had just joined them, then quickly clasped her hands over her mouth. Was this too much for him after all? He stopped rising, beating his wings to stay mid-air and watch the pair of them plummet down, unsettled by the sudden prospect of getting his wings teared to shreds. Doubts filled him again, he didn't trust himself to live through this unharmed if he kept chasing her. It was too much for him! Sarrasri had been right, he was too young!
Her expression turned serious. Looking at Aimeth's rage-driven rider she slowly calmed both herself and Tarvith down, knowing that he needed her strength now. If she kept doubting her dragon, he could not belief in himself, so she lent him her confidence. The light-headedness she had felt from the Flight Lust had vanished. Tarvith had been right, this was not about mating, it was about demonstrating their skill. She felt nothing for the rider that let her dragon rampage like that, attack, draw blood... nearly kill. Was this a personal affair they had stumbled into? It was so hard to draw the lines, but Aimeth was not paying attention to the Bronze, so the reason the greenrider grabbed L'am was human. Still, hurting the Blue so badly, who knew if he would ever fly alright... They would show them their place. She watched K'leb leave, silently promising him that.
Letting out a wild roar Tarvith neatly retracted his wings to dart down on the Green that was gaining height again. Sarrasri relished feeling the powerful body she was possessing, the sharp air that bit into her hide as she gained speed. She felt strong. From the beginning he had known that even if Aimeth chose, she wouldn't choose him, so he would pounce her. Risk her fury. But the fear had vanished the moment Sarrasri had lost her respect for dragon and rider, he felt fueled by her anger and worries. And confidence in doing what he was meant to do.
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Post by Reky on Apr 9, 2011 23:30:56 GMT -5
The tension in the air was tangible that day. Eondith stood at the ready, back arched like a stone sentinel on the weyrledge, watching the green decimate her kill. He had had his eyes on her the whole time. R'fus knew what was going on, and he resigned himself to his fate for the day. He hung by the door, fingers resting on the handle. Eondith chased almost everything that flew. Flightlust routinely devoured the man, but instead of getting old, it only intensified his need for someone. Anyone. He was a creature of flesh just like his dragon, and he was ashamed of it.
Eon, he said, leaning against the doorframe. Do you have to? Right now? The man was weary. It showed in his voice and his posture. Eondith, however, knew that expression in him. He would sulk in his bed and get high after this, and a numb mind was bad for a burning body. The dragon turned around to fix R'fus with a piercing stare and an offensive stance.
I just want to lie down, Eon, R'fus said. He was met with fierce silence. Their eyes were locked like game pieces in check; neither moved nor made any sound. Then, Eondith heard Aimeth and her suitors in the air. He stiffened immediately, his insides flaring up with the fire of anger and need. R'fus had distracted him. He had missed her start. He was late. Every muscle screamed at him to leap while he could, but before he knew it, R'fus had latched onto his shoulder and dragged himself up to his neck. The screams had been argument enough; R'fus surrendered to the blue and moved quickly so as not to be left behind. He felt himself pulse against Eondith's neckridge as he leaned forward. It ached.
Eondith felt growls and snarls balling up in the back of his throat. He choked on them, pushing out of the small weyr and scrabbling quickly for the other ledge. Eondith's irritation was strong and forceful; he willed R'fus off of his body with only a passing thought, ignoring the rider as he stumbled into Sonia's weyr. Already, the blue could see events unfolding in the air above him and the caravan of dragons had made a frightening amount of distance. His silent roar of frustration filled up his chest like a volcano and spurred him onward.
R'fus moaned. Already he was growing hot with his want of Sonia. Eondith's emotions invaded his like a virus, replicating inside his train of thought. Want. Want. Heat. Want. Chase. Need. He stood far from the others, eyes fixed on Sonia at a distance. She was a wild animal. The danger and mystery was enough to get him addicted. He didn't care who she was or what she thought of him. All he wanted to do was have her for one night. Just one. This one.
The cold air kissed his hide with fangs as he flew. R'fus-Eondith was gaining on the others, flying at a speed that made his muscles cry. He didn't care about his bodily weaknesses. He didn't care what his buried human mind thought. He didn't care about what he thought, about Laemirath, or about anything else in the world. All he cared about was the burning lust he felt. He needed to satiate it. All he was was an animal, just like Sonia, just like Aimeth, infected with primal instinct. Already one of the chasers had been attacked and forced out of the running - Eondith felt no uneasiness at the thought, but rather felt encouraged. He could take the loser's place. He could fill the spot. Catch up. Catch her. All of his energy was conserved for flying and, silently, he did just that.
He was angry. He had been late, and now he came up to take Harlequinth's abandoned chance at Aimeth's body, but that was not the entire battle. His human eyes saw Sonia with L'am-Lebeth and jealousy lit up in his chest like a fire. He wanted to throw all the other men out. He wanted this animal to himself - this dragon and rider. He didn't care that all the others might love Aimeth-Sonia just as much as him. None of them mattered. Only this animal did. [/blockquote]
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Post by veritas on Apr 10, 2011 10:44:29 GMT -5
Pirath flew, all his attention focused on the green ahead of him. Beat after beat of his wings, he strove to stay a little ways above her, wheeling to follow her twists and turns. He paid little attention to the other males, and less to their posturing. Let them waste time and attention on showing off to each other; none of them would decide this Flight.
His wings flared when Aimeth whirled, sweeping in to punish one of her suitors. That suitor was not Pirath, and that was all that mattered; he flew on. He could still win this, win her; and so he pushed himself. Higher, harder, faster. He ached from the burst of energy he'd needed to catch up, delayed as he had been - but he ignored it, and flew on.
Back on the ground, it was another story. The scene playing out in Sonia's weyr was so dissonant to what was going on above - Aimeth's rider attached to the rider of a dragon in whom Aimeth herself was showing no interest, too absorbed in her rage, in punishing another of her suitors. The anger, the aggression, above and beyond any mating flight the bluerider had witnessed, never mind been a part of. All of it fuelled the misgivings he'd had from the start. Pirath's need still pounded in his mind, but as abruptly as the Flight had taken him, he was lucid again.
Get away, Pirath, he urged. The response was wordless - hurt, betrayal, anger, and through it all a deep and burning need. Pirath didn't care about how unusual the flight might be; Aimeth was flying, he was chasing, and that was that. A'fel clenched his teeth, straining to keep from being drawn back into the maelstrom. Something is very wrong here, Pirath! Let it go - I don't want you hurt, or worse! If Pirath got mauled like that other blue had been, from such a great height as he was struggling to maintain...
For a few moments Pirath ignored his rider, still straining to chase. But the clash of minds took its toll, made it hard to keep his wings in their proper rhythm. Each beat was a bit harder than it ought to be.
In the end, he was not swayed by his rider's arguments. But their distraction put him off his form, made him erratic, made him tire quickly. He should have had stamina aplenty; instead, he burned through it too fast, overcorrecting for each twist and turn. Even as the black made his daring bid to end the fight early, Pirath was falling back, and back - until he was far enough for the pull of the Flight to lessen a little, letting fatigue set in.
Frustrated, defeated, he let himself slow, let the Flight race on ahead of him. He finally spun off from its course, turning back to the Weyr.
A'fel sagged, the sudden absence of flight-lust leaving him dizzy. He kept hold of his jacket and stepped out onto the ledge, panting and sweating in the chilly air.
Whatever was going on in there, he was well free of it. Shards. Normally he enjoyed Flights well enough in the moment, but that...!
He picked his way back to his own weyr. High overhead, gliding lower with each breath, Pirath came down to join him.
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 10, 2011 17:15:55 GMT -5
Argotath growled low in his throat as Aimeth went after Harlequinth, exulting in her attack. He didn't care for the miscoloured blue, pride in his own sapphire hide ringing through his mind. He roared triumphantly as he watched Harlequinth fall, realizing quickly that this Flight with Aimeth was going to be one of his harshest in the twelve turns he'd been able to Chase. He would prove himself to His and the other Daliborean females this night, he knew it.
He felt K'var's worry in his heart and reassured his rider, his love, that he wouldn't outright provoke Aimeth. He wanted her. He wanted to win this flight, and maybe help K'var get another hatchling-child-thing. A quick, enraged thought from K'var drove that wish from his mind, K'var only wanted the child he was going to have at Ista. Argotath understood that His adored his family and while he didn't grasp that concept, he knew it was important.
He angled his wings and glided upwards, choosing to stay far beyond Aimeth's reach and just circle for now. He knew she knew he was there, and he knew she would fight him if she took a disliking to him.
The Blue another join in to take the fallen Harlequinth's place. Red mixed in with purple within his multifaceted eyes, rage filling him as his chances didn't increase. The Black, Tarvith, had the nerve to dive after Aimeth. Argotath paused mentally, gliding a bit to conserve energy as he weighed his chances. No, after Harlequinth being gutsy and getting taken out, the Black didn't have a chance. Then Pirath left, willingly, without being attacked! Was it his own choice or his rider's influence that drove him to that decision? Argotath decided he didn't care, that he would remain silent for now.
Argotath dove at Lebeth then, keeping his claws and teeth to himself. He saw what happened to the other Blue. He angled his descent to cut across the Bronze's path sharply, hoping to make the Bronze stumble in midair. He unfurled his wings shortly after passing in front of Lebeth at high speed, angling back upward steeply. As his gliding ascent slowed, he flapped his wings powerfully, ascending to a high altitude before he decided once more to glide. He just rode the higher skies then, keeping himself above the other dragons in the air. He waited patiently, watching Aimeth's every move. Surely Lebeth would leave the air soon, leaving him and the Black. Then he would make his move. He would show the warrior Green that there was another true warrior in the skies.
Within Sonia's weyr, K'var paced like a caged animal. Argotath's lust was driving him to madness, and like his dragon, K'var was calculating. Should he touch Sonia, or should he stay away? His own mind won on that count, warring with Argotath's lust, and he stayed away. His eyes raked over the young woman lustily and he nearly growled his need. He clenched his fists and turned away, hissing as his nails dug into his palms and drew blood. He wouldn't make a single move until Argotath did. For now, the man would stay still.
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2011 11:20:27 GMT -5
I am raw, a dinosaur, But I will never be extinct, So don't mess with me, I'll shoot you down.
While the males squabbled amongst themselves, trying to trick each other, and some dropped out while others joined into the bloody affair that was her flight, Aimeth had eyes for only one and she saw red, her mind as horrid as the brilliant shade that showed her lust and rage in her swirling eyes. She saw him coming. Did the little black think himself subtle? Quick? This was not his flight. It never had been. He should have fled when he had the chance, because she would show him no mercy. She watched him for a moment, watched as he darted down towards her as she practically surged up to meet him. Then she folded her wings, just like him, and threw her weight out of the way. He was close, so close, nearly her victor but merely a failure. She taunted him with a hiss. Then she flared her wings and surged towards him, ready to make him pay for his stupidity.
Back in the Weyr, Sonia tore herself from L'am, her mind turned to things other than protecting him without her consent or any proper stream of consciousness. If she'd actually had claws, her fingers may have left scars on his chest. As it was, her short, broken nails weren't much of a threat, not through his clothing at least. She seemed loathed to leave him, though all of her motions were stiff and choppy, ineloquent copies of what happened in the sky. She couldn't tell if she actually liked L'am or merely didn't hate him in that very moment. It was so hard to tell; she couldn't think. Besides, he was pushed from her mind, what there was of it left in between the lust, the rage, and her carefully cradled and protected sanity. Aimeth had herself a new target. Sonia did as well, looking briefly at Sarrasri. However, that time, there was no justification. No need to protect.
It took every inch of her willpower, every memory and injury, every moment of her life, to manage what she knew, or at least felt, needed to happen. She whirled, facing out towards the sky, eyes clouded, vision gone. There was no point in telling Aimeth not to kill. She didn't believe that cause. Some people deserved to die. Not many, but some. The world was a terrible, terrible place, so she urged the green to fly. To leave him be. Let him live just for the sake of living. Just for her. It would pain her later to learn than any of them had died, though she found it hard to consider consequences right then. Consequences? Hah! The best she could do was briefly spare one thought to how messy and inconvenient it would be. Her dragon could understand that, though she didn't exactly get it. She didn't mind being bloody. "Fly;" Sonia urged, not that she really wanted that either.
The effect on Aimeth was subtle. She still struck at Tarvith, aiming to drag her claws across his hide, but she made only one pass, flicking her wings and sailing over him. With only her front feet, she could merely get from the base of his shoulder to his upper back, leaving only six long marks if she'd gotten them down properly. They wouldn't even be deep, but she didn't particularly care! He'd still have scars he could use to remember her. Maybe next time, he wouldn't chase her or he'd at least have the decency to actually know what he was doing. She wouldn't kill him. She found herself without that intention, though she didn't know why. Someone had to live to tell the tale, she guessed. She didn't want them! She didn't love them! She didn't care about them! She didn't want them to chase; she didn't need them to feel pretty. She wasn't pretty. She was merely violent.
Two blues gone, one blue added, and one blue still there. The one black was gone, but there was still that bronze. It didn't really matter. She had three suitors left and they were all far too close to the ground. She needed to fly. Looking back to the sky, she once more strove towards it, driving her body towards some unreachable point. She ached and she strained, but that was okay. She didn't care how much it hurt; she had to go as far as she could, though she didn't know why. The lust still surged through her veins, even as she tried to push it from her storming mind. Her claws were stained green. Dried blood and ichor mixed on her muzzle and neck, the green dragonblood darker than her pale, glowing hide. She roared once more, cracking the layer of grim as she screamed up at the clouds ad surged towards them. Freedom! She wanted it and Sonia peacefully agreed.
Don't mess with me, I'll knock you down, Don't mess with me, I'll shoot you down.
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Post by purnip on Apr 14, 2011 19:39:06 GMT -5
Aimeth was diving at another, but Lebeth ignored the morality behind her actions at this point, favoring his unwavering dedication to please her. He was tiring quickly, doing things a Bronze normally couldn't. Though he was at the back of the group, despite all his trying, he kept pushing himself to catch up with the rest. He was falling steadily away from the flight. He didn't want to give up, but he couldn't play this game much longer. At the base of his wings, his muscles were tightening. Beating such massive wings and pushing such a volume of air under them at a quickened rate taxed his reserves. The desperation reflected in his eyes, but he remained so focused that he didn't consider taking leave.
L'am could feel it too, but with Sonia so close, he was able to ignore it until she pulled away. He wanted to reach for her and keep her close, but the pain he felt and the understanding that Aimeth had to make her choice kept him from stopping her. If he weren't so lost to the flight, he would have coaxed his dragon to throw in the towel. Lebeth was obviously in pain, and his efforts were nearly in vain. He was continuing to fall farther and farther behind. But L'am and Lebeth were one this afternoon. They wanted to try as long as they had any breath left in them, even if failure was the most obvious outcome. L'am stood, gazing at Sonia intensely, seeing Aimeth in the sky and the other suitors fairing far better than he. If his dragon had the more common spirit for his color, Lebeth might have pushed the others out of his way, but the Bronze was a gentle giant. He wanted to win the right way--the only way. L'am couldn't have been more grateful for that now.
They were close to the ground, shortly after Aimeth tore into the Black that joined the chase. When she shot upwards, Lebeth had enough space before him to fly towards the sky at a safer angle. His shoulders and back suddenly tightened as he ascended and he gave a short, sharp cry. His form seemed to contort as he struggled to stretch everything right again before he tried to maintain his placement. He fell much farther behind because of this, and to top it all off, he was now injured. Lebeth whipped his tail as he attempted to put more power into his ascent, but the pain was likable to a sprain. Every wingbeat sent a strong pain down his back.
The pain struck L'am simultaneously, momentarily booting him out of his trance. Lebeth was hurt. He was trying to fly Aimeth and threatening to run himself into the ground at this point. "Drop out!" He didn't care whether or not his shout was audible to the rest of Sonia's guest. Or Sonia herself. Lebeth, you're killing yourself!
The Bronze roared out, refusing to listen. I musn't! I'm fine! I must win her, Mine! For us! Lebeth strove for this, but his sprain cut his ability to catch up. He was being left far behind now. Aimeth was nearly a speck in the sky. Still, he refused to give in. He started to slow down, but his eyes still bore into her tiny form.
L'am's face flushed, plagued by a plethora of emotions he often dealt with by keeping them caged. It was too much. He was putting far too much at stake here. "Please...I can't have her--I won't lose you too," he begged. It was but a whisper though, and a strong cry from his mind. His eyes even began to grow watery with tears as he stared into the sky, through the walls and what looked like oblivion to those standing around.
Lebeth could feel this plea.
So he began to slow down until he simply tagged along the end of the flight like its chaperone. He put no more unnecessary strain on his shoulder, but he was as good as through. There was no chance of Aimeth turning about to choose a lame dragon. If Lebeth wanted to make his rider happy, his own safety had to be assured.
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Post by glee on Apr 15, 2011 4:48:30 GMT -5
A wild curse formed in Sarrasri's head as Tarvith rushed past Aimeth who so easily avoided him. Had he been more experienced, he could've taken advantage of her arrogance! Hurriedly he beat his wings to stop his decent and turn around again, even as they already knew that this was the end of their Chase.
Hot pain surged through Tarvith's back and he cried out in fury and terror as the claws ripped easily through his thick hide, drawing blood. All the energy he had drawn from Sarrasri's anger faded and was replaced by his fear again, so that it took a few seconds for him to realise that Aimeth attacked no more than this once, already ignoring him. Another sting, knowing how little effort it had taken her to attack him. How could he have ever thought he could do this? Why hadn't His held him back, she should've known! She had fed him to this horrible, violent creature! Disappointment, self-doubt and a lot of hurt pride mixed within him as he quickly retreated from the sky, not bothering to cast the briefest look at the remaining dragons flying above him. He just wanted to curl up in his weyr and be left alone, so he ignored his rider's urges to come down to the infirmary. He didn't want to see her after he had disappointed her so much.
Sarrasri gasped as she felt the sympathetic pain, then gnashed her teeth in anger. This was too much! Her protective instinct kicked in, not so much because of the physical but the mental pain this woman inflicted on her precious friend and where Tarvith didn't manage to attack back Aimeth, she moved in on Sonia to throw a punch at her. It was then that the chaotic flight lust she had felt drained from her abruptly and left her dizzy for only a short moment, but long enough to stop her from delivering the blow. She just stood there, staring at the entranced greenrider and slowly lowered her fist. 'Come to the infirmary, love, I'll see to it!', she silently urged her dragon but received no answer. Cursing under her breath she turned on her heels and hurried up to her own personal weyr, more pressing matters at hand than this wretched woman and her horrid dragon.
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Post by Reky on Apr 15, 2011 9:48:19 GMT -5
Almost as soon as he had caught up to the train of wings, another blue dropped out. It was something Eondith only gave a brief thought to; it was one less male to worry about, but he wasn't going to try and figure out odds. All he had to do was fly. There was nothing in his body that wanted to think anymore. He had made up his mind that he wanted Aimeth's body, and he would hold to that decision if it killed him. More and more dragons were falling back. He smelled the scent of ichor on the wind as the green tore into Tarvith and the black, too, disappeared from his line of sight.
Slowly, he was worming his way closer to Aimeth. Maybe it was just relative, as only he and Argotath were now anywhere near her, but nevertheless it filled him with a sense of confidence and he drove his lusty body forward. Rather - he drove it upward. He had tunnel vision for Aimeth alone. He saw her bloodstained form angle toward the stratosphere, and he adjusted accordingly. All he saw was the green, but he sensed and heard Lebeth fall back. So many of them were cowards, dropping out from simple wounds or wary feelings. His teeth were bared in a snarl. Cowards did not belong in the sky. He, however, was not such a thing. The thought of Aimeth's claws in his flesh sent shivers down his spine, but he would endure it. The angle at which he had to twist his wings to fly vertically was awkward and painful, but he muscled through it. The only way to win a dragoness who didn't want you was to be persistent.
She didn't want any of them. He knew that. He wanted her, though, and her body needed someone. He didn't bother with trying to woo her. That's not what he was here to do. He wasn't here because of his rider, or because he knew her from before. He was just here because of his lust, which came in response to hers. His only goal was to be able to satisfy them both. Such a simple goal, though, came with intense drive. As liquid fire coursed through his veins, he fought the upward battle Aimeth led him through. Her roar shook his bones - but it wasn't like he wasn't shaking before.
R'fus had closed his eyes. He knew that Sonia was still there, somewhere deeper in the weyr surrounded by K'var and L'am, but all he could see was what Eondith saw anyways. The interspersed flashes of the sky and the woman were disorienting. Flying through the air was a release. He could feel the excess heat of lust blowing off in the wind, even though his physical body wasn't actually there. As soon as one wave of emotion was cooled, though, another one welled up inside of him. The want was neverending. All he could do was channel it into his winged self and climb that sky like his life depended on it. In a way, he really felt it did. If he didn't do anything with this energy, he would explode.
Eondith kept hot on Aimeth's trail. When she leveled out again, if it happened, he would readily follow, resting his screaming back. If she didn't... then he didn't either. He was prepared for whatever she threw his way. By now, he was mindless in his actions. They were all automatic while his consciousness was distracted. He kept imagining Aimeth's claws and her hot breath on his hide. In the weyr, R'fus shivered, and urged Eondith onward. [/blockquote]
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 16, 2011 4:07:21 GMT -5
Argotath's wings burned. He knew the feeling well, remembered it in the back of his limited memory. It was the burn of failure. The burn of unsated lust. The moment he felt it, the Blue got pissed. How dare His get in his way and prevent him from flying immediately? How dare these other dragons impede his path? He set his sights on Aimeth and climbed, higher and higher, his wings and back burning more painfully with each passing stroke.
Yet the Blue did not falter. He needed Aimeth, almost as much as she didn't need any of the other males. Tarvith was gone, taken down by Aimeth. Lebeth was flagging, his size his own enemy. The Bronze wasn't out, but he wasn't a threat to Argotath's success as far as the Blue was concerned. That left Eondith. Eondith was a late-comer to the Flight, and fresher to the Chase than he. In that moment, Argotath knew he needed to make his move. It was now or never, if he was going to win this Flight, and he would be content with whatever end came of his daring. He climbed higher and higher, then pulled one of his wings to his back and turned. In the back of his mind, K'var screamed, begging him to leave the crazy Green alone, to come back to his weyr and not chance leaving His. Argotath ignored him for now. Later, he would soothe His. For now, he was burning with desire, and he needed to take this chance.
He aimed himself straight for Aimeth, opening his wings at the crucial moment to avoid a dangerous collision, trying to wrap his limbs and tail around the green. If she moved, he would fail again, and he was aware of that. In his heart, he hoped she would not move.
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Within Sonia's weyr, K'var had fallen to his knees, struggling with his dragon's mind. Argotath was so determined to win this Flight, it blurred his reason. K'var was so determined not to bed Sonia, it was amazing he didn't break Argotath's stride. Sensing Argotath's intent, he moved closer to Sonia, finally giving up and fully succumbing to his dragon's will. He reached out for Sonia, growling low in his throat, ignoring L'am completely.
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Post by Admin on Apr 16, 2011 4:55:03 GMT -5
Show me sex appeal, get on your hands and knees, Forget about the meal, it's best to keep me pleased, Imagine, if you will, our meet on the block, I've got time to kill, so how about a quick fuck?
Aimeth continued her flight, ignorant of those who pursued. She knew they were there; she even knew that one was lagging behind the others. However, it didn't matter. It mattered less than before, because she was beginning to slow as well, her body straining to continue an ascent it should have ended moments upon growing moments before that point. It hurt, though she liked the pain better than admitting that there was any other option. She wouldn't stop! Her body told her to fly, so she flew! Her wings ached; her back ached. Her health, training, youth, and ungodly determination were what kept her in the air. Light shone down through the membranes of her wings, the slight overcast growing thinner with her ascent as Rukbat set itself upon the horizon. She looked white, all but white except for where the blood and ichor coated her slender, straining body.
As she began to lag, her endurance gone, Aimeth focused on staying ahead of the males. They preoccupied more of her thoughts and less of her attention. She did not want them! She did not love them! However, she was barely maintaining her lead on Eondith and Argotath. She certainly wasn't prepared for an attack; she'd wasted energy removing Harlequinth and Tarvith from the chase, giving them precious scars they could use to remember her. When Argotath made his move, she saw him coming too late. She did see him, filling up the corner of her vision and blocking out any sign of Eondith. She turned with unusual slowness, wings no longer so willingly obeying her. However, still full of pride and anger, insulted by this gesture of his, she threw herself forward, intent on meeting him full force. She would kill him. Same as any, she could kill him, even if it killed her.
Aimeth's claws sunk into his flesh as his tail twined with hers and their wings entangled themselves in a violent collision. She dug her talons into his hide, tearing through it, drawing ichor without any thought to how it might hurt him or injure him. However, she was forced to admit, as gravity took effect on their bodies and dragged them down, the flight was over and Argotath was her victor. At least he had guts and enough good sense to actually use them. She kept her claws firmly lodged in his flesh as they fell, though she did not struggle against Argotath's hold. The lust overwhelmed her, not completely replacing the rage but engulfing it enough to soften her actions by the slightest of degrees. There was no love between them, but the needs of the body were fulfilled. Bloodily, of course, and savagely, as was only fitting of her unsympathetic nature, but the needs were satisfied at least. She'd reach an understanding with him.
Sonia was ignorant to her surroundings. She felt Aimeth straining and flagging; she was one with her dragon, her own will added to that of the striving, illogical beast that tore through the sky without any proper destination. Her mind only formed the barest of memories that she would be able to be recollect later. There was a twinge of sympathy for Lebeth and L'am, more than for Tarvith or Harlequinth in truth. He was still there, given the third presence in her room, duly noted in her muddled mind. He was still trying and probably in pain if her own physical state suggested anything. Her jaw clenched. Pain! She was better than pain! Any who would catch them had to be! Her vision and senses haywire, lust and want, still not yet placed, running rampant through her system, her thoughts follow no path and formed no concrete threads. She was slipping, slipping . . .
Sonia whirled and lunged at K'var, so conveniently located, as her dragon was caught. She wasn't sure if she was trying to kill him or jump his bones. The emotions and feelings of the situations were all mixed up in her head. By the time she rammed into him, however, her mind was rather made up. Her dragon had given into the lust and so had she, at least as much as she could with a great deal of unadulterated rage boiling in her meager human blood. There was a hiss on her lips as she collided with K'var, a tiny but volatile mass of brittle bone and wiry muscle, but it was silenced as she jammed her lips against his. It wasn't so much a kiss as an attack; there was no romance in the air. She tore at his clothes as she clung to him fiercely, shoving him towards the wall. Or furs. Or anywhere. There was no thought put into the process; it was simply going to get done.
In my crown, I am king, I love their endless worshiping, I am raw, a dinosaur, I will never be extinct, Don't mess with me, I'll shoot you down, Don't mess with me 'cause all your heads are gonna roll.
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Post by purnip on Apr 16, 2011 12:26:33 GMT -5
Lebeth watched the two Blue specks above gain in on Aimeth, and he knew she still wanted neither one of them. Though the Bronze had fallen far behind, he could feel them all, though he ignored the males just seconds ago. Now he had all the time in the world to bear witness. He wasn't taking his failure too hard. If anyone knew how to recover from defeat, it was certainly he. He looked for the sake of his own fading lust, care, and curiosity. L'am, who was still a part of Lebeth's mind, only had one reason to keep on fighting for a peek. If he couldn't have her, he knew who ought to win her. Eondith. That was what he was willing to settle for. Choose Eondith and all will be forgiven. He knew who Argotath belonged to. He knew that despite being a good man, K'var was an idiot. Or perhaps that was the spite talking. Right now L'am had plenty of that.
As he surged on, clearly out of the running, Lebeth's eyes flashed when he noticed the sudden determination radiating off of Argotath. The Bronze gave a hiss and tried to push himself again, but his sprain ached in sharp protest, effectively locking him down like the sorry beast he was. He roared out when the Blue made a dive for the unsuspecting Green, with the gall to take her without being chosen. Well, no doubt every male in the flight weighed that option, but it was common courtesy to allow the female to choose. As Aimeth first tried to fight Argotath off her, Lebeth ignored his injury and let his adrenaline give him a second wind. He would push that rude Blue clean off her! He had no right! He cheated! He cheated!
L'am was thinking those very same thoughts. In fact, they were his to begin with. If it were Lebeth alone, the Bronze might have resigned with temporary bitterness, but his rider's would not last so little. Back at the weyr, he was gritting his teeth, fixed in a snarl, staring at K'var and ready to tear into him for his all too forward approach. It was his turn to be the fool. No one would blame him, right? Emotions were such dangerous things. They drove L'am to spite, hatred, and violence. But he hesitated. Not by any will of his own. He simply thought of Sonia. If he attacked K'var over this...
But why should he care? L'am was giving her up, wasn't he? But to K'var! Of all people!
He tore his eyes off the two and swept out of the weyr, with a haste that would have turned heads if everyone wasn't so vastly engaged in this pretty little flight. Lebeth also calmed and made a turn towards home. It was going to be hard to recover from this, but the Bronzerider was so very good at assuming any face. No one would be able to sense his inner turmoil after today. She warned him about this. She even used his name. Was it revenge? He couldn't help but think of it. He could still feel the warmth on his skin where she had perched on his chest. He needed someone--anyone--to hold right now. It wasn't like him, but neither was this avalanche of emotion. Suddenly he wanted no one to touch him. He simply wanted to retreat to his weyr and let this all blow over before he did finally did something rash.
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