Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 11, 2011 16:54:02 GMT -5
Was it possible for a dragon to be both tetchier and sweeter at the same time? Hydeth had proven that, yes, it was possible. One moment she was raging and the next she had wrapped herself protectively and lovingly around Je’kyll with a few violent suggestions. In all honesty, Je’kyll didn’t mind. He knew that she would probably Rise soon and was very well aware that their neighbours were at a similar stage in the turn.
He, like many other riders of a female fighter, had mostly confined himself to his Weyr. After the first Threadfall and subsequent ones, he had felt rather inclined towards remaining in his Weyr regardless of his dragon’s mood. In all honesty he dreaded the moment as he had all of Hydeth’s previous Flights. The moment when, more often than not, he awoke next to some stranger and the Post-Flight ritual began again.
He looked up from his studies at the form of the pink, sitting at the entrance of the Weyr in an agitated way. Sighing, he got to his feet just as the dragon turned her head to gaze at him intently, eyes swirling red.
Hmm….
It was as though she wished to tell him something but couldn’t figure out how she might articulate it. He watched her calmly until the emotions welled up within him. Anger, lust, happiness… All of the emotions Hydeth was feeling were suddenly a part of him. Je’kyll barely even noticed as Hydeth suddenly lept from their Weyr in a rage and descended upon the feeding pens, tearing into several hersbeasts but only draining one of its blood. The others she merely left dead on the ground.
If they do not chase me I will hunt them all down and tear their wings from their body. We shall not be ignored. I do not need to announce myself. They must know that I am Flying. Be aware Je’kyll, the skies will soon be filled with the glory that is me.
With that she leapt into the skies, doing a lap past the Weyrs and then heading out in glory. Je’kyll ran to the door of his Weyr and, with what little mind he had left tried to close the door and bar it. Unfortunately, he was a little too late as his mind melded with his dragon and the rider went rigid, standing alone in his Weyr, waiting for the inevitable.
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Post by matsi on Oct 11, 2011 20:02:27 GMT -5
Lanith sat by the lake, waiting for his to meet back up with him, his eyes on the sky. The flits danced around him, but he didn’t see them. He was waiting. He knew the “schedule” of every important female in this weyr, and he knew that pink would be flying soon. He could feel it, so to say. So he waited, watching for her hide to drift past towards the feeding pens.
Better hurry, H’to. He hissed loudly into the mind of his rider. There was no question returned from His, just the rushed feeling from him understanding.
Even as his rushed back out from where ever he was, Lanith wasn’t sure where he had been, Lanith watched the pink land in the feeding pens, his muscles tense, ready to take flight. H’to knew who’s dragon it was, so he, without even touching Lanith, was off in that direction, adjusting the bandage over his right eye.
Lanith waited for a moment longer, stretching out his scarred wings and moving his neck. Then, the moment the pink took flight again, the blue leapt into the air and growled to himself. Debris blew around him as his wings pushed air to the ground, but soon, he was too high for anything to touch his radiant blue hide. As he lifted higher into the air, he started towards the pink, and before long, was moving with speed after her. The chase was on, yet no look of concern was in his face. Nope. He was Lanith the blue after all! His eyes danced with various, intense shades of purple as he moved after the pink.
Once in his position for pursuit, he let out a lusty warble to the pink. He was her suitor, and he would be the best one at that. This, he was sure of.
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Flights were something that the pair didn’t touch up on often, if at all. Ever since Mem’s flight, Ayarth had been pleased with himself, and didn’t seem to have eyes for any other dragon but that bright green. Azra didn’t complain, of course. She was fond of Lin, and thanked Ayarth for forcing that meeting, but was thankful that he didn’t push her into any other awkward situations. After all, Mem’s flight was awkward enough for the shy little black rider.
Yet, what Azra didn’t know was that Ayarth was getting antsy. The want for the thrill of the chase was beginning to boil in his wild veins again. He didn’t care about the winning so much, but the thrill of the chase. The idea that he could fly better than all of the others. It was like a drug to the black. So, when he watched the pink fly over head, he growled as purple and red began to dance like wildfire in his eyes.
Azra, whom was oiling his back stiffened and looked at the black, fear stricken and surprised.
”No…Ayarth. Please. No. T-think of Lin and Mem…Ayarth please!” Azra pleaded as she hobbled off of her dragon, for her leg was still tightly wrapped from her thread score. The black himself was still scabbed all down the left side of his neck and his left shoulder, and clearly stiff, but it didn’t seem to faze him as he stood and stretched his black wings.
This is practice, AzraMine. Think of it as such. Mem will be mine again, but I must train to be better. This is my training.[/I] With that he let out a roar that shook their little weyr and took flight. Azra was terror stricken for a moment. She didn’t want to look at anyone else like…like they were fresh meat. Not that Lin was fresh meat, but…GAH! With the lust running through her mind, she started to get confused. There was no fighting it, she silently sobbed as she grabbed a jacket, threw it on, and rushed out towards the weyr of the pink rider. Sharding Ayarth.
Ayarth didn’t have such regrets, though. As he flew, his scabs tore open, allowing few specks of ichor to leak out, but his mind was elsewhere. He could see the pink, followed by a blue. Ahh, that blue, he had seen him before. Ayarth roared out again, challenging the blue, but pushed himself harder. The chase was surely on now.
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Post by cy on Oct 11, 2011 20:03:02 GMT -5
[/i]... but like the energy that had filled him while hovering in formation for the silver strands to fall, he could feel that primal urge floating up in his bones. And Hydeth really did look quite lovely... E'ra barely had time to glimpse up to his dragon, curious about the feelings that had suddenly swept through him, before the yellow was lifting up his bulk and shooting off from his ledge, claws scraping at the stone and wings snapping aggressively to push himself into the sky in quick pursuit. The rider wasn't entirely positive of his feelings about flightlust. It was a necessary evil for a boy raised on romantic ideals though, something he had no real choice in and, to an extent, neither did Ocouth. Either way, being smack in the middle of it all was hardly the time to start dissecting his thoughts and opinions on the matter, his consciousness smoothly taken over by his lifemate without fuss and the yellowrider was heading out of his weyr to someone else's. Ocouth released a deep bugle as he fell in line behind the pink, announcing himself as he gave chase. 'Lovely and magnificent Hydeth, Ocouth will prove himself to you~' He sang. Even in all of his vanity and fabulousness, he knew well enough that it was the female that owned the spotlight during those moments of flight. However, he was certainly fabulous enough to share that spotlight and she would surely see that![/ul][/size] |
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on Oct 11, 2011 21:03:29 GMT -5
She had settled on her couch and hardly moved for the past few 'marks except when she had to. Not only that, but she was edgy, snappish as always but worse. X'mor had sat watching her for some time, acutely aware of the fact that Nameleth was nowhere to be found. The firelizard wasn't bright, but she knew when it was time to clear out. And now was that time.
Laemirath stirred, issuing a low rumble as she raised her head. Her rider, leaning back against the edge of his desk, tilted his head at her and raised a brow. "Are you ready yet, or are you going to spend the next few candlemarks sitting around here growling at me?" He spoke in a conversational tone, but the green responded as if it had been an insult. She bared her fangs in a snarl, rose menacingly to her feet and lashed her tail before turning wordlessly out towards the ledge. Broad wings rustled, and then she simply sprang out into the open air, screaming a challenge to the Weyr. She jackknifed, arched, shot down towards the feeding pens and yanked a herdbeast into the sky with her. It took a simple maneuver to tear the creature's throat out and drain it before she dropped the carcass and streaked once more into the sky. No more blood was necessary. Her urge was to fly, and only to fly!
The pink who lived in the weyr closest to her had taken the same urge, apparently. Laemirath had not been paying attention when Hydeth leapt from the ledge, but now she shrieked to the other female and spiraled on a track parallel to hers. I fly with you, she announced simply, and then shot up towards the clouds. She would have suitors. She knew she would. Hydeth could keep her males. Laemirath did not want them. She didn't want them anywhere near her -- not yet! Not the blue, the black, or the yellow!
She beat her wings harder, seeking to climb high into the sky. Let them chase if they were brave or stupid enough to follow her. She wasn't going to wait for fools.
Back in the weyr, X'mor heaved a faint sigh. At last his green was flying, as he'd known she would have to. He moved into the center of his weyr and turned expectantly towards the entrance, waiting for the first of the riders to arrive. There was no fear of Flights in him -- the worst that could happen was he'd end up with a man. If he had good fortune, that wouldn't happen, and besides, neither option was particularly unappealing in the light of the dragonlust. It was a Flight, and he was used to its rules by now.
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Reky
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Post by Reky on Oct 11, 2011 22:39:21 GMT -5
Eondith had his eye on her.
He was, most of the time, his usual, placid, stoic self, but with a side of uncharacteristic monogamy - a soft cushion to lean against for his rider, but little more than a shadow to everyone else. The few exceptions showed themselves when he was around Laemirath, where he offered calm gestures of affection and conversed blandly about the goings-on of the day and the mindsets of their fellis-addled riders. R'fus had found a steadier routine in his life and had come to terms with his poor choices in romantic company. As a result, he was a stabler man, but not by much. His taboo profession still lent him to collected paranoia and 'testing' of the goods. Still, Eondith offhandedly boasted his rider's improvement to Laemirath each chance he got.
His feelings for her, however stunted due to his curious way of showing emotions, ran deep. He had been waiting patiently and loyally for her to Rise for days now, ever since her hide had first shown the slightest sheen. He had noticed it before many others, having been so perceptive to the slightest change in anything about her. Even when Hydeth leapt from her weyrledge, Eondith remained still. He was not jumpy. There was no way in Pern he would have mistaken the pink for his beautiful green. Statuesque, the blue waited...
Laemirath? R'fus questioned groggily. His fingers tingled as he rearranged the small vials of fellis in the chest under his bed.
Not yet, said Eondith, perfectly still. Then, as soon as Laemirath had screamed up from the heardbeast paddock, Eondith was on his feet. Now. And with surprising swiftness for one so desensitized by the monotony of life, R'fus was on the blue's arching neck only a moment before Eondith took flight. R'fus was deposited on X'mor's weyrledge as swiftly as possible, stumbling in to find better footing before his vision snapped to Eon's eyes. In the place of his best friend, he saw the green and flying love of his life, and ached to have X'mor as his own.
The blue clenched his jaw and flew. I am here, he said quietly to his Laemirath, the only words he would bother to say in the sky. Even those weren't entirely necessary - she would have sensed him. She would know he was there. She would have expected him to Chase come Fall, fog or fire. His wings would have spread for any female the Rose, once, but he had saved all of his energy for her and only her. The fervor of too many Flights passed up burned inside of him as he pushed himself through the air. He hoped so passionately to catch her - to catch his Laemirath. Eondith had eyes for the green alone - no other dragon, not even Hydeth, could drag his attention from his prize. [/blockquote] |
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Oct 17, 2011 12:39:12 GMT -5
Rowenth was sitting on the rim of the bowl when Hydeth rose. He had known she would be rising, as she had been glowing all day as she perched up on the ledge of her weyr. It moved him in an odd way. There was no logic in this. There were no grand train of thoughts or empirical analyses. He simply could not take his eyes off her. Usually he was keeping tabs on his blond rider who was off traipsing about with the yellow canine, but he found it hard to concentrate on anything else. Was this... was this what all those chatty greens felt like? For a moment panicked gripped him. Was he losing his sanity? For one reason or another, in this moment it didn't seem to matter. She was like his Rukbat and he would rise with her.
She was off like a shot, and Rowenth's keen gaze followed her. Her manner was violent, deadly... and yet he was still intrigued. It didn't make any sense. It was simply incomprehensible. The more he tried to wrap his draconic mind around it the more he could only think of one thing: desire. There was a longing inside of him that befuddled him. Still, he watched on.
Somewhere in the tunnels that made Dalibor Weyr Jaci and Radish padded along happily. Jaci's shoulder was still on the mend from her encounter with thread, but she was managing well enough and refused to be restrained from her daily walks. They weren't that strenuous, and she never strayed far from her weyr. Radish was there to help, too, and so she was never really too far from help. She was getting tired about this time, though. She paused, leaning against the hulking bulk of Radish who cheerfully allowed himself to be used as a crutch. Well, that was enough for the day. She'd go sit down again and allow herself to mend. The throbbing pain of her score was beginning to flare up again.
Rowenth was completely oblivious to this now... only Hydeth's brilliant pink hide was in the realm of his senses; that, and his own longing for her. He poised himself ready to pounce, his forked tail flicking in anticipation behind him. Ready? Ready? It took a moment after Hydeth has leaped from the ground and took her first wingbeats that it finally registered... NOW!
Jaci's mind seemed to instantly drain from her body. Her original intentions and Radish's worried whimperings fell away until she was in the sky. She was flying! She was a blue dragon with her own wings! Free as the clouds to move about the surface of the planet of Pern, she was Rowenth. There was one place they had to go, though... they had to chase after Hydeth-Je'kyll. It was their ultimate goal.
Rowenth put all of his energy into his wingbeats and his chase. There was none expended fruitlessly in silly warbles of romantic gestures. This was not love: this was lust. This was only a primal desire and there was no room to be had for brains or romantic sensibilities. He put his energy into a dead-sprint. Being a pink, she would have no long flight made for stamina. This was to be a high-speed chase and he would treat it no differently. Soon he had caught up with the others. He weighed the competition, examining them with his lust-red eyes. A bulky yellow, an injured black, and another blue gave chase. The green and her suiters were unaccounted for. They served little purpose. There was only Hydeth and those that were competition to be the object of her hormones. Rowenth moved faster; he meant to catch.
Jaci wasn't sure how she ended up in Je'kyll's weyr or where Radish had gone, but she knew she was there. Just as Rowenth knew the pink mistress was before him, she knew that Je'kyll was standing in front of her. As Rowenth knew the other suiters were there, so was Jaci aware of the other fellows in Je'kyll's room vying for his attentions. And just as Rowenth wanted Hydeth so very, very badly Jaci found herself wanting Je'kyll. In her flight-lust hazed eyes he had become the most beautiful thing before her... and so as Rowenth drew closer to Hydeth Jaci inched her way closer to Je'kyll, ignoring the fatigue in her muscles and the pain in her shoulder.
The solution to Rowenth's problem was obvious: he should snatch Hydeth out of the sky and claim her as only his own. There was no waiting or planning or thinking... with what energy he had he drew himself up above her in the sky and then, using his gathered momentum, drove himself down in a steep dive. His claws outstretched, ready to grab her, he aimed his bulk toward tackling her right out of the skies.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 20, 2011 0:22:22 GMT -5
As soon as she had gained height, Hydeth was aware of her own wingbeats and those of the dragons following. Subtly, she looked over her shoulder and truly recognised only one of her suitors. Black Ayarth, the one whom had greeted her so poorly upon arrival at Dalibor. The sight of the black made her hiss slightly but she needn’t bother with the dragon. There was a lovely, respectful blue chasing. Lanith, a dragon of somewhat high standing in the Weyr and one whom piqued her interest. Finally, she spotted a yellow. Ocouth, the only male yellow in the Weyr. Well, of course the yellow should be chasing her. She was a marvellous pink after all.
Pride swelled in the pink as she rumbled her approval. Even Ayarth was not precisely a bad Chaser. For the moment she could partially overlook his former indiscretions. He had somewhat proven himself but she could smell ichor dripping from him. Admirable as it was to Chase when injured, she did not want a weakened suitor as this one was.
Her attention was distracted when she saw Laemirath take to the skies. A short growl escaped her as she watched the green but relaxed at the greeting. It did not seem antagonistic, so Hydeth took it in her stride even as another blue rose to Chase the green. She would fly with her neighbour and the two of them would pick only the best.
Laemirath, we shall choose only the best.
Sudden movement caught Hydeth as something descended upon her from above. Too slow to react, she was brought down slightly by the male and her eyes whirled with rage. She scrabbled to free herself and managed to get away from the new blue. Hydeth roared and hissed her anger, wishing nothing more than to attack Rowenth. But she kept on, knowing that if she stopped she would be Caught and she didn’t particularly want to be caught just yet. Still, the blue had slowed her down considerably and was still closest to her. Hydeth beat her wings harder, trying to pick up her speed again furious that she had been somewhat prevented from doing so.
Je’kyll was calm in the Weyr, rigid but seemingly calm. As Hydeth’s rage flowed through their bond, Je’kyll’s face became a grimace. He watched those in his Weyr and felt little more than contempt. None of them were worthy of him and no dragon was worthy of Hydeth. Still, he wanted them. One of them… He did not know what he wanted and in his frustration he walked from the riders, stepping back in frustration.
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Post by matsi on Oct 21, 2011 17:13:32 GMT -5
Lanith crooned to the pink at this point as his wings beat, trying to get as close to her as possible. His eyes danced wildly, and his throat shook with the sounds he let off. His eyes danced to the first other to join them, Ayarth. He growled slightly, more to himself, then continued to fly, attentions fully focused on the darkly shaded pink that was just out of his reach. It was like being in a desert, without water, and seeing a crystal clear lake on the horizon. The feelings of need were enough to make his scarred wings pump harder. His humming would get louder for a moment, but it fell quieter when the yellow joined them. His eyes shot to the yellow, but only huffed and picked up his content hum again. He was serenading her. As he should be. If she knew what he felt, that need and want, then she would choose him! He just knew this was the way it was.
Lanith almost missed the other dragon taking a surprise ‘attack’ on the pink. He let out an aggravated roar as she slipped from him and the male fell into a failed chase again. Lanith hissed and roared a scolding at the other. How dare he test the beauty like that! The was like a cheaters move. A true male would show all that could see him how brilliant he was and be chosen for such reasons! After that move, Lanith was certain that that male would pose no threat!
Just as his own confidence was rising, his attentions were grabbed by some one else, another sound. His gaze shifted for a moment, just long enough to see the green raising into the skies not far away. Confused, he let out another huff, then conflicted with himself. What was he going to do!? His eyes shifted back to Hydeth, and he decided. He would stay with the pink for now. Maybe later, maybe, he would chase the beautiful green, but for now, the pink had his heart!
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Ayarth ignored the joining of the yellow. The yellow was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. What did grab his attention was Laemirath’s sound. His eyes shifted, just long enough to look at her and see who it was, but then he let out a growl and turned his attention back to Hydeth. Laemirath. How he hated that green. He would not chase such a sharding dragon ever again. She was worthless. Stupid. Horrible. And not to mention that Hers probably would harm his. No, that was why his attentions stayed on Hydeth. She was pretty, and hers, he thought , wouldn’t hurt his.
Ayarth was back into his chasing mode, all attentions locked onto the pink. All was good, but, that new blue. Red exploded in Ayarth’s eyes as he watched the other male almost snag the pink, but then let out a growl of excitement when the pink slipped free from his grasps. He beat his wings harder, pushing his black body closer to the cheater until he was close enough. Rage still stained his eyes. What was more important, punishing a male like that, or catching the female? Well, in Ayarth’s mind, the punishment could make him look better in the Pink’s eyes, so of course punishment! He reached over with his long neck and snapped his teeth at the males legs and wings quickly, not waiting to taste ichor if he broke hide, but then lashed out once with his claws, pushing off of the “cheater” and going on with the flight. The red still lined his gaze, but the purple swirls were soon returning into the facets. Now that he had been punished, Hydeth was all he could see again.
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Post by cy on Oct 30, 2011 19:47:06 GMT -5
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Nov 6, 2011 17:17:58 GMT -5
Hydeth was pleased with her suitors. She had a great many of them boosting her confidence in this Weyr. Any lingering concerns she had about Dalibor as a Weyr were pushed from her mind as she noted her suitors. A superiority flowed through the pink as she realised many of the males were chasing her and not the green who had joined their Flight. That said, she didn’t particularly mind Laemirath flying beside her and it humoured her to think of the confusion amongst the riders. She was tiring now and needed to make her choice. As she rose higher, she dived in amongst her suitors and circled amongst them briefly, considering.
Ayarth had greeted her on their first day and that meeting had not gone well. Hydeth did faintly remember this in her lust. She knew not this Lanith but certainly admired him for his attitude. He seemed friendly and the perfect partner to marvel at her beauty. There was the dragon whom had tried to forcibly catch her but he had already frustrated her enough by knocking her down through the air. Then there was the yellow, Ocouth, she had never been caught by a yellow before. Curiosity flowed through her as she allowed herself to make a decision, flying close to her choice.
He amongst them was worthy of her splendour and, as she neared the yellow, she bugled a challenging roar to the other dragons. They would not come near her now that she had made her decision. Ocouth had proven himself to her. She would allow herself to be caught by him.
I have chosen. You may do what you wish but do not come near me.
She circled protectively around Ocouth and allowed him to catch her.
At the same time, Je’kyll grabbed the nearest rider to him, the bluerider Jaci. The confusion of Roweneth’s snatch had made Je’kyll want Jaci. With what little remained of his mind he had decided not to give into every whim of his dragon’s. Hydeth normally had complete control in a flight but given her uncertainty about many of the dragons, Je’kyll had some room to move. He pulled the female closer to him and kissed her fiercely, before glaring around at those Riders remaining in the Weyr.
He said nothing to them but if they wanted to remain, fine. He would simply have to throw them all out in the morning. He would probably do that irrespective of how many remained… Je’kyll did not speak to Jaci, allowing his actions to speak for themselves as he pulled her towards the furs…
Hydeth entwined herself with Ocouth and then allowed herself to fall with him.
{By random coin toss Ocouth! Because I couldn’t decide…}
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Post by cy on Nov 6, 2011 18:19:33 GMT -5
[/b] He pleaded, still caught up in the wave of his dragon’s victory and with nowhere else to go with it as Je’kyll rejected him. It didn’t make sense to him, not in his first flight win—but someone else was there, and he yearned for them just enough, grabbing at the stranger’s hands to try to lead him off to his own room.[/ul][/size] |
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on Dec 13, 2011 1:49:36 GMT -5
ooc// SORRY FOR MAXIMUM SLOW. I fail. That is all.
Laemirath paid little attention to Hydeth after they made their agreement. She was not interested in stealing the pink's suitors, nor in her flying companion herself. The urge to fly was still strong in the green's veins, and she shot away through the sky, delighting in the rush of the wind over her wingsails. Glorious, glorious! She shrieked a challenge to whatever suitors she might have had -- she'd taken no time to figure out who they were, though she knew automatically that Eondith was following and kept note of him if only to be sure he was still chasing.
It did not take all that long before the flying green realized that she was about to be alone in her quest for a mate. Hydeth had chosen -- yellow Ocouth. Good for him. Laemirath liked the yellow's bonded, but she was not interested in Ocouth himself... not now that he had a claim laid on him. She had better things to do. Issuing another challenge to any males who happened to still be following her, Lae whipped away from the newly mated pair and dove abruptly. Closer and closer she came to the water, until her belly just skimmed it... and an unfortunate backdraft, combined with the current, pulled her under. Wings snapped open and beat hard against the icy water, struggling to pull free of the undercurrent as it sought to drag her further beneath the surface. Fortunately, Laemirath was strong, and the cold water motivated her. She hurled herself free of the ocean within moments, but the damage was done -- her passion for the flight was considerably dampened, as was X'mor's, and she rose seething with anger and embarrassment. A creature such as her should not have to endure being dragged underwater... not in front of males who were vying for her attention.
Only they weren't. There was only one male chasing her. Laemirath bristled as she realized this, and she cast a crimson-eyed glance at Eondith before rocketing into the sky after Hydeth's remaining suitors. Fair game now. Electing to direct her fury onto the unfortunate males instead of herself for flying so close to the water, the green shot after the nearest male. A black -- Ayarth. She recognized him. He had dared chase her before, and lost... and now he wasn't even brave enough to try again. Coward! Worthless coward! She struck out at him with her hind claws as she passed over him, then again, not stopping to see if she had drawn blood or not. It didn't matter. Her next targets, as hated as Ayarth, were Lanith and Rowenth. She didn't hardly know either of them, only that she wanted to taste their blood. Laemirath tore her claws across the back of Lanith's neck, and snapped at Rowenth's trailing tail. Idiot males! Had they any common sense, they would have at least acknowledged her presence -- had they any decency they would have chased her. All three of them were unutterably useless, and as she shot away from the second unfortunate blue, the female decided that her best choice had been obvious all along. He was her only choice, after all.
Angling back through the sky, the green dropped in altitude, and swung in a broad semicircle so that she connected directly with Eondith. Her claims were never gentle; she jerked him from the sky with a possessive snarl and tangled her wings with his. Mine, she declared simply, and twined herself with her mate, hatred for the world momentarily forgotten.
In his weyr, lost in his dragon's lust, X'mor finally turned his attention to the lone rider there. It had never been much of a decision, and though he had registered R'fus' presence after Laemirath dropped into the water and temporarily slaked his passion, the greenrider had not resented it as he would resent the presence of any other man. His friend, at least, he could stand. R'fus he could trust not to take advantage of this, and so X'mor moved toward him, slid his arms around the other man's warm body and led him back towards the bed. No point hesitating now when there were no women around to take R'fus' place -- X'mor's lips sought the bluerider's, first gently and then more fiercely as Laemirath's desire took hold. |
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