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Post by Admin on Jan 6, 2012 2:06:47 GMT -5
If you help me, then I'll try, and I'll believe you.
I need time, could you explain?
I've been caught up in my pain.
And it's really not the same, you can see it.
Eriputh woke and her world was filled with hunger. It was not a hunger of the stomach. The hunger pounded in her heart and thundered through her veins. It was a thirst; it was a drive. It was unquenchable and it filled every corner of her mind. In a way, it was infuriating, but why should she be angry? Today would be a triumph of her insanity. Rising from her bed, she slunk to the edge of her weyr and then she dove from the ledge. She made not a sound. It was not yet time for them to notice her, not unless they were observant. Before she could give into the hunger, she had to feed. She needed strength to survive this thirst. She needed strength for the feast ahead, because it would be a beautiful one. A bloody one, if her tricks served as they should.
Fahra woke more slowly than Eriputh, but she was smiling by the time her eyes fluttered opened. She knew what was happening. She would have had to be blind not to notice the way the gloss of her dragon's hide had turned to a glow. For the first time, Eriputh was rising. They were rising. She rolled out of her bed and dragged her feet across the floor, making her way to the ledge of their weyr. Theirs. The closeness wove its way through her mind, Eriputh's devilish plans replacing hers and then fading as the dance began. A game, her mind whispered, a game. She shook it, forcing herself to briefly focus. You'd best blood, dear; she chided. Eriputh thought she would simply disobey, but her rider showed her good sense. Blood is better. Don't even think of eating.
Thus Eriputh drained the blood from the herdbeast clasped in her claws rather than tearing the meat from its bones. That wouldn't have been any fun, she admitted, her rider was right. For now. As soon as she could find no more blood in the animal's veins, she let it go and leaped into the air. There was no more time to waste on eating! Despite the supposed lack of time, she circled lazily towards the sky, wings flapping every so often as she rode the summer wind. Up, up, slowly up, the ridge of the weyrbowl approached with seemingly agonizing slowness, but Eriputh was not bothered. She was not a racer. Physically capable, yes, but she was not in it for speed. Trouble had taken to the air and it was taking its sweet time, faking a demureness it did not have.
Fahra leaned against the wall of their weyr and rested her head against the stone, her hands stuck in her pockets. She closed her eyes. She could feel the wind beneath her wings. Their wings. It pushed them up. It was easy and effortless. She could see their plans. So many plans. So much hope. The rush of emotions was heady, but it was not overwhelming, not yet at least. The match had not yet been struck and Eriputh was not yet burning, so neither was she. They were waiting and waiting was boring, so she peeled her eyes open. Suitors would be coming, suitors for Eriputh and suitors for her. Eriputh would make her decision, but perhaps there would be someone interesting. Perhaps there would be something fascinating. Curious. Mysterious. Fantastically wonderful.
At long last, Eriputh made a sound, one loud enough to be heard. She let out a shriek, alerting the Weyr to her presence. Who had already seen her? Who would come to her call? Would they think her just another green, another of the many flights? There were so many possibilities and she wished she could have them all, just so she could make every head roll. However, she was content with what she had. She was content to wait. The thirst, the drive, still thundered through her copper blood, but she was patient for the moment, still slowly rising through the air. There was a pleasantness to the simple feeling of the breeze against her dark green hide. There was a power in knowing that she glowed. Of course, above all else, there was pleasure and power in plans and she had those. She simply needed for them to come; she was waiting.
I got nothing left to be,
Do you have some plans for me?
I got nothing left to be,
Do you have some plans for me?
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Post by Lan on Jan 6, 2012 17:37:51 GMT -5
It was the moment he had been waiting for. Perhaps Poseith hadn't always known he was waiting for it, but as soon as he noticed the glow in Eriputh's hide he was filled with the sudden knowledge that this green who had teased him all his life was an object of his affection. So he waited. It wasn't like Naireth's flight, whom he only noticed as soon as she had risen. This was something altogether different. The iron waited with a patience typical of his kind and he watched and he anticipated the day that Eriputh, his flirty friend and trickster companion, would rise. F'ton had noticed in the past couple of days, but had tried to keep his mind on something else. Unlike Poseith, he had always been aware that eventually Eriputh would rise. Part of him was dreading its coming, and yet part of him felt silently thrilled. Fahra confused him. That had always been the case. But nothing could have prepared him for the events of that morning.
Poseith had risen early to watch his glowing green goddess. He knew what she was doing the moment she pounced upon that herdbeast out in the pasture. F'ton, meanwhile, slept on. He was once again covered in shavings of a late-night project. He smelled of wood and dust and spicy dragon hide; but he had taken a shower the evening before so it was not altogether too pungent. For this, Poseith was grateful. They would have to make a good impression, if their plan was to succeed--not that F'ton knew yet what their plans were. But Poseith did. His ever-watchful, swirling green eyes stayed fixed on the object of his affections until, as she finished blooding the herdbeast, he finally roused his companion.
Wake, F'tonMine. Eriputh flies.
F'ton jolted awake and dusted himself off before he walked over to the ledge where Poseith was keeping watch. Unlike the last time, he would not fight this occurrence. There was no use to it; soon he would be in Fahra's weyr in the throws of his dragon's lust. He would become part of the chase whether he desired it or not. The problem was at this moment he didn't know what he desired. He had no shirt on, much like Fahra had stumbled upon him a sevenday or so after Naireth's flight, but he didn't seem to care about that. It was a warm morning and his trousers kept him warm enough where it mattered. He swallowed hard as he watched the dark hide of Eriputh pounce into the sky from her one and only kill. So it starts, he leaned mentally on his friend only to find a swirling vortex of desire. Instantly he recoiled, not wanting to give into it just yet. So he climbed aboard the iron's large bulk to sit comfortably in the neck ridges and allowed himself to be taken to Fahra's weyr.
As soon as his feet hit the ground he almost stumbled, but managed to regain his balance. Poseith had alighted again almost immediately and F'ton frowned out at the bowl to watch him leave to another watching place before walking as normally as he could manage into Fahra's weyr. He saw her there, waiting for something or someone, and a ping of emotion shot through him as intense as threadscore. All those confused emotions he tried to pretend didn't exist bubbled to the surface like a gurgling cauldron. "Fahra-" he spoke with more intense emotion than his normally monotonic voice generally portrayed, cutting off the second half of the last syllable of her name as another wave hit him. He knelt on the floor, eyes clenching shut as he struggled to regain some semblance of composure. It was all in vain, though. Eriputh gave a call and Poseith launched himself after her with a baritone of a trumpet to let her know he followed. In that moment F'ton was with Poseith just as Fahra was with Eriputh. The weyr faded to blackness around him as another vision of Eriputh serenely circling high in the sky replaced it.
Poseith climbed from his perch on the side of the Weyr Bowl, pacing himself with methodical strokes of his wide wings so that he would be ready for anything that was to come. Truly, anything could happen. While Eriputh was his friend he still never knew what to expect from her. This time, though, it was crucial that he try to look into her mind. It was more than just the play of hatchlings now... Poseith had something he wanted and something he could lose. He had won a flight before, but that was no guarantee that he would win one now... especially not with a green as conniving as Eriputh. He kept a fair distance from her, but one he was comfortable crossing, and waited for her to make her move as he brought himself to a height equal with hers. Deep and passionate red entered his eyes as he gazed upon her, trying to catch her attention. He would be patient; he knew how to pace himself. But Eriputh was far more graceful and agile than he--and it was what would probably prove his downfall. |
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Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2012 1:21:00 GMT -5
I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see,
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach,
You know that I could use somebody.
There was F'ton. He was the only one who came and Fahra smiled at him, her expression sleepy, eyes hooded. Of course he'd come. She rather hoped that maybe he would have come irregardless of whether Poseith did, but she knew she could never be sure of that nor could she expect such a thing from him. There was Poseith, rising after Eriputh. She fluttered up into the sky on lazy wings, aware of his presence but patient. However, no others came. There was only him. There was only her Poseith, her friend and comrade. Now he was a suitor. Now he was a plaything of the highest order. She gnashed her teeth through the empty air before her, energy pulsing through her veins. Oh, what fun they would have! She could hardly wait! In fact, she couldn't wait at all.
The match was put to the fire that fueled her. Eriputh twisted to the side without warning, diving down towards the ground in a sharp loop. Fahra's eye shut as the green headed back down to the Weyr before snapping her wings open and soaring off across the sky. She moved with speed to keep him on his toes, trying to be completely unexpected. However, personal space was overrated, so as she thundered over the ocean, she performed a loop in the air and angled herself back towards her singular suitor. She meant to lazily glide over him, but much to her surprise, she found herself entangled with him. Her wings locked with Poseith's wider ones and then she locked her feet with him. There was one shriek of defiance over ruined plans, but the fact he seemed to have a plan of his own was more endearing to her than anything else.
Fahra wavered for a moment in their weyr, confused by the roll of her dragon's emotions. She was playful and intelligent and so many damn things at once. It took a moment for her, a simple human, to comprehend that Eriputh had found her victor, though it was obviously not hard to comprehend who it was. As laughter bubbled up and out of her throat, she lunged for F'ton, bemused with the choice in a manner that befitted her other half. They were amused, rather than appreciative. They were endeared, rather than in love. When push came to shove, the simplicity of a flight and its results suited them just fine.
Someone like you,
And all you know,
And how you speak,
Countless lovers undercover of the street.
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Post by Lan on Feb 5, 2012 3:06:49 GMT -5
It was only him and Eriputh. Somehow, it seemed fitting... not that Poseith could tell what was fitting and what wasn't in his lust-ridden mind. Still, he liked having her to himself. Her beautiful, dark green hide glistening in the starlight of the very early morning. Rukbat had not yet risen, yet his eyes could follow the seams between her body and the night sky easily. She waited patiently, just as he had for a sevenday or more. Then, with a gnashing of her teeth, she took off with a agility of her kind and dove for the ground. Poseith dove a small amount, but kept an altitude higher than hers, which proved prudent as she took off again to gain more height. He followed to the best of his ability, although he was not the dexterous creature that she was. Still, the fates were on his side. She flipped around to glide over him, probably aiming to use him as the furniture he normally was to her.
This time, though, the furniture struck back. As she was about to cross over him he tucked his wings and flipped over, entangling her in his large embrace. His wings spread out again and locked with hers and they clung to each other, falling out of the sky. She shrieked and he added his triumphant bugle. A rapturous joy filled the whole of him and radiated out from him, all the way back to his rider in Fahra's weyr. He had won! He was victorious! All of Pern should hear how he, Iron Poseith, caught his fair lady, Green Eriputh!
F'ton had a dumb grin on his face, infected by the waves of happiness spilling over from his dragon. Oh, Fahra! She was gorgeous, as always. Her red hair accenting her freckled face and that oh-so-contagious grin... he couldn't stand to stay away any longer! Just as he was about to move for her she bolted toward him and he caught her up in his arms. Her laughter bubbled over and passed on to him, causing him to laugh as well. Then, without holding back, he kissed her passionately and allowed himself to embrace her closely. He wasn't quite so helpless as he had been in his first flight, and he managed to keep enough of his brain to pick her up in his thin, yet strong arms and carry her into her bedroom. Then, the instinctive side of Poseith took over and, while he was still the awkward young man he always was, he felt a little more comfortable now that his mate was Fahra and not some girl he didn't know. They were close, after all. There was nothing for him to be worried about, for now. |
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