Zane
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Post by Zane on Mar 28, 2012 10:56:05 GMT -5
Now the dark begins to rise, Save your breath, its far from over. Leave the lost and dead behind. Now's your chance to run for cover.
I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder. Light the fuse and burn it up, Take the path that leads to nowhere.
To say that Calyth had been proddy would be an understatement. She was a shardin’ nightmare in camouflage green, and Tristen was just about ready to trade her in for a red. She was sitting upon her bed, resting her face against her open palm. Calyth was droning on and on and on about the unfairness of life, and how she deserved so much more than what anyone could possibly have to offer her. Of course then she proceeded to list the blue’s she’d encountered thus far and how none of them met her very realistic expectations.
Hephaeth, a disappointment, but a good dragon. Maybe. He needs more pride! He should be proud to know me, which should give him pride enough! Airheaded, he’s airheaded. That’s the problem. Tristen rolled her eyes at the last dragon to be mentioned upon her green’s long list. Hephaeth and Calyth were friends, from what Tristen could tell. Sometimes she spoke highly of him, but them when it came to having him as a suitor she was quick to judge. No one was good enough to have their affections returned by her dragon, not even her most days.
Calyth, would you get over yourself! she finally hollered, placing both of her hands behind her to launch herself off the corner of the bed. She whirled about to face her dragon within’ their weyr, crossing her arms over her chest before beginning a rant of her own: If you don’t want to deal with them, then just don’t talk to them. In fact, don’t talk about them! It’ll make not talking to them a whole lot easier. I’m sure that someday some dragon somewhere will be able to survive through your extensive screening process, the greenrider snorted, just about ready to sock her dragon in the snout. She may even be female! Tristen dared, ready to go head-to-head with Calyth for that one. She’d definitely just wandered into dangerous territory.
The homophobic green-or at least that’s what Tristen saw her as-never took lightly to Hers mentioning anything that could be taken in a “hey, I might like girls!” manner. No, only the finest man would do for Calyth. Shells, it didn’t even matter as long as he had a blue the size of a bronze that was a potential shoe-in for the next Weyrleader. I.e. she’d never find anyone acceptable to Calyth, and either would Calyth! ”What’s so bad about bronzes, huh? They’re probably more what you’re looking for, and less airheaded, as you would put it.” Raising a brow inquiringly, she waited on Calyth’s response to that one. The green’s nostrils flared, I wouldn’t be expecting you to have even the slightest understanding of this one. You’re too busy pining after women riders who care not for you. Z’is could’ve been good man, good rider. Good rider he is. You’re selfish. The green was snarling now, her eyes whirring a rapid red. With how tense each of the dragon’s muscles were, like she was ready to spring, Tristen would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a bit afraid of her own dragon eating her. At the very least Tristen was bound to have the pillows on the bed torn to shreds. Calyth, the rabid dog, she thought not so privately to herself.
Apparently that was the last and final remark that Calyth needed to her, because the roar that came from her just about knocked Tristen off of her feet. She stumbled back a few steps in alarm, her green’s head swinging in the direction of the outer ledge. She would show her rider, she would have the finest blue in all of the Weyr! A fine blue with a man suitable for Hers, a man that she’d castrate if he ever dared to leave Hers. No, he would stay with Hers, and she would gladly monopolize his dragon. Any would be lucky to have me, she declared loudly, diving from the ledge of their Weyr, knowing full well why she was going to the field.
A wave of rage and desire was pulsing through the teenaged-girl, and she knew instantly that it was time. Calyth dove upon her first victim, ripping into the herdbeast with a violence that shook her rider fiercely. Why was her green so angry? Was her fault, or was it really just the way Calyth was? If you want your flight to be anything magnificent at all you better only blood! Tristen hissed, so worried about her dragon that she wasn’t at all focused on what this whole occurrence meant for her. Any minute now Calyth would take to the air, and she’d have who knew how many men (and potentially women) in her weyr.
Oh awkward, this is awkward, she whimpered, pacing back and forth now like a worked up horse in a stable. ”It’s okay. It’s okay... It’s okay,” she tried to convince herself, not all succeeding in doing so.
Calyth surprisingly didn’t fell that many, but she’d felled enough that she felt the energy flowing through her. Flowing through them!
All at once Tristen’s sight became her dragon’s, and they were indeed one. Calyth-Tristen would own the skies and show every dragon in the Weyr, blue or no, why they were ultimately the best!
Calyth’s form launched into Dalibor’s skies, going high, high into the clouds.
All is lost, but I'm not giving in...
I will not bow, I will not break. I will shut the world away. I will not fall, I will not fade. I will take your breath away.
Fall.
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Birdy
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Post by Birdy on Mar 28, 2012 15:33:48 GMT -5
”NO! You absolutely cannot chase this green Tomarth, do you hear me? Not this one, no no no no no no NO!” Paralee grunted, shoving the blue’s head away from the entrance. With a low growl, one of the few Tomarth had ever made, the blue pushed against His with just enough force to knock her out of the way. With a slight roar he darted towards the door, wings spread slightly.
Gritting her teeth Paralee used all of her will to restrain the blue who paused outside of the door and stared back at her, eyes already swirling with purple lust. But she is calling me, now. I must Mine, let me! Tomarth said, it was almost a whine as he butted minds with his rider. Paralee bit her tongue, locking eyes with the blue and attempting to ignore the feelings emanating from the dragon’s mind, threatening to take control.
But she didn’t want it to take control! Not this time, she knew who’s dragon that was. She’d, met the rider. HA! Met? She’d practically slept with the girl, and good thing she hadn’t because Faranth knew that would have been trouble! How had she not realized that Tristen was a weyrling? If Tomarth hadn’t woken and alerted her, she definitely would have. Shards it was close. Of course, she felt bad, having to stop and regain her composure before asking the poor girl to leave. But Tristen was going to let her do it! She was so conflicted, though she’d tried not to dwell on it, and she didn’t really want to have to face the girl again. Yet there were more conflicted thoughts, now that Tristen’s green was an adult there were no restrictions right? It wouldn’t be considered wrong.
Paralee bit her lip, her concentration broken for a second which was long enough for Tomarth to let out a mighty cry and leapt off of the ledge after the multicolored green already in the sky. With a yell of frustration, Paralee ran after the blue, standing out in the cold air on the ledge of her weyr. After cursing a long string of the nastiest things she could think of the redhead turned on her heal back into the weyr, trying to ignore the fact that half of her felt like it was up in the sky, heck, more than half of her. She was still fuming but when she looked around she found her feet had not taken back into her room as she’d intended but farther, down into the hall. They were moving with a sense of urgency towards some unknown destination that had to be the weyr of the infamous Tristen. She knew there was no sense in trying to stop it, Tomarth’s lust was enveloping like a cloud and adding to the underlying lust for woman that was always present in the Bluerider.
In less time then she knew she was at the door of a weyr that must have been Tristen’s. Paralee took a deep breath and sidestepped into the room, forcing herself to stay pressed up against the wall. She closed her eyes, her breathing was somewhat ragged and just looking at the girl that was in the room might send her over the edge. She didn’t want that now did she? That was one of the only thing about flights that bothered her, she felt almost exposed and definitely not in control of herself.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Boo on Mar 28, 2012 16:42:22 GMT -5
Although he had not truly been keeping an eye on his friend, Hephaeth had noticed the mood changes. He had noticed her hide changing colours and her attitude shifting. It had been just like some of those other dragons except Calyth he counted amongst his friends. The two argued sometimes and they even insulted one another at times but always they made up in the end and when they finally came to greet one another, they were friends once more. Sure, he might be grumpy with her at times but at least Calyth seemed to understand him.
Thus is was, when he saw the green dive from her Weyr, Hephaeth was instantly alert. The blue watched her form as she dived down and took on her first herdbeast. His tail twitched as Z’is walked over to stand with him. By now, they had partaken in a couple of Flights. Of course, at that time it had only been because Hephaeth could not control himself. Lately he had been avoiding most flights but they had won Godriths… Z’is tensed a little at the thought. It had been a thoroughly awkward experience and since then they had been keeping mostly to themselves.
Not now. Now, Z’is knew Hephaeth would be chasing Calyth not only because he felt the desire to but also because he knew Calyth and would want to ensure that no one harmed her in the Flight. There were multiple reasons then that caused Hephaeth to awkwardly dive from his own Weyr. He was not as steady or as graceful as most dragons but he knew that he wanted to Catch Calyth.
By that point, Z’is was making his way to Tristen’s Weyr. He hoped to see her before she became thoroughly tied to her dragon but as he walked into the Weyr he knew it was too late. Even as he stood there, he could feel himself becoming Hephaeth. “Tristen… I…”
He trailed off, confused as his eyes, or Hephaeth's, saw Calyth, flying well above the clouds, trumpeting and calling out for her. Calyth, it ith I, Hephaeth… I am here! But it was all about the green and Hephaeth fell silent as he Chased after her, concentrating on his flying rather than any of the other males.
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Post by matsi on Mar 28, 2012 17:16:11 GMT -5
Lanith rumbled as he wiggled on his ledge, trying to get more comfortable. They had been back for a few days now, but his ledge just wasn't as comfortable as he remembered! The blue groaned and huffed, then finally sat up and and sighed as he looked at His. H'to was busy cleaning their gear, a small smile on his scruffy face. Lanith didn't understand how His could be in such a good mood, but he didn't ask questions and simply looked up at the sky with dancing eyes. Something was going on, and he didn't quite know what. It was an interesting feeling, that was for sure. Hmmm.
The blue stood up and stretched his wings for a moment, making sure to keep the scarred one loose and comfortable. His massive eyes blinked a few times as he watched a familiar blotchy hide fly past and towards the pens. He blinked again a few times, slowly, relization hit him, and he looked over at His. H'to's smile was already gone and his eyes were focused in on the large blue.
"Lanith...." H'to pleaded as he looked at the blue, but colors of the chase were already starting to dance in Lanith's eyes. It is Calyth, Mine. I must, "I KNOW SHARDING WHO IT IS! JUST N-" Let's go, H'to! Lanith rumbled deeply at His, just as his hide seemed to itch for the feeling of the air on it. H'to grumbled and didn't even bother putting his straps on for the short flight to Tristen's weyr. He softly was cursing under his breath. How he hated this. He hadn't even really talked to Tristen since they had their fight. Clearly, Lanith didn't care about that either.
Lanith flew directly to Tristen's Weyr and deposited his rider there. He barely let H'to off before he took flight again, just as Calyth threw herself back towards the skies for the chase.
H'to was not pleased, but he knew those feelings would be short-lived in this situation. He could already feel the fire, the fire of lust, beinging to melt all other emotions in his veins. It was like a drug, and he found himself unconciously wanting more. It melted the feelings of annoyance and displeasure away, making him feel as light as a feather as he wandered into the room where Tristen and another rider was. He eyed the other blue rider for a moment, but then looked at Tristen and cocked his head to the side. Had she always been that pretty? Why was she so pretty? He felt drunk as lusty thoughts darted through his mind, but then faded to Lanith's thoughts.
Lanith rumbled happily as he pumped his large wings to get caught up to Calyth and that other blue. Eww, another blue. Lanith snorted as he inspected the blue challenger, and decided that his hide was much more magnificent, and his own muscle structure was much more brilliant. He rumbled loudly, daring the deeper shaded blue as his own eyes danced bright royal purple with small faint facets of red. His nose flared as he turned his head to look at the camo-beauty that he had known for so long. He had chosen HER rider to stand at hatchings. It was because of HIM that this beauty was flying now. Lanith rumbled again, this time with pleasure of the thoughts. Yes, he was the best of the best in this weyr, wasn't he? He was the perfect matchmaker for dragon and riders!
Happily, the blue let out a loud, deep song for a moment as he shot the other blue another daring glance. He would not allow this blue to win. It was HE after all, that had sun bathed with this beauty on the banks of the lake while Theirs were talking. He was the perfect match! Not that he was egotistical or anything...
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Post by glee on Mar 28, 2012 18:01:34 GMT -5
J'hatai sat in the dining hall, nibbling half-heartedly on a breadroll while Boss had his fun with a bowl of meat scraps, as a sudden spike in attention from Muqith made him look up, as if he would be able to see what had stirred the usually very relaxed dragon. There is a Green flying., came the answer promptly and J'hatai stiffened. I should chase her, you know? 'Why should you give an egg? You're too young. It's only a Green, why bother if you can't even get a clutch out of it?' This was no good. He knew it had to happen eventually, but for shells' sake, he was eating! This really was not the best time for Muqith to strut his stuff. You're scared, J'hatai, but that is okay. I will ensure our safety. We will have fun, I think she is to your liking. 'She is to your liking is what you want to say. This is a load of runnerdung, hear me?' Muqith didn't answer, instead J'hatai felt his mind linking stronger to Muqith's than even usual, seeing from his dragons eyes how he leapt from their Weyr into the sky, slowly feeling that he was losing himself in the Brown's mind. It was different. And yes, it was scary as Falls. His face flushed red as a wave of flightlust washed over him and he scrambled to get up and run out of the dining hall as fast as possible, searching for the Greenrider's Weyr. Boss chittered angrily at the sudden abandonment, but a few sharp images from Muqith silenced him and he decided that his food was more important than what the giant was up to again. Three Blues were rising as well to catch the Green, but Muqith did not worry. He had felt for some time now that he was ready to chase and this was the chance that he had waited for. It felt good, he felt powerful and he knew His, as reluctant as he was about the whole experience, would appreciate it in the end, no matter the outcome. J'hatai was like that, he wanted to prove himself, even though he did not seem concious about it. Beating his sturdy wings, darting through the clouds, he caught up to the pack, instead of greeting the Green he let out a deafening roar. It feel liberating to challenge them like that, knowing that he just had joined a dangerous game.
It was far from easy to find a Weyr he'd never been to before and as J'hatai reached it he felt ridiculously out of breath. There was something about diving through the air driven by lust while climbing stone steps driven by need, that made him feel way too dizzy. To shards with flights! They had covered this in class, sure, but experiencing it was so much more different. He was near ready to flip out from splitting his attention like that, but Muqith made sure to send calm and reassuring emotions his way. It was alright. It was natural.
Cursing a little more J'hatai waited a moment to regain composure before he entered the Weyr.
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princesal
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Post by princesal on Mar 28, 2012 18:41:26 GMT -5
Everyone said something about it. Shards, there was laughter about it, a general understanding that flight happened, and dragons chased.
W'lin had never listened to any of it. Because normally, the dragons that would be expected for an Iron to chase were all ridden by women. He didn't like women... he didn't even really like to touch them (not that he liked to touch most), and the few moments he spent thinking about the terror that was flight, was spent with him trying to not think of how horrible it would be to have Chyu catch a dragon with a female rider. It was a great fear, and he never wanted to experience it. Add that to the fact that he didn't want to feel that sudden lack of control that he was told happened when flight lust took over.
It wasn't for him.
Which was why he hadn't been expecting Chyu's reaction when a green rose. It wasn't like it was something that happened rarely, greens and pinks rose so much that he was sure that he could time the seasons and his meals to it. It never stopped him from trying to figure out why, if they were sterile and had no chance of reproducing... well. Wasn't flight to create young? If a dragon couldn't create that young, what need was there to fly. It was a waste of time, in his opinion. People seemed to put too much stock in it. If it was for viable eggs, W'lin could understand, but it wasn't. Why his Iron had taken notice of a green... when he never had before. It had W'lin shaking his head.
It's a green, you'll never catch her anyway. . . . It may be a male rider. Greens are promising for you. You're too big for a green, you'll crush her.
Chyu had risen to his feet, feeling the want within him, and started his way towards the entrance. He could see her, and she looked beautiful to him. The way she darted through the sky, it was uncurling heat in his belly, as if he had swallowed firestone.
I want her. You can't have her!
W'lin stood up quickly, because he could already feel Chyurath's lust, could feel his want, and it worried him. They had never lacked this control before, they had scoffed and laughed when dragons chased, knowing it would never be them. Chyu even made something of a promise! He was only going to fly dragons he knew had a male rider, that was how it was suppose to me! W'lin couldn't handle the stress of him chasing after a dragon with a female rider, he couldn't ever be comfortable with the idea that he had (no matter how addled) had... been with a woman. Whimpering he ran at Chyurath, hoping to grab a leg, or something, to try and stop him. But already the Iron was getting closer to the outside, his wings starting to ready.
Leave her be! Chyurath, don't do this, please don't do this! Do not worry mine. If I can not catch her, I shall inform all the others of how stupid they are not to have already caught her.
And then he was gone, and W'lin felt terrified, he felt it himself, spreading his large wings, catching the air as he fell and lifting into the ground. Even though Chyu had said he would be chiding all the others, he could feel the lust, feel the want. The green was to be his, he was a king in his own right. He could chase her for days, which is why he was suited for queens and sub-queens with more stamina. But he had a plan already, and as lust filled him, he flew higher and higher into the air. There was no need to stay on her heels and try to make the tight turns that his large body couldn't make, oh no, he'd follow her and then dive to catch her. Making a loud call, he proclaimed his own chase.
Inside the Weyr, W'lin was fighting with every fiber of his being to not give in, to not let Chyurath's mind take him over. But as he fought, it was easier to lose track of his feet, and he was heading down hallways, as if he knew where to go. He clung to the stone walls, determined to not let go, but it was impossible, and he wanted to cry. No, he wanted to scream and fight and curse. He wouldn't let Chyurath have this, wouldn't let himself fall to his Iron.
But then he was in the room, and glaring daggers at anyone who came close. He was jumpier than usual, his painful mental fight with his dragon was wearing him thin, and he wanted to strike all these other men down and take he-no nononononono! Hissing, he finally saw the rider, and tried to back up a step, tried to see who else was there. He didn't want to be there, didn't want to end up in bed with Tristen! His blue eyes fought to look anywhere else, and that's when he saw him, he recognized the scarring, and his stomach dropped. "H'to..." Some might think this might shock him into dropping his guard against Chyu, but if anything it just made W'lin mad. He was not going to give in, not going to touch, and just maybe he might in fact attack another suitor. He didn't even realize that his thoughts were turning more into Chyurath's who was thinking how easy it would be to pluck these suitors from the sky, possibly, first, the blues, like his dear friend, Lanith. It was W'lin's frustration and fear of this flight transferring onto Chyu, who was turning it into violence...
and that violence turning back onto W'lin, who was starting to think that there might not be anything better than punching a certain blue rider in the face, right now.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Mar 28, 2012 18:52:05 GMT -5
Oh my… There appears to be a lot of dragons flying out there today. My beautiful brothers and a green. She seems soooo pretty. How odd that she should be flying so far away from her Weyr… The purple looked out from their Weyr alert. C’ian had been playing with Sir Lazybutt at that moment and followed his dragon’s gaze just as a strange feeling overcame him. He’d never felt anything quite like it before and suddenly found himself quite disoriented.
“Shirath, what are you…?” Her name is Calyth, Mine, and she is the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen. Oh how wonderful she looks! Why she is almost as beautiful as my iron brother chasing her! He is rather beautiful too. Why… I should like to fly with her. Suddenly, flirtatiously and frivolously, Shirath sprang to the edge of their Weyr and lept below singing out a tuneful bugle. With grace and flashy style, he spun in the air and danced towards the object of his affection. Chyurath… No, Calyth. But he flew near his iron brother spinning and twirling through the air as he did. This was fun! He would impress Calyth with all his tricks.
Why my green queen, you rather seem to be the most perfect dragon I have ever seen in my life. The clouds should be so shamed by your beauty that they would drift below you. The heavens do not know your grace and the green grass would never know colour until it saw you. All things bow before your beauty and so shall I.
Still, the purple spun and twirled as he flew, bugling softly every now and again in a sing-song voice. Just as C’ian, when he entered Tristen’s Weyr was confused he suddenly found himself wanting to sing and dance with the woman before him. As it happened, he managed to constrain himself to only singing, humming softly as his eyes watched the movements of the woman.
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Kila
Sr. Weyrleader
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Post by Kila on Mar 30, 2012 12:42:14 GMT -5
Yusriyath was stirred from his daily afternoon nap by the sounds of roars outside. YaMine, what’s all the noise? he asked groggily. Y’nis was himself sprawled out on his bed, snoring to wake the dead. YAMINE! The gangly Purple Rider sat up quickly, all entangled in his furs. ”Huh? What?” he looked at his bonded sleepily. It’s noisy; Yusriyath said, amused by his rider’s state of disarray. ”You’re noisy!” Y’nis bleated, hurling his pillow across the room at him. Normally a mock fight would have ensued for violating the most sacred afternoon nap, but Yusriyath seemed distracted.
Yu, what is it? Y’nis asked, cocking his head to one side. Someone is flying; he said, sliding off his bed and going to their ledge to stare into the sky. Y’nis felt the stirrings of unmistakable emotions and knew that his nap was done. He joined his Purple on the ledge and saw a pretty Green climbing into the sky. I will chase her! he said eagerly, all traces of sleepiness vanished. This till be exciting! Both Y’nis and Yusriyath were of the opinion that there was not nearly enough excitement in the Weyr, so it was far beyond Y’nis to try to stop him. ”WOO-HOO! GET HER, YU!” Y’nis shouted as Yusriyath took off in pursuit, waving his arms madly and generally making a fool of himself. Yusriyath bugled happily in return and pressed forward.
Yusriyath let the cold wind roll over him blissfully, crooning in pleasure as he joined the chase. He chortled to himself when he saw the trio of clumsy Blues striving after her. He was slightly bigger than them, yes, but his body was lithe and streamlined- built for speed. It was impossible to miss the color and flair of another Purple, probably out for a good time as well. This was hardly the time to be solicitous, but normally Yusriyath would have said a hello and joined his brother, probably to the effect of some mischief of blunder being made. The Iron in their midst was a surprise. He had interesting markings, Yusriyath noted with fascination. He generally thought that Kings took themselves far too seriously, but this one was dashing, so maybe he was different. Besides, Calyth would probably be flattered to have such a suitor.
Calyth… he thought dreamily, his mind turning her name into poetry. He turned his attention back to her and away from her suitors. The Purple had a deplorably short attention span, and it was perhaps for that reason that he never won any of the many flights her partook in. Ever. He didn’t mind too much since he had so much fun just trying, but he did hope to win one of these days. There must be a female out there somewhere who wanted a mate that didn’t take himself so seriously as the others.
In the meantime, Y’nis scurries out of his weyr and down the hall in the direction that his instincts told him to go. His practically danced his way there, but there was a certain element of haste to his madness. Jasra met him halfway to Tristen’s weyr and was slightly taken aback by the oddness of it. Y’nis was half naked, clad only in his pajama bottoms, had the craziest sort of hair, and was swerving back and forth across the hallway. She followed him at a distance and was immensely surprised to see him veer into her friend’s weyr. Approaching cautiously, she stood at the doorway and peered in. Tristen was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes far off. Surrounding her was a group of many, several of whom she know only distantly. The explanation was obvious. Calyth is flying, Jasra thought, her the gears in her head turning and putting it all together. Then, another thought: I shouldn’t be here! She had chosen the wrong time to drop by.
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Post by Zane on Apr 1, 2012 21:47:46 GMT -5
She knew who he was without even having to search Tristen’s mind. The name jumped out at her: Tomarth. She’d never officially met the blue, which wasn’t surprising since Paralee and her dragon had spent some time away from the Weyr. Despite her not having met him however, Calyth had a deep respect for her first suitor. The blue had prevented something from happening that shouldn’t have even come close to happening, and in the process he may have saved them all from some serious heart ache. Calyth turned to look upon Tomarth, seeming far more furious than respectful. Did this blue really think that he deserved her? Nonsense! She was Calyth, the most desirable green in the entire Weyr!
She could feel her rage building up. Why weren’t there more suitors? They should all be chasing her! Where were they? She said nothing to Tomarth, whipping her head back the other way so that she could continue onward. She picked up speed, wanting to distance herself from the blue.
Meanwhile Tristen didn’t even realize Paralee had entered her weyr at first. She was staring off as if having spotted something fascinating. When she stopped to look around, she most definitely wasn’t herself. She felt more hormonal than she ever had in her entire life, for one. Second, she could still see the skies, and the clouds, and even Tomarth. That’s when she clued-in... Tomarth. Her eyes went wide, pure terror and shock written all over her face. It couldn’t be, no... Why now? She attempted to meet Paralee’s gaze, even chancing taking a step closer to the bluerider. If Tristen had been herself she would’ve known that what they truly needed right now was distance, and yet Tristen-Calyth was being purely ruled by flightlust.
The familiarity of the next suitor warmed Calyth’s heart, not that she would admit it. No, she was becoming more and more bitter each passing second. Do not think yourself the obvious choice Hephaeth, there will be many today! she warned the blue as he joined alongside Tomarth. Nor shall you think yourself a likely choice, dragon, just because of what you’ve done for us, she snapped. She would not be showing mercy to any today, no, not a single soul.
Her attention was drawn from Paralee when another person showed up. The newest arrival didn’t cause her to feel terror, or even shock. She had expected them, somehow, and so all she could do was smile. Her name was spoken and yet she didn’t respond. She was too far gone...
As Lanith took to the skies; Calyth didn’t notice him at first. It was only when he began to declare his worth, not even to her, but to poor Hephaeth, that Calyth took notice of him. Oh no, she would not permit things to start this way. Lanith was going to have to shardin’ learn his place! She whirled around, not caring if others had to dodge past her because they’d been in pursuit. The green shot straight for Lanith, eyes whirring a rapid red as opposed to purple. She moved right past him, lashing at him with her tail whilst extending her neck out to aim a bite at his hind leg. Not caring whether she’d hit or missed seeing as her intention had been to both defend Hephaeth and show Lanith that she was mattered here-not him and his faux worth!
The green decided that she liked this direction better now, and continued to rule Dalibor’s skies! Pride filled her!
Tristen looked right past H’to. Whether it was too painful to acknowledge that he was there too was uncertain. She may have really not seen him, too focused on what was happening up above. She could feel Calyth’s rage building up, but thankfully she did not mirror the green in attacking the bluerider. She remained in place, in-between Paralee and Z’is. The mix of rage and lust was a heavy force, therefore it wasn’t surprising when she rather suddenly reached both of her hands up and tangled them in her hair, her eyes closing firmly shut while her head sunk down. All that could be heard were pitiful whimpering sounds. She attempted to focus on Calyth, but the green was having her selfish time. It was all about Calyth today, which wasn’t all too different from every other day. The only difference was that this time she was bringing Tristen along for the ride!
The brown that was soon to join the ranks was noted with a snort. He was young, like she, but impressive. She admired him for a moment, even though he was most certainly not a blue. Then her attention was whisked away by her blue pursuers, and the mass amounts of open air before her.
As the rest of the group filed in, there came to be J’hatai (the brown’s rider,) and another young man that Tristen had never met before. Calyth didn’t know either of them, or their dragons. All it took was the words: ”H’to,” to be spoken from the ironrider that got Calyth-Tristen on edge. So this was the one that had kept H’to from Tristen for so long. No matter, Calyth knew that Tristen had yet to forgive the older rider. Chyurath was a sight to behold, and having an iron chase-no matter how young-was a great honour. Calyth was far too haughty to give him any real praise, but her ego had been considerably stroked. She observed the iron’s markings, slowing down to let some of her suitors get closer to her. To tease them and to be misleading was her ultimate goal.
Two purplerider’s joined Tristen in her weyr, and two purple’s joined Calyth in the sky. It was a most respectable turnout. More than, even! Calyth was pleased, and Tristen was feeling sickly. She didn’t recognize the purplerider’s either, but she stepped further back from everyone, bumping against the edge of her bed. She was doing her best to steady herself, but her co-ordination was failing her. The sight of a shirtless Y’nis wasn’t helping her any. It’s not that she was repulsed, but overwhelmed. She had come out of her shell to continue to observe those around her suspiciously. C’ian’s humming was at least something to focus on since it was so awkwardly silent. She could hear Calyth’s wing beat’s however. Not just hear, but feel too. Feel them as if they were her own. The power that surged through her dragon was practically hers, and yet... not even close. It was so hard to describe, and she wasn’t up for the challenge.
Tristen had always suspected that she’d be afraid, and she was, growing more and more afraid as each new suitor entered her weyr. It was becoming rather crowded in here, and had they all been out of flightlust the tension in the room would’ve been enough to kill a whole field of herdbeast’s. The group that had gathered was a very strange group, most of which she had a history with. They were all tied to one another in some way, shape, or form. ”No!” she found herself shouting.
And then, somehow, someway, there was her... And even though Z’is had always been good to her, and she had no qualms with him, he was still a part of what was going on. He was a part of this all. She needed her to come closer, she had to make her come closer. She was so far away, hanging there in the doorway like she was. She went to move, but couldn’t, stapled to her place. ”Jasra!” she pleaded, not sure how she’d managed to. Her hands were still tangled in her hair, but at saying the girls name her arms fell to her sides, and she found her butt hitting the bed behind her. So she had failed to keep herself upright-just great!
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Post by Kila on Apr 4, 2012 10:13:03 GMT -5
So she was impressed by all the Kings, Yusriyath saw. Well, he certainly couldn’t blame her. Despite his bonded’s ambiguous sexuality, male dragons were not for him, but all things shiny were hard to resist. He twisted in the air, laughing at his strange reasoning. Fortunately, he was not so distracted that he did not see Calyth turn and managed to dart out of the way when Calyth changed direction and charged at one of the Blues. How exciting! He beat his wings and shot after her- enthralled. She was keeping him on his toes, metaphorically, and thus keeping him interested. He trilled when she slowed, allowing him to get close. But no, she flew away again just as he drew near. What a tease! Instead of being irritated he was delighted by her flightiness. He was more than willing to play her games, in fact, they suited him.
Back in Tristen’s weyr, Y’nis stood rooted in the same spot he had claimed when he first entered. His mind was far away in the clouds with Yusriyath, so he had very little consciousness of what was going around him. Mirroring his Purple’s sentiments, a huge grin was plastered across his face.
Jasra, however, was much more alert. I shouldn’t be here, she thought again. A room full of men possessed by flight lust was no place for a young lady to be. Calyth and thus Tristen could only choose one of them, so the rest that were turned away, full of pent-up and unfulfilled desire, would all be exiting in her direction. As she had no intention of bedding down with any of them, it was a dangerous position to be in. Again, very bad timing on her part.
She felt bad leaving her friend when she was obviously scared. When Tristen shouted “No!” and backed away from her suitors, Jasra almost took a step forward. As if there’s anything I can do, she chastised herself. She was, in fact, becoming more useless by the minute. Surrounded by flight lust and with a large chase in process, she was beginning to feel the effects. They were not strong because Izkeeyerdeth was not involved, but small as they were, they were there, making it imperative that she go. Just as she turned to go, however, she heard Tristen call her name.
She saw the Green Rider fall to the bed pathetically and felt a strong, sudden urge to shelter her. Jasra was very protective of her friends and had been known to react even violently when they were in danger. Though Tristen was a relatively new friend, she was one of the only friends Jasra had at the moment. Entering the room without further hesitation, she prowled through the suitors like a dragoness, staring each one down dangerously. She stopped at the end of the bed, between Tristen and the rest of them. She knew this was not her place, but she would not move aside until Tristen made it clear that she desired her to- when Tristed desired one of them.
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Post by glee on Apr 4, 2012 12:34:24 GMT -5
This had to be one of the most awkward moments in his life, how could Muqith have ever described this as "fun"? The mood inside the greenrider's weyr was tense at best - J'hatai would've preferred the term "friendly as a tunnelsnake" to describe it. He did not feel comfortable - a good thing, really, because that way he was very determined to focus on the flight and ignore the other suitors and even the greenrider, but still. She seemed just as uncomfortable... was it supposed to be like that? Whatever.
Muqith, no, both of them, had become a little more serious seeing Calyth attack that poor Blue just for speaking out of turn and they drew on their strength to gain speed and go after her. There was no need for anyone else to get attacked if they ended this quick and caught her. Of course they knew that it would be next to impossible to catch her if she did not choose them, but what was the point in chasing if they didn't even try? Showing off and playing around was for Purples. They wanted to show her that they were serious and since they didn't have the experience to outmaneuver her with any tricks, speed and strength would have to do.
He only noticed the presence of the other girl in the corner of his perception. It was weird, she didn't feel like another suitor... Realisation hit J'hatai. She was not supposed to substitute, was she? Suddenly he did feel anger flare up inside of him, mostly because he was scared and didn't know what he was supposed to do if it would end up that way after he won. This made things unecessarily complicated and he didn't want to be distracted like that! This was his first flight and he wanted to win and for it to be proper!
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Post by matsi on Apr 4, 2012 21:44:44 GMT -5
Lanith kept his rumbles echoing for sometime, even as other suitors joined. It was strange to think that the others did not bother him much, but the blue, the blues bothered him. He was the best blue, and he did not like having other blues to try to beat him! How dare they think they could be better than him.
The blue's attention was shifted to the newer suitors for a moment, then the form of the green darting to him. He shifted his weight away from her, not truly bothered by her attack that just barely missed his hind legs. He had enough scars to prove that he had chased before. He had been the brave...well stupid...but also brave blue that dared to chase that horrific red. Why he had dared was beyond him, but that didn't matter now. He simply rumbled more, and kept up with the chase as the last few suitors joined the ranks in the skies that chased the green.
A familiar figure in the skies next to Lanith made him look over at the Iron that now also chased the Green. He rumbled to the Iron, but this rumble was slightly more friendly than the past rumbles. He knew Chyurath, and liked the iron, and knew His would be furious if he did anything to the Iron. These thoughts were faint in his lusty mind, but were there enough to keep him from getting aggressive with the larger dragon.
H'to watched, his eyes relaxed and longing as others entered the weyr. For the most part, his gaze stayed on Tristen. Dear dear tristen. But, at the sound of his name, his attention snapped to a familiar face that made his heart drop and his mind race to regain control over his body. W'lin was there. How horrible. Lust poured through his veins and clouded his mind again as he turned away from the Iron rider, his cheeks slightly blushed with nerves. Great. Not only was he lusty because of his sharding dragon, but now he longed for TWO people more than he ever had before. How brilliant.
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Post by princesal on Apr 4, 2012 23:45:48 GMT -5
He hated this.
It was official. He hated this more than anything else in the world. He couldn't get comfortable knowing that the dragon that Chyurath was watching from his high up spot, had a female rider. Maybe if it had been a male rider, W'lin would have been better, would have maybe even been hoping for Chyurath to win... but not when it was a girl. Not when the chances of him ending up in bed with one, was actually a possibility. It scared him to death, and that was a pretty big surprise on his part. Most of the time he thought he just had a natural dislike for women, he didn't seek out their companionship, the few words he had spoken to them were very VERY few and far between, and he had never entertained the idea of trying to be with one. But he had just thought he didn't like them, it had never occurred to W'lin that he was actually a bit to a lot afraid of them. They confused him, and had never spent any real time around them (besides his mother, who masqueraded as a man more often then not). It was that ice cold fear that stopped him from enjoying any of this. He had a firm attachment to the real world, and no amount of Chyu's flight lust was going to make him forget.
Not yet at least. And part of that was actually Chyurath's doing, he was watching, a lofty viewer to the scene, he was planning out his attack. He wanted to roar back at Lanith who had given him a near happy greeting, and wanted to knock Shirath out of the sky (with a valid reason). He tracked her movements, and tried to guess where he would turn next, he had gotten her first movement wrong, and he followed closer, starting to fly down further. He knew that if he followed the tight turns like other dragons were doing, he was going to tire far too quickly, and he didn't want to drop from the sky with his first flight ever. But through it all, his want was on the back burner, he was never going to be a dragon who took off on flights of fancy, especially not when his rider was so conflicted, so angry, so scared. If W'lin had been excited about the flight, if he had wanted to catch hold of the man whose dragon they were chasing, then Chyurath would be giving it his all, flying with strength and stamina until she was his. But now, even though he wanted her, wanted to prove his worth to her, he was more calculating, more focused. He didn't fly to hurt himself, didn't fly to stress his body, he flew to catch. She was going to be his, and with the last movement, he dove in, hoping to drive the other males off with his bulk at the same time as catch.
W'lin whimpered in the room, and his pale eyes focused on the other woman in the room, unlike some, he had no anger towards her. The idea of her being a stand-in flashed through his mind, and he felt sudden relief. He didn't care if she was a stand-in, in fact, he hoped she was! Because if she was, and Chyurath caught, that meant that W'lin wouldn't end up in bed with the girl! He could... he could grab H'to, and it would all be alright. The briefest smile flashed over his mouth, of pure relief.
Alright.
It seemed to be all the permission that Chyurath was waiting for, and with a roar of a cheer, he focused everything on her, and W'lin started to let himself get dragged away. He would have become fully submersed if H'to had answered to his name, if he hadn't looked at him. That dragged him right out of it, and it was painful.
No no no no no!
Chyurath didn't seem to be listening anymore, they weren't listening to the human, with human foibles, and problems. Green was there, and they were going to catch her, because he wanted to, and he was better than these idiots!
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Post by Boo on Apr 6, 2012 2:21:07 GMT -5
Hephaeth felt a surge of annoyance when he heard Calyth’s suggestion yet he refrained from answering. It wasn’t as though he was thinking himself assured of winning, more that he was simply letting her know… Well, whatever, if he didn’t pay attention to his flying then he would simply fall from the skies. However, when another blue joined, Hephaeth growled threateningly. This was not about the blue it was about his green sister. If push came to shove, he would let the other blue know exactly what he thought no matter about anything else. If he couldn’t catch Calyth, that didn’t matter as long as she was quite all right. As long as she was happy.
He rumbled softly as Calyth turned on Lanith and surged forwards, competing now with the dancing purple. That dragon was weird and as soon as Chyurath joined the Flight, Hephaeth became a little confused. There were so many dragons… Purples and irons, he’d never been in a Flight quite like this before. He didn’t like it but he would keep flying for Calyth. It hardly made sense to back out just yet. He had no reason to.
At least he had one thing the other, larger dragons didn’t have… He had speed. Well, perhaps not as much as some of the other blues and not nearly as much grace but he would still remain ahead of the iron, purples and brown.
Z’is stood in the weyr and felt a surge of fear and worry just as Hephaeth did when the other males joined. He was confused and concerned for Tristen… Just like Hephaeth, part of him wanted to simply leave but the other part felt the need to remain and… Help in some way. Hephaeth-Z’is wanted to keep Tristen and Calyth safe no matter what.
At that moment, Shirath swerved in front of both Chyurath and Lanith. He wasn’t meaning to stop them but to simply show off before the other dragons. Prove his worth in a way. Well and also to let them know how utterly fabulous he was! He was truthfully the most worthy dragon here for he was the best looking.
C’ian started singing a little louder, not noticing the movements of any other people in the room. Just as Shirath was in his own world so was the new purplerider. Completely and utterly oblivious to what was happening around him simply because Shirath was self obsessed at that moment.
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Post by Zane on Apr 16, 2012 17:31:58 GMT -5
{{ OOC| I'm truly sorry, I did my best to mention everyone that posted the second go around. There was definitely a lot going on, and a lot to get into the final post. I hope that everyone had fun, and I'm sorry that it felt so dragged out. I've been really busy with work, and now trying to find a place to move yet again so things have been hectic. I had a lot of fun with the flight, however, and I'm really happy as to how it all turned out. Thanks everyone. <3 }}
Calyth found Yusriyath to be even more flighty than she! Well, that was most certainly a feat. (Even if she was hard pressed to admit it.) She liked to think herself a-typical but really she followed much of the stereotype that befell all greens. It was probably a good thing that Y’nis wasn’t paying much attention to his overall surroundings. Things were about to become rather messy, so to speak. At least Tristen hadn’t taken up any violent behaviour towards any in her weyr, not like Calyth whom after targeting Lanith now had her eye on Shirath. Purple’s, purple’s, everywhere!
The redrider had once seemed so far, but as Tristen was struggling to stay in the skies that changed entirely. She very dizzily raised her head up to where the redhead was now standing defensively by her. She wished she could’ve voiced something... anything. Even a mere “thank you” would’ve sufficed, but she was useless with Calyth’s hold over her. They were so connected, so...
One...
Anything that was likely to come out of her mouth wasn’t going to be any means of thanks. Not at present. But she tended to be like an open book and therefore there was a glimpse of appreciation that flitted over her face. She went to reach out, only to drop her arm, deciding she didn’t want to do that. No, Calyth-Tristen decided that she didn’t want Tristen to do that. This flight was not over! One of the riders in this room would soon belong to her, and their dragon to Calyth!
Calyth snorted, not at all feeling bad about going for Lanith. The blue had deserved it. He’d helped to lead her rider on when clearly H’to was not at all interested in the poor girl. Not to mention Lanith had attacked Hephaeth, her dearest friend, in a flight prior. No. He most certainly deserved her rage. Her eyes whirred a momentary red, her gaze going from Shirath, to Lanith, and then back to Shirath. The purple was far too happy!
The dragons kept in pursuit, some speeding up to try and show that they could keep pace, well others seemed to be attempting to display their overall strength. Calyth wasn’t sure, how, or why, but her and Tristen were both aware of H’to’s gaze just then. Lanith’s friendliness with Chyurath also made it very clear. This was... was... infuriating! The blue was supposed to be focusing on her and H’to was supposed to want Hers, just Hers. Calyth bellowed out, a ferocious sound that shook even the rider whose dragon had made it. Tristen could feel the rage building up inside of her now also, but the fear that mingled with it had her near shaking. ”No... no, no...” she began muttering, pulling her legs up on the bed to fold beneath her. She looked from one person to the other around the room, breathing heavily enough to be heard by most of them.
Calyth, in the mean time, struck her tail at Shirath, winging right around to fly straight at him. Her anger wasn’t being properly directed, but she detested that he could be so happy when she was so angry right now! Everyone was supposed to be just as angry as her! How dare the pathetic blue and his rider go against Hers like this! How dare they! (A little self absorbed was she? I think so.) Calyth could feel her bond with Tristen grow immensely in a matter of seconds, and the desire to protect her rider was stronger than ever. Suddenly this flight was not about her at all, but about them.
You all better think me a prize! Mine is a prize! You’re all chasing the best prize there is! she announced, bellowing out again for those who hadn’t heard her the first time, though that seemed incredibly unlikely. C’ian’s singing had gone right over Tristen’s head, and perhaps everyone else’s too. Shirath cutting off Lanith and Chyurath only infuriated the green even more. When there was hardly any distance between them now, she lowered her head to headbutt purple Shirath in the side. He really hadn't done anything but be enthusiastic! Satisfied with the violence she’d delivered, she turned about yet again, her anger driving her to fly as fast as she could. Her focus was not on Hephaeth, no, her friend would not be the chosen today. Her energy was largely depleted, and she soon came to realize that she wasn’t just flying straight down, but dropping. Dare to catch me! she issued as her last challenge, not at all looking back though she felt the presence of Chyurath. The iron really was impressive; she couldn’t keep the thought from her mind. He seemed to dive at the opportune moment to her dropping, and that was the presence she indeed felt. She tired, and he was more than worthy. He could have her! Giving herself up to the iron, Calyth crooned affectionately (as strange as it was to hear coming from her.) He could carry the both of them, she knew he very well could!
It was done, it was really over. Calyth must’ve known, she had to have. Tristen couldn’t think on it now, but deep inside she knew that her green had anticipated that this would happen. The way W’lin was looking at H’to, and H’to at W’lin. Then Jasra... so close. ”Leave!” Tristen shouted at all of them, sounding much more demanding than she ever had before. Clearly it was Calyth acting out through her. Her lust heightened as the two dragons practically became one. The fear that someone else would leave overtook her. Someone she wanted. Someone that was not meant to leave!
”Come here,” Tristen beckoned to the redhead, not giving her any time at all to respond, because before she knew it her hand was tightly gripping Jasra’s arm, pulling her towards her. Down onto the bed, where Tristen needed her to be. The greenrider didn’t wait for any words to be spoken, or a response to be given, permitting her hands to roam the other girl shamelessly. Continuing to pull at the girl she made her best effort to land the redhead on top of her, claiming Jasra’s mouth with her own. Faranth, she’s so beautiful. Tristen just wanted Jasra close. As close as she could get. Jasra was hers, and no one better dare attempt to take her away. ”You’re beautiful,” she whispered, never having known that her desire could be so strong. She really hadn't meant to voice her thoughts out loud, truth was that she couldn't help it.
{{ OOC| Hope this is alright with you Kila. Let me know if any edits need to be made love. c: }}
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Post by princesal on Apr 23, 2012 9:02:48 GMT -5
It was silly to watch all these other dragons fly after Calyth, and not know what they were doing, he watched her, higher than they were, watched her every move. When she shifted, he followed that, when she dipped, he was cursing those idiots for not realizing it sooner. He had to show them how it was done, besides, greens were cute (who would have thought Chyurath would have a soft spot for green dragons?). Shifting his wings, he dove down expertly, and started to chase. He didn't even make a noise as he did so, not calling out to her, not singing her sonets, or rhymes, or making promises he would not keep. He flew with focus, wanting to show the idiots how it was done. It may have been his first chase, but already he felt he knew what to do better than seasoned dragons. It also gave him time to assess other dragons, possibly dragons that were in his wing, he could follow their flight rhymth and later he and his could improve upon it.
Too much wing with not enough concentration on body, too much excitement so the burn out was faster. How did they not know this?
Diving down, he saw Shirath pop up, the purple dragon was recognizable to him, ingrained in his mind, and he was going to barrel into him. For a split second, Chyurath couldn't remember what was so awful about the purple. His infactuation was rather annoying, but he was strong and handsome a- his thoughts skidded to a halt, and he was thinking with the heat that carried him through this chase. If he hit Shirath, he was prepared to catch the purple dragon and give up the chase of Green Calyth. Possibly she knew this, as he saw her headbutt his purple clutchmate out of the way. She knew what she was doing, and he couldn't call her an idiot, especially when she was glowing the way she was. Blowing past Shirath, while Chyu wasn't known for his speed, and never would be, he knew how to move through the air when he needed to.
And right now... right now he needed to.
When she drooped, rather than dove, he was surprised, but then again, fighters weren't known for stamina, but rather their ability to dance upon the air in a way he never could. That was how he could win flights, outlasting them all, he recognized his strength and weaknesses, and improved upon them in leaps and bounds when he needed to. She was slowing down, and he was just hitting his stride, and Chyurath knew that she was his when he heard that croon. He felt triumph zing through him, and when he was close enough, grabbed onto her. If she was to stop flying, he would indeed carry her. She was his, and he staked his claim, more than happy to do so. He felt happiness, and tried to send it to W'lin... who was freaking out, big time, right now.
Oh yes, indeed he was. He knew that while Chyurath was putting up a front that he was chasing to show the idiots how it was done, that he had really wanted the green. He felt the lust in every bit of the Iron, from the way the tip of his wings trembled, to the slash of his forked tail through the air. He was chasing to catch, and that horrified him. He wouldn't even look at Tristen, and the anger was pouring off of him in bucketloads. If he was a dragon, he'd be the embodiment of an angry red, dangerous one at that, ready to strike out and try and rip someone to shreds. Everything was wrong, and he was doing his best to fight it. Disgust also ran through him, that Chyu would catch, and he'd be forced to... he couldn't even think of it.
But above all, there was the fact that his dragons lust was filling his body up, clouding his mind and its judgement. He was nearly in tears, because he didn't want this, but at the same time he did. The lack of control was terrifying, and he wondered if it would be easier had Calyth's rider been male. It was possible, but it was also possible that he would have put up just the same amount of fight, be angry all the same. All the emotions smashing in to one gave W'lin the appearance of a wild canine, growling, and ready to rip a throat out. He flinched at noises, and would have run out of the room, had he felt able to control his own body.
He felt his Iron wings shift, felt himself diving, and was pleading that Chyurath would not do it, that they would not catch her, that they couldn't catch her... and then... then he did. Immediately he felt the zing of pleasure spike through him just as it did to Chyurath, yet he wouldn't open his eyes, he wouldn't look at the girl, and felt nauseated at the idea that he didn't look because he didn't want to feel himself wanting her. It was entirely unnatural for him, no matter what his dragon had done. But... but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt when she yelled at them to get out... no... to leave, it felt like she had just taken a sledgehammer to his body.
He didn't expect the pain that came with this, didn't expect it, and he felt as if he couldn't see clearly. All he wanted was out of the room, away from her, the cause of his pain. He didn't want to touch anyone, rejection hit him like a boulder, and made everything that had just happened that many times worse. Staggering out of the room, he braced himself against a hall wall, trying to get some cooling to his heated body. This was horrible, this was torture. It was his first chase, and he had won when he hadn't wanted to... and now... now was suffering because of it. What did he do?! His mind was too muddled to remember what they had been taught... what was going to happen?
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Post by matsi on Apr 23, 2012 19:44:36 GMT -5
Lanith roared and Hissed at the iron as he watched the green choose the iron. How could that green choose an Iron! It was he, Lanith, that chose that green's rider to stand at a hatching! Yet, there was not much else he could do. He knew that. He would sulk to himself. He would go back to his weyr and sulk. First, he had to check in with his.
H'to, Nice try, handsome. She kicked us all out. Even W'lin, H'to's mind was still foggy with lust as he stood just on the other side of the entrance to Tristen's Weyr, watching W'lin. Longing was still there, just like the lust. His eyes watched the ironrider for a moment before a small, lusty smile fromed on his lips. He couldn't just let his Iron Rider suffer, could he?
H'to wandered slowly to W'lin and put his hand on his shoulder, ever so lightly. "Wessy?" He asked softly, still grinning in his fogged way.
((Woah sorry, crappy. *derp* so brain dead from finals))
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