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Post by Reky on Apr 6, 2012 13:31:04 GMT -5
Karath was a frustrating beast.
Ever since Thread had fallen upon her and her rider, she had declared the sky her mortal enemy and cowered in fear of it. Kesviry bore this scar as a long and violent score down her hip and leg, and also as the daily fight to get the frightened pink into the air. It had to happen: Kes would not allow herself to become useless because of a handicapped dragon. She would not apply to be grounded, and so she convinced her Karath the sky's safety tirelessly at first, but slowly became exasperated. With each new day, Karath had forgotten how she had flown without incident the day before. By now, Kesviry discarded any presentation of logic and relied solely on forced conviction. Karath, you will fly and you will be fine, she would say, and whining, the pink would agree.
The past few days, however, had produced only silence from the dragon. Kesviry, to make up for it, spoke to her almost endlessly, but the pink seemed not to want to here it. She simply endured Kesviry's idle, boring chatter, and skulked about their weyr. Even the usual affectionate nuzzling and cuddling that often accompanied their weyr-bound evenings was gone, and with it, the stillness in Kesviry's stomach. It turned at the sight of Karath's glowing hide. Finally accepting the inescapable event to come, Kesviry, too, returned to her quiet self.
She had, of course, been aware of the side-effects of Flights. As much as she would have liked to think she was ready, she understood that she was not. At twenty-one Turns, she held little to no worldliness - at least, not pertaining to the reality of Pern. The world in her head, of course, she knew well - and in that would she would have been safe from prying, dragon-touched eyes and hands. Instead, she fretted about strangers coming into her safe and private havens and ran her hand endlessly through her harsh, angled hair. Kesviry sat as a strangely beautiful monolith at the center of her bed: tall, thin, alone and a woman.
Karath pressed herself into the corner.
Then, all at once, the dragon burst forward with an urgent, frightened scream. It was though someone had lit a fire under her wings, and she was fleeing, taking to the sky of her own accord for the first time since her injury. She cried up into the gray clouds, a pinpoint of colour in a dreary, late-winter day. She had a brief moment of clarity where she realized what she was doing, and it scared her half to death. A-ah! Help! shrieked her mindvoice. Mine! Anyone! Help!
Such was the far-from-glamorous call-to-arms that the males of the Weyr received. Karath flew hard and fast into the cloud cover and across the sky. She knew she was scared, but she did not know what it was that she ran from. She knew, though, that she needed someone to catch her and bring her back down to the safety of the ground. Someone with wings who would keep her warm. Her Flight would not be long: she had no desire to stay where she had flown without meaning to. She just needed help getting down.
Her fear was infectious and took to Kesviry immediately. The young woman sat perfectly still, save for her one hand which plucked obsessively at the end of her sleeve. Through her eyes she saw, instead of the open ledge and ajar door to her weyr, the vast and directionless sky, and it worried her. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 6, 2012 14:38:41 GMT -5
Weslieth's head snapped up at the cry for help, and instinctively he surged toward the opening of his weyr, only to be brought up short by confusion. The lust that melded with his bones was nothing new to him, but it had never before been accompanied by that kind of panicked shriek, and he didn't know what to do. Should he go be a hero and friend to the terrified pink, or obey the dictates of his own hormones? And he only became even more befuddled when he sorted it all out and realised both things were one and the same.
Jazz, as always allowed to follow his whirling thoughts, gave a laugh and came to his side. "Down," she commanded, and scrambled onto his head and from there to his neck. Straps were not necessary for this short jaunt. "You'll take me to her weyr, and then you'll fly."
But she doesn't want me to! That is...I think she does...oh, I don't know what to do![/i]
"Help the lady," Jazz suggested, giving him a pat. "And I'll help her lady or gentleman, as the case may be." She did not realize it was Karath's first flight, of course, for how could she know such a thing, but any dragon as scared as that would be having an effect on her rider.
Weslieth found the appropriate weyr ledge easily enough, and Jazz slid off his head, giving his muzzle a hug. "Fly fair," she suggested, and watched as he turned and sprang into the sky, as bright a splash of color as the now-distant pink he chased. For her part, she strode over to the open door and lingered in the aperture, leaning against it, arms languidly crossed. She could already feel the flightlust stirring in her belly, but she'd been doing this for far too long not to be master of it at such an early stage.
"She'll be fine, you know," Jazz told Kesviry gently. "So will you."
Weslieth, for this part, gained steadily on the frightened Karath, not caring much about who might or might not choose to chase her too. All he knew was that this beautiful dragon-woman needed his help, though he still was perfectly confused about what, and so he was going to her rescue! Nobody should be allowed to be scared, it was upsetting to them and to him. He didn't dawdle; he could sense she didn't mean this to be a long flight, and there would be no fancy flying or tricks from him today. Just an offer of comfort, of bringing her back down to earth where she could be happy again, because being happy was a much more pleasant feeling.
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Post by Boo on Apr 6, 2012 20:11:25 GMT -5
Far be it for Shirath to be dissuaded from the experiences of his previous Flight. No, here he was, ready to Chase yet again. No way was he worried about anything that happened when there was a female dragon involved who would clearly come to adore and love him. That was; all dragons would come to love and adore him. He would not be rejected! Never ever rejected! Shirath bugled a call to the pink female and nose-dived out of the Weyr, not waiting for C’ian’s instruction. In fact, the rider was not even in the weyr. No, he was actually out performing some duties and helping with some of the bagging of firestone.
As soon as he spotted his purple dragon diving from the Weyr and shooting past, C’ian knew what was up but was thoroughly confused for a second later Shirath relayed a frightened call to him. Was she in danger? Yet the lust he felt did not quite coincide with the emotions of the pink in the sky.
She is Karath and she is beautiful but fears something. I will Chase her and try to stop her from being so fearful. I am an amazing dragon and as soon as she sees me she will not fear so much.
Shirath soared after Karath whilst C’ian dropped everything and made his long way to the Weyr of Kesviry. He did not know them well but it was simply Shirath’s will. C’ian had learned from others that in this moment, one had to give in to the will of the dragon.
The purple soared before the pink, chasing after her in his ways. He bugled another call as he did so.
Karath, do not worry! I shall protect you for I am strong and beautiful.
Shirath had yet to learn that Flights were all about the female. In fact, he had yet to learn that calling out to a female was not standard practice. Probably he would never learn. The purple rather loved himself and figured every dragon should know it.
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Post by matsi on Apr 6, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -5
I'm just a step away
I'm just a breath away
Losing my faith today
Falling off the edge today
I am just a man
Not superhuman
I'm not superhuman
Someone save me from the hate
It's just another war
Just another family torn
Falling from my faith today
Just a step from the edge
Just another day in the world we live
I need a hero to save me now
I need a hero, save me now
I need a hero to save my life
A hero will save me just in time Apoth was happily perched on his ledge, watching the blue flit, Yang, dance around the air as His read some silly papers. His eyes were softly colored, relaxed, and slightly content. His breathing was steady and light. Everything was at ease, and even with the darting of the hyper blue flitter, everything was calmer than it had been in days, maybe even seasons. Apoth's sides reflected light slightly, giving him a glowing appearance for the moment. The ease all changed within moments, though. The scream echoed in the air, making Apoth jolt to his feet and making S'id sit straight and look at the brown, curious as to what was going on. Apoth's eyes danced with worried colors as the Pink's frightened, yet summoning, mindvoice echoed in his own mind. Was she in trouble? Or was she flying? Apoth wasn't quite sure at first, but he could then feel the lust. He didn't like to chase, but this one... She needed help too. The brown turned his head to His quickly, Making S'id blink in confusion. I chase. We will help them. I will save her from her fear. Go now to her weyr, S'id, The brown rumbled deeply, earning a slight and unsure nod from His. Pleased with the response he got, Apoth launched himself into the skies, his massive sails catching the air quickly. The pink was easy to find in the skies. First off, pink in blue sky stood out. Secondly, her first suitor wasn't exactly pale in color either. Once he got his sights set on the pink, Apoth played the catch up game, huffing himself as he did so. Adrinaline and lust was his fuel, pushing him forward at a quick pace, until he caught up. He slowed his flight, conserving his energy, and hummed a lusty yet protective greeting to the pink. He didn't give the yellow a single glance. It was not he that needed the help. It was not he that needed his attention. No. It was the frightened pink. Apoth did not like the fear that radiated off of the pink. None in Dalibor should fear. They were protected by the best dragons in all of Pern. Apoth wanted to show this Pink just that. He was one of the best. He was a kingly dragon. He would give her his love and protection, all of it. She deserved it all. S'id wasn't exactly thrilled with Apoth flying. The brown rarely chased, and only chased once before. His thoughts were unimportant though. He wandered, mindlessly, to the Weyr of the pink's rider. He didn't get there by his own memory, for he wasn't even sure if he had met this person before. All of it was instinct. Everything that made him tick at the moment, was instinct and Apoth. His eyes were misty as he entered the Weyr and found where it was that the rider was. His fogged, dazed eyes looked at the rider, wanting to be her hero just as Apoth wanted to be the pink's superman. It was a burning sensation in him, itching to be freed. I'm gonna fight for what's right
Today I'm speaking my mind
And if it kills me tonight
I will be ready to die
A hero's not afraid to give his life
A hero's gonna save me just in time
I need a hero to save me now
I need a hero, save me now
I need a hero to save my life
A hero will save me just in time
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Post by cy on Apr 8, 2012 19:34:19 GMT -5
[/i]. Like the flowers that she was possibly allergic to. Swiftly, he launched to his feet and he threw himself into the air in one smooth and fearless lunge. ‘I shall save yoooooou~ Ocouth is here, my dear precious Karath!’ He crooned, plunging into the chase with swirling eyes locked on the small pink, the prettiest pink in all of the entire world. E’ra was out the door before he could think about everything else that he needed to clean or before he could worry about what C’lin would think. He worried so much about C’lin. It threatened to slow his steps along a semi-familiar path, but then Ocouth sang to his pink lady and her image filled his head, overwhelmed common sense and rationality. She was so tall and stiff, and he could clearly remember the awe that she encouraged in him whenever he saw her. She had a smile that she didn’t use nearly often enough. She had a smile that could make a person feel proud. She had strength in her jaw and in her reason. She had an endless fountain of wisdom in her eyes. He felt thrilled to be going to see her, almost as if the path to her door was nothing more than his usual skip to a friend—and she was certainly a friend, he thought so—and he worked hard to latch on to that, doing his best to ignore the awkwardness of the reality of the situation that he was going to her room for much more than a visit. And he grinned when he saw her, slipping into her room. He didn’t notice the others, just as Ocouth paid no mind to his own competition as he pursued her. Her hide was shining, her muscles were powerful, her call was enticing and she was so afraid. So very afraid and he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself up in her and protect her from the everything that scared her as they plummeted to the ground. He’d never wanted to win a lady so badly, he was sure.[/ul] (So it's been forever since I've written and I was almost scared to try, but then it was so difficult to stop. So yeah.)[/size] |
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Post by Reky on Apr 8, 2012 22:09:32 GMT -5
The pink had scared herself to the point of ignorance. She knew, from their voices and from the brief flickers in her peripheral vision, that she was being follow. Her unwillingness to look back, however, left the number and nature of her chasers a mystery. Frantically, her mind filled in the details. The visions that came to her were born of paranoia: sky-monsters, ravenous wherries, dragons turned vicious and hungry. They crooned sweet words of praise and safety, yet Karath processed none of it. There were too many of them. She felt endangered.
Suddenly, the pink broke free of the clouds, surfacing in a bright blue emptiness. Below her, the clouds were a calm sea of gray that roiled only where she had passed through. Her suitors came after her, and this time, she saw them in full. First, a yellow, and her dragon heart leapt briefly at the bright hide. Was it Ocouth? But it wasn't, nor was the purple or the brown that followed. Then, her greatest friend appeared as a second sun in the sky. She hung in the air for a moment, so shocked by this that she thought it a hallucination, and forgot about her own wings.
Kesviry, too, was made wide-eyed, tight-jawed and pink-cheeked by E'ra's appearance in her room. People had been speaking to her - a woman, she thought, and though she felt drawn to Jasmine, her unease was too paralyzing. Ocouth and E'ra, however, two of the very few beings to have gotten down past Kesviry's guarded, shy exterior, served as a brief moment of comfort in this otherwise tumultuous and unnerving experience. For a moment, Kesviry-Karath's vision was on the boy and not on the dragons who chased her.
The pink fell back into the cloud cover. She screamed in surprise, twisting mid-air in a desperate attempt to right herself. When she did, she was immersed in the gray haze. Condensation beaded on her frantic wings and was flung in her erratic movements. Karath darted sharply, fast, and wayward through the clouds. Where am I? Help! Oh, no, wait, stay away! Don't hurt me! I don't want to die! And she wasn't going to, but Karath was fiercely unaware of that. [/blockquote] |
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Post by matsi on Apr 8, 2012 22:24:49 GMT -5
Apoth's gaze shot to all of the others chasing the pink. Yellow and purple hides were all chasing the pink, and he was the only brown. He huffed loudly and let his lusty-protective gaze land on the pink again as she paused for a moment before falling back into the clouds and letting out her scream of shock and fear. Apoth rumbled, not in anger, no, but in a way that he really couldn't explain. He wanted to protect her. Yet, she would not see the safty that he offered. She was scared. They were all there to protect her and save her from her fears, but she did not understand. The growl was an expression of these frustrations. The softly colored brown couldn't bear to see this pink so fearful! He rumbled again and folded his wings to dive back into the clouds, after the frantic pink. He let out a call to her. Not a roar, but a soft musical call. He wanted to tell her she was safe. He wanted to show her that she was beautiful. He wanted her to know that she would be protected by him, the king taught by the current king. He would be the best one to protect her, and he sang to her for a moment, telling her this. His song didn't last too long, though, and he was soon rumbling with his frustrations again. His large sails beat the air steadily and smoothly as he tried to keep at a good pace so that he didn't waist his energy. One never knew when you would have to fight, or carry your princess to the safety of the planet again. His strength would be saved, just in case.
S'ig looked at the other riders that were in the room. His gaze was sharp, but he felt soft on the inside as he looked back at the pink rider. Longing. So much longing! He wanted her in his arms, and he wanted to pet her head and tell her everything was alright. Emotions that radiated from Apoth tainted his own mind and emotions as he looked at the pink rider. Frustration that she couldn't see how he would protect her, longing to hold her against his own warm body, and excitement to see if he could win her. The emotions were like a wild fire, filling his veins like a poison. He needed her.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 8, 2012 22:26:18 GMT -5
Jazz remained languidly leaning against the door, not quite in the room and not quite out of it. Her own lust was building, her desire for this young woman, but it was not yet overpowering. Some people, she well knew, were pushy in moments like these, but at least this seemed to be a fairly calm gathering. Faranth knew she might've felt a need to punch out anyone who tried to take early liberties with poor Kesviry in a moment of vulnerability like this. One might have comparatively little choice in partner during a Flight, but that didn't mean one needed to be uncouth.
Weslieth was briefly distracted by the sight of another yellow. Oh, how he hoped to someday make Ocouth's acquaintance! But this was a very fleeting thought, for no male could be as interesting and wanted as Karath was in this moment. She flailed through the clouds as if they held terrors, though as best the yellow could discover, they held nothing but suitors who wanted to shield her from her fears; he could not hope to match her sharp movements, and flew largely straight, keeping pace with her.
I will not hurt you![/i] he cried. You will not die or go between![/i] None of this made sense, and it worried him, but nothing would draw him away from the beautiful pink who needed help; he was far too good-natured to abandon her, despite the presence of three other suitors with the same purpose. He did dare to make a suggestion, knowing it was what his rider would have done were this her pursuit: Why don't you leave the clouds so you can see?[/i] If she could see, then she could choose one of them and be saved.
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Post by cy on Apr 9, 2012 17:37:17 GMT -5
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Post by Boo on Apr 9, 2012 21:45:13 GMT -5
A croon escaped the purple as the pink shouted again. Eyes were on the female for the moment but as soon as two yellows joined, Shirath was distracted.
Oh fabulous Ocouth! You look radiant against the sky but we shall compets of course! We shall compete for the beauty of Karath.
Shirath bugled once more and then darted through the sky, twirling in on himself as he chased after Karath. He wanted to help her too, no female should ever be scared or alone especially when he was there to help them. It was ok, as soon as she saw him then she would be quite all right and very happy he was certain.
Shirath flew all the harder, knowing he was the strongest out of all the males and the prettiest. Clearly he was the best choice in the whole Weyr and certainly the best out of all the males flying at that moment. Just look at his stripy hide! Look at it! He was the best of them all. So many different purple colours that look fabulous!
Karath do not worry! I, Shirath, will never allow anything bad to happen to you! If you fall I would catch you! Nothing will ever happen. Everything is fine! All of us will save you.
Shirath flew harder, trying to get closer to the beauty in the hopes that if she fell then he would be able to catch her. He could never allow her to be harmed. She was a beautiful pink dragon and should never fear the skies! In the Weyr, C’ian just about moved towards Kesviry with more compassion than his dragon, hoping that she would be ok. He understood what it was to be scared but he’d never been scared of the skies. He wanted to understand her fear and help the woman. She needed help!
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Post by Reky on Apr 10, 2012 21:25:58 GMT -5
Karath and her suitors had not gotten far. Most of the distance they traveled was vertical, and the pink was already panting from her frantic climb. It was to be expected - she had not drank the thick and warm blood of a beast to lend her any energy, and so she was running dry of it. Her vision pulsed with her straining heart and she struggled to keep up her mad dash. Now frightened of her own weakness instead of the directionless sky, Karath slowed.
Her suspension in the air was sloppy. She wobbled and flared her wings haphazardly as though she wished to catch all of the clouds beneath them. If she could, she would, for it would undoubtedly hold her up better than she was managing on her own. She heard the bright voice of Weslieth in her head and it made her drop a few meters before catching herself. Startled, she stuttered, L-l-l-leave the c-clouds? Eek! But how? She also heard Shirath, but his words did not offer comfort. All of them save her? How could they? They would crash or fight and plummet to the ground in a jumbled mess - she was sure of it. She shook her pounding head in denial. No, no, no - she could not be doomed! She saw no way out of this. No way out alive, at least. She shrieked again and dropped.
The poor creature drifted out of the bottom of the clouds like rain and caught sight of Dalibor Weyr not far away. It was gray and faded from the fog, but it was there, and it offered her some last minute refuge. She knew which way was down with certainty now. Down, however, seemed to be coming up to meet her much faster than she anticipated. Ocouth! Karath threw open her wings and, with her final burst of energy, propelled herself upward far enough to reach out to her saviour. She twined about him fiercely like a drowning child to a raft. Help me, she willed him with her panicked touch, and allowed herself to fall with her hero.
Kesviry blinked. Her vision snapped from the streaked sky Karath fell through to the weyr and the face of the boy before her. She knew him. Or, at least, she hoped she did, for she had spoken and smiled to him more than she had to any other person in the Weyr, but she had not seen him for some time. She wanted to know him more, she decided frantically, and reached to him with shaking hands. "E'ra," came his name through her flushed lips. Kes drew him near by his fingers twined with hers.
The logical part of her brain would not call him her saviour as Karath called Ocouth, but he was something to her - something important. [/blockquote] |
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