RavenSong
Jr. Weyrleader
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 14, 2012 19:40:44 GMT -5
Nara was puttering about her weyr yet again, glancing occasionally at the sleeping form of Simhath. A smile found its way to her face as she looked at the glowing dragon. Wait... glowing? Nara took a second glace at her dragon's hide. Yep. Simhath was glowing. Any day, then, she would Rise. Nara paused a moment to ponder the thought, smiling. It would be her first time as well. Fitting that she share such a time with her dragon, she thought. She put it aside, vowing to keep her eye on her playful green henceforth. The greenrider continued to straighten up her weyr, dusting and rearranging things as necessary.
Simhath woke up and stretched languidly, moving sinuously. Her eyes whirled blue-violet, darkening ever so slowly into a true violet. Nara glanced over at her, smiling softly, missing the color of her dragon's eyes.
"Good morning, Simhath," she said cheerfully, earning a growl in response. Naraevhyn raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
Simhath's response was a rush of emotion that nearly floored Naraevhyn. Longing, anger, hunger, the need to fly hard and fast to outrun... something. As Nara processed the emotions, Simhath let out a shriek and dove into the Weyr Bowl, heading straight for the herdbeast pens. Nara knew exactly what was happening when she got through Simhath's emotions and realized her own body was echoing Simhath's. Simhath had risen.
BLOOD THAT HERDBEAST! she roared mentally, meeting resistance from her Green. Simhath had absolutely no intention of blooding the kill. Nara reined her dragon in mentally, exerting her will over her playful green's.
Blood it or I will NEVER play with you again, she reiterated.
You MUST play with me! Simhath responded.
Then you had best blood that herdbeast, Nara replied, fighting to maintain control. Once the Green had filled her belly with blood, she would let go. Until then, control was hers. Simhath reluctantly blooded the kill, discovering to her pleasure that the blood that ran down her throat and into her belly was warm and delicious. She left the herdbeast once she had drained its veins and leapt upon another, blooding it as well. The green was about to blood a third when she caught the scent of something on the wind, the scent of what she needed to outrun: male dragons.
With a challenging shriek to the males, Simhath leapt into the air. Nara let go of Simhath's mind at that point, shaking from the effort it took to keep the green from fully giving in to instinct.
RACE TIME! Simhath blasted to all the dragons in the Weyr. Boys are SLOW! See if you can get me, silly boys, I'm faster than you all! Simhath raced up into the clouds as fast as she could, an emerald gleam in the sky. Her champion would have to beat her at her own game. She spiralled around a cloud in a tight loop, screaming her exultation to the sky.
Back in Naraevhyn's weyr, the black-haired wingrider calmly sat down on her bed, letting Simhath's emotions course through her. It was exhilarating, easily both the strangest and most wonderful thing she had ever felt.
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Post by matsi on Apr 15, 2012 16:04:42 GMT -5
Wujith hummed to himself, his eyes whirling with dreamy colors as he watched His. B'an wasn't doing anything interesting! Silly human. The black didn't really mind, though. Instead, his eyes just watched as His sat on the floor, with Lupita the canine in his lap, cleaning gear. The Black's mind was as focused on His as it could be, while the other half was off dancing in crazy town.
B'an...
B'an looked up from the riding straps and at his cloud-swirled black.
Why is the sky always blue?[/b] We have been through this, B'an replied as he looked back down at his riding straps, grinning to himself. Lupita was half asleep in his lap, and wasn't fazed by his moving. B'an's mind was then, once again, flooded by Wujith's odd thoughts. Images of odd creatures dancing on water, and runner like beats flying through the skies were just a few of the thoughts that B'an peeked at. Otherwise, he ignored the Black's crazy yet wonderful thoughts. That is, until the thoughts stopped still and nothing but waves of bright color poured into B'an's head. The colors, though invisible to his eyes, were bright and almost skull-cracking painful.
Riza, B'an's pink flit that rested on the bed, squealed loudly as she darted into the air, then Betweened out of the weyr. This startled B'an and he stood and approached his small, lanky black dragon. "Wu?" He asked as the colors only burst again and again in his mind. Each burst was brighter and more powerful than the last, and almost to the point that B'an was flinching. Then he noticed a pattern. The colors came in waves, along with an odd feeling that seemed to attack his chest. Simhath. What an odd name, isn't it, B'an?[/i] The black's mind-voice was more dreamy and insane sounding than normal, and B'an only looked at the beast. "Sure...?"
The black fell silent again for a moment, his brain filled with wonder and curiosity. I want the one with the odd name, B'an. Her name isn't as wonderful as ours, but it is wonderfully horrendous! I want to tell her![/i]
B'an was so confused, even as the green's scream echoed in the background. This just wasn't like Wujith. Not at all. Sure, he was a little crazy, be he never really showed eagerness to go to others. To share his craziness.
Then it hit him. B'an's heart sank. Shards. Yet, before he could say anything to his Insane Black, Wujith was on his feet and taking flight to go after the green. The colors in B'an's mind started to form a solid mass. A solid mass of lusty purple, then shapes of what Wujith saw danced in the ocean of purple. Without knowing what he was doing, B'an started off to the Weyr of the Green. He couldn't really see anything, except what Wujith saw. It was like looking through a purple film, and looking at the weyr from above. Everything was brilliantly shaded purple, from light lavander, to deep royal shades. Yet, somehow, even with this odd film and video playing in his mind, B'an made it to the Green Rider's Weyr. He entered without hesitation, his muscles twitching with the odd and wild emotion that poured off of Wujith, and sweat beaded on his skin.
Finally, he was able to control the purple images of Wujith, just enough to take in the information of where he was. Not that he really knew where he was, but the moment he set his eyes on the green rider, He felt as if he lost himself, and he had become that crazy black that was in the skies.
Wujith didn't care what His thought this time. He wanted the odd named green! He knew her, and knew she was different too! Wujith's typically multi-colored eyes were totally purple, with only a few variations of the color swirling like clouds in the facets. He hummed dreamily to the green as he caught up to her. What a wonderfully horrid name you have, Simhath! Almost as wonderfully horrid as my own![/b] He twirled in the air, making a cloud mix and spin as he darted through it like a blender. He hummed and sang a crazy, off note song, happy and pushed well over the crazy mark by the lust that filled his veins for the first time. How horrible it was. Yet, he loved it. It made him think of amazing things, and especially made him think of that pretty green! He wanted to show her his dreamlands, He wanted to so badly!
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Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Nia on Apr 15, 2012 20:38:14 GMT -5
A'li was taking a nap, curled up night and comfortable in his bed. It hadn't been a particularly long day really, but he was exhausted from doing Wingsecond work. Or at least that's what he was telling himself, the reality of it was that the red-haired Purplerider was simply being lazy. Beiruth was curled in his own area, although he wasn't asleep. The dimly colored purple watched the skies idly. Nothing of particular interest had happened in quite a while to his boring, dull rider. Why had he picked this one again?
Before Beiruth could get too much into wondering why he'd picked such a dreadful rider, a female's shout rang through his mind. Ooh. A race? A game? Now there was an interesting female. Not like His at all. He moved over to A'li's bed and nosed the rider out of bed, pushing him on to the floor. A'li jolted upright as he hit the ground, opening his eyes in a panic. The hell was that for, you sharding beast?! he demanded Beiruth, who rumbled happily. A lady flies, so I am to chase her. Do you have a problem with that? [/i] Beiruth asked with mock curiosity, of course he knew His was going to have a problem. So without waiting for A'li's typical protest, Beiruth was out of their Weyr, up and off towards where Simhath had demanded a race. Beiruth saw life as a game he was playing, and for a female to dmeand a game out of her flight... well, he found it quite interesting. And fun, although "fun" wasn't really a word he liked to use. Interesting was better. He watched as she sped ahead, letting her and the other males get a headstart, simply to make it ineresting for him. He always liked to give himself a handicap, it made it even better when he eventually won. After a moment he shot off through the sky after her and the other suitors. He'd show her just how fast he could be. Meanwhile, A'li was still stuck in his weyr trying to untangle himself from his furs. Sharding dragon! Chasing every female in his shardin' eyesight! Stupid stupid! With a growl he rolled free from the furs and jumped to his feet. He wasn't exactly a gentleman, not even a fake one like Beiruth, but A'li knew just how rude it would be if he didn't arrive to Simhath's rider's weyr. Stupid shardin' dragon! He didn't even know this girl! He let the growing lust from Beiruth guide him to Naraevhyn's weyr, panting as he arrived in her weyr, half from his soon uncontrollable lust and half from just the effort of dragging himself up here. He panted in exhaustion and leaned against her wall, letting himself slide down it a bit as he felt his mind merge into Beiruth's. He really, really hated flights.[/blockquote][/size]
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RhiaBlack
Wingrider
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Resident Warcraft Addict
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Post by RhiaBlack on Apr 16, 2012 0:10:54 GMT -5
N'tharon's eyes shifted across the course of the Bowl's edge, ever vigilant for the patrolling dragons, for others coming to and from the Weyr. Sintharith lay silent on his couch, eyes whirling as he watched His. There was a silent sense of curiosity that was outweighed by a begrudging sense of duty, within the broad-shouldered Blackrider. He had recently bathed, having come back from the caverns after doing some repairs on some of the buckles and straps for his Black's harness. The conglomeration of leather and alloy were neatly strung up on pegs along the wall, ready and waiting for use as N'tharon set about applying a coat of waterproofing wax to the seams of his boots. A small trip outside the other evening had served to remind him that it had to be carefully watched. The last thing he wanted was wet feet.
A slow sigh, the breeze from the ledge drifting in to brush strands of onyx hair back across his freshly-shaved face. Sintharith's head came up, and it was then Nel saw it. The flash of green, the corresponding flashes of purple and black shortly thereafter. His jaw tightened, and he looked back down to his boots.
There wasn't a chance to draw the brush across the toe of his boot, before Sintharith was out to the ledge. He looked to His. Nel looked back.
"Really?" ::Mine.:: "Sin, how many times are you going to chase this sharding turn?" ::As many as it takes to get you out of this weyr, MineOwn. Come. They are hardly as good for her as I will be, and you know that you desperately desire the company. There is another Black, and I must prove I am better--:: "I don't desire a sharding thing, you muddle-headed lizard, now go lay--" ::It is not an option, Mine. I can drop you off, or you can find your own way.::
Nel eyeballed him, and when he saw the coil of muscle within his Black, he sighed.
"Fine, fine. Let me get my boots on." ::Hurry up, N'tharonMine. I will not accept anyone catching her but me. They are not good enough for her. I am the only one good--:: "By Faranth," he grumbled, jerking his boots up over his ankles and letting the leather flaps settle back down around his calves, "You are not going to give me a moment's peace, are you?"
Nel climbed aboard Sintharith's dark back, knowing full well that straps would only hinder the Black. The rush of lust and desire had long since flooded his senses, but he had done his best to ignore it. By the number of females he'd chased the last half-turn, he was surprised every one of them in the Weyr didn't know him by sight, by now. Sintharith dropped like a shadow off the ledge, broad wings deploying to carry him in a graceful glide from the weyr he shared with His, to the one where Simhath and Hers lived. Wordlessly, he dropped N'tharon off, and powerful wings carried him up, up, up...into the chase.
::Be careful, Sin.:: ::Always, Mine.::
N'tharon straightened his attire - a simple pair of breeches, a clean shirt and tunic, and his usual mish-mash of silver jewelry. His gaze shifted, dark black eyes sweeping across the interior of the weyr and to the woman within. He imparted only a passing glance to the other two males; they were not objects of his designated interests. Not at the moment. He offered a slight bow.
"Miss."
With that, he crossed his arms over his chest, and watched his Black...watched them until they were no longer in sight. Promptly thereafter, his attention went back to Naraevhyn.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Apr 16, 2012 2:48:49 GMT -5
Never had C’ian thought this would happen. Shirath seemed to actually like his sister. It was certainly a good sign though for it meant that he could spend more time with his family. Initially, the purple had been insistent on demanding all the attention from C’ian and this had made it considerably more difficult to actually spend time with his family. Still, now that he was speaking to his sister he noticed the now familiar signs of Shirath sitting on the edge of the Weyr, staring off into the distance. C’ian tensed a moment and then looked back at his sister. “You gotta go, I have to go. I will see you later. I have to do something.”
Once his sister had left his Weyr, accompanied by FlittFace and Sir Lazybutt, C’ian turned to Shirath and watched as the purple flexed his wings, staring down at the feeding pens. He didn’t know what it was but Shirath seemed to have followed just about every female that had Flown since he’d come of age. C’ian had no clue whether this was normal but had also learned there was no stopping the dragon. He’d even tried to pull Shirath back at one point. It was custom, he now knew, to submit fully to the dragon and C’ian, having grown up in a Weyr, knew this. It still didn’t necessarily make him feel any better about it.
Take me to Naraevhyn’s Weyr first. Shirath snorted his discontent at this suggestion but agreed and flew his rider to the greenrider’s Weyr, depositing him lightly on the ledge and then backflipping off and into the skies after the green dragon. Perhaps those males are not fast but I am. I will show you. You are, of course, as swift as the wind making waves in the ocean which then sprint to shore but I will catch up to you!
C’ian didn’t say anything and stood there confused for a moment before he was Shirath, flying through the skies as swift as possible. There were not as many tricks this time in the skies for Shirath knew he would have to forego showing off in favour of speed.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Apr 16, 2012 21:46:25 GMT -5
Chores! Choreschoreschores! That's all his life was anymore! He wasn't even a weyrling anymore. But it was like he had no time to play anymore. Seek was missing yet again. The man sighed to himself, she hid well for something so bright. Slapping ah and to his thigh, Rose perked her head up and gave a small yip. The pup had been sleeping lazily against Aldebarath, but she knew it was now time to work. “Find Seek, Rosey. Find Seek.” With another bark of understanding, the canine started to sniff around. She was a good dog, and E'kiel had been working with her, training her to track. You never knew when you needed a tracker. From her perch on E'kiel's shoulders, Rhapsody cooed. She liked the new additions to their family, though she was often seen picking on Seek.
Nose to the floor, E'kiel followed Rose as she sniffed out the pillie. He did notice how Aldebarath stilled, quite like stone the only thing that quivered was his wings as the wind stirred them. Aldebarath? Turning to fully look at the black he tilted his head. Aldebarath was always quiet, but usually he twitched his tail, and ruffled his wings. Normally he would muse on about the sky, or watch the birds. But today, he just sat like stone.
Walking over, he placed a hand on the black's side. “Aldebarath?” It was then that he noticed the dragon's eyes. A deep purple was slowly spreading through those faceted eyes as he stared at the sky. “Oh!” E'kiel gasped and chuckled. So. Aldebarath was going to chase. Um, E'kiel mine. Do you see her? Isn't she lovely. I.... I, uh, want to go after her. If... If that's ok. She wants to play. It will be a race. I can race, can't I? Even now, the gentle black was asking permission. He curled his tail lightly around his rider, looking at the young man.
“Of course you can. Let me just climb on, and you can drop me off at her weyr.” As quick as he could, E'kiel gathered up Rose and set her in her corner of the weyr, vowing to find Seek later. “Rhapsody, you and the girls stay safe. You keep track of them.” He grabbed his flight jacket and pulled it on as he climbed onto the black's back.
Spreading slightly tattered wings, Aldebarath looked over the bowl and lept from the edge, carrying E'kiel swiftly to the ledge of Simhath's weyr. Slipping quickly from Aldebarath's back, E'kiel gave him a final encouraging pat on the haunch before he stepped into the weyr. Ruffling his hair a bit, he smiled a the gathered suitors and Naraehvyn.
In the air, Aldebarath worked his wings to catch up with the rest. There were two other blacks so far. He was a good black. Better than them, at least in the air, he was sure. Silently, he slipped closer to the others, angling his wings so he could glide among them. It was the purple hide that made him falter for a moment. But he caught himself. He could maybe win against Shirath, right? Hello, um, Simhath. You are looking lovely today. Very sleek. I, um, hope you do not mind that I join you. Racing sounds, well fun. He did not want to boast. He wasn't sure he'd be able to live up to them if he did. He would rather just enjoy the flight, chase, and maybe win.
E'kiel sighed as the lust hit him. It wasn't like hitting a wall. With Aldebarath it was a slow thing, like a lazy river that just filled him. Smiling contentedly he bowed to Naraehvyn and grinned up to her. “Lovely day hmm?” With that he backed away to join the others. He didn't want to bother her after all. Looking around he bounced a bit. “Oh C'ian hey!”
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Rii
Wingleader
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RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on Apr 17, 2012 23:05:22 GMT -5
No. Oh no, absolutely not. He hadn't even finished unpacking yet. It was far too soon for -
C'mon, T'yandon, I'm going to chase!
Shard it. Do you have to chase -everything-, Ietermath? The bronzerider looked at his dragon in resignation. Brand new to the Weyr and already Ietermath was continuing where he left off at Telgar. Steps firm and unhurried, he strode to the entrance of their weyr, looking down into the Bowl. A green. Really? Raising a brow slightly, he folded his arms and shot a stone-faced look at the increasingly edgy bronze. A green? Do you even know who it is?
She is Simhath, the others say. She hasn't risen before. It's her first! I'm going to chase her. He did love a good competition. I want to chase them all, T'yandon!
The man sighed, pale blue eyes hooded momentarily by his eyelids before he climbed onto Ietermath's back. You might not catch her, you know. It was a protest of form more than function; he recognized that his bonded's mind was made up.
I won't if I don't try! It will be fun, T'yandon! You need more fun. The bronze launched into the air, spiraling over to Naraevhyn and Simhath's weyrledge to drop off his rider before tearing off into the sky to Chase. Simhath! he bugled an exuberant greeting. I'll play your game! Let's see who is the fastest and best!
T'yandon nodded politely to the woman - he didn't know who she was, and much doubted she knew him in turn - and to the other male riders. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes again and let a fragment of his iron control go. His mind was with his dragon, chasing the bright green through the skies.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
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Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Apr 18, 2012 14:17:49 GMT -5
Ocouth had won pink Karath's Flight and C'lin had been attempting to not be upset about it. He was happy for the boy, he really was. If he was in that situation he would expect E'ra to be happy and supportive of him and Reyith... but E'ra was his. Even if full dedication wasn't necessarily always found on C'lin's end, he was loathe to share his Ezzy with anyone else. So he was doing his best to hide his jealous nature, although he was doing very poorly. At least the young pup, Tina, had proved to lighten the mood between the bedmates, but she could only do so for so long. The blackrider was a mess. He always was. But as of late he was especially so.
In this moment, though, he was feeling particularly amorous. He was planning something beautiful and momentous for his Ezzy. A bowl of fresh fruit had been gathered and placed on the table. Some bubbly pies had been procured fresh from the kitchen, making their room smell divine. Fresh furs had been placed on the bed and everything was just so. C'lin himself was adorned in only a loose tunic and his underwear, all the better to seduce E'ra with when the yellowrider returned. Everything was perfect. Everything was planned. Everything would go splendidly.
Except green Simhath was Rising... and Reyith had taken notice.
Simhath was a kind dragon, a cute dragon. It had been some time since Reyith had seen a nice, upbeat, beautiful dragoness take Flight--at least, it had been some time since he had been interested. His rider's romantic mood had put him in good spirits, though. He rose to his feet from where he was lounging on Ocouth's ledge, deciding that he was in the mood for some romance as well. He had not yet won a Flight at Dalibor, after over eight turns of trying, but that did not dampen his spirits. If HisC'lin was happy and optimistic, then he could be happy and optimistic too!
C'lin felt Reyith's stirring and frowned. Really? The one time he didn't want the black to chase? He looked at his preparations sadly. Well... they would have to wait. Quickly he pulled on some trousers and ran out to meet the black. Are you sure? He asked as he climbed into place between Reyith's shoulder blades. The emotions that melded into his own gave Reyith's response for him. With a sigh, C'lin gave the non-verbal command for Reyith to take him to Simhath's weyr.
As soon as C'lin had touched down on Simhath's ledge Reyith took off after her. He was focused on proving her wrong. He was not slow! He was quick and silent, like a shadow. With ethereal grace the spooky, silent black winged his way up and up and up until he had caught up with the green and her suitors. Here. His minimal vocabulary, as always, portrayed deeper meanings in the emotions that carried it. He wished Simhath to know he was there. He wished Simhath to choose him. He wanted to take her up in his tender grasp and love her like only a gentle dragon of his caliber could. He had good odds. There were two other blacks, but the rest were purples and a bronze. Reyith crooned happily as he gave chase, singing a song and sending happy thoughts in the direction of his lovely green lady.
C'lin was less enthusiastic about being there. The blackrider moved into the room of Nara, Simhath's rider, and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. If it came to it, he would take her or anyone near him to ease his desires... but right now he just kept his mind on Reyith's flying as traces of E'ra floated by his mental eye.
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RavenSong
Jr. Weyrleader
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 18, 2012 15:51:09 GMT -5
Simhath screamed at the sky as she sped through the air, a vivid green dart against the blue. Clouds became obstacles as she flew, leading her suitors around them, under them, over them, and such. Simhath never looked back. She knew the males were there, she knew who they were when they called to her and when she caught glimpses of them on turns. First Wujith, her clutchbrother, the odd one whom she didn't like.
My name is not horrid! she responded to him, anger in her tone. You're not funny!
She sped up, darting away from him as Sintharith joined in. He was silent. Simhath liked that, it intrigued her. Doubling back, she sped past Sintharith, giving him a teasing croon as she passed him.
Not going to talk to me, are you? she asked, rumbling laughter. Silent Beiruth got her attention as she realized he was there. The quiet purple got the same treatment as Sintharith, essentially being used as an obstacle.
Oho. You're not talking either? Determined to catch me, huh? Well you're not, because you're boys and you're slooooow. The green sped off again, dodging clouds and avians as she sped off, heading first over Crescent Hold, then out over the ocean, flying as high as she possibly could. The blood in her belly fuelled her. Shirath got her attention as he called to her. Oooh. Her annoying clutchbrother who talked too much could actually talk to the females!
Hi Shirath, she said, not taunting him or yelling at him. He could be a challenge. Then Aldebarath was there, timid boy he was, calling to her. She noted yet another clutchbrother chasing her. Hers had always mentally noted the weyrlings in their class as clutchsiblings, it was an appellation which had stuck in Simhath's mind. It meant nothing to her, save that they were in the clutch she was.
Then there was a bronze in the skies. A bronze!! Thinking he could be the fastest and best! The idea amused Simhath. She doubled back again, dodging all the males, aiming straight for Ietermath. At the last possible safe second, she veered course, avoiding a collision with him. She knew her wingspan, knew her length, and could dodge anything at top speed if she pretended it was Thread.
Can you do that, silly? I don't even know you, she told Ietermath. Catch me if you can, Bronze. You boys are the slowest boys in the Weyr! Her tone was playful, as always.
And finally she noticed Reyith, the black who announced his presence with a single word. She'd missed him as she toyed with the bronze. He was happy, it seemed, though Simhath couldn't tell if that was how he always was or if it was because he was chasing her. Full of lust, Simhath assumed it was because he had the honor of Chasing her. Screaming once more to the sky, Simhath caught an air current and sped along, flapping her wings as fast and hard as she possibly could. None of these males were catching her! None of them! She was queen of the sky, and they would play her game with her and then go home. Or so she thought.
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Back in her weyr, Naraevhyn watched the riders of Simhath's suitors file in. All were male, some of them had been in her weyrling class. She'd noted B'an, C'ian, and E'kiel at lessons, of course, but being as busy as she had been with Simhath, she hadn't had time to really get to know them. She knew C'ian and N'tharon from her Wing, and knew A'li as Wingsecond of Dusk Wing solely from Threadfighting. C'lin was one she didn't know but had seen around, and T'yandon was one she didn't know at all. She knew there was a Bronze Simhath had never seen before chasing her and decided that T'yandon belonged to that Bronze. She sized them up as Simhath sized up her suitors, wondering who would win. She didn't dislike any of them, so that didn't factor into anything. Dragons would likely be spared mauling this Flight for that reason.
"Hi," Nara murmured quietly, finally deciding to speak through the haze of emotion coursing through her lanky form. "I'm Nara. Naraevhyn. Whichever you wish to call me."
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Post by matsi on Apr 18, 2012 23:53:48 GMT -5
Wujith's eyes darted with color, he was happy, filled with wondrous thoughts! Oh so wonderful! Yet, wouldn't it be such a shame if he didn't get to share them with another? It would be horrible. He was determined. He wanted to share his brilliant ideas with her, that pretty green that was his clutch sibling. Sure, he has His, but His wasn't a pretty green that made him think of blooming flowers of weeds!
Even as Simhath snapped a response to him with anger, he only hummed and crooned, his eyes swirling with a moment of blues in the shades of purple. Happiness just to have her voice directed to him. Vast amounts of colors, at various hues and brightness levels exploded in Wujith's head, clouding his wonderful thoughts for a moment as he followed her like an obedient puppy.
Such a wonderfully horrid named creature, in such a perfectly wrapped package! He he not been slightly off his rocker, the younger black may have known to keep his thoughts and mindvoice to himself, but no. He was happy to share all that he thought to this wonderfully perfect green. He knew she would love his ideas! She would love them just as he did! Just like a herdbeast! With a hide so fun to shred and contents that satisfy![/i] He crooned happily, and let an excited shiver run up his black spine. Yet, he kept on the green's trail like a puppy with a magnet in its nose. He would follow her to the red star in back! Oh! How fun that would be! To go fly on the red star! Maybe there were creatures like the six eyed canine he had dreamed about! We can fly to the red star! Red star and back. Adventures and wonders will be had![/i] He did a little twirl as he followed the green skyward again. He hummed and crooned, babbling about his wonderful ideas that they could do together. They could fall together into wonderland!
B'an's mind was pulsating with the colors and visions that Wujith had, yet when the images would weaken, he could see the green's rider. Yet, he didn't seem to really see her. He was too lost, slightly surprised, by the emotions and strength that came off of his insane black. The colors and excitement were enough to not only make his head hurt, but to make him want more. He wanted it to keep coming. It was like a drug, or a virus, infecting his mind. Yet, there was something about it that was just a little frightening. The feeling of deep longing, the feeling of so much want and need, and the strength that boiled from the black to his own mind. It was all so new, so foreign to him. Yet, his spine still shivered with the excitement as Nara spoke. Her voice was as sweet as could be, yet her name... Horrid...Horridly beautiful.
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Rii
Wingleader
riict[M:420]
RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on Apr 23, 2012 13:37:36 GMT -5
Ietermath let Simhath come at him, recognizing a good game of 'who's the wherry'. A pity she peeled out when she did; another second, and he would have twined tails with her. Well, he was amused. And his bonded said he was childish! T'yandon obviously hadn't met this lovely lady. She was a bit of a silly green and her Flight had gone to her head, but Ietermath would fly for the fun of it. And maybe to win it, though he held no romantic feelings for her; how could he, when he was so new to the Weyr? But he was too competitive to purposely lose. The others would have to work to beat him.
Ietermath, he near-sang the introduction in a tone warmed with amusement and fun, So sorry we had not met before, that we could have played before now. I like your games. Banking a little to the left, the bronze beat his mighty wings, lifting himself still higher in the air, gaining altitude on the blood-fueled green.
Well! If the purples had the right idea, that black had the wrong one. Foolish, she is not in the least like a herdbeast! She is a green, and he swallowed a rumble of laughter at how terrible the black was at wooing. Oh lady of the skies, show us more of how you fly, that we may make our attempts to match you.
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T'yandon dragged his eyes open with an effort, fixing his piercing blue gaze on the now-speaking woman. Half of his mind was still elsewhere, with Ietermath, but he'd been in this position so many times before. She had not, and now there was a complete stranger in her weyr. "T'yandon," he introduced himself quietly, offering a slight, but courteous bow. "I apologize for our - unorthodox method of introduction."
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Gray
Wingrider
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Post by Gray on Apr 25, 2012 0:15:23 GMT -5
Was always a bit sensitive to others emotions, but in this moment, all he could feel was himself. His desire. She was beautiful. Lovely. Perfect. He focused on her and followed her, trying to think of how he would prove himself.
He was giddy as he looped around a cloud. Eager as he vaulted over another. Though each time he could feel his muscles starting to burn. He wondered if she felt it too. If she too was tiring of the race. He looked to those whom had gathered. Two others he knew, and other males he did not know so well. He would prove he was more worthy then them. He hoped. As she quipped at and taunted them, he kept silent for the moment. Though he rumbled a bit when a bronze joined the flight. Big slow bronzes! How would he even be able to catch her?
He crooned softly to her when ever she doubled back, his lithe form cutting through the air silently. This bronze interested him though. He had heard of bronzes chasing greens, but he had never known any that did. In fact, he didn't know any bronzes. Or irons.
Angling his wings, he caught gusts of hot air and rode them in a spiral, intending to rise higher then she. He had it figured out. He would catch her in a single swoop! For a moment he just enjoyed the feel of the sky. You are fast. This will be fun.[/color]
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“Nara hmm?” It only occurred to him then that he hadn't spoke much with the girl. In fact, he hadn't spoke much with any girls. The idea troubled him, but it was nothing worth bothering with. Not now at least.
It was his turn to look at her. He walked around her for a moment, trying to remember all he could about her. She was pretty. Very pretty. Why hadn't he noticed before? Oh right. He was always to busy. He would have to find time. “I'm E'kiel, though I'm sure you know that.” Surely everyone knew who he was, right? Even if they didn't, they would.
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RhiaBlack
Wingrider
rhiact[M:45]
Resident Warcraft Addict
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Post by RhiaBlack on May 2, 2012 18:31:50 GMT -5
Like a great black shadow, he followed her. Higher and higher, faster and faster, choosing to retain his efforts on capture rather than conversation. Sintharith had learned much from His. Past flights where he had not been chosen had served to teach him that excessive words tended to make him put his claws in his mouth, and the last thing he wanted to do was muck up another chance for N'tharon. Too many had been messed up already. He banked and cornered, abruptly changing directions in perfect time with her, but as of yet biding his time. Let these other sharding bafoons ruin their chances. He was not going to muck this up for His.
There was only the skies, himself, and this gorgeous, glowing Green.
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N'tharon's dark eyes settled on Nara with all the silent regard he was moderately known for. Calculating, but at the same time with a mysticism that wasn't lost on many. It wasn't clear what was going on in that head of his, but the glaze across the surface of his steadied focus on her foretold that like the others, part of him was enveloped and dissolved within the mindset and essence of his Black. No other males in the room got a second glance. None of them warranted it, as far as he was concerned. Sintharith was very much like His - both males considered themselves the best of those present, and as such they warranted no redirection of attention. There was only their prize. Now they simply had to beat the others to her.
"N'tharon. It is a pleasure, madam."
Cool, calm, collected. It was something of curiosity, how settled he was - even among competition. Not so much arrogance, more along the lines of Pride. In his Black, in himself. Even among the others he held himself aloof. Off to one side, more than within view of her yet at the same time distancing himself from the rest. He didn't want her to compare him to them. He wanted to be compared on his own - it wasn't the first time others had been present and he'd been left wanting. He was determined not to make the same mistakes he had prior.
The brief introduction was all that surfaced from the Blackrider, before he was content to retain that same stoic silence.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on May 7, 2012 2:40:52 GMT -5
Ah hah! Why it is my dear brother Aldebarath! Racing does indeed sound fun! We will have the best race there is and none shall stand in our way! We are fabulous. Of course, by ‘we’ he meant ‘me’. Shirath wasn’t the type to pay compliments without some hidden meanings behind them. He knew that he was the best dragon in the skies at that moment even if he did love his brother. Why of course! I look ever so sleek and wonderful. You are kind to notice.
Shirath had dropped to keep pace with the black, distracted by his brother’s compliments. Aldebarath had always been such a lovely, kind dragon. Even if he wasn’t as magnificent as some, Shirath didn’t dislike the black because he was one of the few dragons who knew true beauty when he saw it. Most others simply could not see and they would always miss out. He’d almost forgotten about the green but when she spoke to him, greeting him he bugled back and flew faster to catch up with the green.
Why hello Simhath! I might say this game is utterly delightful and you are indeed a wonderful dragon! You are the wonderful, magnificent queen of all the skies and I shall Chase you like all these others! Well, it didn’t need re-iteration but Shirath was confident as he always was. He knew he could win this! He would win this flight for he was the best dragon here. Not the largest but the most beautiful. Look at his stripes, just look at them and see how wonderful they were!
C’ian turned and looked at E’kiel with a strange, lopsided smile as he had given in a lot more fully to Shirath’s lust. That said, he retained enough of his senses to at least recognise his friend. “Hello E’kiel…” His eyes then turned back to Nara as he stared at her vaguely. It seemed to be characteristic of his experiences in Flights… He honestly didn’t remember much at all after and retained this odd sort of look throughout, whether it be whilst mimicking Shirath’s dancing or any other way…
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RavenSong
Jr. Weyrleader
songct[M:-364]
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Post by RavenSong on May 29, 2012 13:22:17 GMT -5
Simhath was ordinarily a kind dragon. Wujith, however, didn't just cross a line with her. He flew several dragonlengths over the line. She didn't love his ideas, she didn't like him, and she certainly didn't like being compared to a herdbeast. She dove at him, claws extended and teeth bared, ready to kill. Fortunately for Wujith the only thing Simhath would ever kill was a herdbeast or Thread.
The green raked her claws down Wujith's back, scoring him deeply. She roared her rage to the skies, displaying to every male chasing her precisely what not to say to her.
Who's the herdbeast now, Wujith? she demanded as she bit at one of his headknobs before leaving him. Your hide is fun to shred! She dove away, fast as she could, heading towards Ietermath. Thanks to Wujith, she didn't want a thing to do with any other Black in the skies, deciding they were all annoying and unworthy of her. The Purples were either too loud or too quiet, they didn't play her game right.
Ietermath, though, knew what to say and thought she was as worthy as a Queen. Which she was, of course, at least in her own lust-addled mind that day. He'd told Wujith off, said pretty things to her! Simhath decided she liked him and if a Bronze wanted to win her game then she'd let him. This time, at any rate. The Green sidled on up to Ietermath, wrapping her tail around his.
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Back in Nara's weyr, the black-haired woman stood. She walked over to B'an, shaking slightly, restraining herself from hurting him while Simhath hurt Wujith.
"Leave," she said curtly. She looked around the room, stalking between males, shaking her head. No no no. None of them were good for her, none of them would do. They weren't right for her, they weren't her chosen. Not that Nara had a chosen, or she'd've made a substitution. She stopped in front of T'yandon as Simhath made her choice. The Greenrider displayed an uncharacteristic amount of emotion as she wrapped her arms around the Bronzerider, her dragon's mind overwhelming her own absolutely.
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