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Post by larkwing on Sept 12, 2012 9:13:44 GMT -5
Armania could see this storm brewing for a while now, the orange had been sleeping more and more, and ever since Agrippith had risen in flight Nikianeth had grown to be increasingly touchy. The orange was asleep as per usual before her flights it seemed, the faintly glowing hide a beautiful shade of sunrise to her rider. Caressing one of the large dragon's flanks, Nia smiled to herself. It had been a while since Nikianeth had chosen to rise to the skies and call the males of Dalibor to her. The rider just hoped it would be less bloody than the last time she had done so, her bonded having been angered by her first suitor not showing up.
As for if Nikianeth would clutch this time, Armania did not give it any thought. What would happen would happen, and she only hoped so since it would mean more dragons for the Weyr. Not to mention the woman thought it fun to watch her bonded's children grow up. It has been a long while now since we have come here my love. Nikianeth shifted only slightly as the thought crossed her mind, a sense of agreement the only thing that made Armania believe the orange had received it. The growing feeling of something brewing on the edges of her conscious though told Armania that the orange would not be asleep for much longer.
Today was the day that Nikianeth would conquer the skies as only she could. The orange's head snapped up at that thought, a challenging scream tearing from her throat in conjuncture to Armania's musings. I shall challenge them all, every one of the males of Dalibor, and they shall prove to me who is most worthy of my grace this day. Then fly well my darling Niki. With that the orange rose to her feet, her long legs stretching her out as she shivered with anticipation, her wings unfurling as she spread them in the open air.
Those fools...they think they can run. The dragoness almost said the words bored, but there was a dangerous undertone as she watched the fleeing wherries in the feeding pens. Circling the area for a moment the dragoness cried out as she drew in her wings and tackled one to the ground. BLOOD IT NIKIANETH! JUST BLOOD IT! Armania fought for control of the dragon, but she gave in quickly, seeking the warm blood which would make her last longer in the skies above her.
Craning her neck to the side, she lunged at another wherry, feasting on this one as well, gulping down its life source until it was dry. Who will be my next sacrifice? Switching sides, the orange chased a third and fourth wherry, killing them both and finishing off one and getting through half of the other before deciding that it was enough. She could see the males gathering, she could feel their desire in her own beating heart. Roaring a challenge to them the dragoness fled to the skies, taking off toward the rising sun.
I came here.....I left to take to the skies....I will conquer you all.
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Post by Alec on Sept 13, 2012 2:36:37 GMT -5
To be able to come up with a song, one that sounded good, proved to be quite a challenge to the self-taught gitarist. It wasn't so much the gitar part, but rather trying to make it where it was easy for someone to accompany it. As he thought, T'von mused to himself about how much easier it could be if he had trained with a Harper. But, if he had, then he wouldn't have Impressed to his beautiful purple, and his life would never have been complete.
He paused in his playing to joyfully gaze up at his bonded, whose forepaws he was resting between. Moruluth gave a happy rumble in return, before stating, It is a perfect morning for flying. "Why yes it is! Do you want to make a few rounds around the Weyr before I head to breakfast?" He had just woken up not long ago, and he had yet to eat breakfast, when the want to play his instrument had struck him.
Oh, don't worry. I'm sure I'll get all the flying that I need today. Though you might miss breakfast. T'von saw where he was heading with his train of thought and stood up. "Well, who is it?" Nikianeth. Shall I take you to Her's weyr? "That sounds good." T'von briefly checked himself to make sure he, at the very least, looked decent then hopped onto his dragon. A few moments later, Moruluth was dropping off his rider and made his way to the feeding pens to wait for the orange to finish her kill.
T'von smiled to Nia. It was good that he knew her already. While he would keep his promise to Laelia, he didn't want to be completely rude and not show up to such an important event. "So, she finally decided it was the right time, then? At least it's on a lovely day like today." He said, standing off to the side as the other riders began joining them. Moruluth waited as the orange finished the last of her kills before she leapt into the sky, and he was quick to join her. With a whistle he responded back to her. You come here, and I will follow. You take to the skies, and I will dash through your clouds. You conquer all, and I will be waiting.
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Post by thyme on Sept 13, 2012 2:47:24 GMT -5
The creamy brown had been watching the orange for several days waiting for her to take to the skies. Her hide had brightened to the color of the rising sun on the clouds when he finally heard her scream her challenge to the skies. The resplendent orange leapt off her ledge and winged down towards the feeding pens. She viciously drained a wherry before launching herself off the other. {Hurry! Hurry!} The brown called to his rider. He wasn’t going to be late to the chase because his rider was taking his time! {I’ll leave you to walk up there,} He threatened as anticipation welled up in him.
A’kai rushed out onto the weyr ledge taking a flying leap onto his dragon’s helpfully bent leg which launched him the rest of the way onto his back. {Go, go! I won’t have you lose on my account!} The brown rumbled as he launched himself off the ledge. He wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t! He was the best dragon on all of Pern! With a few powerful beats of his marvelously large wings, he was at the orange’s weyr hovering above her ledge. He didn’t want to land since that would waste time and energy. The orange was already blooding her fourth wherry! A’kai jumped off his brown’s back onto the ledge. A move that would probably have gotten him scolded by his wingleader but A’kai had been a rider long enough to trust his footing.
The creamy brown roared his acceptance of the orange’s challenge as he veered sharply away from his rider. His entire focus shifted to the brilliant orange as she raced the sunrise. {The skies are yours, Nikianeth!} He bellowed as he hurried to close the distance between him and her. {I am yours!} His orange-red eyes whirling as he scanned the crowd of his competitors. He would prove that he was more worthy of her. Rirth was ready!
A’kai watched his dragon rocket upwards and after the orange. He smiled in fondness as the usually soft-spoken brown became more assertive in his lust. He could feel the excitement of the impending mating surface in himself as he went to join Armania. This was by no means his first flight so he was careful to give her enough space but still exude a sturdy self-confidence as the other rider chatted her up. After being a rider for 27 Turns he knew how to handle a flight. He studied the woman’s porcelain skin and startling grey eyes. His brown always chose well!
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 16, 2012 16:57:22 GMT -5
Blood dribbled down the well of Halventh's throat as he crooked his jaws toward Nikianeth's scream. The front end of a herdbeast was hanging out of his mouth, the rest already swallowed. Once he realized Nikianeth's trajectory, he hobbled away from his kill site and climbed over the pen fence. L'xon had been waiting there. Halventh sat down next to his blond rider, herdbeast still clutched in his jaws, but his mind no longer on its taste. The response was not as automatic as it had been with Agrippith, and he bobbed his head as the sinuous queen draped her talons over one of the wherries across the way. The blue was feeling pretty nosy about Nikianeth's illusion of skinniness, but as she rose and struck again, and again, he began leaning on the fence.
The half-a-beast fell out of his mouth and splattered in the dirt. Halventh picked it up again, but only to place it inside the pen. L'xon headed up to his seat, and Halventh lifted his focus off Nikianeth long enough to turn his big head around and nose his rider affectionately, painting L'xon's bare chest and work-trousers red.
Do I have to ask Ambrith where?
No, L'xon replied, providing an image quick as he could, since Halventh did not always wait for answers. After last time he had requisitioned an appropriate layout from the Records and memorized the lairs of all the female dragons. Halventh launched to the appropriate ledge, and on the ride over L'xon tried to wipe the blood from his chest, succeeding only in soaking his palms. He leaned down and unlaced his boots instead, landing on Nikianeth's ledge barefoot.
Halventh flopped back off the ledge with a rumble, the meal in his belly distending his wingstrokes. He fluttered in valiant chase of his newest infatuation, strengthening as he drew out of the Bowl and into the sunlight. A couple loops of his riding harness were still collared around his neck. Agrippith had not taught him anything except how to conclude this dance. She had overlooked any mistakes he made along the way, so Halventh flew uncorrected, pouring all his energy into his first desperate lunge. He had, however, picked up a styling from Nelideth. It was hard to concentrate enough to put out a message, so he kept it short:
You are really pretty!
Except that wasn't everything. Even if you're not as pretty as me! he amended, and was satisfied. Rirth and Moruluth were shouting stuff at Nikianeth too, so Halventh figured he had done well. The blue outflew his early inconsistencies and took the pulse of the Flight, buzzing up alongside Moruluth as they pursued the sun queen. He did not have any words for the purple. L'xon did not even notice T'von as he stalked into the bedroom, already entranced. Runnerbeasts in the same race didn't chat. There could be showing off, sure, and attempts to hold authority over the herd, but it was all secondary. Halventh might flash his muscular chest at the other males on a downstroke, or arch his back to make himself seem thicker, but the lingering postures which marked conscious exhibition were gone.
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Post by Lan on Sept 17, 2012 2:35:42 GMT -5
The first roar rose Physisk from his couch and he grunted knowingly. A female. A beautiful female, by the sound of it. She was rising. Despite the fact he and his handler had only been asleep for a few candlemarks, the blue dragged his tired and scarred body to the door and began to beat his head against it. Physisk hear. Physisk know. Physisk go. Go chase pretty wher! When his half-hearted attempts didn't work he backed himself up and shook himself awake. He eyed the door, his target, in his sights and he crouched and rolled his shoulder in preparation for the attack. One... Two... Well, Physisk didn't know what came after two...
The sky blue wher used all his force to crash into the door, jostling it enough so that the latch fell open. Without a second thought he scratched at the side of the frame and pulled the door open, then took off down the corridor.
Physicero awoke with a start and blinked the sleep out of his eyes just in time to see a patchy blue tail slip out the door. "Shardit! Physisk!" He hopped to his feet, still in his trousers from the night before, and slammed some shoes on before he went traipsing out the door after the rogue beast, snatching a shirt from his chest along the way
Physisk here! Physisk Chase! Beautiful, Physisk say! Not afraid, will chase always! Physisk bugled as he stampeded down the corridors, trying to make sure that she could hear him coming. He didn't want her to leave without him! He was fast, for sure, but she was a very large wher! She could probably outrun him if he gave her enough of a lead. But she would not have a lead! He would catch her! The blue dodged humans in the hallway, bumping into some and knocking them off their feet on his blind tirade. The lights of the glows hardly fazed him. He just kept running and running and running until he finally approached a wall.
Physisk screeched as he made it to the entrance to the tunnels, flipping over backwards and scratching with his paws at his face. He cowered next to the side of the corridor, rubbing his face against the cold stone as he tried to figure out what was going on. Oh well. It didn't matter. He had to chase! It was his duty! He had to catch her so that she would know that he, the great and wonderful Physisk, loved her! With a growl he clenched his eyes closed and ran out blind into the sunlight. Physisk chase through wall! Physisk will hunt and chase without eyes! Physisk STRONG! He roared again, trying his best to ignore the sunlight still beaming like green through his eyelids. His memory of patrolling the bowl from the night before still fresh, he moved from his mental image of it as well as with the call of Nikianeth pulling him forward.
He got fairly close to her before she took off, but by then the chase was over. Physisk just didn't realize it yet. He cried pitifully, trying to use his stunted wings to take off and fly after her. However, being a wher, he could barely get a glide in. He kept hopping, long after he could no longer feel the affects of the Flight or hear the sound of the dragons' bugles, and never quit trying to chase after them. Not until Physicero caught up with him did he collapse into a heap of painful despair.
"Physisk! Are you okay?' Physicero took his tunic and wrapped it around the blue's face and eyes to help block out the light. Physisk whimpered in reply.
Wall hurt. Bright hurt. Went through it anyway. Physisk want Chase! He leaned in to his handler, who wrapped his arms around the great brute and hugged his head to his bare chest and stomach.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Dragons are NOT for chasing!" Despite the anger in his tone, there was sorrow there as well. It had been almost a turn since Physisk's run-in with Ausk, but the wounds were still written as scars over the blue's body. Physicero had almost lost him then and he was still scared that even the slightest thing might lead to his wher being taken from him for good.
F'ton, meanwhile, was having his own issues with his bonded. He felt Poseith's desire to chase the orange before the iron had even announced it and he couldn't help but feel some despair at the fact he had a chance of ending up in the bed of another woman he'd never talked to before. He didn't like it. Not one bit. It made him so nervous he thought he could die. In fact, he was pretty sure that he would if Faranth ever saw fit to allow Poseith to catch a Queen. He wasn't ready to lead. He wasn't ready for sex. Well... at least not with women he'd never met before!
Is Eriputh here? The ironrider asked, almost pleading for it to be so. If Fahra came then he could just stay and ride out the entire thing with his best friend instead of... well, he'd rather not think of the alternative.
No, Poseith responded in his typical way, leaving no spare words. He was standing now, watching as Nikianeth blooded her kill to prepare for a long Flight. He flexed and stretched his wings in preparation for the Chase to come. He had lost a Copper Flight and it had left him shaken, but he would not lose this one. Nikianeth was calling to him and it was his duty as a strong and capable King to respond to her. She wasn't just practice for a Queen Flight, she was her own entity and he would chase her out of respect for that very fact. F'ton groaned and drudged from where he had been sitting, leaving his recent carving and knife behind.
"Fine. Take me." They were the words of a young man resigned to his fate. There would be no changing Poseith's mind; the King was too steadfast in his resolve. Poseith would chase Nikianeth to the ends of Pern now, should she choose to Fly so far.
No further words were exchanged between the two. There was no need for them. The iron took off as soon as F'ton was positioned snug between his shoulder ridges and flew at a leisurely speed to Armania's weyr. The rider slipped off and landed on the ledge, then the dragon took off to stand in wait for the orange's departure. It was all so routine now, so trying and mind-numbing. Slowly the affects of Poseith's lust filled him and F'ton entered Armania's room with the others. Unlike T'von, F'ton had no kind words for the orangerider. Speaking was too difficult and too awkward right now. Instead, the ironrider moved to the side of the room where L'xon was to lean against the wall and wait out the effects of the Flight.
Poseith watched calmly as Nikianeth took her last kills, his eyes swirling pensively. A purple joined him in his waiting and he made no move to acknowledge. While usually a considerate dragon, Poseith was an entirely different beast when it came to Flights. Flights were a thing of duty. They were part of his job as a King of Dalibor. They were pleasurable, too, but the pleasure lie only in chasing a beautiful lady with the chance of being chosen. There was no pleasure in talking to one's rivals. There was nothing to be accomplished by it. So he waited, patiently, and prepared himself for the long Flight ahead. When she moved, he would be ready.
Nikianeth ascended and the iron followed close behind.
His rivals called and chanted at their orange lady, and Poseith heard each one in turn. The purple and the blue were eager and younger than himself, quick in their attempts to please. They called as if they were following a green or a pink, all words and no action. HisF'ton had long taught him the meaning of action and how it was important in any endeavor. Action, not words, was what had won him his first Flight. This knowledge kept him from reaching out for her telepathically, then, and instead drove him to bugle with his physical voice. It was loud enough to let her know he was there, but not imposing enough to vex or annoy. Ultimately it would be her decision; Poseith wished to please her and rise to her challenged, not to gain her attention with boisterous noise or flattery. That could be the wrong attention, so Poseith had observed.
While he burned up enough energy to keep him in the group during the Flight, the iron conserved energy as well for the long haul. He knew this was something that most blues could not do, being a creature of speed and agility. Yet, he also had a kind mixture of youth and limited experience on his side, which meant that he could be reckless as well as cautious in the right circumstances. This information was not fresh in his mind, however. Only her glowing orange beauty and the flashing of her slender, whip-like tail were visible, giving him tunnel-vision to anything else. He was a King wholly dedicated to chasing his Lady; the other Lords were smaller and he hardly imagined one might attack him. He gave them the benefit of the doubt, for now... so long as they served no danger to his chosen Lady.
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 17, 2012 17:05:40 GMT -5
Jazz had actually been rather surprised that Weslieth did not choose to chase Agrippith, considered his interest in flights since they'd come to Dalibor. But the yellow had felt nothing for the orange, and gone about his daily life with only a brief glance at the sky as she took wing and her chasers followed after.
As Jazz relaxed in her weyr this day, she heard the unmistakable roar of a dragonness taking flight. For a brief moment, she wondered if Weslieth would once again ignore the call, but today his head lifted; she felt the unmistakable stirrings of lust and grinned, padding barefoot across the cold stone floor to pull herself onto his back with the ease of long turns' practice. A queen rises![/i] he said eagerly.
Catching a flash of orange hide in the pens far below, Jazz said, "She's an orange, Pudgeth."
No, my queen![/i] he announced, and after dropping Jazz off on Armania's ledge, he took off after Nikianeth. Blue, brown, purple, iron; the yellow was a flash of sunlight in the midst of her chasers, and though he could not match Halventh's speed or Poseith's shininess, none of that mattered. He was all but indifferent to the other males, his focus on the beautiful dragon ahead. Nikianeth, my queen-lady! I am here to be yours![/i] He had never met her before, but as with all the dragons he chased, he loved her with his whole big heart already.
Jazz nodded pleasantly to the men gathered, but her focus was for Armania. Beautiful woman, as lovely to Jazz as her dragon was to Weslieth. The lust was not all-consuming, of course, but it was powerful nevertheless; Jazz always gave herself up entirely to the hormones of flight, because there was so little point in having a herdbeast over it. It was what it was.
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Post by larkwing on Sept 20, 2012 13:50:12 GMT -5
They think they are Mine...they have no idea.
Nikianeth crooned to herself, half-snarled under her breath as she watched the wher run out below the dragons. She felt almost bad for the poor creature, and for a moment she hovered above him, an amused chuckle in her voice as she shook her head. Turning to check on her chasers, the orange nodded, spreading her wings out once more and continuing up into the skies. They would follow her, that's what they had all said or implied. She would test just how far they would all go.
Purple, Brown, Blue, Iron, and Yellow. Five possible winners, and few had so far caught her interest. The brown was decent, but he was not the brown she had hoped to see...the one she always hoped to see. Moruluth too was nice, he was familiar and she applauded silently the young prince for acknowledging her challenge. The blue was almost good, but then he had to add on that second message and Nikianeth whipped her head around and bared her fangs, hissing at the male. Careful child do not anger your Queen.
The iron received an approving screech back as the orange felt the his roar send a thrill through her body. The yellow was looked at oddly and got an amused croon. Good, so now my fighters...who will be my champion? She was the Queen leading her fighters into a battle, but against who was yet to be seen. Part of the orange wanted to see them show off and prove themselves to be the best for her and her possible young, the other part of her however wanted them to simply love her and amuse her endlessly. Torn between the two, Nikianeth spiralled around her chasers, darting in and out of the golden clouds as she tried to decide her first challenge.
Impress me....do what you think would make me happy. There that would be good, let them see if they really knew her or not. The orange scanned the distant horizon for any others who would come in late, her eyes glinting red at the thought. She would not tolerate late comers without them paying for it. That was already certain in her mind. Turning her attention back on her chasers she kept looking at one to another while dodging them and the clouds, a playful croon hiding how dangerous she could be at the moment.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 22, 2012 11:51:32 GMT -5
Halventh dogged the orange's curves through the clouds, though without his rider's assistance he lacked her finesse in pursuing the angle of each new direction. He was the queen's clumsy shadow. When Nikianeth's voice extended a poisonous tendril just to him, his wings pulled up in surprise, and it was easy for the wind to snatch him and throw him aside into a swamp of cumulus.
But he could still hear Nikianeth speaking. She was still including him. Since no one could see, he gaped his jaws and gasped down thick swathes of the moist air, turning his head as he attempted to perceive a break in the body of the cloud. Wings beating furiously, he shot off in a few different directions, each taking him further from the seam that had first captured him.
Do what you think would make me happy.
Halventh's young mind blanked anew upon the electric strike of Nikianeth's command. He knew exactly what to do: it required that Nikianeth fly to where he was and twine tails with him. It would make her very happy, he was sure! He just had to break free of the white mire.
As soon as he honed that kernel of a goal into a strong, gleaming thought in the fog of his spastic attraction, the cloud split in front of him. The L'xon-part of him surfaced with a brief wondering as to whether they had not willed the cloud away. But Halventh didn't care about any of that: he could see orange! He broke away from the cumulus tower, streamers of white breaking off his back and wingtips, and-
Iron!
The smallest dragon in the race had popped out just above the largest, and the points of Poseith's upstroke rose into Halventh's path like twin peaks blocking passage to a sunlit cove. Halventh veered to the right of the obstacles, only to fall when the subsequent descent of the nearest metallic wing blew out the wind from under him.
Halventh dragged himself out of the tumble with a painful flare of his wings at the right fraction of his head-over-heels rotation and zipped back up to Poseith. He tried to perform an accelerating corkscrew around the iron's flight zone, but lost some of his fluidity as the same wingborne turbulence from the iron's movement returned to haunt him, and he ended up spiraling off wildly to Poseith's left rather than flying on his nose.
But there were advantages: he was still upright, and still flying! And by gunning his wings to their most tortured, he gained a nose on Poseith for a few beats! After that of course he sank below the rest of the competitors, barely able to keep flapping. Agrippith had descended upon him by now, and he cocked his head up expectantly to watch for Nikianeth.
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 24, 2012 13:46:20 GMT -5
Weslieth adored Nikianeth already, and he perked up at her request-slash-command. What made her happy? But he was so good at making people happy! It was all he lived to do! The problem was, he didn't know her very well, so he didn't know what she'd like...and Rising females were notoriously moody, not that that was on his mind.
As he watched her flicker through the clouds, he got an idea. A wonderful idea! Breaking away from the crowd, he remained close, darting through the clouds. Finding a convenient thermal, he beat his wings hard, ferrying some of the mist and fog toward it; the rising air caught it there, and he spiraled upward around what became a pillar of cloud. It was a strange, shifting sculpture, and probably too small for anyone on the ground to see it, but here and now, it was a testament to Nikianeth's beauty and strength. At least, that was what it was supposed to represent. It was abstract. He wasn't an artist.
I have made you this! It does not compare to your beauty but I hope you will remember it and it will please you![/i] the yellow crooned, and flew after her again. He was too eager to be tired, at least not yet, too invested in the swelling love he felt for this beautiful queen.
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Post by Alec on Sept 24, 2012 13:49:44 GMT -5
Moruluth looked around as the other chasers soon joined him. There was a brown who he hadn't met before, followed by a bloody-snouted Halventh, then an iron and a yellow. The wher had been a surprise, but Moruluth, for once, hardly cared. At least the handler wasn't far away.
He continued to chase after Nikianeth as best as he could, moving through the clouds while still keeping sight on the orange hide. When she called out to them again, it was about making her happy. He took a second to think of what he could do, and had an idea. It was the only thing that he knew had a chance of working.
Tucking his wings close to his side, Moruluth began diving down, only to rise into a spin again. He was using the moves that the very same orange had taught to him upon their first meeting. While he still had trouble performing some of the moves, he hoped that she would remember them. However, there hadn't been as many dragons in the sky then, and as he sped back up from a dive he found himself about to collide with Weslieth.
With a not so graceful twist of his body, he managed to avoid the yellow just enough to stop any potential injury to either. The situation left him disoriented for a second, but he regained his posture and readjusted himself properly. With a few large wingbeats and a bugle, he rejoined the others. He still twisted and corkscrewed and occasionally called out to her with a whistle as he followed, but now he made himself aware of the positions of the other dragons before he did.
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Post by Lan on Sept 26, 2012 0:56:17 GMT -5
Poseith paid no attention to Nikianeth's reprimand of the blue. It was deserved. He had spoken out of turn and had insulted a queen. He paid the blue no mind, though. Halventh was young, vain, and inexperienced. While Poseith really wasn't that much older, he allowed the younger male a pass for his youth. With a rumble he continued on, his pace held steady as he listened to the orange's commands. They were simple commands; while they were strong and imposing in their own right, they were not as frightening as the demands of the Senior Queen. Still, the iron would never decline. He saw Nikianeth for what she was: beautiful, intense, and charming. She wanted him to make her happy? He would make her happier than her wildest dreams
Halventh's new attempts incited no sympathy from Poseith, but they still did not incite his wrath. Halventh was a leaf on the wind, trying hard to catch up although he could never prevail. Blues had no stamina. Only sub-kings and kings could hope to have an equal chance in this Flight. So the iron giant made no moves to change his course as he allowed his great wings to buffet the smaller blue out of the race. The young man was thoroughly improper; it was a proper lesson for him to be taught humility. All strong males needed this lesson--particularly his brother, Zeuth.
The next contestant made a spiral out of the cloud, but Poseith paid it little mind as well. Clouds shifted with the winds. They could not carve their own paths like dragons. One candlemark they were there and the next they were gone. The iron would make no such move as to sculpt something so frivolous. He was a romantic from time to time, but clouds to him represented fickleness. Nikianeth did not need capricious natures. She needed steadfastness and dedication. These things were not found in the silliness of yellows or the fast-paced lives of blues. So he kept going, following after her through the clouds in the same pace he had kept all along.
It seemed the next to take a turn was Moruluth. The purple did acrobatics that were less common to those of his size, but still rather stunning. Acrobatics hardly mattered in a queen flight, though. Queens needed assurance that their children would be strong and healthy. Speed bred speed. Sport bred sport. Endurance, however, would breed endurance and would last through the generations. The brown, it seemed, had decided to do nothing for now. This meant it was now Poseith's turn.
The iron was ahead of the others, having not stopped for trivialities that detracted from the goal of the Flight. His eyes had remained on Nikianeth and on Nikianeth alone. She was worthy of his attention, worthy of his praise. He bugled loudly again, his large lungs supporting the effort it took despite the constancy of speed he had kept. His mind reached out to her and, finally, he spoke, I am not your Fighter, Lady... But I am your King, as you are my Queen.
The words were simple, leaving nothing leftover or spared. His intentions were clear. What would make Nikianeth happy would be to have a steadfast male by her side. She needed a King to stand by her and be her support in her duties as Queen. He was such a King. Poseith had done his duty again and again without faltering. He would serve her finely at her side, much better than these frivolous males that would leave as soon as their capricious hearts led them astray. Of course, when his duties called him elsewhere they would part, but as long as his duties stayed with her he would never leave her in the dark.
So Poseith, the King of the skies and the sea and the land, used this opportunity to take advantage of his lead. He used a little of his stored energy to propel himself forward and turn to his side, leaving himself open to catch Nikianeth should she fall into his claws. Shall we dance? His question was confident, yet he allowed her some space to dismiss him should she choose to avoid him as he tried to lock his talons with hers.
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Post by thyme on Sept 26, 2012 1:27:35 GMT -5
The creamy brown beat his wings almost lazily as followed behind his competitors. He watched the other males’ antics with mild amusement. He knew that they were not his real competition. His competition was the glowing orange in front of him! Their flattering words and extravagant gestures were nothing more than bells and whistles. That was no way to impress an orange as beautiful and strong as Nikianeth! Rirth would show her his strength. Real. Tangible. Strength.
Rirth’s large wings afforded strength and stamina. He may not be as maneuverable as some of the smaller colors but he could put on great bursts of speed and still sustain himself for longer distances. He brought his wings down in a powerful surge flattening his fore-legs, hind-legs, and neck to reduce any of the drag his bulk produced. He shot forward making sure that his trajectory didn’t involve any collisions. He shot pass the orange and flipped onto his back so that his underbelly was exposed to the orange. He let out a playful rumble as he fell several feet before righting himself. He fell back passing beneath the orange. He resumed his position towards the back of his pack.
Rirth had been a part of a many of flights and had come out the victor in a fair many too. It was never wise to crowd a female. He could be patient. He could wait. The brown had tried to impress her with his ability to zoom to the front but still have the restraint to fall back as well. Now he would just keep pace with the other chasers before deciding on his next move.
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Post by larkwing on Sept 27, 2012 16:26:30 GMT -5
Well, they were interesting to say the least.
Nikianeth found herself watching as first one male then another tried whatever silly trick they could come up with. The clouds were sped toward, her body flashing around and then through the newly made structure, laughing at the ease in which she overtook them. Moruluth's movements were indeed remembered, but she gave a high warble and proved to the young purple that he still had a thing or two to learn before they were perfected. The blue had almost done nothing but fly after her it seemed, and the iron had disappeared for the time being.
Craning her head around to check for the king, Nikianeth snapped the appendage back as the sweeping of wings came from below her. Hissing the orange shook her head, hovering and soaring upward away from the brown. He was playing fancy moves on her as well, now even on his back. It certainly was an interesting little maneuver. The line of thought however was broken as she came against the missing iron, her back hitting his outstretched arms, her body twisting with his by instinct alone. For a moment she fought against the hold that no doubt would take her, and then with a soft croon she simply nodded and nuzzled in against her King's neck.
Yes, you are my King. Let us dance and conquer the skies together now.
On land Armania had been moving back and forth slowly around her weyr, her eyes watching the riders carefully as her dragon sped through the skies above. A soft humming noise escalated from her lips as she was caught, the relief at the flight being almost finished too much for the woman to consider right now. Instead she walked toward F'ton, her hand stretched out to him as she tilted her head slightly, grey eyes studying his form. "Well....I suppose she's made her choice then."
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Post by Lan on Sept 27, 2012 17:42:26 GMT -5
Exuberance. Exhilaration. The iron King bugled his triumph as his lovely orange Queen recognized him for what he was. He had superseded the competition, two of which included his own children, and now was the time for he and his Queen to fly as the partners they were meant to be. Together they were the sky's royalty, leaving all others behind to watch their display. He took her in, strong limbs holding her close yet displaying also a delicacy tempered by his genteel nature. As she snuggled into the crook of his neck he curled tighter around her, letting the two of them fall from the sky. Their dance would be magnificent, played to the tune of countless other dances before them. King and Queen. Weyr and World. Sky and Dragons. Nothing could supersede the importance of such unions and in that moment dutiful Poseith felt every instinctual pride of their consummation. They didn't need to fight the conquer the skies; the skies were conquered the moment they took to the air. The skies are ours... and I am yours.
F'ton, aware of Poseith's choice, was feeling once again the overwhelming desire to mirror the actions of his dragon. The woman who was the object of his desire had been a dragonrider long before he had even set eyes on Dalibor, but the age gap didn't matter. In this moment she was beautiful and graceful and everything that he had ever wanted. The duty of an iron King weighed down upon his mind, as he was unable to quite disentangle his thoughts from his dragon's, and it pulled him forward toward Armania.
"... Y-eah," he replied, breathless. Words escaped him on a normal basis, but now the lust and intensity of Flight left him almost speechless. F'ton took her hand, pulling her in to him and kissing her fervently as they made their way to her bed. While he was still not a very confident young man, at least now he was no longer the awkward boy who didn't know what to do with himself. His experiences with Samael and Fahra kept him from squirming and he knew what had to happen next. Reaching for Armania's linens, he began their descent into a dance that would mirror their dragons' passion.
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