Losing Control {Agrippith's 6th Flight}

[Boo]

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The gold would be clutching her eggs soon. That creature who roamed the nights would also sully the sands with her eggs. Agrippith was not so vain as to take issue with Callistath’s use of the sands but the wher… That was another matter entirely. The orange had been annoyed lately, very annoyed. The leadership was foolish but not because a Lord Holder had taken control but because a brown had decided to endanger their whole wher and livelihood. Agrippith had two brown sons of whom she was rather proud when she remembered them but other than that, she thought browns unworthy of leading her. Presently, the dragoness lazed on the edge of her Weyr, staring down into the bowl below.

How long had it been since she had eaten? The fear in Lirone’s heart had kept her from the herds. Pain had stabbed at Her Lirone… Pain caused by that brown dragon or that was what Agrippith thought anyway. What else could it be after all? It was the only changing factor in the Weyr beyond the deaths of so many other dragons. Something kept Agrippith away from the herdbeasts and she had been satisfying herself with wherries infrequently. Her stomach rumbled as though in response to this. The dragon turned her head and lifted a wing to look at her belly before straightening herself on the ledge. She was hungry, oh so hungry…

Something else sparked a thought in Agrippith’s heart, a lust for something more than a herdbeast a deeper lust. The orange got to her feet. Her hide had become brighter over the past season to be sure but it was not yet time. Or was it? She wanted to show them how it was done, how one chose a proper partner but she didn’t want to actually Fly yet but the hunger gnawed at her.

I will do as I want MyLirone.
It was early in the morning and these words stirred Lirone out of her deep sleep but not yet quite awake. Agrippith wasn’t supposed to take to the skies just yet…

Without her bonded holding her back, Agrippith launched herself off the edge and descended on the hersbeasts. She tore into them and began eating the flesh of the beasts. She was so, so hungry. With each piece of flesh she consumed, she felt satisfied until Lirone awoke abruptly.
Agrippith, no! You know what you’re supposed to do!
But the near 17 turn old dragon would hear none of it as the lust grew. Agrippith did not roar a challenge to the Weyr as she often did but instead spoke.
I will not be controlled.

Panic shot through Lirone at those words as she sat in her nightclothes, hair and furs rather dishevelled. Agrippith had flown seven times now but never had she eaten a herdbeast and already she could feel that the orange was bloated. What was more, she wasn’t supposed to be flying yet… Not for at least another sevenday, all this worked to worry Lirone for she knew that what might happen now would stay with her forever.
Fly with me. NOW.

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[Serah]

He heard the Orange's call. He was going to answer, no he was answering her call. Arifoth shot into the sky like a purple bullet. He was not going to be the last one in this Flight. He wanted to make the Orange happy! And what would make her happy with him but him being the first one to answer her call? He did not know what else, but he believed this would make her happy.

Oh beautiful lady! Your Arifoth has come. He called to Agrippith, to let her know he had joined her in the sky. He stayed a respectful distance away from the Orange, but he did croon to her. He wanted to sing of her beauty! If only his 'singing' voice was not so bad. Then he would give the beautiful Orange a song. But sadly, he was not so good with melodies and the like.

Z'eri groaned as he watched the Purple rise after the Orange. But he got up from his sitting place in his weyr. He left to find the Orangerider's weyr. He didn't know the rider, but he would be there, just in case Arifoth actually won this Flight. He eventually found the weyr he was looking for. He gave a slight tap on the door, to let her know he was there. However, he didn't go too far into the room. He hovered by the door.

[Azhdarchid]

An arrow of blue shot out of the Bowl after Agrippith. No longer the bulkless fledgling he'd been the first time she caught him, he stroked his wings close to his body and flowed up the sky. The weal cramping his chest had healed, and Agrippith Rose in synchrony with that day of renewal. Halventh slung his smaller body under the huge, pale subking and approached Agrippith's left flank. His bright red-pink eyes flicked over the scars there, then he fell down and resurrected on her flawless right. His wingtip brushed toward hers, stretching, the wind off it buffeting her sails. He opened his jaws, but some concentrated memory sprung on him, and he closed again without a sound.

More than a memory, maybe. His equine head tilted at the orange, a few thoughtful clicks echoing in his long throat. He flew beside her, matching every flush and dart, and when she leveled he worked his body into a sinuous wave, pumping his wings to clamber ahead of her, blotting the rose horizon with his pale imitation of the sky. Flooding his hide with his richest color, he executed a few lean loop-de-loops, hissing a soft mimicry of a Rising female's screeches. He kept himself a couple dragonlength's off the advancing queen's nose throughout the demonstration, then cupped his wings and banked back to her side, stopping within a pin-width of previous station. Extra color draining out, he bobbed his head at Agrippith. Confused.

L'xon shoved past Z'eri, striding through the inner weyr to where Lirone stood in her nightgown. He had trousers of loose cloth on, not because he slept in them but because he always attempted the pretense of civility in these break-of-day flights. Or because that which was concealed was most desired. It ceased to matter once Halventh had gotten a look at his once-mate and found himself in possession of enough brain to evaluate her. To evaluate her. The dragon's eyes had no trouble identifying the blood on her mouth, a normalcy, but also the slight distension in her stomach.

"Control her," he said to Lirone in a voice not entirely his own. Dangerous enough when males were falling over themselves under the influence of D'lios' cure, but this was the second queen to staunch her own Flight by partaking. Just the blood would have done it, but it looked like Agrippith had snuck a few bites in while her rider slept. "Lirone," he said, reaching for her wrists. He would draw her in if she let him, and that was not his intent but that of his other half. "There's no choice...we'll bring her in." If only he could coax a warning out of Halventh, a warning to the Weyr. But the blue, while considerably less possessed than usual, was still caught under the queen's demand.

Halventh twisted upside-down, beneath Agrippith, and extended one of his clutches of talons toward hers, straining to bring his left rear foot and hers together. If Agrippith would permit that, the strong grip he'd forge would give him leverage to wrap against her. It would not be much of a Chase, but he would have more strength to prolong the aftermath. And she would be safe.

Again that desperate thought to tell someone, call someone, raced in through the cracks in his imperfect instinctual response. But this far from the Weyr, there was only Agrippith. Female dragons did not respond to calls, even those of queens, and males once hearing it were entranced despite their concerns.

At least, hopeless little blues were.

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Heavy. Everything felt so heavy, her wings and her whole body. Agrippith beat her wings once more, lifting herself laboriously into the skies as she heard her suitors. Hissing, she looked at the purple. Shortly after, a blue joined them and the orange was certain she remembered him. In her mind, she knew who he was or perhaps it was in Lirone’s mind. Of course she would remember the father of her last clutch, successful as it was. Halventh flew along beside her, catching up quickly in her Flight.

The orange snapped her jaws as he flew even further ahead and then followed his movements with her eyes. How dare he presume to be better than her, leading HER Flight. Anger boiled in the jealous Queen as she pushed herself forwards but he was dropping back beside her. Dropping to join her once more.

As he did so, Lirone began to lose herself in the rage. She remembered L’xon, of course, remembered him well and as he approached her, she took in his appearance. She was hungry but as he grabbed her wrists, her frustrations only grew. A snarl passed over her features as he pulled her in and immediately, she broke his grip, grabbing at him and tugging him close, nails scratching at his skin.

“You cannot control us.”

At that moment, Agrippith reached out and snatched her choice out of the sky, choosing the blue who had sired her children. It was more out of desperation as she began falling, too heavy to hold herself up. She was tired and heavy and as she grabbed him, she scratched at his hide, and grabbing at his rear foot as he had reached out for hers.
You are mine, Halventh. Though your favours may stray you are mine this day.

Lirone pulled L’xon into a violent, passionate kiss and then released him, moving to her bed, feeling slightly ill and heavy just as her dragon was but inviting L'xon to join her. The Flight had been a disaster and there would not be long before Agrippith and Halventh fell to the ground but the anger inside the pair boiled over as they accepted their collective choices.

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