An Orange Sunrise [Vhreth's Flight]

[xena2009]

Arsana sighed and flipped through a few more hides on her bed. She'd been looking over a few from when she'd been a weyrling, some turns ago. She wasn't sure what she'd been looking for, but couldn't seem to find it now. She growled in frustration and swiped her arm at the hides, sending the pile onto the floor in a head of fluttered mess. She stood from her bed and walked into the other section of her weyr. She could see the telltale signs of an imminent flight. Vhreth's hide was glowing a deliciously bright orange color.

Vhreth was in a bout of restlessness, even though she was sleeping. She was sleeping fitfully. Her tail and wings twitched every so often. The orange sighed and flared her nostrils a few times as well, seeming to be caught up in her dream. Suddenly, her tail thrashed for a brief moment and then she stilled. Her eyelids came open and she snarled at a nearby dragon. Color of hide not important. Her eyes whirled fast and the color of lust.

Arsana felt the breath knocked out of her when she knew the moment her beloved lifemate had woken up. She ran to the now vacant ledge to watch as Vhreth glided easily to the feeding pens and landed on a buck. "Blood it!" She yelled at her lifemate.

The orange shrieked her defiance and flared her wings. I HUNGER!

"BLOOD IT ONLY!" Arsana screamed at the orange behemoth of a Queen. Eat meat and you will not fly far or fast! She yelled, both verbally and mentally at the orange. She was not above doing what ever means necessary to get the Queen to blood her kills.

Sedately, Vhreth growled in her throat but commenced to drain the blood from her first victim. She easily killed two more and drank their warm lifeblood. And then, she pounced on a fourth. She lifted her blood-stained muzzle to the sky and let go a loud and shrill scream of challenge.

Arsana stumbled as she struggled to stand at the entrance to her weyr, watching her lifemate rip and rend the beasts before blooding them. She felt the tang taste of the blood, though it wasn't actually in her own mouth, but in Vhreth's. She closed her eyes when she heard the shrill scream, felt the lust and waning hunger wash over her. Anger swelled, causing her to feel as if her whole body was on fire, burning, scorching her. She opened her eyes to see her lifemate launch into the sky. And the chase was on!

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Is all I will know,
Cause when I'm with him,
I am thinking of you,
Thinking of you.

Kerath perched serenely on the ledge of his weyr, attention focused outward. It will be okay, Klaith; the purple assured the agitated green, quickly aware of her agitation because she passed through his vision as she fled what had upset her. The green had garnered the brief fury of a rising Queen. Well, a lesser Queen, but that was a fearful thing enough. Vhreth wasn't as large as any of the Kings or ruling Queens in the Weyr (except for Shoth, who was far too easily the butt of jokes in Kerath's easily amused mind) but the orange was bigger than the interested purple and all but five percent of the Weyr. With rapt interest, he watched her rise from her own weyr and fall upon the prey pens. Dimly, he could hear her rider shouting at her. Red and purple stained his swirling eyes, and they picked up speed as he followed her movements.

W'al raised his head to look across the small cave to where his dragon sat in his watching. A rather halfhearted smile painted his features, tugging at his mouth but failing to truly raise his lips. It wasn't because he wasn't happy. He simply had some concerns, especially in the wake of recent events. Stressed. Tired. That was him. Being an overly young, inexperienced weyrlingmaster was finally getting to him. It didn't help that he kept thinking about C'elin, which was bad, very bad. This will help you relax! I will catch her for yooouuuu! The teasing manner that Kerath said it to him, mocking the way some dragon's spoke before a flight, made him smile. He tumbled off his perch on the rim of the purple's couch and headed for Vhreth's weyr. Her rider was Arsana, right? Not C'elin. He actually sighed at that realization. Then he hurriedly shut up.

With his rider set in his thoughts, and in need of distraction, Kerath returned his focus entirely back to Vhreth again. She looked so pretty in the early hours. Like a shot, she was off. For a quick moment, she disappeared into the colors of the sky. Then he saw her brilliant form, and he was off after her, surging up into the air with a beat of his long wings and a joyful flick of his long tail. Tipping back his head, feeling the wind play against his neck, he let out a bugle to announcement his intentions to chase her. It lacked a great deal of force and fire, but he didn't have much fire in him. The only commitment that he offered was with each stroke of his wings, each expenditure of energy. He had no true investments, but whimsical fancies quickly overtook his sense as lust rolled itself over his body. Aloft, aloft, with his purple wings, he flew for her!

You're like an Indian summer,
In the middle of winter,
Like a hard candy,
With a surprise center.

[zara]

The Orange's challenge caught the attention of an Iron who sat perched on the ledge. I am going to chase.

[/i] he informed His without so much as a doubt or question.

K'nan awoke from his nap with a start, jumping to his feet. "Very well, Embraeth," he murmured quietly, feeling his mind quickly pulled into Embraeth's as the Iron launched himself up into the air, large metallic wings snapping open as he rose in chase after the orange Queen of the skies.

Orange Queen of Pern... Beauty rising high above the skies and those here. Race far and high. Let us chase... he crooned to her, his Rider's words melding with his voice. The Iron knew to save his energies... But he also knew that he wanted to impress her. HE wanted to garner her attentions. Hopefully, attaining them forhte better.

Embraeth - K'nan felt their wings beat the air, the strength in them there. The Purple was the only other challenger, but was his heart in it as Embraeth's was...? Embraeth would give this Flight his all. He would chase until his energy died if that be the case. He crooned softly, a wordless tune leaving his lips as he flew. Words would come, but he would borrow those of His, as was his custom in any Flight he had chased in before. It was not often that Embraeth would choose to chase. So why now? Only Embraeth could answer and he was not forth coming at this point. Too focused was his mind on the beautiful Orange he chased.

K'nan attempted to think for himself for a moment... Embraeth was chasing Orange Vhreth ridden by Arsana. K'nan was again swept up in his dragon's mind and carried away in the chase. He found himself singing softly along with his dragon, though all else he was not entirely aware of. He only had a vague sensation of his body at that point in time.[/center]

[jack]

It was strange, living in weyrs again. Even after the time that had passed, Sjueth awoke every morning with a long sigh, one not of pleasure but of mild unhappiness. He missed the stars and the moon, and the feel of warm sand beneath his belly. The light breezes that trickled in and warmed his flesh was gone, and there were no more rain storms where he could stretch out his wings over His, and just feel that massaging torrent against his hide.

The stone was cold against his scales, a displeasing sensation that made him shiver and itch and wish again for that buffing grit. He sighed as he did after every nap, and rose slowly to his feet, ambling without purpose to the ledge of his weyr. He plopped down gracelessly there, not even willing to exert the effort of his usual nobility. The sun at least felt good on his head, and he closed his eye to enjoy it further. It would figure, of course, that the great Iron would find himself interrupted just as he began to drift to sleep. But the interruption--a screaming bugle as loud as thunder on a clear night--was not unwanted.

Sjueth perked almost immediately, his legs folding cleanly beneath himself as he perched as a doberman would sit at a King's side, his eye clear and whirling with interest as he surveyed the skies. Ah, there she was, an Orange flash against the clouds. The silvery hide rippled as he considered his options, very gently testing the waters of His's mind.

The blackette stirred quickly, peeking up from the pile of furs he'd wriggled into a corner. Looking a bit like an especially out-of-it hatchling, he blinked once, twice, and then yawned, rubbing at his cheek childishly. "Fine, fine, ya big lummox. You deserve a good Flight anyways." He rolled his eyes and began to rise, but Sjueth was already gone, a powerful leap sending him rocketing after Vhreth.

His trumpeting bugle was the loudest yet, fueled by all the energy stored and cooped up in the constricting weyrs. His hide glowed like a silver bullet in the sky as he flexed into the wind, shooting after her effortlessly. The wind felt good against his flesh, and the sound of his own wings pumping encouraged him to move faster and stronger in the Orange's wake. He did not know her, and she did not know him, but he would prove nonetheless that he was a regal and worthy opponent to any that would Fly her. His lone eyes shone as he flew, but he was perfectly calm. Strong and silent, he would display his experience and his soothing pride. He was worthy of her attention, and he would prove it with physical ability, rather than insult such a beauty with crooning cries of her beauty.

T'el, meanwhile, was finally shrugging into clothing. The tiredness was wiped clean from his face as he yawned and pulled a shirt over his bare chest, shrugging on his Flight jacket a moment later. With a smooth, relaxed expression on his face--a far cry from his manic grin--he ran a comb quickly through his curled locks and popped his shoulder, tossing the comb aside as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and ambled through the halls, searching on the Orangerider's weyr easily.

Shoulders were thrust back proudly and his chin was lifted as he loomed in the doorway for an extended second, letting her see him clearly before he dared approach. When he moved it was with long, purposeful steps, the stride of the man his father had proudly encouraged in the years past. Masked in the guise of his past, he gave a very soft smile and bowed to the Orangerider, making no other move as he came to stand a bit behind her. If Sjueth would fly, displaying his regal pride and willingness to do anything for the subqueen, then he would do right by his dragon and do the same for Vhreth's rider--at least for now.

[xena2009]

Vhreth was excited and thrilled about flight. She loved it when she and hers would go for flights, but this? It was pure joy! She knew she had chasers behind her, but she was enjoying herself. She looked back and saw purple Kerath, and Irons Embraeth and Sjueth, along with a few browns and a black. She ingored them for a while more, feeling her energy was beginning to wane.

She knew she had to make a choice. The Purple was a fine beast, as were the two Irons. Though only one brown was left to chase her when she looked back again. She bugled again, a demand in her vocal. She flew up high into the sky, before closeing her wings and dropping but she didn't drop far. She opened her wings and beat them, catching a thermal. She shot past the four remaining males, coming within inches of Sjueth.

In her weyr, Arsana could feel her lifemate growing weaker with each beat of her orange wings. She urged her orange dragon to choose.

Vhreth was done playing now. She looked back to see that the one she'd settled on was close to her. She crooned and called to the Iron softly, I choose you, Sjueth.

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In the time of chimpanzees,
I was a monkey,
Butane in my veins,
And I’m out to cut the junkie.

Kerath flew after Vhreth with no question, following her demanding call. She flew high, but he continued his chase, pursuing her up and up, unquestioning and undoubting of what height they might be forced to reach. Others had joined him in the chase, but he paid them no mind. If he'd had the breath and the thoughts to spare, he would have teased them, informing them that they were far too late, but he had nothing to spare as he forced himself to new lengths of grandeur. One by one, the others fell away, and he continued, and that was all that mattered. Eventually, as they went up and up, only four remained, including him, and that was all that mattered. The number, the remaining chase, and his ever present whimsies, that was all that mattered. She dropped for a moment. He followed. Then she straightened and darted by him. He stopped and turned.

Then the orange beauty chose, and it was not him. She picked the old renegade iron. Still, Kerath didn't envy the iron. He taught the children of renegades, as much as some of them tried to claim otherwise. They were good, all in their own ways, and Vhreth had chosen as she wished. Lighthearted, playful, and rather flirty when it came to his manner of chasing, the purple held only so much investment and sense of loss in him. With every flight he joined, it was slowly taxed away, before it was refilled to the minuscule amount it ever reached on occasion. W'al hadn't even truly reached the orangerider's weyr, and he sheepishly shuffled out into the bowl to wait for Kerath's return. He was partially glad that his lovely, noble purple hadn't won, but the unfilled flight feelings were confusing enough as it was. They brought up stupid, terrible ideas.

Soy un perdedor,
I’m a loser baby,
So, why don’t you kill me?
I can’t believe you.