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Post by simile on Oct 15, 2011 0:15:18 GMT -5
I did cause a commotion I can't help but make a scene I ain't lookin for somethin premintent to get at me Tell you what it's gonna be You better step up your game Before you can step with me Tegarth rustled her wings irritably and snapped at the nearest pink. Who was she to think that she was important? She was a pink. She was even less than a green like herself. She stood, spreading her wings and giving the blues, the purples, the browns, the irons, and bronzes, any within view, a lovely view of her green hide. They should give her due attention. She was beautiful after all. Even if she couldn't clutch. Not that it mattered to her. Who would want to sit on the sands with a clutch? Boring!"For the third time! I said nothing was wrong! Can you just leave me alone!" She frowned at the woman across from her. "But you have been irritable for the past several hours..." Well duh! She had to be dense. " Most definitely had to be dense. "When a dragoness is going to rise, it affects their rider," she said with overly exaggerated patience that held the edge of her agitation. She was hungry now. Fiercely hungry. She snapped at another pink. Stupid pink. Ditzy, stupid. Not like her. She was brilliant. She held all the cards. She was manipulative. She was wonderful. Or so that was what she thought. Espeically right now. Her wings rose up high as she threw herself skyward with an angry war. Woe to any who dared get in her way. Or perhaps she would be the one who would be in trouble depending on rank. But whatever the case, she could care less. She desired food. She hungered, or so she thought. And there they were, the object that would satisfy her. Her eyes swirled red extremely quickly and she picked out one of them, falling down from the sky onto it, her teeth tearing into it, her claws tearing at the flesh. She did not so much gorge it as she did rip it apart. Fool dragon! You want fun and to prove you are best! Then stop eating pieces and ripping things apart you ridiculous creature!She hissed in irritation. Foolish human! If she weren't her human... But her thoughts soon changed as her eyes began to swirl purple. Her need was more urgent much different... but... Let them see this display. She grabbed what was left of the carcass and flung it above her, letting the blood hit her wings, her body. There. That would do. Let them see now her glory. She spread her wings and roared at the top of her voice, standing to her hind legs as she leaped skyward, tossing her head again. It was time! It was time! Let it begin! It would be glory! Her glory they chased. Come the kings, come the fighters, come the males of Dalibor! Come and chase! Come have fun! Come fight for me!Oh yes, oh yes... She was off, her wings carrying her upward and outward. She would show them all. She would test them. She would collect the cards... and she would play them. Hand by hand, move by move, moment by moment. Can't you see me walkin through the door Maybe I should turn it up a little but more I can't help but feel responsible For what the girls hate And the boys adore
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Post by matsi on Oct 15, 2011 16:42:06 GMT -5
He lay there, humming to himself as Lolovivi, the brown flit, and Amour the pink flit rubbed themselves happily against his freshly oiled hide, as they normally did. He didn’t used to approve of all the little things, but now, oh yes, he loved them greatly. They did a better job than His did! And that was saying something! Besides, he did have to look his best with so many females so close to flying. Ahh, yes. He would be the best looking blue…no… the best looking male out in those skies chasing the females. He often was the best looking male after all! Those females should feel honored that he wanted to chase them! He was like the prince of all the fighting dragons! Shards, the queens and subs should even be honored, not that he liked them. He didn’t like the thought of having miniature “hims” flying around.
Lanith’s thoughts slowly began to fade as slumber stretched into his mind, but it was soon interrupted by the hissing of Lolovivi and startled squeal of Amour. The blue opened his eye and watched as the two flew away, then betweened probably to go find Theirs. At first, the blue didn’t really understand, then he heard it. The screaming of the green. Never in his life had the big blue leapt to his feet that fast. He let out a groan, almost hurting himself in the process of that leap, then watched as the green hurled herself into the skies. Lanith let out a hum of pleasure and opened his scarred wing, looking at it slightly, inspecting the few small thread holes, then opened the other and inspected it. They were good enough, he decided, then launched himself skywards. It took him a moment longer than normal to get off of the ground, but soon, he was high enough that he no longer pumped his wings roughly. No, now, he was high enough to actually fly.
Mine. It’s time to show our best. Get to the weyr of Hers, now, The blue rumbled happily into the mind of his rider. H’to was sitting in the dining hall when Lanith’s voice pushed into his mind. With a sweet bread in his mouth, he just sat there for a moment, listening to Lanith, and slightly irritated. Then, without a word, he stood up and started off, eating the sweet bread quickly as he wandered in the direction that, for some reason, he knew the flying female’s rider resided.
Once Lanith was certain that His was heading to the weyr, he let out a sing-song warble to the green, introducing the fact that he was there. His wings pumped evenly and strongly, occasionally causing a whistle from the air pushing through the small thread holes in his sails. Yet the sound didn’t seem to bother him one bit. He was too focused on the green in front of him. He was there to chase. No. He was there to win! Though His didn’t want him to win, not after A’bar, but that didn’t matter to Lanith. He wanted to win, and he wanted all of the other males to envy him for the females that he could get.
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Post by Boo on Oct 16, 2011 16:00:59 GMT -5
This was… A strange feeling. He rather thought something was wrong with him as he watched the agitated green near the feeding pens. Hephaeth stood on the edge of their Weyr very still and tense as the green threw a carcase onto her back. She seemed… Different somehow. She seemed to be more beautiful to him. Well that was absurd, he had never seen the other female. Well, not really. Sure, he had seen her around flying in her brilliant glory but never like this. Mine… There ith thomething odd about that green, Tegarth there. Look, she ith flying into the thky… Ith it normal to want to chathe her? It ith ithn’t it?
Z’is turned around and looked at Hephaeth with shock as a whole series of emotions flowed through their bond. Well, this was simply strange beyond reason. He had the strangest urge to find Cassondra and… “Hephaeth… I don’t know…” But the blue had already lept off the edge and flown after the green with a bugling call. Z’is hesitated a moment before the emotions overwhelmed him and he walked swiftly from his own Weyr in search of the green rider. As he walked into her Weyr so too did Hephaeth start gaining on the green, making his intentions more obvious. Not that he really knew what he was doing of course… It was all very strange to him. Tegarth. I will chathe you. Your brillianthe ith undeniable.
His wings beat hard but awkwardly as he wavered in the air, trying to keep up with the green. Hephaeth was certainly not the most graceful of fliers and was almost always awkward seeming whenever he flew.
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Post by simile on Nov 13, 2011 23:41:24 GMT -5
Tegarth looked back. So... She saw blue. Very handsome blues. Oh boys! Show me what you can do! Dance with me! Her tone was incredibly flirtatious as she dropped down towards them and between them before spreading her wings again and crooning to them both. Come come now. They had a long way to go. The one was scarred, a wing with thread score. That meant he was brave. He was strong. Hmm... THe other.... the other was SOOO C-UUTE!. She loved his lisp and she couldn't help the chortling laughter that lifted from her throat. Oh my lovely chasers... I dare you! I dare you to follow me! With that she spiraled upward and outward heading straight into the clouds above. Oh... she had to think if something better. For now... she would keep it simple.
Oh big strong Lanith and adorable Hephaeth.... Won't you fly faster. It's getting to be boring already... Her voice was whiny and maybe a bit grating. She wasn't going to build them up... more likely she would tear them down... or even attempt to get them to turn against each other. That was just the sort of green she was. This would be as much a fight as it was a flight.
Hephaeth... I think Lanith is trying to make a fool of you in this flight. He's trying to show you that you can't do anything. That you aren't worthy. Why don't you do me a favor and prove him wrong...? She spoke to hte male with a slight croon, her words sweet and light.... though her intent oculd be anything but. Was anything but.
She looked back again to see what would happen to watch what her words did to them. She would only pick the strongest after all. Only the best. Oh... she couldn't wait to see if they fought. She felt an extreme amount of excitement.
Cassondra smiled at the men who entered her room through half lidded eyes, walking in front of them, her small frame moving gracefully. She wore a smirk and her eyes looked them over intently oh yes... Some handsome boys here. And some seemed just so young. She didn't know if she liked that... Hmmm... Oh well. It was up to Tegarth. Who had yet to pick the same dragon twice as it were.
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Post by matsi on Nov 14, 2011 0:38:06 GMT -5
Lanith crooned and warbled at her voice as it danced lightly through his mind like a sweet scent on a wind. His wide and wildly dancing eyes followed her with much attention, so much so, that his body followed her as she darted between himself and the other blue. He followed with the intensity of a loyal hound, his nose always pointing in her direction. He let his scarred and tattered wings fold slightly, allowing himself to fall after the green as she dove past them, but the moment he saw her wings snap open, his did the same, causing him to barrel roll over once, but also making him warble as if to say “hey, look what I am capable of doing,”. Needless to say, Lanith was proud at the moment. He was better, no best, and he was willing to prove it all.
Then, as the green shot upwards once more, his wings billowed one heavy flap, shoving him upwards, before he fell back into an easy chase, waiting for the true challenge or the race. He knew it would come soon enough. Every female tested the males at some point, whether it be by leading them through complex spirals and speeds, or by just making them race to her in the final stretch. He knew. He knew he knew more than the youngster. He was Lanith after all!
Then, she said the magic words. Strong Lanith. The blue warbled, addressing that she was in fact correct! He was strong, and a wing second, a leader, and a blue. What could be better than that? Nothing after all! He was the best of the best. Boring, though? No. That wasn’t the point, it was only mild now. But what got Lanith’s attentions was what she said next, directed to the younger one. His eyes sparked with crimson of the challenge. It was true, the youngster was not worthy at all. The youngster was below them, he and the green that is. If she was wanting Hepitath to challenge him, then he would challenge Hepitath first! Lanith let out a rumble. He was not one to deny the ladies what they wanted! His rumble escaladed into a growl, then a roar billowed out of Lanith’s maw as he shoved himself closer to the blue, opening his large jaws as he did so. The moment he was close enough, the older blue closed his jaws down on the younger one’s leg, snarling and allowing his jaws to close tightly before he released the younger one with a shake of his head and allowed his claws to trace his sides and base of his sails. He, Lanith, was not one to allow other off easily. No. He wanted that other one to remember who he was and to remember his place. Hepitath was young and foolish, while he, Lanith of H’to, was in his prime and scarred with experiences that made him stronger and better. Egotistical? Yes, but Lanith knew it was the truth.
Lanith put distance between himself and the other blue again, preparing himself for either a counter attack, or to try to take the youngster out of the skies all together. He would do it too. This female clearly was alright with the ichor shed, and that was how Lanith liked to play… Dirty.
{{Boo, if you want this changed, just tell me. You weren’t on when I was writing, LOL}}
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Post by Boo on Nov 14, 2011 4:47:33 GMT -5
As the green spoke back to them Hephaeth found he could concentrate on nothing else except the beauty before him. He almost forgot about his Wingmate, Lanith flying beside him. Well, the older blue was a little ahead of Hephaeth as he struggled to keep up with his more graceful companions. When Tegarth called out to him, Hephaeth felt a thrill run through him but the words made him falter ever so slightly. Adorable? Was he not as strong as Lanith? They were in the same wing and it was only his age that kept him from being better than Lanith in just about every way.
Instantly, Hephaeth’s mood soured and his attention shifted to his blue companion. No, the blue competitor. They were competing for the affections of the beautiful Tegarth and Hephaeth had to prove his worth somehow. Whilst he may not have necessarily proved himself entirely against Thread, he had fought with bravery. Maybe he had yet to earn his battle scars but he was as good as any dragon. No, he was better than any other dragon. He would not be ridiculed here. As she spiralled upwards, Hephaeth made to follow…
I am fathter than any dragon. He said it to Z’is in an attempt to egg himself on further, looking for support from the only person with whom he truly felt comfortable. Z’is never ridiculed him and nor did he seek to control.
Unfortunately, inexperience and a naturally awkward body meant he was caught and nearly ran into Lanith. Wait…
Hephaeth cried out in pain as the teeth sunk into his leg, in the Weyr, Z’is collapsed in pain. Only a few short seasons after the debacle that had been the fire, Z’is had found something more to fear. Hephaeth scrabbled awkwardly against the older dragon, his leader… His so called ‘wing mate’ and trusted ally, the spell of Tegarth was broken. Survival instincts kicked in and Hephaeth’s instinct was to run. As his side was raked, the blue lashed back at Lanith in an attempt to get free from the whole flight. With one last attempt to grab the other blue’s tail, Hephaeth withdrew from the flight, flying even more unsteadily towards the ground. Z’is gasped back his pain and stumbled from the Weyr with only one thought in mind. Hephaeth’s welfare.
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Post by simile on Nov 14, 2011 11:50:30 GMT -5
Tegarth hissed. The young dragon gave up to easily! How dare you leave me! She fell down towards earth after him, snapping, but... she could not leave her own flight and left him before ever reaching him, heading upward. It seemed that this was a pointless flight now. But she did not wish it to be over.
Come contender. Fight with me! she hissed and screamed and fell on Lanith, biting into his shoulder then attempting to scrabble away. Only by ichor and blood! she shrieked at Lanith and at the retreating Hephaeth.
Cassondra winced and came down to earth. Z'is... oh... she would have to apologize later. And that stupid dra- She was up in the skies again, her eyes, her feelings, everything.
This was going to be so boring with just one chaser. Oh... but she liked violent, blood. But... maybe it was time to end this? She did not want to! She wanted it to drag on! She wanted them both to bleed now! Lanith, my dearest... you make this too easy... Is there no one who can challenge you?
She fell from the sky again, straight towards the water below, allowing herself to fall through it and sail beneath, erupting to spiral upwards, straight towards him. This was his last test as she reached out to scratch at him with her claws. He'd have to catch her. To endure the pain she caused. And then... then maybe she'd give in fully to him.
Cassondra bit her lip, almost causing it to bleed then threw herself at H'to violently, feeling the need to bruise him, hurt him, like her dragon to see if he was strong enough to subdue her. To see if he could take it....
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Post by matsi on Nov 14, 2011 14:36:38 GMT -5
Lanith was pleased. Oh so very pleased. Even as a few minor scratches were endured, Lanith warbled out like a king, pleased with his actions. His eyes danced with brilliant colors. He would dare Hephaeth to challenge him in anyway again. Even if the other one was older, and Lanith a senior with bones a creaking, He knew he would beat him again. Yet, he didn’t stop there. He followed after the green as she chased the other blue in anger. Red still sparked in his eyes, along with the colors of pride and lust, as he let out another roar at the younger blue, then veered upwards with the green again. He was determined and proud. Well, more proud than normal.
Only because no challenger wants to face me, Lovely one. I am Lanith, the finest fighter out there, He growled as he watched her dive again. He twisted himself to watch her. No female wanted to be caught so close to the water, so what was she doing? He watched as she erupted sky wards again, talons outstretched. Ahh another test, eh? With his chest still inflated from the recent attack he had done, he was ready to face this without second thought. What was more scars on his radiant blue hide? Scars were nothing but the words on parchment. He was like a good book, one that the ladies never wanted to put down. Heheheh. Well, not it was his time.
The large blue braced himself in the sky and allowed himself to collide roughly with the female, enduring the raking claws on his chest and belly. It was nothing. He allowed his own claws to sink into her green hide as he grasped hold of her, and claimed her as his. She was HIS now.
Unlike his dragon, H’to wasn’t really expecting the collision. He faltered backwards slightly, but regained his stance and grabbed hold of the woman. His mind still fogged with the thoughts from Lanith, he pressed himself to the woman, a purring-rumble of pleasure as both he and Lanith claimed their prize.
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Post by simile on Nov 14, 2011 16:09:26 GMT -5
Ooohhh... It hurt, but she was pleased. My Lanith. My strong King. She crooned softly, her wily desire to harm and maim dying into a tenderness and love as she crooned and nuzzled him, going still as he twined himself with her. Oh yes. It had been a bloody flight. She loved it. She loved they they bled for her. She didn't care if she was bleeding not at all. It was wonderful. This pain was worth the trouble. It had easily weeded out any competition. Clearly he was the most deserving. Clearly he was the strongest. And now he was hers. At least for now. She gently nipped at his blue hide, not hard enough to cause real damage, but perhaps a prick of pain. She nuzzled him again, allowing their wings to carry them. Oh yes. This had been a good flight.
Cassondra struggled briefly... but soon gave in, attempting to press closer to him, her lips scrabbling to meet with his. The pains were forgotten. Her thoughts were her dragons... but they would come back down to land in their own time. Just as she would soon find herself in the arms of another man in her own time. But for now... things faded into something else for her...
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