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Post by Kit on Aug 23, 2010 23:22:33 GMT -5
It was evening. Rukbat was painting the western sky with fiery hues as it descended towards nightfall. Cybele sat at her desk, feeling oddly out of sorts as she looked over the hides detailing the various injuries sustained in the rescue of G'rett. It was a mess, to be frank, and it required her attention but she found she couldn't concentrate and this only made her more frustrated. She dropped the hides on her desk with a grumble and set in her chin in her hand. Then she seemed to have a thought and, standing abruptly, she strode quickly to the ledge where Chandrath was sleeping.
Though the Queen was still deeply asleep, there was no mistaking the change in color. The Weyrwoman uttered a soft curse and practically ran to her desk, calling Argent to her with a wave of her left hand as she scribbled a note to G'fal with her right. The weyrling dragons must be drugged at once. After tying the scrap of hide to her firelizard's leg, she firmly imprinted the image of G'fal in Argent's mind. "Tell him it must be now." The silver disappeared with a cheep. Then the Weyrwoman began cleaning furiously...it would be terribly embarrassing to have every bronzerider in her weyr when it was a mess. But in a half-candlemark, it was as clean as she could make it on short notice. She went back out on the ledge and stood beside Chandrath, resting her hand on the golden head and hoping the weyrling dragons would be all right.
Very suddenly, the Queen stirred, and Cybele stood back just before the golden head snapped up, the eyes red and wild. Raw fury burned down their link and Cybele steeled her mind against it. The Gold launched herself from the ledge with brutal force and roared towards the feeding grounded with the deadly accuracy of a loosed arrow. One by one, bronze began to follow, bugling and roaring. Chandrath ignored them, stooping upon a huge buck with enough force to nearly tear it in half.
Blood it only. Cybele told her, her mindvoice steely. The Senior Queen's defiance was short-lived. A part of her remembered this ritual and she was no match for her rider in a battle of will. The sucked greedily at the throat of the beast, ignoring the crowd of bronzes and browns encircling her.
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Post by sorra on Aug 24, 2010 8:13:43 GMT -5
G'fal was just checking on the all the weyrlings when little Argent appeared. He was surprised to see the flit, but his eyes widened when he read the note. He knew the flight would be happening soon, but he still wasn't real crazy about the idea of drugging the dragonets. It had worked with Artemeth and Quindara. He just hoped it would for the others too.
The Weyrling Master got to work, knowing the flight would be any time and he had no time to lose. He could feel Treoth stirring in the back of his mind, but he couldn't afford to let his dragon chase. The brown would never out last the bronzes anyhow. But G'fal's first concern was the weyrlings and making sure they were safe. Their riders would be confused and G'fal didn't want any causalities.
T'tarel sat in his weyr nursing a sore shoulder. He thankfully hadn't been injured while helping with G'rett's rescue except for his wrenched shoulder. That he could handle though. He could at least still maneuver without any problems.
She rises! Relotih called suddenly, jumping to his feet excitedly.
The bronze rider was nearly knocked out of his chair by the sudden surge of emotions. He didn't have to be told who was rising. They had all known Chandrath would be rising soon. T'tarel dropped the cloth he had been holding on his shoulder and grabbed up his shirt. He was just heading toward the Weyrwoman's weyr as Reloith bugled happily, watching Chandrath closely. The younger bronze nearly bouncing in place as he waited for Chandrath to rise.
T'tarel stepped into the Weyrwoman's weyr and bowed politely to her before leaning against the wall. He hadn't let himself get totally lost yet. Once the flight started that would be a totally different matter. He'd help Reloith as much as he could.
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Post by Kendrall on Aug 24, 2010 11:00:03 GMT -5
G'rett was still resting in the Infirmary after his ordeal. He now sported two cracked ribs along with several cuts at the hands of the enemy, most of their numbers now absorbed into the Riders' ranks at Nova. The nightmares still haunted him, of crash-landing during that sandstorm only to regain consciousness in an unfamiliar place. G'rett later learned he had been drugged, effectively preventing Coth from getting a message back to Nova for help...and his faithful companion was more or less forced to breed with an unknown Red. Now that he'd gotten his rank back, the Wingleader was furious both he and his Bronze had been held hostage by a madman who called himself "Lord K'ain", a man whom brought his entire Wing forward from two hundred fifty turns in the past. K'ain had kept his people in the shadows for twenty turns, raiding South Sands and various caravans to eke out a survival in the harsh climate of the South Polar Region. They'd taken shelter inside an nearly-extinct volcano, a weyr completely sealed off from the elements with the exception of a passage large enough to permit entry. The volcano wasn't quite active enough to be a serious threat to the environment, but still produced enough heat and steam to provide warmth for its occupants.
He didn't have much else to do, so in between his therapy sessions G'rett decided he would so some reading. What he found was interesting: there were some old surviving records from those who escaped the destruction of the Northern Continent, and one of those logs contained an eyewitness report of an entire Wing of dragons vanishing between, never to be seen or heard from again and presumed lost. That entire Wing, G'rett read, was from the old Benden Weyr, and was led by a man named K'ain. Either K'ain knew how to time and wanted to avoid the Devastation, or it was purely by accident. But they still managed to come this far forward. No wonder the man was insane. K'ain had been the son of a Lord Holder, and his entire family had been lost. Hence the reason why he gave himself the title.
There had been some opposition to bringing in the rebels on both sides, but it was eventually understood that both groups needed each other to survive. Once Nova's ranks were sufficient, and that Red Coth had Flown produced the silver K'ain wanted, there was no telling what future plans would be made. Perhaps Cybele will suggest a group of us will go and re-take that weyr in the South Polar Region. Personally, I'd rather stay here or re-settle Ista.
Coth, meanwhile, had been healing nicely. The Bronze did suffer some minor injuries, but thankfully the torn membranes of his wings were now healed enough for him to fly under his own power again. His tail flicked back and forth, a rare sign the majestic dragon was impatient...and with good reason.
Chandrath Rises! G'rett, I shall give Chase![/i] With a triumphant bugle, Coth rose to his feet and quickly took to the air. His momentum would be a bit slower than the other males competing for the lovely Queen, and the dragon vowed to take advantage of every thermal and wind current possible. Coth! Wait! G'rett tried to protest, knowing his Bronze wouldn't be up for the task, but it was no use. Shard it, Coth! Blood your kill! The lust was rising in him now, and in spite of the pain and stiffness the Wingleader managed to make his way towards the Weyrwoman's private quarters. He tried to keep himself from wincing. "Lady Cybele," he said, bowing to her.
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Post by fellis on Aug 24, 2010 17:30:51 GMT -5
M'lym was nursing a broken hand, the worst of his injuries from G'rett's rescue. He knew he was lucky that nothing worse had befallen him, but the injury was a huge bother. It was very hard to tie straps with only one hand. He couldn't wait until it was healed. He was constantly frustrated and he hated having to admit that he needed help a lot of the time. He was grateful for E'lon, as his son had been helping him a lot without making a big deal out of it. The green weyrling had just finished helping his father wash Iverasth when E'lon said that G'fal needed all the weyrlings in the barracks. M'lym knew what that meant, and Iverasth's irritability during his bath made sense now.
E'lon hurried off with a "good luck," leaving M'lym to wait for the big event to happen. M'lym wasn't sure if he agreed with drugging the weyrlings. What if one of them didn't wake up? Humans sometimes got addicted to the drugs, so it could happen with dragons too. It just seemed silly...couldn't the weyrlings control their own dragons? The Wingleader was grumpily mulling it over when a golden streak sped across the Weyrbowl.
I Chase![/color] Iverasth told his rider, bugling and launching himself into the air after the Queen.
Obviously, M'lym thought sourly. He disliked Flights, as they caused him to lose control. It wasn't that he didn't fancy the idea of winning this one. He just wished he could skip the process. He headed for Cybele's weyr, bowing as he entered. He glanced at the other two riders, T'tarel and G'rett. Maybe a couple of Brown riders would show up as well, but this pair would be the main competition. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the barrage of emotions that was soon to come.
In the feeding grounds, Iverasth sucked a herdbeast dry. Licking the blood from his muzzle, he fixed his whirling gaze on the two other bronzes. Reloith was bouncing about like an imbecile hatchling. Coth had recently been injured. Iverasth was confident...but things could still happen. His rider's intelligence tempered his pride, and he was prepared to fight for this Flight. He turned his attention to Chandrath, his eyes locked on her form as he waited for her to take off.
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Post by Jazzeh on Aug 25, 2010 0:55:04 GMT -5
Toniel had tried to keep an eye on Chandrath since Aylinth's flight, knowing that the moment she showed immediate signs of rising, she needed to get her queen out of there. The younger gold might have risen and clutched only a short time ago, but nothing would stop her jealousy if she thought Chandrath was stealing bronzes or browns that should have belonged to her. Perhaps she could even convinced Q'del to bring his Demnoth so she wouldn't have to answer any questions or hear her gold's rants. It never did her any good to remind the young queen that Chandrath was older and the Senior Queen, so the bronzes and browns were hers, not Aylinth's.
She didn't need a firelizard message to tell when Chandrath made her way to the feeding grounds. Aylinth grew highly agitated and when Toniel raced to their weyr, she found the gold's eyes whirling violently red and she was hissing ferociously down at the Weyr Bowl from her ledge. Aylinth! The gold spun around at her rider's insistent warning, snarling at her. Sensing her distress, Leifa appeared and fluttered about her, chittering nervously. Toniel didn't have much time, so she hastily scrawled a note on a piece of hide (Chandrath rises!) and secured it to Leifa's foreleg. She told the red to find Q'del, as it would be useless to calm Aylinth enough to bespeak Demnoth herself.
As Leifa popped between, Toniel ran to the gold, slapping her gently on the forearm to get her attention again. She crawled onto Aylinth's back, not having the time to worry with riding straps. She needed to get her out of here now. If she didn't...she'd hate to think of what would happen. Aylinth pressed off firmly from her ledge and it was only Toniel's firm hand on her mind that kept her from launching downwards towards Chandrath. The pair blinked between to the coast, far away from the Weyr.
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Post by Mik on Aug 25, 2010 9:36:44 GMT -5
Kyanath had been dozing lightly after a good bath and an oiling. He knew that Chandrath was soon to rise and had been eyeing her up the past few days to find his chance, catnapping when he could. A back leg twitched from where it hung over the edge of his ledge, tail flicking to a dragon dream, when Chandrath's bugle resonated throughout the Weyr. The resulting wake turned into an ungraceful scramble of claws digging into stone, wings flapping, and tail swishing for help with balance to find his bearings as his head shot up to alertness. Finding his balance with all four feet spread wide and tail slapped firmly against the ledge's surface, he looked about quickly for the source of the call. Without so much as a warning to his rider, he bugled an answer to the challenge and spun about to leap from his ledge and join the other males blooding kills as close as one would dare to the golden beauty that had just awoken.
V'zee stumbled from a sudden rush of emotion from his bronze as he walked from the infirmary after a fresh bandaging. Kyanath rarely hit him like that which meant the little dragon had been napping at the call of Chandrath. Pausing briefly to sort himself out, he closed his eyes a moment to battle with his bronze. Blood only, Ky. Kyanath rarely caught a gold when he chased, but he put up a good fight until the very end of the flight when he had the extra energy of fresh blood rushing through his system. So, battle of the minds won against his lifemate, the dark haired rider worked his way toward Cybele's weyr to join the others once the dragons took wing.
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Post by Kit on Aug 27, 2010 22:29:06 GMT -5
Q'del was mending a cut to his riding leathers sustained during the rescue operation. He had a matching cut to his skin across his lower ribcage with an accompanying broken rib, a black eye, and various other cuts and bruises. But he counted himself lucky, and the mission had been a success, so he had no complaints. Suddenly he heard the bugles and roars from the feeding grounds and felt his bronze surge to wakefulness.
The Queen Rises! Demnoth's mindvoice was agitated.
You are not to Chase her, Dem. You have Aylinth as your own, and she will be angered if you fly Chandrath. Q'del could almost feel the retort building in the bronze's mind. The mating lust drove away Demnoth's normal cheerful pliable nature. But luckily, Leifa appeared at that moment, with a hastily scrawled note from Toniel.
You see, Aylinth has left the weyr and she wants you to join her. You wouldn't want your mate to fall pray to wild felines would you? Now that wasn't exactly true. It was Toniel who wanted them, but Demnoth need not know that.
No... the bronze replied uncertainly.
Q'del seized the moment. Well, we'd better follow her then. I'm sure Leifa will give us directions. Why don't you ask her? The bronze was momentarily distracted by speaking to the firelizard, for which his rider was eternally grateful. Q'del had no desire to be Weyrleader to Cybele's Weyrwoman. He would prefer not to be Weyrleader at all, but if Toniel became Weyrwoman...well, his love of her was stronger than his hatred of rank. He would fight..or Demnoth would anyway....to stay by her side. It was a shame though, that Aylinth was such a jealous Gold... it would have been nice to spend a Goldflight with Toniel where her dragon was not involved. At least she wanted him around now, he decided with an internal shrug.
He clambered aboard Demnoth as he waited for coordinates from the firelizard. No acrobatic leaping till his ribs were healed and stitched removed. He only hoped that Demnoth was not too muddled by the Flight to take the directions, but the bronze's eyes were only yellow as of yet, not mad-red. But they would leave as soon as they knew where to go, before it was too late.
*****
Meanwhile in the weyrling Barracks, Quindara sat by Artemth's side as the silver was once again drugged. It still seemed wrong somehow, but this time it was a little better since it was happening to all the dragonets. And luckily, the silver seemed to have not even noticed the first time, though she had asked a few troubling questions about memories she had uncovered. But between Quindara and Chandrath, the young Queen had been soothed. It had taken a bit more to soothe Quindara when she had seen the state that G'rett was in, but she was so relieved that he was home and safe that her anger had somewhat cooled. Plus, the an responsible was dead. And the red rider was so young and frightened it was hard to be angry with her. She stroked Artemth's head as the silver began to drift off, half of her watching the Flight from Shadow's eyes.
They had been given cautioned permission to leave the Barracks once the drugs had taken effect, to seek outside partners if they wished, although the younger ones had been strongly advised against it.
M'thos and K'von also sat by their dragons, both extremely nervous. This would be the first time either had been in the weyr during a Goldflight, and frankly they weren't sure they wanted to be. Flightlust was supossed to make you do crazy things...neither were sure that there was anyone in the Brracks..or anyone in the weyr for that matter..that they wanted to spend the Flight with. But would it be worse to be alone?
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Cybele nodded absently to the riders that arrived, only taking note of who they were before turning her attention back to her furious Queen. All of them had good and bad qualities, but it was now up to Chandrath who would lead the Wings into the Pass.
The Gold had drained three herdbeasts of their life's blood, snarling at any males who came too close. But her frenzied eating had slowed and the luminous qualities of her skin had increased. Raising her blood-streaked muzzled to the sky, she sprang upward before the males could react, shooting towards the heavens on a well-judged thermal. Cybele flew with her, linked mind and body, her awareness of the stone confines of her weyr diminishing to a dream-like quality.
Towards darkening sky they raced, their only thought was to fly high and far, away from those puny males. None of them were worthy of her. If she had to choose one, they would have to work for it as they never had before. Once the air had turned cold and thin, Chandrath hovered for a moment. Catch me if you dare! she said to the males mockingly, roaring triumph before darting towards the earth again in a dizzying free fall. The exhilaration made Cybele's heart flutter in her chest.
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Post by sorra on Aug 28, 2010 8:27:03 GMT -5
Freyath was sleeping soundly. She hadn't caused any fuss when she had been drugged, but Calyssa didn't like it. The young weyrling stayed huddled with her dragon. She knew they could find outside partners, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to leave her dragon long enough to do that. Although that might change as the Flight progressed. Storm was chittering softly beside her, not sure what was going on.
Meanwhile, Belenoth still seemed to be twitching even though he was asleep. S'tex shook his head. He could see his bronze was going be a handful. Even after a couple sevendays the bronze was still very fidgety and boisterous. S'tex looked around the Barracks, wondering how everyone else was holding up.
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T'tarel closed his eyes and linked with his bronze. He knew from here on out there wasn't much he could do except encourage his bronze to keep going. He was of a mixed mind. He liked Cybele a lot and definitely wouldn't mind getting to know her better. The time they had spent together during the Feast had been fun, but he wasn't sure if she would want such a young Weyrleader. Oh, well, he'd just see what happened. He'd do his best if Chandrath did choose Reloith.
Reloith was watching Chandrath intently, his bouncing forgotten as he polished off a second herdbeast while he waited. The bronze bugled as Chandrath took to the sky. With a leap and flap of his mighty wings he sprang after the glowing gold.
Fly high, beautiful gem. No one can out fly you! But I shall try if you will allow me to. the bronze crooned, angling his wings to catch a thermal to hopefully get closer.
T'tarel's heart nearly dropped to his feet as Reloith folded his wings to chase Chandrath. The bronze may have been young, but he had been in a few Flights before. He knew not to get too close yet, but the gold wasn't done yet.
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Post by Jazzeh on Aug 29, 2010 11:47:31 GMT -5
Toniel and Aylinth settled in a cove beach, the gold's agitated landing softened by the slightly damp sand. She snorted and pawed at the sand, but the woman watched as the red faded from her eyes, shifting to yellow, green, and finally to a soft sea-blue. She sighed in relief and slid off the orangey-gold back. Automatically her eyes were directed towards the skies, waiting for Q'del and Demnoth to appear. That moment before he had left to go to the far south to do battle had stirred up some interesting feelings. She supposed, though, that it had actually started at the Hatching Feast when she'd seen him go down and then after the altercation when she'd spent the night watching over him in his weyr. It gave her a lot to think about, such as the possibility that she felt some kind of affection for Q'del. She really couldn't deny it any longer.
Leifa chirped excitedly at the bronze, her youthful exuberance quite evident in her demeanor. She passed on a clear image of where Toniel had said she was going, trying very hard to preserve all the details she'd been given. There were waves crashing on the beach and a set of high cliffs arranged in a sort of flattened semi-circle beyond the expanse of beach. She chirped questioningly at the bronze to see if he had the image and received confirmation. She settled herself on Q'del's shoulder and looped her tail around his neck to maintain her hold.
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Post by Mik on Aug 30, 2010 9:29:23 GMT -5
V'zee had managed Cybele's weyr just in time, for his little bronze's mounting desires were nearing their breaking point. He gazed at Cybele in a reflection of his dragon's gaze toward hers until the flight began where he gave himself fully to his dragon to enjoy the flight. Icy eyes closing as Kyanath took wing after Chandrath and from there on, it would be Kyanath's will, not his own.
Kyanath watched intently after draining only one herdbeast. He was among the smaller of the males, but he had every intention to give this chase his all. The glowing Chandrath was his sole desire at the moment. When she raised her head, he crooned softly and noted the bunching of her muscles before she shot skyward. The quick little bronze leapt to the air after her with a merry bugle. This was the fun part!
Upward he flew, wings beating hard and fast to get himself higher along a thermal after the golden beauty, heeding the other males only enough to keep from bumping into any of them. He had no sooner made it close with the others all about that she dove toward the ground again. Without missing a beat of his wings, he spun outward from the other males and turned tail after the diving gold. I dare, oh beautiful Chandrath! he called after her as he raced in a long barrel roll after her, wings tucked tight enough to gain speed with every turn of his burnished body.
Far below, V'zee felt the rush of his dragon's acrobatics, feet stood apart to keep himself from falling victim to the spinning at such a speed, not daring to open his eyes until this dive was over. This was something new that his bronze was trying and it felt wonderful.
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Post by Kendrall on Sept 1, 2010 18:54:00 GMT -5
Coth narrowed his eyes when Chandrath drained the blood from her final kill, then took off to the air. Snatching a hapless herdbeast in a swoop-and-grab maneuver, the mighty Bronze drank deep from his victim's lifeforce, tiny specklets of blood staining his muzzle before discarding the corpse, letting it fall freely to the ground. His eyes were now shot through with red, rising a short distance behind his competition until he spotted Chandrath hover for a moment, roaring her challenge before freefalling towards the ground; Reloith, Iverasth, and Kyanath weren't far behind the Gold Queen, but were still rising in her wake.
Only Coth wasn't quite as high, and no sooner did Chandrath start her freefall did the Bronze fold in his wings and dove after her. Kyanath, arguably the smallest of the males giving Chase, spun outward only to go into a barrel roll, trying to pick up speed. Coth snorted, knowing it wouldn't be so much as quickness but simply outflying and outsmarting the Queen to catch her. He trumpeted to her. I shall chase you from here to the ends of this world, my Queen![/b][/i] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chiath's eyes swirled with red, his entire body tense and alert. Chandrath Rises![/i] Without warning, the Brown leapt up on all fours, and charged off the ledge and spread his wings, letting the membranes fill and giving him a boost of speed. He was one of the larger Browns, and therefore could easily compete with the Bronzes for a prize like Chandrath. Taking to the air, he quickly joined in the pursuit, crooning sweetly to the senior Queen.
B'ren felt a familiar sensation hit his body, and he groaned. This wasn't going to sit well with Tanly, having Chiath Chase another female other than Cadalayith. Still, he knew his Brown wasn't going to just sit by idly and do nothing. Not with a Gold up for grabs. Feeling a certain muscle start to tense and throb, the reddish-brown-haired scoundrel made his way towards Cybele's Weyr and gave her a lustful look. "My lovely Weyrwoman, you look even more beautiful than ever."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- J'sen could only watch as his bonded, Amonth, slowly drifted off to sleep. It didn't feel right, having to do this to the Bronze. But he understood why. They weren't able to get all of the Weyrlings out in time, and it hadn't been very long since Wingleader G'rett was found to be alive, although it turned out he and his Bronze Coth were behind held hostage by unknown forces. Rogue dragonriders, to be exact, having come forward from the past. The young sailor shivered. He wasn't sure how to deal with all this, and now that the Weyrwoman's Gold was Rising only made matters worse. Misty, too, chittered her concern to her pet, then sent a mental image of Calyssa and Storm. The tiny queen was wondering how they were holding up, and it was obvious she wanted to go see them.
J'sen said nothing, but could only sigh and walk out towards the small lake. Misty, however, disappeared between and re-appeared a few inches in front of Calyssa and Storm, and trilled at them before sending a mental image of her pet out by the lake.
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Post by fellis on Sept 2, 2010 18:48:33 GMT -5
Iverasth tensed, his gaze trained on Chandrath with fierce attention. Suddenly she burst into the air, and Iverasth leaped after her. He wasn't the first male in the air, but with a few steady beats of his wings, he pulled level with the others. Iverasth felt the lust and desire just as strongly as the others, but he wanted to remain fairly calm for now. He and M'lym had chased in many Flights together, and the bronze knew to rely on his rider's cool sense of logic as well as his own strength and speed.
Now he tested the air, feeling the warmth not far away. He slid to the side, catching the thermal and shooting upwards, allowing himself to rest for a few precious moments as he began to catch up to Chandrath. He forced himself to moderate his wingbeats, not going too fast yet. He needed to fly steady and preserve his strength now during the arduous climb, so he would have plenty of energy left at the end.
He could feel the air begin to thin and he faltered, knowing that Chandrath would not keep going for long here. He allowed himself to fall behind the other males a little bit, just a few dragonlenghts. Sure enough, Chandrath dove. Iversath hesitated, then pulled into a shallow, controlled dive before pulling up above Chandrath. He didn't want to dive as low as she did, because when it came to dragons, what went down...must come up.
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E'lon watched Danuth fall asleep, then decided to go into the weyrbowl. It wasn't the first time he had experienced Flight lust, but he was older and more mature now. And a Greenrider. E'lon wanted to do some things before Danuth grew up and had her first Flight, and now might be the ideal opportunity. He wandered towards the kitchen, expecting that some people would be there drinking wine, ripe for the picking.
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Post by Kit on Sept 3, 2010 4:04:22 GMT -5
Demnoth received the images from Lefia and snorted, clawing gashes in the stone of his ledge. I know where to go.
"Thank you, Leifa," Q'del said with relief as the red firelizard settled on his shoulder. The feelings of the mating flight seemed to thrum in the air and it was starting to affect him. He nudged his bronze. "Lets go, Dem." The bronze surged upwards without reply and they were between before they had cleared the rim.
The air of the cove was like a humid slap in the face after the cold of between, but in some ways it was refreshing to be in clear air, untouched by the mating lust. Q'del breathed deep and took Demnoth down in a slow spiral so the bronze could calm down. By the time they touched down in the sand, Demnoth was his cheerful self again. Q'del slid down the side of his dragon and shrugged off his riding jacket before walking over to Toniel.
"We got your note only just in time. Thank you, I was glad to have a reason to tell Demnoth for leaving the weyr."
Hello Aylinth. This is a nice place you picked. Demnoth said as he walked forward to touch noses with the Queen.
Q'del smiled at Toniel as he reached her. "This is quite a lovely place. Its good to be away from the weyr." Now that his mind was clear again, he wondered why it was that Toniel had invited him. Could it be that she did truly have feelings for him? If so, he didn't have any idea what to do next.
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The Queen continued her descent long beyond what many would have considered the point of danger. Even tied as she was to Chandrath, Cybele knew her eyes widened with fear. But the Queen was only testing the daring of her suitors. Would they do whatever it took? At the last minute, she pulled up, giving herself the luxury of looking back at them. They were mostly a canny lot, she would have to be a little more creative.
With her newfound speed she skimmed the surface of the weyr lake with terrifying rapidity. Then suddenly, with almost no forethought, she stopped completely before darting upwards again and looping behind until she was chasing most of her pursuers. She watched the ensuing chaos with amusement and then began another ascent on a series of thermals, still peering down at the males. Her fury had already ebbed and now the simple joy of flight was taking hold. She would dance for them, and if they were worthy they would show her what they were made of.
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Back in the weyrling barracks, Quindara laid back in her cot, watching the Flight behind her closed eyes. It was good to have such a keenly observant firelizard. And the Flight was entertaining. Chandrath was cannier than the weyrling had expected. She glanced over at her sleeping silver, wondering what Artemth maiden Flight would be like. Coth had better win it she thought with an internl growl. And she hoped he lost this one. If G'rett was Weyrleader, that would make thinbgs difficult. Besides all that he was very young for such a role. Many of the older riders would probably be upset.
M'thos made sure once again that Sylvanuth was still breathing and then stood u abruptly, his voice unsteady. "I think...Im going to go get a drink...or something." K'von nodded mutely. He too had begun to feel a restless feeling in his blood. M'thos made his way out of the Barracks with a determined stride and decided to go to the kitchens...he felt hungry...or something.
After a few moments, K'von got up as well. At first he had no destination, but his feet quickly brought him to the lake. There, he quickly pulled off his tunic and sandals and swam out into the lake's center. The cool water was soothing, and it was actually a good place to view the Flight from. It was breathtaking.
Meanwhile, Arktos had now made sure all the Candidateswere settled, either off in the weyr proper for some of their own debauchery or they had been sent out of the weyr on a few willing greens and blues. He made his way back to his own quarters/office, feeling the flight beginning to pulse in his own veins. But with any luck, Kiyoni would be waiting for him.
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Post by sorra on Sept 3, 2010 8:27:17 GMT -5
Reloith watched Chandrath closely. The queen was tricky. There was no doubt there. Although the bronze was glad to see that she wasn't one to give up easily. It would mean a better clutch that way. He snorted as she dove lower. The bronze followed her dive. He wasn't as small as Kyanath, but he'd try his hardest. Reloith managed to pull up a few seconds before Chandrath did, not wanting to crash into the ground.
The bronze angled his wings to wait and see what she did next. He followed her across the water, his tail and wingtips touching the water. Reloith looked up and around as Chandrath stopped and then shot skyward. It only took the bronze a few seconds to realize what had happened as he caught a thermal to go high again, not wanting to lose the gold. He spun on his tail to get the glowing gold in his sight again. You fly well, lovely queen. Very tricky, the bronze crooned. He liked that about her. She was a smart, canny gold.
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Storm chittered happily when Misty appeared. Calyssa jumped a little but smiled at the little queen. Her face flushed when she received J'sen's image, but got up without a second thought. She had to get away. Clear her mind. The young red rider headed for the lake with Storm on her shoulder.
S'tex was getting restless. The flight was getting to as was Belenoth's restlessness. The young man finally got up and headed for the Dining Cavern. Anything to get his mind off things.
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Kiyoni had headed for Arktos' and her weyr as soon as Chandrath had called her challenge. The green rider knew how powerful flights were and didn't want to get caught outside of her weyr and without Arktos.
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Randy made herself busy around the weyr. She had left Ranvik at the creche. She didn't know if Kyanath would be able to catch the gold or not, but Randy wouldn't be able to settle down until V'zee was back with her. Ransk watched her handler quietly. She had seen her handler like this before and wasn't worried.
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Tanly frowned when she saw Chiath. Of course there was no reason why the brown shouldn't chase. It was a gold flight and Tanly couldn't fault him for chasing. So, instead the green rider went back to their weyr and curled up on the bed with a hide, trying not to think about what was going on.
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Post by fellis on Sept 3, 2010 9:35:13 GMT -5
Iverasth watched as Chandrath continued to dive, almost looking like she would hit the ground. He circled above anxiously, for a moment feeling a pang of worry for the Queen. But, of course, she was smart enough to know when to stop. He gave a trill of admiration as she looked back, letting her know how impressed he was by her graceful maneuvers.
As they skimmed over the lake, he was still slightly above the others. Iverasth watched their reflections in the calm water--Gold, bronze, and brown forming bright patches on the surface. Suddenly the reflection moved, and Iverasth realized that Chandrath was flying upward, directly towards the males. Iverasth swerved to the side to avoid a collision, but he could swear that he almost felt the brush of her wing. Maybe it was just his imagination.
Wait, she wasn't supposed to be following them! With a snort at his own blunder, Iverasth twirled around--well, as much as a bronze could "twirl" and faced in the right direction again. He felt for a thermal and rose up, still in hot pursuit of the Gold.
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E'lon served himself a glass of wine from the skin that had graciously been laid out by the cook. He took a long sip, letting the warm feeling settle into his stomach and warm his already restless limbs. Turning, he caught sight of M'thos, a blue weyrling. "Hey there M'thos..." he said, smiling at the blonde boy. His voice was slightly husky with unintentional flirtatiousness. He blushed, wondering if it was the right decision to leave the barracks.
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