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Post by Franny on Jul 29, 2008 22:33:38 GMT -5
Kelyna noticed that Malaracth had quite the sheen to her hied, and knowing that this meant Malaracyth would fly soo, Kelyna had taken her daughter Karlyn to the creche where she would be given good care and where she would grow up, quietly.
Kelyna had been finishing eating when Malaracyth woke up. She woke with a fury that made Kelyna very glad she had taken Karlyn to the crech, for Malaracyth was definitely not in a good mood. She wanted food and she wanted it now! Malaracyth headed to the feeding grounds with Kelyna hot on her heels.
Kelyna was just barely there in time. She ordered Malaracyth, Blood Only! Malaracyth shook her head and tried to disobey by slashing the belly, but Kelyna was just barely strong enough to force her not to eat and to only drink the fresh hot blood from the herd beast that she had killed.
Malarcyth went for a second, then a third, and even a fourth and each time it was easier for Kelyna to control Malaracyth, as Malaracyth realized more and more that what she wanted was really blood. Each time though Malaracyth made a show of defiance, if only to make a show. With a final and easy fifth, Malarcyth took to the air, her purple eyes swirling, before any of her bronzes and browns even realized what she was doing. She was off and if those boys wanted her, well they would have to come, and with that she trumpeted, inviting the world of Pern to join her flight.
(OOC: Sorry about being late, the packers and movers are here...)
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Post by shadowreine on Jul 30, 2008 8:15:25 GMT -5
She flies!
And Kilith launched from the lakeshore, still wet from his bath and leaving a damp C'lyn to run for Kelyna's weyr. At least Malaracyth had waited until the weyrwoman had recovered from birthing.
The bronze bugled a challenge to any rivals that dare come after her. The gold was his, his absolutely, his to treasure and cherish. Could she even consider choosing another? Great wings furled as he descended to the feeding grounds. His blooding was quick, certain, controlled, and then he was airborne.
In pursuit in the flight that would determine whether C'lyn would, could continue to lead the Weyr he had helped found. What would Malaracyth ultimately choose?
But C'lyn himself felt those feelings fade away as he rushed to Kelyna's side, overwhelmed in dragonlust.
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Post by Bookworm on Jul 31, 2008 17:26:21 GMT -5
His dragon had been restless, and F'mar was expecting Malacryth to rise any day. He was unsurprised when the Queen's bugle echoed through the Weyr. He almost wished Antagyth would not chase, but it would be impossible for the bronze to ignore the Gold's call.
Antagyth bugled his acceptance of the Gold's challenge, as well as Kilith's. He was perfectly capable of trying to win Malacryth, and no other bronze would stop him! He hovered over the feeding grounds, crooning to his lovely Queen. And then she was off, zooming into the sky. It took Antagyth a second to react, and then he launched himself into the air after her, beating his wings steadily.
F'mar hurried to join the other chasers around Kelyna. He didn't wish to take her from C'lyn, but dragonlust was clouding his mind, and he knew he would want her by the end of the Flight.
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Post by Franny on Aug 31, 2008 8:25:43 GMT -5
Malaracyth flew slow at first, swinging drunkily back and forth in the air, taunting the boys. Then, suddenly without warning she took off, launching herself farther from Pern's ground. She lazily looped around the weyr once before speeding toward the ocean. Then she slowed down, allowing her little followers to catch up to her. She brought herself close to Antagyth, almost close enough to catch before ducking down and under him so that he couldn't catch her. She wasn't ready to be caught yet. She lazily swung around in a wide turn, taunting her pursuers and letting the light of the sun sparkle on her golden hide. She was headed back inland.
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 1, 2008 17:13:55 GMT -5
Kilith was not going to let anyone take his queen, his mate, and he bugled a challenge to Antagyth. How dare Malaracyth even consider another bronze?
He was the best, the strongest, look at the hatchlings he had sired with her.
He kept up easily, using as little energy as he could to do so, great wings catching now-familiar breezes. As angry as he was, he knew he had to bide his time.
But he would catch her. No other was worthy!
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Post by Bookworm on Sept 2, 2008 18:15:24 GMT -5
Antagyth snapped back at Kilith. Malacryth could choose whoever she wanted, and Antagyth definitely thought he was in the running. He believed he was just as strong as Kilith! He followed Malacryth easily around the Weyr, beating his wings steadily and not using too much energy to start with. He clumsily followed her swerving movements, not as graceful as she was, but still able to keep up.
When she darted closer to him, he crooned, his eyes darkening with violet. He reached his neck out to ensnare her, but she dipped under him before he could. Surprised, he faltered for a moment, and then he turned on a wingtip and flew after her again, faster this time.
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Post by Franny on Sept 2, 2008 20:45:39 GMT -5
Malaracyth was enjoying the males snapping behind her. She enjoyed Antagyth's confusion when she almost let him catch her and then she flew off. For fun, she did the same thing to Kilith, knowing that he would expect her to go down. She let herself slow down, like she was tired, let him almost catch her before she took off straight upward and then she arched back down, moving as fast as she could, knowing she had both of the dragons on her tail. She was tiring, she knew it, but she would keep going!
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 8, 2008 14:18:40 GMT -5
And Kilith would not give up, would settle for nothing less than catching his prize. His mate.
-His- gold. There was no question about it in his mind, no room for doubt in the strong bronze's heart...a heart which might break if she chose another. Well, being a dragon, not for long.
He tried to anticipate her, misjudged slightly, caught an air current to get him back with her. His heart ached, his wings burned...even a bronze could struggle keeping up with a gold.
His entire body felt as if it was catching fire, a heat hotter than any firestone. He would have her, and his approach made that plain. Asking, begging her to choose him once more.
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Post by Bookworm on Sept 9, 2008 16:37:58 GMT -5
Antagyth did not fall for the trick this time, but he could see Kilith falter a little. He sped up, ready for Malacryth's final burst speed. He felt so tired, and she must start to feel the burn too. He followed her upward and then down again, pulling level with Kilith, but not ahead. He crooned, entreating her to choose soon, or neither of them would be able to fly anymore.
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Post by Franny on Sept 9, 2008 22:49:23 GMT -5
Without even realizing it, Malaracyth allowed herself to "fall" into Kilith. She just sort of stopped forward movement, feeling tired and just kind of banged into Kilith. With a croon of love she chose him, her love. The flight was long, because of good thermals, but at the end both dragons and riders were very tired, asleep in the queen's weyr together, for a second time.
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