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Post by Franny on Oct 10, 2008 18:23:07 GMT -5
Levra new that Zoeth would fly soon, even though she had been denying it to herself. She had seen the glowing color but she pretended like it was just good health, until the day that Zoeth rose.
As soon as Zoeth rose, Levra went running to the flight room, slightly shocked. Why did her dragon have to be the first green to rise?
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Oct 11, 2008 12:46:30 GMT -5
‘That’s not funny Kismet!’ D’tini lunged after his firelizard as Kismet scuttled under the bed with a bright sthingy clamped in his jaws. D’tini muttered a few choice phrases and knelt on the floor to peer under the cot after his fugitive flitter. ‘Kismet that is not yours and you can’t go and give it to some green.’ He mumbled as he ducked his head under the edge of the bed and reached out to try and grab Kismet, who promptly vanished between.
Zoeth Rises![/color] Fortuth announced, bellowing a challenge so loud that it made D’tini jump and wallop his head on the underside of his bed. The bluerider muttered another creative curse involving a tunnelsnake and extricated himself. Rubbing his head he loped off for the flightrooms. An unwelcome sight awaited him, a girl. A pretty girl she supposed but still not his preferred partner. Then Fortuth’s mind swept D’tini’s concerns aside and made his rider a part of him.
Fortuth leapt deceptively lightly from his favoured sunning ledge into the open sky and drove himself after Zoeth with long strokes of his wings. The normal blue and green shades of his eyes changed to quick whirling purple as Fortuth focused on his target. He was worthy of this lovely green and he would prove it!
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Post by shadowreine on Oct 11, 2008 22:58:58 GMT -5
Zoeth! Bonjouth sent, suddenly into his rider's mind, right as J'tor stepped into the dining room.
What about her?
She's really pretty.
J'tor almost staggered, then he turned and fled the dining hall, scarlet. He could feel that what Bonjouth said overlaid a current of desire. Yes, his dragon had reached sexual maturity alright, and it was Zoeth who was awakening him. Then catch her, you...
He ran for the flight room, looking for Levra. Not that she was exactly who he wanted...except for right now, with Bonjouth's lust flowing through him.
Without any hint of his normal hesitation or fear, the brown leapt skywards. Instinct told him what he must do. Chase her, catch her, entwine her and support her with his wings. Blue and green whirling to purple as brown wings beat in pursuit. Absolutely nothing was in his mind now except Zoeth.
He would have her!
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Post by Bookworm on Oct 14, 2008 15:24:09 GMT -5
Holath was sunning and showing off his glorious bronze hide. The bronze was rather arrogant now that he had graduated. When a bugle rang out, he looked up, hoping to see Haith in the air. Instead, it was Zoeth. Ah, well. Actually, come to think of it, she was a rather pretty green, and he would need practice if he was going to be strong enough to fly a Gold.
I CHASE![/color] the bronze announced, giving a brassy bugle of his own that shook the Weyr. M'lir, who was having a snack in the kitchen, dropped his glass of juice on the ground with a gasp. He was scared, but he had known something like this would happen soon. He ran to find Levra.
Holath crooned as he flew after Zoeth, beating his wings steadily. He barely paid any attention to the blue and brown, confident he could beat those smaller dragons. M'lir ran to the Flight room, his pale face almost entirely crimson.
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Post by Franny on Dec 2, 2008 23:26:29 GMT -5
(sorry for taking so long to post...)
Zoeth screamed her challenge to the males that followed her. She only had three! Well, at least she had the bronze chasing her. Zoeth didn't need to blood, she was a green! Zoeth knew she was awesome. She flung herself higher and higher in a spiral of speed before zooming out of the spiral upward. She was crafty, not content with just speed an hight. She folded her wings and dived downward, and then with a hard thrust out of her wings she stopped herself and folded herself to the right, taking off that way. She was a master of the skies now! She swung backupward and did another sharp turn to th right. She did corkscresw and barrel rolls while flying. She was actually starting to tire...
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Post by shadowreine on Dec 3, 2008 0:35:22 GMT -5
The brown didn't follow her in all of those fancy patterns, but rather just inside them, doing one barrel roll to show, to prove to the green that he could.
Bonjouth flew with all he had, he did not really know what lay at the end, but instinct made him want it, want her. Want to be the one who caught her and twined tails and claimed that sweetness. His wings burned, the air was sharp in his lungs. His tail twitched in readiness, wanting to accept her.
Faranth, she was so beautiful.
J'tor stepped into the flight room, his breath catching at the sight of Levra. "Faranth, so beautiful. So he had never noticed her before, so he would never notice her again. She was, right now, the only woman on Pern.
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Post by Bookworm on Dec 8, 2008 13:23:46 GMT -5
Holath followed Zoeth upwards, strong wingbeats propelling him easily through the air. He was young, strong, and as confident as any bronze. He found keeping up with her easy, but when she started doing tricks, things got more difficult. He followed her dive, snapping his wings out at just the right time, but he soon got confused by her twists and turns. He was too bulky to copy her movements, so he just concentrated on keeping up, never letting her get too far out of reach.
M'lir followed J'tor into the Flight room. The usually shy bronzerider let his eyes boldly roam over Levra's form, a small smile coming to his face. She was magnificent! The lust began to take over, and his thoughts wavered between his dragon's flight and his own self, stuck on the ground.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 12, 2008 6:19:55 GMT -5
Fortuth crooned softly to Zoeth as she danced around the skies in such clever, beautiful patterns, she’d show those big clumsy oafs they weren’t worthy for certain! Bronze and brown were too big, and far to stupid for Zoeth, they couldn’t follow her half as well as he could.
Fortuth twisted his small bright self around the sky as well as Zoeth, or tried to, but he wasn’t content to jus slavishly follow her pattern and soon the blue was improvising his own movements that followed the general direction of Zoeth’s flightpath. Finally satisfied that he’d had shown her he was the finest of males Fortuth side slipped right, rolled the right way up, and resumed the true chase, worn down but optimistic.
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Post by Franny on Dec 17, 2008 15:52:32 GMT -5
Zoeth was starting to tire. She eyed the three males, eliminating the blue just because at the moment, she didn't want any bigger blue to try and out shine her, this was her moment to shine! What was his problem. And he was wearing himself out! She didn't want a worn out blue to be her mate!
And the bronze, she liked size but that poor bronze, it kept fumbling all over, unable to keep track of her. No, she didn't want the bronze, he was trying hard to do her tricks, poor the poor bronze was making a fool out of himself, and she didn't want a fool for a mate!
Then there was the brown, so modest, knowing his limits. He knew better than to try and copy her movements. He knew that he was too big to do the fancy tricks a green could. He did one trick, as if to show her that he could. She liked the way he held his strength for the main part, the part at the end that she knew was coming, even if she didn't know what it was. Instinct told her to pick the least dizzy dragon that had the most strength left. I choose you, Bonjouth! With that, the green dragon allowed the brown to catch her.
Like her dragon before her, Levra allowed herslef to be caught in the arms of J'tor...
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Post by shadowreine on Dec 18, 2008 0:25:10 GMT -5
And twined together, they fell, caught by the brown's strong wings as he claimed his prize, his mate. There was only the green and the sky and the passion. She was his, even if it was only for now, even if it was only for these sweet moments. Now he understood why he chased, why he had to chase. Dragon instinct was all there was...
...and all there was for J'tor as he enwrapped Levra in his arms, knowing only Bonjouth's lust and his own. Knowing only that this was his woman, his mate, the losers no longer existed. Nothing but her and their dragons in the skies above...well, until mornings and awakenings.
And, no doubt, some awkward moments.
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