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Post by Franny on Aug 3, 2009 18:02:11 GMT -5
Malaracyth was glowing. Kelyna knew that Malaracyth was due to fly soon, but at the moment she was slightly tired and wanted food. She hadn't slept very well that night. After breaking her fast, she went back to Malaracyth, to take her out to feed, but Malaracyth was waking, and she was waking in strong hunger.
Kelyna knew that it was Malaracyth's time for another flight with the veracious hunger that Malaracyth felt.
Malaracyth was at the feeding grounds very quickly, but since it was Malaracyth's 3rd flight, she wasn't as hard to control, though Kelyna still had to use her will to force Malaracyth to only blood not kill, but after that Malaracyth blooded.
After throwing her fourth blooded beast away from her, Malaracyth issued out a challenge to the best males in the weyr.
She screamed out her challenge again and then she was off into the air, flying as fast as she could and and flying up as high as she could.
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Post by shadowreine on Aug 3, 2009 21:52:18 GMT -5
There was no way, no way Kylith would not chase his mate, and if there was any advantage to being known to the queen, then he would take it!
The great bronze swooped to the feeding grounds almost as soon as his queen did, attuned to her moods as only one who knew her so well could be. His muzzle was rapidly stained with blood, the carnage growing as the other larger males joined him. Then, she was airborne, her challenge becoming the only sound that would, could register.
His vision tunneled down to her, only her, and his wings swept up and then down as he launched after her. She had a headstart, a slight one, as was proper.
The queen was *supposed* to get ahead.
C'lyn did not have far to go, for he had been in his office, having just finished his own breakfast. Hides were set aside, and he crossed the short distance to Kelyna's sleeping chamber quickly.
His dragon losing did not even enter into his thoughts...he did not allow it to do so. Losing the leadership, he could live with. Losing Kelyna..oh, that would hurt. Faranth, he wanted that woman even when the dragons were not involved. When they were...it was sweet pain to hold himself back from her.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 4, 2009 14:47:25 GMT -5
Tombath would have been amused, if he’d had a thought to spare, that Uu’ian had not yet worked out what Tombath had in mind. Naturally it was his intent to chase Malaracyth, with no regard for any objection that his rider might raise. It mattered not that Malaracyth was Tombath’s dam, nor that he would be competing, at the very least, with his sire, neither did it enter the bronze’s thought for one moment that Uu’ian would not be pleased by Tombath’s participation. Tombath was not much for thinking in such ways.
So when Malaracyth’s brightly glowing form took to the sky, Tombath followed. His instinct had driven the young bronze to blood early, so he remained aloft, alert, kiting lazily above the feeding grounds.
Uu’ian had been doing not very much in new and creative ways, one of his most favoured activities, and he had been totally blindsided by Tombath’s joining Malaracyth’s Flight, and indeed by the Flight itself, he’d never thought to keep an eye to the many queens. Now he dearly regretted that neglect as Tombath’s unconscious urging dragged him through the weyr. Conflicting emotions, both his and Tombath’s, flitted across the young bronzerider’s face, most prime among them desire and fear. No one could fail to guess which emotion was the dragon’s, and which the rider’s.
For a moment Tombath hesitated midair, allowing other males to pass him as their queen took off again. He growled softly, shook his head and ignored any further stray emotion from his chosen. This was too important.
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Post by Franny on Aug 16, 2009 22:38:42 GMT -5
Malaracyth cryed out her chllange once more at the pursuers, hoping for more and yet feeling gracious to those who had answered her call immediatly. The others were slow.
Malaracyth was flying toward the inland but she didn't care to go inland anymore so she quickly dove under her pursuers and went the other direction, toward the ocean. She liked the breezes that came off the ocean. The updrafts would help keep her from tiring and would keep her from her persuers. She reveled in the flight.
Kelyna also reveled in the feel of flight with her dragon, nothing was greater than being one with your dragon in flight.
(I am poed with my computer and internet. I lost what I had been typing and so then I shut the computer off because the dang thing was being mooody and not wanting to be as fast as I wanted it to. [it might partly be my fault that the computer lost the post because I was already miffed at it]. So, instead of pretty post of yesterday, you have short post of today. People can still join in the flight. If you don't have a bronze or a brown to fly, Cherryberry's bronze is available to play. Also, the bronze spy that flew Bookworm's Ebony Renth available for anyone to use. )
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Post by shadowreine on Aug 16, 2009 23:13:35 GMT -5
Kylith flew. The wind caught him, it lifted his wings, and there was nothing and nobody that would get in his way.
The other suitors were ignored, dismissed. They were unimportant and there was no way they could, would, take her from him. She was the *queen*. She was his heart, his love, his mate, and she would not choose another. That possibility did not even exist in his mind...such as it was, for what reason a dragon has flees at such moments.
Flees too from the rider, looking at his mate, looking at the mother of his child. Wanting her, knowing he might lose her...but no. No, he would not. She was *his* and no other man would take her. How could she possibly even think about wanting anyone else, and the wind was under his wings and it carried him. The ocean was brilliant beneath them, the sky azure above. The flight would end, the moment would pass, but for now there was nothing but wind beneath dragon wings.
Nothing but her.
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Post by Bookworm on Aug 29, 2009 17:15:40 GMT -5
F'mar and Antagyth had been outside of the Weyr on a sweep ride. When they returned, both sides of the pair knew instantly what was going on. Antagyth bugled, pulling into a steep dive and almost pushing his rider off his back. F'mar stood in the weyrbowl, dazed, as the bronze launched himself after Malacryth.
Malacryth! I am sorry I am late, but I will fly my best![/color] Antagyth cried, beating his wings hard to keep up with the others. F'mar shook his head and walked to Kelyna's weyr. He nodded briefly at the other riders within, but then the emotions started to take over.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 10, 2009 15:58:48 GMT -5
Tombath rumbled as Malaracyth dropped and vanished beneath her admirers. Tricky queen, if they really wanted to admire her closely, they’d have to follow. Tombath turned on a wingtip, though his wingspan made for a large turning circle, and flew back along his previous course as long as if followed his queen’s. He paid no mind to the lack of dragons in the sky, their loss, he figured, if they weren’t good enough to take to the sky after their queen.
Uu’ian pressed his body against the wall, body language singularly at odds with his expression, which held nothing more or less than avid desire for his beautiful golden queen. The small scared part of him that was truly Uu’ian still flinched away from everything his dragon was pouring onto him, though Tombath’s instinct were coming out top in that internal battle.
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Post by Franny on Sept 10, 2009 21:06:50 GMT -5
Malaracyth snorted, Antagyth was late! He should have known when she was to fly, but then again, he had been doing sweep rides, and he had apoligized, but at least it was not meant as an insult to her.
Beautiful, powerful, Kilith also flew well after her, but would he last this time. She loved to have him pursue her, as a test, to all the bronzes, to see who could keep up with HER. Kilith always had.
Tombath had managed to turn fairly quickly, but she was not sure about the young bronze. The young bronze seemed unsure, yet if he kept up, then he was always a competitor. Young bronzes didn't always have the stamina of older bronzes like Kilith and Antagyth. She would see.
Kelyna carred no more about wanting only C'lyn. Now all that mattered was the air under Malracyth/Kelyna's wings, and out flying her pursuers, though few they were. She was Malaracyth and she was amazing. She had a young pursuer, Tombath, and two elder pursuers, Antagythand Kilith.
She was heading toward the sea allowing the bornzes to become level behind her when she hit an updraft and rode it higher into the sky. She loved the feel of the breethe upon her wings and the feeling of freedom as she flew away from the bronzes following her. She was Malaracyth and she was the greatest queen to ever live! They should be happy that she even gave them the privelage of being allowed to chase her.
Yet, at the same time, she knew what her followers were doing, and she delighted in their beautiful flashing hides that gleamed under the sun. But, these were only things going within the back of her mind, for within the back of her mind, she was sorting through her followers, trying to decide who to pick. In the front of her mind, the only thought was to fly high, and far, and fast. She made a large swooping turn to take her along close to the shore.
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 10, 2009 23:28:39 GMT -5
The possibility of losing did not enter into Kilith's mind. She was his mate, his love, nothing short of the most terrible ill fortune could separate them.
He knew her, oh, how he knew how this gold flew, and as she turned, he turned inside her, shaving time, getting closer to her.
Closer to her brilliance, closer to the prize. Had he not sired her two good clutches, two strong clutches, with special dragons who now rose in Allride's wings? Did he not love her?
Was he not the best, the strongest...and his strength was as much of loyalty as of passion, yet as much of desire as of flesh and blood...flesh and blood that began to burn, to glow within him to match the glow of golden hide. His wingshoulders, they ached, yet he would not give up.
He would keep up with her...she could not lose him, for she never had before, and this moment, through his rider's memory, became every moment of every chase. The chase itself, ah, that was something, but its ending.
She could not choose anyone else. Surely? Surely not?
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 14, 2009 11:34:50 GMT -5
Tombath flew, ignoring the scared voice in the back of his mind, it made no sense, and it said nothing important, nothing that would help him. Resolutely he ignored it, concentrating on his wingstrokes, the air around him, the bright gleam of Malaracyth ahead of him.
Just ignore it; it would go away, eventually, he hoped.
She took them out all the way to the ocean, Tombath thought his queen looked quite striking against the blue backdrop, but he was ever a vain creature and perhaps a little too intent on looks alone, because he overshot Malaracyth’s sudden rise.
Tombath rolled, flipped, and caught a different thermal to assist him in gaining height, not Malaracyth’s, that would be… rude, and tried to look like he’d planned the whole thing as a display for her attention.
See, he was wonderful, she should choose him. She should!
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Post by Franny on Sept 14, 2009 23:00:27 GMT -5
Two beautiful and stong bronzes still flew after her, but for some reason Antagyth had fallen back. She left him out of her count.
Tombath was desperatly trying to win her and Kilith was her previous mate. Tombath was young, and Kilith was proven and her beloved. Actually, it was her love of Kilith and Kelyna's of C'lyn that alowed her in the direction of Kilith.
Still riding the draft she allowed herself to fall back and to be caught by Kilith. As they twined necks, Kelyna went for C'lyn...
(failpost)
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 14, 2009 23:46:02 GMT -5
And, once more, C'lyn claimed his love, his mate, as the dragons fell together in the sky, strong bronze wings flowing out to support them.
There was nothing but the two of them, the failed suitors forgotten, and that was as it was supposed to be. Nothing was going to come between C'lyn and Kelyna, not the wind, not the dragons...for their dragons, after all, were their hearts.
(double fail post)
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