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Post by Lysita on Sept 14, 2010 16:55:48 GMT -5
The day had dawned almost 4 candlemarks ago, yet Kellerth had slept on. The fact had Lysita worrying as she sat on her bed, thinking over the possibilities of what might happen should she become weyrwoman. The young and pale gold didn't seem bothered by her emotions though, as Lysita got the sense she was in a deeper sleep then usual. Faranth, if only the young girl knew what was about to happen.
Kellerth's eyes snapped open, red tinged with purple, as hunger poured into Lysita's mind, almost overwhelming her with its intensity. The girl was on her feet in seconds, picking up a cloak and slinging it round her shoulders as she hurried out onto the ledge.
"Kellerth?" She said the name questioningly, her voice trembling with slight fear. Kellerth's hide was shinier and more golden then normal, almost like she was glowing. Lysita gasped, the enormity of the situation making its realization known.
"Kellerth, you're....you're...." Before she could even finished the young gold had gotten to her feet and launched into the air, her wings lifting her higher as she circled towards the feeding pens. Muud crooned to get Lysita's attention, sending her an image of the feeding pens, telling her to get there and fast. Lysita glance back into her weyr, to where the brown was perched on her headboard, and ran down the stairs into the weyrbowl.
Kellerth swooped down towards the pens, even as Lysita rushed to get closer, and took down a large buck. Teeth slashed through hide like a knife through butter. Blood only Kellerth! Lysita urged through their bond, causing the gold to roar in defiance. blood only or you will not fly high enough or far enough. Lysita urged again, and Kellerth gave in, latching onto the beast's neck and drawing in the energy giving blood.
Doing this a bit differently, I think. I want the males to get there and start bloodling before Kellerth has finished.
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Post by Bookworm on Sept 14, 2010 19:59:00 GMT -5
Antagyth was ready. He had spent too many turns in the shadow of another bronze, unable to claim the golden prize that instinct drove him to desire. Now there would be a new Queen in charge. Antagyth was devastated by the huge losses in the Weyr, but as a dragon, he moved on easily. Today there was new hope in the air.
As soon as Kellerth took to the sky, Antagyth followed. He roared and launched himself out of his weyr, gliding down to the feeding grounds. Kellerth rises! I chase![/color] he informed his rider brusquely. The bronze descended into the feeding grounds, landing on a buck and snapping its back. He quickly blooded it, feeling the energy begin to course through his veins.
F'mar ran to the corral to find Lysita. He went to stand beside the young Goldrider. "Good...don't let her eat," he murmured, watching as she controlled her Queen.
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Another roar echoed through the sky, but this was one of challenge. Renth swung her head back and forth, her eyes glowing red. That little gold has no right to take what belongs to me![/color] she screamed, rearing up.
Maylina's eyes would have glowed red too if they could. She wanted that Weyrwoman position more than anything. Now that baby Goldrider had it. It took great will to mount her dragon and force the Ebony to fly away, so the two Queens would not fight. She knew that Allride needed all the clutching dragons now. That was the only thing that stopped her from allowing Renth to challenge Kellerth.
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Post by Franny on Sept 14, 2010 22:22:51 GMT -5
Ruxth could feel the queen's lust and flew down to blood so he could fly fast after the queen. His rider walked in his calm and collected way to the gold rider's weyr. No emotion was going to make HIM act like a young schoolboy! He entered the weyr of the woman who would become the next senior queen and almost scoffed at the very idea of her leading anything. She was too young to be anything other than a very junior queen rider! Of course, almost all the people at this place were young with emotions that ran high.
He didn't approve of high running emotions. Emotions created enthropy, and disorder bothered him. He couldn't stand disorderly people. At least this weyr observed the old and orderly laws, even if it meant the queen was young. Hopefully a mature and strong man would take weyr leadership and be able to control the youn woman.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 15, 2010 3:44:59 GMT -5
Kellerth Rises. Tunith sounded supremely disinterested in what the younger gold was doing, making Idara wonder, and not for the first time, if there was something wrong with her gold. Shouldn’t she be upset that the younger queen was taking her bronzes?
But Tuinth’s eyes showed nothing but calm blue-green shades as she got to her feet and raised a foreleg for Idara to mount. Perhaps it was only that Tuinth hadn’t Risen herself yet, though that also worried Idara with how old her dragon was. With a firm shake of her head the young queenrider put it out of her mind, Kellereth was nearly as old and only just now Rising, and she and Tuinth should be going.
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Tombath landed outside the feeding pens, the bronze had a habit of blooding early, as if he wanted to avoid the rush, which was just as well with the amount of dragons currently engaged in drastically reducing the herdbeast population. For the moment Tombath just waited, remaining still in a proud pose. It cost him no effort at all to puff out his chest and raise his wings slightly, and if Kellerth should look his way, he wanted to look his best.
Uu’ian tried to shake off feelings of cold dread as he walked through the corridors, he’d come to accept that he was going to get involved with Flights other than Hexeth’s whether he liked it or not, it was just part of having a bronze dragon. Nevertheless if he could have picked out one Flight out of them all for Tombath to sit out, it would have been this one. Of all the things the bronzerider most wanted to avoid in life, the responsible position of weyrleader summed most of them up. However the only thing he could control was how he approached the unwanted opportunity, and that would not be kicking, screaming and throwing a massive tantrum. It would be with sensible measured reluctance.
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Z’mir shook his head and moved his hand for his game marker again, just about to make the move that would end the game and defeat his sister, then dropped his hand again, pushed back his chair, and walked out to the weyrledge to squeeze between the pair of dragons there (there was just enough room for a human to walk out onto Igadoth’s ledge when Zamora and Binagoonganth were visiting) and rested his hand on Igadoth’s shoulder.
Kellerth Rises. I wish to chase her.[/color] Igadoth informed his rider bluntly the silver’s talon, about the only part of the large dragon that could move on the crowded ledge, flexed once against the rock.
Then go. Z’mir responded, turning to go back inside, he’d have to travel through the maze of corridors and stairways the drudges used to get… Where was he supposed to be going? For the life of him he couldn’t recall the relevant lesson.
‘’Mora. Igadoth wants to chase Kellerth, where do I go?’ Z’mir managed to get out over his nerves, explaining why Binagoonganth had come inside, and why, even now, Igadoth was leaving to join the other other males wishing to compete for their queen.
Zamora looked momentarily blindsided, something that only happened once in a blue moon, fortunately her brother was too distracted to notice. ‘Where ever the queenrider is I suppose.’ The feeding pens. Kellerth bloods.[/color] Binagoongath supplied helpfully. We will take your clutchbrother there?[/color] ‘Bina says she’s at the feeding pens. We’ll take you.’
Igadoth’s huge yet whippy form landed neatly in an open space, free of panicking beasts and blooding dragons. The silver snapped his head around and caught a beast by the throat, blooding it neatly while shuffling to trap a second under one forepaw. Surely just one wouldn’t be enough to sustain his bulk for long.
Z’mir practically fell of Binagoonganth’s back, glad the brown was significantly shorter than Igadoth, recovered his footing and moved toward the goldrider. Behind him the brown dragon took to the air again, moving himself quickly out of the way. Binagoonganth knew his limits and the young brown did not want to be mistaken for a rival in this Flight.
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Post by Lysita on Sept 15, 2010 5:37:43 GMT -5
Kellerth finished with the first beast and leapt onto a second, this one a doe, and blooded with no more resistance. Yet she was watching her suitors arrive, three bronzes and a silver, a good selection, even if the silver was younger then her. She would weed out the worthless and decide who was worthy. Finished with the second she went for a third, instinct driving her to get as much blood as possible. She could feel the blood as it went through her system, energizing her as it had done for generations before her. When she had drained the third dry, she let out a challenging bugle and leapt into the air, wings snapping open and catching air beneath them. Up she went, up and up and up before she straightened out, now she would test these males, push them to their limits and beyond. The first part of that was seeing who would reach the same height that she had gone to.
Lysita couldn't help the shudder that went through her at the ferocity she felt as Kellerth blooded the herdbeasts, it was so different from the gold's normal feeding habits and the feelings she felt then. She barely had time to realize what Kellerth rising meant as other riders joined her as their dragons did their own blooding. Part of her wanted to run, to hide from these lust filled riders, yet she was also bearing the lust that Kellerth was producing. Another part of her wanted to grab the nearest rider and be done with it, but that would hamper Kellerth. Another part, the most prodominant at that point, was like a small animal frozen in the light of glows.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 15, 2010 14:19:02 GMT -5
Igadoth kept his head tilted to one side so that he could keep one eye on what Kellerth was doing as he let his first kill drop from his jaws and moved the second buck closer with the leg it was trapped under. For some reason he could not explain the silver had an idea that taking his gaze from the gold would be a very bad thing to do right now. Even when he bent to catch the throat of his second victim the silver gripped and lifted the struggling beast in his jaws as swiftly as possible so he could put all his attention back on Kellerth.
When Kellerth took to the air Igadoth was warned enough to drop the blooded carcass to the ground and spring up after her. His massive wingspan gave him something of an advantage in the steep ascent but his weight still made the climb harder on him than it would be on a smaller nimbler dragon.
Z’mir wasn’t sure he liked this new side to his normally obsessively caring silver, but it was far too late to think about that now so he hid the emotion behind a carefully neutral expression. Anyone looking at him would probably not think he was getting as caught up in his dragons urges as he really was.
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Tombath waited with badly concealed impatience for Kellerth to finish blooding, keeping his display of impatience down to a little tail twitching. Anything more would waste energy that he couldn’t afford to waste.
At last she decided to begin her Flight, and Tombath was pumping his wings furiously for maximum lift just as soon as he’d cleared the ground. He was obviously the best dragon here, and certainly the most handsome, so he’d better get on and prove he was the strongest and fastest as well.
Uu’ian’s eyes half closed as if he could dismiss his surroundings, not to mention his uncertainty, with that action. For now he forgot about Lysita and the other riders around him and concentrated on Tombath, by the time he had to deal with any of them, if he had to deal with any of them he’d be one with dragon and wouldn’t care.
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 15, 2010 14:31:06 GMT -5
I chase Kylith sent softly, sadly, wistfully.
Instinct drove him, but grief still laced the bronze's mindvoice.
C'lyn, though, ran out onto the ledge from which the bronze dragon was launching. "Chase who?"
Kellerth
The question was answered. The pale gold would be the next senior...and Kylith would not catch her. Not likely, not with that doubt in his mind. Not with him wishing for his Malaracyth with every wingbeat. He had to try. Bronzes chased queens, it was wired into them, it was bred into them, it was part of them.
He had to try, and C'lyn ducked out of the weyr that would, likely, no longer be his in a few short hours, making his way through the corridors in search of Lysita.
She would do well, the part of him not torn by grief and lust thought. She would do very well indeed...and he...
...was not even sure he wished to stay at Allride, but he knew he must. Duty bound him and it was a duty of instinct that caused Kylith to chase this queen that he had no true wish to catch.
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Post by Bookworm on Sept 15, 2010 16:28:28 GMT -5
Antagyth sucked his kill dry and jumped into the air to catch a second beast. He grabbed a doe and blooded it, lifting his maw for a moment as more males arrived. Ruxth was another more experienced bronze. Tombath was young, probably with a slim chance of catching a Gold. The Silver was big, and would probably put up some fierce competition. But this was a maiden Flight, and anything could happen. Kellerth could be tricked easily, perhaps; or she could pull out new schemes that no other Gold had ever tried. There was simply no way to tell.
He snapped his maw over the doe's neck, licking out the last of the blood. Antagyth licked the blood off of his snout and turned his gaze to Kellerth. He could feel his rider's presence in his mind, thinking logically. That was who was pondering the different outcomes of this Flight. Antagyth himself was all instinct. He just wanted to fly in pursuit of the beautiful Gold.
Antagyth tensed at Kellerth's bugle. In a second, she was in the air. He leaped into the sky, a powerful push from his haunches giving him an extra few feet before he spread his wings open. He beat his wings steadily, rising up into the air. Any clutching female worth her salt knew to get high for a good clutch, and Kellerth was no different. The climb was easy for Antagyth, a bronze built for endurance, but he was sure to fly a little slowly at the beginning. He didn't want to waste his energy now when he would need every bit of it at the end of the Flight.
F'mar watched Lysita, feeling the lust building from his dragon. He had never really noticed the young woman as more than just a budding Queenrider. Now, he felt himself desiring her attention with every inch of his being. The human part of his mind could see how scared she was, and he wished that he wouldn't act like this, leering at her the way he was. The draconic part that was taking over didn't care about that. He just wanted to win and have Lysita by his side.
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Post by Franny on Sept 16, 2010 17:42:13 GMT -5
Ruxthe enjoyed the ritual of the ht blood sending fire through his system. It made the bronze dragon feel like he could do anything, and his rider was no better. They liked the rigidness of the weyr structure, and his rider leered at the woman with lust in his eyes. The intense hungry gaze with which his eyes moved over Lysita would scare a woman in her right mind. But he was past carring. His dragons hot emotions were in him. He didn't care about leadership or anthing, just taking the woman for himself.
Ruxth swooped down for another beast and was in the middle of sucking the blood from it when the queen took off. With a growl he through the carcuss and leaped into the air, his powerful body pulling him up after the gold. She would see that he was the best of the whimpy males. He trained forever and he was strong. Others might slack off, but he Ruxth never would! He made a show of his strength as he moved his large bronze body after the queen with huge and powerful wing strokes coming quickly.
He might not be as big as the silve, but he probably trained more, and the silver was young. Another bronze was young and he personally felt not strong enough. There was another who often lost flights, and would probably also loose this one. Finally, there was the one still in grief for his weyrmate. That one wouldn't win simply because he probably wouldn't keep his mind on the flight. Except for Antagyth, Ruxth didn't think he had much competition. Ruxth was sure though that his flying would make the queen like him best...
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Post by Lysita on Sept 16, 2010 18:25:13 GMT -5
Kellerth looked under her wing, watching as the males took to the sky behind her. First was the silver, younger then her but still large enough to be a worthy contender, then the orangey bronze, older but still somewhat young. Then came the last weyrleader's bronze, quickly followed by another older bronze and then Ruxth at the rear. The young gold dipped round towards the lake, diving down to trail the tips of her claws in the water before beating her wings furiously to regain height. Clouds filled the air around the group, and Kellerth flew straight into the middle of one, her pale hide almost lost in the colour of the clouds. Only the smarter would be able to figure out her plan, but were any of these smart enough?
Lysita had been just stood, her eyes roaming over the gathered riders, yet more seeing what her dragon saw. Then C'lyn arrived and her fear went up a notch as her gaze lingered on the former weyrleader.
"C'lyn!" The name was murmured in shock, even though filled with lust borne of Kellerth's rising. No, this couldn't be happening, why had he shown up? Why was Kilith chasing? Sure it was another bronze for Kellerth to judge, but both dragon and rider were still filled with grief, so why chase? It seemed wrong for the grieving pair to be going through this, yet there was nothing Lysita could do to stop it, or them. With a sigh she turned to watch her dragon, even though it was hard to make the pale form out within the cloud.
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Post by Franny on Sept 16, 2010 21:02:47 GMT -5
Even though Ruxth was behind and had started late, he forced himself to pull closer to thequeen. He manuvered his body around teh other dragons with rolling and fancy flying till he was lcoser to the queen. He was worth the queen! He might feel the strain later, but at the moment hot blood flowed through his vains and all he felt was lust. A lust he had to fill.
His rider mimicked the dragon's feeling and J'can licked his lips in anticipation just as his dragon was. They were one within the sky, and they could win the queen!
Ruxth followed the queen through the clowd. He would follow her exactly every move! She wouldn't escape him. He was certain that HE was the best flyer because HE followed every drill exactly every day.
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Post by Bookworm on Sept 16, 2010 21:21:45 GMT -5
Antagyth growled when he saw the young silver pull ahead of him. He flew faster, trying to get to the front of the pack. He followed as Kellerth flew towards the lake. Tucking his wings in, he dove down over the water, copying Kellerth and skimming his claws across the surface.
As they rose towards the clouds, Antagyth wondered what the Queen was going to do. Her pale hide almost disappeared into the mist. Antagyth followed her, but instead of staying the clouds, he kept going and flew above them. He glided over the clouds, waiting for Kellerth to reappear.
F'mar barely noticed C'lyn arrive. He was completely absorbed in his dragon's actions now, unaware of what was actually happening around him.
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Post by shadowreine on Sept 17, 2010 15:49:16 GMT -5
The look on her face so desperately made C'lyn want to pull out, but he could not stop Kylith from chasing. Or from catching...for in the end it would be Kellerth's choice.
Kellerth who was so glorious in the skies, and ALL the bronzes pursued her, as they were meant to do. There were even a couple of brave browns, although not J'tor's Bonjouth...that one apparently had more sense.
The mist claimed her, extended out from her, and yes...she was beautiful, she was glorious, but she was so painfully *not* Malaracyth and the scared young woman was agonizingly *not* Kelyna. C'lyn stood there, his hands clenching and unclenching as Kylith rode familiar winds in pursuit of the young queen.
The young gold that held all of their hopes. Some small rational part of him hoped F'mar won. He was a good rider, and his age would steady Lysita's uncertain youth.
She had called to him, but he knew it was no invitation. She did not wish him here...and thus Kellerth would not choose him. Yet Kylith could not, either, bring himself to drop out this early. An odd cry came from the bronze...one that showed how torn he was. This was his duty to chase, but how could he? How could he when his rider still loved Kelyna and always would.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 18, 2010 16:30:31 GMT -5
Tombath followed the course the gold set towards the lake, and even dropped his flight somewhat as she dove toward the lake surface, but the bronze levelled out at a higher altitude, and as the gold began to ascend, sent his body into a tight barrel roll before moving to follow her. He knew he looked stunning, and that movement not only showed of his lovely hide but his flying skills too.
As the queen vanished into the clouds Tombath glided along below for a moment, eyes seeking some glimpse of glowing hide amongst the annoying grey mists, this was going to be hard, even the broght glow of a mating queen was diffused up here. However Tombath did not lose heart, rather the bronze seemed to come alive, darting above and dipping below the clouds for those elusive glimpses of gold and following her course through the sky. Clever queen, but he was smarter, he could find her.
Uu’ian stood staring skyward, sparing no glance for the young goldrider, all his thoughts were joined as one with Tombaths, the gold in sky their focus, though the rider could no longer see her from the ground, he knew she was up there.
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Enthusiastic as only a young male could be Igadoth ignored his instincts and folded his wings to shoot downward after the golden form, and almost landed in the lake. Only a last second roll and some furiously fast wing beats kept the silver from making one almighty splash. As it was the young male managed to pull off a last moment self rescue and even (he hoped!) look graceful and daring while he was doing it.
Rising up into the clouds the silver made a low admiring sound as the pale golden his all but vanished amon the clouds. Ah yes, a male would have to be canny to catch this queen, the dragon thought admiringly as he, too, vanished into the clouds, willing to play her game. Through the cloudbanks he tracked the gold, keeping his eye out for the glow of gold hide and the sparkling purples of her eyes. The trick, of course was to make sure it was her eyes he saw and not some other male in pursuit.
Z’mir’s dark eyes clouded over, as the silverrider took half a step, all his rigid self control would allow, toward the goldrider and moved to one side to see her better, Had to track the gold.
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Post by Lysita on Sept 18, 2010 17:25:29 GMT -5
Kellerth was unaware of where the males were in relation to her, and yet she felt alive. Instead of flying straight out of the other side of the cloud, or even through the bottom, as msot would suspect either of those, she went up through the top. Her body arching until she was flying upside down back towards the males, almost colliding with Antagyth, yet some clever movements along with pulling her wings in close, saved her from it, and an early catching.
She barked out a cough of laughter as she twisted and spiralled, arching her body again until she was flying upright, now beneath the cloud she had gone through. Antagyth had been clever, waiting outside the cloud, perhaps a little too clever but it still made him stand out. Those that had gone into the cloud were seeable, but just weren't clever enough. And yet she wasn't ready to choose, there was still more testing to do, more weeding out.
Lysita's attention was caught by the sound of licking lips and her gaze darted to J'can, the way he was looking at her made her want to run and hide. Did he have to leer at her like that? Like she was some prime cut of meat and he was a starving canine. Her gaze flicked round the rest of the gathered riders, just catching the half-step Z'mir took towards her. She instinctively stepped in the opposite direction, towards F'mar, her eyes pleading for help as she reached a hand towards him.
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