If there was one thing that was certain, it was that Dr'stan was never again allowing Cynosuth to put off her sharding Flights. He was feeling snarly, snappish, and had been practically crawling out of his own skin for days. Weeks. Faranth! Frustrated, because nothing seemed to be helping, the Greenrider scowled down at his work. His notes on dragonhealing did not bring him any satisfaction, and he set them aside, beginning to pace the weyr.
There was nothing in particular that was the matter, as Cynosuth seemed to have gotten over whatever funk she'd been in. She'd been cuddling up with her siblings and friends of late, and that was all fine and wonderful, except that this, whatever this was, was completely unbearable. Finally, the door opened of its own accord, revealing a familiar blond.
"H'sad," Dr'stan said, his voice taking on an unusual purr. Almost as though the rider was being stalked--
And his sudden surge of lust woke Cynosuth from a sound sleep. The night was dark outside, just enough to see the stars. However, she was made immediately aware of an urgent need to feed. She'd never been so hungry in her life, and she took flight, leaving Menankith's side as she began to stalk her prey. There was a nice, choice herdbeast that was just large enough to sate her--
No, Cynosuth. Just blood. You don't need to be weighed down by anything, Dr'stan interjected, and then, just like that, he was with her. Thinking her thoughts, feeling her terrible hunger. A hunger for far more than simply blood.
But I am starving, she said, and then when she had the herdbeast in her clutches, her tongue at its throat, she realized that this was exactly what she needed. Hot blood poured down her own throat, and she hissed, sampling it greedily. This was unlike any hunger she had ever felt before, and she felt restless. Trapped in a hide that was too tight.
Suddenly, she sprang from the ground, leaping up into the sky. Yes, this was what she needed. To fly fast, fast, far away! Come to me, Cynosuth called to all of the males who might hear her, instinct driving her to greater feats of acrobatics in her need to attract a suitable mate. Dance with me in the stars! For indeed, it was time for the Green to make that first, spectacular dance.
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Rules/Info: Totally stolen. Yep.
Any male dragon in or around High Reaches Weyr can participate. Rolling an entry, but not filling out an RP post halves the points. Not rolling an entry before the time limit results in a 0 Please track your own rolls. I'll double check, but doing the math will help. Dr'stan will be spending the Flight with H'sad, so make your plans accordingly. I will be rolling from the 3 highest scores, plus one dark horse if I so choose. Or choose from one of the top 3 scores if that's how the flight turns out. If you match her roll, you automatically catch her. Each round will last about 2 days to give people time to roll/fill out posts, but if everyone rolls and fills in their posts, I will commence to the next round. I welcome anyone who wants to have their dragons chase each other to participate!
Cynosuth's Stats Green Dragon: + 50 Less than 5 turns: +2 points Average/Normal: +5 points Blooding Bonus: +5 Total: 62
Note: The first round starts at 10:00 PM ET 06/01/2018, assuming I am around to start it. All Tarot dragons are eligible to participate, if they so choose.
Posted: Thu May 31, 2018 8:57 pm
The night was going as it normally did. Aresoth was laying on his ledge, his eyes taking in everything around him. He had gotten into the habit of speaking with a couple dragons he had met, as well as chatting with Zenobiath every once in a while. He did try and make sure to remember to at least send waves of affection towards Cynosuth before he fell asleep, though as of late he was trying his hardest to quell pesky feelings that were beginning to be stirred up.
If he was hoping for this night to be easier, it wasn't.
The cry that rang out, calling males too her, had Aresoth raise his head. He had been intent on looking at the stars themselves that he had not seen the green star that was his sister take flight. The call itself took him off guard, he had heard it many times in his short turn in this world and yet....it stirred something within him.
Pushing himself to a standing position, his eyes forever locked upon Cynosuth's form in the sky, Aresoth's eyes began to whirl with purple. The way the moon and starlight danced across her hide, the graceful turns she made in the air as she waited upon her potential suitors. The bronze could feel his hearts beginning to race as he watched her, the feelings he had been trying so hard to quiet just emerging more and more until...
Aresoth had leaned forward and allowed his body to fall from the ledge. There was a moment of free fall, gaining speed before his wings were snapped out, catching the wind. As he leveled out, Aresoth easily tilted his wings and flapped, gaining altitude, his whirling purple eyes upon Cynosuth as he let out a bugle towards her.
Cynosuth! Beautiful and radiant Cynosuth! The stars should be ashamed of themselves, as they pale in comparison to your beauty and grace.
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The sudden flight lust hit C'ryn like a ton of bricks as he was making his way from the dinning hall and back to his weyr. He had to reach out and steady himself on the wall nearby.
Being hit with flight lust wasn't strange to him, he had been effected by a Gold Flight before, but this time, having a dragon involved...he hadn't been expecting just how more powerful it was.
With his thoughts muddled, the only thing that C'ryn wanted to do was get back to his weyr....
Ichta had been getting ready for bed, brushing her hair out and braiding it as she sat on the edge of her bed when Aurinkoth had stirred. It wasn't lust that filled their bond, however, as the blue stirred from his curled up position on his ledge. He didn't spring from his ledge to chase immediately, however. Instead, he watched. Wonder and awe trickled across their bond. Rather than rising to tuck herself into her chosen hiding place, Ichta walked to her lifemate's side, running a hand along it as she leaned into his thoughts.
She was so bright against the night sky which was as a black murky smear around her. The way she twisted and danced, it stirred a desire inside of him. But not a desire that sent his bonded running to hide. It tugged at her heart and she wound the feeling around herself. It was familiar, at least.
Are you going to go? Ichta asked gently. As if forgetting she was a separate entity from him, Aurinkoth reeled his head around to look back at her, kreeling gently towards his bonded. His most perfect of chosen.
Should I? Would it.....be right of me to? he inquired, doubt leaning into his thoughts for the first time. She loved Menankith. She loved Aresoth. She did not want him - so was it right for him to even try? Ichta leaned her mind into his, trying to lean support into his thoughts. Do you want to? she urged. The blue looked up at the sky and sighed defeatedly. I....want to be with her when she is on the ground. When she flies for fun and only for herself. In every moment. Even though I... he hesitated.
I cannot be the brown or bronze that she desires.
Ichta leaned all of her mental weight into her lifemate to keep the grey thoughts from his mind. Then go, if only to be there. she urged.
He hesitated again, though his eyes did not leave the figure of the green in the sky before he finally pushed from his ledge, allowing the wind to catch underneath his wings, and sailing up higher in another beat of them. He twisted once in the air to change direction, watching as others came to call out their sweet seductions. But, such things were not his way. He had no such things to offer, to woo her.
For the first time, he offered no sweet, bright, bugles. He only offered the same thing he had to her their entire lives - waves of love, support, and unchanging affection. It was the only thing he was, the only thing he had to give.
------ Aurinkoth's Stats: Blue Dragon: +45 Less than 5 Turns: +2 Fit/Motivated: +10 Weyr Native: +2 Tarot: +10 Blue: +2 71
Though curled up with his green sister, Menankith had not been asleep - incredibly comfortable, but not asleep. He was content, but full of idle, happy thoughts that he turned over in his mind, as Cynosuth slept tucked securely against him and under his wing, safe. He knew how difficult things had been for her of late, the turmoil inside that she had shared with him, and when she had asked for his company tonight, he had gladly given it. The brown was spending less and less time on his own ledge, between cuddles and talks with her and cuddles and talks with Macuith and Viandarth. Each one was dear and loved: even the bronze, who was so new to his life, but had been there for him all the same when he'd thought his hearts broken beyond repair. He had had a...a very, very strange week, and apparently that trend was going to hold.
The brown had crooned concern when Cynosuth started awake and left his side rather abruptly, worried that something might be wrong- Oh. It was time. Good. It was not something he thought out of eagerness, but of relief for her, because she had been struggling with this for so long, and it had caused her such terrible distress. For her sake, he wanted it to be over, but also to be everything that she deserved. He did not follow her to her hunt, did not hover, but rather remained poised on the edge of the ledge; concern and love thrummed through him, but not possessiveness. He loved her, but that did not give him a right to her - there was no presumption that she should be his. She belonged to no one, not even him, and was far more than a prize to be chased and caught.
And so, when he launched into the air after brightly-shining Cynosuth, it was not with pursuit as his intent, regardless of whatever physical desire he might have. His want, his purpose, was to be there for her, whatever she might need of him. It was entirely possible, he knew, that tonight she might not have need of him at all, and that was fine. So long as her choice was hers, and she was happy with it, that was all that mattered. Any and all others who took to the sky - especially those not of their clutch - he kept an appraising eye on. If any did not treat her as they deserved, so help him Faranth...
Before, as he had waited, poised for flight, he had touched at His' mind to forewarn her. You should go to them. And remember clothes?
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Menankith's Stats: (Edit: He will roll as a barometer of how he's flying, but uh...should not be considered for winning regardless of how he rolls.) Brown Dragon: +40 Less than 5 Turns: +2 Fit/Motivated: +10 Tarot: +10 Brown: +5 Total: 67
The brown dragon had been sleeping peacefully on his ledge when he heard Cynosuth's call. He looked up to watch with just a mild interest; after all, greens rose all of the time and most of them were pretty typical, with their shining green hides and flirtatious words. He recognized this green from Uridith's last clutch, which drew his attention more strongly than usual. And the way she matched the sky around her, her flight like a dance through the stars as if she was one of them... his blue eyes began to swirl with purple.
"Seriously, Rugareth? I was trying to sleep," N'vim said out loud, emerging from his blanket. "You don't chase. Why now?"
Just... look at her, the dragon replied simply, with a wistful mental sigh. Without waiting for permission, he dropped from his ledge and caught the wind underneath his wings. He tilted them just so to float towards Cynosuth.
Oh Cynosuth, how your presence brightens the very world! Rugareth called, a gentle caress of affection accompanying his words, and a sense that he believed every single one of them wholeheartedly. I wish to see how brilliant you can really be.
"Well, so much for sleeping," N'vim grumbled, sitting on his bed with his hands to his temples. He wasn't sure whether to go wandering the halls or to lock himself away... the latter seemed more appealing to his sensibilities, but flight lust did things to people.
About N'vim: Ambitious, bitter, with a bad temper. Not the most friendly person to be around, until you get to know him. He will likely just hide unless someone visits his weyr.
About Rugareth: A loving, often meek brown. He doesn't fly very often but when he does, he's a doting and affectionate partner. If he doesn't catch Cynosuth, he's totally open to be caught by one of the other suitors.
Base points for brown: 40pts Between 6-20 turns: +10 points Average/Normal: +5 points Bronze or Brown: +5 Total: 60
The far northern continent was neither of B’tar or Efraath’s favorite location. True, the ice-locked mountains and sheer cliff drops could be utterly breathtaking, but the cold wasn’t what either of them had been bred for. That was why they often silently and mutually restricted themselves to roving there in the heart of summer, when the region thawed enough to let seasonal grasses and flowers spring up, painting the white-gray-black mountains with colorful pocket valleys and highlands of vibrant colors. It was especially important now to renew their awareness of the empty caverns and places they could shelter in from thread, and with High Reaches being impressively skilled at guarding their skies, the atmosphere and the resources made it particularly appealing.
Brown and man had been holed up in one such hideaway, a few peaks northwest of the weyr out of sight and out of mind, when the distant green’s plea for a chase made the brown’s head snap up in interest. Red eyes mellowed to maroon, magenta, violet, drawing his rider’s attention from the small fire over which he had been cooking. Wordlessly their thoughts traded back and forth, more concept and emotion than words, wills clashing and pressing before, with a sigh, the man turned back to his meal. As dark as a shadow under the first stars was the brown as he launched from their cavern, cutting an arcing trail towards the weyr where the green twisted and turned through her comet-tail of suitors.
And just look at the gathering she had sung into the sky. Would-be champions as green as her own skin, thinking themselves the heroes of her story already. He could almost smell the inexperience on the lot of them, and it shot his eyes through with irritable orange. What this tale clearly needed was a villain—or at the least, an anti-hero. He trumpeted his approach like a battlecry, demanding attention from all quarters...Though towards the green herself he only offered a brush of gentled interest. Something about her seemed to require a delicate touch. Not at all his specialty, he was far happier to simply take what he liked. And nevermind that all the rest seemed to know her by name—he cared not; she drew him like the rising sun.
I see you, little one. Stars-over-deepest-seas, you are. Come to me, be mine tonight, none of them is worthy enough to even look at you.
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About Efraath: Pros: Utterly devoted to B’tar, resilient, cunning, organized. Cons: Aggressive, isolationist, willful, short-tempered. Please note that Efraath has exactly zero interest in males, and any trying to cuddle up, should he lose, won’t be left wondering about his predilections longer than it takes him to kick them away. Sorry boys!
About B’tar: Not in attendance or inside the weyr, so not terribly relevant. Understands Efraath’s need to chase now and then but pretty freaked/tense about it tbh.
Efraath’s Stats Brown: 40pts Between 6-20 turns: +10 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Bronze or Brown: +5 TOTAL: 65
Argoth, ever alert and dutiful Argoth, snapped awake at the sounds and woke his rider out of instinct. MyUlix, there's-- No danger. He relaxed. --a Rising, he finished, now feeling guilty.
Ulix had only been half asleep himself, tangled in the sheets with a gorgeous woman who looked far better asleep and silent than she did when her pretty mouth had been gasping expletives before. He rubbed at his face tiredly. Argoth's watchfulness had been good to have out in the wilds, but at a weyr? It could get annoying, fast, especially with green risings happening so often. He attempted to roll over and go back to sleep, but he could feel his bondmate watching the acrobatics attentively, anxiously, and so with a sigh he extricated himself from the woman, tossed on some shorts, and went to meet the brown.
Argoth's head was tilted skywards, eyes shifting between conflicting colors. Love of his life that he was, Ulix still couldn't help but roll his own eyes at the dramatics. "Do you need another pep talk?" he asked, voice rough from the night's events. He slapped his hand against the brown's hide. "You need the practice if you want to catch a gold someday, don't you?"
Argoth made a soft whining sound, refusing to look away. It's Uridith's clutch. I'd be intruding...
Ulix slapped his hand again, this time at his shoulder. "And d'you think that's stopping those other browns?" he pointed out as several more shapes entered the sky. "Come on, Argoth, don't be a p***y about this."
I'm not, it's just...
The cycle would continue all day if Ulix didn't put a stop to it. So, he went behind his dragon and began to effectively kick at his hindlegs. Not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to push. "Move it. It's just another green, damn it, this isn't a big deal."
It was more the harshness of His's tone than the kicks that set Argoth off. Without another word, he leaped into the air and made his way towards the gathering flight.
He did not have pretty words ready; Argoth never did. He was both humble and perfectionist, and without the exact means of conveying his thoughts, he fell silent when it came to honeyed compliments. But his eyes had not left Cynosuth's dazzling green glow, and while it was not words that left him, it was close enough. Argoth arched his head back and gave long, loud, howling keen, in equal measure awe of the rising star and in want of it and in sadness that this too would be a fleeting moment they could never capture again, that it wasn't truly anyone's but hers no matter the catcher.
(If not the winner, he may try to catch someone just to avoid coming back empty handed to Ulix)
stats(base brown [40], between 6-20 [10], fit/motivated [10], bonus brown [5] = 65) STR: 15 SPD: 10 DEX: 10 STAM: 20 WITS: 5
about ulix already at his weyr with a woman he'll probably wake up, though if someone were to want to join in, he wouldn't mind..........
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 3:27 pm
What better a time for a star to rise than on the darkest of nights? His powerful neck craned to better watch the glowing green as she all but danced among her brethren, calling for the males of the Weyr to join her wild flight. Elzebuth considered for a moment, weighing his options. Cynosuth's hearts were as gentle and tender as she--and just as likely to break, as he had witnessed already.
No. Best to be in control of that himself--he knew his sister, knew her well. With a mighty leap, the large, dark brown dragon flew after the shining star, bugling both greeting and challenge to the unknown males that had joined the pursuit.
Fly high, sweet Star. Let them see the strength of your spirit, and the beauty of your kindness. Let them know how lucky they would be to capture you!
These other males, he did not know. His brothers, surely--but he would not hesitate to put the strangers in their proper place with claws and teeth. Aresoth... well, Aresoth might be among them. For now, Elzebuth's attention was fixated upon the delicate green as she streaked across the heavens themselves.
Elzebuth's Stats Brown Dragon : +40 Less than 5 turns: +2 Fit/Motivated: +10 Tarot: +10 Brown: +5 Total: 67
The bronze turned to watch the going-ons. He watched as the green took down a herdbeast and blooded her kill. He recognized her -- the small, delicate beauty who had been kind to him during Threadfall, when he had been injured. Cynosuth. She had been all things gentle and kind, and he not seemed particularly bothered by him. In fact, the one thing she had never made him feel was . . . stupid.
Though the bronze was well aware he wasn't the sharpest paint in the set, or the brightest tool in the shed, that didn't mean he didn't have his own wants, desires, hopes, and dreams. He was clever enough to know that he yearned to find a partner and mate all his own. Though there were lovely golds to swoon over, he also knew he was simply one choice among many; and though another part of him yearned to have a clutch to coo over, the other part knew that his reputation of being a bit.... slow on the uptake, tended to keep others from looking at him with any real interest.
Though the bronze had an easy enough humor not to mind, and to accept that he would never be as charming as his clutchsib, Viandarth, he still had hearts that bled. He had caught Oyath a few weeks prior, and though that had been an unexpected experience, the green had been.... too fierce, too wild. She did not really like him, or so he believed. Still, she was a kind and good green too, and even as he stretched out his wings, and his eyes whirled purple, he wondered if she might be angry. They were not a pair, but he saw her regularly enough to be worried about her teeth and claws.
. . .really Kindeth? S'del had been on his way for an evening drink and now found himself no where near his weyr, with the pangs of flightlust gripping him.
I would like to try, Mine. She... has many a better suitor, but it would be nice to stretch my wings.
Hey now! No one is better than you, Kindeth. The rider's original objection quickly turned to vehemence. You are just as good and kind and sweet as any of them out there. If you want to chase, you do so! He sent a surge of confidence and love, allowing his feelings to wrap in with the lust and desire he felt in his large companion. He could feel the night breeze, could almost feel his wings stretching.... Mph. But he'd have to fight it. An evening snack was now derailed and the safest place was for him to get to his weyr. A shame A'ye wasn't near....ah, but that wasn't right, was it?! He liked the green rider, much more than he cared to admit. But. He also doubted the green rider thought of him in any way other than a friend. What had happened during Oyath's flight, and even that kiss before Threadfall -- that... had simply been done in the moment. What did he have to offer the older man anyway?
As S'del tried to turn back away from the more crowded Dining Hall and back to his weyr, Kindeth gave a bellow in challenge, and pushed himself from his weyrledge. Reaching out, he took off (slowly) after Cynosuth. Hello gentlemen! And hello Cynosuth.... There was no sense being rude to the competition, after all. They were all strapping good looking, but the real gem of the night was already high above, dancing among the stars. You put the moons to shame this night.
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((And just because....))
H'sad had been surprised by the tone of his weyrmate, but then, Dr'stan had been acting well out of sorts for too long. Proddy green rider had been an understatement, and while the blue rider had been forgiving and indulgent, their was an unspoken, and unshakable tension in their weyr. She Rises. Cinonth quietly confirmed, watching as the green finally gave in to her desires.
H'sad was glad he was home. He expected to find a surge of dragonlust from Cinonth, and yet.... there was nothing. Aren't you going to chase, buddy? He thought, surprised and perhaps a bit desperate. This wasn't how he thought things would go at all!
The blue remained quiet. His silence was answer enough. Though the blue watched the pretty little green sing to her suitors, the dragon heaved a sigh, and turned to look elsewhere. Though he had watched her grow from a hatchling, though they often shared a weyrledge, Cinonth knew he was nothing more than a stranger. He had never managed to become a true friend to the starry green, though he had always been kind, and supportive. He had been gentle, and affectionate, and tried to keep himself from becoming too much a friend.... As she grew, the bright, spotted blue had hoped that maybe she would be his destiny. The one had been waiting so long for.
But perhaps he had been foolish to wait.
As she had matured, he had come to the realization that they were civil strangers. She no more noticed him than she did a trundlebug on the wall. Though he had watched and waited, perhaps he had kept himself too far in the shadows, for her hearts had yearned for others. He knew their names, all of them, through his rider's conversations with Dr'stan. So no, he would not lift his wings. . . He would not chase, he would not distract. Let the lovely moon have her fun -- she was young, she was beautiful, she certainly deserved a string of suitors.
For now, though, he would go elsewhere. Quietly, the blue dove like a streak from his ledge, flying close to the walls of the weyr, and keeping to shadow. She would not notice, or see. He was just one of many going about their business. No, he would leave their ledge free and empty this night -- his rider would not need him for some time. Dr'stan's either. No, instead, he would seek solace elsewhere, and give the night's lovers all the time they needed.
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26!
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 7:04 pm
Dancing among the stars, Cynosuth peered down at the dragons gathered to meet her. Each one had something special about him, each one had a draw that pulled at her. When Aresoth made his impassioned speech, she sent a flicker of warmth to him, twisting in the sky to better see him as he made his valiant approach to her. To Aurinkoth, she sent a steady stream of love and joy, delight at seeing him at last taking up the dance. Menankith's response gave her... pause. He did not seem to be here for her, so much as to... observe?
What? But swiftly, her confusion was brushed aside, for there were others to greet. You are so kind to say such things, she told her wonderful suitors, sending first Rugareth, then Argoth a flicker of flirtation. At Efraath's words, however, she glowed a brighter green. Oh. Well. That... was definitely something that intrigued her. Is that so? she asked archly, and then dove swiftly past him, past them all.
Elzebuth warranted a stream of love, for she had always adored her wonderful Brown brother. How kind of him to come! And yet... was he also there to watch? Kindeth chased, and his bellow rang out fiercely in the night. How delightful! She danced through their midst, teasing and cajoling them, sending out bursts of curiosity and lust to all.
And then she truly began to dance.
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Cynosuth's Stats Green Dragon: + 50 Less than 5 turns: +2 points Average/Normal: +5 points Blooding Bonus: +5 Total: 62
Moving through the sky, Aresoth kept his attention upon Cynosuth, though he did turn an eye to see the others that came to chase her. Aurinkoth got a warm bugle in greeting, the bronze sending the sunny blue a burst of warmth and happiness. Even Menankith received a warm response from the bronze as the brown took wing. He seemed to be watching the events that took place and Aresoth was grateful for the support and protection he was offering their lovely sister. Perhaps it was the flight lust that was opening his heart so, but he sent out the same unbridled warm greeting towards Menankith, hoping that he was reassuring his brother that he would also make sure nothing untoward happened to Cynosuth.
More dragons joined the skyies, some of them from the Weyr that Aresoth knew of but did not know their names, and there was one brown he did not recognize at all. This brown made a fleck of red appear mixed in with the whirling purple of Aresoth's eyes, though he did his best to push that down. Whatever his views upon those dragons who did not serve as they should, now was not the time to dwell upon them.
Feeling the warm touch of Cynosuth's mind against his own drew Aresoth's attention back to her and away from watching the others. A low rumble of pleasure and delight thrummed through his chest as he watched her greet the others, weaving her way through them, teasing and toying with them. His need and desire for her grew as she went by him, so tantalizingly close and still so far away.
As his eyes trailed after her, moving to follow her through the air, Aresoth couldn't help but feel a little disheartened. There was no way he could keep up with her speed and grace with his large and bulky form. While there were faster dragons with them, he did manage to keep pace, though a dark hide he hadn't noticed before caught his eye as they flew.
The sight of Elzebuth shouldn't have been a surprise to the bronze. He had seen him chase after another green just a week before. While he and this brown brother didn't get along quite well, Aresoth was not going to let that darken Cynosuth's flight. No, instead Aresoth returned his focus upon the lovely shooting star before them.
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12!
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 7:15 pm
His own warmth flooded back towards Cynosuth, and the big brown preened to have been acknowledged so. In an instant, she'd shot away from them all, as effortlessly as a leaf caught in the wind. Elzebuth had never been made for high speeds and swift turns, but he more than made up for it when it came to his strength and stamina! There was time yet, and he kept a careful eye on his sister, thrumming his amusement the entire time.
Better to keep these other males in his sights, too.
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Elzebuth's Stats Brown Dragon : +40 Less than 5 turns: +2 Fit/Motivated: +10 Tarot: +10 Brown: +5 Total: 67
demon_pachabel generated a random number between
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16!
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 7:18 pm
As more and more dragons rised to seek out Cynosuth, Aurinkoth felt a larger bubble of hesitation fill his chest - one he popped and forced away. There were so many other boys he could have been worrying about being there, but in a single moment, Cynosuth's wave of affection in return washed away the presence of any others. He was aware of them, but they didn't matter.
He had come here for her, so he would be there only for her. Even if he would not catch her or her fancy. As she twisted to dance, he rolled in the air, moving past his brothers as if they weren't there. Though he felt the nudge of affection from Aresoth, and he returned it almost subconsiously.
I have no sweet words, dearest Cynosuth...but may I watch you dance?
Was it a dumb question? He didn't need to dance with her, and he wasn't brave enough to ask to do so, but she was so lovely, twisting and turning in the sky. Such a sight, he would watch forever.
------ Aurinkoth's Stats: Blue Dragon: +45 Less than 5 Turns: +2 Fit/Motivated: +10 Weyr Native: +2 Tarot: +10 Blue: +2 71
ShinosBee generated a random number between
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23!
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 7:24 pm
Of course it's true. You know what you want, and what you're worth. More than these trundlebugs, unsuited for your light. Where will you take me, shining like glows in the darkest forest? I'll follow you, if you let me show you things in turn. That's what I want. That and you. The brown thrummed with pleasure to feel her reaction to him, surging after her as she at last let her teasing flutters cease, giving way to the real chase, the real flight. He roiled with smug pleasure to see the rest so slow to start—did they none of them realize that they chased a green? A meandering start was for a gold, saving their energy to last her out. But greens? Greens were lightning on the open plains in mid-summer, lancing forth in any direction imaginable without warning. He'd been so right in his assessment of the lot, and his certainty showed in his reactions.
Obviously that he was on the smaller end for a brown, and thus more deft, had nothing to do with it.
He caught the glint of red in the smaller bronze's eye, his own twirling fire and blood right back as he soared past, not even wasting a hiss for this would-be competitor. The dark brown too caught his attention—were these to be her lovers? Or her minders? He snorted at their watchful glances. The easiest way to deal with competition was to not let there be any, and so that was what he did. Even the blue, who should have been the quickest of the lot, was hanging back, as if he needed permission of all things. You know what you want, he reiterated to the green as he swooped close, a claw's breadth from snatching her in this prime moment, with so few others daring to get near. You are what I want. You are what they all want— A deep, ridiculing chuckle as he glanced, just for a moment, at the trailing males, Or what they think they want. Take who you want, before the choice is taken from your claws and into someone else's. As if to emphasize the point, he ducked close, snatching at her tail as she flitted just out of reach. His intent was quite clear, and though his brush of interest remained gentle, there was the steel of intent behind it, an aftertaste of barely-checked lust and desire, one breath of returned interest from her away from flaring into white-hot intensity.
He'd come to this Weyr, this prison of stone and ice and servitude, just for her, after all. Because she'd called, and because it was her, and because that it was her, calling, was enough.
Whoops, there they went... Off like a shot. The bronze dragon flapped his large wings hard, but he was rather big for a bronze. At maximum size, covered with muscle, the bronze was a force to be reckoned with.... but he was also slow while in flight. In fact, the bronze quite suddenly found himself lagging well behind them all!
. . . well . . .that was neither here nor there. The night was young, and the green was swift, but that didn't mean he didn't desire, and didn't want. Though his eyes whirled purple, he tried hard to catch up to the rest of the group. Perhaps the green would swing around -- perhaps he would find a gust of wind to push him forward. For now, though, he could simply bide his time and watch.... Make a plan. He did not doubt he would make up for his slow start -- it was practically his signature move when it came to chasing greens.
Don't give in so quickly! Why waste your night with an unfamiliar brown, when he might well be gone come sunrise? He called out from the back, sending the green a wave of lust and intrigue her way. Yeah. That... That was the right thing to say, wasn't it? If he were a green he would want at least a chance for talk, and cuddles, and nice things.... Just like his rider!
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Meanwhile, S'del found himself moving back to his weyr. Or at least, he hoped he was going in the right direction. He felt slow, heavy, and Cynosuth seemed so far away... Where was Cynosuth's? No. He didn't want him. He wanted A'ye. And yet. There was no A'ye, either. As frutrating as it was, maybe that was for the best. He was already feeling pent up, and still didn't know what to make of the green rider. They were . . . friends? Sure, Kindeth had caught Oyath, and they had quite the night of it, but nothing had really happened since. With Kindeth chasing another green, would A'ye even want to see him?
Ugh, what a mess. No. He jut needed to get to his weyr and suffer through alone. Unfortunately, his movements were slow, similar to Kindeth's flight. Cynosuth was there, streaking across the sky like a veritable shooting star and he was so far behind. No, not S'del, but Kindeth. Yes. He was still stumbling blindly through the Bowl, trying to keep a grip on his thoughts, and not fade too far into Kindeth's lust-fueled mental-connection.
