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Vosin knew time was drawing near. She saw the signs in Killakeeth's temper, and her brightening hide. The young red-headed woman kept them close to Western Weyr with trivial tasks and waited.

One early morning, the light had just barely begun to brighten horizon when fury and passion woke Vosin from her sleep. It would be now. Killakeeth rose from her sandy wallow with fury in her movements. She hissed as her eyes whirled with deep reds and purples. The gold, despite her bulk, moved quickly to the feeding pens.

Vosin rolled from her bed and grabbed a robe to throw about her shoulders as she dashed after her dragon. Blood it only! Wills clashed silently as she sped down the path. Vosin sensed the dragon kill a herdbeast with a swipe of her claws and lower her muzzle over the warm body. Don't you dare eat it Killakeeth! Blood it! Vosin skidded to a halt at the edge of the pens, green eyes flashing as she imposed her will upon the huge beast.

Killakeeth snarled, her tail lashing but eventually latched onto the throat and sucked it dry. The hot blood going down her throat felt right and she knew she'd fly high and far today. She rose up and took down a second, and drained it as well. Killakeeth raised her muzzled and roared into the twilight light of morning.

Wake my dragons! Wake and raise wing and talon to fly with me! Killakeeth called and launched herself into the sky still speckled here and there with night stars.




Vosin: Loves adventures. Values her family (her siblings) the most. Can get carried away by her emotions.
Killakeeth: Values her self pleasures. Can be nice or mean.


Killakeeth’s Stats:
Gold: 50
Age 6-10: +3
Rotund/Lazy: +0 points
Ruthless: +5
Total: 58

Strength: 15
Intelligence: 12
Speed: 8
Endurance: 13
Fight: 10

T'mor had been all wound up about the baby and it had made him stricter with Phylideth than he'd been even when they'd first become Wingleaders. Even Cloveth's attentions hadn't been enough for the brown - not that they were particularly dedicated to each other in the way their riders had become, as far as he saw it.

So when the call went out, the glimmering hide of Killakeeth stirring in the early lights of morning, he too stirred rumbling like the beast he was and stirring his rider awake. Wha- Killakeeth takes to the sky! I am going! Do not stop me T'mor didn't even try to tether his brown to his ledge, instead shifting in bed to cuddle up closer with Amiari in his half-awake stupor.

It was the best place to be anyways.

Phylideth, on the other claw, pushed off and up to follow after the rising gold, bellowing answer to her beckoning. I come for you! There is no need for the others when the best has already arrived!

Rider: T'mor (Already has a kid on the way with a lovely greenrider. He is not available during this)
Dragon: Phylideth
Color: Brown


Phylideth's Stats
Brown Dragon: +35
6 Turns: +3
Motivated: +10
Ruthess: +5 (Rude and Selfish, really)
Total: 53


Strength: 17
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 8
Endurance: 13
Fight: 10

The morning sun always found the smaller brown form of Wolveth already awake and perched upon the heights, watching the surrounding area while his slept on. There was no difference this day even as red whirling eyes watched the progress of a shinning gold hide go to the feeding pens and then back into the air.

Purple moved to tinge the color of his eyes as he watched the lovely golds progress, an angry rumble echoing through his chest at the sight of another male already in the air.

You haven't even taken off yet... The words from his bonded were lazy and almost bored. Wolveth snarled in response before he took to the air. He ignored the other brown at this time focusing on the golden queen before him.

You shouldn't have to deal with a dragon as pathetic as this one. The words were spoken in a deep guttural growl as he neared the pair. There would be others following after her and he was ready, and willing, to draw ichor to prove he was the best.


Rider: Aurelia(Female so Not really possible)
Dragon: Wolveth
Color: Brown

Wolveth's Stats
Brown: 35
Age 6-10: +3
Fit: +10
Ruthless: +5
Total: 53

Strength: 11
intelligence: 12
Speed: 10
Endurance: 10
Fight: 10

NPC L’nan of Bronze Verituth

It was early morning, the time for sleepy soakings and reading over a cup of klah. What it was not time for, in L’nan’s opinion, was roaring dragons and sudden flightlust. His dragon, who was not the one roaring at least, was already moving though and L’nan had no chance of retrieving him from the flight. With a slightly put-upon sigh, and a good deal of pouting, the man rose from his tub and set about getting ready to go find this Goldrider.

Verituth was much less reluctant to court a lovely lady this fine morning. Within moments of hearing the call the bronze was up and moving. A fine wake up call indeed, radiant Killakeeth! He surged out from his ledge. I cannot think of a more worthy challenge to rise for today.

Rider: L’nan (Open to having a kid? Y)
Dragon: Verituth
Color: Bronze

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 11
Speed: 9
Endurance: 12
Fight: 7

Bronze: 40
Age: 8 +3
Average: +5
Sweet/kind: +3
Total: 51

Honestly, he'd been noticing Killakeeth for the last few days. Her hide had been glowing, and she? She was growing more and more beautiful every day. With a low rumble in his chest that night, the bronze had settled in for sleep. It was as dawn's rays just began to brighten the horizon that a roar woke both dragon and rider, Sigurath looking out over the ground of Western with a bugle of contentment in turn to her challenge. Eyes whirled a deep purple, studded with blues like stars themselves. His rider couldn't help the low laugh, settling back in to his bed and making a gesture. The intent was clear. Sigurath had free reign to fly the Gold, for H'ral was content in his place at the moment. No need to warn the bulky creature.

One powerful thrust of his wings drew him up, higher and faster, in to the sky, crooning loudly and offering the lovely gold a soft hum of approval, Beautiful Killakeeth, your hide shines like the brightest star Pern could ever hope to see. Today is yours, and the honor of chasing is mine. I will ever strive to equal you in flight, for nothing would please me more than the pleasure of your company. True, the bronze was the poetic sort, but did this Gold not deserve it? She far outshone any competition here. The sun itself shall pale in the glory of your hide. He would fly for her, and he would fight, for his place was here...in the sky, chasing her.



H'ral: Kind, gentle, a father figure, really. He's not really shy about taking partners, but is a bit adverse to it at the moment. (Has 3 kids, no more pls)

Bronze Sigurath: Driven, Motivated, Strong-willed, Good natured, Protective, Poetic.

Stats
Bronze: 40
Age 11 and up: +5
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
Sweet/Kind: +3
Total: 58pts

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 13
Speed: 10
Endurance: 13
Fight: 10

NPC K'srin of Bronze Cyndreth
Killakeeth rises.

The bronze's tail lashed, as he watched from the feeding pens. He'd known she would rise--everyone did. Her hide, her personality shifts, her timing...they'd all pointed to one thing. Cyndreth was ready, of course. Not that he'd known it would be right now, exactly, but he didn't want to miss it, so he'd been hanging around. Of course she'd come here, before heading into the skies...not that the queen would have let anyone miss her.

Lovely. A perfect day to win a flight. K'srin grinned, stretching and jumping from his bed. Winning a goldflight at Western didn't mean quite as much as it did elsewhere, but it could still give him a leg up. Any edge he could get over his competition would be just that--an edge. Naturally, he couldn't waste an opportunity. He had plots and plans, enough ready for any situation, but he was biding his time.

Cyndreth siring eggs, at the very least, would be a boon.

Cyndreth watched Killakeeth, quietly glancing around at the other gathering dragons. He wouldn't underestimate any of them, but were these the best the Weyr had to offer? He was confident in his own abilities. He gave Killakeeth a quiet nod, already assessing every factor he could, but he didn't speak. Not yet. Instead, he simply followed her into the air.


K'srin is a man who is difficult to pin down; while he seems rather superficial and carefree at first glance, perhaps even indulgent and vain, there is an edge beneath the surface that he doesn't try to hide. His true ambitions are known to few, but he does seem charismatic and charming, for all his flaws. He's definitely up to something...but what?

Cyndreth's "edge" is even greater than his rider, at least in terms of overtness. Not an especially nice dragon, but not a cruel one either, Cyndreth is chilly and calculating, willing to do whatever will net him the greatest gain. Every risk must be calculated before he takes it. Luckily, he's a quick thinker, and capable of making split second decisions. When emotions are high, he becomes surprisingly emotional and vicious, known to lash out, even if it ruins his plans. He tries to avoid this.



Rider: K'srin (Yes, accidental children are good.)
Dragon: Cyndreth
Color: Bronze

Bronze: 40
Age 6-10: +3
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
Cunning: +2
Total: 55

Strength: 12
Intelligence: 15
Speed: 8
Endurance: 10
Fight: 10

Now there was something. The pre-dawn sky had just begun to pale with the faint pinks and purple-greys that heralded the morning, the colors bleeding into periwinkle blues that streaked across the world to roll back the wall of night over the still-sleepy Weyr. On his distant perch, the watchdragon rose and stretched, blue wings flapping against the already balmy air. Even this early there was a faint hum about the place; like the great Terran cities of old, long forgotten to the people of Pern, the Weyrs never truly slept. Someone was always working, moving, and a few dark flecks could be seen sliding across the sandy bowl. Like trundlebugs they crawled from place to place, going about whatever morning duties called them. Up on their ledges or in the sandy pits about the scattered huts leading away towards the beach, the sounds of dragons spread; rolling, yawning, and the rare trill or chirp.

But today it was not the sun that rose from the horizon, glittering and dappled with a molten glow—or at least it was not the golden star of Rukbat that caught Nasath's attention and awe, rousing him from a dreamy half-slumber where he lay upon his cool stone couch—it was Killakeeth.

Up like a light the bronze rose in a flash, the burnished bulk of his form moving swifter than his girth belied. Onto his feet, onto the edge; he perched just a moment with his wings half unfurled, cupping the air and feeling it curl. A faint breeze off the sea, full of the scents of salt and the iron tang of blood, freshly spilled, and the unique spice of dragonhide... It was more than enough, and even before the golden dragon's cry of enticing challenge rang out, he was off, his eyes full of fuschias, mallows, and phlox. He bunched onto his haunches and then launched into the sky: one great bounding leap all it took to bear him aloft. He was not alone in his want, of course—many would come for the honor of winning such a glorious dragon's attention—but he paid them all little mind as he soared after his prize. He could not blame them, or fault them, though inside he already felt a small twist of pity; surely she would chose himself, of course, and the rest would be left wanting. He banked in a close arc to the pale cloudy brown, coming up from behind and choosing that exact moment to bellow out, his brassy trumpet exploding joyfully into the air from just over Phylideth's shoulder.

Handsome Killakeeth, worry not! You've got all these fine suitors to choose from, as you well deserve, but the best is here now! Even if the rest fail to pass your muster, Nasath will be here to indulge your every whim and want, my sweet dawn-star!

Down below in the weyr, his rider curled deeper into his bed, one hand already tugging his pillow over his head to smother the bugles and snarls that soon filled the air. It was near enough to the time he arose, A'iel considered glumly from beneath the soft barrier—not that much in way of work would get done today, with half the Weyr getting caught up in the sport and excitement of a goldflight. He felt a slight nudge through the bond with his dragon, the bronze chuffing, amused, at his lack of enthusiasm. You ought to find yourself one to catch as well, you know—they'd be lucky to have you—since you probably won't be able to get much done otherwise anyway. But rather than rise, the man simply pulled the pillow tighter over his head, sighing into the mattress noncommittally.


Rider: A'iel (not present, and thus no bb from him!)
Dragon: Nasath
Color: Bronze
STATS
-Bronze: 40
-Age 6-10: +3
-Motivated: +10 points
-Sweet/Kind: +3 (Loving...to the ladies, at least)
TOTAL: 56

Strength: 18
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 9
Endurance: 14
Fight: 5

Oh.

Oh.

Garganth's head snapped up from the sandy wallow he'd made for himself, woken soundly from his slumber by the summons that already had his hearts beating double-time. The huge, scarred bronze surged to his feet, his enormous wings fanning out so they could beat hard and help him climb into the skies. He bellowed in response to the roar that had sounded out, his eyes whirling with indigo hues as he joined the gathering swarm of other bronze and brown forms.

Killakeeth! Mighty queen! He roared once more, his eyes fixed upon the gloriously shining figure framed against the coming dawn. I fly for you! Together, we will make many large, strong eggs!

If Garganth's racket hadn't woken M'lus by now (it had), his dragon's surging emotions certainly would have. The broad-shouldered rider rubbed at his face, shaking the last, clinging cobwebs of sleep from his head before rising. He silently sent Garganth waves of support and encouragement, and smiling faintly to himself when he received the bronze's excitement in turn. If things got ugly.... well. Garganth was a big boy--and he could certainly take a beating. M'lus hoped it wouldn't come to that... but he knew that Garganth wouldn't be dissuaded.

He headed outside of his small dwelling, silently intending to find where Vosin was.

Bronze: 40
Age 11 and up: +5
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
Sweet: +3
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Total: 58

Rider: M'lus
(Open to having a kid? Yuuuup.) Muse has decided otherwise!
Dragon: Garganth
Color: Bronze

Strength: 17
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 12
Endurance: 18
Fight: 6