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She rand down her pursuers with a vengeance, claws flashing for flesh, grabbing, ripping where she could. Rather than shooting out the far side of the cloud of dragons, though, she banked. No more would she flee from those who sought to claim her! They would have to FIGHT! Fight to snare her! She tangled between the bodies, screaming, biting, lashing out, kicking, beating against their bodies with her wings. Her energy spiked, but how long could the fire burn so hot without flaring out a moment later??

No...NO! You will not have me! None shall have me! It is I who will have you, if you are worthy!! Now...come and try to be worth my ire..!! It was a battle royale in the air for the right, and the green drew her suitors like a sun drew in wayward comets, to burn and streak to their death, if that was what it took to join her in a final conflagration.



Shoggoth's Stats:
Strength: 18
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 16
Wits: 10
HP: 15/23
FINAL score: 10+16+19+12=57

NPC Vistath

With a roar the bronze twisted into the battle against the green, though he somehow managed to avoid her claws and teeth Vistath did feel the lash of her wings and tail. It was to his benefit that with his strength it didn't damage him overly much, but foul his wings a bit it did. She was rage and fire and while he didn't wish to gain control over her he did want very strongly to catch her into a fall.

Ichor from her fight with the blue splashed across him and once more the purple in his eyes flashed to red as he whipped his body back with all the strength he could. It wouldn't do to get so wounded and not be able to preform his duties for the right to catch. While he didn't pull out of the flight, he was prepared to step away from the fight itself.

HP: 32/35
Strength: 14
Speed: 8
Stamina: 12
Dexterity: 7
Wits: 6

Round 1: 14/22
Round 2: 8/15
Round 3: 2/20
Round 4: 22/26

Total: 46

The brown had gone into this with anger in his heart, but it was as nothing compared to the other dragons this time: a candle compared to a raging forest fire. As Shoggoth bit and tore and clawed into them, Argoth found himself less and less willing to Chase. His hearts already hurt; why make his body go through this as well, for someone who wouldn't give him a second look anyway?

With a gurgled wail, he veered away from the throng and back towards his weyr, where he would nurse his wounds. Let a more suitable male champion her this Flight.

((argoth withdraws bc he's a weenie and his dice don't wanna play))

stats
HP: 26
str: 15
spd: 11
dex: 9
stam: 15
wits: 10
Base points for brown: 40pts
Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
Fit/Motivated: +10 points

round totals: 29
round 1: 3
round 2: 13
round 3: 5
round 4: 8 jfc dude

Competitors fell away, fearful of her weapons, or wounded, or tired. It made little difference to Shoggoth—so long as there were bodies in the sky, she would rend them. She closed now with Raumoloth, her clutchmate, her longest 'friend', her dearest foe. Eyes blood red, teeth flashing, she snapped and bit and screeched. She knew, she knew he would fight to claim her...but as she twisted away, arcing out to speed in again, she tangled with another suitor. One that had been waiting, watching, strong in another way.

Perhaps it was the bronze's size, or his stamina, his patient calculating choices that got the best of the raging beast, but suddenly she found her own wings swallowed up by his larger ones. Her neck twisted around, eyes flashing as she screamed at him—and louder as the action of turning his way left her neck looped with his. Her claws dug into his bulk, but he was too large to kick away. And the more she clung to him, the more instinct, and another type of raging need took hold.

Mine...you are MINE! All other thoughts, concerns were tossed aside as she wound about the bronze like a many-tentacled beast.

NPC Vistath

While he didn't know exactly what he was expecting from this flight, other than to do his best to catch the furious little green that had lit up the sky with her rage, Vistath certainly hadn't expected her to all but twist into his larger body. Not at all ready for her to smash into him bodily, the bronze was ripped into by her claws even as he twisted the length of his neck and tail with hers, wings working to keep them both in the air as he seized his opportunity. She had come to him and it didn't matter that it was in anger or error or even both, all that mattered was she was now tangled up with him, claws shredding at first and then clinging on as she screamed and claimed him as her own.

And for this flight, that seemed quite the win. Ignoring the shrieking fury of the blue that sought to rip them apart to claim what had never been his own to do so with in this flight, Vistath pulled her tight and wound his neck and tail about hers, hoping the proximity would end the rending of his skin. While briefly, it is an honor. His voice rumbled as his large wings carried them away.