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Don't it, though? I always sleep best during a storm! And she was off, her powerful wings carrying her higher and higher! Rheinoth sprang from the ground in a spray of sand, beating his wings mightily to try and keep pace with the Queen. Whoever you pick will count themselves lucky, no doubt!

As for him? Sure, she'd be a fine lady to dance with, but he was just as glad to come along for the ride!

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Rheinoth: A very relaxed dragon! Rheinoth is the definition of chill and has no shame about it. He'd prefer it if everyone had a good time and is definitely the peacemaker of most groups.

K'dan: Prone to overthinking and general anxiety, but hides it well. He can be a little cagey with strangers, but has a good heart.

(Since Baihath will be involved with the clutch, I'm just playing for fun and do NOT want to win Kha's flight! <3)

Base points for brown: 40 points
- Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
- Average/Normal: +5 points
- Peaceful, Caring, Respectful, or Loving Dragons: +5 points

Total: 60 pts

Strength: 10
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 15
Wits: 15

Round 1: STR + STAM = 17

How lucky for us to get to be here and see, he could practically feel the salivating - not him, but those he laid his judgement down upon. He made idle note of those who were guilty and deserved his ire - leaving their mates for their lack of gleaming hide, for example. How cruel.

But he was not there to fight for their honor. Atarith was there to fight for hers. He pushed up and off his ledge as Khamaith made her leap into the sky, rumbling appreciatively at the feeling of rain on his hide. Whether it would make for a muggy, hot, flight would remain to be seen. For now, he had but to keep his eyes upon her. And perhaps on some of these others who had already made fools of themselves.

How high would you desire we take you, my dear? To the edge of the sky? Past the clouds? Who will remain when you are done, I wonder?


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(I just had the NPC clutch so I am entering because ilu, please don't pick him!)

Atarith is a Gentleman - a dueling gentleman who takes great offense at those who do not mind their manners. While he is not vicious, he is very stern and prone to altercations because of it.

L'sil may find a nice friend for the night, we'll see. Charming, intelligent, resourceful;Controlling, Demanding, Defiant.

STATS:
Bronze: 45
17 years old: 10
Fit: 10
Respectful: 5
TOTAL: 70

Strength: 20
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 8
Stamina: 19
Wits: 15

Why hellooo, handsomes! Khamaith had gathered quite the collection for herself, virtually every shade of bronze and brown available, and he couldn't help but admire while they all waited for the Flight to begin. He was full of appreciation for the lady, too, but as he knew he hadn't the faintest chance of success in that pursuit, it didn't hurt to peruse the options, as it were. When this whole affair came to an end, she would only need one, and surely at least one of these strapping fellows would need consoling.

Much as he wanted to flirt, however, he restrained himself for now; it would be poor manners indeed to actively attempt to woo any of her suitors away...but if he happened to impress them with his flying in the meantime, well, that wasn't quite the same. I could for a little while, anyway - but though I will dance for you, I promise not to steal the spotlight. As though he could! He was among the very finest of blues, but there was no competing with a Queen on this day of all days. And so the oath was lighthearted, a coy little amusement rather than vanity.

It was as he was surveying the assembly that Khamaith began, and he lingered a few moments to appreciate all rippling musculature and broad wings on display before following suit, bunching his long legs beneath him and springing into the air in one leap.

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Tierboskath's Stats
Blue: 30
Less than 5: +3
Fit/Motivated: +10
Peaceful, etc.: +5
Smooth-talker: +2
Total: 50

Strength: 4
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 6
Wits: 12

The moment of affection, however brief, sent a shudder of pleasure through the bronze and sharpened his hunger, turning a blooding very nearly into more of a manic feast. By the thinnest, flimsiest grip of control on the beast, En'cai held him back from that edge, but Spurth's enthusiasm was messy, to say the least. You will see, he promised Khamaith as breathlessly as any dragon could think at another. I will show you. I will not disappoint you. Can not disappoint you, Khamaith. You will see!

And when she finally toook to the sky, Spurth shot up after her, diving upward, after the glowing streak that she made even against a stormy sky. He. Would. Not. Fail.

Beneath him, the shudder that had wracked Spurth sent En'cai a few steps sideways as he made his way out of a corridor and into the bowl. Rain, yes. Rain was good. Rain would cool his skin. He paused, swaying slightly, and turned his face up to the water that fell, eyes closed moment before he continued on his way.
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Spurth: Energetic and confident, this bronze is a friendly guy. Determined and demnding, particularly of En'cai. He has very high expectations and can be very hard on himself if he fails to meet them, but he doesn't sulk. He just gets up and tries again. He also possesses quite a sense of humor and enjoys playing, whether that's romping in the lake or racing or chasing in a Flight.

En;cai: Not nearly as intimidating as he might look at first glance, En'cai is tall (6'5") and broad and carries a lot of muscle, but he is very rarely angry or threatening. He's just really good at doing the literal heavy lifting and sometimes is a little more enthusiastic than he needs to be. Perpetually late, despite his best efforts.

Strength: 16
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 17
Wits: 12

Round 1: (str + sta) 30/33

She called to him, and he watched in awe as the golden comet that was Khamaith rose into view. There was no doubt about it now--it was time.
Unfortunately for Vanidoth, now was also the time he slipped on a particularly slick patch upon takeoff, which cost him valuable time. A pang of despair stabbed at his hearts, cold and vicious; but the memory of her mental touch, so warm and tender, chased away all other thoughts.
You're... I can't find the words. He knew all her suitors would be addressing her with much better poetry than he could craft. Vanidoth's hope was that his feelings would speak more than he could, and so he let his hearts flow freely to her. I don't think there's any that could do you justice. You're the sun, out to spite the storm--it can't stop you.

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About Vanidoth: Quiet, polite, and understated, Vanidoth is definitely a dragon best suited to staying out of the limelight. He doesn't like having a lot of attention placed on him, and would much rather deflect all of that focus to someone else. He's hardworking and dependable, but gets easily embarrassed if he's recognized for his contributions.

About S'gatte: Not involved!

Vanidoth's Stats
Base Bronze points: 45
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Fit/Motivated: +10
Respectful: +5
Total points: 70

Strength: 16
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 18
Wits: 15

Round 1 :: Strength + Stamina = 1-34. 1
Round 2 ::

The bronze dragon said nothing at the gold's comments. If she wished to gush and sigh and swoon over each one of her suitors, than she certainly had more energy to waste than him. Stepping from foot to foot with impatience, the brown dragon's tail thrashed behind him with pent up energy. He wasn't here for conversation, and, quite frankly, neither were any of the males waiting for Khamaith to make her move.

Everyone knew why they were here, and to believe otherwise was nothing short of foolish. She was young, but how many of these bronzes actually paid her an ounce of attention on any other day? Try to gain favor now, try to persuade her that they had what she wanted. Given her hearts already belonged to another -- and never mind his personal thoughts on that whole affair -- so really, it just a drawn out charade.

Khamaith wanted someone suitable. Maybe this was her way of getting to know those who chased, but surely she was clever enough to know it was just a ruse. If flowery speech and false promises were what lost him the flight, than so be it.

As soon as the queen took off, Uskatath sprung from his ledge. If he snapped and pushed past a few of the contenders, he paid them no mind as soon as he was gone. His focus was on Khamaith. He certainly didn't want to outfly her, and he didn't want to risk using too much energy early on. Who knew what hoops she'd make them jump through?

You won't get honeyed promises from me, Queen. But I'm bronze enough to give you what you need, and strong enough to carry you back to your white, satisfied. I'll give you large clutch, and clever, capable offspring who won't speak false-flattery just to Impress a dame.

Maybe, though, that was this very problem... But he was who he was, and had no intention of changing that.

N'sarl, for his part, was only half-away of the rain. It was wet, there was thunder, and he honestly wasn't sure where he needed to go. Did he find Ezyzu? Did he simply stumble around like a half-feral beast until he found willing prey? The other half-of him was high up in the sky, snarling and snapping at those who might try to get in his way, or take what should rightfully be his.

His fingers twitched with anticipation. The chase was on, but where he was headed, he hardly seemed to notice, or care. Right now, N'sarl-Uskatath was in two places at once--and wit every beat of his wings, he found himself farther, and farther from the Bowl.
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Uskatath He is a bronze who would probably suit High Reaches Weyr better than Western. That said, he remains out of a sense of duty--for now. He's judgmental, pompous, arrogant, and not entirely a friendly sort of bronze. He's all edges, and not afraid of a good fight. But he is a formidable Threadfighter and reliable (if unpleasant) wingmate.

N'sarl: He was once trouble, and even after Impression, hasn't gotten much better. He's considered transferring to High Reaches, but remains for now. He's aloof, rough-around-the-edges, and generally hard to get to know. He's slightly-less-pompous than his bronze, and can (quietly) do good things when the mood strikes.


(I am only playing to have fun and do NOT want to win Khamaith's flight! So please don't pick them. I do plan on creating them down the road.)

Base points for bronze: 45 points
- Between 6-20 turns: +10 points
- Motivated: +10 points
- Mean-spirited, Cruel, and Unkind Dragons: -5 points
- Colorist attitudes, particularly towards whites: -10 points
50 total

Please distribute your total points in the below stats based on your dragon’s history and personality.

Strength:15
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 15
Wits: 7

[NPC] Z'ost of brown Fusoroth

Fusoroth bugled loudly, proudly, as he rose up after her. While his wing beats weren't quick, and he was definitely not quick, the beats were strong, pulling his bulk through the air. Dearest Khamaith, who outshines many around, if I were an artistic dragon, I would carve your likeness into stone! Perhaps he would, when Atriziath and Hers came around again, he'd ask her to show him how!

His thoughts didn't hold him back, though - His bulk did. While Fusoroth had the passion to chase, he wasn't much in shape for it, and lagged behind. Still, his hearts were in it!

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From this point on, just... Interpret his bold speak as 'shouting', I can't keep doing caps, ROFL

Stats:
Strength: 15
Speed: 4
Dexterity: 6
Stamina: 15
Wits: 10

Round 1: St+Sp - 15+4 = 19 = 2
Round 2:
Round 3:
Round 4:
Round 5:
Total: 2