[Gold Flight] A Golden Afternoon: Fianth's Flight! Open!

[Smerdle]

Her short-lived praise warmed his blood, spurring Rixth higher and faster. Instinct told him to keep up with the rest, but there was something off about this chase. The queens he'd seen usually streaked out ahead, golden beacons leading their trails of suitors, but this one was nowhere to be found. Was she hiding? He angled a wing, peering through the clouds as he slowed.

Clever Fianth. Even if hanging back had been a mistake on her part, it had still proven an effective test. Your beloved ranges ahead, keeping the others occupied so that we might get to know each other better.

He remained alert, poised to chase as soon as she made her next move.

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Rixth's Stats

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Bronze: 45pts
15 turns: +7 points
Fit: +10 points
Unaffiliated: +1
Respectful and Polite: +5pts
Total: 68

Strength: 16
Speed: 14
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 17
Wits: 11

1. str + spd = 16 + 14 = 30 // 24 - 2 = 22
2. str + dex + wits = 16 + 10 + 11 = 37 // 13

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[Shaddaling]

Irath replied, warm and welcoming. The brown burbled merrily, pushing upwards, wings open wide as he enter the clouds and shifted, skimming over them lightly.



Rolls for Irath
15+10=25
Irath 67

Strength: 15
Speed:10
Dexterity:10
Stamina:15
Wits:17

Roll 1: 18
Strength 15 + Dexterity 10 + Wits 17=42
Roll 2 =28

Total:=46  

[Shaddaling]

Ihiannsith rumbled, relaxed and pushed along into the clouds, wing sail gaining air and giving him a shove of height and speed to shorten the distance.

He thought he had gained simply air and avoided the hint of pale blue but a resounding crack and a sharp bit of pain met he had strayed a bit. He shook his head and accepted it, focusing.


Ihiannsith: 60

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


Roll 1 =4
Roll 2 =
15+10+10=35

Total 35+4-3=36  

[Shaddaling]

Danger roll zone
3. Out of nowhere the blue swoops in, flying right into your path. For a moment you think you can duck around him, then CRACK! Like a whip his tail snaps out, striking across your snout! -3 to total score.  

[medigel]

I wouldn't be so bold to say as much, a sheepish Argoth replied, but the compliment was more than enough to wash him of the sting in his snout. But I didn't know! He must be very good at it to have your hearts. And the fierceness...

So, what to follow up with, then? He didn't like songs being interrupted, but going back to it now seemed wrong. Perhaps he could use it as the chance for a new selection!

It was then that Fianth brought them ever upward, through the clouds. It reminded the brown of the way prey would bound through the woods, or try to camouflage, use the elements against them. Not that Fianth was as low as prey, of course, but she was a designated target trying to lose him, and he couldn't help but sharply brake as he broke through a wisp of cloud. Argoth swiveled his head about as he caught his breath and issued a hunter's clarion of a trumpet, a delighted tune in and of itself in love of the chase. She wouldn't lose him, even if her blue bit his forks off! (Although please...no...)

And so did Argoth begin a new, more fast-paced jig as he scoured the clouds methodically, even attempting to flap his wings to dispel them so he might find her faster. Perhaps the lively song would bring her to the rhythm, closer and closer still, until her taste for poetry included his voice, inner and outer alike.

If darting among all the clouds would delight you,
I'll chase and then pin you up as a star!
A Rukbat so lovely you'd clear up the sky,
I would chase you across the wide world so far!

Ulix? Why, Ulix was making his way down-weyr, walking slow, faces go, as he was Olliah-bound. And he whistled as he did so; how couldn't he, when his brown was so inspired? Used to flightlust and delighting in it, he knew there would be at least a handful of other suitors there. Best to make an entrance.

He whistled louder.

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about ulix
A proud, eye-patch wearing specimen of a strong man who used to hunt both animals and lawbreakers for holds before his dragon finally convinced him to go back home. Think Gaston if he were a lot more clever. (And a momma's boy.)

argoth
pros: patient, dutiful, loyal
cons: low self esteem, clingy, sensitive
basically a draconic dog with a p good singing voice who wants to be told he's a good boy

stats (base brown [40], between 16-45 [10], fit/motivated [10], hr resident [5], respectful/polite/kind/loving [5] = 70)
STR: 15
SPD: 15
DEX: 15
STAM: 20
WITS: 5

rolls
Round 1: 16/30 (-3)
Round 2: 2/35
TOTAL: 18

 

[Hattaki]

Watching the pale gold dance between suitors and the clouds, leaving a twisting trail behind her as she went that his eyes never left. Despite hearing the words snarled at him by the other males chasing after her too, though only those two to his luck, he could ignore them in this moment as he watched her dancing. Ichor sprayed about from the damage that the blue dragon was inflicting, raining down like a green storm from teeth and claws alike, but thus far Zioneth was rather happy to have stayed out of his path of damage.

Not that he would have fought back, for the gold was his only goal in this and he had no need to really open up to others while she was talking to him. Taking a deep breath as he pushed his wings to rise even higher than he was before, though he was still so very far behind the pack from where he'd have rather been, Zioneth eased the aggressiveness from his voice even if it was an effort to do so. Nothing for you to worry yourself with, glowing queen. It seems that two dragons are sore losers from another flight when a gold lady chose me. He wasn't flirtatious, he wasn't overly fawning to anyone that had ever existed, not even his own rider.

Though in quieter moments he could admit that he deeply loved his rider even if he'd never reached out to tell her that more than once. Bail always knew somehow and never forced it.

Just as he was letting the thrill of chasing settle over him once more a voice invaded his head that didn't belong to the dazzling pale queen or his drunken rider. A voice that forced him to grind his teeth a bit and growl deep in his throat. Glancing backwards Zioneth's eyes turned a deep red color and then sparked green with wickedly cruel amusement. BRAVE WORDS. IF YOU WERE SO CONCERNED ABOUT ARIATH YOU WOULDN'T BE CHASING ANOTHER GOLD WOULD YOU?! BUT THEN YOUR LADY CHOSE ME THAT TIME, WHAT DOES THAT SAY FOR YOU? YOU CHOSE HER AND HERE YOU ARE ALL THE SAME! Nose crinkling, the brown dragon snorted in Iptoneth's direction, pompous bronze. It wasn't as if he knew who he really was, the reasons why he left and wasn't fond of Weyrs, not to mention if he caught golden Fianth he was more than happy to vacate so that her chosen male could rest beside her and help the gold raise her eggs. It wasn't the gold or the blue's fault that they couldn't fly one another but they deserved whatever affection they had for one another with eggs and together(however disgusting that was to him on a personal level). Would a pompous bronze dragon be able to do the same thing for the gold and her love?

iF YOU'D LIKE TO TRY AND PROVE ME WRONG I'LL BE UP HERE OUTFLYING YOU. he shot down to Iptoneth as he surged forward once more, eyes turning back towards Fianth.

Dea and #Teddy#

Now he's LITERALLY asking for it. ;3

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Zioneth's Stats:

- Base points for brown: 40pts
- Between 6-15 turns: +7 points
- Fit/Motivated: +10 points
- Unaffiliated: +1
- Genuinely cruel, mean, or unkind dragons: -5pts

Total points: 53

Strength: 17
Speed: 9
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 15
Wits: 3

Round 1: 13/26
Round 2: 16/29  

[Dragon Berri]

Quest/NPC P'enli & Bronze Tinsereth
R1: Speed + Strength = 35 || 34
R2: Strength + Dexterity + Wits = 40 || 18
R3:
R4:
R5:
Total: 52

You have nothing to apologize for, Fianth. Emotions run high and you are entitled to feel every last one of them as you wish, Tinsereth assured her as he pumped his wings hard until he was ahead of the golden lady, turning an eye back to send her a violet eyed and smiling look. So she was impressed, was she? At least a little bit. He only needed to keep up the same work, or better, and perhaps he might come out the victor. Fear not, my lady, for I have many surprises in store! he boasted, rolling his body as he tried to keep an eye on the queen. Unfortunately the clouds were beginning to make that harder and harder.

P'enli was halfway to the weyrs before he realized where he was. He shook his head to try and clear it but the Flightlust had him in its claws. Fianth's rider was likely there or headed there, but she also likely had other suitors more...well, more suitable. A surge of desire from Tinsereth wiped P'enli's mind clear of all such thoughts and had him heading toward the weyrs again. His long black hair had come loose from its usual roll on the top of his head but he didn't care at that moment.

Tinsereth's Stats
Base points for bronze: 45pts
- Between 6-15 turns: +7 points
- Fit/Motivated: +10 points
- A Western resident: +3
- Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts
Total: 70

Strength: 20
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 15
Wits: 10  

[ChaosTheories]

Fianth's encouragement made Oboteth's hearts soar where his wings had failed him. He bugled his joy and glided through the clouds, feeling the cool mist against his hide as it washed away any doubts that he was welcome there. She was clever, keeping herself hidden to make sure no one could catch her when she didn't yet wish it. An experienced flier, indeed.

You are certainly a kind gold, Oboteth said, speaking truthfully. Let others try to flatter her with songs of beauty; she already had someone to give her those words, and they had a truer meaning than if he had spoken them. Somehow, he was managing to reach farther, farther... yet still so far away!

Other suitors might speak of siring strong clutches, Oboteth continued, but have many proved that they could? I have had the opportunity to be a father at my home Weyr, bright Fianth. Let me show you.

The big bronze presented her with memories of when his sons and daughters hatched. Fierce, colourful hatchlings emerging from their shells, strength and power already in their developing limbs, as they picked through Candidates for the perfect partner. He lingered on the memories of his blue sons, hoping that the vision would appeal to Fianth. Their blue hides, blue wings, powerful and glistening even right out of the shell. Perhaps the memory would appeal to Krah as well.

If you allow me to catch you, dear Fianth, it would bring me joy to watch the hatchlings grow. However, I will graciously step aside if you so wish... I will not push, Oboteth finished, allowing his fondness for hatchlings seep into the feelings of his words. They didn't even have to be his children for him to adore them, but he was particularly fond of his own clutch.

His visibility wasn't good in the clouds, so when he got too close to Krah, it was a shock. He managed to adjust his path just enough to avoid the ferocious blue's claws, his great wings catching the air as he managed to glide out of sight again.

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N'vor stumbled around aimlessly, his mind with Oboteth and not where he was going on the ground. The man accidentally walked into a wall and put his hands out to feel it, before adjusting his course and trying to retain some focus. Now that Oboteth was into the flight, N'vor was almost overwhelmed by the bronze's urges. Would he run into someone who felt the same? He decided to try to make his way to the goldrider's weyr.... wherever it was.

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Oboteth's Stats:

Bronze: 45
Between 6-15 turns: +7 points
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
A Western resident: +3
Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts
Total: 70

Strength: 18
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 18
Wits: 13

Round 1: 2
Round 2: 35 (37-2)  

[ChaosTheories]

DANGER  

[Nilah44]

NPC Bronze Picassath
Total: 34

"I'll show you anything you wish! I might not be the greatest, or the best, but I will give 100%!" She deserved that at least, and Picassath was willing to give what he needed to. He knew his mate would understand, it was part of being a bronze and they accepted that. So all he could do whenever he gave chase was give it his all and hopefully catch the gold's eye. There were many others here, perhaps one of the largest flights he'd flown in and he began to worry about being able to stand out in this crowd of dragons.

L'eo finally made a decision and strode quickly out of his weyr. He was quite calm, he supposed, in comparison to others. Pica had last reported the weyr woman second outside the Weyr by the feeding grounds where she had had to keep Fianth to only blooding. He decided to search her out now, wondering how many others had decided to do the same.

Round 1: Strength + Speed = 10+15=25

Rolled: 21 - 6 = 15
Danger zone:15 - 29
1d4 = 2 - Pain lances through you as Krahsujunth's teeth sink into a softer patch of flesh. You trumpet alarm and manage to pull free, but you've fallen a bit behind in the process! -6 to total score.

Round 2: Strength + dexterity + wits = 10 + 15 + 10 =35

Rolled: 19
Danger zone: Roll of 34 - 48 AND total of 53 - 73
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Base points for bronze: 45pts
Between 16-45 turns: +10 points
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
A High Reaches resident: +5pts
Respectful, Polite, Loving, or Kind dragons: +5pts

Total 65
Strength: 10
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 15
Wits: 10

 

[Andranis]

-LMAO dud-  

[Andranis]

Letting out a hum, Lennoth only moved his wings for now. He watched Krah, with one eye, while also trying to track Fianth. But then she vanished into the clouds, and for a moment he lost sight of her, only hearing her laugh. A rumble came from the brown as he lost some ground scanning for her, nostrils flared. The air was filled with the smells of many, so very many, and of Krah, and-

There, he found her scent, simply following it. The flight wasn't over yet, and he got to listen to Krah pour his heart out to the gold he loved. Such wonderful words you have for her, Krahsujunth, if only the world worked in a way that favored your desires! His tone was not mocking, instead filled with sincerity, truly wishing that Krah could be catch Fianth.

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Lennoth's rolls

Roll 1: Strength(25) + Speed(7) = 32 = 28
Danger zone: 7 points of 12, or 10 points of 29 (Crap) (rolled 3 - So minus 3)
Total: 25
Roll 2: Strength(25) + Dexterity(8 ) + Wits(12) = 45 = 18
Danger zone: Roll of 34 - 48 AND total of 53 - 73
Roll 3: ? + ? = ? = ?
Danger zone:
Roll 4: ? + ? = ? = ?
Danger zone:
Roll 5: ? + ? = ? = ?
Danger zone?:
Total: 46

Lennoth's stats

Brown base points: 40
15 Turns: +7
Fit/Motivated: +10
High Reaches resident: +5
Kind dragon... If lost in thought: +5
Total: 67

Strength: 25
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 8
Stamina: 15
Wits: 12  

[magnadearel]

Hinburath rumbled at the encouragement of the queen. He was fairly content to drift along toward the rear of the pack. That way he could see everything going on ahead of him and collect all the interesting gossip. It was better than worrying he might miss something happening behind him, yet it greatly reduced his chances for winning. He was interested to note the evil glares from the lone blue.


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Brown Hinburath
Base: 40
Age: 12 Turns (+7)
Size: Average (+5)
HR resident (+5)
Total: 57

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

Rolls
Roll 1: 11+11=22 (5)
Roll 2: (s)11 +(d)10 +(w)15= 29/36
Total: 5 +29 = 34  

[magnadearel]

Severith wondered if she meant what she said. He'd heard others speaking of chromatics as lowers. She might say one thing, but her actions perhaps kept the metallics in their places. He eyed the blue ahead of him by quite a bit and couldn't help but wonder if she maybe only truly valued one of their number, while pretending to value the rest so she wouldn't feel bad.

The brown growled to himself. It was something to consider another time and another place. He was doing badly in the flight so far. Very badly! Severith wondered if he was actually the very last dragon of the flight. Focus Severith! His rider snapped at him. Ugh he was only lucky that pathetic excuse for a blue, Zangoth wasn't in this one! He'd surely never hear the end of it. He flapped his wings as he watched the gold followed by the males enter a formation of clouds. Soon it was his turn.


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Brown Severith
Base: 40
Age: 2 Turns (+3)
Size: Average (+5)
HR resident (+5)
Total: 53

Strength: 9
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 11
Wits: 13

Rolls
Roll 1: 9+10= 7/19
Roll 2: (s)9 +(d)10 +(w)13= 6/32
Totals: 7 +6 = 13  

[stella cinere]

NEVERMIND