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Tsunake generated a random number between
1 and 26 ...
5!
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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 4:44 am
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Uta generated a random number between
1 and 8 ...
4!
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 6:26 pm
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The queen strained as she went higher, and higher still. Her muscle ached, her lungs screamed, and her hearts pounded. Krah.... She wanted Krah. She wanted Krahsujunth! And yet, no matter how high she flew, no matter how hard she yearned for the large blue to catch her, she also knew it was an impossibility. Instinct demanded a clutch, and she wanted to be certain she got one! In the heat of the moment, she knew she had to consider others... But who?
The bronzes and browns were struggling. Even she was struggling, faltering, as indecision wracked her body. Her wings couldn't continue to carry her forward, and her body could no longer wait. As none had been able to pluck her from the skies, she had no choice but to make a decision.
For one long moment, she gripped onto Krahsujunth in a mental embrace. All her feelings were went to the blue; she left out nothing, and gave him all the love and lust she possessed for him and him alone. But within it was a touch of sorrow over what she had to do. She had a duty to herself and to the Weyr. Instinct told her that only one of them here had everything she desired, and more....
It was a bronze she did not know. A stranger. Oh, she knew that some would judge her for daring to fall to the claws of one so unknown... But maybe, she knew, it would also be better this way. Easier. She did not risk breaking the outsiders hearts, and she did not risk bruising or cutting one who might so adore her. Silmarath was a sweet dear, but she feared she would hurt him if she gave him one night. Something similar could be said of the dashing Avroth, who had gone through heartache, and the sweet Reyinath who pursued him. Some of the others would have made fine partners -- Dobrokhoth, Tarenoth, Nessuth, Irath, Elzebuth.... but did she want a face she would see day after day? Would Krahsujunth? And oh, the sweet words Argoth sang, and how hard Gareth, Praetoth, Kalikath, Lireloth, and Mharlith fought for her. Sweet, innocent Garganth was too precious, and Picassath, Soheith, Izjianth, Ihannisath, Severith, Lennoth, Tinsereth, and Rynsaith were all fine suitors, and she hoped they might someday all find their dreams fulfilled. Maybe now Hinburath would get all the gossip he needed.
Oh, the queen could not have her first pick, and did not dare to risk breaking any others hearts this day. The Weyr could use fresh blood, could it not? And while others might bristle at outsiders, if he was bold enough to try for her, then he deserved as much consideration as the rest! Let Eveleth scold her for not choosing one of High Reaches own.... But today, she wanted someone, something new.
Rixth! We need not be simply acquaintances... Catch me, then, and show me just how far you'll go to make my dreams come true.
She would not wait -- he would need catch her -- but her choice in suitor had finally been named.
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As Fianth made her choice, so did Olliah. The flight had reached its conclusion, and just as her queen had a need, so too, did her rider. Blinded by passion, desire, and need, the woman pushed herself forward and fell against one of her suitors. She hardly gave the man time to respond, pulling their head down so she might kiss them, so they might will know exactly what she demanded of them in her passion. She'd wind up back to her weyr one way or another, but right now, there was only Be'ren.
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Here is my final list. Please do not feel discouraged if you're not on here! I did consider the top two ranking players Silmarath & Meigth -- but as they are all owned by staff I figured they would understand if I shared the love with non-staff players this round. Sorry!
There will be more flights, I promise but alas there can only be one.... Thank you all for participating! I will be rolling and giving out prizes once this wraps!
1.Zijianth (Meep)
2. Lireloth (Lutz)
3. Argoth (medi)
4. Rixth (Smerdle)
5. Dobrokhoth (Meep)
6. Mharlith (Sinders)
7. Garganth (Tsu)
8. Soheith (houllow)
smerdle Rixth, you're up. ;D Go catch that lady!
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2018 2:29 pm
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Rixth wasn't even supposed to be here.
He and his rider were the freest of spirits, weyrless by choice even after the return of Thread, and though he had no desire to bind them to High Reaches, instinct told him it was imperative to press on. To climb. To win, just this once. The sliver of rationality that remained active in his mind only strengthened that instruction. Out of all the queens you've chased, it said in far fewer words, this is the one clutch for which you need not claim long term responsibility. It was an enticing enough thought to give him the motivation to fly higher and faster than he ever had before, this certainty that he could just... leave whenever he wanted to.
The traditionalists were going to love him.
Bolstered by the stunning gold deliberately inching closer every second, Rixth failed to notice the ache in his wings or his competition falling away. All he saw was Fianth.
Fianth. Fianth. Fianth.
A dragon he hadn't met before today, but one whose unconventional hearts made him long to know her better. With one final burst of speed he did as she asked, twining his body with Krahsujunth's queen from neck to tail.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:34 pm
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The contact of minds, of hearts, of that deeper connection and sharing of love than the blue had ever experienced with his Fianth before, was so strong, so all-encompassing, it left the blue adrift in a blinding vortex of joy and bliss, of communion with his love. She had twined with a bronze, with one of the strangers, but her mind was twined with his. He could feel her passion, her ecstasy, and he fed his own back to her in turn. If he only closed his eyes, he could think it was he himself that held her, so intricately wound were their minds in that moment, sharing that moment of ultimate desire. His wingbeats slowed, and stilled as he savored the touch of her, the rush of the wind over his heated hide, the sound of her triumphant cries.
And then he let himself fall. Like a leaf loosed from a tree, he tipped as the twined pair began their descent, turning over in an almost-lazy roll to follow along in their path. His wings remained still, so very tired, joints and muscles burning like threadscore, but barely notable as he still fell, mentally linked to his dearest, most wondrous Fianth. He fell through the cloud of suitors without seeing them, they were motes of dust on the air in the tumbling trio's wake. The spires of High Reaches loomed up, like a reaching hand to catch them as they fell...only as he passed their tips, his smaller, more agile form having passed the joined pair up along the way, did he release his mind's touch on Fianth's with one last twining embrace of his own, all of his love, his awe, his respect, and his pride in her coming to the front. She had been magnificent.
He flapped then, to slow his fall, mutely ignoring the throb of his wings as he caught the air and dropped down to land heavily on their ledge. He did not hobble, did not limp, nor even did he let his wings hang limp at his sides. He was stronger than that, and he was determined that she should see him as the strong and loving mate she had thought he was during the flight. He would sleep like a stone later, but for now, he turned about, tipped his blue snout to the skies, where the gold-bronze star was still falling, and trumpeted joy and triumph for his Fianth.
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