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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 7, 2010 22:24:32 GMT -5
His dreams were interrupted by the first ray’s of the morning sun as it peaked over the top of the eastern side of the weyr and directly into the mouth of his cave.
Mnoranth was twitchy on his couch and grumbling and that was unusual. He turned away from the light and tried to go back to sleep when suddenly the dragon rose from his couch and flung himself off the ledge. R’enh rose from his bedroll and ran to the ledge to see the big bronze blooding one kill and then another. As he watched another bronze and a big brown floated down from their weyrs as they did the same.
He looked up but didn’t see Chalarath in the cave above. He pulled on his shirt and boots having slept in his cloth pants and threw on a belt. Then he took the steps two at a time toward the Queen’s weyr.
Chalaranth was glowing and restless but not awake as he passed her and he heard footsteps behind him.
“Maram” he said urgently “Maram, Wake UP!”
He swept the curtain aside when he didn’t hear a response.
“Maram?”
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 8, 2010 7:29:32 GMT -5
With her exhaustion weighing her down, Maram had fallen into a deep sleep the night before. Both she and Chalarath had been restless throughout the night, but as dawn broke, Maram was sleeping like a log, unaware of anything else around her.
In her dreams she thought she heard someone call to her. Maram mumbled, but rolled back over, wanting to drift back into the nothingless of sleep.
Maram
That voice was all too real. Her mind finally broke through the dream state and Maram sat bolt upright, eyes unfocused as she tried to recall what was happening.
Her eyes fell on R'enh and confusion brought on by just awakening filled her. Why was he here?
"What's wrong?" She asked quickly, for something must be wrong for him to have come into her weyr looking like the dogs of hell were on his heels. Maram stumbled against the covers she'd used as she'd tried to get up. "Is someone hurt? Did something happen?" Her questions seemed to be stumbling one over the other.
Then, suddenly as if a light had come on, Maram saw something in his eyes. "Chalarath," she whispered. Her own eyes opening wide at that realization. Maram darted past R'enh, hardly noticing the other riders who had entered the weyr just behind him. Her eyes were only for her magnificent gold dragon.
Even as she approached the swirling eyes of the beast opened and Maram was assaulted with the confusion of her mate's mind. There was no mistaking what was happening now. Maram tried to tramp down her fear that something could go wrong in this new place. She didn't have time for such thoughts as Chalarath rose with a snarl. With her head swinging almost angrily from side to side, the golden queen moved with a new speed and was soon airborne. Food. Food. Hungry. It was all she could think of as she aimed for the pen that had been set up in the new Weyr.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 8, 2010 13:18:22 GMT -5
B'lor slept deeply through the night despite his dragon's restlessness. It was bliss to be in a weyr again. He was simply not meant for camping. When he finally woke, he realized immediately that something was off. He sat up and looked into his dragon's part of the weyr. Imahyth was gone. He reached out to Imahyth's mind and was met by a web of fierce, incoherent emotion. B'lor rose, walking out to the ledge. His stomach did a backflip when he saw Imahyth, along with two other males, at the feeding grounds blooding herdbeast carcasses. How on Pern did I sleep through that? he wondered, shaking his head.
He started to head for Maram's weyr, then remembered that he was still in his sleeping clothes. He ran back into his weyr and quickly changed. He had to be presentable, after all. A Queen Flight was serious business, especially now. Whoever won Chalarath's Flight would be the new Weyrleader.
That was a sobering thought as B'lor walked to Maram's weyr. This chase was no game. He entered the weyr just behind R'enh and bowed automatically to Maram, but she seemed preoccupied. With good reason, because all of her attention would need to be on Chalarath to control the Queen and keep her from eating.
At the feeding grounds, Imahyth lifted his bloodied maw and bugled as the Queen approached. He was done with his own kills, leaving the rest of the beasts for Chalarath. The bronze's eyes were a whirling maelstrom of red and violet as he watched Chalarath, every muscle tensed for flight.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 8, 2010 20:39:27 GMT -5
He took a quick look at the others who’d arrived, too few… too few by half. His thought was for the health and well being of the clutch. A queen should be driven far and high and that took many chasers to accomplish. B’lor came in and there was another. Still not enough but by then Maram had recognized what was happening. Her quick questions quickly narrowed down to her recognition and immediate action.
He followed her “We don’t know what will happen in the sky” he said just as afraid for Mnoranth. “Forgive me, I know you know this but you have to control her.” He was fully aware Maram had done this before yet right now; right here everything was critical. Chalarath was likely the only productive queen left on Pern. He knew full well how much rode on this flight.
He could feel the swirling churning hunger in his proud bronze lifemate but he wasn’t using his words right now. Mnoranth was in a very primal place. His eyes were riveted on Chalaranth and his chest rumbled as he prepared to leap after her.
R’enh felt the link strengthen knowing that once they were airborne the feel of where he began and Mnoranth left off would become blurred as the dragon lust took over.
R’enh stood behind her to one side a very nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach for some reason.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 8, 2010 21:00:16 GMT -5
Chalarath snarled at the bronzes who had lept out of the pen on her approach. Chalarath's insatiable hunger and fury coursed through every fiber of her being as she plunged onto one of the herdbeasts and snapped its neck instantly. So hungry, she didn't even bother to carry the beast away, but pounced on it amid the frightened sounds of the other animals.
Her massive claw dug into its entrails and raised the steaming meat to her mouth. Then, with an angry hiss, her furious eyes whirled towards the weyr she had just vacated.
Standing on the ledge of the platform was Maram with the bronze riders and even a few brown riders behind her. The instant Chalarath had gone in for the kill, Maram had commanded the queen to heed her. It was not an easy task. Chalarath was especially nasty this time, worse than some of her previous flights, almost as if she, too, knew how much weighed on this one flight.
No, do not eat it. You must fly high. The hissing, snarling sounds of the golden beauty filled the weyr and was answered by the bugles of many dragons. Chalarath scorned them all, even as she lifted the animal's meat to her muzzle as though to defy her mate.
No! Blood your kill. You must strong and higher than all the puny bronzes. Do not let them catch you so easily. Maram knew her dragon and knew how to get her to listen.
With a final angry snarl, Chalarath threw the entrails to the ground and lowered her mouth to the beasts neck, sucking the blood from within. Then, she rose and took another, and another. All the while, Maram restrained her from taking the succulent meat that the queen wanted more than anything.
As Chalarath finished blooding her third kill, her hide seemed to have reached a new luminescence. She raised her bloodied muzzle and bugled forth a challenge to all who dared catch her. Turning her whirling eyes back to the Weyr for but a moment, Chalarath leaped from the ground and was airborne. She needed to fly. Fly far. Fly high. Fly from all the rutting beasts who dared to think themselves worthy of one so magnificent as she.
Maram, aware enough only to manage to make it back into the recesses of her weyr where she need not fear tumbling from the ledge, Maram only glimpsed the four bronzes and two browns that took flight after Chalarath. A number that in the past would never have sufficed. There were so few, so very few. Maram wondered how this would effect the outcome, but all thought soon ceased as she became one with Chalarath who was now airborne.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 8, 2010 21:27:42 GMT -5
B'oone and Bronze Brennanth [Joining the Flight as an NPC, B’oone with Bronze Brennanth -- with admin permission] It was Brennanth that alerted him of her imminent rising. He had been rearranging his clothes in the weyr he was given, making sure everything—no, nothing would ever truly be the same now, wouldn’t it?—was where it should be, when Brennanth opened his wings and drifted to the herd pens. B’oone scowled as he felt the beginning of flightlust hit his stomach, and it churned as if it were hungry from lack of food. This wasn’t from lack of food; the man had felt this feeling many, many times before. “Are you sure she’s rising now?” B’oone snarled, clutching his stomach as if he were hurt. He wasn’t, he just didn’t want this to happen now. It was only a day after they had arrived at the new Weyr. This was very, very strange indeed. But at the same time B’oone also realized that with the rising Queen came the light of a new day. And with the rising Queen came hope to all that humanity would survive. “Alright, Brennanth,” B’oone continued, pulling on his shirt and boots, “Go get her.” Brennanth replied with a mental nudge, a sort of sigh that made sure that B’oone knew how he felt. He always felt this way when a Queen rose, and B’oone could get used to it. B’oone did get used to it, and had been used to it for forever. Brennanth landed in the pens and had only enough time to snag one beast before the Gold fell out of her Weyr and flew to the pens. He blinked his multifaceted but very purple eyes at the Gold before winging out of the way, landing on a ledge so that he may watch what was unfolding. The Bronze kept his wings unfurled, ready to jump at a moment’s notice, and he was glad he did so for, nearly a moment after she had blooded her third kill, Chalarath leapt into the sky. B’oone had reached the door of Maram’s weyr when Chalaranth finally rose from her post. He did not knock as he usually would have when he was entering any Queen weyr, as this was a mating flight and he could hardly suppress his lust. He stood behind the others, as if he didn’t mean to be there. Brennanth, on the other hand, meant to be there, and he meant to catch Chalarath. When she rose, he dropped. His wings, open and ready to catch the wind, did what they were supposed to and, without expending any energy, the Bronze rose steadily after her. And B’oone was Brennanth now. And Brennanth had eyes only for Chalarath, the wonderful, luminescent Queen who flew high above him. Tag Flight
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 8, 2010 21:55:24 GMT -5
Mnoranth He roared and leaped into the sky the moment Chalarath left the ground. His wings beating in smooth stokes trying with all his might to reach the altitude of the golden beauty before him. She was fleet and showed him her golden heels with ease. Higher and higher he flew and he could hear and see the others as they all climbed after her. He was hot for the glowing queen, she was magnificent and toying with them all braying her disdain at their puny efforts. He put forth more effort straining against the morning sky as his wings stroked the air with long years of training. Slowly oh so slowly he began to inch closer. Tag any
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Jul 9, 2010 1:01:19 GMT -5
The sound of the bugling dragons roused Roux from her sleep. It was the first good night’s rest she had had in over two sevendays. She sat up in her on the bed in her weyr and stretched, then rubbing her eyes she looked over at where her lifemate slept restlessly.
The feeling in the air was unmistakable. Chalarath would soon rise. Although Roux had not yet met the weyrwoman, all knew of her and her glorious dragon and the promise that the two held for the future of them all.
Radanth roused and opened an eye at Roux, her feelings of displeasure quite evident. Come now Dearest. You know I think you the most gorgeous creature to ever take wing. Radanth flashed an adoring eye at her and then drifted back to sleep.
Roux smirked at Radanth and then turned to change. Radanth would sleep through the flight. It was her usual method of coping when another female took flight. She hated not being in the spotlight and slept in protest to the attentions given to another. It made things easier on Roux who enjoyed the role of ‘flight moth’ quite well.
After washing up and dressing in a lovely green gown, Roux ran her fingers through her hair and then made her way to Maram’s weyr. Knowing how it would be, she walked around to the back and entered from there, putting herself behind those riders whose dragons would participate in the flight. She arrived just in time to see Chalarath take to the skies, the powerful bronze’s and brown’s hot on her heels.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 9, 2010 11:20:42 GMT -5
Imahyth surveyed the other suitors, tail lashing back and forth as he tried to let out some his pent-up energy. There were so few! Imahyth growled. Even though the lack of chasers could make it easier for him to win, he was offended that more weren't present to honor the Queen. At the moment, he had forgotten the reason for it. Everything was shoved aside in favor of brute instinct.
His rider would provide the wit to that instinct. B'lor was no longer aware of his own surroundings, although he followed Maram deeper into the weyr as if they were connected by magnets. His mind was with his dragon's. They were one being now. He felt the powerful sweep of wings as they leaped into the air, a heartbeat after Brennanth and Mnoranth.
Imahyth beat his wings steadily, speeding after Chalarath. She had a good lead on him, and now he only had a good view of her tail, waving like a golden pennant in the air to tease him. He flew on, absolutely determined to catch up and draw level with the Queen.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 9, 2010 20:04:37 GMT -5
Chalarath soared, her body slicing the cool morning air like a knife. She wanted to fly, far and free. After pumping her wings to reach a good height, she tucked them in and dove downward, not even caring for the moment about the eager males following her. All she wanted was to continue to feel the magic of the air as she soared.
Yet, a sound drew her attention back to her suitors. Climbing high once more, she ducked her head to look back at them. So few! Chalarath roared her anger. Why were there not more! Her wings pumped harder, churning against the air in her agitation.
She trumpeted an angry challenge to the males who dared think themselves worthy of her. There was none worthy of her magnificence. How dare they insult her by not flying every male in the Weyr until the puny beasts dropped from the sky! She ducked her head back at them and rumbled her displeasure at so few suitors. That was almost her undoing as a dragon had somehow managed to get close to her as she mulled angrily over the slight to her queenly magnificence.
Glancing up, she saw him, and thundered her displeasure, tucking her wings and diving rapidly to get away. Her pursuers were close on her tail as she quickly changed direction and tried to outfly them all.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 9, 2010 22:02:15 GMT -5
His vision seemed superimposed the inside of the weyr and the skys above the Weyr it had been quite disorienting the first time it had happened but now he could handle it for the moments it took him to follow Maram into the back of her weyr.
His hands wanted to reach out and gab her. He didn't know how much was him and how much Mnoranth but his wings continued to carry him after the golden prize before him.
The other riders were moving in but their wings weren't quite as close as his. Brown and Bronze they flew after her. R'enh shook his head trying to gain a little focus while he put one foot in front of the other. They stood around her in a pack and finally... She turned and screamed at them, frustration bit at him.
Finally he gave in and was one with his dragon. Frustration as he saw another Bronze Imahyth close and almost on her. Then she saw him and folded her wings plummeting past them all. He folded his wings and threw himself after her. Crooning to her as she passed.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 10, 2010 1:12:02 GMT -5
B’oone and Bronze Brennanth B’oone was Brennanth now, as much as, later, he wished to dear Faranth he wasn’t. His actions were not his own—the only thing he hated about Flights—and so he advanced toward Maram with little care as to who else or what else was there. But when he reached B’lor, he stopped, as if the B’oone part of him was trying to force itself through. He kept a respectful distance, always respectful, but Brennanth felt the pull now more than ever to catch this Queen—possibly the last rising Queen ever on Pern. Brennanth, knowing this, kept fast pace with the Queen. He rose quickly on air currents, his wings catching the updrafts as quickly as his multifaceted eyes caught the gold. He was hot on her trail, steadily rising closer, closer, closer… a split second before she dove. She dove quickly, and Brennanth folded his wings, spiraling downward after her. She swirled around as he did, it seemed, though she was actually just staying straight. He was the one who twirled through the morning air, blood hot for the one golden dragon who fell before him. Then, suddenly, she swerved upward. Brennanth, knowing the tricks of the trade, Brennanth did not unfurl his wings, but merely tilted his body upward, and slightly tilted his furled wings so that the air may travel through them, cycle through them like one would wind turbines. Then he was up, up! And, as soon as he sensed a loss in momentum, Brennanth, in all his Bronze fury and lust, unfurled his large wings and beat downward, upward, downward as hard as he could. Then he felt it, another air current, and he let the air take him. He was slightly to the side of Chalarath but higher in order to do his signature capture move, one she had not had done to her he was assuming because she was not expecting it. But another Bronze—Brennanth hadn’t the need to check who it was, they were all the same, they were all Chasers—was too close to Chalarath. She noticed and, before Brennanth could move in, the shining gold tore downward again. Instead of following her downward and away, Brennanth upwinged, keeping his eyes on her and then followed her deftly. She had changed directions quickly, but by upwinging and turning on the go, Brennanth was able to stay above her and keep her in sight, always in sight. She would have to climb again first, and Brennanth knew that.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 10, 2010 15:08:49 GMT -5
Imahyth flew fast, longing to pull ahead of the others. The bronze was filled with a brash arrogance and he just wanted to be in front right away. He was getting closer, almost close enough to touch Chalarath now. Some part of him knew it was too early in the Flight, but when she faltered for a moment to express her anger, he started to move in. So close! But just as he reached out, she saw him and dove away.
Imahyth backwinged and darted to the side, fearing angry claws and teeth, but Chalarath was just making her getaway. It was a mistake, and now he was going to fall behind as a result. He fumed quietly to himself as he started flying again, not dropping out even though he was behind now.
On the ground, B'lor mimicked his dragon's actions, reaching out for Maram and then backing away when the Queen eluded him. The mistake should have been obvious, but Imahyth's emotions had gotten the better of him. B'lor sighed, hoping that his dragon could catch up.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 10, 2010 15:48:33 GMT -5
Chalarath could sense the dragons behind her beginning to falter. She watched as a brown dropped out of the race, too exhausted to continue. She bugled her delight at knowing just how wonderfully strong and amazing she was.
With her wings fully extended, Charlarath seemed to dance in the skies, savoring the thrill of the flight and the chase. After a few more acrobatic dips and dives, she couldn't help but check her pursuers once more. More of them seemed to be straining to keep up pace. She would have to choose soon...but who would she choose. Her eyes skimmed over them all. They were all fine, strong beasts, but did any of them truly meet someone of her caliber?
With a cry of mating lust and joy, she dipped once again, knowing that she didn't want this to end, but sooner or later she would be forced to choose for the others would not last much longer.
Back in her weyr, Maram seemed to mimic the actions of the skies. Her arms would unfurl and then she would feel herself soaring. Her blind eyes took in the men standing around her as she, as Chalarath, saw only dragons. Which one was worthy of her magnificence? Ah, but the thrill of flying was so great. Maram sucked in a breath of air at the jolt of adrenaline that raced through her own body as Chalarath dipped, dived and soared.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 10, 2010 16:51:03 GMT -5
He knew he wanted this more than anything he’d wanted and he pushed himself with every erg of effort he could manage to reach her. He bugled a call of desire and felt his human body cry out as well. He refused to drop out, refused to give up.
She dipped slightly with a cry allowing them a little closer, tantalizing them with her eyes as she watched their puny efforts to catch her. Only the bravest most valiant would win her.
His wings burned with the effort but she was so close he could almost touch her and for a brief moment his wingtip brushed her tail. It spurred him to even greater effort than he thought possible. She glowed from nose to the tip of her tail as a beacon to follow in the sky.
Suddenly no effort was enough to show her how glorious she was. The beautiful Chalarath/Maram was the most wonderful thing in all of Pern. With each outgoing breath he sang crooning and bugling notes upon the spring day. He threw his heart at her.
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