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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 10, 2010 17:09:30 GMT -5
Imahyth pushed himself forward, beginning to catch up again. He ignored the burning in his wings and the effort it took to draw in each breath. Between the Flight and yesterday's sweep riding, the bronze was exhausted, but he could rest later. Right now, he would not stop until the bitter end. He echoed Chalarath's cry with a bugle of his own, joyful despite his exhaustion. It was truly a thrill, to share the skies with this golden beauty.
B'lor could feel his own heart pounding in sympathy for his dragon's loss of energy. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he needed to breathe, too. He was afraid that Imahyth was pushing himself too hard, and it brought him out of the Flight a little. His vision wavered, switching between the sky and the weyr.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 10, 2010 18:13:22 GMT -5
B’oone of Bronze Brennanth Since her initial dive, and the short one afterward to throw the Bronzes and Browns off her trail, Chalarath had dove once more, twice more, many more times than the quickly tiring Brennanth could count. The whole Chase was nothing more than an endurance battle, with the Queen being larger, better, and sort of like a vermin the canines chased. Whichever canine was the fastest, he won, and he got the ultimate prize. For the canines, it was the taste of blood in his mouth, gushing through tightly enclosed teeth, and the feeling of the animal simply giving up on life. For the dragons, it was the highest prize of winning over the best dragon (that is, the best in their eyes at the time), and showing her that she was worth straining for, worth the fight. Chalarath was the ultimate prize, the ultimate in what any dragon would want. She was a beauty, simply stunning. She wore her gold well, as her hide slid over well-muscled limbs Brennanth could see those muscles flex and bend, and he crooned from the bottom of his heart. Here is something you should know about Brennanth: he doesn’t like to speak, make noise, or do anything loud unless it is absolutely called for. He talks to his rider, but B’oone can’t keep much of a conversation with him. He likes silence just as much as his rider. He keened with the rest of the dragons when they started dying, and even now still held a faint gray tint in his hide from mourning, but his keening lasted long enough, too long for him, and then he fell silent. So to croon now, to croon to the wonderful, luminous Queen before him, was a large feat. When Chalarath dove, Brennanth always dove a small bit but pulled up before all other males. He was aware he was expending energy, but so were they, and they were diving longer. He showed his appreciation of the Queen in a different way, much more reserved, especially in Flight when ones feelings were supposed to have been overloaded by lust. Brennanth saw and sensed as the other dragons dropped out, and he saw that even the great Queen was tiring, and it was now or never to end this thing. But… what was she doing? She was going lower when she should have been going higher! If she slipped up just a bit, another dragon might go in for the ‘kill,’ per say, and mate her when she was lower than she should be, resulting in less eggs. Nevertheless, Brennanth followed, dutiful. His eyes swirling, Brennanth beat his quickly-tiring wings, trying to find the thermals, trying to ride out the Flight for as long as he could. He was a Bronze, to Faranth! He would see this Flight to the end, or he would die trying. That made B’oone snap away from his dragon with a look of terror. It was quickly washed away by Flight lust as Brennanth assured His (wordlessly, of course) that he would not die trying. In that moment of clarity, B’oone saw Maram, acting as her dragon acted, and in his eyes, he saw both woman and dragon combined. A terror. A beauty. An untamable beast. The right woman to lead this new Weyr. Tag Flight
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 10, 2010 18:32:39 GMT -5
Chalarath was high on the thrill of the Flight and the chase. She had shown off her prowess a bit too much and dropped lower than she'd intended in her last little performance.
She knew she would have to choose soon, for even she had begun to feel the weight of her wings. She chanced a glance and saw they were all closing on her. Calling out her dismay, she tried to rise higher, away from the pursuers who followed, but they had found a way. Her eyes whirled as she fought her way from them. Her last dive had been her downfall. She'd lost sight of what she was doing and had allowed them all to close in.
With a beat of her wings, she glanced back and saw Imahyth and Brennanth. The other brown had fallen away it seemed. But where was....
And suddenly Chalarath found herself entangled with another. At first she struggled to break free, but he was too strong and...oh yes, the mating had begun. Two dragons would become one. Mnoranth, the name was all that filled the queen's mind as she fell through the skies.
Tag All in the Flight!!
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 10, 2010 18:52:43 GMT -5
She looked away at one of the others and the brown falling away. He pushed as he had never pushed before and as her gaze turned with one giant effort he fouled her wings.
He bugled his great joy and grappled her folding his wings to embrace her as they began to plummet to the earth. His hunger for her was boundless as was his joy for she was the most beautiful of all queens. With a snap his wings spread to slow their fall into a lazy spiral. His song for her ears alone, his entire being only for his queen.
They rolled through the air in the graceful and passionate dance of their species as their bodies entwined and he became her king in truth. Chalarath the glorious was alone no longer for she had found her mate in the skies of Pern.
R’enh came to himself long enough to realize he was holding Maram and they were alone. “Don’t let her go between!” was all he could grate out before the powerful dragonlust overcame him once more and he did as he was designed to do, he did what Mnoranth did and plundered the prize.
Tag Any
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 10, 2010 20:12:10 GMT -5
B’oone of Bronze Brennanth Brennanth felt it before he knew it to be true. He felt it and he backwinged. The sudden stop caused the others to whisk right past him, but that was fine. Brennanth saw her chose him, and he knew it was over. Why him? But Brennanth, silent as ever, knew she had chosen for a purpose. Brennanth plummeted out of the sky, turning as he did so, then unfurled his wings again so that, in a split second, he was caught up in thermals. He was headed home. B’oone felt Brennanth tear off of the flight-lust with an inward roar of fury, and he felt his walls come crashing in. He staggered to one of the flight-moths, a nice-looking young lady who, B’oone swore, had been standing next to him the whole time. As if she had known his dragon would not win. He scowled at her, but at the same time he ripped off his clothes… Brennanth could feel it ebbing slowly, but he was angry she had not chosen him. Flight-lust was hard to control, especially after a Queen flight. Brennanth flew off… End B'oone
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 11, 2010 18:54:21 GMT -5
Chalarath fought her captor even while she gloried in what he did do her magnificent being. Maram reacted with Chalarath, fighting, biting, scratching at R'enh's neck, back and shoulders. Maram fought to keep her mind with the crazed and glorious one of her queen.
Every fiber of her being was in tune with her dragon, even as R'enh's arms surrounded her.
As the two dragons engaged in their magnificent dance in the skies, Maram felt the same sensations. Then, suddenly, the dragons released each other only moments before they would have crashed to the ground. Gliding away after their amazing flight together.
Chalarath, satisfied, glided with a now relaxed ease, knowing the magnificent bronze beast that flew behind her was now her mate. She started a leisurely fly back to the Weyr, swishing her tail for his satisfaction.
Maram collapsed against her bed and fell into a deep sleep following the intensity of the Flight. She was now Weyrwoman in more than just name alone and the man who lay beside her would lead them all through this troubling time.
Tag R'enh/Others who still need finish posting in the Flight
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 12, 2010 11:42:14 GMT -5
It only took one second, and Chalarath was twined with Mnoranth. Imahyth realized that he had lost and he let himself plummet from the air. The relief of letting his wings rest was a poor consolation for losing Chalarath. The bronze glided down towards the ocean, landing right in the water. Imahyth floated, giving himself a much needed rest and trying to forget his disappointment. There would be other Queens, someday.
B'lor felt crushed as the Flight lust eased off and his dragon's despondency replaced it. Blinking, he took in the world around him once more. B'oone was already tearing his clothes off. Feeling dazed, B'lor walked outside. A small crowd of Flight moths had gathered outside the Flight weyr. Should he take off with one of them, or go comfort his dragon? At a small thought from Imahyth, B'lor realized that the bronze could take comfort in his rider's exertions, too.
B'lor let one of the moths choose him, not caring enough to single one out himself. Now was the time to forget all his troubles for a while.
Tag any PC Flight moth...otherwise, end B'lor
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Jul 12, 2010 13:34:45 GMT -5
Mnoranth swooped around behind the golden prize and glided close enough to be near his weyrmate. His eyes swirling with mixed colors as they settled from the intensity of their mating flight to the contentment of fulfilled purpose. Her flirted tail an invitation, he pulled up abreast with her as they winged their way back to the new home. He didn't swing close enough to foul her wing sweeps but stayed nearby almost possessively. The golden Chalarath still bright and almost blinding in the full light of day was magnificent.
R'enh's consciousness returned to his own body and his head whipped to the side to see the golden haired weyrwoman next to him. His eyes gentled from the wild incoherent blending to return intelligence to his eyes. They crinkled with the knowledge that he'd just become Weyrleader and the overwhelming job in front of him. He also saw their state and pulled a cover over them both before he gathered Maram into his arms gently cradling her against him.
How many times they'd flown at Benden only to be denied the prize. Now he knew the joy N'lon had known with Sorelle. He dropped a kiss on her hair where her head was cradled against his chest. He felt things for this woman he had never allowed himself to acknowledge in the past.
"Rest Renhmine, we return to the weyr and will be there soon. It was a glorious flight. Chalaranths is asleep. You should sleep too."
"Yes" he agreed with his victorious bronze. Then the intensity of the flight overcame him as he curled protectively around Maram. R'enh slept.
Tag any/End R'enh
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Jul 13, 2010 13:19:35 GMT -5
Maram slept in the warm embrace of R'enh, who had satisfied both her and her dearest Chalarath. She dozed for quite some time, before she awoke. Immediately, she thought of Chalarath.
Her mind reached out to her gold, and she found her resting comfortable on her bed. With a sigh of contentment, Maram rolled back into R'enh's arms, her head resting against his chest, as he eyes closed once more. She would awake later in the afternoon, when the effects of the Flight finally dimmed. For now, she was sated, safe, and warm and so was her dearest love. Maram fell back to sleep with a smile on her lips.
End Maram
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Jul 14, 2010 23:48:36 GMT -5
Roux watched the flight from the back of the room. The brownriders were the first to pair off with other flight moths as the Chalarath continued to prove her power and grace in the skies above. Soon all that remained were three bronzeriders. Roux had bided her time waiting, although the flightlust was maddening. She however, had enough experience with it to hold it at bay.
The time came at last and Chalarath was caught. Roux watched as the Weyrwoman and her new Weyrleader journeyed off alone to bask in their triumphant moment. Again Roux watched the other two bronzeriders who remained. One gave in to his rage and lust and began to tear his clothes off, while the other curiously began to wander from the room. His behavior intrigued her, as did his overall appearance. There was something about him that captivated her so she fell in stride behind him and followed as he walked outside. Roux could see other flight moths closing in on him, so she quickened her pace. Stepping up beside him, she ran her hand over his back and up to the back of his neck. Moving to stand in front of him, she looked into his eyes then down at his mouth and leaned in to gently press her lips to his.
Tag B’lor, end if appropriate
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