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Post by sorelle on Sept 11, 2010 8:40:00 GMT -5
--- This EVENT thread means that a character can be in two places at once: In the main RP AND in the Event. --- Sorelle and Sivarith flew low over the Weyr in practice run after practice run, preparing for when Thread came and every dragon would be needed. Sorelle had instructed a Candidate to place brightly colored rocks randomly for her to find, simulating a Thread fall on the ground. Her eyes scoured the area. "There," she pointed, but Sivarith continued onward. "What are you doing?" Landing near the community firepit, Sivarith grunted, "off." "What?" "Off. I Rise." "No you don't. You're past that." "I think I would know."Sorelle looked at the hide of the Gold. There was no characteristic glow. Well... maybe just a little... but... "Off!" "Okay okay," Sorelle said. She quickly removed the harness, having been witness to many entanglements with the claws or wingtips of lustful suitors. It was not a pretty sight and heartbreaking when it happened. Sliding to the ground, she shook her head at Sivarith. "Are you sure?" "Oh yes."Sivarith flew and suddenly Sorelle felt it. "Shards," she shouted as she ran to the flight room, Sivarith rising up through the air and bugling triumphantly. Sorelle had barely entered the room when she had to grasp the door frame as the lust took control. "Who here is worthy of a Queen," Sivarith challenged. Though she had been keeping company with Tonuth, there was nothing stopping her from choosing another. "...or are all of you just herdbeasts?"Tag Any worthy suitors
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Sept 11, 2010 14:30:26 GMT -5
A bugle came from his life mate. Sivarith rises!
“Sivarith?” he said in awe, he’d thought her done but then he also heard an answering bugle from Chalarath and as he stood in the mouth of the weyr, her golden body came around the corner and jammed Mnoranth against the wall.
There was a tiny bit of frustration and then a chuckle almost in his mind voice.
I apparently do NOT give chase.
R’enh started laughing as he walked back into the weyr and through the connecting tunnel to find Maram.
They would let the broadcast effects of the gold flight sweep them into a place of bliss.
“Maram” he called as he walked into her room and saw her standing there. Golden and beautiful herself he put his arms around her.
“Sivarith rises, but we do not.” He grinned as he turned her in his arms.
End R’enh
(ooc: Maram and Chalarath npc’d by permission)
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Sept 11, 2010 15:55:21 GMT -5
Both B'lor and Imahyth were still sore about losing Radanth's Flight. B'lor knew that his dragon had only reacted on instinct, but if he hadn't been distracted by Sivarith, he was sure that Imahyth would have won. Now all his flirting with Roux had gone to nothing and he was probably going to have to watch Roux and his Wingsecond making lovey-dovey eyes at each other during Wing training. So when Sivarith took the skies both bronze and rider were ready to rise to the challenge and repair their bruised egos.
Beautiful, shining Sivarith, I will chase you until I can fly no more![/color] Imahyth called dramatically as he rose into the air after Sivarith. It felt so good to be in the air again, chasing a worthy gold instead of a tricky green.
B'lor, meanwhile, made his way to the Flight room to join Sorelle and the other suitors. Sorelle was quite a bit older than him, but that wouldn't matter once the Flight got underway. And some things got better with age.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Sept 11, 2010 21:43:01 GMT -5
“Again?” he yelled as he felt the flush and Tonuth leaped from the weyr to tear into several kills and blood them.
His mind was primal and snarled back Sivarith is flying.
“What? Sivarith?” he thought back and didn’t recall the telltale glow that seemed to light up a golden hide the few days before they rose. It was the way they knew to get other golds out of the weyr in case they were close themselves. It could explode into a very tragic accident.
The blast of dragon lust hit him in the gut and he just couldn’t call the big brown off even though they were always disappointed in a gold flight. As valiant as Tonuth was, he didn’t have the stamina to keep up with…
He fell to his knees, “Oh shards, Sorelle…” he could only hope this didn’t drive her back over the brink but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
He ran down the steps and into the flight room where others were gathered.
Meanwhile Tonuth launched into the air after the golden prize that was Sivarith.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Sept 11, 2010 23:30:23 GMT -5
Morisath's wings fidgeted as K'rill oiled a spot rubbed raw by a break in the harness during flight. He frowned, and stroked the hide.
"There," he murmured. "You're done. Does it feel alright?"
'Can you feel it,' the dragon responded, 'the Flightlust building?
K'rill frowned, and crossed his arms, closing his eyes. A brief, amused, surprised smile broke his frown, "Why, yes. I do. Who is it?"
'Sivarith. The old one Rises.'
He blinked in surprise, the smile dropping off his face. 'A Gold flight?" The frown returned. "This is what we've been training for," he responded, dubiously. "Fly, and fly her well."
Without waiting for further word, Morisath lunged into the air, muscles bunching together, dragging him into the sky, clawing for altitude.
He couldn't slow down. He had to be aggressive. -Very- aggressive.
Laughing, and smiling, K'rill trotted toward the Flight Room, feeling the flow of passion like a tide, rising throughout his body, giving his step a slight quickening.
"Now if that isn't a lovely thing... Two for two, shall we?" He commented, to no one in particular, and laughed all the louder for it.
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Post by Dragon Admin on Sept 12, 2010 9:22:47 GMT -5
G’nir and Eoralth The bronze was no longer in the prime of his youth but he was still strong. A gold rising was cause for his attention. He blooded several kills and leaped after her stroking strongly with his great wings. Golden Sivarith he crooned after the rising queen. The thermals rose with them and they flew high. He had won gold more than once in his lifetime and his was a former Weyrleader in his younger days. But his beautiful Kasith was gone for many years and Corspa had never been the same. A brown brushed by him in an effort to attract the golden beauty but Eoralth was patient. This queen was not a young one prone to mistakes. She was massive and majestic the sweep of her wings beautiful to behold. Beautiful Sivarith he boomed as the thermal he rode extended his stamina. He crooned to her of her lovely wings and glowing golden hide. G’nir, tall and sandy haired or more salt and pepper these days strode into the flight room to see Sorelle the former Weyrwoman of Benden and to his eyes, still lovely. Tag Any
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Post by sorelle on Sept 12, 2010 12:49:52 GMT -5
"Beautiful, shining Sivarith, I will chase you until I can fly no more!"
"And I will continue to Rise long after you are done," Sivarith called, haughtily, taunting the Bronze.
"Golden Sivarith. Beautiful Sivarith." G'nir's Bronze continued his complimentary commentary as he flew and Sivarith arched her neck slightly for a second in hubris.
Sivarith also detected Tonuth and Morisath flying valiantly in the mix. Historically and genetically, the odds were against them from the start. She bugled to them all, her call the same as the call of her anscestors. Primal and glorious, meant to lure, encourage, and spur them all upward.
She banked sharply to the right, then continued her ascent. Unfortunately, her Rise had been unexpected, and she had not been forbidden to gorge herself on flesh beforehand. As such, she was slower than a younger, more prepared Queen could be. Sivarith knew her clutch would be small if she did not push herself higher to ensure a longer mating fall.
"Is there none worthy of me," she teased as she rose higher.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Sept 12, 2010 20:03:11 GMT -5
Imahyth surveyed the other suitors as they followed Sivarith into the sky. Tonuth was expected, even if he was a brown. Morisath, on the other hand, he took offense to. The bronze couldn't keep a bronze from slipping past his maw when he saw the brown who had stolen Radanth from him. This time, he would be the victor. He was determined to stop that "two for two" from happening.
Her bugle encouraged him, adding to the fire in his blood. Imahyth replied with a roar of his own and sped ahead, darting after Sivarith. He could tell that she was not as fast as a younger Queen would be, but this was still no easy task. He started to climb, beating his wings steadily. The bronze sensed a warm pocket of air and he flew into it, using the thermal to rest for a moment before flying on.
B'lor blinked, tearing himself away from his dragon's vision for a moment when K'rill entered. At the sight of his Wingsecond, he felt a stab of jealousy. He glared at K'rill and then turned his attention back to Sorelle, letting the Flight emotions take him again.
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Post by R'gant and Xanith on Sept 12, 2010 21:20:12 GMT -5
They had both taken a back seat to the goings on of the Weyr. The spotlight was for those with something to prove. R'gant and Xanith were not here to prove anything or please anyone but themselves. It had taken a long time to gain the confidence they both possessed and with such a high position in the Weyr neither of them thought they needed to do more than do their job well and keep a level head while doing so.
However, flightlust tested them both.
R'gant was resting in his chamber when Xanith's less than appropriate thoughts fluttered through him, causing him to rise from his bed and leave his weyr at a hastened run. Had he been but a few seconds slower he would have missed Xanith taking flight. Large bronze wings cut through the still air like a blade. The force of the wind caused large ripples in the bowl water, ripples that continued to rise and fall long after Xanith left his perch in the bowl and took flight, his target a bright, golden star amongst the clouds.
Sivarith.
R'gant knew how much Xanith wanted this and he'd be fooling himself if he said he did not want this as well. To ride a gold...well, their position as wingsecond to the Weyrleader was an honor, but nothing could surpass the immense pleasure they'd both experience if he managed to capture Sivarith too.
R'gant watched him until he moved out of sight. So enthralled by the excitement of it all, he had ignored his own longing. Filled to the brim with Xanith's need, now entirely his own, R'gant made his way to the flightroom and found that he was amongst a gang of other men whose intentions could not have been more clear.
Hands clenched at his side, he stood with his back against the wall. His eyes were closed in concentration as he willed Xanith higher, faster after his Gold. 'Take her Xanith. Don't let her get away.'
Xanith roared, his large eyes focused on Silvarith who taunted them all. Over flowing with excitement, adrenaline, youthful determination, Xanith beat against the cool wind, his head in line with his huge body as he sped after the flirtatious gold. Although he was among the last to rise, he out flew the browns with ease, drawing close to Imahyth's tail until they were neck in neck.
While others chose to charm Sivarith with flattery, Xanith chose an alternative method to capture her interest---seduction.
"Why so coy, dearest Sivarith? He cooed as he dashed through the sky in her wake. "You fly as if you do not wish to partake in what I have to offer you. Allow me to fly you and you will not be disappointed." He growled then, his enormous heart beating violently against his ribs as he soared after the golden gazelle. She would be his and his alone.
R'gant shifted where he stood, his lips curved upward at Xanith's words. 'Don't let your head get too big, Xanith. It may slow you down.' R'gant fleetingly looked around the room at the other men, yet his focus was on Sorelle; his mind filled with thoughts that, until the Gold's flight, had been for Ceinwen alone.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Sept 12, 2010 22:52:36 GMT -5
A wicked smirk crossed the Brownrider's lips as he glanced around the chamber, catching the brief glare from B'lor - Still jealous? The looks had been burning holes in his riding gear since Radanth's flight. The rider - Roux, was it? - was quite the catch. Even better than Kael, he mused, briefly, as he took a seat. He shivered, buffeted bodily by the ebb and flow of emotions.
He frowned, slightly, as R'gant entered, but shrugged it away. It would be a crowded flight.
In the skies above, Morisath was using sprinting lunges of his wings, fighting intently for altitude, mind and body focused almost entirely on gaining altitude faster than the various other dragons rising after her. She was flying slowly. Unusually slowly. He had a chance.
'Lovely Sivarith, Queen of Gold, Benden Dragon, flying bold! Come,' he bellowed out, releasing his gathered breath in a challenging roar, 'I will show you the Flight of a true dragon!'
Muscles taut and burning, he felt himself wearing down. He was not yet slowing; Not yet, though it would not be long.
His multifaceted eyes swirled with a mixture of arousal, and annoyance - She was still so distant yet!
He clawed at the air, wings snapping sharply in the rapidly cooling air, each wingbeat like the round of a rifle-shot.
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Post by sorelle on Sept 13, 2010 21:41:40 GMT -5
As she rose higher, Sivarith saw Imahyth move slightly, finding a thermal and rising faster though he exerted no energy. While she appreciated the intelligent, learned behavior, she didn't let on that it impressed her at all.
Then, Xanith exploded onto the scene, chewing up airspace with a vengeance. His offerings were not in praise of her, but of himself.
"Vain Xanith," she shouted, "prove your words by your actions, and you may very well have me." She gave her body an extra undulation of enticement as the distance between Xanith and Imahyth became smaller and smaller, with Eoralth not out of the picture, either.
Morisath called to her again. The brave brown refused to give up and he was just slightly behind the pair of bronzes. She had lost sight of Tonuth.
In the flight room, Sorelle's body moved seductively, slowly and her hands traced the contours of her small, lithe form. Her lips were parted slightly; her eyes half-closed with the desire of the flightlust as Sivarith got closer to choosing. Already, she yearned to take someone, anyone, but it was too soon. Sorelle's enthusiasm during Sivarith's flights had been legendary in her younger days. She would make someone very happy... soon.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Sept 14, 2010 10:42:42 GMT -5
Tonuth and J'lor were no longer separate beings but one as they rose on thermals and drafted with the larger dragons. Tonuth had never tried so hard for gold in his life.
She was majestic more than magnificent as she urged them on after her. The Bronzes seemed to follow her effortlessly and while he was agile and had brushed her once or twice she had twisted away from him with almost an imperious shrug.
Glorious golden beauty, he called with all the admiration in both of their hearts.
The sun beat down upon them and he rolled past a bronze to get closer once again.
He knew in his heart of hearts that he would tire far sooner than she or the bronzes. His only hope even after all the affection they had known would come if she were to choose him.
He crooned to her again and again as she flirted and teased them all.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Sept 14, 2010 16:55:33 GMT -5
Imahyth's head snapped around as he heard another male enter the flight. He eyed the other bronze for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Sivarith. He would not dwell on the competition. Sivarith would make the final choice, and she was the only one he needed to impress!
He flew harder, trying to keep level with the golden Queen's pace. Imahyth wanted to make sure that the other two bronzes didn't overtake him. The browns were mostly forgotten, regardless of their actual performance. Imahyth just couldn't imagine a brown catching a Gold's eye. As Sivarith shimmied in the air, he crooned, more purple hue blending into his faceted eyes. He arched his neck, wanting to show how good his handsome figure would look alongside her sinuous golden form. He didn't speak now, he just let his flying do the talking for him.
On the ground, B'lor was grinning like a fool, both because of the woman before his own eyes and his dragon's admiration of her rider. They wanted Sorelle-Sivarith; they wanted her so bad it almost hurt.
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Post by sorelle on Sept 16, 2010 8:28:14 GMT -5
Sivarith's strength was fading and the strongest of the males were catching up fast. The browns were now mixed with the bronzes, all with an equal chance of catching her. They swarmed around her, a knot of lust and muscle. She began taking defensive maneuvers instead of trying to outfly them. She brushed past Morisath, barely evading his attempts. "Almost, vain one," she laughed, "but my children will not speak only of themselves."
Xanith's wings beat above her, his mighty wingtips tapping on hers for a moment until she flipped 180 degrees and shrugged away. "Great Xanith, you do have heart," she responded to his crooning. Yet, she flipped her head and continued her search.
Powerful Eoralth roared in front of her and Sivarith flew upwards once again. It was getting more and more difficult to evade them as Sivarith's wings were tiring quickly. Her tail whipped Eoralth in the face as she tried valiantly to slip out of his advances.
"Glorious golden beauty."
J'lor's brown crooned to Sivarith. Normally, a rider's mind had a subtle influence over the choice of a dragon. However, Sorelle's mind had been in such a state of flux that Sivarith was still uncertain. "Brave Tonuth," she replied, "we will still sit in the sun, but today is not to be yours."
Her choice had been made and she took three more powerful strokes with her wings in his direction. "Strong, handsome Imahyth. I am yours." Her neck stretched toward him, rubbing against his bronze hide.
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Post by R'gant and Xanith on Sept 16, 2010 14:51:18 GMT -5
Xanith's watched as Sivarlith accepted Imahyth. Good for him. He would do them all proud! Casting his eyes at the impressive gold one final time Xanith retraced his flight, taking a round about way to the Weyr. While others would find companionship in a green or other lesser dragon Xanith chose to settle in his weyr. He was tired, a bit defeated after losing yet another flight. Perhaps riding a Gold was not meant for him. Maybe he should seek happiness elsewhere. He hoped Ragant was proud of him.
And R'gant was. It took every fiber in his being to pull himself away from the flightroom, yet he made himself leave. He didn't return to Xanith's side however. Instead he moved about the Weyr, his senses a bit wild, his temperament on edge after the loss. Another gold would rise and when she did they would try again...although he knew Xanith was tired of the chase.
Seeking refuge in the dark abyss of Dragon Weyr, he sought another's company.
End R'gant and Xanith
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