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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Sept 16, 2010 15:19:38 GMT -5
Tonuth broke off with a cry of despair. He ached from the effort he’d expended; every bit of his reserve used to gain the golden prize. He glided and then tumbled from the sky toward the beach below. Snapping his wings open at the last moment he landed panting near the waves.
J’lor turned from Sorelle heartsick to have lost yet still in the throes of dragonlust. He grabbed the nearest female uncaring if she was willing or not and dragged her into a cubicle.
He expended his lust and frustration on her before rolling away. This time he didn’t pass out, this time he saw the girl huddled in the bed crying. He mumbled and apology and sat back down to brush the hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry,” he said but she flinched away from him. Then he wondered if the same behavior had caused the last one to bolt from the bed. He bent over with his head in his hands.
I’m sorry Jlormine I tried very hard. **I know you did Tonuth, you tried with everything you had, no one could have tried harder.**
He heard sounds of the flight coming from other rooms nearby and he looked back at the girl. “Do you need a healer?” he asked but she just shook her head and rolled away from him.
At least she hadn’t completely run off on him like the last one. He got up and dressed and out the door closing his ears to the sounds of Sorelle coming from another part of the flightroom.
He needed help, he needed to talk to someone.
End J’lor
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Sept 16, 2010 16:33:17 GMT -5
Imahyth crooned, his eyes drained of any color but vibrant purple as Sivarith moved towards him. He twined his neck around hers, tangling their bodies together. He flared his wings, supporting them both as they fell. It was the first time he had won a Gold, and this victory was poignantly felt.
B'lor took Sorelle in his arms, sharing in his dragon's emotions as the Gold and Bronze danced in the sky.
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Post by sorelle on Sept 16, 2010 19:19:18 GMT -5
Sorelle felt the ecstasy as Sivarith and Imahyth came together in their mating dance and she turned into the arms that grabbed her. Her hands grabbed at B'lor's clothing even before they made it into the privacy of one of the rooms. The elder weyrwoman's cries of passion echoed through the walls and down the hall as the two of them became as one.
Later, Sorelle moved her long hair out of her eyes and saw the young bronzerider for the first time without the cloudiness of the flight lust. He was so young. B'lor, wasn't it? Over the course of their lifebond, Sivarith had Risen many times, and each time N'lon had triumphed over the other suitors. Each time, Sorelle had opened her eyes to see N'lon there, smiling at her. As she lay there, looking at the dragonrider, her heart broke once again. N'lon was gone, lost in the tragedy that tore all their lives apart in one way or another. Barely hanging on, she gave B'lor a soft smile and kissed him gently, "yours will give Sivarith a fine clutch," she whispered, placing a gentle hand on his bare chest. "Thank you." Then, she could hold it in no longer and a tear ran down her cheek, dropping onto the hollow where his neck met his chest.
She slipped silently off of the bed and fumbled for her clothing, then dressed hurriedly. Without looking back, she ran out of the bedroom, through the flight room, and out the door.
And she just kept running...
End Sorelle
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Sept 17, 2010 2:46:47 GMT -5
Laughing with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, K'rill gathered himself up.
'Don't worry, mine. Go see about Radanth. I am sure she is lonely, tonight; Her Roux won't be for long.'
The only reply was a weary grumbling.
'You flew damned well; You came very close.'
'Close isn't good enough.'
'It's better than far,' he countered. 'Do better next time.'
He laughed, and left the Flight Room; He knew exactly where he was headed.
He left for Roux's chambers, hoping she was in a receptive mood.
End K'rill
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Sept 18, 2010 19:56:56 GMT -5
B'lor lay back, feeling exhausted but satisfied. It had been a good Flight. It took him a while to remember that he was back in his own mind now, and he had to deal with the consequences. He was proud that Imahyth had sired a clutch, but he knew that the aftermath with Sorelle would probably not be easy.
He stirred when she kissed him. Definitely just a grateful kiss, nothing romantic about it. That was only right, since she was old enough to be his mother. A blush spread across the bronzerider's pale cheeks. Then he noticed that Sorelle was crying and he forgot his own embarrassment. He reached out to brush the tear off her cheek, but then she bolted away, gathering her clothes and running out of the room.
B'lor sighed and started picking up his own clothes. Hopefully he and Sorelle would be able to talk later, when they hadn't just woken up in bed naked. The only thing he knew for sure was that this was not going to be an ordinary few months.
End B'lor
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