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Post by Flamewolf on Aug 24, 2008 17:30:21 GMT -5
((Make that TWO Female brownriders, please ^.^))
It was a normal day like any other day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, unlike days past. Dragonriders had appeared out of nowhere, timing it, including a queen rider; and the newest hatching, instead of her own blizzard-like experience, had been a sauna.
Keldara.
Her name never had such a...ring of change in it before. She paused and slowly turned around to observe her brown, hanging on the edge of his ledge, claws grasping the stone and his eyes whirling a strange mixture of colors she hadn't seen before. "Yes?"
She heard the sound of rustling wings and the bugle of a green. Another green flight. It wasn't altogether rare, and she was quite used to it. But not used to Galahanth's response to it. I'm going to chase Mosawyth's, he told her, twisting his head around to her. She froze on the spot, frantically searching her mind for a face, name even, to the green; and then Toni's sprang up. "Toni's green?" she asked, confused. Wasn't the green in the air at that moment? He nodded. "But...isn't she straight?"
I do not know. Mine... He paused, glancing behind him.
She gave a strangled sigh. No way was her brown to be deterred; she already felt the strange sensation of the flight, her mind beginning to be pulled towards him forcefully. "Alright. Just...Go. I'll find her weyr," she assured him, rushing over and gently hugging his neck before flinging herself out of her weyr to find the green rider's.
She found it, easily enough, to her surprise. Even though she was stumbling a few times, none of the drudges or weyr folk she passed seemed to be surprised. She saw only one other girl there, beside the green rider's; Felina, another female brownrider. Toni herself was plastered against the opposite wall, looking rightly terrified, and...Was that M'kel? "Galahanth! Is Tirenth up there?" Her voice was tight and not very pleased. She got an affirmative feeling from him and groaned, before quickly placing herself away from him, away from most of them, and away from Toni as well. No need to spook her any more than possible. She remained solidly in place, looking torn between leaving and staying.
Galahanth meanwhile took to the air, flying low and behind the main group, flying at a steady pace. He didn't need to be with the group to be part of it, and he certainly wasn't going to get too close to the green or any of the males. Especially Tirenth; he wasn't exactly sure why Keldara didn't like the Weyrleader, but he wasn't going to push his luck. He didn't even bugle his presence, just kept on flying. She would notice him, if he was to be noticed.
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Post by .K.aci on Sept 13, 2008 11:56:47 GMT -5
I'm gonna make it bend and break Say a prayer, but let the good times roll In case God doesn’t show… I want these words to make things right But it's the wrongs that makes the words come to life "Who does he think he is?" If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back to the keys..
This was her time, her kingdom, and Mosawyth knew this. Luxuriating in the attention, reveling in the fact that Siterh’s Queen was nowhere around to take away (she was prettier than that golden hag anyway), the young Green let herself preen, knowing that she making them impatient… And not caring. She had this in her paw, and she knew that the longer they stood there, the longer they were made to wait… The longer they would be her’s. And her’s she would pick. She wanted one that would stay with her, not some creature that picks and choose from every flight there was.
One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great "He tastes like you only sweeter" One night yeah one more time Thanks for the memories Thanks for the memories "See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Mosawyth was not a wicked creature… Almost. She had her moments of being a deceitful girl, enjoying getting into fights and naturally a pregnant dog… But Mosawyth did, as her rider knew, clung to several things. First things were special to Mosawyth, and her first flight, she knew, was to the most spectacular thing anybody in this weyr would have ever seen. She would choose a mate, one that would dote on her, but also one that she could, in the human context, love. Of course, a young green could always make a mistake and choose a dragon that would not stay with her… But she had her hopes, and she would chase after that dragon into her death, if that worthy creature was in her flight. It was like a Hatching, she knew. The dragonet was not laid until Their’s was at the Hatching, Faranth knowing when to gift a Queen with the right dragon. Her mate would be here, and if not in this flight the next. She would decide in time.
Been looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad. And this crystal ball. Is always cloudy except for When you look into the past. One night staaand ooooff
[/i] And this in mind, the green gem left her perch, flying high in the air. Tirenth had bugled, and Mosawyth scoffed at him, laughing as she claimed the skies as her. Did he think she cared about his ego? No Bronze was worth her! The Brown was quite, calm, Giyriath his name was. He was smart, just watching her, not calling attention to himself… Which was not quite bad. With a soft coo, the Green slipped lithely over Tirenth, favoring him with a brush of her wing, and right next to Giyriath, where she gave him a draconic smile before snapping her wings shut, dropping. Not even near the ground she snapped them back open, banking on a thermal and spinning the other way, cackling the whole while. See how many kept up with her smarts! One night yeah one more time. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the memories. "See, he tastes like you only sweeter"[/b] She narrowed her choices down, running over them in her mind even as she flipped in and out of the clouds, forgetting for a moment that she had a pack of males on her tail. Tirenth would make a fine catch, and wouldn’t that pesky Queen be mad! Her Bronze after HER instead, and Toni-mine would do well with such a creature… Giyriath, the Brown… Her’s would do well with that one, although Mosawyth didn’t quite put together that the rider’s and dragon’s were different. He seemed a polite Brown, ever so nice… And that Gawyth… He was a big strong Bronze, young, younger than her but not by much, he had a flight under his wing… And he was a strapping fellow, strong and sure to be a nice creature… Breunth, the Brown was a creature of honor, and he too, even as he slipped in late…. She would indeed, perhaps, let Him carry her… Galahanth, another Brown… He stayed calm in the face of her fantastic beauty, something that she respected… Gryth, a proud creature, for a blue. Generally one to take stock in the the higher colors, she liked this one... Ah, so many to choose from! Even as she had scaled down, she looked back as she dropped back below the clouds, remembering her suitors. In loosing them up and down side to side, she had indeed narrowed down to those six, and a straggler Blue that would never have her. With a snarl, she cast him away, threatening pain of death upon him if he even dared to try and win Her. With that, she had her last contestants. They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms collecting patient lovers Get me out of my mind. Gets you out of those clothes. I'm a liner away From forgetting you into the mood. [/i] The Games began at this point. Mosawyth looked back once more at her suitors, seizing them up, then began to make them really earn her. Flying on a straight line she knew that she did not have the stamina to do that. So she started to wing back to the Weyr, where she had been flying from, closer and closer to the ground, until she was back where they had started from, at the feeding pens. And off and over she went, to where she knew that the heavy bulls were kept separate, big creatures. She could, and would, easily break a neck or two, but they hated dragons and tended to charge them… Chuckling draconically, she darted in among one such pen, flying low enough that her wingtips grazed the grassy area. She knew that not all of them could do this, some bulkier than others and bulged at the males, taunting them, even as she never looked back to see what was happening. A fence and a bull were in her way now, and the bull was standing his ground, a nasty bugger with a mean reputation. Opening her maw, she roared in his face and then darted up, quicker than she thought she knew how, the ichor in her veins singing. She was growing tired now, but see who got out of that pickle! Calling out her crow, she caught a thermal and clung to it, staying far enough away that one couldn’t catch her easily, but so she could see what her tricks would do. One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories. Even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you only sweeter.Toniandra, meanwhile, was not having the time that Mosawyth was. M’kel was sprawled over her bed, and she almost went into hysterics there. She never heard him say he wasn’t going to hurt her, her mind tugged insistently by Mosawyth. Instead she heard M’kel-Tirenth bugle, and even as she ripped herself from that purple haze, she knew she couldn’t do this much longer. They filed in, one after another, some hanging to the back, others darting up close. Toni clenched her teeth, working on controlling Mosawyth, her mind being dragged in a thousand different directions. One night yeah one more time. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the memories See he tastes like you only sweeter.Even as Mosawyth picked out her final choices, Toni’s own eyes flickered to the faces of the riders. Two girls? Hyperventilating again! Mosawyth was paying almost no attention to Toni, except to occasionally drag her mind to hers, a battle that was leaving both of them off-guard and edgy. Toni could do nothing but cling to the stone wall beneath her fingers, and close her eyes to Mosawyth’s will. One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories. Even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you only sweeter.[/center][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Felina on Sept 14, 2008 12:52:53 GMT -5
It was such a bizarre feeling, they weren't quite sure what to make of it. Somewhere within the backs of each of their minds was the slightest gender confusion, Breunth having difficulty grasping this slight femininity and Felina having difficulty coming to terms that she was undeniably a male dragon in flight, lusting after a female when she herself was one. Shards, she was no M'kel, to chase after everything with a chest and even some without one, if the nastier rumors were to be believed! But then, she was also no longer just Felina; she was Breunth! And why was he applying the feminine pronoun to himself, anyhow? How odd.
Suddenly, the beautiful green jewel taunting all of them dropped out of the sky, to skim along the ground among the admittedly tasty-looking herdbeasts. He refused to acknowledge the possibility of failure, but admitted that if nothing were to happen, at least he would have some nice food. As he, too, dropped like a stone, he realized his mistake. Mosawyth was gorgeous, yes, but also tiny, and Breunth's wings, at least, were closer in size to a bronze's, even if the rest of him was on the smallish size for a brown. He was too low; he could not use his usually powerful downstrokes to propel him forward without risking snagging a wingtip on the ground and suffering a fall.
It was quite a peculiar pickle he had gotten himself in; he could only imagine how the other dragons would scoff at such a stupid mistake. Already he could hear the taunts: "Breunth the unthinking", and "Breunth the klutz" if he did manage to fall. All he could do was angle his wings to bring him back up high enough to where he could use them to his advantage again. The laws of gravity had other ideas, though; a dragon simply could not glide up, but needed powered flight. A single small stroke told him the folly of that idea, as the tip of one wing brushed against the grass and he quickly snapped it up again, turning so quickly he nearly collided with another dragon.
It was there that he realized the benefits of that small female part of himself. She urged him to land, only for an instant, where he could launch himself high into the air again without injury. Heeding her wisdom, though it may not have allowed him to be a front-runner any longer, as he lost precious seconds, his feet touched earth, slowed, and almost stopped before he leaped into the air, frantically trying to make up the lost moments. Those moments would probably make all the difference, but at least he was in the sky again. As was Mosawyth, glinting green farther away than before, high on a thermal. All he could do was race towards her and hope.
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Post by .K.aci on Sept 22, 2008 20:17:55 GMT -5
And on she flew, fighting for her pride, covering the fact that her wing's grew tired and the ichor in her veins pumped harder. Toni could feel the steady ache now, and reached out just enough to soothe Her's. The brush with her still energized rider helped, and Mosawyth turned to snort at them. It was time to make her choice, indeed...
The Green's mind flickered from one to the other, even as Toni tried desperetly to alter what the Green was thinking. Mosawyth, even as she turned those tired long wings up, spinning upwards and upwards in tighter and tighter spirals, fought with her rider. Again and again they battled, as Mosawyth screamed her difience from the world and from Her's. Finally, the Green could take it no more. With a heave, she yanked Toni into her mind, and Mosawyth-Toni roared their superiority...
However, as this had been going on, the males had been sneaking closer, high up in the little oxagyn'd air. Just as the truth had been made clear to Toni, it was ripped away as Mosawyth found herself sliding under a Bronze, in the mass of males, flailing herself out but knowing that she had been caught. A blue tail twined with her's as Gryth's hold around her tightened, and Mosawyth relaxed, crooning her praise to her captor.
In the Weyr, as those disapointed filed out, Toni-Mosawyth blinked out of a purple haze, looking for Her's. Gryth was there, but where was his rider?
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Post by .K.aci on Sept 22, 2008 20:24:54 GMT -5
WINNER - Gryth and N'ryl
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