Calith Rises

[Skye]

Skye stretched slowly before stepping out of her bath, wrapping her self in a large fluffy towel. She took another towel and vigriously rubbed at her hair. She frowned and looked toward Calith sleeping on her couch, trying to place her finger on the agitated feelings she was feeling, were they hers or was Calith having a bad dream. She shook her head and tossed aside the towel she was using to dry her hair and walked to the doorway, watching her green shift restlessly in her sleep. She hugged the towel more tightly around her when she noticed the glow to Calith's green hide.

A slow, sensual smile curved the corners of Skye's mouth as her green jerked awake with a trumpet of agitation before leaping to her feet. The green paced for a long moment alonf the edge of hr ledge, rumbling to herself as she watched the activity below her in he late afternoon sun. Calith leaped from the edge and snapped her wings open, gliding to the feeding pens with a challenging call to the males.

She dropped upon a strong buck, bringing it down swiftly and sunk her teeth deeply into its neck. Blood only! Blood only Calith! Skye struggled to force the command to her green whose lust was rising. After a long struggle Calith finally gave in and drank the blood from the buck, feeling its fan the flames to her desires. She raised her head and called out another challenge, blood running from the corners of her muzzle and down her neck at the action.

Calith looked around her at the gathered males and growled. How dare thay! How dare they think to corner her like this. She bugled angrily and leaped into the air, beating her wings quickly to gain altitude, the sun sparkling on her lovely green hide. She gave a flick of her tail at the males and spun on a wing tip to head toward the lake, crooning in delight at the feel of the air currents caressing her hide and the sun warming her hide and blood.

Back in her weyr, Skye laughed softly, a low husky sound as she raised her arms over her head in a slow stretch, allowing the towel she had wrapped around herself to slip free to fall in a pool of white about her feet, she wouldn't be needing it soon now would she. She laughed softly again as she lowered her arms to look out toward the sky where her green was winging her way higher and higher.

Skye smiled and allowed her eyes to half close as she became one with her Calith, losing herself in her Green's joy and desires.

[Shikai]

D’rom leaned his head wearily against his hand, massaging his temples with brown fingers, smudged slightly with black ink. He peered down at the hides spread across his desk, covered in charts and records. Threadfall was fast approaching, he was certain. How could the weyr possibly hope to protect all of Pern with such limited numbers? However, his musings were disrupted by a completely unexpected chain of events.

From his place on the dragon couch, Faerth lifted his head, peering outside at something on the ground. Calith is rising.[/color] He remarked to his rider. “Calith?” D’rom repeated, the name somewhat familiar…Of Skye.[/color] D’rom groaned. And…you’re going to chase? Yes, I think I will.[/color] “…Fine.” He gave in. After all, it had been quite some time since Faerth last chased, and he could hardly deny his dragon. But Skye was quite young. Not unattractive, but young. And he had wanted to get something done that day.

Ah, come now, D’rom! If anything I’ve only saved you from a day of staring at old records until your eyesight goes.[/color] The dragon replied, and D’rom could feel the smirk in his voice. Well…do as you must. D’rom said, and the dragon moved to the weyrledge, and launched himself down after Calith.

He quickly decended upon a herdbeast, filling his stomach just enough to sustain him before taking to the sky again, bugling his entrance into the flight. Calith would be his!

D’rom, meanwhile, left his weyr, moving quickly in the direction of Skye’s weyr. However, the sight that greeted his eyes when he moved entered, without so much as bothering to knock (flights made everyone forget such courtesies, it seemed) was startling, to say the least.

“Oh…I’m…sorry…” He mumbled, forcing his eyes to avert. However, he could feel his self-control slipping with every powerful wingbeat of Faerth’s wings…

[B'kay]

Gaylen twitched in her sleep, during the third nap since waking before dawn. Alabanth's eyes opened suddenly, flashing with interest, but his old bones protested the odd ideas that filtered through his head.

Besides, he had Greylith ... his affection for her, even though he was old and his interests had shifted, was greater even than the primal urges of a male dragon. Still, though....

Gaylen, Mine? He nudged softly into her sleeping thoughts and watched as she roused. Will you rise and dress? A green flies today, and I wish to be away, so my belly does not ache.

Half-asleep, with the long practice of having allowed her dragon to be the thinker of the pair, Gaylen did so. The old harnesses slid almost automatically over Alabanth's head as she helped him into them. Memory chirped contentedly on the greying blue's head as the dragon helped his rider to mount.

Strap in, now, we fly straight today.

Soon, the warm Southern air was blowing through the woman's disheveled hair, as the golden beaches of a distant cove sparkled below. Alabanth scanned the terrain for a perfect spot ... with sun and shade, soft sand to cushion the blankets, and a warm, salty bay deep enough for an old blue dragon to soak blissfully in. And there it was.

The pair circled gently downward, far from the rattling influences of green flight.

[Skye]

Gaelrith had been watching Calith for a full seven day now and gave a loud bugle of delight when she uttered her first challenge to the males. A'idin who had been oiling his straps jumped at the sound "Shard it Gael!" he yelled at his brown even as he jumped to his feet. Gaelrith snorted at his rider Calith rises and I give chase! I desire her as much as you desire her rider![/color] the brown said as he sped down to the feeding pen, bringing down a herd beast quickly, hissing at Faerth for arriving there before him.

A'idin was dumb founded by Gaelrith's statement "I do not!" he called after the brown and was rewarded with a mental snort of laughter just before the brown launched himself into the air, bugling his entrance into the flight.

A'idin scowled and put his straps on the bed before jogging out of his weyr. He stumbled a couple of times as he struggled to remain himself long enough to reach Skye's rooms. He only knocked briefly and didn't wait for an answer before walking in. He could only stare for a moment at Skye, barely acknowledging that D'rom had already arrived. He shook his head "Shard it," he mumbled and looked down, trying not to stare at Skye's form.

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Skye was only vaguely aware of the two men's arrival, already allowing herself to be swept away in the tidal wave of her green's emotions.

Calith looked back at the two strong browns following her and was slightly disappointed that there were only two. She deserved more! But the weyr wasn't at full strength yet so she would have to settle for those that did take an interest.

She crooned over her shoulder at the seductively, flicking her tail flirtatiously as she duck into the bank of fluffy white clouds. She gave a bugle of delight at the cool moisture of the clouds kissing her hide. She rolled to the left out of the clouds and tucked her wings to dive down to the lake surface. She flicked her tail once more and sent a spray of water toward the two males behind her.

[M'kel]

The sand had been arranged quite perfectly, forming a steamy depression that fit Tirenth's form just so. M'kel, on the other hand, was off the sand and propped up against a tree, snoozing in the shadows. The pair had taken off early from the Weyr in order to escape their 'duties', whisking away to this lovely cove, where Tirenth had proceeded to splash in the waters until the heat became too much for activity. Now, both were catching up on the lost sleep, for they had become used to sleeping in every day.

Luckily, the great bronze was not sleeping too heavily, and a voice brushed his mind. It took a few minutes for Tirenth to register the message, relayed from another dragon at the Weyr, and suddenly his eyes were whirling, and he was on his feet. M'kel! She rises! The call was nearly a shout due to his urgency, but the bronze didn't want to startle his rider too badly. They just had to move fast!

"What?" came M'kel's startled cry as he was jerked awake. He sat blinking in the sun for a moment, staring at the bronze. "Who is?"

We shouldn't have left the Weyr; I knew it would be soon. Tirenth ignored his rider's confusion, rumbling over to prod his rider into action. Come on, I can't get this harness on on my own. Unless you don't want to be at the Weyr for it?

M'kel was spurred into movement by Tirenth's insistency, but he glowered all the while. "Who is rising, Tirenth?" he growled. "It can't be time for Aviciath already, could it?" He strapped the harness on deftly and vaulted onto the bronze's back. Almost before he'd wrapped his hands around the strapping, Tirenth leapt into the air.

As the great bronze carried them between, he uttered only one word. Calith.

Thus, the pair burst out of that chill emptiness with M'kel's mouth open in shock, and he had still not recovered when Tirenth ushered him from his back and took to the air, riding harness and all. The bronze's desire left M'kel no time to ponder this and the potential consequences of Sitareh's wrath, however, for the rider was already stumbling towards Skye's weyr, flitting in and out of awareness of the Bowl as his mind took to the clouds with Tirenth.

His feet knew the way, though, even if his mind wasn't there to command them, and he was soon standing with two other men in her quarters. That she was already undressed only came as a minor shock, for the bronzerider had already been swept away by his dragon's and his own need. In fact, he couldn't help but grin at the awkward looks of the other two riders as they turned away. M'kel was not so polite, although he really did try to stare at that pebble on the floor. He honestly did.

Tirenth's anxiety over his late arrival carried him swiftly into the air, and he was grateful for the small nap he had been able to enjoy just prior to this Flight. His powerful wings swept the air in determined, focused beats, and the bronze was pleased to note that he was gaining on the others. The reason for this became evident as Tirenth noted only two brown pursuers thus far, and he bugled in triumph. There was no way a measly brown could best him, the mightiest bronze in the Weyr! He was lucky, though, that Calith's Flight had carried them all back to the Lake, for it meant that he did not have far to go in order to catch up. He admired her sparkling green hide, for it glowed with perfection and beauty. He trumpeted his appreciation now, speeding forward with singleminded desire.

[Skye]

Calith gave an amused rumble as Tirenth joined the flight now. She bugled loudly and beat her wings to gain altitude, to streak away from the weyr now. Now not only did she feel the high of her lust and passion, but now the thrill that a bronze was giving chase.

She crooned teasingly over her shoulder at the three as she winged her way toward the ocean, her wing beats stead and sure.

Skye was no longer aware of herself back in the weyr, no she and Skye were one at the moment and she closed her eyes and they enjoyed the thrill of the open air. Freedom! Calith would not soon give in.

[M'kel]

A fully rested and well-sunned bronze meant for a strong Flight, and Tirenth's speed attested to this fact. He swooped along after the other three, soon becoming level with the two browns. His desire was so overwhelming that the dragon longed to end the Flight now by diving forward with a powerful sweep of his wings to catch her. However, he had gained enough maturity to know that this would likely not end well, for the green would be upset at this approach, and if she spun away, the browns could easily follow while Tirenth would flounder some time before catching up again.

Thus, he struggled to remain patient, crooning enticingly in response to her tease. They were climbing higher now, and Tirenth was quite pleased, for his large wings could sweep him higher faster. Still, he held back a respectable distance, only attempting to keep a small distance ahead of the foremost brown. His whirling eyes were locked on the emerald that sparkled over the sapphire ocean, bedazzled by the glowing beauty of Calith. There was no doubt in Tirenth's mind that she would soon be his.

M'kel, swept away by his dragon's emotions, was no longer in the weyr. He was flying with his dragon, eyes lusting after the beauty before him and fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly with the suppressed desire to catch her.

[B'kay]

Suddenly a near-black dart, not as large as Tirenth, but flying with equal ferocity, rocketed through the sky toward the flyers.

B'kay, startled from sleep by fierce, out of control, emotions, sat up abruptly in his chair, which tipped backward, sprawling him on the stone floor of his weyr. He had been filling out progress reports, with the good company of a bit too much wine, and hadn't even realized he'd dozed at his desk.

"Syth!" He roared, aloud and mentally, searching the empty ledge where his bronze had been sleeping.

Mindless emotions returned, images of a lithe green who glowed with inner fire, and the males who pursued her. One of those males was a huge bronze dragon....

As what was left of B'kay's conscious thought faded, following his dragon's flight, he groaned out loud. Oh, no.... not M'kel and Tirenth....

And then, suddenly, as his blind pacing brought his toes the edge of his dragon's ledge, he realized the true dilemma of his situation.

He was in his weyr. The weyr that, conveniently, had never had the back entrance finished. The weyr whose only entrance or exit was by dragonflight ... or a hundred dragonlength sheer drop.

His mind was on fire, his body burning, his dragon in full ardor of a mating flight.

And B'kay was trapped in his weyr!

[ooc: maaan, I love torturing my characters.... ]

[Shikai]

((Ack, sorry! I’ve been neglecting this thread somehow. xD I must be in too many. o__o))

Faerth rumbled irritably as two bronzes joined the chase for Calith. Foolish, flashy creatures! How arrogant they were. Queens were for bronzes, must they compete for the greens as well? Well, a bronze could not hope to outmaneuver him!

The brown bugled in response, his voice rich with vitality, as his powerful wings beat the air, forcing the ground away and propelling him higher and higher.

Putting on a burst of speed, Faerth drew closer to Calith and banked, executing a perfect barrel roll in display. He rolled once and came out neatly, diving slightly to regain momentum before surging forward again, keeping pace. Bronzes may be stronger, but he was more agile, and fully intended to use this to his advantage. Calith would be his!

[Skye]

((Oh, poor B'kay heh. ))

Calith crooned appreciation at Faerth as he displayed his aerial acrobats, indeed a fine specimen of a brown. She was beginning to feel the strain on her wings from the flight. She wanted to fly longer and farther, but sadly she was only a green and had the stanima of such.

She looked back at her selection, two browns and two bronze, indeed a fine group, but who to choose. It was indeed a hard choice! She rumbled teasingly to them. Faerth had shown his abilities, let the others do so as well, she wanted them to work for her.

With another rumble of draconic laughter she caught a thermal and soared higher still, flashing through some cloud cover.

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Gaelrith bugled appreciation to the sleek green as she flashed through the sky, her scent and her voice teasing him. He growled softly to the other dragons gather, especially the bronzes. He was shocked when they first entered, a bronze usually not lowering himself to chase a green.

He snorted and tucked his wings to rolled to the right, doing a series of rolls before snapping his wings open to catch the thermal that had carried Calith higher.