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Post by Kain on Oct 17, 2008 19:24:00 GMT -5
T'ril paced. Something had been nagging at the back of him mind all morning, but for the life of him, he couldn't place it. The feeling was rather familiar, but knowing that didn't help. He sighed and turned to Vereth. The green was asleep, which was rather in itself. Normally the dragon was an early riser, but T'ril figured that she must need sleep. So he didn't bother her, but now he was wondering if he should. This constant edginess was beginning to wear on the greenrider's frazzled nerves.
The dragon seemed to sense his presence in the room and was on her feet within seconds. T'ril was just about to wish her a good morning when her emotions swamped his. After the initial flash, T'ril regained a modicum of coherency and he tried to rationalize the green's sudden mood. Oh, shards, when was the last time she rose? It had been a while, but not that long ago... Of course! That other green the rose recently, Mosawyth, must have set her off. He muttered a few curses under his breath. He should have taken Vereth out on a trip that day, but the whole thing had slipped his mind.
The green was awake with a vengeance. She was already leaping of their ledge, her eyes a very deep purple. He flight was only the tiniest bit erratic, betraying her eagerness to get to the feeding pens. Her brassy calls alerted the others to the event happening. T'ril, back in the weyr, walking quickly to unlatch the door. Didn't want to be trapped in here alone when thinking became problematic, after all.
The green was at the pens, and she let out a shrill bugle. She dropped down viciously on a lone herdbeast. Her maw drifted to the soft meat of the beast, but then T'ril was in her mind.
Verlove, blood only! They'd been through this enough times for the man to know just how much force to put behind his words. The green was a sneaky one though, and she let out an angry roar. Vereth, BLOOD ONLY. He repeated, this time putting as much force into the command as he could. The dragon submitted.
She lifted her head from the bloody carcass, little drops of the crimson liquid spotting her hide. She let out a last brassy call, then searched for another victim. This time, T'ril only had to command her once. Her third, and final herdbeast required no prompting at all. She finished it, and lifted her swirling eyes to survey which pitiful creatures thought that they might be able to outfly her supreme self.
( >:3 Have at! )
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Post by Journye on Oct 20, 2008 7:47:02 GMT -5
Journye was finishing her rounds in the infirmary, checking on the badly injured riders from the 'Fall. She had made sure that S'lem had walked for her, the poor man. She felt sorry for making him move, but it needed to be done or the wound would get infected.
She was just about to step into her weyr when she heard the bugle of a green at the pens. She shook her head and stepped inside to find Lucaith staring down at the pens. "Luca love, its just another green getting ready to rise," she said gently as she came to his side.
Its Vereth mine. She is a lovely green is she not?[/color] he asked his rider, keeping his attention on the green at the pens as she blooded her second kill. Journye blinked and looked up at her blue in shock. True they hadn't been full riders all that long, but she still had never heard her blue comment about a green before. "Lucaith?" she asked even though she could already feel his emotions.
"Oh shard it," she muttered as she scrambled onto her blue's back without any straps. She would hear about it later, but it was only a short glide to the bowl. She slipped from Lucaith's back as soon as he landed and made her way toward the green's weyr, pausing to ask for direstions, already feeling herself getting swamped by Lucaith's emotions.
She made it to the door just before Lucaith pounced on his own beast, blooding it as he watched the green. Journye shook her head to try and clear it some what as she knocked on the door.
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Post by D'gellin on Nov 12, 2008 18:54:23 GMT -5
"Vereth and T'ril?" D'gellin halted, brain processing...processing...processing... ...ERROR, ERROR, DOES NOT COMPUTE. "Wait, but, wait, that's a- wait, that's a man! I - oh, no, please no. No, please, no man, please no!" D'gellin cried, throwing himself at his bronze, feeling all his dignity soaring out the window where Lancetoth wanted to be. All his dreams, all his crushes, girls, gone, poof. What about his dream girl? He'd never found his dream girl! D:> "Pleasenopleasenopleaseno" D'gellin begged futilely as Lancetoth walked determinedly towards the ledge, head held high. "Noooooo-ho-ho-hooooo"
Oh do spot whining, D'gellinmine! It’s not the end of the world! You're being overly dramatic. This coming from the dragon who overly dramatized his every action, including now as he shook his head in exaggerated irritation, making a great show of standing at the edge of their weyr, holding himself with much pride, wings half unfurled so that they caught the light just so. Now if you're quite finished -"
"- I'M NOT! -"
- Then I have a green to catch. And with that he shook his foreleg, dislodging D'gellin from his vice-like begging hug, and took to the skies. Scrambling to his feet, D'gellin quickly changed tactics, ripping his goggles off his head and chucking them at the ground. "LANCETOTH, YOU FLIGHTY SON OF A WHER, GET YOUR HIDE BACK HERE BEFORE I SKIN YOU WITH A SPOON!!" He cried, voice cracking more than once. But Lancetoth stayed his course and, as if to simply torture poor D'gellin further, sent him a boiling rush of lust over their mental connection, leaving the young rider reeling and backpedaling into his weyr like a drunkard.
He collapsed on the floor, trying very hard to keep his composure under the weight of Lancetoth's emotions. But by Faranth...He'd never...not like this...D'gellin whimpered quietly to himself, pressing his face into the cool rock below him, suddenly icy cold in comparison to himself. This wasn't fair! Lancetoth's first flight was supposed to be with a dragon who had pretty girl rider (who, by the way, fell head over heels for D'gellin, and they lived happily ever after). Which wasn't what was happening. This was just...wrong. This was wrong. Very wrong. But...okay...okay, let's see, let's think, what can we do...what can we...do...about...doing....ARG. I really don't like you right now. He hissed.
Love you too. <3
Well, okay, TRY to think...this was Lancetoth's first flight. So the odds of him winning were poor. Which was good. Very good. If his memory served, Vereth wasn't from the same clutch as Lanny, making the green an older, wiser, hopefully-interested-in-more-seasoned-dragons dragon. Double-y very good. Lancetoth was also easily goaded and incredibly gullible, making him more prone to mistakes. Another good thing. And that tail of his, long and always in the way...well maybe that would be more of a problem for the other pursuers (which D'gellin sincerely hoped there were many of!) but would certainly be a deterrent for Lancetoth as well and...and...and - hooooooothoughtsflyingouthewindow. Face flaming with embarrassment and anxiety and all those Faranth forsaken feelings Lancetoth was pumping into him, D'gellin rose to his feet, feeling very much like he was going to puke, and grudgingly left his weyr. This flight, he was sure, was going to be much, much...much too long...
((*cackles* I'm so mean. XD;; Poor D'gellin. ;_; He's so innocent! D:> ))
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Post by Kain on Nov 26, 2008 18:46:37 GMT -5
The green dragon was taking her time with the last herdbeast, taunting any that thought they might be worthy enough to catch her. She was watching out of the corner of her eye, still a deep purple. Only two? She fluttered her wings, irritated. Then again, one was a bronze... Finally, she lifted her head and let out her last trumpet. And then, a flash of green, and she was in the air. Her wings remembered the pattern of old flights and fell in line to the need to fly. Up, up, up- she had to go as high as she could now. Vereth knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it was better to do the hard part now rather than when her wings began to strain.
In his weyr, T'ril was doing his best to stay with his feet on the ground. Through the green, he felt the awesome sensation of flight; and it was hard to remember that he was, in fact, human and very earth-bound. Finally he noticed that someone was knocking on his door. That helped him a bit, focusing on the T'ril part of his conciousness. He made his way to the entrance and pulled open the door. He felt a few emotions at the sight of Journye. Most prominent was surprise, which then compounded as D'gellin entered his view. He'd thought that one was, well, not inclined in T'ril's direction. No matter. He managed a feeble smile at the pair, moving back to the comfort of his room.
Vereth was a queen in that brief moment- she was the supreme being here, her and no one else. The golds of the Weyr held no power over her here. The malachite dragon reveled in her own freedom, but with a sly eye she watched her chasers. It wouldn't do for one of them to sneak up on her now.
( Sorry that it took forever for me to reply- I've been swamped! Luckily it's the season of vacations now, so I'll try to post faster now. x] )
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Post by Journye on Nov 26, 2008 19:48:35 GMT -5
Lucatih watched the green closely as he finished blooding his own beast, his eyes whirling in his excitement. When Vereth took to the air he was only a moment behind her, bugling in answer to her challenge.
He had noticed that a second suitor had joined him, a bronze. He snorted and turned his full attention back to Vereth, wasn't enough for the bronzes to chase to golds without giving chase to the greens too?!
Calm, sweet, gentle Lucaith actually turned his head and growled at Lancetoth, snapping at the bronze. He snorted again and flicked his tail as he sped after the lovely green, crooning his admiration to her.
Journye was startled by the feelings coming from her blue, so startled that she nearly stumbled into T'ril when he opened the door. She was blushed crimson and was pretty sure that the color wouldn't leave her cheeks for a full sevendays.
She shyly returned his smile as she stepped into the room, glancing over to D'gellin, the rider of the bronze who had Lucaith in a tizzy, her own lips actually curled up into a bit of a snarl as she was swept up into her blue's emotions again.
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Post by D'gellin on Dec 18, 2008 23:41:32 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay! D:> If I take a long time again, please don't wait up for me! I can always catch up but we don't want this thread to die! )) For the most part, instinct drove Lancetoth. He knew he needed fuel, something to sustain him, for Vereth would not be an easy prize. His wings tucked to his sides as he plummeted, opening them only soon enough to keep from colliding with or scraping his wings on the ground. In this relatively graceful move, he managed to secure an unlucky herdbeast in his talons before angling away to suck the life from the beast. The vampiric act that followed sent a new flush of energy through his veins. Eyes whirling a lusty violet, he searched out his green, giving a startled trumpet when she shot into the air. A relatively large bronze such as himself would be wise to blood another herdbeast before giving chase, but the sight of a blue hide streaking off after his green was an unwelcome image. Hissing violently, Lancetoth launched himself into the air, forsaking the spooked herdbeasts bellow. The indignance of loosing to a blue clouded any remaining judgment in the conscious portion of his being. Lancetoth would not be left behind. As he swept up on his competition, he bared his teeth, long tail lashing. This was his green. The primal mantra consumed his mind.
D'gellin gasped, stumbling backward, arms reaching blindly for the wall behind him. When they couldn't find purchase, the inexperienced young rider slipped to the floor. Oh by Faranth make it stop, make it go away! He couldn't stifle the low whine that grated in the back of his throat as he smashed his face into his hands, as though hoping to dispel the mesh of Lancetoth and D'gellin's worlds by sheer physical force. He could scarcely discern if he actually made it to T'ril's room or if he was riding the air on Lancetoth's wings. Where was he in all this madness? Where was D'gellin?
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Post by Kain on Dec 19, 2008 2:21:21 GMT -5
(( =P ))
Vereth was high in the air now. The coolness of the alititude actually felt nice on her hide; but now came the fun part, and she knew it. She hovered for a split second, letting her persuers think they were gaining ground and then... She folded her wings and streamlined her body, dropping like shiney green rock. After a few seconds and a couple hundred feet, the green pulled out of her free fall with a twisty manuver. Her small size was actually helpful for this bit, since it just meant she was that much faster.
Now she was just enjoying the flight. She zipped off in an arbitrary direction, knowing that the larger males wouldn't be able to follow as fast as she could fly. At least, not yet. Her eyes spun with blue and green shimmers specked through the mauve. She let out a sound that was almost a draconic laugh, though it was probably lost in the wind.
Back in the weyr, T'ril was slightly amused. As affected as he was, he couldn't say it matched either of the other flight participant. The girl, Journye, was practically growling at the bronzerider. And him; T'ril was worried about him. That hunch payed off when the rider fell against the wall. The greenrider hurried over to see if he was okay. He kneeled beside the rider and put his hand on the boy's arm for support, and if T'ril touch lingered- well, it was a flight.
"Are you okay?" T'ril asked, his voice a bit rough.
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Post by Journye on Dec 23, 2008 13:10:14 GMT -5
Lucaith turned his attention away from the bronze and gave Vereth his full attention now as she deserved. He gave a short trumpet of surprise when the green folded her wings and dropped quickly. He folded his own wings to follow her, but due to his size being larger the hers he wasn't able to follow her twist of a maneuver at the bottom of her fall.
He snapped his wings open and stopped his own descent, flicking his tail to help him spin to follow her, crooning deep in his chest in admiration of her movements and of her lithe form.
Journye, back in the weyr noted the bronze rider's slip to the floor. She shook her head, trying to bring her own consciousness back to the front, struggling against the mingling of Lucaith's mind with hers. She was glad the green's rider was more in control of himself then she was of herself. This was her first flight and she felt confused and disoriented.
She felt bad for snarling at the other rider, but she couldn't make her throat work to make an apology. What little bit she was able to be herself, that little bit of ground she quickly lost as her blue became more focused on the flight, drawing her back into it. At least she was able to remain on her feet even though she swayed.
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Post by D'gellin on Dec 26, 2008 19:36:49 GMT -5
Pulling up on Lucaith, Lancetoth's eyes were trained unwaveringly on Vereth, following each shift and dip and rise in her flight. Because of this, he was prepared when she dropped, tucking his wings in suite. When he pulled out of his dive, he wasn't nearly as graceful as Vereth, but he was at least nimble enough to keep from throwing himself off. The young bronze crooned in admiration of her skill, both frustrated for not managing as well but intrigued by her prowess.
Feeling confident, Lancetoth chanced a glance at Lucaith, and was surprised to find him managing quite well. There had to be something Lancetoth could do to get a leg up on him but what...
Blinking away flashing images of the open sky and Vereth's glistening green hide, D'gellin nearly jumped out of his skin at T'ril's touch. Oh by Faranth. D'gellin closed his eyes, looking away. Why couldn't the greenrider have left him alone? This was definitely not what he needed, even if the emotions being channeled from Lancetoth into himself spoke otherwise. Somewhere, as if from a great distance, he heard his voice mutter a surprisingly indignant "no" just before the vertigo of Lancetoth's clumsy spin hit his stomach. "You're not a girl." D'gellin spat in frustration, pulling his arm away. It wasn't that he had a problem with homosexuals. In any other situation, it wouldn't bother him at all, but this was different. This was putting him a position that made him awkward and uncomfortable. Please, Lancetoth! D'gellin begged, irrational fear clouding his head. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to get away. But then why wouldn't he move?
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Post by Kain on Dec 26, 2008 21:06:31 GMT -5
Vereth was feeling particularly proud of her flight skills when she noticed something dreadful. Her wings were starting strain! This troubling fact was sure to have been sighted by her pursuers, though perhaps not. As if to prove that she was not tired in the slightest, she dipped a tiny bit to make them think she was going down again before shooting up into the air again. Not quite as fast as the first time, but still at a brisk pace.
She comforted herself with that and peered back as subtly as she could. While her proficiency at flying was still something she was focused on, at the same time she was beginning to tire of just flirting with her competitors. Lucaith, he was nice enough. And certainly skilled if he could catch a flight-master such as herself. Lancetoth, though, was the real feather in her cap. A bronze! Vereth herself could not rightfully decide whether she would rather have the skill or the standing. She snaked her head around as much as she could while flying to glace at the two dragons.
Meanwhile T'ril was feeling more than a little offended. The boy's 'no' was entirely the wrong tone for T'ril comfort. The greenrider yanked his hand away as though stung when the boy's next words hit him. Not a girl? Was that... oh, he didn't... T'ril was a bit put out. He showed up at a time like this and now he didn't even want to be here? But, well, maybe D'gellin just... didn't know? Maybe he was just... confused? T'ril didn't really know if his thoughts were making any sense, but his flight-fogged brain didn't really know what to make of an uninterested rider at the present time.
"Fine- fine," he said off-handedly to the bronzerider, still a bit miffed at the boy's rejection. What on Pern did he think was going to happen if his Lancetoth caught T'ril's Vereth?
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