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Post by D'gellin on Mar 27, 2009 13:51:20 GMT -5
Butterflies. No, more than butterflies. Something different. Good but bad. Very, very, very bad. Trilia curled up where she was on the grass, feeling wholly uncomfortable. What was worse was that Ronin was the cause of it all, but at the same time wasn't there to comfort her. Trilia clung to the loneliness that evoked, using it as a crutch to pull her thoughts away from the dizzying twirl of emotions passing from the brown over to her. Ronin was part of her but he was definitely separate. She could beat this. She could...
Ronin meanwhile, had recovered fairly quickly from the unsuspected throw-up bomb, and worked his way back into the cloud of flitters. Ew, but the gunk was still icky on his hide. How could the pretty, pretty queen ever choose him if he was in such a state? He twirled about in tight little barrel rolls, hoping to distract from the yuck with a show of elegance. It might have worked, if he hadn't come out of the last twirl with the world tipping dangerously about in his vision. Whoops, which one of those tipsy twirling queens was the one that he was chasing? Mmmm, that one! Ronin darted off drunkenly, darting past the queen much too far to the left. Opps, now where did that tricksy gold get to?
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Post by Journye on Mar 28, 2009 13:33:22 GMT -5
Majesty watched as her suitors cavorted about, displaying their abilities for her to see. Much like jester performed for a queen. She looked them each over, noting what they did to attract her attention.
She was begging to tire, unfortunately fire lizards hadn't the stamina of a dragon. She needed to make a decsion despite not being prepared to give up her freedom. She looked back once more, slowing her speed drastically to bring herself closer to the chasing males. She wasn't truly interested in either of the browns, no it was the strong bronzes that she wanted, she wanted a fine sire for a clutch.
Nuisance had been the first bronze to answer her call, but he had also been the one to disgrace himself by emptying his stomach in mid air.
Othello had arrived a tad late, but he had apologized for his late arrival. He was a handsome looking bronze.
Glomp was a good bronze as well and his lovely crooning was a temptation.
Reryu was an experienced bronze, but he had been really late, that was a bad mark against him.
As she looked over the four bronzes again, she made her decsion and slowed even more, bringing herself right in front of Othello. She turned toward him, stretching her neck out in invitation to him.
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S'lem blinked and shook his head, looking around in confusion as Majesty made her choice. He noticed that there were only a couple of others around him, much fewer then the number of fire lizards in the air. He knew the bronze that his gold had chosen was not Ravyna's bronze.
He turned to look at Eravrael and couldn't remember if he had met the younger man before. He felt Griflith's gentle brush against his mind, a reassuring contact. He was surprised that his blue was so calm and quiet, normally he was hyper and asking a million questions. S'lem was thankful that his blue was calm right now when his mind was rushing with emotions from his Majesty and his own confusion.
Normally S'lem preferred the company of women, but that wasn't to say that he wasn't opened minded, and well the fact that a blue had chosen him to be his life mate kind of let that fact out of the hat.
S'lem cleared his throat and shifted slightly, closer to Eravrael. He held out his hand and offered what he hoped was a friendly smile and not as strained as it felt. His stomach was knotted with emotions, some he was familiar with and others he wasn't, adding discomfort to the situation and he liked to be in control.
"I'm S'lem," he said, mentally wincing at the husky sound of his voice, not that he could help it considering the situation. He was thankful that the feelings from a fire lizard rising wasn't as bad as a dragon's, but that wasn't to say he didn't want to...
Mine you are rambling to yourself and giving yourself a headache,[/color] Griflith chided his rider and S'lem couldn't help but smile a more relaxed smile as he continued to hold his hand out to Eravrael.
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Post by Shikai on Apr 13, 2009 20:53:18 GMT -5
((So sorry this took so long! TT_____TT Got busy with the Easter things and then the posts for the hatching. x______x))
Othello looped and twirled in the air, without the agility of a blue or green, and without the full energy behind it, as he needed to conserve in case he won the flight, but did his best to put on a good display, for sure. His rich, light bronze hide flashed in the sunlight, and now and again he warbled to the queen as he gave chase. No need to fight his way ahead of them all to the very front, he thought. He would cruise along in the middle, putting more effort into getting the gold’s attention than getting the lead. Worked fine on greens; they could never resist him, it was only when some obnoxious little blue cheated that he was robbed of his rightful…
The bronze’s little heart raced as the gold came nearer to him, nearer and nearer and – yes! Oh, how beautiful she was, how perfect and glorious, and he would never chase a green again, for who could compare to his golden beauty, stretching her neck out to him and no one else. Othello twined his neck with hers, wings flaring out to their maximum length to sustain their flight for as long as possible.
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Eravrael inhaled sharply as he was suddenly back in himself, as the bronze’s emotions had all but dominated his mind for a moment as he was caught up in Othello’s euphoria. Yet though he was now very aware of his surroundings once more, emotions still coursed through him, and he looked around fretfully as he debated whether to approach S’lem or make a run for the lake. Shards. He would vastly prefer the former, but bluerider though he was, S’lem wouldn’t necessarily be inclined to…well…
Fortunately (and Eravrael felt relief nearly as overwhelming as the emotions from the firelizard hatching he was still very, very conscious of occurring overhead) the man approached him. Era looked up at once as he cleared his throat, very close to him, it seemed, and started in surprise. He looked somewhat warily at the hand extended to him, eyes moving slowly up from it to S’lem’s face. The bluerider was smiling, though it looked somewhat strained…was he embarrassed? Just trying to be nice about it? Was he secretly disgusted by the thought and just wanted to break it to Eravrael softly? A myriad of such thoughts and suspicions raced through the candidate’s mind, but he ignored them, as he always did, and gingerly took the bluerider’s hand. Perhaps S’lem was straight, but he couldn’t be sure, right? Only one way to find out.
Eravrael returned the smile, a soft, catty grin on his face that was vastly more confident than he actually felt. But there was nothing at all attractive a stuttering, insecure wherry-brain trying and failing to give voice to his feelings, was there? Eravrael knew how to get what he wanted.
“I’m Eravrael,” He replied, and the voice was clear, though soft. He purposely left off the fact that he was a candidate. His green eyes wandered up to meet S’lem’s, looking at him with a wordless question. “So I take it that was your gold?” Eravrael asked, and he turned to look up at the sky, brushing against S’lem’s side as he did so. However, he really wasn’t trying to make conversation, and it was evident by his tone that his interests were elsewhere. The emotions from Othello were getting overwhelming indeed, and he wanted an answer to his real, unvoiced question as soon as possible.
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Post by Journye on Apr 13, 2009 23:08:04 GMT -5
((Its ok, I understand , it happens to all of us, mean old Real life )) S'lem felt his cheeks coloring slightly as Eravrael shook his head and smiled at him. He moistened his lips and nodded in answer to his question. "Yes, Majesty is my gold," he said, his cheeks coloring more at the husky tone that colored his voice, proof that the emotions being broad casted by his gold were affecting him. He followed Eravrael's gaze toward the sky, shivering as he bumped against him. He looked down at the shorter young man, taking in his profile. He hesitated a moment before allowing his hand to come up and rest lightly on Era's(I hope its ok that I shortened it) back, a gentle touch with his thumb brushing gently. S'lem had to wonder if Eravreal was even interested in men. But, then again, the look he had given him had been one of interest. This would be a first of S'lem, but...well. He shook his head and leaned down closer to Era to whisper close to the boy's ear, feeling his blond hair ticking his nose and cheek, goodness, but his hair was soft... "I don't know if its a good idea to continue our...er...'conversation' here by the lake," he said softly, giving Eravreal an open invitation to his weyr. He was a bit surprised with himself, but if he was honest with himself his interest was steaming from more then the emotions coming from his gold.
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Post by Shikai on Apr 19, 2009 17:54:47 GMT -5
((Gah, sorry again. x____x Just haven’t been able to find time to post lately.))
While Eravrael didn’t outwardly show that he noticed S’lem’s tone or the way he shivered at his touch, he was actually intently aware of it. He was relieved more than anything that S’lem seemed to be reacting to his efforts, as Othello and S’lem’s gold – Majesty, he called her – were still flying, and it was getting harder to ignore…
A smile flickered over his face as he felt S’lem’s hand brush against his back, taking this as the final sign that the bluerider had similar thoughts to his own, thank Faranth. Perhaps it would be different the next day…it usually was, but Eravrael never troubled himself to think that far. Perhaps it would end badly, but that was nothing new. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. Othello’s emotions had all but overpowered his own now anyway.
S’lem’s whispered words, so close that Eravrael could feel S’lem’s breath on his neck as he said them, were exactly what he wanted to hear. Candidate relationship rules or not, this was a flight. He could hardly be blamed for his actions, right? Besides, it wasn’t as though anyone was going to get pregnant from this occurance.
“My thoughts exactly,” Eravrael replied, turning his head to cast an inviting smile up at S’lem. “If you know of a better place…?” He said, ready to follow S’lem back to his weyr.
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Post by Journye on Apr 21, 2009 12:31:11 GMT -5
(Its ok really =^.^= Sorry my post is so short X( ))
S'lem smiled at Era's question and smile, brushing a kiss against the younger man's cheek before straightening up. "My weyr isn't far from here. Griflith wanted a weyr close to the lake where he could look out at the water," he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized how husky his voice had grown.
He kept his hand on Era's back as he moved closer to his blue who was watching them quietly. Griflith shifted so that it would be easier for the two to climb onto his back, stretching his neck out to sniff at Eravrael, rumbling a soft greeting. S'lem smiled and turned to face the younger man. "Its just a short hop from here on Griflith, a longer walk if you want to walk," he said, offering to let him choose how he wanted to go, but S'lem honestly wanted to take the quicker route.
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