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Post by lyricalblue on Apr 23, 2006 22:54:06 GMT -5
Staying clear of the feuding suitors, Weseaneth pumped his broad wings. He stayed above the Queen and her followers, let he others tire themselves with their need to prove what they were worth. The wily bronze stayed quiet and soared after Caliath, his blood burned for her. But the longer the wait the sweeter it would be when he caught her. A small growl escaped his throat, oh how he burned. Patience...
Rider followed suit after his dragon, he stayed close to Merda but said nothing. Wes would show her what they were made of, and then he would too. Oh yes, he would show her. Following the group back towards her weyr, he closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. As she caressed some of the others he took a step back. That touch he would wait for, every fiber in his body was strung tighter than a lute's cords. The growl in his bronze's throat echoed in his but he did not act. Many years of discipline keep him under a tight rein, his grey eyes smoldering. Patience and we will have her.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 24, 2006 5:23:29 GMT -5
L'kel-Mnemozyth began to rear upwards, following the Queen, but caught her trick quickly enough and made sure to lower a set of lids and then he kept his eyes simply following her shadow. This worked well enough even though it gave limited depth percpetion. Well, he wasn't so worried about that, yet. He just needed to know where she was and where they were. Everything else would be sroted out in time. This would, he guessed, be a long flight, for although Caliath was gaing, she was not ancient and certainly was experienced. She should not be udnerestemated. He just neeeded to keep on target and not make any serious errors until the time when she would be tired enough, or slip up...until he couldm ake his move.
L'kel followed Merda even a bit robotically. It was instinct to do so. He sneered as he saw the Weyrleader touch her. As of the begining of this flight she was no longer his to touch, and wouldn't be till the end...if he won, that was. It was only her who could do the touching...it was under her control. But the tall Wingsecond avoided making any sort of move about it as he might have to deal with the consequences at some later date and instead let himself be drawn by the pull of the lust to Merda's quarters. Now he ws getting hungry and he wasnted something to satisfy his thirst.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 25, 2006 21:48:24 GMT -5
Merda pulled away from J'ren's hand. Giggling, she said, "Hands off, Bronzerider. We will choose who we will," she said, and in the skies, Caliath's brassy bugle sounded agressive agreement. Seeing I'slen following her closely, protectively, she turned and leveled a smile on him. Raising her hand, she let the back of it trace his jawline, turning her fingernils at the end and letting it fall from his chin. She grinned coyly and went into her weyr.
Caliath flew lower now, down the mountain of Sodalis, passing large boulders and spines and cliffs. The dragon circled around and flew even faster up. Her large wings strained against the downdrafts, but she still stayed ahead of the bronzes flying after her. Now, though, she stayted out of the rays of the sun. Some had fallen out because of the trick, but she knew it wouldn't work again.
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Post by lyricalblue on Apr 26, 2006 13:24:26 GMT -5
Her touch froze his veins but heated his skin so he felt he would burn. I'slen stopped, a wherry struck dead in its tracks and it was several moments before he recovered his place. Merda.... His cool grey eyes were fixed on the woman. She was all that mattered, all that existed in his world centered around this one woman. He wanted to take her far away, he wanted to make it so none of the others could reach her. Didn't they understand! She was his! How dare they try to take her away. His heart pounded in his chest and he found his resolve to wait weakening. High aloft, Weseaneth echoed his rider's feelings and growled. How dare they, he would show them.
The Bronze didn't fly down the cliffs as Caliath had, but instead stayed aloft, tracking the Queen from above. He pumped his wings harder, pressing himself to gain on her. He saw the brilliant golden form below him and oh how he wanted to dive. His eyes whirled faster, but he stayed where he was. This was far enough away to be wary of her tricks and Calith had a propensity for them. His strong wings strained, brightly bronze and pumping to keep up with Caliath. Sooner or later she would find an updraft and take it. Sooner or later she would tire and then he would be there to catch her.
Man and dragon growled inaudibly deep in their throats. Oh they would be there, come ash or fire they would. But with one touch Merda had greatly weakened their resolve and the shudder that ran through I'slen's body was echoed in Weseaneth's. The rider forced himself to take a step back, let her tease the others. He could wait, oh he could wait.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 27, 2006 13:05:02 GMT -5
L'kel felt horribly jealous as he saw he touch the other men. His muscles tensed and he felt drops of sweat forming on his dark skin. Everything was so hot, so unbearably, so wonderfully hot. His eyes were fixed on the Weyrwoman, His Weyrwoman. She would be his, he would have her. He towered over most of the other men, looking rather scary at his height with his nearly black skin and tangled mess of the darkest dark hair. He felt strong and powerful, invincible. He knew that he and His were the strongest, smartest and fastest pair there. They would win. He took a step closer, not moving to touch her, but moving to be cloer. He could almost feel the heat and aura of lust radiating off of her.
Mnemozyth watched her shadow grow larger as she sunk lower, he had an impulse to reach out and grab her, she seemed so close. But he knew that such things as distance could be deceiving. It wasn't time yet. He would have to wait. But oh, this waiting, it was killing him. He voiced his frustration in a loud trumpet. He let himself glide up slightly, angling upwards so that he was slightly back and upwards of her, but still within a reasonable distance, towards the front of the peleton. Only the best of the bronzes would make it to the final stretch, and he would be one of them, and then he would beat them all. He let himself rise up from updraft to updraft, staying at an even position in relation to the Queen. But, when she was tired, when she slipped up, he would be there.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Apr 29, 2006 10:52:54 GMT -5
Z'rion was controlling the lust that began to fill him... telling himself that viderieth knew what he was doing... stay with the dragons. He was doing well enough for his young age. Most the men there would never had dared to fly a senior Queen at his age. Age and experience meant nothing to Viderieth. He was young and strong and able to keep pace just as easily as the other Bronzes. He wasn't falling for her tricks, though he stayed back a little to watch what the other Bronzes were doing.
They did not expect to win with such competition but they would be damned if they weren't going to see this as far as they could go. Merda began to leave toward her weyr and the men were all growing more and more lustful. Z'rion was not as lusty as some of the older men at this point. Perhaps the flight wasn't affecting him as much because he didnt think they would win.
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Post by Memorie on May 3, 2006 20:47:07 GMT -5
Caliath flew around Sodalis's many spires, the ridges touching the skies and poking through the clouds. The golden queen had flown long and hard, and was tiring a bit. A bronze! Sharp left, out of his clutches. Caliath bugled her triumph. No matter how I tire, you shall never catch me! She twisted and spun and wove midair, her antics setting Merda smiling smugly. Suddenly, on instant inspiration, she dived, lower, lower to the ground, evening out only a foot or two from the ground of the Bowl. Weyrfolk leapt aside as the queen flew by, cursing and landing on the ground, dropping whatever parcels they may have been carrying. The giant queen snorted at the puny windbags, and shot back up into the clouds.
Merda had fallen deeper into Caliath's concentration, now forgetting all about the men following her in the weyr on the lower caverns reserved for this purpose. Fingers at her temples, she watched through her mind's eye as the queen performed her stunts. Go, go, go! the rider egged. "Twist!" she yelled, eyeing a bronze dragon to their left. The dragon did so, barely escaping a possible mate for the second time. They were getting craftier, these bronze brothers, but she would have none of them yet.
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Post by dragonmenta on May 4, 2006 8:26:48 GMT -5
Mnemozyth followed the Queen doggedly, but kept some heeght on her. Having a sky vantage of her made it easier for him to guess which way she was going and not falll into her traps so easily. However, if he was too cautious, he would never win. It was a fine line. He glided downward at what might look from afar as a gentle motion, but he was still going at an undeniably fast speed. He was not the least bit surprised when she shot up again, he caught an upward spiral of air and again climbed up to her hight. He made a halfhearted swoop at her as he rose up, but it was mainly just to test her reflexes and cost him little time.
Ideally, she would either tire, or some more inexperienced Bronze would make a go at her, surprising her for long enough for her to become an easier target. Of course the way any Bronze would love to think of the catch was a mid dive grap as they move dropped with dizzying speed to the earth, the, rest of the Bronzes left in the wind, only to catch her and level out at the last possible second. Ah, daydreams.
L'kel followed the Weyrwoman, as if she pulled his strings like a puppet, his lust building more every moment. Soon, he thought, soon, they hoped.
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Post by lyricalblue on May 4, 2006 23:14:25 GMT -5
It was just too hard, this waiting was too much. Weseaneth bellowed his rage and lust, cupping his wings to his body the brightly bronze dragon dove. NO! Wes! Not yet! The bronze roared again and pulled his wings in faster, bringing him closer and closer to his golden prize. The wind whipped by and his first set of eyelids fluttered down. Faster and faster still, Weseaneth fell in a freefall, hurtling toward Caliath. She would be his! I'slen struggled against his dragon's wild descent. Wes! Pull up! Pull up
He opened his wings just slightly as he swooped toward her. It would be marvelous, he would dive in a top speed and catch the wind like he did as a weyrling then clutch that golden beauty to himself. Weseaneth! The bronze roared his defiance once more and realized a second later that he was too close. Too close! He was going to slam into Caliath and knock her out of the sky! Wes whipped his wings open, trying desperately now to stop. A shriek tore from his lungs as the wind wrenched back his wings. Far below, I'slen collapsed screaming and holding his left shoulder. The bronze crumpled and barely managed to avoid the Queen before plummeting downwards again. He flapped his wings, still screaming every time he moved his left wing.
The bronze slammed into the ground with a graceless landing and his rider was suddenly up and running to him. All lust evaporated like a puddle in mid summer and Wes raised his battered head slowly as I'slen reached him. "Oh you great stupid dragon!" The older rider wrapped his arms about the bronze's neck. "You great stupid, fool of a dragon." Weseaneth whimpered quietly. It hurts. I'slen rushed to the other side to examine the crumpled wing. "Where does it hurt?" My shoulder, the wind pushed it too far. His rider sighed, looked like all he did was sprain it. Thank Faranth, he'd almost taken out their Queen with the maneuver. "Can you walk?" The bronze nodded an affirmative and slowly got up, the left wing dragging. "Alright then, to the Healer we go." I'slen let out a sigh, that was a move youngsters made not experienced pair such as themselves. He'd never hear the end of this.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on May 5, 2006 14:13:23 GMT -5
Viderieth watched the other Bronze diving and almost cringed when he struck the ground. Why should he care that was one less Bronze awaitng the prize...then again he himself was beggining to feel the strain of the flight. Perhaps he should have had another besast afterall. Z'ion was beggining to feel a bit tired himself though not near to collapsing. He was having trouble controlling lust and his waning strength. If anything he needed someone to help him back to his weyr. Immediately Kaminari came to mind. He wished she were there to help him. She would trust him not to do anything just because of mating lust adn he really needed someoen to take him home... he would not be able to make it should Viderieth fly much longer.
The young Bronze was still keeping up chase with the others though it was increasingly apparent that he was getting tired. His muscles burned all over and he strained just to keep up the pace the Queen was setting. Vid, we need to stop, you don't need to over exert yourself. We are too exhausted...do you want to have a bad landing and uinjure yourself? Just a little longer I want to see how long we last. Viderieth was being dstubborn adn who was Z'rion to stop him.
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Post by Dizzy on May 5, 2006 16:12:51 GMT -5
J’ren chuckled at his Weyrwoman’s reply before sinking farther into dragon lust. Let her play… He knew how this would end.
Beodith bugled in fear and in anger as he watched Caliath come far to near the ground and his bronze rivals. It was time to end her play…
Drawing on reserves the dark bronze sped forward… his only thought was on that golden hide in front of him. He followed her up into the clouds, trying to pull above the powerful beauty. Cutting through the mist of clouds, Beodith could feel her nearness… he wanted her, everything in his being told him to reach for her and he did.
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