Green Flight (Open)

[hrsegrl245]

Morelia woke at dawn as she did when Naraleth was this famished. Slow down...I need to wake up.
There will be time for klah later.... I'm starving.
The green was being pushy. I'M HAVING MY KLAH BY FARANTH OR FALL TAKE ME!
The green was in just the same mood. WELL THEN I'M GOING WITHOUT YOU!

Kissing L'kel on the forehead she walked over to the table and poured herself some klah from the pitcher there. "L'kel." She spoke loud enough to wake him. "I'm going to the feeding grounds with Naraleth. She is in one fowl mood this morning." Morelia said and left the Bronzers weyr, meeting her own dragon in her weyr just down the hall.

Ready dear?
The Feeding Grounds it is.
Morelia was dropped off upon reaching them. Seeing Naraleth hunt was always exhilirating. However the green took her time to find the perfect one to sink her teeth into. This was no ordinary feeding, Morelia realized that NAraleth was being choosy because she was going to blood. Don't over eat darling.
what? and let those sharding males be faster then me...I don't think so.

After blooding two herdbeasts the green raised her head defiantly and with dawn's light pouring over hersent out a call to the makes around her. She would fly, higher and faster than any of them. Come , oh bronzes, browns and blues, today I shall outfly you all. She said as she put herself into thhe air, waiting for a response...of course they would all be tired in the morning. Morelia could only imagine the riders being quite sleepy.

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L'kel woke up wit ha start, he noticed the fleeting figure of Morelia down the hall.
Mine, its time.
I gathered. He said shortly and pulled on his clothes as quickly as possible. He stumbled out of the weyr looking thuroughly disheveled. The second time in tow days, which L'kel did not usually do. He lept onto his Bronze and the pair winged down to the feeding grounds quickly.

Before Zyth had even touched the ground, L'kel had lept of the huge Bronze. L'kel hurried over ot Morelia, he wanted her to know he was there before she totally becoma her dragon. He kissed her quickly on the lips whispering, "Finally. Zyth and I are ready, so Naraleth should fly fast." He grinend and stood a few paces back from her to join the circle of riders around the greenrider.

Mnmozyth blooded three herbeats. Roarign as he snapped hte neck of his last one. He coudl feel the blood pumping throug hhis veins liek pure adrenenaline. He lifted up in to the air with two powerful strokes of his Bronze wings. I answer your call, sweet Naraleth. Fly fast and strong, for this Bronze will be there every step of the way. He shot with great speed into the air, waiting to see what she woudl be amttempting first. This was an expereienced green, so he would have to be careful because she knew what she was doing.

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Morelia was so glad to see that L'kel had gotten up in time for her to see him before giving way to her dragons need...errr...wants. Naraleth after taunting the blues, browns and bronzes felt ready to take to the skies, knowing that she had quite the group of admirers. Morelia was watchign the greens every move, realizing again how very vain the dragon was.

It certainly was time, the green thought to herself haughtily. She had planned out her path of flight long before she began it. Taking like a rocket toward the sky, her slender form shot thpast all her followers with a burst of speed. As soon as all of the dragons giving chase were behind her, she darted quickly to the east where the rising sun could blind you if you were not paying attention.

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T'don was already up and drinking his morning klah when his stomach flopped. Something was happening. Mine, Naraleth Rises! The brownrider had figured as much, and he raced to the Feeding Grounds. Kyoth was already there, watching the green with lustful eyes for a moment before the competition arrived. He and a bronze had arrived first, followed by many others. But they would not lose. The Duro Wingrider arrived just as the Bloodchar Wingsecond gave the girl a quick kiss. Disgusting. This was a Flight, and he had no right to her before their dragons even took to the air.

Stalking over, the hot-tempered brownrider, who some thought should really be a bronzerider with his attitude, cleared his throat to interrupt. He was more physical than anything, and it was rare that he said more than a full sentence at a time. Without hesitation he pushed L'kel away from the greenrider. "She's not yours yet." And she never will be if he's so clingy. His chocolate brown eyes glared at the bronzer, not caring that he was completely outranked here. But rank and size didn't matter, it was the heart.

Kyoth finished blooding his three herdbeasts, but unlike Mnemozyth, he had no neck-breaking finish. It took him a few seconds more to jump into the air, giving the bronze time to catch up after taking the time to break the beast's neck. They seemed even, for now, and the brown called back to the green with a husky voice of lust. I shall take your challenge, dear Green, and you will be impressed with my skill that surpasses a bronze's. He was usually sweet-tempered and very easy to get along with, but the Flight was raging so hot in his veins that he was not himself anymore...drowning in the lust as T'don started to sink below the surface.

[dragonmenta]

L'kel rounded on the Brownrider, dark eyes blazing. His huge height very obvious. He ground his teeth. He wasn't one for conflict, but this was a flight. He grabbed the rider by the collar. "She will always be mine!" He hissed, pushing the man backwards. "And don't forget it." He sneered. He had her without the flight, and he would have her in it as well, and do Duro rider, below him, was going to take her from him.

Menmozyth felt the tension growing and spread his enormous bronze wings farhter as he soared off towards his green. He kept his head down, so as not to be blinded by the sun, watching the shadow of the green instead. He was perhaps a little out of practice at this, but he learned fast. As an added bonus, he knew this green, he saw her fly every day. He had led her in drills, he knew the way her wings moved, the way her body angled in a turn. He would read her, and chase her, and catch her, and take her.

The lust overcame both of them, and they were joined as one in the passion of the flight. L'kel-Mnemozyth let out a ripping turmpet as they winged forward in the flight.

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Morelia was never shocked at how men acted during flights, odd personalities came out. Naraleth knew how to test them properly though and Morelia would not let herself worry about the flight at all. She focused on her dragons emotions adn became more and more immersed in the desire to give chase.

She did succeed in tricking some of the younger blues that did not know really what was going on but this would be a learning experience for them. Her next twist in the airsent her onto an air thermal giving her more height with her speed. She was just getting going and some of the poor followers could not keep up with her current speed. There were two dragons in particular that were following her with ease... Mnemozyth and Kyoth... both were worthy adversaries. She would test them...yes she would.
Naraleth called to them a moment, never taking the time to turn around to look at them. That would waste time and energy. Coming boys? It was more a taunt to show how fast she was going. Naraleth was very playful and full of tricks when she flew. This was no exception... Morelia on the other hand was filling with a desire, that burned her throat and made her tremble every so often. Her blue eyes were far off with her green dragon and no longer with them.

[dragonmenta]

Mnemozyth answered Naraleth's call only by the faster pace of his flight. He was never one for many words. His actions would prove his feelings. He closed his wings and looped inot the current, unfurling them again once he was inside, gliding along behind the green liek a massive bronze kite. He was fine with this game, he had excellant endurance and strength o he could wait it out. He would wait until she had stopped using as much agility until it was purely a race of speed and prowess, then he would win.

L'kel's eyes never left Morelia. He was totally one with his dragon now, eyes alight with the intensity of his emotions. They would win, they felt it, they wanted it so bad. He never looked anything but gentlemantly and dapper but now he looked purely savage; handseome, yes, but with a wildness to him that rarely showed itself. "Relia..." He hissed under his breath.

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T'don's face twisted in rage as the other man grabbed his collar. How dare he touch him! His fist wrapped around the man's wrist and held it so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He only let go when he was pushed back, but the fury didn't lesson. "Don't touch me." He spat on the ground, right in front of L'kel's foot, a clear sign of disrespect. If that didn't let the bronze know that T'don meant business, then he would have to teach him a lesson.

The lust of the Flight was making the brownrider even more angry than usual, and possessive as well. He knew the two were probably weyrmates, but in a Flight no one owned the other. T'don was fighting to keep himself concentrated on land, but he was slowly, although forcefully, being pulled to the air as T'don-Kyoth. The brown was gaining on the green; either that or the blues were all just dropping behind. It seemed down to him and the bronze, but he would give in. It was the size of heart that mattered, not pure size.

T'don-Kyoth kept at a steady pace, barely breaking the line between racing and chasing. His wings beat at every heartbeat, matching together as they spun and dove after the green. Her mocking call came back to them over the wind, and Kyoth replied without hesitation. Why don't you turn around and see for yourself? T'don let a grin curl his lips, one that was not full of happiness or excitement, but of pure lust and desire. She would not get away so easily as she thought.

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what? And have to babysit you? the green was not about to be tricked into turning around, hat slowed one down, which gave them the advantage...Her lithe form turn quickly to the right and then she manuevered herself onto an air stream where she was heading further up in altitude. Morelia/ Naraleth were perfectly happy in their freedom. This was wonderful.. oh yes those boys were still behind them... well they were easily gotten rid of.

She spiraled to the left and found that she was still flying very fast... endurance training was paying off. The green was in excellent shape and besides her older age she had the stamina of a dragon in their prime. Her next comment was a bit more playful. Are you going to mess around down there by yourselves or join me?

Morelia meanwhile, her body was beggining to feel all the lust of mating flight. She was not going to ruisht he flight though, all her willpower was with her dragon so her body was doing what it liked below while her mind was flying with her dragon. Secretly her body wanted the mean to come closer to her.

[dragonmenta]

L'kel/Mnemozyth soared after the green, barely begining to feel the strain of the flight. They were young bronzers in their prime, strong and fast. Thy matche the alluring green wingstroke for wingstroke. It was fun, it was exhilerating. As much as they wanted to have her, they enjoyed this part, the chase as well. The dragon snarled slightly at the brown aside him, how dare some lesser color challenge them? Their usually cool mind now confused and charged with the rush of flight. At her playful comment the bronze put on a spurt of speed, trying to gain on the green. Again, the dragon let his actions do the talking.

L'kel felt himself completely involved in his dragon and in the lust he felt coursing through his veins. he took a step closer to the greenrider, saying quielty through clenched teeth. "Now away to your weyr, greenrider. Be ready for us." His eyes narrowed and he took another step closer. Oh the agony of waiting, how he just wanted her now.

[fallinrayne216]

T'don-Kyoth snarled at the response they hadn't been anticipating. So this green had guts. They saved their energy to catch up to her alongside the bronze. They thought they were automatically going to win, and that might be so, but there was also the chance she would pick them in hopes to break free from his daily routine she may tire of and have some real excitement with the newer and younger generation. It was still undecided, and T'don-Kyoth made sure to keep it that way to maybe sway her mind.

Her comment pricked at the pair, but it also prodded them on. She was indeed fast, but the brown had plenty of training in the Duro Wing drills and practicing afterwards to prove to the bronzers that size wasn't all that mattered. T'don-Kyoth sped into the air stream as they joined the green and steadied a quick pace to hold onto. Depends on if you're finished with the hatchling tricks and are ready for us big boys. They teased her right back, not letting her get away with that small sting of pride from before.

Back on the ground, T'don was drowning in the lust so much that every nerve-end was going crazy. If he touched her...he would be lost to it. He needed to keep his distance until the Flight was over...it was only fair. But something in him told the brownrider to just grab her now and take the thrill to another level. The men clustered around her were making him on edge, taking away the fantasy of just him and her with them all having the same thoughts. But the only one he had to worry about was L'kel.

That bronzerider had been hard enough to take, but now he thought he could order her about and touch her while the other men were keeping their distance for her. Great Faranth save him if he touched her again. T'don's fists clenched as he tried to stay focused on the ground while he was constantly being tugged back to the air again. "You shouldn't boss her around. Or is that how your relationship works?" He had to speak through gritted teeth as his deep brown eyes flashed in anger. The heat was turned up...and the Flight had just gotten hotter.

[Memorie]

H'mei was in his office, doodling and thinking about the candidates doing their chores. It's good to have an afternoon to ourselves, eh Sarith?

Indeed. The blue was sunning on his off-the-Bowl ledge, his Weyr being close to where the candidates stayed. Suddenly, there was an unrest in his mind. A green Flies.

Who?

Naraleth and her rider, Morelia, Sarith replied urgently.

Good Faranth, Sarith! I'm too old for her, and you for Naraleth! the rider exclaimed.

Pardon me? I am not too old for anybody, and I'll prove it, with or without you. And with that, Sarith rose, and H'mei stumbled out to the ledge just in time to jump on the blue's neck without straps. He held onto the dragon's neck ridges, heart pounding.

The dragon let the man out at the Feeding Grounds, gored three herdbeasts in his haste for blood, and took to the air. H'mei calmly took his place near the female greenrider, greeting her politely. "Good day, Morelia. I wish you good Flight," he said, taking notice of the men around her, arguing with each other. He raised an eyebrow, ready to intervene, when he remembered that he was soon entering his fiftieth turn, and interrupting fights between fit young men, especially dragonriders, probably wasn't the best choice of paths. Instead, he simply looked away, to watch his dragon's progress after the green.

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Morelia ignored the men adn their words even L'kels. in fact she probably would not have reacted well to them if she ahd been paying more attenion. She knew when it was time to go back to her weyr, but she was waiting for something adn that something had not yet occured.

Naraleth was concentrating a little hard when she realized Sarith had joined in too now... well the green would have to up the game for the newcomer.. she loved the chase, she loved flying... the brown and bronze were entirely too close for comfort. Naraleth manuevered herself easily throught the air she was flying toward the horizon, before suddenly turning to the side and fkying almost completely vertically until higher than she had been before. She was just getting started. Besides it would be nice to trick them into thinking she was tiring so soon... hah! It wasn't liek she was some green fresh out of Weyrlinghood.

"Thanks, H'mei." She added casually though she was mostly with her dragon. Morelia began to walk away slowly toward her Weyr as she was filling with lustful passions that made it hard to walk quickly while feeling them.

[Memorie]

((Aw, I can't hardly keep myself away. Someday, I'll finish myself off with all the threads I start at once.))

O'myron hurried down to the feeding grounds. He and Ninienth didn't usually do lot of Flights, but Morelia and her Naraleth were very beautiful, and though she was much younger than he, he and Ninienth were determined to catch the green pair. "On your very Shell, Ninienth, you should have let me know sooner. We could have been there so much faster!" The man ran up, falling silent as he fell in with the group.

Whatever. Leave me alone, the bronze snapped, quickening with the heat of Flight. O'myron was surprised, but then realized he expected no less from a creature so like himself. Luckily, Ninienth had fed two days before, and so had no need to blood kills before launching into the air.

Surely, beautful lady, you'd appreciate a dragon with more, and here, Ninienth paused to give a draconic chuckle, experience? Who are these others, no one but younglings, of course, the bronze continued, flattering Naraleth as much as he taunted the other followers.

At the sound of commotion behind him, he turned to see a Bloodchar Wingsecond push one of his wingriders. Snarling and frowning, he turned upon the pair. "You'd do well to keep your hands off my riders, Bronzerider," he said coldly. Inside, he urged his own Bronze on. Ninienth, win this and show these dragonmen who's boss in the Wings.

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T'don-Kyoth got no reply, but they were so focused on her change in pace to notice. It seemed the green lady had awoken, and now they were ready to fly. The pace intensified as more dragons decided to join the Flight. She was gaining speed and distance from the others, but They knew not to speed up to her pace just yet.

They wanted her to get it all out before they went all out, making the finish grand but quick, or so they hoped. As she reached towards the sky, gaining in altitud far faster than the average green, T'don-Kyoth twisted in the skies to the same vertical position.

They climbed and climbed, ignoring the other dragons around them as a few of them decided to waste their strength and catch up now when the Flight was nowhere near over. They would be out before long, and They could only laugh at their inexperience.