Post by shikura on Nov 16, 2005 21:05:45 GMT -5
Player Info
Name:[/u] Sorceress, or Shikura... Or, if you hafta know meh real name, Beki(Beck-ee)
Contact Info:[/u] teh_yunie@yahoo.com AIM>WingedElfMage
How you heard of LW: Search, then proboards link
Rider Information[/u]
Name:[/u]Fayira
Gender:[/u]Female
Age/Birthday:[/u] 19/ Mid Summer
Orientation:Heterosexual, but she wouldn't mind having Dridiath being caught by a Female Blue- or Brownrider.
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing:[/u] Wingrider, Helios Wing
Standing: Fayira is straight forward on her opinions. She would stand tall and recite them to any questioning soul.
She thinks the Northern Continent deserves to get bit back, even if only a little. Maybe letting them sit through a Threadfall by themselves. But she also thinks that Dragonkind should launch a full attack on Northern, taking the Weyr's back. Maybe, just maybe some Holders and Crafters are worth saving, but all she really want's is the Weyr's back.
She would have gladly followed any attempt to retake the Northern Weyr's, and she would probably request to be held in high esteem in one. But if it turned to hurting Holdfolk, Crafters, Holdless, or other Pernese, she would back out quickly.
Family:[/i]
Mother: Kalaine, 56, Greenrider The Green only helped produce five children, three of which are dead. The production was Fayira. Kalaine does not like or approve of her children. She is very quiet and keep’s to herself.
Father: T’kom, 40’s, Bluerider. T’kom is a quiet soul. He really does nothing out of the ordinary. Follow’s procedure to the dot. He has a total of four children alive.
Sister:
Vinydea, teens, Greenrider, Chanith of Chalbys Class. She is quiet and shy.(NPC)
Brothers:
Xilophenert, 23, Journeyman Beastcrafter. Shunned because of his abnormal name, he resorted to a craft in which not many would be with him much. (NPC)
Kilyon, 12, Apprentice Harper. (NPC)
Fayira probably has other siblings, but never cared to ask or look. She has uncles and aunts, but again she doesn’t really care. She feel’s if she knows, she isn’t as free and someone might try to stop her on her... ahem, night quests.
Pets:[/u]
Blue Flit- Kiol. Kiol is three turns old. See history-Pets.
Green Flit- Dilia. Dilia is six turn's old. See History-Pets.
[Appearance: Fayira has a curvy yet supple body. She has a smooth shape, everything running together nicely. Sometimes, in the right position, she look's almost stocky, but only if you looked at her from positions that most woman would blush at.
Fayira has bleach-blonde hair, so sun-bleached in the right light it shines silvery blonde. It used to hang way past her hip’s, but after Impressing she cut it to her shoulder’s. She hate’s it that way and is furious at the drudge who cut it for her for absolutely no reason. It is very, very straight, almost rigidly so. She usually leave’s it loose, but when she is Riding with a helmet she pile’s it slowly atop her head, so that when she removes that dreadful piece of equipment it tumble’s gaily back out.
Fayira's emerald green eyes are tinted with golden flecks, circling her pupil. Her emerald orb's are spheres's of emotion; anger, lust, hatred, joy. While they are usually flitting gently from person to person, they will pay attention to men when the man is speaking of something important.
Fayira is of average height, around 5’6 and one-half. She isn’t tall nor short, but just right--for her. She neither dislikes nor likes her average height, but she does enjoy both the advantages it gives her. 'Men like to be looked at..' That is the thought that crosses her mind when she thinks of her height. 'And, men who like to be looked at prefer to be looked up at...' follows quickly.
Fayira has deep bronzed skin, maybe from descent from India of Terra. Neither her mother or father have the same color. Her father's is much darker and her mother's is much lighter. If she knew her grandmother, she would see her skin, eye’s and hair. Her skin does not change no matter how long she stay’s in the dark part’s of the Weyr, or how long she stay's out in the bright, burning sun. No matter what she does, her skin remains unaffected.
She has average ears, flowing into a unnervingly grinning face. Her face, the skin the same tone as her body, is sharp yet smoothly so. Her nose is a bit off-center and she has laughter wrinkles, from laughs real or fake one cannot tell. Her lip's are lusciously full, deep in color and obscuring bright, even teeth. Even as a Weyrbrat she was envied because of her nice teeth.
Fayira's voice is creamy and smooth. Her voice feels like smooth, creamy sweets after they have melted in the sun. It carries a hint of perfectionism, a hint of lust, and a dainty touch of cockiness.
Personality: Fayira loves to be loved. No one would deny that. She attracts men because she feel’s she got the short end of the stick of love as a child. She really wasn’t unloved, but she wasn’t slathered in love either. She was just given a bit of love here, and some more over there. Just not on the way from here to there. For example, her father would be loving one day, then not talk to her for several day’s.
She would much rather be stuck with several hundred people then just one, being sociable. She wouldn't want everyone to go away, especially men. She exercises her free will and social skills more then necessary. Her slight fixtation with Whersports may have something to do with their likeness to dragons; they are both scorned and accepted at the same times. Loved and hated. On Earth she would be a scientist, no doubt.
She has little control of what she says, even if she is in a situation where she must. She is very, very talkative. A gossiper, a sweet-talker... Whichever way you look at it she talk's to much. Except while love-making. Then she is simply quiet and serene, with only the occasionally moan or sigh of pleasure.
Fayira like’s warmth. A nice day on the beach is her idea of fun. She hasn’t ever been anywhere cold except between, which she hates with vigor. She doesn’t give off heat. While one person may make a blanket warm to the touch, she keep’s them neutral. For this reason she does not like cold at all. If she was ever forced to go to a cold place, like the Bitra she has been so often told about, she would cry. Bawl, really.
History:[/u] The Green and her Rider, Kalaine completely joined, ready to show the Blues, Browns and Bronzes just what she could do. The Green dipped low, shrieking in defiance as a Blue tried to catch her to soon. Another Blue and his Rider, T'kom, flew or walked towards Kalaine/Vorsaeth with growing lust, each in their own perspective way's. Their need's were to much.
The Green wavered in her Flight after half an hour, and T'kom's Blue, Torath, caught her. She shrieked again but succumbed, letting herself drop. Torath spread his wing's and kept them both in flight. Down below, T'kom and Kalaine were hustled into a Flight Room, the rejected flier's gone. The Flight had been abnormally long, probably because it was the Green's first.
Kalaine and T'kom conceived one child that afternoon, and eight month's later Kalaine was done with her. Kalaine, unmotherly and unable to look at the child without feeling old, let the Healer's present squabble over names for the whiney little babe. Fayira was finally decided, the "aye's" winning after discarding several prettier names.
Fayira was raised at Sodalis; drudges acted as her mothers and fathers, giving her the normalest childhood possible to a orphan-like weyrbrat. Tivaf was the main mother-figure. The mother like drudge was young, but loved children. Tivaf pampered Fayira until the girl was three, when a older, grumpy lady took over her as primary care-taker, while Tivaf went in search of her true self. The grumpy lady has no name Fayira remembers. She was only the caretaker until Fayira was old enough for chores. Then the Weyr raised her.
She first found out sexuality when a Green Rose while her Rider was eating. Fayira snuck and watched it all. She received a sound beating after Kalaine, a Greenrider and her mother, found out.
The Greenrider with the Rising Dragon was immediatly surrounded, and led to a Flight room. Fayira slipped in quickly. Several Riders around their late teens did not Fly the Green. They found Fayira though, and she was more then willing to learn what exactly happened after a drudge and the headwoman's assistant's shooed the other Rider's out.
J'mei, a Bluerider, was the first to notice Fayira, slumping by the Flight Room door. He was still feeling lust seep through him, his loins still tight. A hand was pulling his thick tunic down so he would look decent. J'mei felt ready to let himself go in passion and perform indecent act's upon the then fourteen Turn old girl. Instead, he decided seduction would get her willing quicker.
"Fayira- You know.... what..... happened?" He gasped, sitting abruptly as another pulse of lust flowed through him. He had to restrain himself even more. Fayira looked at him and smiled. She nodded a affirmative, then sighed.
"A Rising Green. But I want to know what happens afterward."
"You do not know?" He asked, sliding his hand near Fayira's. Shaking her head in a negative, Fayira grasped her friend's hand.
But J'mei's lust was to much. Crying out, he dragged Fayira to his weyr, not far away. His loin's tightened more as he glanced at her seductive, curvy body. He had power. "I will show you!" He whispered harshly. Fayira followed willingly, curiousity getting the better of her.
J'mei heard his Dragon tell the other rejected would-be Flyer's of the Green where they could be relieved. The younger one's, atleast. Three total very young men stood around Fayira, there tunic's off and grimaces of need painted on their face's. The three were the closest of friends.
"Fayira," A Brownrider sang, his need reaching it's peek.
"I'm showing her!" J'mei shouted, then softly turned to Fayira. He approached, and she felt his loin's rub againist her hip. The area between her leg's jumped wildly.
J'mei grabbed by the shoulder's with a groan and pushed her against the wall, letting his already loose pant's slide down past his ankles. Fayira let out a giggle and let her own skirt join the pile. J'mei pressed herself into her, none to gently. With a cry that began her wildest night, Fayira responded by pressing her bosom against his taller chest. A Brownrider caressed her shoulders and another Bluerider pushed J'mei away. J'mei had let out a hurt moan.
She enjoyed her time with J'mei the most. The rest were... Rough. J'mei was a sweet and gentle friend, and long after the Flight's lust passed he was there. After half and hour, only J'mei remained. Fayira and J'mei commenced with a night of wild passion. Their passion almost cost J'mei his neck when the Headwoman found out of the Rider's behaviour. Fayira was angry when it was concluded she did not want the behavior to continue. But she said nothing.
Her next nightly quest was short and sweet, again with J'mei. It had started out a normal night, the two lover's eating together a sevenday after the Flight. J'mei and Fayira were polishing off a nice meal on a celebratory day of resting. J'mei had moved a bit closer to Fayira, causing the girl to smile at him. They had not planned on it.
"Let us go clean up that shelf you cannot seem to clean, J'mei." Fayira sweetly muttered, making something up quickly. J'mei, instead of laughing at her feeble attempt to seduce him, smiled as he stood and motioned for her to follow. By then Fayira was well aware of her body and it’s needs and hungers. When the two arrived at J’mei’s weyr, Fayira hurried in. She didn’t even say anything, but looked J’mei in the eye as her clothing slowly dropped off. Without the slightest sound, J’mei followed suite, revealing that he was as anxious as her when his clothes were fully removed.
Fayira did no little girl act this time. Fully aware of J’mei’s yearning body, she pushed him into a smooth chair. She slid carefully onto him, leg’s wrapped around him in ecstasy. Her mouth connected with his and they kissed passionatly, J’mei’s hand’s finding her breasts over and over, Fayira’s hand’s guiding them back every time he reached for her head. A passionate hour later, she left with his angry comment that she was unsatiable, and he did not want to continue their meager relationship. Instead of sobbing onto her bed, Fayira walked around the Weyr, trying to find that Weyrbrat boy, just a turn older then her.
She knew he was just getting over his love dying of a fever, so she heartlessly used that to her advantage. She slowly got him to love her. She knew he was more experienced then stupid J’mei. He would provide her with more entertainment. More excitment. Maybe she’d even fall into this love her friends talked about. It took three sevenday’s to get him to believe she was on his side.
He had volunteered to help collect fruit. No one else wanted to except Fayira and the boy. And they already had enoug hof everything except for one specific type. The two were premitted to go. And go they did. The Weyrbrat boy at first collected fruits, then hurridly filled his own basket and Fayira's, so they would have no questions. Slowly he placed his hand on her buttocks and breeats, removing her tunic but not yet skirt. Playfully Fayira did the same.
He tickled her belly, then pushed her skirt down, revealing that she had been prepared and wore no meddlesome undergarments. Grinning he revealed he had thought the same. Fayira and the boy kissed urgently..It amounted to nothing, to be truthful, other than a few harsh words and a few gentle, calm kisses.
The boy soon Impressed and forgot Fayira. She went through one more lover, a shorter Wyerbrat much older then her. He left her for his Crafthall. She shrugged it off. When she Impressed, she happily awaited her Dragon's Rising, though kept that thought guarded and let no one know.
She only really got into three Flights, the first Green and two other Greens. She alway's wanted to try to be present, watching at a Goldflight, but now that seems near impossible. She figured that since Gold's were much more sought-after, the emotions would run higher. Thus the Riders would be lustier. Thus she could be.... Well, let's not get into that.
The second Green flight she was present at was a wide spread event. The Green had Risen in a month where there was a sort of lull, and Rider's were more then willing to give way to excitement. Many, many Riders. Fayira nearly exploded with glee when she saw the mass of Riders. Atleast fifteen, probably more.
The Green was not quickly caught, and Fayira used the time to her advantage. She quietly hoarded her prime pick's into a knot, also bringing in a few she knew to be more then capable. Oh, much more then capable. She hoarded the athletic ones, the scrawny, in-between ones, the passionate ones, the gentle ones, the rough ones, the handsome ones and the long-lusting ones. She had pretty much figured each one's tendencies out. And since only one Dragon would catch the Green, she would most definatly have her share of happiness tonight.
The Green finally let herself be caught by a small Blue. Fayira was beside herself with glee; the Rider wasn't one she had hoarded together. With emotions still racing, Fayira lustily let the men follow her(with occasional prompts) to a empty weyr.
She was a good enough idea for a Green. She had the looks, the personality, the history. She was capable, willing, and always handy around Flights. Because she always stayed near Flights. The Drudge's soon found that her temper could turn to violence and did not resist her slipping into the horde of Rider's surrounding the Rising Rider.
She would pick a few, and after the flight lead them to a empty room pre-decided. Her plan almost never worked, but when caught she would get away with it by saying they were only to talk and eat and be merry. But she wasn't going to be just merry. Normally some little Weyrbrat would see her and tattle on her.
When she was fourteen Turn's, Fayira had three younger Weyrbrat's she loved like her own siblings. Once, while left in a weyr with two while the others went on search of herb's, Fayira lost one. She heart leapt and fell, her eye's flashed. She cried and screamed and the whole Weyr not in search of herb's in search of the four-turn-old boy. Sobbing when the herb-collector's came back, she found the boy and proceeded in cursing the herb-collector's mightily.
The three younger Weyrbrat's might as well as been her siblings. A little girl and two little boys, now a bit older, were over-protected by Fayira. Although the motherly phase was a oddity in otherwise womanly Fayira, it seemed to please the Headwoman's assistant charged with checking over Weyrbrats.
Fayira would've died for anyone of them, and constantly dreamt about the youngest drowning.
Fayira was young when her closest female friend found a small Green Flit Clutch. Since half the egg's were broken, the Headwoman decided to let the Weyrbrat's have a go. And a go they had. Fayira's friend hoarded meat slices and seventeen Weyrbrat's without pet's showed up. Fayira didn't think the chances were good. The egg's were numbered at twenty, but some wouldn't Hatch. But quickly the hoard of Weyrbrat's diminished as each one grabbed a egg and took it to a quiet spot. When Fayira got up close, there were only four left.
Without hesitation she picked the middle sized one. She grabbed handful's of meat and caressed the egg, warming it and speaking softly to it. She set it before her a squatted, separating strands of meat and gore. Quickly the egg cracked. A maze of thin line's ran along it's entire shell, and egg goo was oozing out. with a shrill cry, a Blue tumbled out. It made straightway for the meat on the ground before it. Fayira led it to her hand, and then quickly named it Kiol.
Even before that she Impressed Dilia, a Green, by accident. A Flit Hatching had started and excitable Candidate's were Impressing while a ten-turn-old Fayira brought meat. But a Egg rolled onto the ground, and split neatly. Fayira, in her distress, scooped it up and gave it food while rushing it back to the Candidates. But, alas, she was to late. She had Impressed her beloved Dilia.
Her Impresion went like this:
She had barely gotten to sands when a smaller egg soon had spider-web’s of crack’s surrounding it’s thin outer protection. A few young girl’s and boy’s squinted, as if trying to see what it was before it cracked open. When a emerald Dragonet tumbled out with gusto, a few male’s looked to the other egg’s. But just as many let their eye’s try to flow into the Dragonet’s. But she was not happy. She could not find Her’s. She sensed Her, but could not see Her. But only second’s passed before the Green’s eye’s locked with the girl’s.
Fayira, Dridiath wishes to be yours. The Green left no room for hesitance, and the girl, Fayira, did not even waver when she happily rushed to the dragon, dropping on her knee’s to hug her around the neck before quickly hoarding Dridiath to get meat.
Dragon Information
Name: Dridiath
Color: Green
Age:[/u] 3 Turns
Description:[/u] Dridiath is average of size. But that is normality ends.
The Green's eye's are very large, deep pool's of swirling emotion. Her large head is sharp and defined, her teeth smoothly dangerous, glistening with blood, water, or saliva. Her tail is very, very long and starts out fat before slimming down into a tiny, inch wide piece of flesh.
Dridiath has a powerful, lithe and supple body, so much like her Rider's. She is not fat or thin, just all powerful muscle. Not even a hint of chubbiness. She barely work's hard, yet she remains with this physique.
Personality:Seductive like her Rider, Dridiath is a bit on the wild side. She simply cannot wait for her own Rising, and already she feel's her Rider's lust towards other men. She is a gently sweet Dragon with a bad-ass attitude. While she isn't all bad, she is a bit of a tattle-tail. And a pri-madonna.
She wants things her way, and wants them now! No if, ands or but's! You don't agree with this fiery Green, and you're in her dung list. Her Rider won't be to pleased in the slightest, either. And sometimes that isn't good, especially if you hurt Dridie's feelings...
History:
Impression: A smaller egg soon had spider-web’s of crack’s surrounding it’s thin outer protection. A few young girl’s and boy’s squinted, as if trying to see what it was before it cracked open. When a emerald Dragonet tumbled out with gusto, a few male’s looked to the other egg’s. But just as many let their eye’s try to flow into the Dragonet’s. But she was not happy. She could not find Her’s. She sensed Her, but could not see Her. But only second’s passed before the Green’s eye’s locked with the girl’s.
Fayira, Dridiath wishes to be yours. The Green left no room for hesitance, and the girl, Fayira, did not even waver when she happily rushed to the dragon, dropping on her knee’s to hug her around the neck before quickly hoarding Dridiath to get meat.
First Meal: Delicious, hot meat slid down the Dragon’s throat as she quickly chewed and swallowed. How delicious. And Fayira kept telling her to be slow.
Dridiath is hungry. She said crossly. Dridiath always refer’s to herself in third person. Sighing, Fayira again told Dridath she had to chew. A unknown Dragon confirmed that when Dridath almost choked, barely swallowing down a large strip of meat.
Weyrlinghood: Dridath enjoyed all the attention she got as being the smallest Green. She quickly grew, but at first most of the older Rider’s wondered about her. She at first could not tell the difference between male and female Dragon’s, but it’s becoming more and more obvious as she becomes more and more testy.
Dridiath graduated from being a Weyrling with praise of her speed, yet told to work on endurance. Her endurance was particularly low, even for a Green while she might have been the fastest in her class. She could usually fly about three miles less then the next Dragon. In all Green races she could easily win--if the course wasn’t to long. If it was, she might come in fourth if she pushed.
She happily became a full fledged Dragon, though she doesn’t sense any difference except that she doesn’t get as much attention. Especially from her Rider’s friends. Fayira has explained that it is because they have grown-up and aren’t attracted to other females. She explained that just like how Dridiath wanted more and more to have Blue, Brown and Bronze companion’s, they did so to. Fayira wondered if they were competing, but then dropped it.
Since graduating Dridath has become more aware of her previous friends’ differences, more able to discern her Rider’s feelings and most of all more aware of her own opinion’s and thoughts. Like a baby skipping the childhood and jumping into her teen’s, not even considering a Turn or two of childhood.
Clutch: Azmoveth and Shimeath(I think...) Can;t find web site link to find out...
Name:[/u] Sorceress, or Shikura... Or, if you hafta know meh real name, Beki(Beck-ee)
Contact Info:[/u] teh_yunie@yahoo.com AIM>WingedElfMage
How you heard of LW: Search, then proboards link
Rider Information[/u]
Name:[/u]Fayira
Gender:[/u]Female
Age/Birthday:[/u] 19/ Mid Summer
Orientation:Heterosexual, but she wouldn't mind having Dridiath being caught by a Female Blue- or Brownrider.
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing:[/u] Wingrider, Helios Wing
Standing: Fayira is straight forward on her opinions. She would stand tall and recite them to any questioning soul.
She thinks the Northern Continent deserves to get bit back, even if only a little. Maybe letting them sit through a Threadfall by themselves. But she also thinks that Dragonkind should launch a full attack on Northern, taking the Weyr's back. Maybe, just maybe some Holders and Crafters are worth saving, but all she really want's is the Weyr's back.
She would have gladly followed any attempt to retake the Northern Weyr's, and she would probably request to be held in high esteem in one. But if it turned to hurting Holdfolk, Crafters, Holdless, or other Pernese, she would back out quickly.
Family:[/i]
Mother: Kalaine, 56, Greenrider The Green only helped produce five children, three of which are dead. The production was Fayira. Kalaine does not like or approve of her children. She is very quiet and keep’s to herself.
Father: T’kom, 40’s, Bluerider. T’kom is a quiet soul. He really does nothing out of the ordinary. Follow’s procedure to the dot. He has a total of four children alive.
Sister:
Vinydea, teens, Greenrider, Chanith of Chalbys Class. She is quiet and shy.(NPC)
Brothers:
Xilophenert, 23, Journeyman Beastcrafter. Shunned because of his abnormal name, he resorted to a craft in which not many would be with him much. (NPC)
Kilyon, 12, Apprentice Harper. (NPC)
Fayira probably has other siblings, but never cared to ask or look. She has uncles and aunts, but again she doesn’t really care. She feel’s if she knows, she isn’t as free and someone might try to stop her on her... ahem, night quests.
Pets:[/u]
Blue Flit- Kiol. Kiol is three turns old. See history-Pets.
Green Flit- Dilia. Dilia is six turn's old. See History-Pets.
[Appearance: Fayira has a curvy yet supple body. She has a smooth shape, everything running together nicely. Sometimes, in the right position, she look's almost stocky, but only if you looked at her from positions that most woman would blush at.
Fayira has bleach-blonde hair, so sun-bleached in the right light it shines silvery blonde. It used to hang way past her hip’s, but after Impressing she cut it to her shoulder’s. She hate’s it that way and is furious at the drudge who cut it for her for absolutely no reason. It is very, very straight, almost rigidly so. She usually leave’s it loose, but when she is Riding with a helmet she pile’s it slowly atop her head, so that when she removes that dreadful piece of equipment it tumble’s gaily back out.
Fayira's emerald green eyes are tinted with golden flecks, circling her pupil. Her emerald orb's are spheres's of emotion; anger, lust, hatred, joy. While they are usually flitting gently from person to person, they will pay attention to men when the man is speaking of something important.
Fayira is of average height, around 5’6 and one-half. She isn’t tall nor short, but just right--for her. She neither dislikes nor likes her average height, but she does enjoy both the advantages it gives her. 'Men like to be looked at..' That is the thought that crosses her mind when she thinks of her height. 'And, men who like to be looked at prefer to be looked up at...' follows quickly.
Fayira has deep bronzed skin, maybe from descent from India of Terra. Neither her mother or father have the same color. Her father's is much darker and her mother's is much lighter. If she knew her grandmother, she would see her skin, eye’s and hair. Her skin does not change no matter how long she stay’s in the dark part’s of the Weyr, or how long she stay's out in the bright, burning sun. No matter what she does, her skin remains unaffected.
She has average ears, flowing into a unnervingly grinning face. Her face, the skin the same tone as her body, is sharp yet smoothly so. Her nose is a bit off-center and she has laughter wrinkles, from laughs real or fake one cannot tell. Her lip's are lusciously full, deep in color and obscuring bright, even teeth. Even as a Weyrbrat she was envied because of her nice teeth.
Fayira's voice is creamy and smooth. Her voice feels like smooth, creamy sweets after they have melted in the sun. It carries a hint of perfectionism, a hint of lust, and a dainty touch of cockiness.
Personality: Fayira loves to be loved. No one would deny that. She attracts men because she feel’s she got the short end of the stick of love as a child. She really wasn’t unloved, but she wasn’t slathered in love either. She was just given a bit of love here, and some more over there. Just not on the way from here to there. For example, her father would be loving one day, then not talk to her for several day’s.
She would much rather be stuck with several hundred people then just one, being sociable. She wouldn't want everyone to go away, especially men. She exercises her free will and social skills more then necessary. Her slight fixtation with Whersports may have something to do with their likeness to dragons; they are both scorned and accepted at the same times. Loved and hated. On Earth she would be a scientist, no doubt.
She has little control of what she says, even if she is in a situation where she must. She is very, very talkative. A gossiper, a sweet-talker... Whichever way you look at it she talk's to much. Except while love-making. Then she is simply quiet and serene, with only the occasionally moan or sigh of pleasure.
Fayira like’s warmth. A nice day on the beach is her idea of fun. She hasn’t ever been anywhere cold except between, which she hates with vigor. She doesn’t give off heat. While one person may make a blanket warm to the touch, she keep’s them neutral. For this reason she does not like cold at all. If she was ever forced to go to a cold place, like the Bitra she has been so often told about, she would cry. Bawl, really.
History:[/u] The Green and her Rider, Kalaine completely joined, ready to show the Blues, Browns and Bronzes just what she could do. The Green dipped low, shrieking in defiance as a Blue tried to catch her to soon. Another Blue and his Rider, T'kom, flew or walked towards Kalaine/Vorsaeth with growing lust, each in their own perspective way's. Their need's were to much.
The Green wavered in her Flight after half an hour, and T'kom's Blue, Torath, caught her. She shrieked again but succumbed, letting herself drop. Torath spread his wing's and kept them both in flight. Down below, T'kom and Kalaine were hustled into a Flight Room, the rejected flier's gone. The Flight had been abnormally long, probably because it was the Green's first.
Kalaine and T'kom conceived one child that afternoon, and eight month's later Kalaine was done with her. Kalaine, unmotherly and unable to look at the child without feeling old, let the Healer's present squabble over names for the whiney little babe. Fayira was finally decided, the "aye's" winning after discarding several prettier names.
Fayira was raised at Sodalis; drudges acted as her mothers and fathers, giving her the normalest childhood possible to a orphan-like weyrbrat. Tivaf was the main mother-figure. The mother like drudge was young, but loved children. Tivaf pampered Fayira until the girl was three, when a older, grumpy lady took over her as primary care-taker, while Tivaf went in search of her true self. The grumpy lady has no name Fayira remembers. She was only the caretaker until Fayira was old enough for chores. Then the Weyr raised her.
She first found out sexuality when a Green Rose while her Rider was eating. Fayira snuck and watched it all. She received a sound beating after Kalaine, a Greenrider and her mother, found out.
The Greenrider with the Rising Dragon was immediatly surrounded, and led to a Flight room. Fayira slipped in quickly. Several Riders around their late teens did not Fly the Green. They found Fayira though, and she was more then willing to learn what exactly happened after a drudge and the headwoman's assistant's shooed the other Rider's out.
J'mei, a Bluerider, was the first to notice Fayira, slumping by the Flight Room door. He was still feeling lust seep through him, his loins still tight. A hand was pulling his thick tunic down so he would look decent. J'mei felt ready to let himself go in passion and perform indecent act's upon the then fourteen Turn old girl. Instead, he decided seduction would get her willing quicker.
"Fayira- You know.... what..... happened?" He gasped, sitting abruptly as another pulse of lust flowed through him. He had to restrain himself even more. Fayira looked at him and smiled. She nodded a affirmative, then sighed.
"A Rising Green. But I want to know what happens afterward."
"You do not know?" He asked, sliding his hand near Fayira's. Shaking her head in a negative, Fayira grasped her friend's hand.
But J'mei's lust was to much. Crying out, he dragged Fayira to his weyr, not far away. His loin's tightened more as he glanced at her seductive, curvy body. He had power. "I will show you!" He whispered harshly. Fayira followed willingly, curiousity getting the better of her.
J'mei heard his Dragon tell the other rejected would-be Flyer's of the Green where they could be relieved. The younger one's, atleast. Three total very young men stood around Fayira, there tunic's off and grimaces of need painted on their face's. The three were the closest of friends.
"Fayira," A Brownrider sang, his need reaching it's peek.
"I'm showing her!" J'mei shouted, then softly turned to Fayira. He approached, and she felt his loin's rub againist her hip. The area between her leg's jumped wildly.
J'mei grabbed by the shoulder's with a groan and pushed her against the wall, letting his already loose pant's slide down past his ankles. Fayira let out a giggle and let her own skirt join the pile. J'mei pressed herself into her, none to gently. With a cry that began her wildest night, Fayira responded by pressing her bosom against his taller chest. A Brownrider caressed her shoulders and another Bluerider pushed J'mei away. J'mei had let out a hurt moan.
She enjoyed her time with J'mei the most. The rest were... Rough. J'mei was a sweet and gentle friend, and long after the Flight's lust passed he was there. After half and hour, only J'mei remained. Fayira and J'mei commenced with a night of wild passion. Their passion almost cost J'mei his neck when the Headwoman found out of the Rider's behaviour. Fayira was angry when it was concluded she did not want the behavior to continue. But she said nothing.
Her next nightly quest was short and sweet, again with J'mei. It had started out a normal night, the two lover's eating together a sevenday after the Flight. J'mei and Fayira were polishing off a nice meal on a celebratory day of resting. J'mei had moved a bit closer to Fayira, causing the girl to smile at him. They had not planned on it.
"Let us go clean up that shelf you cannot seem to clean, J'mei." Fayira sweetly muttered, making something up quickly. J'mei, instead of laughing at her feeble attempt to seduce him, smiled as he stood and motioned for her to follow. By then Fayira was well aware of her body and it’s needs and hungers. When the two arrived at J’mei’s weyr, Fayira hurried in. She didn’t even say anything, but looked J’mei in the eye as her clothing slowly dropped off. Without the slightest sound, J’mei followed suite, revealing that he was as anxious as her when his clothes were fully removed.
Fayira did no little girl act this time. Fully aware of J’mei’s yearning body, she pushed him into a smooth chair. She slid carefully onto him, leg’s wrapped around him in ecstasy. Her mouth connected with his and they kissed passionatly, J’mei’s hand’s finding her breasts over and over, Fayira’s hand’s guiding them back every time he reached for her head. A passionate hour later, she left with his angry comment that she was unsatiable, and he did not want to continue their meager relationship. Instead of sobbing onto her bed, Fayira walked around the Weyr, trying to find that Weyrbrat boy, just a turn older then her.
She knew he was just getting over his love dying of a fever, so she heartlessly used that to her advantage. She slowly got him to love her. She knew he was more experienced then stupid J’mei. He would provide her with more entertainment. More excitment. Maybe she’d even fall into this love her friends talked about. It took three sevenday’s to get him to believe she was on his side.
He had volunteered to help collect fruit. No one else wanted to except Fayira and the boy. And they already had enoug hof everything except for one specific type. The two were premitted to go. And go they did. The Weyrbrat boy at first collected fruits, then hurridly filled his own basket and Fayira's, so they would have no questions. Slowly he placed his hand on her buttocks and breeats, removing her tunic but not yet skirt. Playfully Fayira did the same.
He tickled her belly, then pushed her skirt down, revealing that she had been prepared and wore no meddlesome undergarments. Grinning he revealed he had thought the same. Fayira and the boy kissed urgently..It amounted to nothing, to be truthful, other than a few harsh words and a few gentle, calm kisses.
The boy soon Impressed and forgot Fayira. She went through one more lover, a shorter Wyerbrat much older then her. He left her for his Crafthall. She shrugged it off. When she Impressed, she happily awaited her Dragon's Rising, though kept that thought guarded and let no one know.
She only really got into three Flights, the first Green and two other Greens. She alway's wanted to try to be present, watching at a Goldflight, but now that seems near impossible. She figured that since Gold's were much more sought-after, the emotions would run higher. Thus the Riders would be lustier. Thus she could be.... Well, let's not get into that.
The second Green flight she was present at was a wide spread event. The Green had Risen in a month where there was a sort of lull, and Rider's were more then willing to give way to excitement. Many, many Riders. Fayira nearly exploded with glee when she saw the mass of Riders. Atleast fifteen, probably more.
The Green was not quickly caught, and Fayira used the time to her advantage. She quietly hoarded her prime pick's into a knot, also bringing in a few she knew to be more then capable. Oh, much more then capable. She hoarded the athletic ones, the scrawny, in-between ones, the passionate ones, the gentle ones, the rough ones, the handsome ones and the long-lusting ones. She had pretty much figured each one's tendencies out. And since only one Dragon would catch the Green, she would most definatly have her share of happiness tonight.
The Green finally let herself be caught by a small Blue. Fayira was beside herself with glee; the Rider wasn't one she had hoarded together. With emotions still racing, Fayira lustily let the men follow her(with occasional prompts) to a empty weyr.
She was a good enough idea for a Green. She had the looks, the personality, the history. She was capable, willing, and always handy around Flights. Because she always stayed near Flights. The Drudge's soon found that her temper could turn to violence and did not resist her slipping into the horde of Rider's surrounding the Rising Rider.
She would pick a few, and after the flight lead them to a empty room pre-decided. Her plan almost never worked, but when caught she would get away with it by saying they were only to talk and eat and be merry. But she wasn't going to be just merry. Normally some little Weyrbrat would see her and tattle on her.
When she was fourteen Turn's, Fayira had three younger Weyrbrat's she loved like her own siblings. Once, while left in a weyr with two while the others went on search of herb's, Fayira lost one. She heart leapt and fell, her eye's flashed. She cried and screamed and the whole Weyr not in search of herb's in search of the four-turn-old boy. Sobbing when the herb-collector's came back, she found the boy and proceeded in cursing the herb-collector's mightily.
The three younger Weyrbrat's might as well as been her siblings. A little girl and two little boys, now a bit older, were over-protected by Fayira. Although the motherly phase was a oddity in otherwise womanly Fayira, it seemed to please the Headwoman's assistant charged with checking over Weyrbrats.
Fayira would've died for anyone of them, and constantly dreamt about the youngest drowning.
Fayira was young when her closest female friend found a small Green Flit Clutch. Since half the egg's were broken, the Headwoman decided to let the Weyrbrat's have a go. And a go they had. Fayira's friend hoarded meat slices and seventeen Weyrbrat's without pet's showed up. Fayira didn't think the chances were good. The egg's were numbered at twenty, but some wouldn't Hatch. But quickly the hoard of Weyrbrat's diminished as each one grabbed a egg and took it to a quiet spot. When Fayira got up close, there were only four left.
Without hesitation she picked the middle sized one. She grabbed handful's of meat and caressed the egg, warming it and speaking softly to it. She set it before her a squatted, separating strands of meat and gore. Quickly the egg cracked. A maze of thin line's ran along it's entire shell, and egg goo was oozing out. with a shrill cry, a Blue tumbled out. It made straightway for the meat on the ground before it. Fayira led it to her hand, and then quickly named it Kiol.
Even before that she Impressed Dilia, a Green, by accident. A Flit Hatching had started and excitable Candidate's were Impressing while a ten-turn-old Fayira brought meat. But a Egg rolled onto the ground, and split neatly. Fayira, in her distress, scooped it up and gave it food while rushing it back to the Candidates. But, alas, she was to late. She had Impressed her beloved Dilia.
Her Impresion went like this:
She had barely gotten to sands when a smaller egg soon had spider-web’s of crack’s surrounding it’s thin outer protection. A few young girl’s and boy’s squinted, as if trying to see what it was before it cracked open. When a emerald Dragonet tumbled out with gusto, a few male’s looked to the other egg’s. But just as many let their eye’s try to flow into the Dragonet’s. But she was not happy. She could not find Her’s. She sensed Her, but could not see Her. But only second’s passed before the Green’s eye’s locked with the girl’s.
Fayira, Dridiath wishes to be yours. The Green left no room for hesitance, and the girl, Fayira, did not even waver when she happily rushed to the dragon, dropping on her knee’s to hug her around the neck before quickly hoarding Dridiath to get meat.
Dragon Information
Name: Dridiath
Color: Green
Age:[/u] 3 Turns
Description:[/u] Dridiath is average of size. But that is normality ends.
The Green's eye's are very large, deep pool's of swirling emotion. Her large head is sharp and defined, her teeth smoothly dangerous, glistening with blood, water, or saliva. Her tail is very, very long and starts out fat before slimming down into a tiny, inch wide piece of flesh.
Dridiath has a powerful, lithe and supple body, so much like her Rider's. She is not fat or thin, just all powerful muscle. Not even a hint of chubbiness. She barely work's hard, yet she remains with this physique.
Personality:Seductive like her Rider, Dridiath is a bit on the wild side. She simply cannot wait for her own Rising, and already she feel's her Rider's lust towards other men. She is a gently sweet Dragon with a bad-ass attitude. While she isn't all bad, she is a bit of a tattle-tail. And a pri-madonna.
She wants things her way, and wants them now! No if, ands or but's! You don't agree with this fiery Green, and you're in her dung list. Her Rider won't be to pleased in the slightest, either. And sometimes that isn't good, especially if you hurt Dridie's feelings...
History:
Impression: A smaller egg soon had spider-web’s of crack’s surrounding it’s thin outer protection. A few young girl’s and boy’s squinted, as if trying to see what it was before it cracked open. When a emerald Dragonet tumbled out with gusto, a few male’s looked to the other egg’s. But just as many let their eye’s try to flow into the Dragonet’s. But she was not happy. She could not find Her’s. She sensed Her, but could not see Her. But only second’s passed before the Green’s eye’s locked with the girl’s.
Fayira, Dridiath wishes to be yours. The Green left no room for hesitance, and the girl, Fayira, did not even waver when she happily rushed to the dragon, dropping on her knee’s to hug her around the neck before quickly hoarding Dridiath to get meat.
First Meal: Delicious, hot meat slid down the Dragon’s throat as she quickly chewed and swallowed. How delicious. And Fayira kept telling her to be slow.
Dridiath is hungry. She said crossly. Dridiath always refer’s to herself in third person. Sighing, Fayira again told Dridath she had to chew. A unknown Dragon confirmed that when Dridath almost choked, barely swallowing down a large strip of meat.
Weyrlinghood: Dridath enjoyed all the attention she got as being the smallest Green. She quickly grew, but at first most of the older Rider’s wondered about her. She at first could not tell the difference between male and female Dragon’s, but it’s becoming more and more obvious as she becomes more and more testy.
Dridiath graduated from being a Weyrling with praise of her speed, yet told to work on endurance. Her endurance was particularly low, even for a Green while she might have been the fastest in her class. She could usually fly about three miles less then the next Dragon. In all Green races she could easily win--if the course wasn’t to long. If it was, she might come in fourth if she pushed.
She happily became a full fledged Dragon, though she doesn’t sense any difference except that she doesn’t get as much attention. Especially from her Rider’s friends. Fayira has explained that it is because they have grown-up and aren’t attracted to other females. She explained that just like how Dridiath wanted more and more to have Blue, Brown and Bronze companion’s, they did so to. Fayira wondered if they were competing, but then dropped it.
Since graduating Dridath has become more aware of her previous friends’ differences, more able to discern her Rider’s feelings and most of all more aware of her own opinion’s and thoughts. Like a baby skipping the childhood and jumping into her teen’s, not even considering a Turn or two of childhood.
Clutch: Azmoveth and Shimeath(I think...) Can;t find web site link to find out...
