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Post by jerith on Aug 31, 2008 5:08:30 GMT -5
Gliath watched and made his move carefully, dipping alittle as he flew and then with a few flaps of his wings cut across the arc that Sheluth had made. So many were falling back, running out of their strength. He might expend everything he had and she would still keep going. The Queen will be caught when she wants to be, he needed only to stay as close and be ready.
Now was not the time for words.
J'ren let his eyes follow Neory as she moved among them. He was sure he had held his breath as she passed close, as if stirring the air around him would make her run away again.
So close and still out of reach
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 2, 2008 17:15:16 GMT -5
When Oberonth said he would follow Sheluth, he meant it. Mimicing her tricks were not so easy for a big and bulky bronze, but he did them, if not a little wobbly since he had no time to plan his movements. Intuition and gut, that's what he had to rely on now. The bronze wheeled left after her, more gracefully now turning his body. Others had fallen behind, Oberonth noticed, some were out completely. Oberonth must not sprain himself yet!
The dragon flew after her, never once letting up. He couldn't give in to the tired cries of his muscles, not yet, anyway! If they managed to prove themselves worthy, than a long rest would be well deserved! Oberonth pumped steady strokes again, starting to get back into a flat race. Was the queen done with her flashy displays?
L'sander trembled as Neory teased them. She shouldn't test him so much lest he reach out to her beyond his will! The bronzerider couldn't move, using all his will not to touch the young woman and make her spite him. It would not be his catching Neory as it would be Oberonth catching Sheluth, if she were to be caught at all! (Which of course he knew she must.)
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Post by thedreamerlady on Sept 4, 2008 13:36:14 GMT -5
In a far less flashy manner(as was to be expected with a color such as his), Torenth matched Sheluth's move, shifting slightly to grow closer to the beautiful Gold. He was unsure of how long the untried Queen would fly, but doubted it would be too much further. Not far enough for his close match to wear out all strength. Though his stamina was fading.
Choose. The Bronze pair suggested lightly.
And they flew, swift and true, chasing after the glimmering Gold who graced their lives with such sweetness.
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Post by kayla on Sept 5, 2008 16:37:08 GMT -5
Sheluth had been impressed by several of the Bronzes which flew after her. However, only one could catch her, and she knew instinctively that if she wanted to have a good clutch, she could not waste any more of her energy in being chased.
The Young Queen, brilliant in the sun, turned briefly to consider the Bronzes who remained. Though it was only a moment before she moved so that Torenth could catch her. I choose you. Catch me Torenth; don't let me fall.
Neory smiled as she found herself standing in front of R'net, waiting for him to grab her even as Torenth would grab her Sheluth.
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