An Interesting Day (Gold flight, open to bronzes)

[cynath]

Bristith was still far enough behind that he, like Shoth, did not need to follow the Queen in her perilous course downwards. He dipped only slightly, gaining a bit of momentum to help his too soon upward thrusts after the other bronzes and the flashy gold. The bronze was still trying to catch up, almost, so close. He snapped once again at some of the younger bronzes that fell behind, razor teeth grazing oiled hides, but never drawing blood.

Almost. So close.

Vrak's arms had fallen from across his chest to hang numbly at his side. He was only aware of the other men in the room as bronzes. That's all they were: competition. And Elisha was the prize. The blue eyes, normally so vibrant, were clouded by lust, his gaze lingering on the Weyrwoman as the moved through the other men, toying with them as Adeloth toyed with the bronzes in the sky.

[FireThorne]

Caidenth roared once more as the walls of the weyr came closer and closer, almost as if he was welcoming the mad game their queen called them to play. He knew that the stone was getting dangerously close now, and soon it would be too late to pull up, but right now nothing mattered more than Adeloth. Care for himself forgotten, the bronze would have taken any insane chance to make the lovely gold his, even if his body was broken and bloodied, he swore he would know he put his entire soul into trying. She demanded that and more. The lady gold of Telgar deserved all of their sweat and blood, and the crimson dragon would give her nothing less. He would show her how great his desire was. His blood was hot and raced through his veins, fueling the flame that blazed inside his body and licked across his hide. The bronze felt stronger, faster, and more impassioned than ever before, his body powerful and lean. His want of Adeloth spurred him ever onward, driving him forward with reckless abandon.

A brassy call rang harshly from his throat as the queen shot upwards at the last moment, riding a slight incline along Telgar’s tall, imposing walls of stone. Caidenth tilted his wings slightly, angling his body and legs so he shot upward along the gold’s path, riding the same slope as she. The bronze had cut his last move close, so when his body angled to follow her, his back claws had scraped sharply against the stone for a moment. It was a small matter compared to Adeloth’s glory. The red-bronze followed her stoutly upwards, never wavering from the hunt. Slowly, agonizingly so, the wingleader closed the distance between himself and Adeloth by mere handspans, but it was not enough. His body burned, and his heart thudded with a frantic beat, every fiber of his mind screaming for the gold. He wanted her so desperately, Caid rumbled lowly in desire.

Cobalt eyes were hot and centered on the Weyrwoman, and E’riol felt lust coursing through every inch of his body. Power rippled through his muscles, and his body felt so alive it was almost as if electricity was jolting through him. However, undeniably dominate was his lust, and the dragonman eyed the goldrider with wicked desires playing through his gaze. He wanted nothing more than to throw the woman down and show her just how desperately he wanted her, but the wingleader had enough rationale left to know better. However, it did not stem the desire to do it. When she beckoned for him, E’riol nearly went mad with lust, and as he stepped toward her, Elisha slipped away. Growling lowly, the ex-soldier eyed her with renewed heat, fists loosening and then clenching uncontrollably.

As their flight leveled out, Caidenth used a short burst of speed to close the small amount of distance between him and the lovely gold, but Adeloth was not yet won. She flitted lightly about through the air, flirting leisurely and keep just out of his reach. Mad with heat, driven by lust, and consumed by desire, the bronze threw back his head and bugled sharply, all of his fury and desperate hunger alive in that call. His queen stayed just out of reach, but the crimson bronze was not done yet. He had energy to burn, evident in the blood that raced through him and the blazing heat that radiated off his body. His rider, in turn, stiffened when Elisha’s fingers brushed his chest, a deep, inhuman snarl rumbling in his throat. E’riol could not keep himself from reaching out as the Weyrwoman passed, but his fingertips barely brushed her side as she stepped on. However, that small touch sent flames licking along his skin, his fingers burning from the brief touch. A ripple of fire and electricty went through his body.

[brimstone81]

((I've decided to end it before every one looses their interest. Check your inboxes, people.))

Adeloth was delighted the bronzes still tried for her, flattering to her, really. She was senior gold, she was the one who demanded all of their attentions! The gold burst ahead in a sprint, though feeling the tug of exhaustion in her wings. She must fly on, and test the remaing dragons in her chase. There were a few she knew she'd certainly have to keep an eye out for now. The bronzes thought they were clever, but Adeloth wanted to weed out those who were mislead in that judgement. Her hide shone in the light, threatening to blind anyone who looked at her, or so she would have liked to think. Adeloth crooned out softly. The gold was getting tired.

Adeloth then abrubtly made a 360 turn and flew right at the bronzes, who by now probably had just sped up to catch up with her. She squealed delightedly, knowing that they must not have expected them. Oh, I've got them now. It was a very quiet comment, and came as a mere whisper from Elisha. The woman grinned from the dragon's glee, and looked each man up and down. Who would fail this test, and who would succeed?

Adeloth shivered as she past underneath the bronzes, she was growing weary, who would carry her down from these great heights? So many things ran through Adeloth's head, Elisha's wants and wishes, her own, and this was too confusing, and she called out, Bristith! Carry me!

[cynath]

[[Just a note: technically a 360... would put Adeloth still going the direction she was originally going... so she did a 180, yes yes?]]

Oh yes. So close indeed, that the large bronze could have snapped the another bronze's tail, but then there was little need. In a final burst of furious flapping wings, each of the bronzes sped after the gold, causing quite a mess when she suddenly turned.

Bristith's wings flared to slow, before they folded and he let himself fall slightly before they fanned out once again to catch himself in a downward coast. She chose him! The massive jaws opened in a victorious, and somewhat arrogant roar. The air currents carrying the sound as the bronze coasted down faster, and faster towards the gold.

V'rak knew the very instant the Flight had ended. He seemed almost frozen for a moment, his heart missing a beat before it pounded solidly in his chest once again. His gaze was only for Elisha. However, it was not Elisha he saw, he saw Adeloth. His Gold Queen. Slowly, not hesitantly, but slowly, the Wingleader put one foot in front of the other, seeing only Elisha/Adeloth as his destination...

[FireThorne]

((Hehe, moody Caid.))

Caidenth roared as the queen whirled and plunged back through her pursuers, twisting his entire form with all the agility and quick maneuvering he had mastered through his nine turns of flying with a fighting wing. His body screamed even as his blood burned from feeling the gold one so close to him. However, she was out of his reach before he could turn himself, and the bronze snapped his jaws in irritation. The wingleader was getting desperate, hearing a cry from his rider, and feared that he would lose her. Clarion ripping through the sky, the crimson dragon folded his wings and began to drop, but Adeloth’s words suddenly rang harsh and clear in his mind. Snapping out his large wings, time seemed to stand still as Caidenth hung motionlessly in midair, his whirling purple regard upon the lady dragon he so revered.

Lean, muscular form exhibiting the same grace as his bronze, E’riol twisted with Caidenth, hissing and growling lowly to himself as the fiery dragon’s strong emotions washed over him. He could almost feel Elisha’s heat just as the crimson beast could her queen’s, and it drove him nearly mad. Do not lose her! The wingleader commanded, watching as the woman’s eyes raked each man’s form. It only served to quicken the fire and heat that laced through him, the high energy shooting like lightening through his body nearly unbearable. Then, his muscles tensed, his whole form rigid and barely controlled as the queen’s choice echoed through the air.

V’rak....Bristith...had won.

My lady! The crimson dragon cried with a roar, turning his head as Bristith took what he had earned. He could not watch. Wheeling on his wingtip, a tight maneuver he had perfected through turns of exhausting practice and relentless flying, the bronze glided back towards Telgar, his home, his blood still boiling. Caidenth was not weary, for he had worked up incredible stamina through his turns of leading a wing, as both second and leader, but he wished to be alone. The sky had betrayed him, and the wind that felt as a caress before was now a knife against his soft hide.

Caid. The voice sounded faint, as if the bronze was not trying to hear. He ignored his rider as he landed with practiced ease upon his ledge, settling with a soft growl upon the stone and allowing his red hide to soak up the sun. Energy and adrenaline still coursed through his blood at a maddening pace, and his heart pounded like the hooves of a runner, but Caidenth was perfectly still, a statue of a dragon just as he was before the Flight started.

Slowly, without word or even a sound, E’riol turned and left the Weyrwoman’s presence, his muscles tense and his blood burning. The Flight had taken him to the height of sensation, but now it offered no relief. With such energy and heat coursing throughout him, there could be no rest for the Wingleader now. Entering his weyr, the lean man jerked off his tunic and gloves, tossing them on his sleeping furs and dropping to the floor in one smooth motion. Landing on his palms against the hard stone, he immediately began doing push-ups, his body holding so much pent-up energy that the exercise was nothing.

E’riol knew he had lost to a better man...a man better suited to lead the Weyr, but Caidenth....now he was another story. It would not be easy to soothe the bronze’s wounded ego. Of course, that was a chore for another day, silence stretching between man and dragon as the Wingleader worked furiously through his exercises, and the bronze sulked.

[brimstone81]

((oops, I meant 180))

Adeloth had taken into her consideration her rider's thoughts on flight. And Elisha had no favorites, but she had left the impression of want of strength, maturity, and experience. Sure, there were a few bronzes that fit into this category, but Adeloth wanted Bristith. He was older, strong, and had been right above her when her wings started to give. She felt suddenly heavy and the older bronze came to take her away. Adeloth was caught, and so that meant that Elisha would be too.

Even if she had wanted to, Elisha could never escape flight. She was so used to waking up next to D'rian she would be in for a surprize when she woke up the next morning. As Adeloth, Elisha gave herself to V'rak's arms, not even noticing the other men leaving the pair alone.

[cynath]

The large bronze trumpeted his victory, all but laughing at the others for he was the best and now they all knew it. The last thing Bristith needed was another ego boost. Oh well. As he got closer and closer to Adeloth, mindful of his talons as his wings and back prepared to carry more than just his weight.
You flew well today[/i] The bronze didn't spare compliments lightly, as Adeloth surely already knew.

V'rak was not curt with compliments. Much like his dragon. Though, in a flight, compliments were hardly worrisome as it was. There was little need for much words, as lust drove the rider's body, there was little need to woo.

Which was probably a good thing for V'rak. His tongue was a little rough. He wasn't exactly a ladies man....