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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 1, 2008 21:18:09 GMT -5
Seryth woke up even worse than the previous day. If you are not going to oil me now I hardly see what the point is at all. In fact why even bother with me. Just worry about yourself. For that matter, you can just ignore anything I say. Not like you listen to me anyway. You are being unreasonable! I tell you I was just having a glass of water and you go off on me. I am sick and tired of your tantrums! I don't care if you are proddy its no excuse! Have it your way! I'm going to bathe... WITHOUT YOU!
If Marisol wasn't already red in the face she was more so now. That dragon was going to be the death of her! She grimaced. Really she couldn't stomach this sort of fighting in the morning. The little she ate this morning was unsettled and making her more queasy than usual. Lately her stomach had been acting strangely and worse her dragon was growing more intense when she was proddy.
Maris sighed and ran out of her weyr and down the halls till she reached the bowl, which took a large amount of time, when she had to lug oil and sweetsand and brushes to scrub the green with. Seryth was still behaving snappy and especially towards other greens who pretty much vacated the vicinity to escape the wrath of Seryth.
The green took one look at her rider and shot up out of the water. That would teach her not to get out of bed on time. The green, now midair realized a strange inner urging that slowly became familiar. She wanted to fly, fast and far and away from the other dragons, away from her rider...into the Horizon. She let out a call to potential male pursuers though the green never singled anyone out. Then they would feel important and this was all about her. She would escape them all this time.
On the ground Marisol dropped the bucket mouth agape for a moment before she gained control of herself. Seryth was in the sky now and there was no stopping her. She too felt the green's need to get away and as she began to feel what her dragon felt she knew less and less of what was going on around her.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 1, 2008 21:39:38 GMT -5
Oberonth had never really flown in flights before. Never won, anyway. He was too bulky and slow for the agile blues and greens that flew, not to mention, His' heart was never really into it. For such a king of the skies, it wasn't right that he should not fly at least a green! And then Seryth shouted her call. He wanted to chase her. At least Hers was, um, familiar with Marisol. Mine. Seryth flies, and I give chase. It wasn't a question, it was a warning.
L'sander had just been laying in his bed, groggy, and tired. Just five more minutes. . . And then reality struck and he involuntarily flew up and right out of his bed. He rubbed his knees that hit the floor hardest and scrambled to stand up. However some of his furs were wrapped around his ankle and he fell flat on his face with a THWAP! L'sander grumbled and ripped off his sleeping clothes for a cleanish tunic and slacks with his wher hide boots. Half way out the weyr, he stopped. Seryth.
SERYTH?! He just couldn't [/i]chase[/i] Seryth. He got terribly drunk a few months back and bedded Marisol. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. On the contrary, from what he remembered, it was extremely enjoyable. But he was mortified. L'sander had a one night stand with the girl, something he wasn't proud of, especially when he probably wouldn't have just slept with a random girl sober. Marisol probably hated him for stoping to see her after the first sevenday. And yet, he got the feeling she wasn't the type of girl who'd want to settle for him.
But he couldn't deny Oberonth his flight, as the bronze was determined to fly for the large green.And why shouldn't I fly Seryth? She is pretty, and a big for her color, and you've already had Hers. When is it my turn? I am going to fly her. You do what you want. And that was that. L'sander felt obligated to go to the flight rooms. And then he saw her there. Pretty Marisol with her red locks and a pretty glow. Or was that just the flight lust talking? But then he knew that he could not, nor did he want to stop Oberonth. L'sander did not love Marisol, but Oberonth had not expressed much interest in any other greens. Let him try, if he wanted.
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Post by effluo on Apr 1, 2008 23:17:26 GMT -5
Seryth rises. I think I would like to chase her.
G’eph choked on the bitter klah, sending a spray of the liquid across the table onto an unsuspecting drudge who had been cleaning. Cursing and giving an apology to her, he stood up.
What did you say?! he sent back to his weyrling brown.
I said I am chasing Seryth. She rises. Do not slow me down.
G’eph’s mouth hung open. Chasing Seryth? Well it certainly was not one of the queen’s names, so he could only assume it was a green he had not heard of. Even so, his Vanarth giving chase? Sure the Weyrling Master had spoken of this, but G’eph had not thought it would happen now…
Letting his long legs carry him quickly across the Weyrhall, the tall brownrider was outside in seconds searching the sky for his dragon. Sure enough, the large brown was already in hot pursuit of a good sized green, but despite the commotion it was impossible to miss the glint of a bronze hide after the female as well.
Well, I guess all I can do is wish you luck my friend… With that, G’eph tried to remember where he had been told the flightrooms were. Thankfully he found them with little trouble and as he entered he felt the tug and pull of his dragon’s growing lust.
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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 2, 2008 22:00:47 GMT -5
The green watched her pursuers with the patience of a feline. She was going to toy with them as much as possible. Seryth was not only faster and more manueverable, she wasn't afraid of pulling dangerous stunts. The green took herself higher when the males began to come after her. She wasn't going as fast as she could, she wanted them to be close. Almost close enough to touch.
Is that the best you can do? Her mind voice was taunting in a way that was not only meant to tease but also meant to wound. She wanted to shatter their confidence. Who were they compared to her? They were not even worth remembering. It mattered little to her that a Bronze and brown gave chase. It only mattered that she Seryth was going to outfly them all and race to her own freedom.
On the ground, Marisol had managed to get to the flight room, though some of the men were already there. She felt herself losing to the green. She was testier than usual. It would be an rough flight. Though honestly Maris usually liked the tough flights more, because the release was so much more pleasurable.
The red head didn't even bother to figure out who was there. She suspected some of them she knew and others she did not. Her dragon spoke and she too eyed the men as if she were above them. In that moment, Maris knew herself to be beyond them and their reach.
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Post by kayla on Apr 7, 2008 11:39:56 GMT -5
Mine, Seryth flies. We GO NOW! Jeyna blinked and grinned. Marisol was a good friend, and she did not think that either would be opposed to waking up next to each other after a flight.
"Then go!"
Ragoth trumpeted his excitement and took to the air, having to make up time as the flight had caught him off guard and he was actually behind in getting into the chase for the pretty green. Seryth, lovely, Ragoth comes to make sure your flight is marvelous!
For Jeyna, she was running toward the flight room. Hesitating only long enough to pull on a loose pair of pants and a barely closed shirt. No point in dressing in something that could not be easily pulled off.
Fly Ragoth!
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Post by effluo on Apr 8, 2008 9:58:24 GMT -5
You better fly faster, or I’ll catch you without a chase. The brown sent, his mind voice mimicking his riders held a tone that was dark and threatening, and yet full of lust. Vanarth might be a young dragon, his muscles still lacking the tone and pure strength of the older dragons that gave chase, but he was already a confident brown and he knew what he wanted to do. He was not afraid to push himself.
G’eph did not keep his senses long as his dragon chased the green so confidently, but it was long enough to notice that there were three others that shared the room. It was a shock to him to realize that two of those riders were women, but the shock didn’t last long as he gave into his dragon’s call.
Seeing through his dragons eyes, the rider looked at Marisol and seen not the woman, but her glowing dragon. He could not deny his dragon’s lust toward such a glowing gem.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 8, 2008 18:15:52 GMT -5
It was not unheard of for a bronze to catch a green, but L'sander figured people made it sound more common than it was. Greens were so agile, so quick and jumpy, how could his steady bronze compete with blues and browns? Maybe the reason L'sander didn't bar his bronze from entering was that he felt like he owed it to Marisol. Yeah, after that drunken, sloppy, wild night tryst, maybe he wanted to cement it with winning a flight. He would have done that with Renalda. . . if she had lived to Impress.
He wasn't allowed to dwell in memories long past because he was becoming more and more aware of Oberonth. Precious one, I can do better! The bronze had bugled, always more suited to the customary flattery often portrayed by his color to the queens. None, shine more pretty than you to day, Seryth!
Quickly now L'sander the man was becoming Oberonth the dragon and he would no longer be able to control anything that happened. It was the scary part of flight, for L'sander always liked to be in control. Up, up, he seemed to go as he slipped conciousnesses. Flight had set in and only faranth knew who he'd wake up to.
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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 8, 2008 19:22:05 GMT -5
The green looked back again and just as the males got close, she shot off to the left. Her speed was to be expected as was her agility. Seryth thought little about those qualities and more about how wonderful it felt to be flying. The green made many quick turns and did a lot of taunting as she was apt to. She even went as far as to be within one of her wingspans of her top chasers. A Bronze, a brown and a blue. My my, what choices!
Their comments to her were not completely unnoticed though she pretended she did not care. Seryth- Marisol flew as fast as she could until she began to feel her wings strain. That just wouldn't do. How would they avoid those pesky males if they could not fly any faster?
She had lost a couple competitors though three dragons were very close to catching up with her. The green was not picky in the sense that she had a favorite instead she liked to leave these things up to chance. As she flew slightly less swiftly she did her best to remain a step ahead of the boys, whether that meant turning to one side or doing flips in the air. She was not going to make this easy.
As agile and crafty as she was the green had not had the pleasure of many larger dragons giving chase before. She was much more used to blues catching her. For Seryth that meant she wasn't expecting the larger wingspan of the brown and bronze. Coincidentally that also meant she misjudged her distance and found her wing caught beneath Oberonths.
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 8, 2008 22:13:45 GMT -5
Yes, Seryth was quick and beautiful and wild, and he wanted her all to himself! Yes, he was being very selfish right now, very much so. Oberonth wanted his turn and he was going to get her. He flew, though the blue could probably beat him to her. Other dragons fell from the race, and then there were three- a blue, a brown, and himself, a glorious bronze. To him it would be an easy choice. Himself, he was a bronze, and who wouldn't want him? So cocky was Oberonth right now. Soon they all seemed to be pretty close, neck and neck, even. Oberonth was proud of himself.
She seemed to tease them, always being just out of reach. The bronze was getting frustrated. He'd think he'd be close, and she'd just roll out of his way like nothing. He couldn't turn on a dime like the smaller dragons. He was almost ready to give up, but then he decided no, he'd show these other dragons who was boss. He got the green he wanted, if he wanted her! Oberonth pumped his mighty wings and caught up to her, and cast a shadow over his target. When her wing bumped him and that was it. Oberonth wasn't going to play all considerate, he was going to take what he wanted at the first chance he had. Long flight hadn't even entered in the equation. So Oberonth moved in the position and got his neck entwined with hers, his wings entangling hers and they would float back to a ledge. . . Oh how sweet flights could be.
L'sander, found Marisol, his prize, his lovely green. Now it was his duty to take her like Oberonth had Seryth. He held out his hand to her, letting the other sulk away and find their lovers. He had won. L'sander had gotten Marisol once more, and for a second time he would not remember it.
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