The rage from within ((violet Jorindath))

[Jenth]

Inolyn stood on her ledge, looking out at the scene below. While low on the rocky walls the view always amazed her when she had time to appreciate it. Two turns and she had gone from Harper girl to fully fledged violetrider, with a wonderful weyrmate and a bright future ahead. This was the life! She was even trying to conceive, a child would be a nice touch but so far one miscarriage and she had not had heart to tell her eager mate.

Jorindath rumbled in her sleepy doze, she had been very tired and sluggish these last few days and while the now two Turn old queen should be rising sometime in the next couple of months or so. She couldn’t remember ‘sluggish behavior’ as a sign. Then again, Jori wasn’t the average queen. The records had been written before the hatching of violets, barreds not for another 2 turns later. There was still so much that they just did not know! It just wasn’t good to dwell on the subject, Inolyn deciding it was time to get some work done. There were healer stores to count, Weyrling lesson progress to look in on and maybe she would get to visit her younger sister…

Jorindath’s eyes began to hint purple in half closed eyes, twisting and turning in restlessness on her couch. More and more color began to dominate in her whirling eyes and soon the violet could not take it any longer! Rising to her feet she took stomping steps to the ledge, head thrashing around as she inspected all around her. Weak! Puny! The lot of them! All males were alike! Her rage boiled up and erupted into a loud roar.

An itching clawed at her mind till the roar hit her ears and sent a shiver down her spine. “Jorindath?” From the Weyrbowl she looked up, almost longing that this hateful feeling was not her lifemate, it couldn’t be! The queen pounced for the feeding grounds, her rider edging back towards the stairs to her weyr. So much anger so unlike the kind and bouncy Jori. But those thoughts soon were banished.

Blood it!

Joirindath had already snapped up a fat buck into her strong talon, teeth ready to sink in and gorge on the flesh. Need fought will, the mental tug-of-war fiercely pulled back and forth until rider won. Her dragon would fight ever step of the way, Inolyn knew, right up until she took to the sky.

Please, let Hansth’s win…

[Sparrow]

Ekirith paid no mind to the rage emanating from his glowing queen, except to give her a wide berth in the feeding grounds as he entered them. He was not a dragon to pass up any chase, and still seemed to harbor the belief that he could catch Violets. Jorindath was a big one, but he was a big Brown. He would show her he was the best.

After snatching a large bovine, Ekirith settled down to blood it, keeping admiring eyes on Jorindath. Even as he crouched over the beast he remained tense, ready to take off at any moment. It wouldn't be an easy Flight for him to win, Ekirith had to make sure he didn't miss a single thing.

J'ran heaved a sigh when he heard Jorindath's roar and saw Ekirith taking off for the feeding grounds. The Brown was never one to miss a Flight, that everyone at the Weyr probably already knew. But he wished sometimes that his dragon didn't feel such a need to chase queens. He had been lucky to catch Kelth that once, something like that wasn't likely to ever happen again, and J'ran hated Ekirith's moodiness after he lost a Flight.

There was no way he was stopping Ekirith though... so J'ran headed to Jorindath's weyr and figured he would try and support the dragon. It wouldn't be hard to do before long, but while he still had his mind, it all felt like not the best idea.

((failpost xP And Johannesth says, "A queen? Way too much work." *falls asleep*))

[ShadowReine]

The stream of brown liquid faltered, then sprayed everywhere. The man who had been pouring the klah leaping backwards, the pitcher teetering, the mug falling to smash on the ground.

It was not, not, not like B'can to be so clumsy, but the wave of lust that had flowed over him had distracted him at such a crucial moment. He was fortunate, in fact, that he had not burned himself on the hot klah.

Eyes followed him as he fled the lower caverns, towards the bowl.

Nice timing, Apolloth! Who is it?

Jorindath!

He could see his tan now, amongst those already gathered in the feeding grounds. And see what Apolloth saw, the glowing, brilliant violet queen.

Taste the blood as the tan took down his prey, closed his jaws on the neck and drew the sweet, hot substance within himself. Feel the energy that flowed with the lust, even the edges of the violet's own rage and lust, echoing through the dragons, through the Weyr.

There would be more children conceived in the lower caverns tonight. Where was Inolyn's weyr? Enough reason took over for him to remember, then B'can broke into a run. He was a moth, she was the flame, and rational thought, he knew, would not linger much longer.

The large, young tan finished his meal of blood, his body crouched in tension, his wings spread outwards. When she leapt, he would be ready and more than ready. He might have failed to claim Nayarath, but *this* queen, surely, would see his virtues.

[yamamoto]

The bronze rider was half asleep at the moment, sitting up aginst a wall. He had been busy doing some work the night before and was taking a chance to at least take a small nap. Yet that feeling of triedness was quickly changed and swept away. First the feeling of pain. His bronze flit Topaz had noticed the feelings in his bonded the moment the feelings of lust had started to sweep through his body. The bronze pulled on his hair to wake him up, and to make him get going. Though by the rapid widening of T'lat's eye's in realization of what was finally about to happen, it was quickly obvious that he need no wake up call and no push to get him on his way. Hansth's feelings where doing all of this for him, and alot more than just that.

Hansth's voice seemed to yell into T'lat's mind She rises Mine. Jorindath rises. Don't worry I will cacth her, for both our sake's. Though Hansth wanted to cacth her for his own sake. He may have been a small bronze, but he would prove that he could cacth a queen like any of the other's could. The fact that he had yet to chase did not cross his mind, he would succded. To think otherwise could mean failure, and his pride, as well as his want for T'lat's happiness would not allow it. Hansth's eye's turned a deep purple as he flew to the feeding ground, and scacthed up a beast and began to blood his kill, waiting for his queen to take flight. The fact that other more exprianced male's arrived did not cross his mind ethier. He only focused on the voliet, it was her that he was chasing. So nothing else mattered.

T'lat found himself weaving through the corrieders, while feeling a lust stronger than anything he had felt before flowing through his veins, that he found so familier becuase he took them every night to return to the weyr that he and Inolyn shared. Tonight he knew would not be any differnt. Hansth's pride and sureness of himself flowed through both dragon and rider at the moment, as well as a desire to chase and cacth the queen that they both desired so much. That was all they both could see, and that was all they both desired. It had been that way before and it was stronger now. Alot stronger.

[wolflover1458]

((Never managed to join in Nayarath's Flight. Plus this will be the first Flight I'm in.))

You aren't going to win anything! Have you forgotten we're rogues? J'rron asked his dragon, who he knew wanted to fly. I have never chased a Queen before, it will be fun. Noranth replied, refusing to give in. Do you actually plan on winning? I will try, but you already said it, we are rogues. I cannot doubt she would want another suitor. Nevertheless, I would like to try chasing a Queen. With that, J'rron had to give up on persuading the dragon. He wasn't going to catch her anyway, and if he did, J'rron could worry about it later.

Noranth grabbed a buck with his claws and blooded it, completely ignoring his rider's doubts and pleads to reconsider. Noranth didn't really expect to win, but part of him longed to catch the Violet, and another part of him simply wanted to take part at the least, to show the Weyr what he could do. His chances depended, Noranth knew, on what kind of Queen she was. If Jorindath only liked dragons from the Weyr, he was just in it for the experience of trying. Otherwise he might actually have a chance at it.

[Jenth]

Jorindath slurped at the last of the blood from the carcass, throwing it with such force the dead meat to the side that it hit the cliff wall with a crack. It flopped off with a thud, many of the bones now broken. More! She needed more! Jumping from her ledge her glide didn’t even bring her to the stampeding her, the violet scrambling to corner them and clenched a screaming buck in each of her fore claws. The command to blood was less resisted as her jaws clenched onto the first one and the other thrashed in panic.

Inolyn felt the warm and delicious blood trickling down her throat as if she was drinking it herself. Sub-consciously she licked her lips, the desire of her dragon growing inside of her. The anticipation was merciless, the end fate of Jorindath’s second victim not as violent as it’s predecessor but still case aside none the less. The second captive’s cries and struggles slowly weakened till death claimed it, the dragon had not even bothered to kill the creature first. Blood smeared her maw, tongue lashing to claim the last few drops as she spared a look at her waiting suitors. They looked like a fine lot, but appearance was next to nothing. Let’s see how well they flew.

The last carcass was thrown high across the Feeding Grounds, Jorindath leaped into the air during the distraction. Powerful wings sliced through the air with ease carrying higher and higher. It wasn’t long before she was higher then she had ever flown, the fact that she wasn’t a fighting dragon had not given her reason to go high or far. Well she would show these ‘fighting’ dargons! Circling she teased the males, she was being predictable before snapping away to streak off away from the Weyr before any became too confident. She would not be caught!

[ShadowReine]

Tan haunches tensed, wings spread, and as she leapt, then so did Apolloth, lighter in color than the other dragons in the chase, even the other tan. He was a strong young dragon, this one, the enthusiasm of youth not yet tempered by age and wisdom. As she circled, he spun in place, as tightly as such a large beast could, before taking off after her.

Oh, he knew this wasn't the queen his rider hoped he would catch, but that did not matter. He could not resist her brilliant allure, as fierce as she was. Oh, this was no 'lady' dragon, this was fire and power and he would claim her!

But he knew enough now not to go too fast too soon, holding back a little. Saving some energy as he watched what she would do. Observed her, admired her, the length of her, the wings, the splendid tail. Those thoughts did not distract him from his flight but rather animated it, for that was what a queen was. A *prize*, to be claimed...except that in the end, the prize was also the one who made the choice.

He had to be better than these others! Stronger, faster, sharper in the air, catching familiar breezes and thermals under his wings.

She would be caught, and these moments would end, but the tan found himself savoring the chase itself, savoring the feeling of such wild, abandoned flight. At its end, only one could win, though, and he snapped a bit at the others, warning them not to come too close.

Jorindath would be his!

[yamamoto]

Hansth waited only moments before he to took to the air to chase after his queen. His inexperience meant nothing to him at this moment. For all the bronze knew he, had been doing this for many Turns. Even though he was still young. He would not think a single bit of negative thoughts, only the positive and only on the fact that he would win and the others who chase the violet would lose. The bronze was thinking positive which was something the dragon and rider had recently began to do much more often than they had before. He had a advantage that the other male did not. The day at the beach. He knew very well that it meant nothing in this flight, but he would only use these thoughts to move him through the air and steel his determination. He would catch this queen. She would be his and then both him and T'lat could wake up happy tomorrow.

He made sure to conserve his energy not wanting to burn himself out on a flight that he knew would be quite a long one. The violet would not let herself be caught that easily. He found himself beside the Tan who snapped at him. Hansth gave him a growl in return, the nerve of this other dragon thinking to steal his prize. He was not backing down nor would he, until Jorindath made her choice. He kept his distance form the queen, but did not let himself fall behind. He kept everything he did in a nice balance. Such would be required for a victory.

The bronze could see that Jorindath was more fierce than ever before, but this did not scare him. It only encouraged him because it made the prize that much better for the taking. By this moment T'lat and Hansth's want was the same. Victory. They would both have it and they both wanted, and this only propelled the bronze onward. He would have his queen. He growled at any other male who dared to make a move anywhere near the violet. He was the only one who was worthy of her and he was going to prove it. No matter what it took.

[wolflover1458]

As Jorindath moved, so did Noranth. He watched her soar up, away from the Weyr, and he followed. Launching himself from the ground, Noranth went after her, soaring easily. Most of him, directed by instinct, wanted nothing more than to win this Flight. There was another part, a smaller part, the part that probably came from Turns as a rogue, which was simply glad to be here, the first Flight of a Queen dragon he was in. Noranth might be older than them, but he had as much experience at this as a 2 Turn Bronze dragon during their first Flight after a Queen.

The others were there, and Noranth paid attention to them. He didn’t them, or how they would act. All he knew was he was flying, really flying. Noranth soared easily through the air, the whole time watching Jorindath, waiting to see what she would do. It was her first Flight too; they were both new at this. Not that that mattered. He felt the air on his wings as he tried to keep his distance from the other dragons, but still stay close. He knew his disadvantage was worse than any of the others. He was not of the Weyr, and it was unlikely he would catch Jorindath unless she accidentally went past him.

But he would try, and that was what really mattered to Noranth, that he try and do his best. The result seemed inevitable, but if it wasn’t that way, and it didn’t have to be, Noranth would be more than happy. Here was happiness, right here, enveloping him. Noranth accepted happily, feeling sheer joy go through him at the excitement of the Flight, something he had not felt before, something very new to him. It was a wonderful feeling. Noranth wanted to do this again sometime, and it didn’t matter what the result of this Flight or a thousand others were if he could feel like this. With his heart soaring, Noranth followed Jorindath like he was following his prey.

[Sparrow]

Ekirith streaked after Jorindath as she took off, leaping to the head of the group with Apolloth and ignoring the Bronzes that lagged a few moments. How like the giant creatures to be falling behind already; Ekirith would show Jorindath that size was not what made all the difference.

Jorindath circled and so Ekirith hovered, reserving his strength for the parts of the chase where the queen was actually moving away. This was the time to inspect her with, of course, admiring eyes. If he could figure out how to predict anything while the Violet wasn't running, it would help him in this Flight. Watching her closely as he was at least seemed to tell right here; as Jorindath abruptly streaked away Ekirith managed to catch the move in time to get a good start after her.

Lessons learned from past Violet Flights kept Ekirith from flying to fast here though. He kept up with the group, but hung towards the back, still saving energy for when it really mattered. The other males were seeming a bit vicious too- the Tan snapping and one of the Bronzes growling. They were both young ones- Apolloth was a dragon Ekirith had sired even! He couldn't be beat by him. But right now was not when that would be decided, and he was not going to have his head bitten off by snappish youngsters just because he was wasting energy getting too close.

[Jenth]

Jorindath hadn’t heard the snapping and growling of the males behind her, but somewhere in the back of her mind under her own temper she felt the fierce and violent determination of her suitors. Oh how she loved it, crooning in delight at the attention. Two bronzes, a tan and brown, a good selection for a queen such as she. But as of yet she was going easy on them, flying straight took only strength but little skill.

Flipping her wings her flight path swayed left, darted right and just dropped out of the sky in a purple blur. Wings molded to her body, first lids covering her eyes against the sting of the wind it took so much effort to pull up. The energy loss annoyed her, as well as the unwanted strain the maneuver had done to her wings. But she was far from the males and too close to the ground for capture. It would buy her some time, Jorindath letting her strength drain into her flight muscels and streaking off again.

((Yuck, Mondays....))

[ShadowReine]

She was dropping, and Apolloth folded his wings...but he did not drop as low as she had, taking a cue from the more experienced dragons.

His own sire was there, although being a dragon, that mattered little to him. Only if his rider reminded him did he even really know his relationship to others. He only knew that this was a queen, and that it was his duty and joy to do his best to claim her. To be the best...although no rational thought was involved in that.

At other times, Apolloth might know why the strongest male was needed, why there was this contest of skill and flight and sheer courage.

He stopped making snippy motions towards the other males now, focusing entirely on the brilliant purple glow that they all sought and desired so thoroughly. His rider was at the edge of his awareness and at the same time one with him, in Inolyn's weyr now, eyes on the young woman. B'can, as full of desire to be worthy of Inolyn as Apolloth was of Jorindath.

There was no more hesitation, there was no interference in the tan's flight. Still easy now, he was as long as some of the bronzes, albeit thinner. He was as good as any bronze. ANY bronze! And certainly better than the *brown*.

[wolflover1458]

For the first time, Noranth wished he wasn't such a large Bronze. He was sure he would have stamina enough to finish the flight, and maybe a little left over if he didn't do anything stupid, but he was to bulky to turn easily. Trying to streak after her, Noranth found it hard to follow her exactly. It wouldn't be impressive if he crashed into some other dragon.

Noranth kept in front of the others, not wanting to see the other suitors, and inexperienced as to how flights worked. He had never actually seen a Queen Flight, and now he was in one. It was the best way to learn, so he was happy. Still, Noranth wished there was some idea size that balanced both stamina and agility for Bronzes and that he could be that size. That would make this much easier. It couldn't happen though, so instead he focused on just trying to follow her and not crash into someone else.

[Jenth]

ATTENTION!!!!

Because of people not repling and i waited long enough I've just desided to announce the winner. It wasn't an easy desicion, since i only got 2 examples of both, but i desided to give it to...

Apolloth!

It was very close Noranth, maybe next time! ^^

[ShadowReine]

OOC: Woot! Apolloth gets to be a daddy. Jenth, we need to do some awkwardness...I mean, your weyrmate, not gonna be happy *grin*.

[Jenth]

OOC: YEY! lol well i think Yama has left us, so Inolyn might be a free girl again. in the meantime, ARKWARDNESS!!!

Your start or mine?

[ShadowReine]

OOC: I'm mildly sick, don't think I have a good thread starter in me tonight