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Post by ShadowReine on Dec 28, 2011 18:34:39 GMT -5
T'mar knew by now the signs. When Freyjath actually started staring boldly at males instead of shyly ducking her head behind a wing, it meant she was about to rise.
It was hard, though, to predict the exact time. He only knew, as he sat in his weyr, repairing his straps, that it would be soon.
Soon became *now* in a rush of emotion, the milky colored green leaping from her ledge with no more warning than that, barely enough time to set the half-repaired straps to one side, to make sure the door was open for those who would soon come through it.
Soon became *now* and Freyjath descended to the feeding grounds, a herdbeast under her talons, dropped, blood drawn in by the pale green muzzle. Her challenge was in the high bugle she emitted, but also in the way she carried herself. Right now, she was as important as any queen, and she knew it.
She would fly and they would chase and the oldest dance would, once more, reach fruition in Nyocia's skies.
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Post by Jenth on Jan 1, 2012 5:00:06 GMT -5
(*flips coin to decide* Go Go under used character!! xP))
K'nam wasn't a little weyrling anymore, he was fairly used to the dragon mating ritual by now. It didn't help that his dragon, the bronze-of-browns Erith, had a very soft spot for the females. At least he was realistic about his chances and didn't try throwing himself so much at the queens as he did the smaller colors. It had been getting easier to tell the signs of an upcoming flight purely based on how inconspicuous the brown tried to act to spy on potential females.
It wasn't any surprise to him that when the lusty bugle rang around the Weyr that Erith was already in position over the hatching grounds. So it was green Freyjath this time, and K'nam tried to keep himself composed. She was bonded to T'mar, and had been known to keep private company of both genders. It was unfortunate that the brownrider did not feel the same way and would not make the journey to T'mar's Weyr. To save him the personal embarrassment he would slip away, maybe find a willing partner to relieve him of the forth coming sexual tension if he was lucky.
Erith's mind sat heavily in his his own, tense and ready to pounce. The brown eyes absorbed only her, every fiber of his body ready to chase and win. She was a rare, sensible green and would be a perfect match burled up next to him.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 1, 2012 17:24:38 GMT -5
Jo, what're you doing? Johannesth had risen from his couch and was headed for the exit of his weyr. He shuffled his wings and then spread them wide, but spared his rider a lazy glance before taking off. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, despite the little twinge of lust N'ren could feel in his dragon and the sound of bugles from other males gathering for a Flight. Johannesth was never in a hurry. He was also not one to talk, and didn't answer his rider's question before taking off. It wasn't like it was that hard to guess what he was up to, anyway. Jo, no! It was clear enough this was a flight, but N'ren was also pretty sure that this was not the flight of his weyrmate's dragon. Maideneth had not been showing any signs. Johannesth had never gone to the trouble of chasing anyone different than his own little green. Why did he have to change his mind now? N'ren rushed to the weyr's ledge, but Johannesth wasn't coming back. He had, in fact, already settled in the feeding grounds, seated as though he never planned to get up again. But the Tan's eyes were on Freyjath. He was here. She and the others knew he was among the competitors. When she moved, he would be after her. But Johannesth would not waste his time like the others, making noise and shuffling about. He was only here to win a female and there was no stopping him in that respect, much to his rider's chagrin. -------- Jerglith fell to the feeding grounds with a whoop, the nosy little blue completely prepared to stick his snout into this flight. It had been too long since his last win. Forget barreds, here was a lovely little green ripe for the taking. He jittered about impatiently, eyeing the competition and not allowing himself to be intimidated by the fact that they were all larger dragons. Much larger. It wasn't a problem. It just meant they were too big for the lovely, petite Freyjath. He crooned to her, bloody muzzle, aggressive mood and all. This was his best opportunity, for any moment now, she would be away in the air, he and the others in pursuit, with distance and the noises of flight making it unlikely that she would hear little noises. Outside of mating flights though, Jerglith knew that little noises were what Freyjath preferred, and even with dragonlust making her proud, this was still Freyjath. He would charm her with little things. Aleyi's thoughts were as restless as her dragon's, but far less eager. Freyjath was a perfectly lovely dragon, sure, but her rider was a boy. But Aleyi felt like she had to support her dragon, and her part in that was... showing up. N'ren apparently was feeling the same responsibility as well as reluctance, for Aleyi saw him hovering outside the door to Freyjath's weyr. He seemed slightly heartened by her appearance, and they headed in... to the disheartening sight of a lonely T'mar.
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 1, 2012 18:34:56 GMT -5
NPC Bluerider following:
Eroth paced a little, eyes swirling as he lifted his wings, rousing his bondmate from her cat-nap. They had been Searching the past while and this was the first real break they had.
And Sien knew Eroth wasn't planning on sleeping, suddenly. She could tell by the pounding of her heart that a flight was coming, that her dragon lifemate was stretching out, getting ready to chase. I must go. Sien growled silently in mute frustration as she stumbled out after Eroth, trying to clear her head from sleep and flight feelings.
"Just a flash in the pan," she muttered to herself as she followed the bugles of the navy toned dragon. He was stretching into the sky, launching himself, letting the other males know they had more competition and letting the green, Freyjath, know that he was coming, and he intended to catch her.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 2, 2012 18:59:42 GMT -5
No green could complain too much about the showing - two blues, a brown and even a tan. Tans and bronzes often found greens beneath them, so the milk-green dragon could not help but produce a special croon for Johannesth.
On the other hand...he had to prove himself. They all did. This flight would be fast and short, as green flights were wont to be, Freyjath heading up towards the rim, although from her angle she would not clear it by much. A test, perhaps, for those males that followed her, that pursued her, that wanted to claim her.
Only the best, and the double awareness of her her rider, removing his shirt, regarding the men and women in his Weyr. Which one? It was Freyjath's choice, but T'mar's eyes drifted over them all, appreciating. He was not one of those greenriders who preferred to avoid bedding females.
Whoever Freyjath chose would be good enough to quench the heat that was rising within him.
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 3, 2012 15:06:10 GMT -5
Eroth had flown greens before, though he had yet to catch one. Not to be discouraged, he leaped into the air after her, bugling. Sien managed to just catch him launching, heading for the rim. He was a blue, she knew he would make it. Coherent thought beyond the flight was mostly leaving at this point, but it would be quick, and afterwards, she always felt a little less tense. Nothing like a flight to soothe the stress. Pushing her blonde hair back from her dark eyes, Sien glanced around, trying to match 'riders to dragons. Eroth trumpted triumphantly, arching over the ridge with a quick roll, showing off. His eyes flashed as he locked onto the green, his navy colour winking in and out as he ascended. [Just as a note, this NPC is totally down for getting shoved outta the way or otherwise one-upped. So go ahead and GM him if you feel the urge.  ] |
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Post by Jenth on Jan 5, 2012 7:53:16 GMT -5
Talons scratched over rock as Erith half climbed over the Weyr bowl's rim after Freyjath in his desperation to give chase. The brown knew his chances, having calculated them as his rivals arrived, they looked good from his side but he knew their lovely green would have them dancing with so much as a flick of her beautiful tail. He just had to maintain the wit to out fly the blues, the strength to keep up with the tan, and make sure he caught her eye. The last was the key.
Erith threw himself fully into the flight, wings pushing as fast as go. He would show her that he was serious about catching her. Even if he was to reach out for her he knew he would only grasp thin air, and she could have all the fun she desired by flying circles around him. This was her game after all, and they were just the players.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 7, 2012 23:22:05 GMT -5
Had everyone heard that? He almost preferred they hadn't, considering Freyjath's croon was clearly directed specifically at Johannesth, his own personal treat to start the flight with, but he also did want them aware. They ought to know that they had already been one-upped, right from the get-go. No time to dwell on it further though. She was off, and with a snap of his wings, so was he. One little sound from Freyjath wasn't enough to say Jo had this won. He still had to show her that her excitement was well placed. Not yet though. He would put his energy to use when she was tired and looking for a winner, not trying to run. --------- Jerglith became airborne alongside the rest of the pack of males, although he moved quickly to separate himself just slightly. There were two blues present now, and he couldn't let himself get mixed up with the other, or blotted out by his larger competitors. Tans and Browns were as dull fliers as they were dragons, but they only made them good at blocking a view. Jerglith flew slightly below Freyjath, not quite taking into account the Green's current trajectory. It took the distracted Blue a little by surprise when he found himself on a collision course with the ridge, but, disregarding his little jerk of dismay, he could make use of this. He twisted sharply upward, twirling over the ridge and rejoining the group. Had she caught that? Well, the good part. Hopefully. |
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 8, 2012 15:57:20 GMT -5
The tan would still need to impress her. The blues?
One of them had almost hit the ridge, but he had recovered well, he was still keeping up with her. The other was showing off shamelessly, but even for a greenflight, it was too early for such antics.
He was leaving it in the starting gate. The tan was biding his time, the exact contrast. Likely too staid, too slow. The brown she liked...and the first of the blues, but she was nowhere near ready to be caught yet.
Nowhere near ready, her vision doubling with her rider as he tossed his shirt to one side, eyeing his suitors, male and female alike with equal hunger. Freyjath's hunger as she skimmed past the rim then shot upwards, heading for altitude, to see which would turn with her. Who could stay with her? The blistering pace was not one, surely, that the green could maintain for long...unlike goldlfights, which could last for hours, greenflights were often consummated swiftly indeed.
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Post by Sketchy on Jan 12, 2012 16:43:09 GMT -5
Eroth bugled again, claws clenching as he drove himself higher after the green- she blended with the sky a little, but he could see her- he could see her so easily. It had taken him a moment to realize the tan and brown had shown, but he wasn't worried. After all, in the moment of flight, every dragon was confident he would catch the female. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth pursuing them, right?
Eroth overshot the upshot just a little, clawing at the air to gain on her, eyes swirling.
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Post by Jenth on Jan 15, 2012 4:40:33 GMT -5
The brown knew he wouldn't make the sharp turn skywards as sharp as she and the blues would, he only hoped that he didn't look lazy. His greater wing span and stronger would push him higher and faster then the others though, even Johannesth whom he hadn't noticed how small he looked till now.
Not too close, not too far; that was the distance Erith wanted to give her. Of course he needed to stay close to prove his strength and agility, but too close and beautiful Freyjath could pull away into the reach of one of the others. A dangerously delicate game, if you really played to win. He only needed to wait for the opening he needed...
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Post by Sparrow on Feb 16, 2012 15:30:19 GMT -5
Johannesth waited an extra wingbeat before twisting to follow Freyjath upwards. He couldn't turn as sharply as the blues, but that plus his initial wait put him on the far side of the Green, separated from the rest of the pack. Easy to see her, easy for her to see him, and no one in his way. Not that the third benefit applied quite yet. Not quite, but with her speed and this climb, the moment would come soon enough. Until then, Johannesth had a bit of extra distance to make up, but that could also be used to his advantage. It was really only another opportunity to show off his speed and strength to the Green. -------- Jerglith had only barely recovered from passing the ledge and Freyjath was already shooting upwards and away from him. He twisted a little too sharply to keep pace, tail thrashing to keep his balance, wings straining. Ah, but sore wings would be worth it when he won the race. Surely she would be impressed by his being able to manage such a sharp turn too, even if it was a little clumsily. One wing stung a little more than he liked as he fought to keep up with Freyjath's rapid flight, but, at least for now, winning was far more important. With his eyes on Freyjath's glowing hide, it was easy to ignore. |
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 16, 2012 20:39:30 GMT -5
Already, she tired. She would choose soon, yes, each suitor carefully measured in the green's mind.
Size...mattered to a point, but Jerglith's agility had also garnered her attention. The brown...pacing her at the perfect distance, he knew how to treat the lady she was.
Of course, the fire that burned within her, demanding to be quenched, was not that of a lady. She leveled out, her wings tired, the muscles in her chest and wingshoulders complaining. Soon, yes, soon...she would choose. But which of the four would it be?
As yet, she had not made that decision. They did not, though, have much more time in which to impress her.
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Post by Sketchy on Feb 23, 2012 22:27:05 GMT -5
Eroth knew it was a losing battle. He kept pace as well as he could, his stamina as a quick blue helping him in that regard, but he just didn't have as much flair as the others.
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Post by Sparrow on Feb 23, 2012 22:49:21 GMT -5
She was leveling out, clearly tiring, which meant it was time for Johannesth to make his move. He could steal the show, take control of things... if he could only think of what to do. Why even? Surely he had control of this flight already. Besides, he shouldn't risk moving out of range of Freyjath with her decision so close. That wouldn't be any good if he lost only because he was performing and not there to catch her when she wanted him to be. Being there was certainly the most important thing. He had followed her steadily this whole time. He was reliable enough- perhaps not in performing possibly expected tricks, but those weren't necessary for being a good mate! He pressed a little closer to her, more than ready to win the flight. ----------- Jerglith was tired after the climb, and his stinging wing wasn't helping anything. But he had to finish, he had to win! He certainly had no more tricks in him, but he could keep up. That tan was shoving himself in the way now, so Jerglith gave his wings a very brief rest, dipping a bit to clear himself of that bulky competitor. He flew along below her, keeping up but not about to regain the dragonlength of height he had lost unless it was made clear that Freyjath wanted him. Which she surely would, so he kept an eye out... but until the moment came for her decision, he would fly below her. Maybe he would get lucky and she would perceive this as humble, and maybe she would like that. Yes. That sounded good to him. |
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Post by Jenth on Feb 24, 2012 6:53:18 GMT -5
More or less this was how Erith thought it would end up. The blues were a little more worn out then he predicted, but Johannesth was still determined. It had been a good flight, but the brown was not about to let victory slip away from him. Certainly by the tan who thought this flight was his just because she was pleased with his color. Erith was bigger, stronger, and he would not lose without a fight!
The brown moved in closer too, having paced himself all flight he still had a little extra to burn. Slipping in from behind he tried to get himself in between Johannesth and Freyjath, angling his wings to try and prevent the other dragon from getting by and break his concentration from the prize. It was a dirty tactic, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't stoop to these means, but this was a normal flight. And Freyjath was no normal green.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 24, 2012 18:34:12 GMT -5
All four, still with her. The blue was clearly, though, exhausted. No, it would not be him, not tonight. Perhaps another time.
All four, and Eroth was steady enough, but he had done nothing to truly draw her attention. And then Erith tried to get between her and Johannesth.
Perhaps, otherwise, the green would have taken a moment longer to choose, half-gliding to rest tiring wings. But this? This forced her choice, narrowed it down to the two of them. Some greens would have appreciated Erith's forwardness, but Freyjath? She was the quiet one, even with the lust burning the ichor in her veins, even with it forcing her onwards.
She was the quiet one...and she did not appreciate blocking tactics, using the last of her strength to climb OVER the brown and slide down to the tan, almost colliding with him at the last moment. I tire, Johannesth
As unusual as it was for a tan to catch a green, usually beaten out as they were by the larger dragons, Freyjath had made her choice, her milk-pallid hide still showing the glow that would so soon be quenched.
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