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Post by Jenth on Jun 20, 2011 21:25:48 GMT -5
((Remember bronzes, tans, browns can chase. I also encourage Charcoals and teals to chase as they are old enough and are roughly the sizes of browns))
It was time...
Jorindath's hide had been slowly changing in color, from her healthy deep violet to an almost Fioloth burgundy. Inolyn had worried herself to no ends, thinking this color change had more to it then just mating lust. Her dragon wouldn't rise with her rider as injured as she had been, had suppressing a natural urge pushed the violet to a breaking point?
It had been one cold afternoon when the crashing waves of emotion struck her like flood waters. Raw lust like she had only felt once before relieved Inolyn to near tears as she ran to her weyr, passing her dragon moving in the opposite direction to the feeding grounds. The normally placid and friendly dragon turned into a fiery fury when primed to mate. She hadn't even given a heralding roar to announce her condition. There was no need to, any male that wanted to chase would know to get ready now or be left behind.
It had been a struggle to blood two beasts, which ended up resembling minced meat before being discarded. To satisfy her hunger she blooded two more with less mutilation. Licking her maw she took to the sky like a streak of lightning, ready to judge her suitors in the afternoon sun.
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Post by ShadowReine on Jun 21, 2011 16:56:34 GMT -5
And Apolloth was not going to let anyone else take *his* violet. The tan had the advantage of sharing a weyrledge with her. He knew.
In fact, he was almost to the feeding grounds ahead of her, diving on his own beast, draining the blood from it whilst keeping his whirling eyes rested on her. His rider, of course, already in the weyr. Knowing he might have to watch somebody else claim the woman he loved.
Would she come back to him if that happened? Some riders did, some did not, changing their affections with their dragons. It was painful for him to think of it, but he knew what he had chosen when he became a rider. The risk of losing his woman. The risk of her getting pregnant and not being sure it was his.
But Apolloth's confidence flowed through him a moment later. The tan had no reason to believe Jorindath would choose anyone else. Why would she? Had he not sired a fine clutch...even if it was only his rider who directly remembered it?
He was the best, all he had to do was remind her of the fact, the light flowing over his almost cream wings, launching after her, almost the color of the sun that beat down on them.
She was his. She would *stay* his.
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Post by Sparrow on Jun 22, 2011 12:39:29 GMT -5
Ekirith wasn't far behind Apolloth to the feeding grounds, quickly draining a beast and then watching Jorindath, body tense and ready to follow the moment she took off.
He could care less who won her last time; he was the one who would catch her this time. He was the best, and he would show her. It would take some work, but that was what Browns were famous for. Hard work, sturdiness.
It was good stuff. It would pull him through, and he would win.
J'ran, as usual, was hardly as confident or adamant as his dragon. Although he would be proud of Ekirith if he won, clutches were a time consuming investment, and one he would be getting minimal rewards from considering the situation. Inolyn had B'can. J'ran had... someone.
He headed for Inolyn's Weyr anyway, his dragon's interest replacing his own lack of it, the worries washing from his mind as the Flightlust started to take it's hold. Eh. Ekirith could do it.
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Post by Jenth on Aug 16, 2011 8:56:11 GMT -5
Inolyn had managed to give her lover a small, longing smile before her eyes glazed over as her thoughts were pulled up with Jorindath. The rider's choice was clear, she no more wished to bed another man as B'can to another woman. For the moment however the violet was in control and her rider's preference alone may not be enough to sway her decision. The mating lust was temporary, love was eternal.
The skies were clear and the weather warming, air currents were in plentiful supply with the changing season. Jorindath lunged for them to gain early height, glad there were no clouds to hide. Many used them to play games or for ambushes but the violet thought these nothing but cheap tricks. She wanted to see strength and endurance, only the best would be her mate.
She knew her suitors, they had chased her before. She knew not to underestimate them, and would lead them on for as long as she could. For her second flight she was being cautious, darting and diving, pulling all the tricks she could to get some distance between. They might surprise her, now that would be exciting!
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Post by ShadowReine on Aug 16, 2011 19:59:54 GMT -5
High. Higher and higher, with the only goal Apolloth had in mind being the violet who had chosen him before. And had he not done well by her? Yet, he knew better than to be complacent. As she sought distance, so he sought altitude, to get above her, to achieve the advantage of height. From height came speed, the big tan knew.
He knew better, too, than to underestimate Ekirith. He might only be a brown but he was, the tan had to admit, a pretty smart brown and a tough one. But he was not going to lose to him. Determination flowed from him, and just a little bit of B'can's strong desire to ensure that Inolyn stayed his. He loved her, and that flowed in the bond between them, but at the same time, both knew that Jorindath had other concerns than simply her rider's happiness.
She was a queen, and the instinct to mate, to fly would have utterly consumed her by this point. It blazed through Apolloth. The need for her, the desire for her...
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Post by Sparrow on Aug 18, 2011 11:03:16 GMT -5
Ekirith kept about level with Jorindath. He would have liked to get a little height, but Apolloth had beaten him to that ploy, and he didn't want to look like he was mimicking the Tan. So he stayed behind the glowing queen, but a bit to the side, out of her wake and, most importantly, where he could watch her head.
Jorindath was not merely looking for speed today. She was playing with them, diving and twisting. If she was going to begin this Flight like a smaller dragon's, he would follow her like he did them and keep her face in sight so he could predict her movements. This he was well practiced in.
If Jorindath kept things going like this, Ekirith had this in the bag. He doubted that was very likely, but he was already keeping a close eye on her.
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Post by Jenth on Aug 28, 2011 0:34:27 GMT -5
Apolloth's shadow had given him away, if Jorindath hadn't already known her pursuers had separated. It was a nice try, but too early in the flight to be of much use. Wings folded and she plummeted down low, too low for the boys to consider catching her.
After she was sure they had been rounded up again she once more took to the higher skies. How else could she compare them unless she could see them together? Both had sired violet clutches before. Both were big and powerful beasts, almost evenly matched at this stage. There would only be one winner, only one would claim her. And he would be the strongest or the one to out smart her.
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Post by ShadowReine on Aug 28, 2011 12:17:10 GMT -5
Yes, they were both strong males, but surely, Apolloth had proven himself...but queens were fickle beings. Each flight was as the first, and he knew he had to prove himself again. Too early, though, on that move.
Too early, and he half expected her dive, staying slightly above so he would not have to use as much energy when she climbed again. He hissed at Ekirith, not a violent hiss, but a reminder that this was a contest and the brown should not get complacent.
A contest, and one his rider badly wanted him to win, and that added strength to the tan's wings. Still..he could not be complacent either. Ekirith was 'only' a brown, but he was a strong one and not much smaller than the buttermilk colored tan. There were differences in build and, of course, the striking one in color.
But even Apolloth knew this would be a tough choice for the violet. How did he remind her that he was the best?
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Post by Sparrow on Oct 14, 2011 10:36:28 GMT -5
Ekirith followed Jorindath down and up, not at all surprised by this all-to-common queen trick. It made some sense- a warning along the lines of, "Don't you catch me yet,"- but it did seem funny somehow that for how they always seemed to be competing, queens were perfectly willing to mimic each other in this most important aspect of their lives.
Not that he minded. A predictable flight let the competition focus between the males and not on keeping up with the prize.
The competition here, however, was not great. Ekirith grunted a little pompously at Apolloth's hiss. He had sired that Tan. He could certainly beat him.
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Post by Jenth on Nov 29, 2011 11:34:07 GMT -5
Jorindath was getting frustrated. She was supposed to be the one toying with her suitors but it seemed the other way around! They cut corners, obviously predicted her moves, and only one seemed to show any passion for this competition. Even with so little competition how dare they even jest that maybe this was some sort of game? She was a Queen!
The violet let out an angry bellow and dived again, but this time was different. She had no interest in returning to the clouds. Instead she landed on a rocky outcrop, glaring up at the males above. The desire to mate still ran hot in her blood, Jorindath's talons clenching on rock and her tail flicking. How long would they wait? Could they coax her into returning to the air? And would any back down?
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Post by ShadowReine on Nov 29, 2011 18:03:53 GMT -5
Apolloth backing down? Perhaps in some other flight, but this was Jorindath, and his rider was wholeheartedly with him, hearts and passions beating as one.
But she had...landed. That was, somehow, against the rules. It was not what she was supposed to do. Desperate, knowing not what else to do, he called to her, feeling the echoes of her lust flow from dragon to dragon.
She still wanted to fly, to mate, and he was here. He was here for her, and he would stay here until Rukbat went cold, if that was what it took! Determination radiated from the tan. Even *THREAD* would not cause him to leave her, not now, not ever. Even if she chose another, he would come back to her. Such was the strength of feeling from his rider, flowing through their bond. The tanrider was NOT losing Inolyn, not even, if he could avoid it, for this one blood-hued night.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 1, 2012 18:01:13 GMT -5
This was something Ekirith hadn't seen before, and there was a good reason for that. A female landing in the middle of her flight was a bad, bad thing. And this wasn't any female, but a queen, making everything about the situation even worse. A female couldn't be caught on the ground.
He crooned to her questioningly. What was wrong? What about the flight had made her so dissatisfied that she had pulled this entirely unheard of move on her suitors? Ekirith flew in a slow circle above his queen, no longer concerned with Apolloth, or even with winning. He needed to get her back in the air.
A queen landing mid-flight was probably an issue that not even Ekirith's worrisome rider had ever considered, but the wrongness of the situation was certainly enough to hit J'ran with a little jolt of fear. Was something wrong with Jorindath? Could the violet be ill? She hadn't seemed so beforehand, and Ekirith didn't seem concerned for her physically.
J'ran really wanted it to be some other sort of problem. A problem he hadn't wanted to be caught up with in the first place. He didn't belong here. Ekirith was behaving as a dragon was expected to, but now things were getting out of hand. They needed to remove themselves from this equation.
Ekirith.
They would make this easy for Jorindath, and hopefully that would sooth her. J'ran quietly left the room and headed outside to await the reluctant return of his dragon. There was somewhere better they could be anyhow.
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Post by Jenth on Jan 1, 2012 20:21:29 GMT -5
As the seconds ticked on the feeling of fear had slowly started creeping up through Inolyn's stomach, from the small speck of self consciousnesses she retained she knew this was a bad thing. Jorindath was always known for being strange and never one to act the norm, but this was going too far. The violet had a responsibility they both knew well, as one of the few breeding dragons it was her task to help repopulate the mighty dragons of Pern. For a queen to just...stop a flight?! How was she going to explain this?
Jorindath raging hormones were starting to get the best of her. It was slowly becoming apparent that she should have just picked one and gone home then try to reign in her lust, and now she was feeling the painful repercussions of daring to fight instinct. The twitch in her tail was becoming uncontrollable and her wings had decided to join in the fidgeting dance. She couldn't control it much longer, she had to fly again...fly far and fast...
And then Ekirith was flying away...
With a bugle that was as much triumph as it was relief she launched into the air, brushing close to Apolloth on her way into the open sky. There was less urgency in her speed, she wasn't trying to escape him but she needed to correct her previous taboo. Faithful Apolloth... I knew you wouldn't give up with out a fight, she crooned lovingly
Inolyn had thrown her arms around B'cans neck, kissing him passionately. A single tear slid down her face, the only indication that for a few panicked seconds she had been so afraid. Don't ever do that to me again, Jori...
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 2, 2012 19:02:30 GMT -5
Give up? Never on his Jorindath, tan wings extending to claim the violet even as the violet's rider's arms reached out to her weyrmate.
In the end, perhaps., there could have been no other choice. The two of them were once more one...and what strange things might come of this clutch, as the female-ridden bronze had come of the last one.
For right now, though, there could be no care or concern for anything but what happened between them. How could things be otherwise? Even if Jorindath had scared them all with her trick, with her determination to throw the males off the scent.
Hopefully she would never pull that one again, causing the hearts of both riders to skip as she had...
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