Crith's Flight

[Archer]

It's no wonder your hands are sore with all the times you've poked yourself.[/color]

N'rek fixed the green with a glare, ignoring her laughter that rang out inside his head. Taking up the needle once again, he squinted as he brought the two pieces of cloth back together and painstakingly began to stitch the tear in one of his tunics again. A small heap of clothing sat beside him, testament to just how long he'd been sitting out in the spring sunlight and slaving away.

You are like a sun-crazed wherry, you know. You have completely lost your mind![/color]

No, I haven't! It'll cost marks to have these repaired! Besides my stitching can't be that bad, can it?

He held up one of his finished products for Crith to see, holding it above his head as he mentally cursed his short height. Stretching up a bit higher onto his tiptoes, he growled, "You could bend down a little."

It's not that bad, honestly.[/color]

Suspicious, N'rek relaxed, bringing the patched fabric back to his eye level. Cringing, he surveyed the tangle of knots and snarled thread, frowning all the while. "You're not a very good liar, you know." The green snorted her agreement, lowering her head so that she was at eye level with her rider.

You should stop being such a tight-purse and pay to have those fixed.[/color]

"Fine." N'rek sighed, flopping back down beside his pile and jabbing the needle viciously into the fabric. "So I'm never going to be a weaver - that much is certain. But what should we do now?" He leaned back against the green, leaning his head back to look at her. "I'm all for lazing around." He settled back against her, wriggling until he felt comfortable, then closed his eyes and tried to ignore all of the Weyr Bowl's commotion.

But suddenly Crith was bugling loudly, startling N'rek and causing him to turn and stare open-mouthed at her. Tail lashing violently, Crith stared back at her rider briefly before taking flight, eyes whirling a dark shade of violet that was unmistakable in its nature.

N'rek could only assume that she was going to the herdbeast pens first, and scrabbled to his feet hastily, stretching up on his tiptoes to try and keep track of Crith.

Blood your kill only!

He could feel her resistance, but held firm. Crith selected her kill and swept down on it, sharp teeth cutting easily into the lowing herdbeast's neck. She drank greedily, almost to the point that N'rek began to worry that she would gorge herself, but then she was abandoning the dead body and taking flight, bugling as she went.

Desire hit the greenrider roughly, causing him to suck in a breath sharply and hold it briefly before letting it trickle out slowly between his lips. He felt like he was with Crith, soaring through the air even though he was grounded.

Fly well, mine. Don't give up so easily.

[Nick]

C'it had just finished washing Roluth, and he felt discusting. Probably not the best time for Roluth to simply tell him...Flight Mine! I must go chase Crith!

C'it cursed to himself. A flight and possible....he didn't even want to think about it with himself being this messy, but it had to be. He jumped to Roluth's back and they rushed to the Feeding Grounds.

Luckily, N'rek was there close-by. C'it went over and smiled to him, taking a place near the other man. Really, C'it wasn't into men...but what a dragon wants is what the rider will deal with for a night, that's how C'it thought about it.

He smiled and watched Roluth blood his first kill, not having enough time to blood a second as Crith vaulted into the sky. Roluth sounded his bugle after her and took to the skies as well.

Ahhhh...How good to feel the air on him like this again, Roluth thought. He hadn't really chased many, maybe one or two before Crith...but he loved how the wind felt when he and his rider were closer than ever. Dragon-lust was one of the better things for a dragon to share with his rider, in Roluth's opinion.

Now though, he focused on Crith. He took up a posistion behind her, to the left. He was a good dragon-lenght and a half behind her, but that was just so he could watch how she flew for a little while. He liked to watch how the lust made them fly different. Now, he watched with violet eyes.

[Sparrow]

((NPC... I don't want to make a character of him after though... he's just a random person at the Weyr whose dragon decided to chase... xP))

J'ran and Ekirith had just returned from a sweep when they heard the bugling of a Green and saw her taking off from the herdbeast pens. Ekirith gave an excited trumpet and gave his wings a powerful flap, nearly making it to N'rek's weyr in that one stroke. After dropping off the rider, the Brown turned and headed for the pens to blood a few kills before rising to chase Crith. He might have just had a bit of a workout flying sweep, but that didn't mean he couldn't win!

J'ran nodded to C'it, the man's Blue would be a bit of competition maybe, and then took a place on the other side of N'rek.

Ekirith fell silent as he approached the herdbeast pens, not wanting to frighten the beasts more than they probably already had. He was maybe a bit late, he saw the recently abandoned body of a beast nearby... had that been Crith's? She only took one? Roluth was not in the pens with the Brown long either. Ekirith wasn't stupid though, he quickly felled and bled one large beast, then a second, before taking to the chase also. He wouldn't lose the chase just because he was trying to keep pace with the Green, he would need his energy.

Ekirith gave Roluth a passing glance as he joined the two dragons in the air, then quickly focused on Crith with eyes already a glistening violet hue. He crooned softly to Crith, he was here now, yes. The Brown didn't pull up too close to the Green, although he flew nearer to her than Roluth and a bit more to the side. This was the start of the chase, he needed to keep a good eye on the Green while she still had a lot of energy to try and outsmart her followers with.

[kandykat]

R'lyr was sitting on his weyrledge, moping. He could sense the bright sunlight, but couldn't see anything else. He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to block out the sunlight. It hurt. And the weyrbowl was so loud! Since losing his sight, his hearing had intensified, and the commotion of the weyrbowl was almost unbearable when he was trying to relax. He reached out for Easath, seeking comfort, but the Blue was curiously absent.

He let out a yelp as a bugle echoed through the Weyr, almost falling backwards in surprise. He put his hands over his ears, but he could still hear answering bugles. Oh, Easath, come and get me out of here, he beseeched his dragon, not wanting to deal with a Flight right now.

No, mine. I will chase,[/color] The Blue answered softly before sounding his own bugle and lifting into the air. R'lyr gasped, staggering to his feet and stretching out a hand, as if he could catch the dragon and pull him back. "Easath, no!"

Dealing with secondhand Flightlust was bad enough. His dragon participating was downright awful. And if Easath won...he shuddered. What rider would want a blind man as their Flight partner? Especially one that was all scarred up? He pictured the Greenrider's disgust when he woke up next to a damaged body after the Flight.

Well...Easath wouldn't win. The end.

He heard a tiny pop as Kestrel appeared beside him, chirping and tugging at his shirt. R'lyr groaned. "So you're in cahoots?" He knew it was useless to try and stop his dragon, and being away from the Greenrider during the Flight would be needless torture, so he let the little bronze tug him along to the Greenrider's weyr. Who is he, anyway?

N'rek.
Oh. R'lyr didn't know the man well, but he seemed arrogant on the few occasions that he had run across him. He would probably be horrified to find out that the blind invalid was involved in his Green's rising. Who wouldn't be? He sighed and trudged his way towards the Greenrider's weyr, feeling along the walls. He should have brought his cane, but he had forgotten in the chaos of the Flight. Finally he made it. He stood at the entrance, deciding not to go in until Flight lust forced him to.

Easath hovered as Crith blooded her kill, then launched himself after her when she took off. He eyed the other males speculatively. Roluth was a good flyer, but young. Ekirith he didn't know well, but as a Brown, he would be less agile than the Blues. Deciding not to worry too much about them yet, he turned purple-tinged eyes to Crith. She was beautiful! Truly worthy of his chase.

He beat his wings steadily, staying even with the other males, determined not to let one of them get a lead this early in the Flight. He would have the lovely Crith for his own, and give his rider a treat in the process.

Give in, mine. Enjoy this.

[Archer]

Crith turned her head slightly to survey her suitors, keeping one eye on the sky ahead. She didn't want to disgrace her rider by allowing herself to be caught quickly or easily and N'rek wouldn't want it either. One was Roluth, her clutchmate from her weyrling days. The other was a large brown that she didn't know, but he looked strong. Crith was well aware that browns weren't as agile as the smaller dragons and figured it would be worth her while to make things as difficult for him as possible. Another blue came up quickly, keeping pace with the other two dragons, and he was yet another one she did not recognize.

Crith increased her speed slightly, keeping her body in a straight line before throwing herself into a quick turn on her left wingtip, angling her body so that she shot to the ground like a flash, then pulling up out of the dive and banking an easy turn.

Let them try that!

N'rek was counting the dragons as they sped after his Crith, first Roluth, then the brown, and finally another blue that seemed vaguely familiar. Letting his gaze drop from the sky, he cast a glance at the riders assembled beside him, counting only two. Where was the third?

N'rek looked over his shoulder and stopped. Bluerider R'lyr stood there, looking clearly apprehensive. Smiling at him even though N'rek was certain he couldn't see it, the greenrider went to him and wrapped a hand around his wrist as if it was an everyday occurrence. "I'm N'rek. Come with me." The greenrider proceeded to tug him forward, putting R'lyr between C'it and himself in the line. "Bluerider C'it is to your left now and I'm to your right." Realizing that he still held the other rider's wrist, N'rek dropped it abruptly with a muttered, "Sorry."

[Sparrow]

Ekirith almost grinned as the Green took a sharp turn; she was probably trying to test him. Browns weren't usually as agile as Blues and Greens, and Ekirith waas a large one. But he would show her. Perhaps Ekirith couldn't do the trick quite the same, but neither could a Blue. So, as he approached the spot where Crith had turned, he dipped a wing and did the same.

Ekirith's tail whipped to keep him balanced through the sharp turn. It wasn't as neat as Crith's had been and probably wouldn't be as sharp as the Blue's either, but it was good for a Brown. He nearly overdid ti though and as he straightened into the dive felt a slight but sharp jerk in his left wing-joint.

No matter. Ekirith folded both wings now and dove, following Crith downwards. Only a couple runnerbeast-lengths above the ground, he backwinged quickly and used the air caught from that to twist upwards again.

Up, up again, and he pulled even with Crith's altitude and following her through another turn before returning to his original spot near her side and a little behind her. Would she like his display? Ekirith hadn't done anything beyond what Crith had; he didn't want to waste his energy or try and upstage the Green in her Flight.

J'ran glanced at the blind rider and sighed softly. He would hate to be unable to see- how could one fly Thread when they couldn't warn their dragon of it approaching? And what would it be like to not be able to see in the first place? His questions went unsaid and unanswered in anyway as Ekirith's lust grew a little more powerful after his trick, distracting J'ran as he tried to force it down. There was no reason to lose himself in it quite yet.

[Nick]

He was feeling the lust becoming stronger. He watched Crith closely now, never taking His violet eyes from her.

Suddenly she began to fly faster, turn, adn then plummet down to the earth. She easily pulled out of the dive, making Him purr. He felt himself shoot toward the ground then.

Instead of just diving though, He began to spin. He did His spinning until He came dangerously close to the ground, but He was a small Blue...He pulled out of the spinning dive almost effortlessly.

As He regained His previous altitude with a few wing-strokes, he crooned to Crith. She was shining beautifully.

C'it reeled a little, still...he could compose himself no matter how nasty he looked. He smiled over tantalizingly at N'rek, perhaps trying to help Roluth out...or maybe the dragon-lust was affecting him more than he thought.

He looked over the other riders as well, R'lyr...he was blind, sad to think of how he had heard that had happened...but that was pushed from his mind by the Flight.

[kandykat]

R'lyr heard footsteps, and then a hand closed over his wrist. He flinched at the touch, both surprised and excited by the closeness of the Greenrider. He willingly let himself be led along, his resistance vanishing under N'rek's encouragement combined with his dragon's Flightlust. As he stood with the other riders, his mind wavered between his grounded reality and the emotions of his dragon.

Give in, mine...

He closed his eyes uselessly and allowed himself to be taken up into his dragon's mind. He felt like he was up in the sky, chasing after the beautiful Green, instead of stuck here on the ground. And he could...see. Flashes of draconic vision that seemed more real at that moment than whatever was around him in the weyr. He gasped, shocked and pleased by the experience, and let the Flight completely carry him away.

Easath felt his rider give in, and after that, he thought no more of R'lyr. All that mattered now was Crith. He sped up as she did, keeping pace with her exactly. Copying her move, he turned sharply on a wingtip, maneuvering with a Blue's natural agility. Then, she seemed to disappear from the sky, and he saw that she had dove.

Determined to follow her no matter what she did, he tucked in his wings and dropped down. He didn't go as far as she did, though, pulling up at a higher level than she did before turning again and rising. She actually passed him on her way up, but she was way too fast to take advantage of that. The shorter dive had taken a good deal of control, but he hoped to spend less energy with a shallower climb.

[Archer]

Crith ignored the crooning, her sense of pride kicking in as she carefully stitched together her next maneuver. They were supposed to adore and try to sway her, but the green was picky and stubborn. She knew she wanted the best dragon to win, regardless of size or rank. Color wasn't an issue to her, only that her chosen Flight partner could keep up with her, which could prove to be a challenge to the brown.

Crith dropped lower, taking a slow turn and bringing herself even with the unnamed blue, raking a wingtip lightly across the blue's flank as she flew past, leading the pack in a random path, feinting one way then going the other, careful to not be too predictable in her choices.

With each zigzag Crith brought the chase closer and closer to the ground until they were only a mere four dragon lengths about the ground, then began a steep upward climb, slowing her momentum to reserve energy.

[Sparrow]

Perhaps it was a good thing that Ekirith's reactions were not quite as quick as a Blues, for when Crith performed a quick feint his reactions hadn't totally kicked in until she was headed in the opposite direction it looked like she had started in. He gave his wings a powerful flap and took off after her. He had ignored how the Green made contact with the Blue- it was only flirting, which was more or less sort of meaningless.

Zig-zags were hard for Ekirith to follow- he had managed the first one well enough but as the Green continued to jerk different directions had a bit more trouble following. Finally he just took the trick into his own paws, taking the zig-zags not quite as sharply but instead making them larger, more graceful and looping. It took a bit longer to perform each one than it took Crith to zig-zag, but he could fly fast and didn't fall behind.

As he followed her, Ekirith was surprised to find the Green was guiding her followers lower and lower. How close to the ground could they go? Apparently not too close, as when they were still a several lengths above it, Crith began to rise again. Ekirith performed a quick roll and then shot after her-

And backwinged quickly as it appeared she was slowing despite her steep climb and he had nearly pushed himself past her. All these mistakes, it would not be good in the beautiful Crith's eyes! He slowed, dropping behind her with an apologetic croon. Ekirith would have to be careful- apparently Crith was full of surprises for him.

J'ran sighed softly, so far it didn't seem that Ekirith would have much a chance in the Flight. Everything Crith had done so far, it felt, was a test of the agility the Brown wasn't quite as high in as the Blues and Green. He was doing his best and J'ran could feel the strain as Ekirith struggled to make himself seem the better choice. Some Greens it seemed obvious would prefer a Brown; they were larger and stronger, but apparently not this one.

[Nick]

He was in one of his moments. This was the kind of stuff that the small Blue loved to do.

Zig-zagging through the air, slowly coming up on the ground. Now this was a Flight that He was enjoying! He sped up a little to close the distance between Himself and the Green Crith. He was only a half a dragon-length behind Her now!

He followed closely, brushing her mind with sweet thoughts. As she began to pull up though, He did not slow down more than Crith did. He instead flew to her side. He would climb to the sky with her, that He would though He never let His head pass hers...that would be like getting in front of her! He wanted her constantly in His vision.

C'it reeled, he couldn't stop t any longer. No matter what he smelled like, looked like, or who rode this dragon...he wanted them. He watched the sky and occasionally N'rek with lust-glazed eyes.

[kandykat]

Easath tensed as Crith drew up alongside him, his eyes whirling an even more intense shade of violet when she neared him. For a moment, he dared to think that she was going to end the Flight early, but she only drew her wing across his flank before flittering off again. Suffice to say that the Blue was officially tantalized.

He hovered for a moment, almost dazed by the brief touch, and then he shook himself back to his senses and sped after Crith once more. She was clearly determined to lead them on a challenging chase, and he was ready to follow wherever she went. He tried to predict her next move, but that was impossible. She kept pulling out new tricks.

Zigzagging was easier for him than it was for the Brown, but he had a harder time of it than the smaller Roluth did. Easath was on the larger side for a Blue and Crith was testing his limits of agility, but he still managed to keep up well enough. As Ekirith took a spot behind Crith and Roluth took a spot beside her, Easath flew to her other side. He didn't want to place himself too far behind. He beat his wings with steady beats, using endurance instead of speed this time to climb into the sky.

As R'lyr's surprise at how much he was actually enjoying the Flight subsided, it was replaced with lust. Even though he couldn't see, his gaze was directed at N'rek in a manner that he would have found completely impolite in any other situation. He shivered as Crith touched Easath, the longing for a reoccurrence mounting until it was overwhelming. N'rek-Crith occupied every thought. Nothing else mattered.

[Archer]

Crith was tiring, muscles aching from the strenuous activity she'd been putting her males through, and she was certain that if she was tiring that the males were tiring as well. She didn't want to push herself so far that she wouldn't have any chance of choosing her partner - there had been flights where a male had forced himself on the risen female and she was determined not to be one of them. If not for herself, then for N'rek; she didn't think he could handle anything as damaging as being raped due to a Flight.

Dropping down slightly beneath her suitors, Crith gave herself enough room to maneuver, performing a neat roll that brought her onto her back and crooning to her chosen affectionately. She had only met the blue once before and in passing, but the name came back to her after much thought. Easath, come fly with me! Twining her tail with his, she hummed contentedly, happy to have selected the best dragon of the flight.

N'rek couldn't see the dragons, but he heard Crith's exclamation and took in a sharp, audible gasp as another wave of desire hit him. His hand groped for R'lyr's blindly, gripping it tightly when he found it. "R'lyr." Wrapping his other arm loosely about the bluerider's waist, N'rek's other hand went to the other rider's neck, pulling R'lyr's head down so he could hungrily press their lips together.