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Post by ShadowReine on Oct 26, 2010 15:51:50 GMT -5
It couldn't really be denied at this point. Freyjath's hide was no longer milky. It was as if that soft, pale sheen had been burned away by some inner fire. And inexperienced or not, T'mar was pretty sure he knew exactly what that fire was.
It was time and past time, based off of the knowledge they had of the maturity of green dragons, and he was perhaps a little less surprised than most young riders when his dragon abruptly leapt from her ledge, releasing a bugle louder than any she had ever given.
Or perhaps what had given it away, in truth, was that Freyjath, under normal circumstances, would rather try to hide behind her own wings than inform any adult male dragon that he had 'nice wings'...something she had casually said to one of the browns.
Her call was shrill and high and it echoed across the Weyr. A call that clearly said 'Come and get me'.
No, there was nothing 'shy' or 'coy' about Freyjath *now*.
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Post by Missa on Oct 30, 2010 9:13:41 GMT -5
There we go, that's more like it.
Truth's musing tones caught F'ynch's attention, right as he was shoving a piece of meat into Snappy's jaws, attempting to get his fingers clear before the brown snapped on those as well as any meat he might be able to get.
Forgive me when I say... Huh? He had no idea what Truth was talking about, but he was aware of the faint stirrings of lust in the back of his mind. Well used to the sensations by now, that didn't mean F'ynch welcomed them. Flights were fine, it was he after-conversation that he was beginning to dread.
That being thought, he wouldn't hold Truth back, not when the blue was so desperate to win the attention of the females and prove to someone that he was just as good. There was an unnatural sense of confidence this time, and F'ynch wondered at it.
I am small and fast, not large and bulky. I can impress her I think. Maybe. Either way, I can move faster than most others. Because I am small. F'ynch didn't need to point out that it also meant that he wasn't as physically strong,and pulled muscles and wing strains were as common as breathing the day after the flight. Truth knew that but he was still determined.
Lifting his deeper voice to add to hers in an acceptance of the challenge, Truth leapt off after her. Freyjath.
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Post by Sparrow on Nov 9, 2010 19:17:08 GMT -5
This was how Ekirith liked Greens. He leapt from his ledge with a powerful trumpet- he was big and powerful, just what everyone had to have in mind for a mate and he would let them know it. J'ran, on the other hand, nearly ran off the ledge trying to stop the Brown. Who was it?
He could see her down below, small and with a hide that, though now glowing, was just a bit off from the average Green's. Freyjath was easy enough to recognize, and she had a male rider. No. But there was no stopping Ekirith, especially when it had been a while since he had won a Flight.
He would win today. He was big and powerful and could easily outdo the only other male present so far. Perhaps not in agility, but in sheer power, which every female had to have a soft spot for. Freyjath was small- surely she would be particularly impressed. He had this flight in the bag.
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Post by ShadowReine on Nov 21, 2010 13:14:52 GMT -5
Small she was...and this was her first flight. It was clear almost from the start that this would be short. Maiden flights, after all, tended to be even shorter than normal and Freyjath was one of the Weyr's smaller greens.
For right now, she twisted in the air, caught a current, rose upwards. Letting the sheer joy of flight flow through and around her. Delicate milk-green wings were almost translucent, the sun shining through them, adding to the natural brilliance of her heat.
She might only be a green, but she was a very *pretty* green. For right now, her suitors were almost dismissed. Oh, she was entirely aware of them, but she was far from ready to make a decision. She doubled back, turning like a hairpin road to rise even higher, flying tauntingly above them. Out of their reach, of course.
She would choose, but first, she was going to have some *fun*.
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Post by Missa on Nov 25, 2010 21:45:18 GMT -5
Truth enjoyed watching green's fly. Like blues, they took such... Enjoyment in the skies, and what they could do. The sunlight brushed against his back and Truth reveled in the warmth provided even as he followed Freyjath's movements mostly with his eyes. When she began to move, he'd start to follow and show her what a blue could do.
When she caught the draft that would carry her higher with only a little bit of effort, he followed, letting his wings catch the air and adding in a tight spin to impress her. Whether she was ready to choose now or in a while, he thought she deserved to be shown that he was willing to do anything to win her approval. After all, Truth was a very able flier most of the time, he just didn't have the most ... usual ... tastes in whom he decided to chase.
Softly, the blue crooned to the green, assuring her that he thought she was stunningly beautiful in her flight. The way the light caught the membranes of her wings, and the way her body shifted in the wind... It was all almost as beautiful as her happiness in the skies.
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Post by Sparrow on Nov 29, 2010 17:00:22 GMT -5
Freyjath was a gorgeous Green, and in Ekirith's current mindset, seemed even to outshine the Violets of past flights. Here she was pulling repeated turns though, and he, a nearly Bronze-sized Brown, was at a disadvantage. He managed to catch the current and rose slowly on it, keeping a careful eye on that tail. Freyjath could be off like a shot any second, and he couldn't waste time.
Then, as expected, off she went. In the opposite direction. Ekirith powered upwards instead, then flipped over and let gravity speed him back to his place before snapping his wings open again. He could make up for his slower turns, and when it counted, he wouldn't have to rely on gravity to speed him up.
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Post by ShadowReine on Nov 29, 2010 19:08:16 GMT -5
And then she shot upwards like a rocket, trying to get some height on the males.
They were both well worthy, but making a choice between them...oh, that would be both easy and hard, and as yet the fire within her still burned. It would be quenched soon enough, but in the interim?
In the interim she would lead them to Rukbat itself. Of course, being a green, Freyjath's wings were already starting to burn.
This would be a short flight, like a shooting star across the skies, and the only question was which of the two suitors would claim the burning prize.
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Post by Missa on Dec 15, 2010 20:31:44 GMT -5
[I'm SO sorry this took so long!]
She was like a shooting star or some such, she was bright and beautiful and vibrant in her first flight and Truth was transfixed. As was the nature of flights he would follow her until he could no more, and until his wings burned far more than they currently did. It wasn't a chore to chase a green, no more than flying Thread was a chore, it was something that he lived for, enjoyed more than anything else in his life.
She shot upwards, and Truth crooned quietly as he angled his body to follow her. Flying like this was what he was good at, small fast greens were the ones that were most fun to chase, and Truth loved each an every flight. He'd met Freyjath before this too, so his interest in her was probably more than usual.
That wasn't to say that he wouldn't chase another should he win, Truth's fascination with all greens tended to mean that he wasn't a dragon that wanted a steady mate. But at this moment she was the focus of all his attentions.
[And I'm sorry it's so short.]
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 16, 2010 17:01:13 GMT -5
Height was less of a problem for Ekirith than it would be for the others. He powered forwards, starting out more to the side, where Freyjath could get a better look at that handsome, muscular body he sported, but she wouldn't be flying much longer.
As they headed towards Rukbat he swept closer to Freyjath, pulling up within her shadow. Here he could see her, glowing with her heat and edged by the sun. She was so vibrant and beautiful, and he ached with the desire to snag her from the skies rather than from any exertion.
Ekirith would be no steadier a mate than Truth, but for the moment, his violet eyes were on her alone.
((Truth makes Ekirith sound so uncouth. xD))
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Post by ShadowReine on Dec 16, 2010 19:00:59 GMT -5
Steady mate? Queens sought steady mates. Greens, for the most part, simply sought something to quench that fire that burned. It burned hot and it burned brief. Already tiring, Freyjath was falling back, or rather her suitors were, far too easily, catching up with her brilliant form. That fire needed to be quenched, and either male could do it. But which one? Which one indeed, and the green almost seemed to hesitate in the air, her wings shifting their angle. In that moment, one inclined to attempt a force catch might have had a slight window...but it was clear, in any case, that this was almost over. Almost. OOC: One more round, guys. Feel free to pose trying to catch the lady  |
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 26, 2010 16:04:18 GMT -5
Ekirith had this. Freyjath was slowing down, nearly done. Truth was far from reknowned for his endurance and wouldn't be in a much better boat than the female he was pursuing. Ekirith hardly paid the competing Blue a thought; his were eyes entirely on the faltering emerald gem ahead of him. He was just waiting for the right moment to win this, and it couldn't be far off.
There was that hesitation he had been watching for, a bit of a shift in her wings as Freyjath considered who should win.
Him, of course. Ekirith was the obvious choice.
To help her realize that conclusion, he swept in, all set to catch and twine with her. He wouldn't entirely force the catch, but he would be right there. Any tired, young Green would welcome the chance to fall into the arms of a ready suitor. He was just that... and was doing his best to not leave little Truth any room anyway.
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Post by Missa on Jan 7, 2011 1:35:07 GMT -5
As much as Truth would have liked to deny that he was tiring, the simple facts were that he was no bigger than Freyjath and his wings were burning with tiredness, but if there was one thing that Truth was, that was stubborn. He wasn't going to give in until the flight was over, and the green had made her pick. But he was simply too tired to attempt to impress her further with tricks and he had to hope that he'd already impressed her enough.
There was a slight hesitation. And Truth swept forward, hissing softly at Erikith when the brown got in his way. He might never have forced a catch, but having a big lump of brown in his way didn't help when she was tired.
But if she preferred one that wasn't just a vulture waiting for her to tire, then he was right there, and would wait for her to choose either way. Instead of hovering around like... Well, Erikith. So he crooned quietly, hoping that she would make a choice either way.
[sorry sorry *brick'd*]
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Post by ShadowReine on Jan 7, 2011 21:55:06 GMT -5
OOC: Ended up deciding randomly.
Freyjath was ready to choose. Snag was...she had pushed herself just a little bit too far. She didn't have any more energy.
Any at all. As she began to fall, her wings barely able to support her, she had no choice but to reach out to the male which was closer to her, who had the best chance of catching her and supporting them both. Freyjath pretty much literally *fell* into Erikith, twining with him, twisting around him.
Oh yes. This would do.
But where was J'ran? Where was HIS mate? T'mar's eyes flicked around the weyr, unsure whether the brownrider was even there. He might have preferred F'ynch, but his dragon's choice overlaid all of his vision.
Unless, of course, he was unable to *find* J'ran.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 7, 2011 22:23:33 GMT -5
OOC: Ekirith is far too good with the ladies. (Or throwing the dice. *brick'd*)
There she was, just as he predicted. That would show that Blue, hissing below him. No Green wanted someone that sounded like a sick tunnelsnake. She wanted a hero, and Ekirith had been right there for her.
He crooned warmly to Freyjath as they twined, utterly pleased with the outcome.
J'ran may not have been, were it not for the dragonlust flooding him that, over the years, he had needed to get used to giving in to, no matter who it meant ending up in bed with. At least Greenriders weren't generally the sort to expect the winners of their dragon's Flight to stick around.
Had he known this was an option, he likely would have left F'ynch to T'mar. But instead he stepped out from where he had been hovering at the edges of the weyr, visible, though not quite as eager as his dragon.
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