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Post by hrsegrl on Oct 26, 2006 13:48:33 GMT -5
The morning had gone terrible, Sharieth woke irritable and angry. Ruet even found herself snapping at people, though it was usually a rare occurrence. In the end the Headwoman had asked her to please leave the lower caverns alone, that she had sent one too many drudges off in a frenzied mood. Rue finding she was on uncommon territory with her change in mood groaned at the possibilities. By mid afternoon the Gold was hungrier than she could ever recall. Her rider nearly doubled over from pangs of hunger. “Let us go then my love.” She spoke, Sharieth was ready to agree to just about anything to get some food. Rue knew that the day for her was about to get worse. Controlling a Queen dragon was a hard task. The Gold dropped her rider off before flying over to a herd of plump beasts. The next thing to enter the Gold’s mind was her rider’s voice. Blood only. Why should she? She was Sharieth, Golden, marvelous and free to do whatever she wanted! If you want your Bronze friends to catch you then fine. Do what you will. They are rather pathetic next to me. She looked about her to make sure no one was too close. Snapping at some poor blue who had been at the Feeding grounds at the wrong time. Poor guy.
If Ruet had not had enough trouble with Zhariath being ill now her dragon had to go and be more contrary than ever. None of her other pre flights had been so rough on her rider. In fact the Queen was uncommonly hostile and angry. Rue hoped the dragon would realize they were in this together and she needn’t be rude to her own rider. It was her fault for not giving Sharieth enough attention because of worrying over her twin and the new eggs. She was now just as concerned for Sharieth, this wasn’t normal behavior or maybe she was finally becoming a more dominating character, as Queens should be. Ruet hoped this was just pre flight aggression and that it would be over as soon as the flight was. Either way this was going to be a lot harder than any of her other flights.
The Queen blooded her first beast without a moment to loose. She lifted her head triumphantly, blood dripping from her gold muzzle. When she moved on to her next beast she again challenged her rider. Ruet won her over again. The Queen blooded a third and final beast before sending out a challenge to her Bronze suitors. Definitely not going to be an easy flight, Ruet thought to herself. Not for her or the Gold’s approaching Bronze followers.
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Post by menta on Oct 26, 2006 17:56:21 GMT -5
Alazrath stirred from a midafternoon nap at the urgent summons of a Queen. A flight! He let out a rumbling roar in answer and then alerted his rider. Mine, Sharieth bloods, soon to rise! Ki'lair who was currently huddled over his desk with hides and ink-stained fingers stood up abruptly. He rolled down his cuffs and rebuttoned his vest...just because it was aflight didn't mean oen had a right to loo kles than presntable, and without a word cimbed onto Alazrath's back. This process had becoem almost robotic by now, going down for flights, at least to rider if not dragon.
It wasn't until later that the real passion of the event came upon them. Chasing in flight was more of a duty than anything else, but Ki'lair had to admit he always liked a small vacation from hismelf.
They were quickly at the feedign grounds, the Bronze dropping off his rider before blooding. Ki'lair walked over in long strides to the Goldrider, standign a respectful few meters away. He didn't liek those men who crowded the Weyrwoman when they had yet to earn the right. The large Bronze roared and trumpeted again as he took his first beast, and his next, and his third, hunger wild but temporarily sated. Alazrath turned whirlign eyes to face the Queen now, hungry eyes, and waited for her signal to begin the flight!
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Post by brimstone81 on Oct 26, 2006 20:18:25 GMT -5
G'del was browsing through some old skins on his bookshelf, his face serious and stern, reviewing wing movments and altering some to adapt them to a smaller Weyr. He got up slowly, still looking over the skin in his hand and slowly walked to the shelves, concentrating. He leaned on the shelves with on forearm. "hmm," said, and placed it down with the other records. Mostly they were copies he had from both Fort and Southern. This Weyr needed more dragons. He rubbed his nose bridge between the eyes with his spare hand, his left one. It was as if that small movment aliviated his stress. He sighed.
Mine, she bloods, Solarith said, standing up on his ledge, eager to go to the gold. He crooned out, wanting to leave with out explination. His hide glistened in the sun, and his muscles rippled, tense and ready.
Who? G'del asked, now laying flat on his bed, and as if it didn't register. His eyes, that were closed, now snapped open. She bloods . . . Then it was no green that flew. It was a gold! Amenth or Sharieth. He hoped for the latter secretly. And when his hopes were answered, he jumped up. Sharieth And by the time the bronze finished the name, G'del rushed over to the big bronze's side, and lept on. "Well, c'mon, let's go old boy!"
The bronze flew down to the beasts, let his rider off and blooded a few kills himself, now ready for any challenge the queen might throw at him. He arched his neck majestically, and then unfurled his strong bronze wings, bowing slightly to be ready to push off in a hurry. G'del took his place near Ki'lair and Ruet, his eyes kind, he nodded to her as a greeting. He was looking foreward for this, it was more than just duty. It would be a great priviledge to win. A great one indeed. He was already starting to feel the affects with every beast Solarith had bloodied. Solarith bugled loudly answering Sharieth's challenge.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 11, 2006 8:08:09 GMT -5
The Queen was not going to waste much time, however, two Bronzes no matter how great they were, would not suit the Gold. She sounded her challenge again, this time preparing herself to take to the air. Ruet stood near the two men that had already arrived, K'ilair she knew only a little however G'del she had spoken with and generally liked.
She always did this before the flight, assessing the men and their Bronzes. Rue found it calmed her nerves a bit to know who they were up against. Not that it mattered what she really thought but she really hoped F'sen did not win her again this time. The man was not a bad person just not the right one for her. Thinking of him seemed to conjure him and before she could say a word he had come over to where she stood with the other men. His smile was as always overconfident.
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Wasanth joined the other Bronzes as quickly as he could, blooding two beasts for himself quickly. The Queen before him was always a pleasure to fly and he would not miss her flight for anything. He sent out a greeting to the Gold who ignored him. Wasanth glared at the other Bronzes, as if they had any right to fly his Queen.
F'sen boldly walked to where Ruet stood, thinking only of her all the while. He could not help but smile at her. He moved closer than the others of course to whisper in her ear, "Alright?" he asked in question for she truly didn't look herself. At her nod he shrugged and moved away, knowing how the other Bronzers would react if he tried to touch her before the flight.
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Post by brimstone81 on Nov 12, 2006 19:46:49 GMT -5
Solarith wanted to ignore Wasanth, but knew it would not be wise to ignore any of his competition. He had seen it happen before when one bronze lost track of a close competitor and lost. He did not want to be that bronze. Solarith was young, he thought himself handsome, and he was just as strong and large as the other bronzes, yet he would like to think himself better and bigger. The bronze answered her again, as if she called for a recount. He wanted to make sure the other bronzes heard the strength of his deep bugle.
G'del watched F'sen, and then his bronze. This must be Ruet's weyrmate and his dragon. He's lips pursed tightly into a line. If her weyrmate made it here, he might be the toughest one to beat, because with his experience, many queens played favorites and were repeatedly won by the same bronze. Well not this flight, G'del didn't like the overconfidence oozing from this man. It was pure arrogance, once more hinting the man's sureness of winning, and it might prove that he and Ruet had a odd-tipping relationship that might cost Ki'lair and G'del the flight. Perhaps in another situation G'del and F'sen might get along. But not in a flight. Every one, sometimes even a blood thirsty queen, was an enemy.
He watched with a flare of jealousy as F'sen got closer to Ruet, and relaxed when the man backed away. He wasn't a dumb man, nor was his dragon if F'sen and Wasanth won Sharieth before. G'del tried to think of how many other adult bronzes there was in the Weyr. . .
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Post by menta on Nov 12, 2006 20:04:11 GMT -5
Ki'lair started slightly as F'sen joined them. He glared at the man as he arpproached the Queenrider. From the moment Sharieth had trumpeted she was no longer anyone's. The blood of flight was now coursing through his veins, filling him with jeaslousy and the beginings of desire and need for the Weyrwoman. It was only in its first stages and it ususally took him logner than most men to fall into the trance of bloodlust, but he revelled at the primal feelings. It felt goo to just feel anything occasionally...alhough he coudldn't help but picture someoen else in Ruet's stead.
Alazrath prepared himself for the flight, bracing his powerful bronze legss against the grounds. He would get a fast start into the air for those who strugggled and wasted energy to simply catch up in the begining never did well. They waited eagerly for the Queen to take off.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 22, 2006 16:59:27 GMT -5
K'leren and Nemenath touched down lightly, and K'leren jumped off as Nemenath went to blood kills. K'leren had taken to talking tot he junior weyrwoman lately, and he planned to woo her and steal her away from F'sen. She deserved better than the boisterous man, and though K'leren wasn't prone to arrogance, he saw himself as the better man of the two. He strode confidently up near the goldrider and the other bronzeriders. He merely nodded to F'sen, G'del, and Ki'lair, but he greeted Ruet verbally. "I wish you good Flight, milady," he said, smiling at her. She was sweet.
His mind, so quick with quiet thoughts, began to write sweet sonnets about the woman. Sweet as a desert Igen rose, though infinitely more beautiful. His heart and blood quickened at these thoughts, and at the event in general. It was a good time.
Nemenath blooded two kills, and stopped. He couldn't let himself be weighed down witht he liquid of beasts if he was going to win this Flight. And he would; it was his duty to his rider.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 28, 2006 19:55:52 GMT -5
Ruet nodded to K'leren but anyone could see she was not herself. she was joining with her dragon's mind already, too far gone to really reply. Her body quivered as Sharieth made a loud bellow. Seeing that the number of Bronzes was now suitable to the Golden Queen, she lofted into the air with agility she rarely showed. Sharieth/Ruet looked forward, flying fast and strong, to freedom. Freedom from the sharding Bronzes who sought to own her. They could not catch her, she was swifter, stronger and smarter. Not to mention infinately more wise.
She didn't turn her head to see who followed, she could feel them. The Bronzes were taking to the skies too no doubt. Ruet knew now that the Queen was in good health for she didn't recall the other flights being so powerful. She had been younger, true, but this felt odd to her. She longed for advice from Lyrai right now. The Weyrwoman was on the sands with her Queen watching over the expected clutch.
Sharieth made a small dive to catch a thermal, bringing her wing close to one of her followers. The thermal took her away quickly. Ruet shivered again. The Queen was certainly expressing her power and prowess. The Bronzes were in for a suprise, considering Sharieth was known to be the calmer, more gentle tempered of the Queens.
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Wasanth took off after his Queen, for so she was until the flight finished and even after perhaps. She was stronger this time, no cheap tricks would win her. When had she ever really fallen for those? He knew her, he could win her. These others knew nothing of her.
F'sen joined his dragon in the air, the Queen had a headstart and instead of gaining on her now that they were in the air, she seemed to be building speed faster than them. Sharieth was a crafty one. He chuckled inwardly, there was no doubt in his mind that this was going to be fun.
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Post by brimstone81 on Nov 28, 2006 23:32:32 GMT -5
G'del grinned, as the queen took off. His adrenaline was rising as comparable to the blood lust in the air. He was becoming his dragon, and the shift was completeing. The bronzerider would make sure to win. He wanted to win. He wanted to beat F'sen. He wanted to beat the others. He wanted to prove himself. He wanted Sharieth... his thoughts had also became melded with Solarith's.
The bronze took off right after the queen. He did not know Sharieth, he had never won her before, but he was going to now. The bronze was sure of himself.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 29, 2006 10:39:48 GMT -5
K'leren-Nemenath launched into the air after the Queen. K'leren kept a tiny amount of control, enough to pull out if something were to go wrong, but he also trusted and relied on his bronze's instincts. His eyes became Nemenath's, and they followed the pale gold hide all across the skies. K'leren was most determined to win the affections of the lady over F'sen, and Nemenath was more than willing to steal the gold's heart from underneath her. They made a formidable team. Sharieth dived for a thermal, and Nemenath reached out to her. When his arms missed, K'leren cursed softly under his breath and Nemenath spread wide his wings to take off after her. She was showing off, this loevly golden thing, and Nemenath could appreciate a good showing of power. He groaned as she seemed to get further beyond his reach. Every second she was away from him was a second longer for another bronze to claim her. And K'leren-Nemenath couldn't have that. The dragon flapped harder and longer as the rider cheered him on. ~~~ The youngest gold of the weyr sputtered and whined when she saw her bronze take off after the mating queen. What is he doing? she asked, her voice petulant and sharp. "Quiet, you. You ought to know better than anyone that a bronze must reply to his Queen's call," Tujal told her. She wasn't any happier than Amenth was, knowing that Weseaneth was the largest dragon of the weyr, and I'slen the best man, but she must allow them to follow Sharieth. And she knew that even if he won, he'd come back to her. "And Weseaneth will come back to you, Amenth. But shh, you're missing the true spectacle that is Flight." They watched quietly, and Tujal schooled her thoughts against sharing with all the dragons of the weyr. Exactly what her mate and his dragon didn't need was to be distracted by the petty botherings of a weyrling goldrider and her Queen.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Nov 29, 2006 15:15:47 GMT -5
The dirt spattered down the sides of the Weyr bowl, cast off by the clenching and unclenching of the bronze's claws. He perched above the rest, watching the Queen below with whirling red eyes. Muscles bunched, rippling under his coppery hide and he watched the female below with a single-minded determination. Weseaneth rumbled and waited, he had flown golds before and knew just how to do it and even if this wasn't the gold he preferred to be rising, his primal urges took little notice of that fact however as he watched Sharieth below. Weseaneth didn't raise his voice in challenge as the other bronzes did, he didn't want her to have any idea where he was.
Suddenly Sharieth was in the air with a host of suitors after her, Weseaneth rummbled and leaped into the sky. Broad wings sent him soaring up wards, up and up and up. He saw her teasing the other males but flew higher, he flew into the path of the sun where he couldn't be seen. Oh he knew Queens, and Sharieth was not young enough to be caught with simple tricks and neither would she be caught by exhausting himself out following her trail. The coppery bronze stayed far above the pack and followed the Queen's flight. He would wait, letting the thermals carry him and conserve his energy until she tired.
Far below, the man with storm grey eyes was nearly blinded by staring up into the sun. He positively burned and reveled in the sensation. Silently he urged Weseaneth on, not that the bronze needed any more encouraging at all. A shiver ran down his spine and a deep regret that it was not Tujal standing before him. Half heartedly he wished that Weseaneth would lose the flight and he could retreat back to his Weyrling's arms.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 30, 2006 17:14:21 GMT -5
Those Bronzes, what did they know? She was giddy with her freedom. Unlike greens she had stamina that matched theirs and perhaps greater than theirs. Only the best of them could catch her. Sharieth was not about to be caught either. Ruet felt her Gold losing some of her speed to fly almost vertical higher into the sky. Her mind sensed her followers. Not a talkative one, she simply continued her flight. Besides talk was distracting.
Rue, on the ground began to tremble slightly. Now that Sharieth was well into this flight, Rue had lost herself to it. Though the Gold was doing some risky things, she had no doubt that Sharieth was simply teasing the Bronzes and could pull out of every situation she got herself into.
Light hide gleaming, reflecting the suns rays Sharieth pulled close to a couple more Bronzes but only to turn suddenly. With agility that larger Queens may have difficulty with she had turned around and flown past the Bronzes... yes she was teasing and tempting them to try. The moment had not yet come, as she knew. Ruet reminded her that the longer flights made for better clutches. The Queen snorted her reply, defiant as flight made her. It was not time. -------------
F'sen/ Wasanth followed the light Gold suprised at the other followers ability to keep up with her. Wasanth, being from Ponaa, was a smaller Bronze and like her, more agile than the very large Bronzes... of which there were few. The Queen's body flew past him suddenly, but there was no time to react. She had suprised him. That was a ballsy trick thought F'sen, Wasanth however chuckled inwardly. She was having her fun. He could only hope the other Bronzes were as phased as they were. She was wearing them down, mentally and physically. So clever... that was probably Ruet's influence, thought Wasanth but stopped distracting himself and focused on following the Gold.
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Post by brimstone81 on Nov 30, 2006 22:19:48 GMT -5
Solarith grunted as she pulled close only to pull away. He would not be put off by such tricks! The bronze was trying to be careful not to strain his wing muscles but he also wanted to stay towards the front of the pack. Boy, the gold looked beautiful. The bronze was not much for words all the time. He had his very clever flattery moments, but right now he was concentrating on winning.
On the ground, G'del chuckled lightly, golds were all such tricksy things. He loved flights, nothing compared to an adrenaline rush. The bronzerider scootched closer to the huddle, and more importantly, closer to Ruet. He was still a few armlengths away from her, but his eyes never left her. Under his breath, he said softly what his dragon was unwilling to voice, "Beautiful. . . Simply radiant."
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Post by Memorie on Nov 30, 2006 22:30:17 GMT -5
The Queen flew up into the sky, but Nemenath knew better than to follow her tricks. She was using the sun as a deterrent, and true, it did blind some of her more ignorant followers. Nemenath crowed at his intelligence. A loud roar suffused the air as he cackled; some of the other bronzes dropped like stones. But there was still competition--Weseaneth, Wasanth, and that new bronze from the other, faraway weyr. But who cared about them? Nemenath was going to win.
K'leren smiled silently at Nemenath's thoughts. He was right, of course, and K'leren wouldn't deny it. He was determined to win.
The bronze's silky, streamlined body quickly flew after the gold after she finished her sly trick. He started to call after her now, tempting her with his sweet, smooth voice. Oh, Gorgeous Gold. Your splendid color graces the skies, and the sun is nothing but a dim glow next to your beauty. He crooned lovingly; he did feel for her, as his rider did for her rider. But it was a matter of time and energy until he caught her.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 30, 2006 23:11:17 GMT -5
Sharieth was glad to see some of the Bronzes were fooled by her. Now she knew she had smarter Bronzes still with her. Only the best could have her. If none were worthy so be it. Her thoughts of freedom outweighed anything the Bronzes following could offer. Ruet felt the Queen's emotions growing more intense. On the ground she could feel the men moving in closer. None would dare touch her till it was time to do so.
The silvery gold Queen soared distancing herself from her followers fairl well so she could figure out who remained. Wasanth, of course he would be there, Solarith, Ruet had met the new transfer though Sharieth had yet to see the Bronze closely, Wesaeneth, Sharieth didn't know him too well but he had helped at Zhariath's clutching though he seemed a bit distant to her now, Nemenath, who she had recently spent some time with. Just as she had thought of him she heard his call. He was one for flattery. The Queen felt she deserved it. At least he knew how to treat her well.
It was obvious that Sharieth was looking them each over in turn. she still had a trick or two up her sleeves but it was obvious to her that the time was about to come where she would have to test them and either choose one to be worthy or not choose at all. The Gold kept her speed up and did a few quick manuevers on her way.
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F'sen and Wasanth watched the Gold growing more and more confident. If they were going to catch her it would have to be soon before she grew too sure of herself and made it nigh impossible. He had seen that she grew stronger as flights progressed and that unlike some other Queens she enjoyed testing them till there were few left. Then she would either choose or be tired enough to be tricked into choosing. He followed silent and as always had his eyes on the prize.
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