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Post by Memorie on Feb 18, 2007 20:25:19 GMT -5
Amenth pulled out of a deep dive at the last possible second, causing the end of many bronze pursuers. When she flew back up into the air, she saw Solarith pull out of a drive he had followed Weseaneth into. Weseaneth...Amenth growled. The bronze was trying to catch her now, after he had proved his true colors in allegiance to Ista's queen. Unfortunately, that last twist out of her own dive had torn her belly further open. Amenth howled at the pain; on the ground, Tujal, who had been going full en-pointe in Flight, went down on her knees. The pain was unbelievable. She almost sobbed.
Amenth hovered in the air for a few moments, gathering herself as her bronze courtiers caught up. Her belly burned, and green ichor stained her magnificent golden hide, but char it, she would continue! She roared belligerently, and continued her winding, racing trail.
Soon, however, she slowed. She was dripping far too much dragon's blood, and in too much pain to continue. Her speed decreased and pretty soon, any one of the males would catch her.
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 18, 2007 20:42:48 GMT -5
Solarith almost winced as the queen cried out, however more visibly did G'del wince. It was a horrible sound of pain that the pair wished they could make better. Solarith was glad he had pulled out when he did, for other bronzes were not so lucky. Solarith always knew he was a clever one. . . ( me- XD ) The bronze was still energized from his blooding, and knew that the lovely queen before him was tiring. The moment of truth would be coming soon. He would wait, as a hunter or falcon waits to strike. She was beautiful, but in pain, and she must be caught.
Solarith was a faithful follower, keeping a spot towards the front of the pack, but as he saw Amenth slow, he sped up, using some of his reserves. No doubt other bronzes saw this too, and would be speeding up. But if he could only creep up faster than they did. . . Solarith was urged on by his draconic blood lust, he wanted to win just as much as the next bronze. His wings beat methodically, keeping steady pace again. Perhaps he should call out to her? No. That was G'del's idea. G'del was on the ground. He knew nothing.
G'del was on the ground, enjoying the view and becoming Solarith. He was no longer in total control, but he was not new to flights. The bronzerider was amid the group of the other riders, and didn't seem to notice the ones that were knocked out of the running leave. All he noticed was beautiful Amenth. . . I mean, Tujal. Of course, now he was even thinking like Solarith. Maybe he should call out to her? That idea was snuffed out quickly by the Solarith half of the team. However, G'del would put it on the back burner. The queen was hurt, and what queen didn't like to be flattered and complimented? Maybe it would get them noticed. Amenth was hurt, how could she last much longer?
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Post by hrsegrl on Feb 19, 2007 8:54:14 GMT -5
The Gold had gone for a long dive but unlike the others Roderith knew better than to follow her. He had done that once following a green and knew it was nearly impossible to correct oneself faster than the female. Now though he had the upperhand. Young Amenth was injured and needed to be brought home safely. Roderith could do this. He just needed to gain a little more speed. Those others had no chance whilst he was nearest the Queen.
F'dan moved closer to Tujal not really consious of doing so. He watched the world through Roderith's multifaceted eyes and realized how much pain the young Gold must be in. She was starting to slow. As they got closer the injury was more apparent. She was still bleeding. Amenth needed to be caught as soon as possible. If she continued like this far worse things could happen.
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Post by menta on Feb 19, 2007 16:34:54 GMT -5
Alazrath sped up as she went into her dive, but was still far enough in the middle that he had time to pull up. He caught a glimpse of ichor running from the Gold's stomach, and the way in which she twisted out of the dive. It was time. The great bronze sped through the air and gained on the frontrunner's and their prize. He was soon into the thick of the competition. He was now following the gold twist for twist and dodge for dodge. The bronze noticed Roderith, Weseanath and Solarith following the gorgeous Gold. One of them would catch her soon, and take her back to safe ground where she could be healed. He would make sure it was him. He worked his wings even harder.
On the ground Ki'layr winced slightly at Tujal's face. The pain of a dragon was the pain of its rider. Likewise the passion of a dragon was reflected in their lifemate, as Ki'layr was feeling now. He was, outside of flight a reserved person who rarely engaged in the...sexual activities, often known to Bronzers. Ki'layr eyes widened as Alazrath closed in on the chase. They hadn't one a flight like this in a very long time, but they hadn't lost their touch.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Feb 21, 2007 19:25:43 GMT -5
Too fast! He was going to miss her! Weseaneth half unfurled his wings, slowing his all too rapid descent towards the Queen. The wind caught in the sails and wrenched his shoulder joints backward. The bronze hissed in pain but the sound was swept away with the on rushing wind. He held them half open, ignoring the pain, there would be time for rest and recovery later. His descent slowed by half as Weseaneth neared the quickly tiring Gold. Red whirling eyes spun ever faster in anticipation and he opened his wings fully, pulling out into level flight just above the Queen.
I'slen stood rigid on the ground, torn between the complete symbiosis with his bronze and trying to keep the others a respectable distance from Tujal. Sharding males! Didn't they know she was his! Or rather that he was hers. His grey eyes narrowed stormily as he glanced about at them. Then she collapsed onto the ground. I'slen's eyes went wide and he swore like an Istan sailor; char all rules of etiquette. She was in pain!
NOW WES! The bronze roared an affirmative; a sound of fury, desperation and overwhelming desire. He closed the gap between him and the gold in mere fractions of a second. Bronze wings stretched out to their fullest, making him nearly the size of Amenth herself. He spared a quick glance behind him. The other bronzes dared compete! He dismissed them all with a flick of his forked tail and reached out for Amenth.
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Post by Memorie on Feb 21, 2007 20:57:03 GMT -5
The young gold roared her angry defiance, but it was to no avail. She was caught. She struggled against Weseaneth's grasping claws, but found herself being drawn in tighter and tighter. NO! Amenth yelled. It was not yet time, she thought. Not now, not ev.... She fell silent as she gave into the most basic urges of her kind. Urges that had existed long before her dam, Zharieth, and long before her dam's dam. Even long before the Faranth. Urges that originated with the first gold firelizard that had ever flown in Pern's skies. Amenth didn't think about any of that.
Two thoughts occupied her mind: want of Weseaneth and pain of her body. Suddenly, the adrenaline of mating wore off, and she was stuck with the worst aches imaginable from the slashes and scores on her stomach and the pull of her taut muscles. She gave in completely to the bronze, as much out of defeat as out of pain.
On the ground, Tujal found it hard to rise to her feet, but she did. Thank Faranth... "I'slen..." she asked him, eyebrows knitted. She had decided to make Amenth's first time hers as well, and was extraordinarily glad that Weseaneth had won. Her muscles, which corresponded with her dragon's, ached, and her belly felt lacerated. She went as quickly as possible to I'slen, before the dragon's passion won out. The last focused thought she had was of kissing him in the most passionate manner she knew.
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