Wind Beneath My Wings|[Kiareth's Rising]

[Desert]

Sunlight rippled over the metallic sheen of Kiareth's silvery hide, the normal gloss on her skin intensified until she practically glowed like a tiny, living Timor. Even the darker iron-gray on her head and tail shone as if lacquered and polished.

The usual slowly swirling, contented blues and greens in her eyes changed. The multifaceted gems set in her iron-colored skull wheeled faster and faster, while lust and rising excitement stained her eyes various shades of orange -- the only splash of color on her shiny gray body.

Kiareth's indolent pose, reclining on a rock full in the sun to bask and soak up Rukbat's life-giving rays, flowed smoothly into action. Her movements were graceful and lithe, deliberately sensuous as the silver stretched, arching her glowing frame sinuously as she rose to her feet.

Her dark head thrown back, Kiareth released a throaty warble, inviting any male in the vicinity who cared to pit his skills against her. She leaped into the air, kiting lightly and agilely close to the ground, flitting about like a small bird until a few contenders for the chase had gathered. She let them draw close, shooting a coy glance over her shoulder at the males.

Then she suddenly flared her wings to their fullest extent and rowed at the air, clawing for height in a steep climb. A shriek full of taunting defiance tore from her throat and echoed back to the males now far below as Kiareth darted ahead, her molten-silver skin flashing in the bright midday sun.

The chilly air flowing around her as she climbed cooled the surface of her hide, which felt almost aflame as the heat of desire coursed through her veins. Kiareth reached the zenith of her climb and executed an agile barrel roll, letting sunlight slide over her glossy silver body. Show those males what a prize they were chasing, taunt them, make them work.

Usually, the gentle Kiareth wasn't a one to tease or flirt, but when she was swept up in the tide of hormones and threw herself into the wide, blue sky in a mating Flight, a mischievous streak emerged and flaunted itself. She would spend the better part of every Flight playfully eluding her pursuers, dangling victory before their noses until her energy ran out.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Lek stood with her head craned back, watching the speck of silver against the inverted bowl of the sky. She lost awareness of her feet planted on the ground, the soft pressure of fabric against her skin -- she only saw the rich blue of the open sky in which she friskily cavorted, only felt the faint, intangible pressure of the sun on her skin and the cool caress of the air, only heard the whistling roar of wind rushing past her head and the galloping beat of her heart and the soft whoosh of each wingbeat.

Lek-Kiareth curved her neck around in a graceful arc and crooned invitingly at the males pursuing her. She pumped her wings strongly to keep a respectable distance ahead, her eyes whirling a flirtatious orange as she planned how to take her flock of suitors on a joy ride through the skies.

[elainsie]

M'lon was lying on his back asleep, in the shade of one of the many palms lining the beach, when his blue dragon Okasrith interrupted what had been a rather nice dream.

Silver Kiareth rises and I will chase her.

"Of course you will, you seem to chase after every female dragon that rises in the Weyr, why would this one be any different?" The rider replied though his tone was that of fond indulgence rather than annoyance. M'lon rose up from the sands, brushing the few particles that had been blown onto him by the cool breeze, and then clambered up on to the harper-blue dragon's back.

And while the blue most definitely did not chase after every single dragon that ever rose for a mating flight, the pair would never manage to have a spare moment if such an occurrence happened what with the frequency that greens mated, not to mention all the other colors, Okasrith certainly did give chase to his fair share of females. Not that M'lon minded in the least, he enjoyed a mating flight as much as the next rider, perhaps more so. It certainly gave him a good reason to be lying in bed during the day should Okasrith win, and he did enjoy the mating lust that overcome him. And the sharing of it with whoever the female's rider was.

So it was with anticipation that both dragon and rider flew quickly back to the Weyr, it was such a short journey that a trip between would have been pointless. Okasrith landed smoothly near the silver's rider, easy enough to find as a result of the ever increasing circle of riders jostling around her, and M'lon slid down the blues back landing on the ground midst a small cloud of dust. Brushing his clothes off again, Faranth-forbid he ever look anything but immaculate, M'lon wished his dragon well in the chase as the dragon sprung off from the ground, sending another swirl of dust behind him.

M'lon quickly slipped in between two larger riders, one a brown by the knot he wore, and joined the circle around Lek, giving the woman a once over glance. With a smile he acknowledged that the petite yet attractive woman would indeed be a welcome bed-partner, one he had never had the pleasure of meeting previously. This was his last coherent thought as M'lon, as his mind joined with that of his blue's. The two becoming the one entity, Okasrith-M'lon.

The bright blue dragon launched into the sky, his lithe body almost camouflaged against the brilliant azure of the sky as he rose high achieving the height of the other males starting to give chase. The air up here was much cooler and heavier than that of the warm beach he had just left, however that was of little concern. Okasrith's entire focus was on the silver dragon who had sounded out the call to which he had responded.

Having reached the required altitude he spread his wide wings, using the sails to pick up speed as he closed in on the male dragons who had taken to the sky before he had. Just as he thought he might make the front of the pack, the silver female rolled, and it was all Okasrith could do to avoid the brown dragon on his right slamming into him. With a spurt of speed he shot past the brown, executing the roll a little off balance as a result of his near collision, taking a little while to recover, losing speed and position as a result.

[Onyxaeon]

You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.

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Silver Kiareth has risen, Mine. The mass of saddle brown hide that had been sunning along his weyr ledge seemed to speak, his tone utterly indifferent on the matter at hand as his optics played over the dancing female and her chasers. It was as though he had stated the grass were green, for his words had indicated nothing in the ways of interest in the flight. His rider, seated at his desk and absently working at whittling away some aimless trinket from a hefty stick, looked up faintly, returning the chair legs back to the ground, he had been leaning back while working, and peering out to see the Silver dart by. He was not surprised to see her soon followed after by a Blue male and other young chasers. Though, in that fleeting glimpse of the rushing dragon bodies, he did manage to recognize one mass as Okasrith. A chuckle stumbled from his lips as he reclined back, beltknife working on the wood once more, the shavings falling onto the floor of the weyr." That Blue chases anything with a tail, doesn't he?" It was rhetorical, and Masinanth knew that well enough, but chose to disregard such.

Indeed. I believe I shall join in this time. It's been awhile since a Silver has risen, and you know my taste. Kiareth is no fool, and Hers is decent company as well. Perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised to find this enjoyable. D'nasrin did not outwardly seem to be affected by his Brown rising, though he knew that, honestly, every word that had come from the dragon's mouth was nothing but the sheer truth. He didn't joke, but there was no point to worrying about a truly simple thing as a flight, so the rider did not begin to move until his dragon had roused, rolling his shoulders and extending his wings to stretch them out. With a sigh, D'nasrin gestured for the big brute to go forth, to chase after what beauty he believed he could catch, and Masinanth did not hesitate.

The Brown's wings flared outward as he dove from his weyr, spiraling downward in a corkscrew like fashion before he tilted to one side, barrel rolled, and angled his body up and toward the heavens, his eyes swirling a ruby tint swiftly. His actions were purely out of spite to the elder Blue, a taunting gesture meant to both anger and send and uneasy shudder through his spine. Masinanth was both larger and younger; where did competition exist when those things factored in? He brought himself level with a Crimson suitor, bearing his fangs in a gesture that was not meant to harm, but to warn. When it came to catching a female, especially a Silver, he made it no laughing matter, for he saw it shameful for such an intelligent beauty to have to settle for a dragon whose color was not bred for her own. He was here now, why should she have to demean herself by joining with another?

Without further thought on the matter, his voice turned over into a purr, melting the icy vapors of the air around it in a velvety caress. Kiareth, you do not have to lower yourself to fly with the unworthy in your skies any longer. I come to conquer.

His rider, meanwhile, had gone through the whole process of setting aside his current preoccupation, dragging himself almost reluctantly down the three flights of steps to the Weyrbowl, his eyes scanning over the area with a slight frown touching the corners of his mouth when he located the source of attention on the far side of the feeding pens. His long stride brought him there easily, his body sliding through the crowd effortlessly to bring him alongside M'lon, the rider whose Blue had just been challenged by his own. [/size][/color][/font]

[Desert]

Closer, closer... Kiareth made her wingbeats sluggish, shallow, only displacing enough air to keep her at a steady altitude as she waited for her pursuers to catch up.

The sunlight was a gentle pressure against her skin, rippling and dancing white bands around the curves of her silver frame, showcasing her athletic body in a glowing corona. Kiareth rolled again, reveling in Rukbat's feather-light touch on her skin and the slide of cool air across her skin. With every nerve in her body alive in this moment, the slightest imagining of a touch to her body set her afire with rapture.

Now! Kiareth suddenly broke out of the graceful roll and executed a hasty wingover, flipping upside down for an instant to hastily reverse her direction. She rolled again to right herself and pumped her wings for all she was worth, sending herself shooting toward the clustered males and right over their heads.

She lowered her forepaws to clip some of the males' headknobs, whistling tauntingly as she zipped past them. Ah, it was so fun to play with these silly males! Her pale wings tickled the filmy membranes between some of the males' wings as she skimmed over them, and the wake of air roiled up by her passing made some of the males closest to her falter. They were reduced to scrabbling clumsily to keep themselves stable, falling back in the pack as a result. Kiareth crooned in triumph. She was so much cleverer than them! She was the mistress of these skies!

Masinanth's seductive declaration excited a scornful whistle from her silver maw. Conquer? Hah! A mere brown! It was almost as funny a thought as those silly blues chasing after her. Still, a brown was better than a crimson or a blue, since they were similar in size.

But that mattered nothing right now. Kiareth was far from done playing with her pack, so there was no way she would let him get any closer to her than she intended. And she intended to make these males work to catch her.

[elainsie]

The blue noticed the addition of brown Masinanth, out of the corner of his right eye, and growled. The brown dragon's presence was not welcome, although Okasrith was glad of the chance to prove himself against the self-assured brown. He would show that beast that a blue was easily the rival of any other colour, despite the pecking order of the Weyr. After all he was older and more experienced than the brown, had flown a greater number of flights, his figure more streamlned and limber than that of a stocky borwn. He gave a snort of contempt.

He returned his full focus onto the gleaming body of Kiareth, executing a rather sharp right turn, and then dropping himself below the mass of the pack, before sharply rising up resuming his position in the forefront.

And then he faltered. Okasrith was puzzled as the silver seemed to slow and almost stop mid-air, was she tired already? Surely a dragon such as herself would have greater stamina. With a burst of speed, his quarry only a few dragonlengths ahead, he shot forwards, wings unfurled. Of course that was the moment when she winged backwards against the pack of males. He felt a claw rake his head, so close, unfortunately she was at a higher altitude and speed for even his lithe frame to catch up to. And with the tangle of dragons he was now a part of, there was little chance for performing such a manoeuvre.

Snapping at a crimson who had clawed at his right wing, he twisted himself free of the writhing brown, blue and crimson dragons, righting himself once again in the air. It seemed he was spending more of this flight trying to maintain balance then actually chasing after the silver.

Building momentum, Okasrith climbed up and up the sky, his wings beating furiously, the glistening figure of Kiareth agonisinly far ahead. He started to feel the strain in the right wing, but pushed against the pain. It was nothing he was not accustomed to, although the crimson had not helped matters.

[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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An odd pair for the area, though it seemed as of late this particular pair was in the south a lot lately, watched the Rising Silver and her followers for a moment. Neither were dull to look at, not at all, and it was somewhat hard to decide which was more interesting. Chayth, the Roan from Eden Weyr, was impressive in himself, much larger than the petty Browns that chased this lovely Silver. Standing at a grand forty meters, though were he not missing a length of his tail, he would mark forty-one, and stocky, built for power with not so much as an ounce of fat to be found on him. His hide was a mottled mess of grays and whites, salt-and-pepper looking up close, though standing back he looks to be a dark blue. His neckridges, and tail, were both darker still, looking almost black, and he sported a few new scars upon his back, from a flight in New Cove after a Green. Not that she had been exceptional, but he did enjoy a good Flight, and he seemed to be in luck yet again.

The rider, on the other hand, was a big man, resembling the dragon much in his stature, though his skin was colorful, intricately designed tattoos covering a large part of his body, wrapping around his figure and depicting much of the history of the Weyrs. A mop of messy brown hair fell over his sea-green eyes, obscuring them from veiw and giving him a devilish appearance.

Both looked away from the flight, eyes meeting, and both had wolfish grins on their lips as V'yal sprang to Chayth's neck, urging the dragon off the ground. Barely a off the ground, Chayth vanished to the cold abyss of Between only to apear over the bowl of Talune Weyr. It came naturally to them, to know the land that V'yal had been born and raised in, for by now the man knew nearly every inch of the South, the Weyrs especially. The Raon dropped to the ground, though not landing fully, to let his rider off, V'yal swinging dow to the Roan's forearm and then dropping to a crouch, rolling slightly to absord the shock and rising to his feet in one fluid movement. If asked they would, of course, discourage younger riders from trying such a move, but to save time it was a wonder, for Chayth needed lift off the ground again and loose yet more time. As V'yal made his way tot he crowd of men and a few women surrounding the rider of the Silver, he threaded his way to the center, eyeing those who were the more obvious competitors, and linked his mind to Chayth's.

Chayth-V'yal surged upward, catching a thermal to boost him through the thick air of winter and bring him closer to altitude. His jaws parted in a bugle of challenge, almost laughing at the other maled, comapred to himself. Lovely Silver! You must be insulted by the males who chase you, for I see not one in the crowd behind you worth even a heartbeat of your time! I, Roan Chayth of Eden, am by far better than they, and I shall prove it! His eyes wheeled a deep crimson flecked with orange, lusty hues that seemed at contrast to the cooler hues of his hide. Indeed, none of the males here compared to a Roan, for he was the very epitome of a Brown, larger, better in all ways so far as he was conerned, and the rest were merely Blues, or mutations of such rank.

His great wings thrummed through the air, rowing speedily to pull him not up, not yet at least, but foward mostly, only gaining altitude slowly. Of Chayth-V'yal, it was V'yal who was the brain of their partnership, while Chayth's strong body complied willingly to orders. Speed was at the desired level, pulling well ahead of the rest, though still below, and the silver was within his sights, despite her little tricks.

Oh, she was glorious aright, but all females were as Rubkat shone one their hides when the rose to mate. But this one, the steely shade of her body, only faintly lighter at her paws, and her head, almost iron-hued, was vibrant, alive, and oh so very desired. He gave a second throaty call as he angled himself up in a steep climb, still fresh to the flight, not yet having exerted himself in the efforts to follow the agile Silver through her tricky manuevers.


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Word count: 846
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: Whee! Chayth intruding yet again!!! *should really contain him to the East* >< Methinks the next Weyrwoman for Eden should enforce that rule on this loverly Roan. XP

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[Desert]

The blur of gray-blue added to the pack elicited a trill of delight from Kiareth. An outsider! And a big, rather handsome one at that! She folded her wings promptly and corkscrewed down and to the side, before flaring her wings again. She banked to one side that turned her completely around again, and she zipped along one side of the pack to get a good look at this roan.

She brushed close enough to Chayth to skim her wingtip along the length of his mottled gray hide and flick the tip of her tail playfully against his head. She would have fun with this big fellow! A teasing creel slipped from her maw as Kiareth swerved away from the pack.

She climbed again, trading speed for height as her glowing silver body arched upward into the sky, her shimmering wings rowing at the air to push it behind her and propel herself forward.

At the apex of her climb Kiareth stalled, once more slowing to a hover, looking over her shoulder coyly at the chasing males. She would never get tired of this game.

Once the forerunners were dangerously close, Kiareth folded her wings tight to her sides, the filmy sail making a crisp snapping sound as the closed over her shiny silver flanks. Her body hung suspended in the air for an instant, then began to plummet, diving headlong for the ground far below.

Now it was a game of chicken. How long would those males stay on her tail? Who would pull out of the dive first -- her or them? Would they run the risk of crashing into the trees, just to stay on her tail? Or would they back out too soon, and risk not being able to catch up to her? The choice loomed for her pursuers, as the forested ground was coming up fast, the green trees expanding almost magically in her vision, waiting to catch her and snarl her delicate wings in their branches.

[elainsie]

M'lon-Okasrith was not Impressed with this new addition to the chase. Oh not at all. Why would another Weyr's dragon, have to participate in such a flight? Where the females of his own Weyr not good enough, that he too had to come to Talune and show off his roan-colored hide, after all it was not as if this was a Queen flight and they fought over leadership of the Weyr. Did he think because of his unique appearance compared to the dragons of Talune Weyr that the silver might be swayed? At any other time Okasrith would have felt intimidated, the dragon was much larger than him, his hide a multitude of colors where as Okasrith's was most definitely just the one:blue.

With an angry growl at the usurper, he snapped at the air around him, the normally placid dragon's ire risen. His anger gave him renewed energy, pushed him further on in his pursuit of the lovely, shimmering silver that seemed to always remain in front no matter how quickly he flew, or how sharp his manoeurves were.

Part of the pack, they starting to finally make ground on Kiareth, his wings held fully out, the frigid air surging around his body. This time he would not be fooled. Cutting back on his speed as the other males started to overtake he waited. Kiareth was clever, but Okasrith had flown many flights. Still even as ready as he thought he had been he was caught off guard as the silver female hurtled towards the ground. It seemed like suicide, but he spared no thought for his own hide. Okasrith knew he was nimble in the air, his much smaller blue frame, while not built for endurance, could handle sharper turns at higher velocities than some of the bigger built dragons.

Pulling his wings tight in against his muscular body he dived straight down, determined not to have got this far for nothing.The air attempted to impede his movement but his tightly drawn wings, and streamlined form cut through the air, as plummeted to the ground, not looking as it rushed up towards him but rather at the silver who had led him to perform such a dangerous stunt.

[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

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Ah, so the Silver was indeed pleased to have a roan among her contenders! As her wingtip brushed over his hide he growled low in his throat, a lusty sound filled with yearning and desire. Her tail slapped against his face, and before it was pulled fully away he nipped sensually at it, letting the shimmering hide slide through his teeth as the Silver went on her way. This would be fun, at the very least.

That Blue though... Chayth-V'yal heard the angry growl, and a part of him delighted more in that than anything else. No matter that the Blue was unhappy about the addition of a Roan, for he was larger than the Blue, unlike his last Flight, where a Bone had taken several chunks from his hide. Thankfully there were no bones in Talune, or he may have been forced to have second thoughts.

The silver dropped into a dive, a stunning display he allowed himself to watch for a moment, her hide gleaming, immaculate, the very vision of perfection. For a moment he watched her plumet, watched males tuck their wings to their sides to follow her down. Chayth knew better, he'd one-up them all! His spine arched as he curved to the ground, the air that stormed past him seeming to encourage his concept, and as he fell into a steep dive, his wings reached foward, again and again, speeding him past the males who'd fallen before him, to the head of the pack. The Silver lingered ahead of him, just out of reach, and another powerful stroke of his wings put him at her tail. He was a fool for such an act, but the speed he was gaining, moving, slicing through the air like a knife, would help him.

On old terran there was a saying, for pilots. Low and fast, or high and slow. The ideals for flight. to combine low and slow was dangerous, for if the plane stalled from being too slow, there wasn't enough room to nose it back to correct speeds. A high speed would allow him to fill his wings with air again quickly, pulling him forcefully out of the dive and ballooning him up. Of Chayth-V'yal, it was V'yal who urged the roan to cease his flapping, to now let his wings stay flat along his sides. He was close enough to the Silver now, close enough to flick his tongue over the tip of her tail in fact, which he did, letting the wonderous creature know it was he was was behind her, he who was closest, who would be the one to stay on the tip of her tail, just like this, for so long as she was in the air.

He had more mass than any other dragon in the sky, but he was an Eden dragon, he'd chased Jades through their acrobatics, followed them through whatever maneuver they preformed with the desire to be the one they turned to at the end. He tossed a growl over his shoulder, a warning sound, and the last of his attention that would be wasted on teh rest of the males, for it was the Silver and only the Silver he cared about. What use was a male to him right now anyway?


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Word Count: 608
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: Short, miserable, but I've no muse right now. T-T

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[Onyxaeon]

You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.

|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]


Chayth's joining was met with the fiercest form of disgust, a healthy snort rolling from Masinanth's gaping jaws as his loathing for the dragon bled into his stare, the fixated orbs bearing down on the Roan. Disgusting creature. Utterly wretched things they were, Roans. Such lazy beasts! How were they of any use other than to occupy space and fill wing slots? How dare he show himself here, where such laziness was punishable by a good ripping of flesh so deep that the bone would be touched and viciously dug into until it so snapped from the onslaught of fangs and claws? His blood was wasted, that life giving elixir far too precious for such a demon unfit to even lift himself an inch from the ground. Lower than wherry dung, he did not deserve the title of 'dragon'. He was not even a wher! A malicious snarl thundered from the confines of Masinanth's throat as he back-winged, his body arching up to catch a thermal draft, his wings stretching wide as the Silver beauty he was chasing shot past, a single ruby optic forever fixed on her in lust, the other locked on Chayth in blood curling hate. Saddle brown pinions sliced angrily through the air, tearing the clouds he passed to former shreds of themselves as he propelled his bulk through the air; Okasrith was forgotten, even the lovely Kiareth, to an extent, was gone from his thoughts. His mind was on only one thing: erasing the desire from this Roan to ever set foot in Talune territory again.

He'd beg for a reprieve, his blood singing a chorus of sheer agony as the tormented screams of the marrow from his bones joined in. His hide would fade from that sickening shade of gray blue to a pale hue, his optics lost to pain and pleading for death to come swiftly, only Masinanth would not give such a thing. No, he would continue on, forever tormenting the beast until that last breath escaped his lungs in a futile scream for help. And the Brown would be left with a bloody corpse with which to tear apart, fangs goring the organs and slitting him from groin to maw with none too delicate a touch. Ah, yes, what a lovely thought. What a wonderfully cruel and deserving ending for such a pitiful excuse for a dragon.

Masinanth's rage fueled him, driving his body to outlast his competitors, his muscles pumping with adrenaline from the demented thoughts of earlier, though he could not deny he dearly wished each and every gory scene his mind had conjured to come true for the Roan. How better to end a flight than to catch the flying female and watch her foreign suitor stumble, helpless and bleeding, from the sky and crash into the earth, his bones bent at awkward angles as they pierced through his flesh? An uncharacteristic rumble of insanity slipped from the Brown, his mind slipping into the murderous thoughts as he soared past Okasrith, a clawed foot slashing out in warning as another Brown had tried to swerve him off course, the blow landing a tearing through his mainsail. His gaze turned, fleetingly to Chayth, a rolling bugle pouring daggers into his words. I'll watch you leave here limping. His head snapped back around, his body angling itself into a dive as his Silver beauty dove into a dangerous free fall. So she wanted to play now, did she? Oh, but he did too, and she was playing his favorite kind of game.

Word Count: 606
Notes: My muse got nasty. O.O

[Desert]

Kiareth, when she felt Chayth's playful caress, squealed in amused outrage. She spun mid-dive and batted at his muzzle with one hind leg, lightly scratching her talons over his face. Not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to warn.

Kiareth spun back around and flared her wings, tilting her body to pull out of the dive. It was just in time, too, as her belly was tickled by the topmost leaves of the trees as she skimmed just above the canopy for a moment. She whistled, euphoric, preening for a moment at her precision.

She sensed the murderous intent of sone of the browns in her tail, and Kiareth creeled. She was amused and delighted that they would be so determined to succeed, but her nature was not one to condone violence. Why was he taking this so seriously? It wasn't like this was a queen Flight, going to determine Weyrleadership!

Kiareth banked to one side and clawed at the air, pushing herself up and forward. She climbed, but it was a gentle climb, only meant to bring her back to a safe height above the ground. She would slither serpenine just above the canopy for a while, wait for a contender to catch up. Kiareth felt her energy reserved starting to wane -- all those steep climbs and aerobatics, the frantic braking tp pull out of the dive, they had taken a toll on her stamina.

But her pursuers had been whittled down as well, she only saw a blue, brown and the roan on her tail now. The others had bailed, unable to keep up with her cleverness and her agility. Kiareth allowed herself a moment of smug superiority.

[elainsie]

The blue watched with displeasure as the Roan flirted with the Silver, and the female seemed to respond positively. It was hardly fair, the Roan did not belong here, had missed having to perform some of the more intricate maneouvres. And it was getting to the point that anger would no longer spur him on, it just left him wanting to lash out. However it seemed he was not the only one displeased. From the way the brown had snapped at Chayth, he was as angry if not more so. He pulled his attention away from the male dragons. He was nearing the end of the descent and to ensure he pulled out of the dive neatly he would need the full of his concentration on flying rather than envious thoughts.

Okasrith watched as Kiareth nimbly missed the tree. Only seconds later it was his turn to pull out of the dive, his claws raking at the leaves on the way, his wings outstretched so the air could buoy him back into the sky with as minimal effort on his behalf as possible. It had been close, one wrong move could have sent him crashing into the tree or hurtling towards the ground. He noticed a number of the more cubersome dragons had mistimed it, or pulled out early, not willing to risk their hides so willingly. The blue was pleased, this would surely reduce the number of contenders.

Okasrith could feel the strain through out his body now, but with a quick glance behind realised that he was one of only three contenders left. He urged himself on, keeping the prize of the glittering silver in sight. He would not forfeit now, not having made it this far. Surely the other dragons were tiring too, though the roan had been late to the chase and perhaps still had some reserve, not to mention both were bigger and built for endurance.

With a powerful pump of his wings, he reached the level of Kiareth, slightly behind the other two dragons. Not content with being last he kept his wings beating, making ground until he was neck and neck with them. It would not do for Kiareth to decide she was ready to end this flight and having him lagging behind the other two.



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[Lyrikitty]

Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.

.::V'yal~*~Chayth::.

Chayth-V'yal rumbled as the Brown made his threat, sure that such a thing would not come to pass. If he left Talune with a limp, it would still be a victourious leave, for he had every intention now of beating out these others. He was a Roan, plain and simple. Better than they, and so more suited for this challenge.

As the ground came closer, a great sea of green that had no breaks, that seemed to yearn to stretch out branches and ensnare a dragon's wings, pull the beast down and break the bones that gave them flight. With a growl, he set his teeth, waiting, waiting, waiting until the very last minute to flare out his wings, filling them with air as he rowed feircely to stay aloft and out of the trees. He came close, his feet sinkig into the tops of the trees, up to the knee, until he was able to haul himself high enough for safety, furious he had lost time in the maneuver.

Luck was with him though, he was still relatively fresh compared to the others, though he was feeling the strain of it, he had more energy yet to burn, more stamina unsed as if yet. Powerful beats of his great wings sped him on, pushing back even with the rest, once again close to the Silver, close to the prize.

It would end soon, signs of fatigue were starting to show not only in the contenders, for all but the three, Brown, Blue, and Roan, had dropped out, but in the Silver as well, her energy depleted by the acrobatics she'd preformed in the earlier parts of her Flight. She was not a color built for such things to be done for long periods of time, no agile Green who could spin through the air wihout a second thought as to how much room she needed to collect ehrself and regain proper flight.

However, it spoke greatly of the Silver that she was capable of all she'd done, all the more reason Chayth-V'yal was determined to catch her.


Word Count: 411
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: >< I'm sorry it took me so long, my muse went on hiatis without letting me know.

[Onyxaeon]

You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.

|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]


Mine, find someone to occupy your time. I'm finishing this flight, but nowhere near as I intended. Do not worry for me; I'm well enough off to save myself in this. The Brown's order was blunt, so far from his normally relaxed voice, so muddled with various emotions-lust riddling his lyrics from the flight, fury tainting his tone from the Roan's appearance, and vague fatigue seeping inside to mix with it all-that it sounded nothing like him, and, for a moment, his rider was puzzled. That did not last, however, and the Brown turned his thoughts away from His on to more pressing matters: the Silver. Yes, such a fine beauty she was, yet he had already came and accomplished what he had sought for in the first place. He had come only to chase, though, he could honestly not deny the fact that he had imagined himself catching the lovely Kiareth, could not dispute the fact he had let his mind wonder to what it would be like if her ash hued hide was tangled with his, the two bodies in a stunning free fall with their tails twined, breaking apart at just the last instant before they would crash into the impossibly hard earth below. It was a marvelous thought, but a thought none the same and, at the moment, his mind had to be focused on the fast approaching tree canopies that reached out toward the heavens, trying to gather as much light as humanly possible. Though now they looked more like lances jutting from the earth to pierce through his flesh, goring him for all her was worth and leaving him, skewered at the tops of the trees. There was no looking back, no moment where he could simply turn and avoid the sharp maneuver he was about to perform, because his turn was now. Okasrith had first met it, was ahead and chasing after Kiareth and, just a minute ago, Chayth had done just the same, each dragon touching the top of the tree in the very same manner. He wouldn't do that, though. No, he had to stand alone. Masinanth needed to prove to himself he still had the stamina he believed in reserve since he was giving up the fight to pursue darker interests. No, he would resign this flight to hold true to his earlier, empty words, because the Brown was a dragon of his word no matter what the intention had begun as. Chayth would leave here, and swiftly, with limp to his gait in tow.

A thousand drills flooded his mind from over the years, a whisper, it seemed, passing through the dragon's thoughts and pulling out various acrobatics that were taught to dragons of old to use in the games when there existed a large space of time when thread did not fall at all. Pern wasn't so lucky now; it seemed those Passes were getting shorter and shorter...But, that wasn't the issue at hand. He needed to focus...A deep breath was dragged in through Masinanth's lungs as the Brown tilted to one side, wings folded closely to his body as his front talons reached out to grab the trunk, it seemed, though the ivory spears only splinted through the feeble wood, and the Brown's back claws caught the timber as though he had been on earth, those same sharp knifes stabbing the soil, and he nimbly propelled himself from the tree top. His wings flared, snapping out to catch a grateful thermal wind that allowed his body to glide for a brief moment in rest and pull him up higher, above the Roan and in a straight line now for the Silver who was no longer the object of his attention. No, his blood stained optics were on his prejudice thoughts against the lazy beast, and there was a moment of utter, painful silence before Masinanth spoke, a rolling thunder that cracked the air around it in the fury of its tension. I do not deal in lies, vile Roan. Wings forcibly slammed tight against his sides, talons extended in a furious hope of slicing into the gray-blue beast's shoulder blades, where the pain would blind him to both walk and fly.

Word Count: 735
Notes: Whew! There, I managed to salvage it...I think. o.o

[Desert]

Kiareth suddenly lurched upward, using some of the last reserves of her energy to climb, trading speed for height again to claw higher into the sky. Air whooshed around her, the roar of wind around her glittering silver body and the sound of her lungs gulping in air in great gulps, feeding her oxygen-starved muscles to fuel their continued push and pull.

The crackle and snap of foliage made her pause, made her whirl about and peer down to see which of her pursuers the stabbing trees had claimed. Her eyes, formerly wheeling unadulterated orange, now tinged with anxious smudges of yellow. She hadn't intended on anyone getting hurt!

A creel tore from her maw when Kiareth witnessed Masinanth bear down on Chayth, claws raking, bloody murder in his thoughts echoed by the red glow of his eyes. No! He shouldn't do that! Why was he attacking the roan? It made no sense!

Masinanth! You can't![/b][/color] Kiareth cried, her wingbeats faltering.

The silver altered her course immediately, the Flight half-forgotten in concern for the brawlers. She executed a wingover and dove, ignoring the twinge in her shoulder as one wing was wrenched from the hasty manuever.

She pulled out of her short dive alongside Masinanth and extended one wing to urgently bat at the brown's head. What happened to chasing me? What happened to catching me? Don't you want to finish this Flight? Masinanth, please stop this![/b][/color] Kiareth pleaded with the enraged brown.

The silver slid herself to the side, trying to get between Masinanth and his victim. Masinanth, dear, he is not the one you want! Come with me, my handsome brown, this Flight can't end until I am caught![/b][/color] A bit of the flirt came back, and Kiareth extended her head toward Masinanth, catching one of his paws in her maw and nibbling delicately at it. Big, strong Masinanth, you are too good to stoop to violence. You know you are better than some foreign dragon, because you will be the one to win this Flight. So show this roan who is best! Show him the right way, and don't be silly.[/b][/color]

Kiareth grasped all four of Masinanth's paws in her own and pressed close to him, starting to twine her two-toned tail with his. My Masinanth, you win. You were always going to win, weren't you? You knew it. So don't let yourself be distracted. You have what you want, don't you? You caught me.[/b][/color] Kiareth tipped her head coyly to the side, crooning softly to her mate.[/size][/color][/font]