She Likes Me For Me

[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]


Mistith was bouncing back and forth with her tiny companion Sable, the green flit trying to pounce on the much larger green dragon's nose without much success. The dragon would always back away and the flit would land in the dirt upon the ledge, stirring up a puff of dusty soil and coating her hide in the dust, chirping indignantly from time to time as she failed. Mistith simply rumbled, continuing about this process until around mid-day, when Hers interrupted her play to tell her she should get a nap in as she was going to before taking off to the bathing pool tucked away in the Lower Caverns.Well, that didn't last long. Around two hours later, Mistith moved through the weyr, going to rouse her Mine. She attacked the bundled up furs, pulling them off of the bed only to find that Hers was not sleeping soundly in a nap. Where was she, then? Mistith snorted, searching about the rest of their small weyr before calling out to Hers.
Mine! Mine, get up and out to the Weyrbowl. I'm going to Rise now and you have to be here for it! Tain's reply was mumbled, something barely coherant as she dipped a small washcloth into the steamy waters to rinse off her face. Her muscles were so relaxed and lulled that getting up seemed a figment of her imagination, and Mistith couldn't possibly be calling her to get up from their paradise. With a yawn, Tain contemplated to effects of falling asleep bathing, leaning her head back against her towel that had been made into a pillow. She nearly did dose off with Sable, her tiny green flit that had been perched on one of her shoulders.

MINE! I'm serious this time! Come on, get up. Tain gently shook her head to clear the haze surrounding her vision. Mistith /never/ used that voice. Love, are you sure? Where's Typhith? The Green informed her rider that she didn't know and, quite frankly, was a touch distressed. A touch being a little bit more than a massive understatement as the undersized Green paced back and forth on her ledge, faceted eyes whirling shades of red. Tain tried to calm her dragon as she coaxed Sable into going after F'st and Typhith. It didn't matter whom the flit found first; if she found one, she would certainly sooner or later come across the other. Without having to be told again-such a rare feat for the flit with so terrible an attention span!-Sable jumped into the air, pushing off from Tain's shoulder and blinking between. She reappeared inside the man's weyr, going through his skins upon his desk, shuffling through them and creating a right mess. Well...She wasn't perfect. As if she knew he couldn't hide under skins or in his drawers with his clothes...

Sable is looking for them, love. Tain said gently, still half hoping her lifemate was kidding. Her first flight? Yeah, right. Like she would ever be ready for it. Mine, he can find me. The Green simply could not wait any further, and trotted to her ledge, a short, but jubilant, cry bursting from her maw to announce her intentions to the Weyr. Not like anyone would really pay attention to it-she was a Green, and a very small one, at that. She probably wouldn't have many chasers, but that didn't matter to Mistith. She was happy just to fly after her near death experience on that beach almost three and half months ago now. Before she took that leap of fate, hoping someone would be there to catch her once she took to the skies, her wings spread wide and far, body arching in a feline fashion. She checked the air around her twice over as she dropped off of her ledge, bringing her wings closer to her body in her descent. She tucked them against her hide tightly before she curved upward and spiraled back up into the air, climbing in altitude to bring her into the view of those on the ground. A challenging bugle sounded once more, this one more playful than the last, and laced with promises only she could grant. Catch me if you can![/color][/size]

[Lyrikitty]

Only one of the Emeraldpair had been anywhere near the weyr at the time Sable started raiding it, flinging objects, skins, and clothing to the floor in her search. F'st was on his way back to the weyr for a bit of relaxation, a meatroll in one hand, and a goblet of wine in the other. The noice the little flit was making drew his attention, and he picked up his pace to hurry into the weyr and find Sable. "What are you-"

No, he did not intentionally cut himself short.

Typhith had been lounging in the weyrbowl at the edge of the lake, his good eye turned to keep watch over Mistith's ledge, the other cast on the waters. Every now and again, he would give the tip of his tail a twitch, the points of the forked length sending miniscule ripples over the waters surface and disturbing the mirror-like stillness.He had known what was happening when the Green launched herself into the sky with a bugle, sweet music to his ears. No, not because of it's purpose was it music, but because it was a sound uttered by the most wonderous dragon of Pern. His head rose from it's cradle atop his paws, and he blinked once. In the time it took for lids to shut once over his eyes, his wings had snapped out and he was heaving himself to his feet, jumping skyward and rowing the great expanse of his wings until he was aloft. Mine! Mistith Rises. Hurry to Tain before the fools of the Weyr get to her. I will keep Mistith safe.[/color] Was this an odd thing to say? Perhaps, but one must take into account that the tiny Green had the heart of the Emerald wrapped around her littlest claw, and for her he would give the world.

It was this message which had disturbed F'st in his speech, and his frosty gray eyes grew wide, his wine dropping to the floor and spilling, the meatroll joining it and soaking the liquid up. "Sable! Where it Tain! Take me to her, do you hear? Hurry now." Already? So soon? He wanted to be there beside the bright, impossibly cheerful woman now, wanted to be sure none of the brutes in the Weyr got ahold of her, even if Ty didn't win this he would refuse to let anyone man-handle the woman, as some in the Weyr were prone with Greenriders.

Typhith lifted his own voice in a deep response, no bugle, no bellow, but a throaty croon which carried farther than most might think possible, far enough for the wonderful Green to hear and know he chased. Mistith, sweetest dragon in the Weyr, and most treasured jewel of Pern! Fly high and far today, and know that I will follow you to the ends of the sky and until Rukbat herself abandons the world for an eternity of darkness. I wish for every male in this Weyr to join and show you the honor and worship you deserve, and pity those who do not, for they miss the opportunity of their lives! His voice was strong, dedicated, not a single word spoken in untruth. He wished to win her, oh yes, wished to claim her fully as his own, and give himself to her without a moment of reservation, but more than that he wished for the male to catch her to be of her choosing, of her desire. So long as the dear creature was happy, so too would he be.

[Onyxaeon]

Sable looked up from her rummaging only long enough to chirp at F'st, ruffling her wings and then promptly going back to poking her head through the arm hole of one tunic. Well, she was true to her nature alright. Shortest attention span of any flit that ever did grace Pern's skies. The dear continued to squirm about, nearly finding herself stuck inside the leg opening of one pair of leggings, until she managed to pull herself out and croon in the man's direction. Well, why wasn't he playing with her? The little green cocked her head to one side, staring him down for a few minutes before, it seemed, a glow went off in her head. Sable hopped down from the drawer, waddling across the floor to nibble at the meatroll, though only for jst a spare moment before F'st seemed fed up with her antics and the flit spooked by his tone. Sable chirpped a tiny plea to him, as if begging the man to not squish her while she tried to remember where her Mine was. Another glow some five minutes later, and Sable clambered up onto an end table before flittering up and into the air, calling F'st on as she began to head down to the bathing pools. Well, he wouldn't get there first for sure, but at least he'd get there.

Truth be told, no one would really find the Greenrider. After all, who would think to look anywhere but the Weyrbowl for a Rising dragon's rider? Indeed, there were more than a few males scattered about the Bowl waiting for the woman to make an appearance. This only made Mistith rumble her amusement as she watched them from up above, dipping this way and that overhead in her delight as she watched the ever small humans seem mere crawlers from her current height! When Typhith launched after her, Mistith crooned her bliss, her wing strokes picking up in frequency to pull farther away from the Emerald who could easily carry her through her flight and the other males around her who could do much the same, though not for his length of time. Being tiny had it's advantages every now and then. All for me, Typhith? You speak of such wonderful tales and glorious dreams! Will you tell me if I fly too far for you, my silly Emerald? The Green teased the large green male behind her, her eyes raking over a younger Blue in doing so. Hmm. Who was this? Oh, yes, Tanoth. Such a kind Blue too. He would have fun with this chase, she would make certain. They all would!

Without much delay, Mistith turned one a wingtip, using the momentum to shoot her up and around and bring her heading straight for the males that were coming after her. With a giggling croon, Mistith teased the passing males, wingtips stroking their sides, crooning them sweet nothings, even licking an occasional one who was close enough. For Typhith, though, she reserved something special. For him, she dipped the lowest, stroking the non-scaled portion of his hide with the expanse of her little, lithe frame as she brushed by. To Hers, the Green lifted her voice in joy. Mine, this is so much fun! Stay, stay in the pools. F'st will find you, and those silly, wherry headed others don't know where you are to get to you! Win win situation, Mine. The Green winked and, though Hers would not see the action, Mistith was sure the woman had felt the coy emotion slip through the mental link.

Tain smiled softly to Mistith's words. She was glad her lifemae could enjoy herself like this after such a time she had had with being around the "outcasts" and recovering from her injuries. She deserved this. Then again, much the same could be said for herself. Didn't the giving nurturer deserve someone to take care of her for a change? On that thought, Sable glided through the steam created by the heating waters, landing just short of Tain's resting skull and chirping first and then preening happily, as though she had just done something impossible and was extremely proud of herself. Her little noises would no doubt clue F'st in as to where the Greenrider was but, right now, Tain didn't have the mind to care. It was warm and relaxing. Mistith was happy, and she was glad for her dragon. Things could not be better.

[Lyrikitty]

Oh woe be to the males who dared lift their bodies after this delicate beauty and croon to her sweet nothing which their hearts felt not. Woe be to those who chased only for the sweet victory of a win, and not something more. His heart was stoked by a flame which would burn eternal, and for so long as he held a breath in his body he would keep that flame blazing, for her and for her alone. This would be his chance to prove it too, his chance to show that he above all others cared for her, that he above all others found her irresistable, beautiful in every way, and without the slightest flaw.

Not even those scars which marked her hide were flaws, for they spoke of the strength the tiny Green possesed, they betrayed that beyond the sweet nature and gentle ways there was an unbreakable will. He adored her, worshiped her in a sense, and though he had never said it aloud, she was his everything.

As the delicate Green spun herself about, Typhith tucked his haunched beneath him, his wings filling with air as he slowed his rate and readied for a turn. Naturally Mistith was vastly swifter, and had reache dhim, her lithe frame sweeping over his and sending jolts of electricity through his veins, before darting away once mroe. Oh how delicious it was! How sweet and addictive she was, did she even know what she did to him with a single look, much less so daunting a caress? His wings worked, his mass turning to pull him after her, and though several smaller males had passed him, he caught quickly, his wings rowing with a determination the others could not possess. If indeed there is such a thing as too far, I will let you know, though I do not think it could exist when it comes to you. Now fly! Give us all a chase worthy of a queen, for it is only befitting of you dear Green! He let loose a bugle, playful, challenging her to this very thing. He could have flown a gold if his heart so desired, he had the stamina for it, the size and build for it, but no. He was no king-ranked brute, he was something different, perhaps better perhaps worse.

He ignored the rest of the males, they mattered not, did not bother trying to sort out what colors were present, instead only kept his faceted pools on her, watching her every move and waiting for a chance to reach out, draw closer, not to catch her, but to urge her on, to show hrr the thrills of a Flight and ensure that this one would be forever held in her memory.

F'st followed after the little flit, refusing to loose sight of her, and he could not help but smile, as Typhith spoke to Mistith. Did the Emerald realize how very u-true to his color he often was? F'st knew the beast often thought himself unable to become part of this close-knit Weyr because of his color, because of what he was, but F'st was unsure if the Emerald had ever thought that perhaps who he was, was th eimportant thing.

He hadn't a clue where Sable was leading him, and frankly, he was a little concerned. She wasn't headed for the weyrbowl, and Faranth help her if she led him anywhere but to Tain. Why... Why he'd throtle the little creature, if he could ever catch her, for it. No... No she was a simple creature and even he could not be mad at her for her very nature, instead he could only hope and wait with baited breath until he burst into the bathing pools, listening for the sounds of the flit, and to his shock, finding her here. "Sable? Sable you willy little creature don't fail me... Tain? Are you here?" Please... Plrease... He silently waited, trying to see through the steam and catch a glimpse of the woman.

[Onyxaeon]

Oh, how he teased! Such beautiful untruths, though...They filtered their way through her veins to seek out the organ whose tempo had increased vastly to bring oxygen to other parts of her body. Ah, what did it matter if they were not necessarily true? He believed them, she knew well, and wasn't that all that mattered? The Green spiraled to avoid a Crimson male from his attempt to tangle his claws with hers as she had dipped in a way to entice him. A soft rumble tickled past her fangs, the darkly shaded Green absently taking to swaying her tail as her wings stretched wide, her body following the motion and curving right then left, back and forth sensuously. Certainly, she wanted to taunt the lot of her chasers-why else would she be moving herself so suggestively?-but she also knew well these actions would take a toll on her energy levels; she couldn't last long if she did not take advantage of the air currents. Oh, I'll fly far alright. You just worry about keeping up. The dainty female craned her neck back, skull positioning itself to fix the Emerald with a wink as she arched back around and twisted her body vertically to launch into a burst of wind that flung her small frame forward and higher into the banks of clouds.


Of course they were hot on her trail, even the largest of brutes would have been aided by that gust, but she could not gather the mind to care. No, she was far too playful for that right now. She was lost inside her own mind wrapped around her body's desires that were leaking over to Hers. She wouldn't mind the first flight being so spirited and lovely, of that the Green female was certain. If darkness blinds you, I will shine to guide you, Typhith. I can hear you, but can you hear me? I want to be loved, not just a passing form of fleeting admiration that you leave behind after a few flights. You are loved. Mistith crooned sweetly, her wings stroking through the vapors of a small, fluffy cloud, the white mass breaking apart only for her to be met with a much larger one that she could fly directly through. No one liked to be put on the spot, true, but he didn't know what she intended through that. She saw something more in him than he himself did. She believed there was a light to him, that her truth was meant to make him stronger? He was no hero, no angel, to Talune but, in her eyes, he was. Don't say forever. Forever is the lazy way to say it.

Sable curled up, settling down to preen. One wing lifted as the tiny flit ran a forked tongue over her wing membranes with little regard for the steamy conditions or her company. Truth be told, the sweet dear had good intentions, but she had already forgotten where she was and who was around her. Eh. It wasn't like it mattered...After all, she didn't need to be anywhere. F'st's words gave reason for the small flit to chirp, though, turning her head ever so slightly to one side as if to ask what he was doing here. Poor ADD flit.

Tain, however, did not seem in the least bit surprised, though she did turn her head faintly in the direction his voice had drifted from. Still remaining in the blanket of steam and the cover of the warm waters, Tain called back to the Emeraldrider. "F'st? You know, you would have done better to find me on your own." Tain chuckled, reaching back behind her head to grab her towel, drying her face and turning around so that her chest pressed against the edge of the bathing pool. "Sable isn't the most...gifted of leaders. Directions confuse my little love."

[Lyrikitty]

Truth was a funny thing, for there were so many different ways to see it. So far as this Emerald was concerned, truth was what you believed beyond all doubt. So far as he was concerned, to Mistith he spoke nothing but the truth. That wasn't the important part though, the important part was to be sure that nothing went ary for the glorious moment of the Flight, the short span in an endless world which was meant to be about her and her alone, in the eyes of all. Yes, even the tiniest of Greens had a moment, a day, when they were looked at not as small dragons, not as low-ranked females, but as queens, as marvellous being above all others, radiant goddesses which ignited flames of adoration and desire in the hearts of the males. Every female had this, but there were those fewer numbers, those rare lucky ones, who found a male who gave this to them every day, a male who never turned eyes on her and did not wonder at her beauty, who did not hesitate to lavish her in the sweetest of words, who found her incapable of fault in all things.

Mistith said she did not want to be a toy, said she wanted to be loved. Did she not see that from the moment he had met her, the first time he spoke to her, he was her's? The moment she had jumped apon him, the moment she had laughed so sweetly, frolicing in the water, his heart could never stray, his eyes could never look to another and see anything worth compare. Could any other male claim such blind and unwavering devotion to the Green? He doubted it. Oh, she was well-loved by all, how could anyone dislike so sweet and innocent a dragon after all. She deserved anything her precious heart desiredand to that end Typhith would do anything.

If she wanted to be loved, for an eternity and beyond, he would gladly give that to her, and more.

But none of this he said, in fact he said nothing, only stretching his glossy wings out further, ignoring the faint stiffness in one. Oh, that was something which may never leave, a reminder to him of that one fateful night, where he had feared he would loose the Green to a demon. He'd nearly killed himself trying to bring aide to her, but it had been worth it. She, had been worth it. To one side of him was a Brown, a sleek beast, and the other what Typhith was certain a Blue. A guess though, for he did not turn his head to check the color. His damaged eyes was telling him it was a purple hue, which was naturally wrong, but the build said Blue, more likely to be correct. He'd been holding back, for at any time he coul outpace the rest of these dragons, why... He was larger than them all, greater wingspan, and he was matching their speed already. He held back because he wanted it to be fair, to let the lovely Green choose when she was ready to, not just because she was caught.

He followed upward through the thermal, rolling in it as he turned to stay close behind, watching her play, sensing her pleasure in it all. Light danced over her, before shadows danced across her hide as she burst through a small cloud, his own bulk barely bothered by it, and then as she vanished into a larger bank. He considered following her in, but the chances of finding the tiny Green in the near-blindness of the cloudbank was slim, and he had a better idea. Instead, he lifted himself over it, his paws skimming the very top of the cloud, his ruby orbs scanning below for any hint of movement.

As Tain's voice reached him, he could have fallen over in relief that the flit hadn't led him astray. Carefully he made his way through the steamy room, following her voice with a smile. "Ah, but she came to find me. Seemed to have something important to tell me, can't imagine what though." The last was said with a chuckle, for he knew well what had brought him here, and it was indeed fairly important. Like Typhith, he was less concerned with what he had to gain from today and more concerned with the Greenpair's happiness. He was close enough to see Tain now, and he paused to kick his boots off. Wordlessly he once more walked forward, and sat himself at the edge of the pool near her, rolling the legs of his pants up to dip his feet in the water.

[Onyxaeon]

Mistith's darker hide coloration pierced through the less dense patches of cloud, allowing for fleeting glimpses of her tiny frame to the male flying both below and above her. Of this, the Green was faintly aware of, but the female was far more concerned with accounting for her chasers and keeping track of where they were; an odd quirk, but it was only her first flight and she had plenty of time to get out of that mind frame. The forest green female was accutely aware of Typhith's presence, and the Brown male closing in on her just below, though the Blue and the recently joining pair of Crimson males were farther back in her mind. With a slight chortle, Mistith folded her wings, arrowing downward and cutting off the Brown, forcing him to back wing and hover for a time as she darted past, tail teasing his cheek as she flew by.

Eager dolt. Patience is key. She winked as she extended her wings, the draft pulling her up and through another mini cloud, and her neck craned to glance back at her persuers.

An impossible, draconic grin overcame the excited, dainty being, Mistith tilting one wing down before swaying back to the other side, her pace sloing so that she fle in lazy, languid circles. She didn't wish to tire her males-no, what good would that serve if it exhausted both themselves and herself, making them too groggy to catch and her to be caught?-and felt the need to push a few buttons. Hmm...What to say to turn to tease these males?

Ah, there was an idea. I wonder, would any object to my falling multiple times? Once just doesn't seem enough, and I have hours of energy to expend. You'll well have your fill by the time I'm done with you. Just as I should, I'll get you good. That should stir something up, if only a tiny touch more lust to their already reddened orbs. Smirking at her handiwork, Mistith pushed forward, rocketing away with the speed to rival Eden's lovely Jades or other smaller dragons. Come along, my loves. You know you want me. Show me just how much: fly farther and faster, outwit those around and gain distance. Show me how far I can push you before the embers consume you and you beg for me to fall into your waiting talons.

Tain echoed F'st's chuckle, shaking her head faintly in amusement. "Of course. It couldn't have been anything important of something of the sorts." She was only teasing, as her tone would well tell, but she couldn't help herself with it. It was too easy to be silly and play around the man. Lifting her head from the towel pillow, Tain turned in the steamy waters, moving so that her torso could press against the columns of his legs while her arms folded in his lap, her head resting upon them. "Tell me something, F'st," Tain whispered softly, her eyes bearing up to catch his own. "How badly do you wish this flight in your favor? Honestly. If you knew the outcome would be received well on both Mistith's and my part, how badly would you admit to having desired it so?"

[Lyrikitty]

Typhith rumbled in amusement as Mistith cut off a Brown, forcing him to settle down. He kept his pace where it was, not pulling far ahead, but matching those who held the lead. It mattered not who held the coveted place in this race for affections. He could have lingered there all day, all night, all month even, if she so desired, and had she not baited the males with such tempting words.

He could feel the heat that struck his blood and sent it from merely boiling to steaming, and if he didn't know better the Emerald would have sworn that he himself was pouring off waves of heat, ready to burst into flame from sheer intensity. His muscles quivered in hopes at such delicious promises, and his wings rowed through the air to put himself ahead of the rest, allowing some of the power which came naturally with such a build as his, to shine through.

His eyes shone a brilliant red, oranges wheeling through in a passionate whirlpool, wishing, praying, begging the fates and Faranth herself, that he could perhaps stand a chance in this Flight, that he could prove himself worthy of the Green.

F'st was caught off guard, as Tain moved closer and pressed against his legs, her arms landing in his lap as she looked up at him. her question surprised him, and he stammered for several moments before anything close to words came out. Did she really have to ask, was there even a shred of doubt? He shook his head slowly, placing his hands on her arms and sighing. "Tain... Typhith and I don't warm up to people easily, we don't let just anyone into our lives... Our hearts, and we don't put everything we have on the line for just anyone. If we thought for even a second that you and Mistith would accept us, and return even the smallest fraction of our feelings..." He closed his eyes, trying to find the words he wanted her to hear, but none seemed right, none seemed to cover it all. He had the feeling he could search for an eternity and not find the words he wanted. "If I thought you'd be happy, I'd be in the Weyrbowl right this second, screaming for Ty to go faster, fly harder, because I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms and kiss you, nothing more than to make you happy." He opened his eyes to look at her once more, the depth of his heart shown for a fleeting moment in the solitude of the bathing pools, where none could see but her.

[Onyxaeon]

Mistith's forest green cranium tilted to one side as it turned about, craning to catch sight of the Crimson males who had joined sides. If she was willing to fly more than once, then there wasn't a need to push in their eyes. They could share her. The wine red hides were closing in and, without thought, Mistith squealed in surprise, veering sharply to the right to avoid grabbing claws. Come along now, Mistith my dear. Can't you see I'm at your feet? It's really the best thing for you. Come back my lovely prize....Let you Zawerth stroke you and share you with Hicsysisth. The darker of the two males was crooning to her, pulling his wings to fly faster as his teammate pulled forward himself. Come for me, Mistith. Can't you see how we want you? You would gain so much pleasure should you turn and twine tails with myself and Zawerth.Come along; forget that dimwitted Blue Forth or the Brown Jakorath, or that outcast Emerald. Mistith frowned heavily, squealing again when Zawerth licked the base of one side of her tail, her wings pulling faster as she tried to get away, nearly plowing the Blue Forth over in the process. He and Jakorath were plotting, and the sweet little Green could well tell. It wasn't fair!

Mine! They won't fly fair! The Green dove, spiraling to avoid the clutches of the Crimsons. She pulled upward just in time to have her Brown and Blue pursuers catch up, forcing her to bring her wings closer to her body so that she could free fall to prevent her capture. Typhith! Mistith snapped her wings outward, gliding lower and lower to the ground as she ducked through the trees, the only safe place she could be as the much larger males could not hope to face the wrath of the forest.

In the bathing pools, Tain looked up sharply in response to Mistith's plea, a concerned frown forming upon her lips. There was nothing the rider could do, however, and so she merely offered soothing words to her Green and instructed her to linger close to the trees. She had size on her side; she was dainty could fly through the thick canopies without fear of the males catching her until she showed herself. Or backed off if someone got too possessive and started a fight.

With her concern for her dragon minimized, it did not take long before Tain was reminded of why dragon flights were so worthwhile for the riders. A warm rush of heat trailed from the base of her neck to her skull, radiating down her spine and filtering through her veins and various limbs. Ah. What a glorious feeling! The hands resting in F'st's lap freed themselves from their positions, fingers on both hands running lightly down and across the flesh of his thighs. Her head raised, chin turning up ever so gently to permit her emerald optics to hold his gaze as her hands wandered. "Tell me something, F'st. How badly do you want me? What would you do if you are given the chance?" Here, her fingers paused, her voice darkening to a purr as the digits to her left hand traced the inside seam of his breeches up from his knee until she could no longer venture upward for his position. "Would you make certain I wouldn't forget you? Would you drag me down to the floor and hope to Faranth that Rukbat paused in the sky to allow you endless time?"

[Lyrikitty]

A dark outrage boiled in his heart, drowning the fires of passion and lust as the Green called his name in fright. That was unacceptable, no beast should try to corner the beauty so, should try to treat her in such a manner. A feral snarl dripped from his maw as he dropped, his form curving as his wings folded to his sides. He surveyed the males who persued Mistith so cruelly, trying to corner her, to share her amongst themselves. They didn't deserve to look at her, much less hold the honor of twining their bodies with her's. He would drive them from the sky, if they were lucky. If not, he would kill each and every one of them for the insult they shoved apon his beloved Green angel. ~Zawerth! Hicsysith! Turn and face me! Persue Mistith another inch and I shall rip your wings from your backs!~ His mental voice was a roar of anger, challenging the smaller males as he dropped from his former height to slam his great bulk into the darker of the pair. [colordarkgreen]~Forth! Jakortah! The same goes for you! If any of you want the right, the honor, the privledge, to so much as touch Mistith, you shall have to fight me for it!~[/color]

He splayed his wings, battering at any male he could reach, snarling. He would not have turned violent, no, if they had continued to show respect for the Green. He would not have shown that shift to a true Emerald had the sole owner of his heart not felt the need to cry out for him. But they hadn't, and she did. Once more he would place himself between her and danger, and he would fight to give her protection for so long as he held a gasp of air or a flutter of heartbeat. He twisted, snapping his jaws at the Blue, before he dropped lower still, to fall fully between Mistith and her pursuers. Let them try to capture her now, for they would be forced to come near him, to try and pass him to get close to her. ~They will not lay tongue nor claw on you again Mistith, I am here. Stay low and out of reach, and do not look up. Concentrate on flying.~[/color]

The Emerald had no wish for the Green to harm herself trying to evade the males, nor did he want her to see what might happen above her. He doubted if she would look fondly at him if indeed he were forced to fight, and worse kill, one or more of the beasts who dared to haunt her so. He had killed for her once, and would do so many times more if need be, but she... She was a gentle angel who did not need to see carnage, and these foolish males had crossed the line, and so destroyed his patience and good nature towards them, in their reckless lust. He turned his head to look up at them, his lips quivering in a silent hiss, his tail cracking like a whip behind him. Would they heed his warning, or would they think it a bluff and try to prove it.

As Tain's attentions to him continued, her hands wandering over his thighs while those eyes, eyes he could be lost in for an eternity or longer happily, looked up at him, her sweet, sultry voice bespeaking him, asking him a question, he had to fight the many ways his mind was being pulled. He wanted to try and keep Typhith in check, for though the great beast was a gentle giant in nearly all aspects, but it seemed there was one thing which could send the dragon into a rage suitable for his true color. If he saw a threat to Mistith, if that little Green felt the need to call out for help, Typhith would not restrain himself. F'st could feel the power and the bloodlust which had consumed his dear friend, and that the Emerald was not already trying to tear the males apart, one shred at a time, shocked F'st. How long could Ty hold out in that endeavor? He wasn't sure.

Then there was Tain, who he wanted to give the world and then some. Yes, he wanted to have her, in many ways. He wanted to pull her from the water to him, to strip himself and tangle their bodies for endless hours until finally they both collapsed, exhausted, weak, and spent, to sleep with her nestled in the safety of his arms. He wanted to wake with her beside him, he wanted to kiss her, touch her, hold her. He wanted to make this a special moment though, so that if he did have her, if she was his for only one day, for only one short span in time before she rejected him, she would not look back at this day and think his rough, coarse, like any other rider of any other rutting dragon. No. He wanted her, but he didn't want to take her. He didn't want her to wake in the morning, bruised and sore from the handling of a callous fool. He wanted to give her something very few could ever hope to offer. He wanted to rein in the waves of dragonlust to be tender to her, or at least as tender as he could be.

He hung his head for a moment, tilting it to gently kiss her brow and look her in the eyes, his own stormy gray pools torn with the inner struggle. "Surely you know Tain, surely you know I'd give anything just to hold you... Yes, I'd beg, I'd pleade, I'd demand that Faranth offer just one kind blessing to me and let time stand still so that I could be with you for an eternity, and so that I could spend every second of it trying to prove my worth to you, trying to make you happy and make sure that when finally time was forced to move once more you wouldn't forget me. I would spend the rest of my life trying to pull Rukbat out of the sky just to hand it to you if you wanted it, if it would make you happy, and... And Typhith would do the same for Mistith." He lifted a hand, fingers caressing her cheek, trailing to her neck and cupping the back of her neck, his head dropping so his lips lingered mere centimeters from her's. "I love you Tain, and if given the chance I would make you the happiest woman on all of Pern."[/size]

[Onyxaeon]

Hicsysisth and Zawerth hissed in bitter irritation as the Emerald's pinions flared, rudely smacking the darker of the two across his snout and grazing the lighter's side. A growl stole from Zawerth's maw as he swerved to avoid Typhith's snapping jaws, watching the dark green male turning to threaten the other pursuers in the sky, each clambering for Mistith's attentions. With a disdainful snort, the Crimson flicked his wing tip, Hicsysisth nodding and lowering in altitude, though making certain to keep away from Typhith's wrathful fangs. Each took one side of the Emerald, flanking him loosely as they peered down into the dense canopy in search of Mistith. Come out and play, my love.

The Blue Forth had wisely taken Typhith's warning to heart, backwinging as he climbed to get away from him and chase at a respectful distance. The same could not be said for his companion the Brown Jakorath, who had taken to riding Typhith's tail, sliding back and forth to avoid the whipping appendage. Who are you to lord over her, Typhith? She's but a Green; let her serve her hide's purpose without interfering. Dare you not think you're her favored? Why, you'd crush her in your talons! Step aside, outsider, and let Talune's stock catch the infertile as it should be. Besides, she's a scarred beauty; hardly worth you getting so puffed up over Had the Brown a sense of tact, perhaps those words would have not fled from his maw. As was the case, though, he did not possess tact and he would not understand how his words were taken so harshly by Mistith, the young Green's formerly reddened orbs stained in shades of sorrow.

Was she really so useless? So scarred and hideous that she was no longer of value to those who would chase after her? Was she no treasure worth protecting because she could not bear a clutch? Mistith's wingbeats slowed, her body gliding through the thick trees as she began to loop around in lazy circles, her heart not for flying for the blow. A low, mutter of a whimper left the Green female, soft at first, then the sound growing sharper as her distress grew. She was utterly useless. Why had no one ever told her so? Because you aren't useless, love. Mine...Sweet, gentle, kind Mine. What he said is true, Mine. I am o longer flawless in hide, and I will never bear a clutch to gift the Weyr. I have nothing to offer. I'm just a much too small Green. You were never just a Green to me, Mistith. Never. And Typhith doesn't believe so either. Ask it of him, love. If you do not believe me, he would not lie to you. He will tell you the same as I; you re absolutely perfect, in every way that a dragon can be, flawed hide or not, egg bearer or no. Tain sighed softly, her eyes pulling out of their daze to bring her attention back to F'st. "F'st.." A careful, tentative hand lifted from the water, resting against the flesh of his cheek as her emerald eyes lifted up to meet his stormy gray depths. Trust me love. Believe. "I want to take a lifetime to memorize your face."

[Lyrikitty]

He might have been willing to let the Brown go unscathed, and was pleased as the Blue took heed of the warning and fell back to safer distances. He could have even ignored the Reds and their arrogance, but no...

Jakorith's words pushed the Emerald far past what even the Bronze monster who had tried to kill Mistith had managed, for at least that was not truly the dragon. No, that had been a disease, one which turned even the most peaceful of dragons into bloodthirsty demons.

Jakorith spoke out of ignorance, at best. The words paired with the effect they had on his beloved Green caused the Emerald to halt his mass mid-air, a feat with caused his wing joints to pop in protest and his muscles to burn, his body twisting despite the discomfort which bordered on pain. He spun himself to face the lowly Brown, talons and teeth both bared and ready to greet him. ~Never speak ill of Mistith, for she is better dragon than half your Weyr put together. You'd be lucky to have the honor of licking the muck from her paws, whelp, however I don't think I care to leave that much of you intact.~[/i] Indeed, he would gladly tear the Brown limb from limb if given even the slightest chance. ~I would take her over any Queen Pern has to offer, and happily so you useless runt, because her beauty does not lie only in her form, but in her heart. That you cannot see each mark upon her glorious hide is not a scar, but a badge of honor earned protecting the dearest thing to her saddens me, for it says you'd not lay your own life on the line for Your's.~[/color]

He spoke while he turned, so that as he finished his halt and twirl to face the foolish Brown, he was finished, his maw parting and his wings stroking the air to send him at the male. Too close was he to miss entirely, though perhaps if luck was heavy for the Brown, Jakorith might find himself able to avoid a fatal blow. An unharmed escape was impossible though. Typhith only hoped the reds took heed of this and thought better than to continue pursuing the Green, for if they stayed at her when he was done he would turn next on them.

F'st had been about to respond to Tain when he felt the turn in Ty, and his worry mounted higher. His gaze went to the ceiling, as though he could see what was happening through the stone, and he frowned. There was nothing he could do, and yet he worried. Ty outsized the native dragons, and he had experience in fighting. Not much, no, but it was in his blood and he had slain a bronze already. Would more be added to that list, for the crime of laying threat or insult to the darling Green?

He forced himself to try not to worry too much about it, turning his attention back to Tain and forcing a smile. A lifetime? She could have more than that if she wanted it. "Take as many lifetimes as you want, Tain. They are all your's. You can have as much or as little as you like, I'll gladly give it." He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand gently, sliding his own hand to cup the back of her's and pull it away from his cheek. Just as gently he kissed the tip of each finger, his eyes never wavering from her's.

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[Onyxaeon]

Jakorith hissed angrily as talons tore across his neck, slicing mere centimeters away from his eye as they raked down the length of his throat and down to the junction where wing met shoulder. He scrambled, tail lashing out furiously as he hoped to graze the Emerald beast before the pain caught him and his altitude dropped suddenly. Green ichor stained his brown hide as he plummeted, the roar thundering from his vocal chords alerting the Blue Forth to swear to avoid being taken down with his competitor. You blundering fool! Jakorith bellowed as he tried to right himself, his wings snapping out moments before he crashed into the tree tops. Your dear prize is mine, Typhith. She will be twined around my body and Talune seed will spill across her insides! The Brown's voice was raw with emotion: pain, rage, lust. It all collected within his words as his gaze raked across the forest, forcing his wings to pull him further and fly faster even as more ichor drained down his body. It was no fatal wound. An inconvenience, yes, but not life threatening, for which he was both grateful for and slightly insulted by. He deserved a challenge, and this foreign beast was the only willing to accept and even he could not fight to par with he, Jakorith. Now, where was his lovely little whore? Ah! A flash of green!

Typhith! Stop this! I won't have any- The Green's voice had been cut off by a sudden shriek of terror, for as she had risen out of the safety of the trees to cease the blood claiming battle, a bleeding brown hide had crashed into her side, coating her with ichor. Mistith was nimble enough to recover from the initial blow, but her size was her greatest weakness for, as the Brown Jakorith seized her claws in his, she did not possess the strength to break free. Let me GO!!! The Green's tail thrashed until the much larger male's encompassed her own, his talons pulling her closer as he moved to gain altitude with his little prize in tow. Hear her cries! Know she has been claimed! Jakorith's words were not silenced even as Mistith's fangs dug into his shoulder, his tail only twining tighter around the Green's as he prepared to descend with her in full tow. His little whore was feisty, wasn't she? Too bad she could not clutch; it would be amusing to see her swelled with his eggs and to see herself in glorious pain of clutching his young.

The Blue Forth had dropped from the flight and, wisely, he Reds had scattered. Typhith was certainly not going to react at all kindly to this turn of events and, despite their needs and wants, survival instinct escorted them from the skies. It was a rule of thumb you stole no dragon's mate. Especially not when that dragon easily outweighed you by several tons.

Tain's eyes clouded over in fury to the atrocity occurring in the skies. Her Mistith forced? No. Not if she had any say on the matter. Prying herself away from F'st, the Greenrider moved to the ledge and gripped the sides, heaving herself from the waters to stand dripping on the edge of the baths. She could have easily wandered off to tell Jakorith's Mine a series of curses that could make a hardened Dolphineer blush if it had not been for F'st's eyes upon her. Modesty swept color onto her cheeks that was unlikely to be seen in the misty atmosphere. Never the less, she reached for her towel, praying somehow nothing worse was going to occur before this first flight was over and done with.

[Lyrikitty]

The Brown couldn't take a hint it seemed, nor could he process in his meager excuse of a mind that his life had already come dangerously close to a painful end. A wiser dragon would have left. Perhaps a few insults at the Emerald would be made but no action against the Green would come. Instead this fool had the nerve to say he'd take Mistith no matter what, and the Emerald hissed darkly. He ignored the faint sting in his shoulder from the Brown's useless flailing, it was not deep or incapacitating wound, an inconvenience that dripped ichor down his shoulder.

But then Mistith spoke, calling to him for a stop. The very sound of his name from her was a balm and he soothed, for a second at least. Her shortened words followed by cries sent his blood to a new level. Jakorith was trying to force Mistith. It was a sad fate for many Greens, and their riders, but none had gained such devotion from an Emerald as Mistith, and none had been both blessed and cursed by the protection of such a beast.

The Brown stood a chance until he'd crossed that line, and his odds of survival had suddenly dropped to a chance which if it occured to him might have been one of the few things able to remove him from the area, and perhaps even the Weyr. Thoughts of the Flight itself and what Typhith himself could gain had vanished, replaced by pure, feral rage and the need to protect Mistith. Let me GO!!![/color] Those words stained the very vision of his good eye the color of ichor, the whole world taking on a sickly tint, and the Emerald's powerful form came swiftly as Jakorith's taunting words followed Mistith's words.

Too late though, for they didn't even register in the Emerald's mind. Only one thing would work to pay the due to Mistith and attempt an apology for this atrocity...


As Tain rose from the water he could feel the change in her, her eyes clouding in a rage he could not deny. Only seconds after she had wrapped a towel around herself did he feel a wave of Typhith's own rage, no longer held in check by common sense or a want for peace, but let loose to run rampant. His eyes widened and for a moment he felt fear as he almost choked on Typhith wrath.

The Bronze had been bad, but Typhith had thought through those actions in a degree. This... He shuddered and his eyes went to his leggings as he moved from the water and grabbed them, giving Tain a worried look. Her Green was being forced, his Emerald was in a state he'd never seen, and there was a certain Brown who was perililously close to death. "Go ahead and find Jakorith's rider. That Brown is going to be lucky to survive more than a minute." He was tugging his clothing on as he spoke, and he wasn't sure if Tain wanted to warn or berate the dragon's rider. Either way, if she didn't reach him before Ty got ahold of the Brown it would be pointless. Typhith would deliver punishment to the Brown for his actions, and in doing so punish the rider as well for not pulling his dragon back. The words of a Greenrider would be unheard by that point.

/Ty, stop. Don't kill him for the love of Faranth. Tear him off, keep him away, but don't kill./


Typhith didn't hear a word His said, not fully. An annoying slur of words that were fuzzy and unclear tried to break through his mind and failed. Great wings stroked the air feircely to bring him to the Brown and Green, claws reaching out to embrace not the one he loved, but to curls the talons around the base of the Brown's wings at the bone, breaking through the wingsail to clutch tightly.

Not a word came from the Emerald, for his mind was far past speech, his eyes stained with a hue that could have made a Magma shudder as he looked at Mistith, caught by this wretched creature, before his head swung to Jakotith's, maw parting to let a low growl, barely more than a vibration of air, slip from between his fangs. His wings beat steadily, straining at the weight he was putting on them for he was drawing them higher still, adrenaline offering the Emerald a strength unknown. He was going to kill this Brown, but he was going to make sure Mistith was safe first. He needed room for that.

Fast as lightning his head shot forward, neck wrapping around Jakorith's and his teeth resting against the creature's neck. He did not bite, not yet, buth is parted jaws gave all the warning words did not. Move to harm her, think for even a second of doing any more damage to Mistith, and die before you have the chance. His tail snaked 'round to bind the Brown's rear legs at the ankle tightly, enough to cause discomfort he was certain but the reality of this teeth and claws were immensely more dangerous.

Anyone merely watching would be confused, for it looked almost as though the Emerald had embraced the Brown as he carried them higher, his once ruined wing groaning in mild protest, but not threatening to give out yet. He reached an altitude which suited him and slowed, holding them there through sheer force of will and breathed another growl, eyes shifting to Mistith before returning to the Brown. Still no word came forth from his mind, but he made his intentions clear. Let her go.[/size]

[Onyxaeon]

Jakorith glared, many faceted orbs boring holes into the Emerald's hide. A rolling growl rumbled from his throat as the Brown attempted to free his ankle from Typhith's tail. No such luck. His own tail curled around Mistith's tighter blood pounding in his ears and flushing over his hide, rushing to the most intimate of places now pressed against the tiny Green. The slow throb brought his crimson optics back to the Emerald now faintly pressing his jaws against his neck. Another growl and Jakorith's claws gripped Mistith tighter. His prize. His little vessel. Oh, if only the overbearing Emerald could feel what he was feeling! The envy would drive him mad with rage.

Here, clutched between two green beasts, the Brown had allowed himself a treat. What need was there to free fall when a brute of an Emerald would support you while you had your way with his mate? His tail flexed around Mistith's own, releasing just the faintest of pressure so as to fool the Emerald into thinking he was complying. His eyes veiled and were he not a dragon of utmost control, a croon of pleasure would have slithered from his jaws. Another flex of his tail, his grip on the Green loosening further. His eyes caught hers and Mistith averted her gaze. Spoiled. How lovely.

You may have your mate, Typhith. I care not to be clawed any further. The Brown released his tail and claws from Mistith, allowing the Green to slip away from his grip and glide to a safe distance away. There now, all yours. No great harm in competition. His words were manipulating and, if one strained to hear it, they could catch the satisfaction in his tone. Having the Green under the Emerald's nose was almost too delicious to enjoy.


Mistith reeled away as soon as Jakorith had released her, her eyes clouded over in shame. Typhith wouldn't want her now; she was broken, ruined. Soft wingbeats took her to the tree tops again though she did not descend into them this time. Instead she ran her claws and tail against the soft leaves, trying to erase whatever evidence might linger behind. She had shut herself off from Hers as the Brown had defiled her, not wanting the tears that would come to ruin her time with F'st. No, she would tell Hers later when everything was okay and Typhith calmed down. It would be fine then, right? Mine? Mine, I am okay. Please go back to your bath. Take F'st with you, please. It's your day too.

The Green covered her tone well, betraying nothing to her rider as she cast her attention to the Emerald still clutching the Brown above her head. My love, come catch me as I fall. Please. I will take away the stress he has caused you, and you will forget the actions done to make you so angry. Let me fix it, Typhith. Please, come to me now. Let the Brown go.