Bad Romance-Ailith's Maiden Flight-OPEN

[elainsie]

OOC: Finished =)

It was the type of day that held the promise of warmth and sunshine, the last lingering traces of Winter out to rest for another Turn. It was also the first day of the season that Valeena was not seen sporting her altogether familiar wherhide jacket. Even after three Turns of Winter in the North the young woman had not beeen able to adapt to the bone chilling cold, nor did she think she ever would. After all she had been born and raised in the South, near Talune, and the mere idea of the cold sent her teeth chattering and skin to goosebump.

Perhaps it is warm enough that we could go for a swim? The young gold, Ailith, beseeched her rider to which Valeena gave a wary smile and a shake of her head. While it certainly may be warmer than it has been for sometime, it would have to get a good deal warmer before you can entice me to join you in your bath, to which the gold humphed rather irately. Don't despair, you'll still get your bath I just don't want to be doused, however if you're good and keep me rather dry I'll oil you afterwards. Ailith with was a vain creature, and few things pleased her more than having her hide oiled into a golden sheen.

Valeena grabbed the bag of bathing equipment, it making a thumb against her back as she settled in between the neck ridges of Ailith, giving her dragon an affectionate pat. The gold eagerly rose off the outer ledge of the volcano that formed their Weyr, soaring down to the black sands of a nearby beach, for which the Weyr had adopted its name from. Valeena slipped off deftly, and watched as Ailith waded into the water, her body's displacement of it causing waves to lap against the shore. The gold's hide shone and Valeena ferverantly hoped that this was a sign that Ailith was soon to rise, and not merely a trick of the sunlight. Try as she might, Valeena could not banish the uneasy notion that Ailith should have risen earlier. Valeena knew D'myn constantly watched her, as if silently blaming her for the fact her dragon had yet to rise, what could she do about? And yet, as the only gold at Black Sands, the only queen for that matter what with the new mutations, it was imperative that Ailith rose and bore the clutch Black Sands desperately needed. Valeena greatly doubted that if this did not occur D'myn would show much compassion, if he was in fact even capable of such an emotion.

So caught up in her own circling thoughts, the intial change in Ailith was almost missed by her rider. The dragon had been playing happily enough in the water, but now she was thrashing the water into a frothy mass around her, rough tongue running against her teeth as she hissed, and when she turned around to face the shore the twin circles of red peering out of the gold's face was all the confirmation Valeena needed. The Weyrwoman sighed with relief but as Ailith's mind brushed against hers, she realised there was a lot more to occur before she could relax.

Worldlessly the gold rose and made her way to where a group of herbeasts chomped happily on what little vegetation was permitted to grow on the island. Luckily for Valeena Ailith was not far away, as without a dragon to carry her she had to run, and by the time she caught up she was well out of breath, hands on her thighs as she tried to regain composure. The gold hovered in the sky, at a distance so her shadow would not spook the animals, picking out her target. There, the gravid one would be best, Ailith thought and dove downwards plucking the creature up between her claws, which gave a terrified shriek at finding itself airborne. Ailith settled some distance away, herdbeasts running around her in fear, as she sank her sharp teeth into the flesh. There was no one to remind Valeena to exert her control over Ailith, and yet she did not forget. Ailith was stuborn, wanting to tear and rip at the meat, to taste the juices of the animal, however Valeena had not become Weyrwoman because she was weak-minded.

Don't you dare, try and eat the meat. Blood only, Ailith! The gold turned and hissed at Valeena, no one was going to tell her what to do if she wanted meat she would eat meat, Do you want to let the males catch you so easily, show them you have no stamina, because that is what will happen if you will eat the meat. This made the dragon stop. There was no one faster than her, she owned these skies, and if it meant she could only drink blood to prove this, so be it. No male would catch her unless she deemed it so. She found the beasts carotid artery, and pierced it, the sticky red blood filling her belly with warmth. Sucking the beast dry she launched up again, selecting another of the larger beasts, and despite meeting resistance intially, Valeena made sure Ailith only drank the blood, the carcass and it's precious meat being discarded. This process was repeated twice more on the mature beasts, with Ailith's thirst almost sated when she selected a fifth, and younger animal. By now the dragon had no desire for the meat, it was only the blood she craved, and she drank to her fill, throwing the animal away from her when she was down. With a cry that caused any remaining beasts loitering around to scamper she launched into the sky, a figure riveling Rukbhat for brightness, daring the Kings of the Weyr to give chase after her, to rise to the challenge of being her mate.

[Lyrikitty]

D'myn had been keenly watching the Gold Ailith and Valeena, all too aware that the Gold was due to Rise. Past due, if anything. He could not judge by Xan, for the Amber had matured quickly and flown a Queen sooner than anyone would have expected. No, his Amber was an exceptional beast in many aspects. However, judging by his own calculations the Gold still should have taken to the skies for her maiden Flight by now.

The Weyrleader was not the only one who had been watching. The pale eyes of the rider were a great deal easier to bear scrutiny from than those wheeling orbs which belonged to the beast Xanturnoth. The Amber had kept a close eye on the Goldpair as well, and on the occasion he personally could not watch them, Vesaleth did. The pair were notified of everything, and seeing Ailith's hide take a new sheen after what seemed an eternity lifted their hopes, and sent the Amber to the feeding grounds. He'd blooded for several days now, and on top of this he'd guarded the herds viciously. No male of high rank had been able to lay claim to anything. It wasn't enough to kill the others, not even to really harm, but it would slow them in the following chase.

Not that it was a needed action. There would be few who'd have the courage to stand up against the Amber in a Flight when so high a prize was on the line. Xanturnoth was a strategist though, and every advantage helped.

On the morning which would later prove to be of great importance, the Amberpair rose as normal. Long before Rukbat was in the sky they were up, Xanturnoth striking the feeding grounds with a glance to the Wildfires who were guarding the herds. He trusted few others with the task, save for Misery and Greens who were well controlled by Vesaleth, and a few Blues and Browns. He blooded heavily, bringing down six herdbeast and draining them all, leaving the carcasses where they were.

That task out of the way, he moved on, joining D'myn, who had stopped for a quick breakfast in the kitchens, on the beach as they prepared for their morning jog. The thick sand sucked at the fet of the rider, and the paws of the Amber as they moved. Xanturnoth pulled ahead steadily, leaving behind His and made his first of several laps around the island. D'myn would make two, perhaps two and a half, while Xanturnoth could easily pass six if he was so inclined. This morning he wasn't though, and just as D'myn finished his second lap, his bare chest glistening in a sheen of sweat, the Amber slowed to a stop on his fifth round.

The difference in them was notable, for D'myn was winded and the dragon showed no trace of exertion. The pair stood for a moment, Xanturnoth's eyes on D'myn thoughtfully before he passed a look to the horizon, judging the time of day to be early enough for a swim. Wordlessly he turned and padded through the ebony sand and into the water, D'myn following closely.

The cold chill of the water was a releif from the brisk exercise, and both man and dragon revelled in it for a moment. The Amber paddled out a short distance and groaned in pleasure, a rare moment where none but His could see him, and he could relax to some degree.

From there the day went as normal. The pair returned to the Weyr and took over watching Ailith and Valeena closely.

The moment Ailith's shift became apparent, the Amberpair were in action. D'myn moving to the Weyrbowl as Xanturnoth returned to the feeding grounds, taking out three more herdbeast and blooding them, taking care to stay well out of the Gold's way. She could have her space and her run of the world for now, but it wouldn't last long. He'd claim her, as he'd claimed the last Gold to rank Senior in the Weyr, and he'd maintain his position as Weyrking. Satiated, he watched as Ailith caught her final beast, a younger one and drained it greedily. Good. She'd have the energy for a strong Flight, and with any luck on her end she would lay a heavy clutch, and he wouldn't find reason to grow furious with the young dragon.

As her gleaming figure shot into the sky a possessive glint entered his eye, waiting for her to utter her challnge before he took off, casting a look to those he'd commanded to guard the herds. /The males can feed now./[/u][/i]

His body surged into the air and his maw parted to let out a feirce bellow, not only acceptingt he challenge the Gold threw out so carelessly, but daring any other male to show his face in the sky against him. Muscles played along his body as he carried himself after the Gold. He did not have words of passion to croon to her, for that was not his way. He trusted she knew that, just as he trusted she knew he'd kill anything that dared come near catching her at so crucial a time, and for so long as she was ranked Senior Queen. It was no feeling of devotion to her, no love which burned like Rukbat, but the need for power. To that end he'd do anything.

D'myn couldn't help but smile in pride at the Amber as he moved effortlessly through the air. Not only was size on his side, but he had power. Unlike the majority the Amber devoted grueling hours to maintaining his body in peak form, to maintaining muscles which lay on his frame like stone. Added in the bloding the Amber had been doing and there was no chance for any male on Pern to win this Flight. He turned his pale blue eyes from his dragon to seek Valeena, a smirk forming on his lips. She was an attractive woman, he'd enjoy bedding her for certain. Perhaps she could entertain him more often than the last Weyrwoman had, and more willingly. Then again he liked a fight, and if his woman was willing to resist it made things more pleasurable.

Xanturnoth turned his crimson orbs to the Gold, watching her patiently as he gained altitude. He'd let her have her fun, for a little bit. This was her maiden Flight after all, and he could be generous when he pleased. Let her enjoy her moment in the spotlight, and learn what she was capable of. He'd have his moment soon enough, and she'd be his then.[/size]

[elainsie]

Ailith shot a quick glance behind her, no surprises that the amber brute Xanturnoth had given chase. He no doubt would be rather to keen win this flight, and her with it, to retain his position as Weyrleader. And while the young gold did not quite share the same views as her rider in regards to the Amber pair, well Xanturnoth was a rather remarkable dragon to look at, she would certainly make him work for her, to prove that he was worthy to sire her clutch. For Ailith had seen how that Wildfire hung around Xanturnoth, fawning over the amber in a manner Ailith found disgraceful, and she was not the type of queen willing to share. The mere thought of doing such caused her to hiss in annoyance, her tongue slipping out to slap the air in front of her. To think any Wildifre would even dare to compete with her. What an absurd notion, she was a queen, she was beautiful, worth having. And what was the Wildfire if not merely common, by the egg, she could not even bear a clutch. If Xanturnoth truley wanted her, Ailith was determined he would have to give up the Wildfire. If not, well she would see that next time she rose the amber did not win, of that she silently promised herself.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortuantely for the other males, Xanturnoth's presence had not scared away other willing contendors, and this pleased Ailith greatly. She was a queen and she deserved their ardour, their servitude. Let them play against one another to curry favour with her, for Ailith was the prize and one not to be swayed by pretty words and false promises.

Joining Xanturnoth, there were five native bronzes, black star on their right flank marking them as Black Sands' own, a rather plucky brown and a Topaz from Crystal Cavern's which surprised, yes pleased, even Ailith considering the reputation Black Sands had earnt courtesy of D'myn and his scheming.

Ailith knew her strengths and weaknesses. A queen her size was not built for agility, she was built for endurance, and yet she was smaller than the amber that gave chase, who she knew would be one of the few who could match her. This gave her some leeway, would permit her to make certain manouevres that Xanturnoth's mass would make more difficult. But for now she was intent on gaining as much a lead as she could upon the males trailing behind her.

Beating her wide wings against her quickly to propel herself forwards Ailith
allowed herself to be lifted up on a thermal, giving herself a brief respite, before emerging at the top where the air had cooled somewhat, the males trailing down below her. She gave a cry, part taunting and part of mirth to see them weary themselves as they attempted to reach her altitude, allowing Ailith to put an even great distance between her and the pursuers.

The brown, more agile than the others, shot past the bronze and topaz, careful to remain on the blind side of the amber's mass, not wishing to earn his wrath but also wanting to exert his position as a contendor for this, as unlikely as it was that he would win and earn his rider the Weyrleadership. Not to be outdone, one of the bronzes imitated the brown, keeping to the left side of the amber, and managed to gain the height faster than the brown as they climbed upwards, putting an extra spurt of speed as they righted themselves and continued to fly parallel to the ground.

Valeena felt before she saw, the group of riders clustering around her. Although this was her dragon's maiden flight, she was no innocent in such matters, and the melding of her mind with her dragon's sent a shiver of pleasure resting at the base of her spine. With a critical eye she looked over the men closing in on her, her light green eyes meeting the light blue of D'myn's in their appraisal of her. Valeena could not help the grin that came over her face at his apparent appreciation. Just because she disliked the man it did not mean she could not enjoy the obvious compliment to her appearance.

[Lyrikitty]

The first outrage started the instant foreingers appeared in his skies, and it showed in both dragon and man. A narrowing of the eyes, body's tensing, tracking those who didn't belong. Few would notice the change in D'myn as his eyes strayed from Valeena to the riders of the Brown and Topaz, save for perhaps Valeena herself, though Xanturnoth's sweeping search looked far more dangerous. The Topaz was far enough away that he wouldn't concern himself with the foolish beast just yet. There was no danger to his early lead from there, but the Brown... It took him another moment to spy the outsider, and when he did a snarl of fury gushed from his maw.

He'd kill that beast for first daring to enter his Weyr, and then having the gall to edge so very near.

As the Brown and Bronze nearest leveled off he went higher up, ignoring for a moment his position and letting them have a false lead before he leveled off as well, watching the Brown with hate. What a foolish move, to try to gain a lead position so early in the game, more so in his Weyr, when he was flying. No one had invited these foreingers, and in the current times for them to appear at all was reason enough to slay them.

He could feel questions being presented, one of the native Bronzes were among those silently prying, seeking what to do. He thought for a moment, continuing to fly above the rest as he did, not loosing his place but ensuring that the Brown was about to suffer greatly, and the Bronze was at risk for damage as well. /Leave them. The Brown will not live to see Ailith's next act, and the Topaz will be dead by the end of this./ It was a command given only to the few who were questioning, not announced for all to hear.

One the ground people who had nothing to do with the Flight itself formed a loose circle around the participants, ready to grab the outsiders should they come to their senses and try to flee. D'myn, pleased with this, allowed his eyes to return to a more pleasurable sight, watching Valeena as a grin spread over her face that told all he needed to know. She was familiar with the actions that would be following, found them pleasurable even. She'd not be a bumbling fool who cried and whimpered because it was her first time, and dragonlust combined with his own tastes left him rough with her.

Xanturnoth made his move, arching down in a fluid motion and stroking the air as he shot forward, silently comming down on the Brown. It would be far too late for tyhe Brown to escape unharmed, or with only a few scratches. Xanturnoth had calculated carefully, and he knew his own bulk and it's capabilities. He was pure muscle, pure power, and when put into action perhaps one of the most deadly forces on Pern. He tucked his head to present the curled horns which crowned his skull, if he impacted with the Brown's side, ribs would be shattered by those horns easily. Claws outstrethed as well, ready to tear apart wingsail and leave the foolish creature unable to fly.

On the ground D'myn slide into action as well, covering the ground silently and appraoching the Brownrider. His pale eyes held a glint which was often seen when he had cornered something and was about to kill it, and such was the situation.

In a swift movement he oulled a dagger from his pants and stepped close, the blade pressing into the small of the man's back. A wrong move would not kill, but paralyze. Exactly what D'myn wanted. A malicious smile crept over his lips and he chuckled, a sound much like the rumble of pleasure Xanturnoth made as he collided with his prey.

It was not the strike he'd wanted, the Brown had heard him and at the last second tried to flee, but he caught the flank of the Brown, hearing a satisfying pop as the hip was dislocated from the powerful horns, and his claws found home in flesh. He might have released the brute and left him to choose his fate, were the Brown one of his own. Luck was not kind though for the Brown, being an outsider meant you were fated for the black kiss of death if you fell into Xanturnoth's claws. He released onepaws from the Brown, using it to find a better hold and drag him close before the Amber's neck darted forward, his maw closing around the back of the Brown's neck and with a twitst and a sickening, but beautiful, crunch the spine was broken. The body beneath him went limp, and Xanturnoth left it to fall as he stroked the air again, seeking to regain his position in the forward and at the head.

That Bronze would likely be next, he mused, to prevent anything from posing real threat.

Even as he thought that he found his mind going back to the Gold Ailith. It was a shame he'd been forced to bond to Vesaleth. She was manipulative and sly despite all her uses. The Gold would have been a better partner for him. She, at least, wouldn't use subterfuge to get her way he'd wager.

[elainsie]

Ailith was furious at the display wrought behind her, the emotion causing her to hesitate momentarily, which made her even more annoyed as it meant the males who had remained unscathed as a result of Xanturnoth were now closing in on her. The young gold had two decisions, either continue flying on or turn around and interfere. However what she could possibly do if the Amber took it into his mind to kill the other contestants? Ailith gave a screech that floated on the air, making sure that all who gave chase knew of her displeasure. You step over the line. The usually taciturn Ailith bespoke Xanturnoth. Not only do you eliminate my choice of a partner but you take the focus of my flight away from me, which I will not have. You are already at a distinct advantage by your size and physical ability alone. I would rather choose a sire for my clutch who has proven to be a worthy contendor due to his prowess, than one who has brought about the circumstance that he is the only option. You are in a position to be the former, so do it. Impress me. It was hardly flirtatious, Ailith was not that particularl type of dragon, and yet it was the closest she would come to tempting a male dragon with words. The gold had already marked Xanturnoth one to watch, did he really have to exert brute force to seal his fate? Then again Ailith was confident of her position at Black Sands, while the same could not be said for the Amber, at least while the outcome of this flight hung in the balance.

The bronze who had attempted the brown's intial maneuovre dropped back in horror as he watched Xanturnoth tear into the foreign dragon. He was not a particularly brave bronze, although few would be when faced with the wrath of an Amber, and decided that no queen, no matter how beautiful she was, was worht risking his own hide for.

Valeena only half noticed the additional people adding to the circle of which she was centre. What exactly were they doing? Were they merely caught up in the flight and ensuing lust, perhaps waiting for the losers to peel off and see what manifestation their desire may have? Valeena's gaze had returned back to the sky and her main focus, Ailith, in the moment D'myn had attacked the brown rider, a frown creasing her forehead as her attention drifted over to the Amber and his minstrations on the Brown. Now really, what was the purpose of that? Did Xanturnoth think Ailith had such poor judgement that she would choose a brown, a foreign one at that, to father her clutch, she who was queen of Black Sands? That the brown had been injured was a secondary thought, at least it seemed he would live. Or so she had thought. Valeena watched as Xanturnoth swung back for a second attempt. And while the Weyrwoman felt rather disgusted by the whole thing, she could not tear herself away, aware of the rather horrifying beauty of it.

Ailith turned away from the carnage, deciding she wanted no part of it, instead putting all her energy and concentration on prolonging the flight. For everyone knew that the longer the flight, the better the clutch, and Ailith was determined this clutch of hers would be one that all of Pern would want to talk about. The gold barrelled to the right, before desceding down beneath the cloud cover at a rather sharp angle, emerging above the now barren waste that had once been the prosperous Shoreline Hold. If she had descended any further Ailith may have been in danger of making contact with the ground, which no one had been game enough to ensure was no longer dangerous. It was her first attempt at testing her agility versus her males, and while she waited to view the results, Ailith lifted up again, her wings helping her regain the lost altitude buoyed by the higher pressure air beneth. This time she did not attempt to emerge above the clouds, instead using it as a shroud for her to hide between, the gold hoping to confuse her competitors of her whereabouts, at least for a moment or two, allowing her a chance to extend the lead. It was also a rather good vantage point to watch the dragons below, giving the young gold her first real chance to appraise them. The numbers had already ben whittled down with the brown's unfortunate death, and the first bronze's cowardice. Not that that was such a loss as far as Ailith was concerned. Who would want such an easily spooked mate as he had been? She wanted someone who was strong and courageous. Someone who could protect both her and her clutch when the time came. Which left the other four bronzes and Xanturnoth. Oh and the Topaz, although Ailith knew it would not do well for her to choose a foreign consort, and he had done little to earn her favour thus far anyway.

One of the bronzes ruled himself out, having made a shambles of the dive and hitting the ground at Shoreline, and another Ailith decided against, a clutchmate of hers, for she knew the creature to be rather pompous and weakminded.

[Lyrikitty]

As Ailith spun and screeched at him, a display of her overall displeasure at his weeding the ranks and removing one of the outsiders. She should, by all rights, be honoured he only intended to kill anything which dared stand in front of him, or happened to have the misfourtune of being from another Weyr. It meant he was vastly more interested in her than killing.

He listened to her admonishments, and with a gusty sigh he turned his crimson orbs from the males and locked them solely on the Gold.

The greatest insult was out of the skies, at least. As the Brown fell helplessly, all too aware of what was happening as the ground rushed to greet him, the rider of the Brown wailed and gave D'myn the excuse he needed. Not that the rider would be going anywhere anyway. They were on an island, and his mount was about to be no more than a messy spot on the ground. The knife D'myn had placed against the man's back entered flesh and slide with accuracy of practice between the vertabrae, severing the spinal cord and rendering the man in a similar state to his dragon. He went limp, falling to the ground to stare helplessly with a muffled sob as the Brown finally made contact with Pern and life vanished swiftly, bones shattering and tearing organs apart.

Satisfied D'myn stepped back. The Brownrider would be unable to act on the actions which often crossed the minds of a rider who lost their bonded, in fact the man would be unable to move at all save speech and moving his head and eyes.

Xanturnoth rumbled amusement as the Bronze ahead of him fled, not realizing he had been granted a temporary safety by Ailith's good grace. Taking advantage of the restored lead the Amber stroked his great wings through the sky, recovering distance and once more taking a place not far at all behind the Golden beauty he chased.

He did not roll as she did, but instead gave a m oment, adding speed to fly not behind but nearly alongside as she arrowed down, his own great mass, though small for an Amber massive by standard of most, followed suite, wings positioning to send him into a spiraling dive which would have made some sick to attempt. At the last moment his wings splayed wide, his paws mere inches from the ground as the filmy membrane swept through the air to first stop, then hold him mid-air as if to prove his strength. In part he was doing just that. The Gold wanted someone physically worthy of her, who better than he? None in the Weyr could hold a candle to his physical prowess, the raw power which surged in him. He was also a leader, born to rule with an iron claw and not bend to outside forces.

The others were closing in, and with a contemptuous snort he put real power into his wingbeats, lifting hiself once more into the skies after the Gold. She was hidden in the cloud, he knew. He'd not taken his eyes off her since she bespoke him. However he did not fly into the cloudcover and stay. Instead, he stayed just below, tilting his head to watch the clouds and see if he couldn't spy a dark shadow caused by the light above. He'd lost total insterest in the other males by now, and so far as he was concerned they did not even exist.

Ah! There, a flicker of movement, a darker shape in the midst of the haze to his left. Rumbling he rolled off in that direction, tracking the faint shadow carefully until he lifted himself into the cloud bank, not far from the Gold at all. A moment of privacy granted, and a display not only of his physical ability but mental as well, he bespoke the Gold. /If you wish me to leave them unharmed, I will. For this Flight only. Consider it my gift to you that I not slay them all as I have to claim my rank before./[/b] Any who had intimate knowledge of the Amber would know instantly he was indeed giving her a treasured prize, allowing his temper to be momentarily tamed at the reques of another, and agreeing to the terms of anyone but himself. [/size]

[elainsie]

Ailith was impressed as she watched the Amber so deftly pass the test she had set for her males, quietly surprised at how he had managed to make something that his bulk should have made hard relatively easy, his display of intelligence pleasing to the young gold. She revelled in the way his sinewy muscles bunched as he flew, and with a look at the other males knew her choice was made. None could compare to Xanturnoth, both in the physical and mental capacity and she knew that a clutch with the Amber as sire would be a large and healthy one. However she was in for a further shock when the Amber bespoke her, something she had not expected for the male was well known to be rather silent, not unlike herself somewhat, and this extended to mating flights too. Ailith gave a pleased croon. He was willing to do that, for her? Or for the Weyrleadership? Did it even matter, for without her he would not have the latter. So be it, let him have both. Ailith did not bother to turn her head around, but bespoke the males behind, now rather inconsequential in her thoughts, but they at least deserved something. You may all leave now, as much as I have appreciated your presence, I have made my deicision. To the amber alone, I am yours. Claim me. With a final sure she shot forward, her muscles protesting at the effort it took to propel her but Ailith continued on, knowing it would not take the Amber too long to catch up, he was practically neck and neck with her now, if at a somewhat lower altitude, this last display more about pride. The gold would not quietly acquscie whilst hovering for Xanturnoth to catch up, she wanted to be caught good and proper.

The andrenaline surged through Valeena's body, combined with the lust an altogether heady mixture. Having her mind combined more tightly with Ailith's than ever before she too had heard the Amber's message, and suffered somewhat of a similar reaction as her gold had. Had she misjudged the pair? Could D'myn perhaps be tempered a little? And was his desire for power really that awful, for was that not what she herself wanted also? Valeena considered this for a brief second wondering if the two had a shared future that could seem them having power well above any ordinary Weyrleaders, and could not deny the thought excited her in a way little else had for some time. Feeling the flight reach it's conclusion she took a step towards D'myn, the reinforced Weyrleader of Black Sands, and grabbed at the front of his shirt, pressing her body against the length of him, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of lust and ambition. "I believe you're mine now."

[Lyrikitty]

As the Gold Ailith made her choice, one which had been all but secure from the start so far as the Amber was concerned, satisfaction filled his being. He fought back the tempation to gloat, though a swift message went to several dragons of the Weyr to incapacitate, but not kill, the Topaz the instant he landed. The same went for the intruder's rider. Of course if the dragon could go no where the rider would be stuck as well, but that was of little consequence.

Ailith shot forward, despite having made her choice, and he knew why she'd done it. For the same reason he'd made sure the Brown didn't last to the first chance to display real potential. Pride was a powerful thing, and that the Gold was no meek fool who'd hang in the air and wait on him pleased the beast greatly. His own body, so carefully cultivated to extremes in fitness, showed not the signs of fatigue her own muscles gave as she forced herself to continue, and absently he wondered if she'd be one he could coax into joining his daily jogs. She stood no chanceof matching his pace and distance at a start, but the idea appealed none-the-less. If anything, the idea of claiming a mate who was in similar conditioning to himself was rather mouth-watering. But such things could wait. Now... Now he had to catch her and prove she'd indeed selected the very best of the best. He surged forward with a powerful stroke, flexing his muscles as he pulled truly even with her, tilting just enough to come from beneath her as he flipped himself, the same claws which, time and time again, had wrought pain and even death to those who'd angered him reached for Ailith, no rage sending them into action but lust instead. He did not offer sweet croons or a warble of pride, did not think to even act to nuzzle her gleaming hide as he puled himself flush to her, his bifurcated tail twining with her's. There was pleasure to be had, yes, but he was no tender beast like his sire with a mate. He was an Amber.

He did not furl his wings, no, but instead went on and kept them wide. He stood half-again her size, so much larger, so much more powerful. It was a chance for him to show this in yet another way. His great wings raked the air and lifted them several meters, a chance to add time to the duration of this moment, to ensure this clutch would be well worth it not only for himself but for the young Gold. It would be her first, and while he had sired large clutches before the first for many queens was smaller than what they produced later on. He wanted to counteract this as best he could, his Weyr deserved nothing less. With the altitude gained and a sting forming in his wings he let them curl to his frame and start their fall.

As Valeena grabbed his shirt, pressing against him in what was a vaguely agressive want, he growled with lust and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, letting it slide lower so his forearm was just under the curve of her butt, his back bent slightly. In a fluid motion he lifted her and smiled wickedly, a faint promise of carnal pleasure flashing in his icy pools. Her's, she said? He'd see who came out on top soon enough. Like his Amber the tease of a challenge, of something that wouldn't roll over in submission was tantalizing, delicious. "We'll see." The words were said in a low voice, rumbling as he strode into motion, her weight seeming like nothing to his toned figure. Xanturnoth was to thank for that, as was the adrenaline and lust which pounded through his veins. He exited the Weyrbowl, kicking the door to the first empty weyr open and without looking stepped in. A feral smile slide onto his lips as he watched the woman. She was attractive, and this was going to be an enjoyable Flight for not only the Amber but the rider as well. Their rank was still held in firm grasp, and their partners were far from dull.