A whole new game [Open]

[Lyrikitty]

A flurry of claws skittered over the darkened sands of the beach as Vesaleth rushed to her paws and snapped viciously at several males who surrounded her, crowding the Wildfire and making it hard to move.They were eager, they were ready, and they didn't want to add to their disadvantage. Naturally the beasts would all but glue themselves to her hide as they waited for her to Rise. A maliciuos thought had crept into her mind this morning, and the day thus far had been spent tormenting the Weyr's males with a cloying sweetness and enticing them to stick close for when she rose. Only those who stayed near would stand much of a chance after all. She was a Wildfire!

The mere thought made her fairly purr with pleasure, were she a feline she would have. Instead, she settled for a smug look and occasionally swatting away her potential mates when they got overbearing.She delicately settled back to the sand, folding her wings along her sides and rumbling sweetly. ~Mine, are you ready? I grow weary of this game and wish for the fun to begin.~ Mia, who had spent much of the day searching for a place to hole up and see if she couldn't escape the unpleasentries of a mating flight involving her dragon, growled from the thicket of brush she'd found. High on the outside of the Weyr and hard to reach unless on was very determined, as well as being difficult to make out a human figure among the scraggly trees and bushes. Perfect for her purposes. ~Do as you please, Ves. You normally do.~ There was no sting to her words, for they were filled with love, and with them being said the bellow which broke from the Wildfire's maw set much of the Weyr in a flurry of motion.

The red-ish blur which shot into the air at breakneck speeds left behind all contendors, her jaws parting to let loose a glorious challenge. Not to catch her, for tha was almost impossible, but to impress her. ~Come on boys, show me what you've got. You can talk the talk but do you walk the walk?~ An acceptable height reached she halted and dropped like a rock, arrowing down back into the cluster of freshly airborne males, her lithe figure dodging through them until she was beneath and only a dragonlength from the ground. Her paws made short contact with the sand, teasing at it, before she flipped herself back up and circled the males who were somewhat confused, gaining altitude steadily once more and observing closely the crop of contendors that had bolstered the nerve to try and rise to meet her.

Her primary wish was sadly unmet, for no Amber graced her sky. It was a shame, but that deplorable Gold had forbade him from chasing other females. A waste of a perfectly fine beast, if her opinion was asked. Her spirits were brightened at some of the dragons she spied though. Several Illusions, a couple of Bronzes, Browns and Blues. She crooned, inviting her males to show her what they could do, being so bold as to brush herself against a few temptingly before darting away and ahead of the pack, to her rightful place.

[pandoraMisfit]

Nostrils flared, breathing deeply of the heady scent that surrounded him. As he jostled amongst the contenders, Merth snorted. Mine, don’t be so worrisome.

N’yar was fretting. His stupid wherry of a dragon was taking too much of a risk with this one he though. She’ll eat you alive, that’s all I’m saying. To this, the brown dragon snorted again. It’s not like she was a Magma. But that aroma was intoxicating, pheromones sweeping up his nose to incite lust in his brain. He pawed the ground.

And then all of a sudden, it happened. The beautiful wildfire spurred herself into action, taunting both him and the males surrounding him. He crouched low to the ground, then hefted his bulk aloft, which in itself was a miracle. Merth was one of those dragons that preferred to begin his flight with a lazy drop from a handy ledge, but today was different. He had been crowding Vesaleth along with the rest of her suitors, and so launching himself had to be done the hard way. Starining his wings, he flapped upwards, his weight somewhat hindering his ascent. N’yar had to shake his head- the dragon needed to go on a diet, and soon.

His mind was fogged and so it was no surprise that when the beauty dropped like a rock to shatter the cluster of males following her, that Merth faltered, confused. It took a few seconds for him to regain his bearings. Folding in his wings he dropped after her, hissing in annoyance as another barged into him in the descent. He snapped at an Illusion that got too close, paying no heed to rank. This was love, this was lust and he didn’t care who he infuriated. The prize after all, was for the one who was most cunning, most daring. Not that on a normal day anyone would describe the great lump as either of those.

A little late he realised how quickly the ground was coming up to meet him and he flared his dappled wings a little late. His feet skittered and scrabbled against the sand in a bid to maintain his balance, and for once, luck stayed with him. He rose again, gaining altitude. The wildfire was circling the group, teasing little minx that she was. His eyes wheeled swiftly with his desire, her scent once again intoxicating him.

A blue knocked against him in a flurry of wings as she once again took the lead of the pack and this time Merth was even less impressed. He growled menacingly, snapping and hissing until the younger dragon backed off a little. Back off titch, I'm trying to fly here!They remained level pegged for the time being, but at least now the brown had room to stretch his wings. Up. Down. Up/ Down. The steady beat swept the wind in wild eddies. He was probably one of the larger browns in the air, but it might not hold to his advantage. As his rider had surmised in a thought, Merth was fat. Chunky.

Said rider stood on the sands below the formation of dragons, shaking his head sadly. Merth’s lust had not yet clouded his brain so much that he could not tease his dragon for that very fact. This will maybe teach you to lay off the wherries, huh? His mental voice was a mixture of teasing and despair. How he had let it go this far, he would never know. Merth grumbled. He’d show N’yar. The taunting had spurred him on, and in a great downbeat of his wings, he gained a little speed.

[Lyrikitty]

She trilled her exstacy at some of the males who jostled themselves to the front of the pack in the air. How very sweet of them to show themselves and dare to see if they could hold a candle to a Wildfire in her prime. Her crimson eyes, stained bloody hues with her lust, scanned the males now that she'd had a mment to properly assess. One in particular drew her attention and, to some degree, her amusement. A large Brown who was not just large in one way, his figure speaking od enjoying a few too many meals and a not enough exercise. That should be interesting. He thought he belonged in a Flight where the prize was in fine shape, as well as being infinitely faster than any of the males could ever dream of being?

Perhaps it was as a joke, to try and make some laughs or what have you. Ves wasn't sure, and this possibility annoyed her greatly. Bad enough she would not be seeing the Amber she had wanted lifting his glorious mass to the skies after her, but for a pudgey Brown to be tossed in as a possible contendor for the honour of twining his body with her own magnificent figure was a deep insult.

Imagined, of course. She didn't consider the Brown might actually be joining because he wanted her. That would be outrageous after all.

She flipped herself to the left and into a bank of warm air that sent her screaming upwards, aided by the pumping of her wings sending her to a height which made her feel a little light-headed. She'd carried herself above where the thermal would have normally dropped her, and now above the clouds she circled almost lazily to watch beneath her. She'd not have any males come up and surprise her, not this early in her game. The first head to pop up was that of an Illusion, and the Wildfire dropped to pop his upside the jaw with a well-placed thwak of her tail. It was, unknown to her, the same Illyusion who Merth had snapped at earlier. He squealed with indignation and dropped back beneath the clouds, surprised by the Wildfire's attack. No blood or real damage was drawn, only a bruised ego and a warning delivered. They would have to be crafty to get up on her level, not just plow along all willy-nilly. Smugly she began to circle again, waiting for the next to appear beneath her for her to greet and remind who she was.