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Post by elainsie on Dec 29, 2008 2:44:34 GMT -5
How long had it been since they had taken to the sky? M'lon-Okasrith had no sense of just how much time had passed, how long the pair, connected by their life-bond, had been faithfully chasing after the silver, sheen of Kiareth's hide. They had answered her call promptly, following the female through intricate maneuvers as other dragons fell to the task, had managed to pull out of the death-defying dive before plunging to what was inevitably a hard and an unpleasant landing mat and now the gleaming prize of their endeavors was dangled out tantalizingly in front of the pair.
It would only take just one more final surge of energy, if they could just push a bit further, causing the blood to beat that much harder, to pump muscles already pushed to extreme. Kiareth was so close...With a quick glance to either side he realized that he was in the forefront, the other two dragons somewhere outside the range of his fast whirling eyes, though most certainly not in front...**Now** the pair cried in unison, finding that last shred of energy to dart forward only to have the whole thing come crashing down around them.
They had timed the movement right, would have been neck to neck with the silver had she not turned tail and once again changed direction. It was with resigned anguish they watched her fly away, their depleted energy sources barely keeping them steady within the air, watching as she flew to the roan and brown. So caught up in the desire to win this flight they had been oblivious to the incident between roan and brown. With utter exhaustion Okasrith watched on, perplexed.
It was not unheard of for dragons to become violent in a flight, Okasirth had been on the receiving end of such before however it seemed as if it was more than mere flighting lust that spurred the brown on in his attack of the roan. True, Okasrith had not been thrilled by the addition of the foreign dragon, but as angry as he could get in a flight, never would he lose all sight of the real goal, and turn on a fellow competitor. However it was the intervention of Kiareth that rankled the most.
Okasrith-M'lon had followed her every whim and requirement in the sky, remained by her side since the beginning and at the first sign that the brown may not be as interested in her as he was in the roan, she had turned one-eighty. Ironic that the one being chased had decided she instead would do the chasing. Deciding he had seen enough of such ridiculous antics, and feeling the sting of rejection, Okasrith slowly spiraled down back to the weyr, ready for the comfort and reassurance to be had in his weyr-couch.
The tight mind link between the two dissolved, M'lon gave a shake of his shoulders, stretching muscles that had been held taunt during the flight. Unfortunately while Okasrith was ready for a sleep, the lust still lingered over M'lon. The all too familiar flame burned within, the type only a jump in the icy depths of the lake or a willing partner could relieve. Deciding he much rather liked the sound of the latter, the blue rider left the three remaining riders, in search of perhaps another casualty of Kiareth's flight.
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Post by Lyrikitty on Dec 31, 2008 9:07:22 GMT -5
Seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.
.::V'yal~*~Chayth::. [/b] Claws reached out, deadlyu talons yearning for a taste of his flesh, and he was caught, not badly, no, not enough to cripple, or even grant the Brown the pleasure of Chayth-V'yal limping, no, but the Roan felt the yeild of flesh and the run of blood over his flank, and a growl rippled in his throat as he spun, wrenching away from the Brown and hissing balefully. He was no violent beast, avoided fighting more than most, and comming from Eden that was more of a task than most imagined. He'd not come to this Weyr, to Talune, to battle some foolish Brown, he came to fly. To feel the rush of adrenaline as he chased after a prize unknown, after a stranger who's beauty was greater than any other, for every Flight was like that, at least the ones that occured outside of Eden. He knew the females there, knew them well. what jopy was there in chasing a Jade, who was quicker, more agile, able to fly loops around him, and who hadn't a lick of sense? Of course there were other colors, no mutation had been turned away from Eden yet, but Chayth-V'yal enjoyed the exotic. A blessing, the Silver jewel was comming closer, to them! A croon slid from his jaws, forgetting entirely the irritating Brown, and his stinging hide, until he was ignored, the female choosing the Brown. Oh what horrid luck... What deceitful fate had tricked him? With a snort, he slammed his wings through the air, soaring high to search for cold waters. His was below, their link breaking even as the man exited the group, headed for open ground to have his friend pick him up. Chayth saw the colorful torso of His, swooping down to land neatly beside him and crouching, his blood boiling with the supressed lust and the sting of loss, of being beaten. As V'yal vaulted to the roan's back and settled, careful not to land wrong and hitt he marks on his Roan's hide, Chayth sprang into the air again, sweeping his wings powerfully until he was high enough to Between back to Eden, back to a lake not far from the Weyr that was likely coated with a thin layer of ice by now. [/color] Word Count: 441 Characters: V'yal of Chayth Notes: My poor baby. T-T He's so depressed now. XP [/center][/size][/color][/font] |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 31, 2008 21:46:58 GMT -5
You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.
|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] So close. So very close to tearing into the tendons that connected the Roan's wings to the rest of his body. So close to watching him fall from the sky, and crash into the hard soil below. And yet, it wasn't enough. His claws merely passed over the other male, slicing a nice gash, but nothing compared to the deepness of what he had originally intended. And the cause? Oh, the reason for his pulling back, for his failure, was the lovely Kiareth. Silvers were no beasts of violence. They were not prone to anger, or even tempers, so it was no surprise that this Silver did not want to see blood split during her flight because she would indeed see it as her fault, and the guilt would consume her. She had distracted him from his blood thirsty intentions, had abruptly changed his course when her wing reached out, batting his head and sending him just slightly off of his murderous path. But it had been enough to make all the difference. Because of her, Chayth wasn't limping. Because of her, the Brown had lied. But, he could not blame her for that, because she had given something in return. Oh, yes, what a lovely treasure in return.
Her siren call had lured him away from the Roan, away from tearing into the other dragon's thick hide. Her coaxing had pulled him closer, literally, her paws entangling with his own as her tail moved to as well. Well...Perhaps losing the battle was worth it for this. His distaste would always linger, no doubt, but it was creatures like Kiareth that put that thought to the back of his mind, because it wasn't so important as this. No, never. You are right, beautiful Kiareth. I am sorry to spoil your flight, but the end is worth it, I swear it to you. His paws intertwined with her own drew her closer, tail snaking its way around her own as his wings tilted, angling the two bodies toward the ground and sending the swirling mass of silver and brown spinning into a dive. His neck curled around her own tenderly, the Brown shutting His from the forefront of his thoughts, because it wasn't needed anymore. No, his rider was already long gone in his own little world far down below, and Masinanth was quite taken as well.
Below, D'nasrin moved forward, his body pushing past a departing M'lon to reach Lek. She was still watching the falling dragons, lost in the beauty of it all, he supposed. It truly was a captivating sight. Padding swiftly up, D'nasrin came behind the Silverrider, his arms encircling her waist, a slow shudder of his dragon's lust seizing his spine that led to a soft, airy kiss at the base of Lek's throat. Conquer Masinanth had.
Word Count: 486
Notes: -Heads desk repeatedly- Wow, that sucked. -.- |
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Post by Desert on Dec 31, 2008 22:33:13 GMT -5
Relief washed briefly through the silver. The fight had been diverted, and the Eastern dragon flew off with only superficial gashes on his shoulders. She had been successful in her attempts to divert Masinanth's attention from mauling the roan. It was good that no lasting damage had been done -- that would have truly ruined the Flight, and exactly as Masinanth predicted, guilt would have nibbled painfully at Kiareth, for if she had not thrown herself into the sky, the roan would not have shown up in Talune.
But, it couldn't be helped. That roan should have known better than to poach other Weyrs' females, and perhaps he did deserve getting marked up a bit. Kiareth saw the scars left by a bone's sharp wing-spikes; so this wasn't the first time he'd been punished for poaching. Hopefully this would cement the lesson in his head to keep his chasing to his home Weyr. Surely the females there -- Eden's agile jades -- were enough to satisfy his needs.
As Masinanth pulled himself closer, Kiareth looped her silver neck slyly around his, twining them even tighter, until from the ground they were one entity, with four sets of wings flared to stabilize them in their glide. Their hearts beat in unison, pulsing strong and fast, fueled by lust and passion, as they twisted into one single creature of the air.
It always is, dear Masinanth. I am glad you decided to end it this way, and you did not stain this glorious event with blood.[/b][/color] Quite a poetic turn of phrase for Kiareth.
On the ground, Lek tore her eyes away from the gray and brown blur. The soft pressure of D'nasrin's lips on her neck brought her back; not entirely to her own mind, for it was still melded with Kiareth's, swept up in the tide of desire and pleasure, but she realized that while the airborne part of her was getting what it needed, the other part was not. Her own body burned with desire, her own skin alive, each touch sending a jolt of electricity shooting through her.
The overwhelming tide of lust erased all her usual timidity and she twisted in D'nasrin's arms and reached up to weave her fingers in the brownrider's hair, pulling him down so that she could claim his lips hungrily. Not while her dragon was twined with another in the sky was Lek shy and unassuming; right now, she was just as assertive and demanding as any woman with five times her attitude. Her body knew what it needed, and it was going to get it.[/size][/color][/font]
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Post by Onyxaeon on Jan 3, 2009 2:09:00 GMT -5
You gotta give me what's mine.
I want you to burn, I want you to steal.
I want you to bleed, and see how it feels.
I want you to beg, I want you to crawl.
Give more than you take, and smile through it all.
And know that everything you do, I do it for you.
|!/|D'nasrin|!!| Masinanth|\!|[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] The allure in the ecstasy of falling was nothing short of heavenly. The wind sliding over ones hide in a delicate caress, the clouds that surrounded you at all angles colliding, breaking apart as they were impaled by the weight of both spiraling bodies, was bliss. Perpetual bliss where no end could be found aside from the incoming ground, fast approaching as both Kiareth and Masinanth free fell in their blinding lust. But even such a wonderful thing couldn't last. Their combined weight had provoked gravity, and they had only seconds before they would be crushed. Time to let go, to allow the remaining desire to sweep over their riders as the outlet, because falling again was never the plan with the Brown. Some playful Greens would do so many times, but not he, not Masinanth. In his mind, you do it right the first time; no second chances.
Dear Kiareth, I've followed you through skies and now, well, now it's my turn to let go. You came free, and you will be again. I'll linger, should you choose. But it would be a crime of darkest intent to cage you. The Brown, so tenderly clutching the spirited Silver twined around his body, lifted his head slightly, forked tongue rasping gently over her jaw before he began to swift process of disentangling himself from her. Find me shortly. I need to explain my reasoning for earlier. With his claws the only things holding him to Kiareth, Masinanth gave a light push, his body moving away from hers and, just as suddenly, his pinions flaring out to catch the wind. A sleek streak of brown curved upward in a sharp glide, the beast circling a minute before landing near the soft sands around the lake. His head tilted, turning to catch a faint glimpse of His. Now, it was his Mine's turn.
D'nasrin's own lips returned the fiery dominance that had washed over Lek, the Silverrider tangling herself in his hair as the heat began to drown the both of them. Ah, the beauty of a flight. It had been awhile since he last tasted this feeling, this mindless desire for someone he barely knew, and it would be awhile before he gave it up, he managed as a last fully conscious thought before his dragon's lust guided his actions. In one swift motion, he scooped the Silverrider up, cradling her against his chest, never allowing for that break to occur when their lips were almost faithfully sealed to the others. He barely saw where he was heading, didn't fully take account for the direction where his feet were heading, although her guidance, her knew, had sent him someone close to her weyr. Maybe her neighbors. Scorch it; he didn't care where he was or who bothered to walk in. They'd leave soon as they caught sight of the two. After all, it wasn't uncommon for people to end up in the wrong weyr in this state. |
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Post by Desert on Jan 3, 2009 21:58:42 GMT -5
Two twined bodies gliding through the sky, sunlight glinting off their twisted forms... it was heaven. Kiareth was lost amid the sea of sensations, her mind lost amid the pure bliss of the moment while she was curled to tightly, so possessively around her brown's body.
Indeed, in that moment he was very much hers; for had she not picked him out above all the others? Over the clever blue who had gotten so very close while Masinanth was punishing the intruder? Usually, Kiareth let that happen -- let the fastest, smartest dragon twine with her, the one who had the skill to stay with her through all her teasing aerobatics and teasing tricks. If she hadn't had to break up the fightit would be Okasrith's harper-blue hide that formed the other half of the blotch of color sweeping just above the trees.
Kiareth could have chosen the big roan; he was strange, new, and in the beginning when he first joined, Kiareth had been delighted that he would come all the way from Eden just to give chase to her. Chayth had been much bigger, and fresher than any of her other pursuers. And he had been exotic, like nothing that existed in Talune. The thrill of a foreigner on her tail had almost been enough to win her favor, until the brawl had started.
But no, Kiareth had picked Masinanth. She had been faithful to her Weyr and picked a Talune brown over the intruding roan. In this moment, as they were coiled so tightly together and engaged in the glorious union that strengthened bonds -- both between dragons in the Weyr, but between dragon and rider -- the two were almost as one. She was his, and he was hers as they curved gracefully toward the ground below.
The silver felt a pang of regret when Masinanth deftly peeled himself away. They had been too close to the ground, and the Flight had been so short. Too short! She creeled unhappily as she flared her own wings, the pale fingers grasping at the air to cup in in front of her. The waters of the lake shimmered and sent intricate reflections dancing across her glossy hide. She banked agilely and swooped toward the shore where Masinanth waited, letting her forepaws skim the water and spray the cool liquid up onto her body. Her blood was still boiling a bit from the Flight.
In a flurry of wingbeats and frantic eddies of sand-laden sand, Kiareth touched down on the beach and strolled up to the brown. She extended her iron-gray head to nuzzle under his jaw and crooned softly. You need not worry about me feeling as if I am caged,[/b][/color] she said, her lower jaw gaping slightly in a smile. I am not some flirty green who flits from mate to mate like a tiny bird.[/b][/color]
The sun above was suddenly blocked out as they wntered an empty weyr. If Lek had had the presence of mind to look around, she would've noticed that it was indeed her own. But that was the farthest thing from her mind -- even though Kiareth was just now swooping low over the waters of the lake to land, she was just getting started.
The diminuitive silverrider's arms were still locked around D'nasrin's shoulders, clutching at him desperately. Her breathing was fast, she sucked it greeding through her nostrils, unwilling to pull her lips from the brownrider's to inhale through her mouth.
Her heart rate thundered, sending blood rushing through her body, spiked with hormones. Every nerve in her body was alive and sending off sparks, her veinsd almost burning with passion. She parted her lips slightly and her tongue slipped out, working its way lustily into D'nasrin's mouth, scouring his gums as if trying to memorize the contour of his mouth.[/size][/color][/font]
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