Flight: Scarlet Thunder [Any Males]|

[xena2009]

Varess could feel it in her blood. Something just didn't feel.... right. She smiled politely to a passing bluerider and noticed an odd look on his face. She continued on her way to the Dining Cavern for a fresh cup of klah. Anything really to wake her up more. She filled her cup and greedily drank it and then refilled it again. This time she didn't get to drink it. She stopped, the rim of the cup half way to her lips.

A screech from outside was heard.

Varess's eyes widened in surprise. "About sharding time," she whispered before turning on her heels and running out of the Dining Caverns.

A shadow fell over her as her scarlet lifemate glided to the feeding pens. Jassth landed on a buck with a resounding thud. She threw back her head and screeched again her disdain for being ordered to blood her kill by a tiny two-legged female.

Drink it only! Varess commanded her scarlet behemoth of a dragon child. She asserted her will and won. Jassth blooded only one more buck before she gage a blood curddling roar and took flight. Her scarlet hide shining with a pulsing blood red glow. No male here is worthy!

[Lyrikitty]

A low snort rose from the almost blunt muzzle of the Roan, his head lifting curiously. Odd... It seemed that he had somewhere to be today, not lazing about Eden Weyr-

With a jerk the Roan was on his paws, shaking his head at his own foolishness. Of course, he should have been off to Talune hours ago, today there would be a Flight. Something told him he had a little time though, before he would have to worry about another late appearance, and so he strolled away from their weyr, to the feeding pens, and masterfully downed a buck, not feeding, but blooding it. He'd had a rought ime with the last Flight at Talune, a Brown had been ready to tear his head off. This time would be different, the Roan would have an added bit of energy, unknown to the rest, he would have an edge. As hot blood flowed from the neck of the beast chayth lapped it up, until the flow was done and the beast dry.

A pang of guilt at the waste of meat struck him, until she saw a Cyan eyeing the kill greedily, so with a shrug, chayth left it to the runty creature, swaggering off to wake V'yal with an impatient bugle at the door.

V'yal roled off his bed, taking half the skins with him, and glared at the Roan, knowing well chayth couldn't see him, and knowing even better what the Roan wanted. Of course he'd want to go if there was a Flight. Pulling a pair of dark brown leggings on, and boots, V'yal hurried out the weyr, dismissing the riding straps to climb his way up to Chayth's ridges. "You blooded, didn't you? Cheater." Shaking his head, he eyed the Roan beneath him, the rich colors of the hide, salt and pepper up close, but from a distance dark blues and blacks, admired the heavy musculature of the entire beast, not an ounce of fat on him, all of it earned through endless drilling and training.

Smugly, chayth gave a vague shrug and crouched, leaping to the air and sweeping his wings swiftly to bring him high enough above the ground to safely i]Between[/i]. Despite Chayth's general lack of intelligence, Flights seemed to be a specialty for the dragon, one area where he naturally excelled. Another was locations. So often he came and went from Weyr to Weyr, there was not a place on Pern the dragon didn't know like the back of his paw. Having been in Talune not long ago, chasing the Silver -Kiareth, he thought her name was- the bowl was easily pulled into vision, and as they appeared, just a dragonlength above the ground, Chayth warbled. "Showoff."

V'yal sighed, swinging down to hang from Chayth's arm, until the Roan had lowered himself enough for V'yal to drop unharmed to the ground, saving the time and energy of landing and take-off again. As his feet touched the ground, V'yal absorbed the slight jolt in a crouch, standing quickly and looking about. The rider had to be around somewhere... Ah, there she was. He moved with a power that rippled through his body, the images inked to his skin playing over his torso and armgracefully. So far as he could tell, he was one of the very few to bear such things, for he'd discovered the art by pure accident. The colors were rich, the dragons depicted each held a place in history, save for the Roan. Chayth made his appearance there only because V'yal couldn't think of a reason the Roan he'd impressed shouldn't be there. Striding over the ground, covering it quickly with pride that despite their distance Chayth was the first to join, and they were right on time for this one, V'yal made his way to the woman, taking a spot near her, and turing his gaze to the sky as his mind locked firmly to Chayth's, and they became one.

No longer just Chayth, but now Chayth-V'yal, parted his jaws and bugled as he shot upward, his great wings rowing at the air easily, the engery of his early meal giving him more strength than he'd though. Good. He had a feeling he would need it, lately the males he competed with were geting more and more protective of the females, seeing chayth not as someone who enjoyed the thrill of the chase, who took pleasure in the tact of courting, of wooing. Where he was concerned, he was not a paocher, for even when he did catch the females, he didn't take them away from their Weyr. True, there were times he might stay with them for a short while, but alas, eventually the call of Eden brought him back home, and he resumed his former ways.

As his eyes wheeled a lusty crimson, ruby jewels placed in his blue-ish skull, he bugled again, softer this time, as he drew closer to the Red. Ah, she was a lvoely creature, much smaller than he, but undoubtably perfect in this moment. None could compare to her beauty as blood rushed through ehr body, hot and needy, none could compare to the wonder of her as she soared through the skies, ready for a male worth her to appear. Of course no male here is worthy, that is why I came. You are much to precious a jewel to be wasted on those brutes. His vocie was smooth, cultivated, a wry smile tugging one side of his maw into a lopsided smile as he drew even finally to the Red, his neck arching coyly, playfully. He was feeling good today, ready for the challenge Reds were known to be.

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Word Count: 1042
Character: V'yal of Chayth
Notes: I don't know why I bring him in so often, though he's my only male dragon at the moment. *pets my little whore of a dragon* I can't wait for WoP to have enough members for Chayth to stay in Eden. XD[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

Today was going to be a great day, M'lon was sure of it. He could not place his finger on why today would be any better then the day before, which had met all the criteria of a good day. It was not as if it were a restday, there were no Gathers to be visited, no plans made to be eagerly anticipiating. And yet when he woke up, stretching languidly across the length of his bed, he just felt that all over warm and delighted feeling that comes with the knowledge that the day would bring far more joy than despair. It was a nice feeling and brought a wide grin to M'lon's face as he washed his face in the bowl of water at the end of his bed.

Dressing quickly, or at least what could be regarded as quick for M'lon when choosing apparel, the blue rider checked on Okasrith, still asleep, and then made his way down to the Dining Cavern, hoping that a batch of warm rolls would be set out. The flaky pastries were a particular favourite of his for breakfast, and as luck would have it, the apprentice baker was setting out a tray just as he arrived at the long table. If there was to be any sign to confirm M'lon's own suspicions it was this. He eagerly piled his plate up, poured himself a cup of klah, and sat amongst a number of riders within his wing, happy to listen to the conversation bubble about him as he munched on his food.

M'lon remained there for nearly a candlemark before, excusing himself from the group and agreeing to meet up at the noon meal. It was as he made his way out of the Dining Hall that he noticed Varess walk pass him. While oblvious to much M'lon was attentive to two things; potential Candidates and the rider of a proddy dragon. Of course Varess may well have been the former at some stage but no doubt at this current moment in time she belonged to the latter group, and the thought excited him. He did enjoy a good flight, as much as Okasrith, and he was sure the blue would fly after the scarlet, particularly after the recent defeat of silver Kiareth.

M'lon was pleased to see the young woman give him a smile, whether it was simple courtesy or not, it brought a particularly prettiness to her face in the blue rider's opinion. With a brilliant beam of his pearly whites, he returned the gesture, and then continued on his way back to his Weyr where the slumbering blue had finally awoken.

However by the time M'lon reached his weyr and went to check on Okasrith, the weyr couch was empty, no signs left of its occupant. }:Your thoughts were correct. Crimson Jassth is blooding her kill, and I am determined not to lose this time. I will win her and her rider for both of us.:{

M'lon nodded his head in agreeance, surely it was their time today. It was not possible to win every flight, he accepted it with some reluctance, but he also thought that perhaps the reason he had woke up feeling so good, boded well for the outcome. M'lon could hope. **I know you will do your best. Fly hard, far and fast.**

And with that M'lon made his way back down the steps he had only moments ago come up from, keeping his eyes peeled for the sight of the Crimson rider he had spotted earlier. [/color][/size]

[xena2009]

Jassth growled at the Roan. Though she looked him over and gave him a wink. She was not surprised when she recognized blue Okasrith. She rumbled with laughter. It would be a merry chase indeed. She turned to the Roan and Blue. Keep up! If you can. Now, there was no time for words. She turned on her speed and took off from the Roan and Blue's persuit. She turned her nose up and beat her wings steadily to gain more altitude. She knew it would cost her strength, but she needed the altitude to give a good flight. Or even a desent flight.

On the ground, Varess had made her way to one of the flight weyrs and stood in the center of the room. And a moment later her mind was joined with her lifemate. Jassth was now Jassth/Varess. Varess had recognized bluerider M'lon. Though she didn't know V'yal. She didn't know him at all and was a bit nervous of his dragon joining the flight. She trusted Jassth to choose a winner.

Jassth/Varess decided to have a little fun with the Roan and Blue. She tucked her wings and dove down. Right past the two males. She didn't see any other males chasing, but that didn't get her down at al. She opened her wings to break her downward momentum and then shot back up at an incredible speed. Still around, boys? The scarlet dragon tuanted her pursuers.

As she gained more altitude, the scarlet added turns into her flight. First there was a left, and then a right, and then another left. She dove down to then turn her nose up and beat her wings until she almost did a complete belly over in flight. She righted herself and was flying right toward the Roan and Blue. And she could feel her energy fading. Though she still had one more trick to pull.

She banked a hard right. It costed her a good dragon-length or two. She pumped her wings to stay ahead of the males, but her strength was giving out on her. She used one last surge of energy that made her shoot further ahead of the males chasing her. She turned back to the males and flew at them at an angle. She felt her energy falter at that moment and growled. She had to choose... Now! Her wings faltered and she bumped up against the Roan.

It looks like you win, Roan. Jassth's mindvoice was tired, just barely above a whisper.

Varess felt herself coming back to her own body and felt strange, but in a good way as the lust was still in her system. She spotted the new person near her and guessed he was the Rider of the dragon that had caught her lifemate. She walked over to him and kissed him on the lips.

[Lyrikitty]

Chayth-V'yal had followed dilegently, knowing well that the Red female would wear herself out quickly if she continued through the countless tricks she pulled, and he was rewarded in the end, for after following at her tail through every twist and turn, rise and fall, it was he who she turned to. With a croon, he coiled his neck with her's, twingin his tail and locking claws with the female as they fell. Ah, this was what he lived for! This was what he was made for! To chase and catch the beautiful females of Pern, to prove himself among the best, not just in his own Weyr, but in others as well. Never was his passion greater than when he managed to beat out the males of other Weyrs on their home-turf, never was it as good when he knew not a soul. For then and only then did he prove he really was the best. Then he did prove that Eden was better than all!

V'yal wrapped his arms around the woman as she turned to him, for he'd never strayed far from ehr side, keeping his position matched with chayth's own through the flight, his lips finding her's hungrily, the fire of dragonlust burning in his chest, his body, demanding he feed those flames until they were no more, until they had burned out of their own accord.

Unlike his Roan partner, V'yal did not live for the Flight, did not thrive on the thrill of it, though he never complained when Chayth made a point of attending every Flight he could. The exercise, if nothing else, was good for the Roan, for few things were as tiresome as a Flight, few things tested a dragon in every sense, pushed him to every limit. He knew they were ill-received in some Weyrs for the Roan's notable desires, but it changed nothing.

As their descent quickened, Chayth splayed his wings, filling them with air to make the moment last longer, to keep their beautifully twined figures aloft for so long as he could. It was a trick he'd learned from experience, from the bitter ending of each Flight. How he'd longed to make them last longer! How he'd yearned to find some way to draw out the inevitable! But as time went, he thought of it, let them free-fall for a heartbeat or two, and then expand his wings, slowing them as much as he could so that their fall was more of a drift. It gave him more control over it as well, judging how they fell, and where.

But in the end even his tricks could not keep them in the sky forever, and the ground drew closer, finally to the point where he had to break away from the embrace, from the moment of passion that matched no other. As he untangled himself from the scarlet body he carressed her shoulder with his maw, turning away to glide down to the ground and land lightly on the shores of the lake. He would wait for V'yal to be done as well, for the rider to work off the effects of dragonlust, and while he waited he would rest. Chayth was a young beast yet, and fit, but even he was worn down by the Flight, short though it had been the Red had done a dizzying array of tricks and maneuvers, which he'd forced himself through to keep after her, to keep close and to do all he could to sway the favor to him. His wings furled to his sides, the salt and pepper coloring that looked a deep blue from a distance, his darker neck, almost black, arched for a moment as he stretched the muscles there, and through his back, before settling to his belly on the ground. It had been a good Flight, one he'd enjoyed, though he could think of no Flight he didn't enjoy.


Word Count: 683
Character: V'yal of Chayth
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[elainsie]

Okasrith was displeased to find that the Roan had yet again invaded a Talune flight. Would he be forever competing against the larger male for female dragons which by all right should be flown by himself, or at the very least another Talune dragon? He let his maw drop with an angry growl, though this was as far as he would go in showing his irritation. He was no brown to go attacking the other dragon.

Shooting up into the air, his wings slightly buffeted by the cool breeze blowing across the area, he easily spotted the crimson against the pale azure sky. Her hide shone enticingly, as his mind blended into M'lon's, the anticipation of the flight causing the adrenaline to rise, and his heart to send more blood coursing towards his muscles. M'lon-Okasrith felt confident. Had not M'lon said today would be a good day? Surely he had meant this. They would win the flight, both more than content with Scarlet and rider.

He had to admit, her was rather surprised that she would start the more tiresome tricks and turns so early into the flight. However it was not as if she needed a long flight for a clutch, so perhaps it was not so unsual as just unexpected. He folded his wings down against his slim body as he went into the first of a series of turns. By the time the Crimson seemed bored of that he felt rather dizzy, content to just fly in a straight line for sometime. Of course Jassth seemed ill content to do so, and then flipped over, head over tail. For such a short flight, Okasrith could feel his own energy levels dipping. There had been many intricate maneouvres that while easily performed by a dragon of his size and stature, readily drained him. It seemed the Roan fared better, Okasrith noticed as he glanced over at his competitor, although the Crimson was showing signs of exhaustion and Okasrith surmised the flight was coming to a close.

In one last attempt Jassth seemed to shoot before himself and the Roan before coming back, luckily preventing Okasrith from doing more than keep altitude and a constant pace. As she angled close to the pair of males he unfurled a wing, anchoring himself in the air. So close, it brushed past the scarlet form, however never managed to envelope her. Instead she fell upon the Roan, and if Okasrith could have groaned he would have.

It was not suppose to have ended this way. They were meant to be the victors, not this usurper from Eden. Okasrith could not help but feel he had let them down, he had got tired too quickly and that had perhaps cost them this flight. As M'lon pulled away from the mind of Okasrith he sent reassurance to his dragon. **I was with you every step of the way. You did well. So we did not win? Nevermind there were will always be another flight, another chance. ** As much as M'lon enjoyed mating flights, if the result was other than desired he still managed to stay upbeat. **And even if this was not why our day will be good, it means we still have something else to look fortward to later in the day.** M'lon nodded his head emphatically as he left the female rider and the winning male by the flight rooms, having spotted a rather attractive man standing nearby.