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Post by Flame on Jul 9, 2011 18:54:19 GMT -8
 
It was one of those days. Her blond hair was blowing in the wind, as she stood on the bluffs of the weyr. The twlightly making her hair a lighter gold than normal. Athenath had been showing for days that she was going to rise. She was ready. She knew it. V'riy had been... quiet. Almost non-existant. Would he step up to the plate? Would he become what they needed? She and Remi had made sure that they could run the weyr alone, but still. It would be nice to have some support. She looked around her at the weyr. Her emotions had been on the run for three days. And for three days Dianath had kept clear of her rider and twin. More for the sake of her own skin. The smaller gold was more brilliant today than the day before. Lokin knew that she'd rise today. But the woman was distracted by the wind in her face. Her blue eyes closed as she let the wind whip around her blue dress. Then it happened. The gold leaped from her ledge in the sun, down onto a bull. My love. Don't eat it. blood it. Came the soft voice of her rider. Athenath roared, but listen leaping on another after she blooded the first. She could see motion below her, she had to get down. Already she was feeling the emotions, the desire to fly, to rise, to mate. She closed her eyes before setting off down the steps, quickly, trying to keep her dragon from eating. Athenath. Calm. You must be calm. the gold growled as her rider got down to the bowl. She could see a silver, and his rider come to the entrance of the weyr. Z'law. Already the man was turning and pulling his dragon inside. As a HAD he was already going to be feeling all the emotions, He needed Tarith to be with him. Good. Sh knew he'd find Remi, get her and her dragon out. as well as S'ven and Fayth. Good nothing to worry about. She saw the silver leave leading the way for the above named dragons and riders off to somewhere. Where? Well Lokin had no idea. And she didn't care. Athenath roared, her movements now faster as she blooded a sixth cow. Then a seventh. She was hungry. She'd been practically starving herself, and her Rider kept forcing her off. She saw a large gold suddenly leap from the weyr, landing near her. She hissed, glaring at her sister. Want me twin? Come and get me! the voice was Dianath! and she'd spoken so the whole weyr could hear her. But Athenath didn't attack. She hissed at her twin and then sat back on her haunches. Athenath was incoherent as she suddenly took to the air. Her wings beating hard to gain altitude. Then she was over the rim of the bowl, and trumpeting to all below her. Now that she was in the air she could think. Rise. Catch me if you dare! Come! Come! the gold was pulsing as she rose higher, daring the bronzes and silver's sent from D'mar and other's to rise after her. She hissed waiting. Always waiting.
 STATUS # Good FEATURING # Athenath, Dianath, Lokin, Anyone else WORD COUNT # Don't know don't care NOTES # Amusing CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by sanyo on Jul 12, 2011 18:42:10 GMT -8
It's time to go, S'venMine, S'ven heard, before he was on the move. It seemed the time had finally come that he would have to leave the Weyr due to another dragon Rising. "Coming,"
[/color] he stated, finding the Silverrider Z'law waiting to take him away from the Weyr . . . Well, not really him, but Jelmanth, due to her not chewing firestone and being a clutching Green. Mounting on his Green, and following the Silverrider, it wasn't long before he was high above the Weyr and moving alongside Remi and her Gold. He dipped his head to the Junior Weyrwoman, before he followed along behind the Junior Weyrwoman and Silverrider. ***** From his position on his Weyr, I'zon watched as Athenath began her Rise. Recently, Riders from Benden Weyr had been arriving, now the day had finally come for all Pern to listen to the roar of a dragon. How do you feel, Jareth? Up for one more run at the young Gold? I'zon questioned, finding his Brown already on the edge of the ledge, leaping off as he finished his thought. Good luck, Mine, he sent out. Rise. Catch me if you dare! Come! Come![/i] I will do my best, beautiful Athenath! Show these Benden dragons that we Darkened Weyr dragons are no push overs! Jareth bugled, not far along behind the Bronze Benden dragon that seemed to try to coddle the fierce Gold.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 13, 2011 7:22:15 GMT -8
Lokin could see the other’s arriving. She hadn’t left the weyrbowl yet, but she should. She slipped past them all heading for her Weyr. That was when V’riy caught her. She turned, eyes slipping from blue to purple, then back to blue. Dianath was already winging her way out of the bowl, heading after Tarith, holding onto the HAD who was sitting on a rock, at the edge of the continent, leaning against Tarith. Lokin saw that clearly, as her gold went between. She didn’t answer V’riy as she watched the other’s trickle in. I’zon was even there. Did he truly believe Jareth could catch the queen? Maybe. It was a possibility. It always would be. Her eyes flicked to another being as he walked in. X’lan. She heard the roar of the silver as he took chase. Ah so the lords of the weyr were coming to call were they?
Before Dianath took off she stopped, looking up towards With’s weyr, her green eyes with their odd puples growing large. The bronze was asking her if he could rise? That was… new. She looked up at her sister. Stay on the ground. Someone will have to keep the loosers from doing something stupid. Or come with me. Your choices Dianath’s voice was filled with lust, but she was in control. She leaped up from the ground, watching as Carenath took to the air, his wings beating hard to follow his sister. No Athenath wouldn’t chose that Silver, he was a little brother, nothing, more… but still.
Athenath howled as the first to rise was the burnt bronze. He could have been brown! He was Sadrith from Benden, and he threw a wrench in her plans. She knew he had something special, but what? She wasn’t sure. She roared as other’s came to her call. Brown, Bronze, and Silver rose to her beconing. She shot a look at Sad as she kept climbing. You will pay. It was a threat, but not one the gold would worry about. Her wings whipped forward as she noticed Morith. She didn’t speak with him, both Jareth and himself saying practically the same thing. She hissed, her lust taking over.
Suddenly she dived. Streight through the males below her. Rock was below her, cliffs, and a canyon. She dived into it, her wings almost touching on both sides. She was smaller than the bronzes (Mostly) so they wouldn’t be able to follow, and the brown would fit. Carenath couldn’t even get in the canyon, and he roared his anger. She bellowed as she shot out of it into the water, the river below her a crystal blue. Her wings flitted into the water before she rose again, speed her ally. The other’s weren’t ready. Only one of the bronzes had blooded. None of the rest had even tried. She had the stamina to out wait them all if she so chose.
She rose to about one hundred feet above the water, and dived towards it, spinning. She pulled up, her feet dragging, making a huge wave on each side, before she shot straight up past the males and up up up into the sky. The sun was playing with her hide, turning it from a pale gold to a almost bronze. The sunn was falling, and she raced to meet it. Behind it the Red Star could be seen, but for now? That didn’t matter. Thread over the Western Continent wouldn’t fall until summer. That was the way for the last years. They had a respite. And hence her rise. She kept her wing beats even, wondering if any of her suitors followed her movements, or were even able to get close.
STATUS # Good FEATURING # Way more than i want to think about? WORD COUNT # Don't know don't care NOTES #Hoooo boy. She's going to be feisty. xD. Also warning, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. *grin* CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 13, 2011 16:53:47 GMT -8
L'civer had been sitting amung the rocks, lap-harp in hand, working on a patiuclarly hard bit of music. The hand modulations were difficult, but it was the challenge that made it exciting. Tyranith had been sunning himself up until a few moments ago, humming along with L'civer absently. His dragon had suddenly pirked up and gotten to his feet, shaking out his tarnished wings. I hunger Mine. He said curtly and took off, wind buffeting the harper and knocking the blue flit off the rock with a shreek.
L'civer watched his dragon fly down to the herdbeast pens and select a creature to devour. He righted the sheet of music on it's stand and began to play glancing at his dragon after a few cords. The lythe bronze was not eating...he was blooding. Just after that, he heard Athenath's call to Rise. Tyranith was going to give chase... Jumping to his feet, the harper quickly gathered his things and made his way down towards the weyrbowl. Tyranith's lust had already begun to mess with his thinking... He stepped out onto the bowl just as his dragon finished the second beast and took to the sky.
The slim bronze trumpeted his presence to the others, his tarnished wings pumping vigorously to catch up to the shinging queen. Shining Athenath, I heed your call to fly, With the sun just about to die. Fly with stength and speed, you must, and hurtle forward into dusk. The lines were rhyming neatly, the dragon taking up some of his rider's Harper antics. The green-tinged bronze watched the queen dive into the chasm, knowing that even though he was not the largest bronze, it would still be a dangerous squeeze. So he settled into a speeding glide over the cliff edge untill he watched her arrow upwards. This was where things got interesting...
He flared his wings slightly and then power-stroked to get his first shove upwards. His lighter build body was an asset here, less weight for his wings to bring upwards. He beat ferousiously at the air and began to rise, his speed ever increasing. He was racing the shining star skywards, not bothering to look for the others. He kept his eyes on his golden prize... [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 14, 2011 11:51:34 GMT -8
Dianath heard With’s voice after she appeared about the small group of breeding females, and the single Silver, who’s eyes were whirling in a mix of all colors. He was agitaited, but stilling still with his, knowing that Z’law didn’t want to be with Lokin, so he was doing his best to not follow the golden beauty he could hear. Thank you With. Stay safe. There will be trouble Dianath landed easily, next to her fellow gold, though she outsized everyone here, even the overly large Tarith. She settled down on the sands and promptly put a calming affenct on everyone, including her sister Miz. No point in getting them all excited. She started to chat with them all about feed beasts.
She was flattered, the rising gold was. Athenath hadn’t been called Gold Star. That fit her. Perfectly. Unlike her sister she was vain, though it had only started to come out resently, with a love for the odd. She heard Morith, and the other Bronze come to her call. Carenath was silent, but she knew he would be. He was going to drop out soon, it was a token attempt against her. Letting her know that other’s cared. Catch me if you can. The voice was deadly, promicing that if any actually tried before she’d chosen they’d wish they weren’t ever hatched. She would chose. If your so eager to show me who’s the best, FLY! she roared, her voice carrying through into her verbal relm. She kept rising, her wings carrying her far. She wanted to
She caught site of Morith going for Sad and she hissed with a trumpet and dropped, like a stone, in between them. There will be no death! her eyes flashed a deep deadly red. She hissed at them as she powered up between them again, stopping just between them, her anger radiating out. Plus the lust, she was a powerful thing to behold. Her growl at Morith was enough for her, and she shot forward, and up, her wings strong, before diving, corkscrewing her way down to the ocean, before pulling herself up again and hissing. Now the male’s were all above her, and only four. One a Brown. She was paying almost none if any attention to Jareth. He was for Mirrath alone. She knew that. Though the other three, all bronzes, she payed attention to, her mind flicking against each egging them on.
Inside her Weyr, Lokin glared at V’riy, and then at V’ktor, not happy, but knowing better than to do anything, being that V’riy had it undercontrol. She sat lightly on the end of her bed, and gasped as the gold spiraled her way down below the group. Her eyes closed, and she was lost into her dragons mind. It would be easy to take advantage of the weyrwoman, for she would do whatever her dragon wanted. A rather cocky smile, very unlike Lokin, slipped onto her face. The Lokin/Athenath bond was strong, and lokin could feel Athenaths joy at being chased, and anger at the bronze who DARED to try to fight when she was in the air! It did not matter to her that Morith had caught her last time, she was angry at him. How dare he.
STATUS # Good FEATURING # Athenath, Dianath, Lokin, V’riy, Morith WORD COUNT # Don't know don't care NOTES # LAST POST before I chose the winner. I have to do the Ren Fair on weekends, So i need to wrap this up. CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 17, 2011 7:36:25 GMT -8
L'civer watched what was unfolding between two of the riders. V'ktor was a fellow bronze rider from Benden with his large Sadrith...the other was V'riy of bronze Morith...Tyranith had a distaste for the bronze, so the pair generally avoided the rider/dragon pair whenever possible. By the looks on thier faces, something had transpired in the air between their dragons. One wrong step by one, as it looked, would have the other come out swinging...
L'civer, Mine, Morith just tried attacking Sadrith...but My Gold Star dropped inbetween them. She does not want death for her Rise. The dragons lust-filled voice echoed in his rider's head, causing L'civer to almost drop his harp. He moved to sit down in a seat, placing instrament, music and stand on the table beside him. His little blue flit, Songbird, popped into the air above him, keening something aweful. He quickly settled on the strings of the harp, his eyes redish, supposidly reacting to HIS dragon rising to the Queen's call. The little lizard fretted about HIS dragon, for the thing was more Impressed to Tyranith than he was to L'civer.
The man put an absent minded hand on the creature and said back to his dragon,"Tyranith, Fly smart and safe. Songbird is having histarics over here and if you get hurt it will only get worse. I trust you, My friend...Fly well." He broke off comunications to focus on his own breathing. He was struggling to control the urges of his dragon's lust, since this was the first time he was going through this. Tyranith had never wanted to fly any of the Queens at Benden, always finding a long errand to do when he felt a Queen was going to Rise... L'civer sighed. Atleast he was sure now that his bronze was normal...he was just waiting for the right Lady to catch his eye.
Now in the sky, the lythe bronze focused entirly on the Rising Star before him. Her glowing gold hide was enough to entrance him. He pumped his winds faster and harder than he ever had before. He did not have a rider to worry about right now, so he could have the full exstention of each wingbeat, wingtips touching with each powerful upstroke.
This was the biggest game of 'tag' the bronze had ever participated in, and the prize was by far the best. He liked to play 'tag' with Songbird and the other flits and dragonets. He enjoyed the flying challenge to catching the tiny beasts in the air. Those games helped him hone his flying skill and learn the best ways to use his streamline build. In his mind, the Rising Star was the dragon who needed to be taged and he was 'it'.
With that the bronze tore off after her, making the most of each wingbeat. He watched the larger Sadrith wait for the queen as she rose before diving, but the younger dragon followed her up. His size aided him here, so when the queen dived, he mirrored along side her, staying a close, but safe distence from her beating wings. As they fell, he trupeted yet another peom to the star that fell towards the shimmering ocean below them.
In the dying light, gleaming Queen,
The thing I find most entrancing,
A beauty like I have never seen,
Who flies ever dancing.
Gracing the night Golden Star,
A shining, priceless treasure,
I follow thee long and far,
For a loving bronze, it is my pleasure.
He broke off the cork-screwed dive before he got too close to the water, letting himself stay above the queen. She needed to have a good look at who was chasing her. He could have probably caught up to and 'tagged' the Queen by now, but that was not the point of this game. SHE was the one to chose who tagged her...not the other way around. So he listened to her hiss and flew at an even pace right about the gold, the dieing sunlight dancing across his slim bronze body and playing on the green tarnish along the edges of his wings.He had meant what he said...this was his pleasure...flying after this priceless treasure...
(The rhyme of the poem is ABAB format, so sommetimes it is not as fluid as I wanted. But there, Tyranith using his rider's Harper training for his own use...XD Enjoy!) [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 18, 2011 6:23:40 GMT -8
The small queen roared as she watched and listened. Sadrith was her’s. She could see that. She felt the change from, having to catch her to wanting to. That was flattering. The rhyming bronze bothered her though. She heard enough with her Rider and her harper background to want to be stuck with a Rhymer. Then there was Morith. She turned her whirling purple eyes on him, as she dived next to him, slipping ahead a bit, then shooting forward. He’d angered her. How DARE he try to attack another while SHE was in the air. That was unforgivable, at least to the firey queen dragon. Small she may be, but she was the senior queen and you did NOT pay attention to anything else when she was rising.
She then made a gradual rise, watching each below her. Tyranith was a good bronze, but she didn’t think he was right for the weyr. Morith had angered her. That left her with Sad. She continued to watch him. He’d done his best to follow her up to this point. He’d done everything with in a large bronzes power to stay with her, and her acrobatics, cortesy of her first rise. She’d kept training, trying to learn to fly early. And she’d ignored her twin, and rider.
She sent a quick thought to Tyranith Thank you for your kind words. it was all she could say, before switching to morith You have shown that you can not be trusted to keep your eye on the prize. You are dismissed. she added a hiss to punctuait her words. Then she rose up higher. Come kind Sadrith. If you can catch me I’m yours. she cooed as she kept rising, turing slightly, back towards the weyr.
STATUS # Good FEATURING # Everyone Rising ATTIRE # Something WORD COUNT # Something NOTES # Rising OVER. Congradualations to Sadrith and V’ktor. CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 18, 2011 7:05:44 GMT -8
The bronze dragon knew a dismissal when he heard one. He had done his best, but he had not been good enough. The bronze felt sadness lance his heart as he split off the group and flew home. He did not want to be around anyone right now. ANYONE. The slim creature flew to his Weyr, slid through the narrow opening and set down heavily on the floor. He trasped over to his sandy nest and curled up.
The bronzes form was shaking from fatigue of the long and trying flight. But something other than fatigue was troubling this dragon. He had heard the queen's words, but something was off in the way they had been said. Like she was annoyed by him and his antics...He had been honest with his comments...but honest was not what she wanted... Atleast Sadrith was now the senior weyrleader ratheer than that bad Morith...
With a heavy sigh, the bronze stuck a head under a shaking wing and attempted to sleep. Maybe this was the reason he had been too afraid to fly the Benden Queens...he was afraid of disapproval. He did his very best to please everyone that he liked...and usually got barated for it. Was he too playful and layed back to be a bronze? Too simple and naive to be of use to anyone? Was he wrong to be his own dragon and not like every other bronze?
The dragon snarled at L'civer as the man brushed against his mind, and then regretting it after the man pulled away. He heard a slight pop and a kreel as Songbird came to land on his wing. He saw the little creature walk about his open wing covering his head, looking for a way under it. Soon the creature nodded and poped between to under the wing itself. The little blue came up to rest around Tyranith's jaw, crooning a comfort to the big beast. Tyranith gave the little blue a lick before falling asleep. Atleast there were two things that liked him for who he was...
L'civer recoiled at Tyranith's snarl and pulled away from his dragon. Loosing the flight had really hurt his friend, and he understood his need for privacy. The Harper watched his flit take to wing and pop out of sight. Knowing that the blue was going to Tyranith, he picked up his harp and music and walked back to the sunning rocks. Even though the sunlight was dying, he would not be able to return to his Weyr for awhile. So he set himself up on the rocks and began the opening cords of the ballad he had been working on. The soft harp music floated about the air, the music echoing his and his dragons feelings.
(Dont worry bout Tyranith, he will get over it. Things have been fun XD) [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 18, 2011 13:27:32 GMT -8
Dianath could feel the climax, and she growled. Then suddenly lifted her head and sent a soothing line to Tyranith. The bronze wasn’t at fault. She then sent another to Morith. It wasn’t his fault. Her sister was Fickle. She would change quickly. Morith should have known that. She turned and looked at Tarith, and his, then at the rest. Gold Athenath chose Bronze Sadrith. We are governed by one of D’mar’s Lackies. the gold said simply watching the humans around her. Z’law stood up carefully, his mind still half with the pair above. ”We will return as soon as they land. Get your dragons ready.” he said simply.
Back at the weyr Athenath slipped closer to him, letting him gab her, and twined her neck around his. Inviting him. Lokin saw V’riy leave, but she was pushed by the dragon lust to take V’ktor’s hand. That and something else, but that was the important part. She stood up carefully. She could see X’lan helping the rest get out, with a tact that was wonderful. The Healer had every intention of figuring out if V’ktor was the right man for the job, but Athenath though that Sadrith was right for the wyer, so they’d see.
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Post by Flame on Jul 18, 2011 14:03:30 GMT -8
Mk good. Done here. xD  |
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