Black star rising [dullarth rising]

[Flame]

A raor brought Tarith's attention to the air. he growled as he moved out of hsi weyr, not even speakign with his before he started to blood. Z'law was alreayd moving, dropping what he was doing, telling his pets to stay put and move dout of his weyr, feeling the pull towards Jazz.

Tarith blooded six beasts before his huge wings carried him up after the larger black. Beautiful Black star. Fly for us, tell us how to dance for you! Beautiful Dullarth! the silver roared as he waited for others to rise.

Z'law found Jazz and gave her a big grin, as he watched her

[vrake]

With the silence of the night torn by a Rising dragon, R'bir found himself standing at the edge of his private weyr, riding breeches slowly trying to inch their way down his slim waist, though a cautious hand stopped the material's downward movement. From behind him, he heard his Red's rumbling growl, as the young dragon slowly made his way toward the entrance of their weyr. Black Dullarth Rises . . .

[/color] the Red rumbled, actually causing R'bir to turn and give his dragon a questioning look. "You never take interest in Rising dragons,"[/color] he stated, watching even as his Red slowly moved toward the edge. There was a note of panic in the Redrider's voice, though he wouldn't stop the Red from joining.

As Wrath passed His, the young man saw the lusty look in the Red's swirling orb and he could only nod, already reaching for the tunic that lay discarded on the table in the front room of their weyr. There would be no stopping the young Red. It was better if R'bir just went along with him and stood beside him, no matter what happened. Within a matter of moments, R'bir was reaching out and grabbing hold of Wrath's front claw, feet planted on the Red's claws, one arm circled around the Red's foreleg. Strong wings lifted them off the ground and R'bir found himself drifting over the Bowl. Below him, the Black was moving into the air, with a Silver close on her heels. "Better hurry on Blooding . . . No meat though!"[/color] he shouted over the wind, before Wrath dropped him onto the ground and descended onto the Feeding Pins.

It wasn't hard to find Dullarth's Rider, though she was already joined by a male, R'bir just assuming he was the Silver's Rider. Due to Wrath's nature, R'bir found it easier to stay away from other Riders, rather than risk anyone harm if his Red didn't want company at the moment. Dipping his head to the Blackrider, he quickly turned his attention to the sky, seeking out the sight of his Red and balling his fists up at the sight of him rising into the evening sky.

By the time R'bir had joined the other Riders, Wrath had already taken for himself four herdbeast, though with his smaller size, that would be more than enough for him. He was pushing it though, the last beast having no real value to him, other than he had wanted it and took what he wanted. Now, with his belly full of the blood and his own blood pumping, Wrath pushed off of the ground, wings flipping open and out and lifting him from the ground in five mighty pumps. As he pushed off the ground with his back feet, his front in the air already, he let out an answering bugle to the Black's challenging roar and joined his second ever Rise.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Flame]

The large silver hissed at the red rising after him, but his attention was placed fully on the beautiful black before him. He shot forward with each powerful pump of his silver wings. He wanted her. He'd watched Dullarth, always interested, but her rider was ferice, and of course, the dragon was always a bit standoffish. Tarith was big, scared most dragons off. Plus he'd get in your face if you got in his.

He continued to rise, swirling around the black, enjoying his movements as he bathed in her lust. He cooed to her softly, starting a song. With Lokin as a friend, the pair had heard many songs, Tarith had a good voice, and he went it to his beautiful love. Only you call to me. Show me how to fly, and we will rise to the highest heights. he sang to her, as he danced around her. It was true he hadn't really rose for the queens, mainly paying attention to Mizenth, and of course the twins, but now he was going to rise, and give his heart, if he could. Tarith would win, but already the small red speck of a dragon was lost from his mind. Let the red try to hurt him, tarith was a fighter, and he would win this flight.

Z'law watched the woman before him with some worry. he glanced at R'bir but ignored him. His dark eyes showed the worry. he took a step forward. "Jazz. Hey. Breath." he said softly, keeping back, but moving his hand carefully. he wasn't afraid of what she'd do. Or what she might do. He was worred that she'd get to scared and that her dragon would abort her flight. He could feel the lust from his dragon. Tarith wanted to win this flight, badly. Now he wanted the woman before him. He'd wait, but she needed to calm down.

[vrake]

It was hard to not pay attention to the larger Silver, but R'bir was pleased when he felt his Red push back the hiss that followed the Silver's hiss. However, that didn't mean that Wrath wasn't going to just sit back and let the Silver take the Rising Black from him. No, he didn't know Dullarth well, no they had never formally been introduced, and no, Theirs hadn't really met either. But he was determined to win the pretty Black's Rise. He wanted the beautiful Black, just as he wanted His to be happy with a pretty little female.

Yet, when the Black questioned her two suitors, Wrath had no answer for her. He was captured by her voice and her movements, to the point that all he had for her was rumbling purr, that ended with a loud bugle. It wasn't until R'bir entered his mind was able to calm him a bit that he was finally able to bring out words. As he moved, he craned his neck forward, as if to reach out and touch the Black, though he pulled back at the last moment, knowing better than to touch the pretty one. My longing for a companion and one for my Rider draws me into the sky, but it was you that drug me from my weyr, beautiful Dullarth,

[/color] he crooned, his voice rough from Turns of trying to keep others at bay. He wasn't meant for the loving touch of another, but he found himself longing for it no matter what. I will Fly for you, and you alone if you chose me,[/color] he rumbled, dancing opposite of Tarith, moving where he didn't and keeping out of the Silver's way. It was only right, though he wished it wasn't so.

Having to focus on Wrath's mind, trying to keep his Red from flipping over to a move violent attitude. He almost missed Jazz and the way the fear and worry flickered across her face. That was, at least, until Z'law drew attention to her, by speaking to her. Trying to draw himself out of his dragon, R'bir stepped up beside Jazz, say breadth away as Z'law, though he made no move to assist her. Instead, he stood, warm dark, brown orbs gazed at her, though he was sure to keep his eyes from settling on her for any long period of time. He nodded as Z'law told her to breath, that was something she truly needed to do, at least if she wanted to vanquish the paleness from her flesh.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Flame]

The silver bugled as he felt the worry of his rider. Z'law could see the struggle. Of course she had no idea what was happening to her, but as Dullarth's violent trusts pored lust into his draogn, he lost his ability to feel sorry for her. He was lost in the dive that the silver did to follow the black. But instead of flipping on his back he dived into the water, strong wing strokes carring him under her. His tail flipped out of the water, trouching her back before she rose up.

He trumpeted as he burst out of the water, his wings cutting through the water and air as if they were nothing. He rose higher, letting his wings carry him. He knew he was magnificent, but the black was more so. She was bigger than him, and he found that wonderful. It was hard to get bigger than him.

He sent her his devotion as he corkscrewed his way into the air above her. he sang to her the entire time, mentally sending her caresses, promising loyalty, and caring, as well as what protection she'd let him give. He danced for her, trying to prove his worth, but he wasn't tired. He'd done this before, with queens, and multiple greens (having more than one rise int he same day wasn't uncommon for him). He cooed to her, and hummed, letting his voice sing as well. He wanted her. Badly. He was shining, but no where here as bright as his beautiful black sun. My black sun, beautiful and more wonderful than Rubkat, show us how to fly, how to dance! You are the sun beautiful Dullarth! his call was only to the beautiful black. He'd strive for her. He'd win her.

[vrake]

The brief touch of Dullarth's wings on his back caused Wrath to push himself harder. He would give her his all. He twisted and turned with her, never leaving her side and barely noticing when the Silver dipped beneath the water, at least until he burst from the depths. It was an impressive show, one that Wrath couldn't repeat. Instead, he sang to the Black, something he rarely ever did. His voice was harsh, but caring. He meant every note that he sent to her, meant every promise of staying true and loyal to only her.

Tearing his gaze from the sky, R'bir found himself looking down at the young woman who called Dullarth her's. She seemed in so much pain, something that shouldn't have been forced upon her like this. Instantly, worry flickered over his gaze and Wrath let out a challenging bugle to any who dare cause His to worry. It was a touching sound, something he hadn't expected to hear from his Red, at least not through the dragonlust that surged through them. Pushing mentally against Wrath, he sent the Red's mind back to the Rising Black, while he focused on her Rider. "Please . . . Jazz . . . Breath,"

[/color] he whispered between clinched teeth, hard orbs trained on the female, before he felt the floor go out beneath his feet and found himself seeing Dullarth flying. Wrath, he hissed in his mind, knowing the dragon was enjoying the Rise more than he was letting on.

Suddenly, Wrath pumped his wings, launching himself before Dullarth before turning and back-winging before the Black. So beautiful, no matter which way you look at you, he crooned, swirling orbs focused only on the Black. It feels this useless organ I call a heart with warmth and love, to see you fly with the light on your back. Such a wonderful feeling, he crooned, tail lightly lashing out and catching Dullarth on her claw. It was a light touch, barely even there, but it meant more than she would ever know. Wrath never touched anyone.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jaenelle]

Tyranith of course was late to the flight. He had been away with L'civer at the Harper Hall, picking up new scores of music and more harp making supplies. When he had popped back between as Dullarth had called to the males to fly her. He had been so adgitated that L'civer nearly fell off him as he tied to dismount. He had snapped at him (very unlike the normally lax bronze), to get all this stuff off so he could blood and chase.

So the tarnished bronze was now here, spattered with the blood of the one bull he had managed to blood before taking flight. He let out a bugal as he joined the red and Tarith in the sky. He did not speak to the Midnight-Queen, fore he had found that holding his tounge served him better than trying to flatter with pretty words. So he just flew after the lovely black, green-tinged wings pumping to keep up the pace.

L'civer stalked around the the Weyr, searching for Jazz. His body forced him to go to her, even though he was a bit irritated by the cause. Tyranith was making up for his lack of Chasing at Benden now. He was in the air almost every time a female rose and with his firelizards Chasing too, he was always going somewhere... He found the room where Jazz was. He just stood by the door, his hair wind-towseled and eyes flashing. He did not look at her, trying to get a grip on his irritation before he became a danger to someone. Lust was a good substitute for irritation, so he joined with his dragon and flew with him after the lovely black.

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[Flame]

Tarith watched as With rose. Good. The young bronze was to attached to Dianath. That was wrong. Now he was showing spirit. The dragon roared in welcome, even as it was a roar of anger. Sure he wanted Dullarth, but he was more human that most dragons! He could pay attention to two things, and this was a momentous occation. His attention snapped back to Dullarth. He felt her chose him, and his trumpet was joyful. First flight he'd really tried at he'd won! He could also feel his mates' exaustion. Good thing he was strong enough for two. He rose up fast, his strength still with him. He caught her carefully, making sure to not hurt her as he twined himself with her, cooing softly. Do not worry My love. he murmured to her softly, his teeth ever so lightly grazing her neck, a love nip.

Z'law grinned as he felt the elation of Tarith. He'd won. That was something the silver rarely did, but when he did he did it spactacularly. He was after all, one of the larger dragons (though his mate was larger, being a black). As Jazz came towards him he took a step forward, wrapping his arms around her lightly. He kissed her, knowing that Tarith would take his own damn time enjoying his succes. "As you wish, Jazz. he whispered into her ear, before glaring at the other people around him, and mentally asking them to leave. With the extent that the silver dragon was pulling him into their bond, he knew he wasn't gonna be feeling the defeat of the other dragons. Which was a good thing. He moved her to the bed, taking his time, but going carefully, like Tarith, savoring his prize (and not damaging the goods).

[jaenelle]

(dont have time to post, Tyranith is ok with loosing and goes home. L'civer leaves. They are gone!)