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Post by jaenelle on Aug 5, 2011 9:30:07 GMT -8
Tyranith had also been awaiting the rise of the silver Fayth. He had felt the change in the golds of the weyr and their hasty exits to where ever they went when a dragon rose. So with a quick thought to L'civer he launched himself off the ledge of their weyr and flew to the feeding pens. He knew what he was doing better this time, so he quickly blooded 2 beasts. He left the carcasses and launched himself skywards with a roar. Violently Passionate Fayth, I heed your call to wing. I will fly for you till the ends of Pern. The tarnished bronze called as he beat his wings forcfully to gain altitude. He joined the huge Morith in the skies, following the silver beaty with a single-minded determination that was unlike the bronze.
L'civer felt the lust even before Tyranith had told him. How much of this was he going to have to bear? Two dragon rises and a flit rise that his bonded friends had participated in in the last few months...but what did it matter. The rider loved the thrill of the chase. He made his way to Keltia's weyr, paying no mind to V'riy. His eyes were only for Keltia, but he kept his distance. This was for the dragons to sort out. What happened was in thier hands now. [/center] |
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Post by Flame on Aug 5, 2011 10:51:19 GMT -8
Two forms came to the edges of their weyrs. one silver one bronze. The silver dwarfed the bronze, but the bronze didn't notice, as he launched herself down onto the beasts below him. Tarith just behind him. They both blooded easily, and lifted off, six animals were left on the ground, for each boy.
Tarith roared as he leaped up into the sky. Beautiful Silver Sun. You are the queen of the sky. Fly! he cryed his voice elegant. he caught up easily. Z'law sighed, as he headed for Keltia's Weyr. He bowed a bit before entering, ignoring V'riy and L'civer.
Galfrith roared as he also took to the sky, but he was silent, sending her his aw of her. Beautiful color, beautiful. At least that's what Gailfrith thought. He wasn't afraid of anything, and his hide showed it. He caught up, passing the large silver.
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Post by jaenelle on Aug 12, 2011 17:32:41 GMT -8
Tryanith let out a bugal that almost sounded like a laugh.You underestimate me, Lady Fayth. I have been ready to fly for you for a long while now. You are brighter than the sun, and a beacon for me to fly for. The bronze hissed as two others joined the chase. The silver he knew, but the new scarred bronze made him weary. He was not sure he liked this strange male getting too close to one of their queens...
He beat his tarnished wings to gain speed and altitude, now flying just below the gem in the sky. He made no attempt to get too near, but he stayed tight with her. He had his pride to restore. He had been dismissed by the first queen he had had the nerve to fly, so he was going to give his all again to this queen. There would be other rises, but this was Fayth...the darling silver that he admired so much. This made his forget his past failure and fly on even faster. [/center] |
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Post by Flame on Aug 30, 2011 19:30:01 GMT -8
Tarith felt the silver's approval. He didn't answer, as was expected of him. Oh his deep connection with his made it easier for him to sense emotions. He sent her a quick feeling of love, understanding, and a big chunk of lust. But he was in control. He roard as he chased her, giving her a song as he did so. Oh he didn't think he'd catch her. Sure silver's were built like large greens, but that didn't mean the largest silver in the weyr was able to catch the oldest female silver in the weyr. He beat his wings after her.
The big bronze rumbled softly as he gave chase, though he saw something interesting. He didn't point it out to anyone, except his, D'rian noted V'riy's look, and just had to smile. He would never stop Galifrith from rising after any dragon if he wanted to.
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Post by jaenelle on Sept 1, 2011 18:56:01 GMT -8
Tyranith let out a roar of a laugh again, but did not answer the silver Queen this time. Her words struck a chord with him. Words were not the improtant part here...He had tried that when Athenath had rose and look where that had landed him. Depressed and hurt in his weyr for 3 full days...He was not going to make the same mistake twice. He crooned lustly to the pretty silver and beat his tarnished wings to force his body through a tight barrel roll. It was not as smooth as a green might be able to complete it, but for the lythe bronze it was pretty fair. He gathered speed quickly as the queen flew away from the weyr. He was competely reveling in the chase and that made his muscles work even harder, straining after the silver form he now desired. [/size] |
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Post by jaenelle on Sept 4, 2011 10:40:04 GMT -8
Tyranith watched the lovely queen dance and weave her way around the males. She was as beautiful as the mist that cloacked the mountains at dawn. He brushed up lightly against her mind to give her that picture he evisioned, then pulled away. He beat his green-tarnished wings and watched her begin her dive. He felt the joy as well as the passion in the chase, and it gave him some comfort. He had finally come to realize that he was safe here. No one was going to fault him for not being like every bronze. He was not regal and possesivly protective like the other bronzes. He was calm, quiet and a loyal friend. He was afe to chase here for who he was and would never be looked down upon for it. He rumbled lightly, knowing that even if he lost this Rise, he would not be tormented for it.
He though that she was just dancing and fliting for them, so he followed her example, a dragon-length behind her. He flared his wings suddenly though as she did not pull out of the dive, watching her hit the water as he pulled up away from the lake. Her shing body disappeared for a few moments and his lusty-gaze searched the dark water for her. He let out a bugal as she burst out from the depths and he beat his wings to rise with her. Her windchime laugh echoed through him and his. He was happy..as it should be. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Sept 4, 2011 11:08:21 GMT -8
Tarith was pleased that his fellow silver liked him. He trusted her to chose what was right for her. Maybe he was a bit to human for many dragon's tasts, but any HAD's dragon had to be. They had to be able to stop their rider from panicking, and it happened often. He trumpeted at her, his entire body relaxed. This was not a fast flight. it was slow, easy, good for a long long rise after. He wondered if other queen's would follow the pattern. Dianath maybe. She took what she learned and twisted it all the time.
He watched the silver fall, after touching both him and Galifrith. The caught Galifrith's eye and a quick understanding flowed between them. They both roared as the silver queen fell, and splashed intot he water. They swept over the water, Tarith lower, and his wings cut through the water before he rose. Galifrith wasn't as agile and he kept more to himself. He stayed above watching. He wouldn't win this rise, he could feel that, but he also knew that no one would step on him for it. He bugled when the beautiful queen came back out of the water. Let her chose now! He sent her an image of herself, beautiful, wonderful, and fully free. This was her choice.
Tarith agreed, and already he was banking to get higher than her, waiting for her choice. Though it didn't matter who she chose, there were other's to chase, and to take care of. Let her chose. Neither was going to try to hard obviously. They'd showed her what they were willing to give, and now she had to chose.
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Post by Flame on Sept 5, 2011 18:14:43 GMT -8
Tarith roared, with laughter, as he peeled off, the bronze at his left. He sent Morith a congrats as he headed back to earth, Galifrith still showing signs of needing to rise, and headed off to speak with one of the greens. Tarith didn't care. He was glad his friends had found someone to take care of them. Of course that would lead to questions later. Z'law bowed, and left before V'riy could do anything, a slight smirk on his face at Keltia. "Congragulations." he murmured before he slipped out. Well that answered questions. The look between the two was not just from friends, or unknown beings. This was going to be amusing to explain. D'rien left quickly, heading for the green rider, as the bronze started to court the green, waiting for the other bronze and silver to come in. Occ// Everyone's gone, congrats.  |
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