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Post by Flame on Sept 17, 2011 20:41:13 GMT -8
The silver Tarith heard the roar from the queen. Her mental voice grabbing his attention. He was already moving to keep all the breeding females inside. Athenath and Dianath were locked inside their weyr, neither willing to peek out. He moved to keep the other silver and he green inside. Z'law was also working to keep them INSIDE. Which was the safest place. Expecially because Mizenth was already in the air. He wasn't about to let Athenath out of his sight. Tarith wasn't about to rise.
D'rien was quiet as he worked with his swords, eyes closed, he worked on fighting. Galifrith was watching the golden queen. As soon as she jumped down into the bowl, he followed. His big wings carrying him down. He blooded quickly, D'rien quickly stopping him from eating. The close bond sent D'rien looking for Remi.
The big bronze roared as he followed her into the air. His big wings carrying him quickly. He was going to catch her! Not only do I dare, Beautiful Sun, I will dance for as long as you command! he spoke softly, his voice more in undertones through emotion than through his voice. He followed, ignoring the benden dragons. They were worthless. They were nothing compared to Darkened Dragons. And as long as a darkened dragon wins that was all that mattered. if it looked he was going to lose he'd slip back into keeping the others off any darkened dragon going after her, who she was favoring.
D'rien arrived a bit out of breath, and without a shirt. Not that he meant to, but the emotions from Galifrith sent him moving a hell of a lot quicker than he meant to. "I am sorry for my appearance Weyrwoman Remi. May the rise go well."
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Post by jaenelle on Sept 17, 2011 21:24:55 GMT -8
It was time.
Tyranith's tarnished head snapped up as he felt the change in emotion about the weyr. Ever since he had met with Mizenth up on the weyrheights with L'civer, the bronze had been waiting...waiting for that beauty to Rise. She had made him feel like he belonged...made him feel like the bronze he should have and wanted to be. This was his chance to prove that he was a bronze, and he was going to take it with a vengence.
The large tarnished form launched himself from his Weyrledge and desended to the feeding pens below, snarling visiously at a Benden bronze that was already there. He saw the bronzes instant suprise at his ferosity, but ignored it. He needed blood, and blood he did. One, two, three, four, and five beasts lay withered below the tarnished dragon, who's eyes glowed with an unbridled lust and need.
Tyranith let out a mighty roar of challange as he lept into the air, his great wings lifing his huge form from the earth and into the sky. He gained altitude quickly, his eyes fixed on the queen that pulsed brighter than even the sun. Great Golden Sun, I dare to answer your summons. I will dance for you till the ends of Pern and prove that I am the dragon in which you seek! His voice in her mind was lustfilled, but a hint of his normal self lay buried there. She would hear it, he knew, and he hoped that she would remeber the healing she had given his spirit and concider him as a potential mate.
L'civer was already on his way to Remi's weyr as Tyranith began to blood. He had to fight the dragon's lust back to make him just blood his kills rather than eat them. He knew this was coming ever since that day on the heights with the gold pair. Tyranith had shed some of his fear that day and ever since, his normally layed back bronze was edgy and snappish. So he had prepared for this... mentally more than physically. His hair was sleep disheveled and his tunic and breeched were rinkled, boots on but not tied. He made his way to Remi, but paused for a moment to tie his boots and smooth his shirt before entering the weyr. Just as he was about to speak, he heard what Tyranith said to Mizenth and knew that the rest of the dragon's fear was in the past. This brought water to the Harper's eyes, which he blinked vigerously to fight back. He had the dragon he loved back, not the scared bit of dragonhide that had fled Benden, but the Darkened dragon he had become.
L'civer was sure that the shyness and layed back attitude would remain, but Tyranith would not be shoved off to the side any longer... and this gave L'civer the strength to look Remi in the eye. "May the Rise go well, for he has grown." He knew that the other rider would mostlikly not have any idea of what L'civer had said, but Remi would know... So L'civer settled himself near a window so he could watch the flight and wait for the moment that could turn the weyr, and their future, upside-down. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Sept 19, 2011 17:30:56 GMT -8
Galifrith was excited. He pushed hard after her. His body was built for battle, and stamina. He'd last as long as she wanted to go. For ever even. At least he was willing to bet on that. He pushed himself, speed giving him joy. He loved flying hard and fast. He and his didn't always get to fly this fast, only during a rise, or a Thread Fall.
D'rien was locked tightly with his, willingly giving himself to the big bronze. The tall man's eyes were closed as he breathing became quicker with excitment. The chase. There was a reason D'rien was so well built. He was a hunter, just like His.
Galifrith roared as he noticed Tyranith. But then focused back on Mizenth. He stayed below her, and spun in a roll, rising quickly after her. Then suddenly with a burst of speed he rose up next to her, touching her flank lightly, before going into a free fall for a moment, stopping just short of the other bronze. Let her chose. May the best Bronze Win.
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Post by jaenelle on Sept 19, 2011 19:03:46 GMT -8
Tyranith rose after the golden queen with a roar, using the full capacity of his large wings to propel himself towards the heavens. Speed and stamina were what he was made for. A large bronze that was built like a green...he shown here. He followed the queen, up and up, not bothering to do any tricky manuvers...yet.
Tyranith snorted at Galifrith as he pushed his scarred bulk faster to touch the Queen quickly before dropping back. Risky move... something Mizenth might enjoy...but Tyranith was determinded not to be a follower. He would be an individual! He put pushed his tarnished frame to an even greater speed and did a wide loop around the queen, the tips of his wings brushing hers as he fly by. As he reached the end of his loop, he did a mid-air summersault. It looked cool, but it caused the dragon to loose speed and fall a bit farther than he wanted. So he spread his wings and beat them fast to catch up to the queen and the other bronze.
L'civer had since settled on the wall, not too far from Remi, and prepared himself to join with his dragon. He had kept himself seperate the last few times from his dragon, but this time the emotions broke his seperation. He was one with Tyranith, his feelings and sences being one with his dragon. He saw what the dragon saw and reveled in the freedom of it. This is what a Rise was like...L'civer could get used to this. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Sept 21, 2011 19:12:21 GMT -8
Galifrith pushed hard, keeping ahead of the benden dragons. He wouldn't let them have her. He growled as some got to close, his mouth nearly touching the side of the neck of the brown. The brown squeeked and fell back. Which wasn't surprising. An angered bronze of Galifrith's stature was terrifying.
Even with his stamina, this was tireing. Though he bet he was less winded than any other dragon. He and D'rien often spent hours flying as fast as they could, because D'rien was hurt, and their homebase was hours away. That kind of thing. He could deal with the speed the beautiful gold before him set. Then she moved towards Tyryanith. He wondered if she was chosing him, and started to fall back, willing to go away quietly. Then she moved towards him. Ah. Now it made sence. He bugled softly before using his tail as well as his legs to pull her close. Every time, beautiful sun he cooed softly.
D'rien was strained. He'd been following Gal's every move. The big bronze was powerful, but his rider didn't have as much stamina. Which meant he was getting quite tired. He was thankful when the queen chose. He moved forward to touch Remi. "L'civer. Leave." he pulled her closer, a half smile on his lips. "Don't resist. It'll be easier." he murmured.
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Post by jaenelle on Sept 25, 2011 10:49:22 GMT -8
Tyranith's heart skipped a beat when the golden sun flirted and played with them. His great body was starting to feel the strain of this long chase. As the last of Benden dragon fell from the race, he knew he was well past his normal limits.
He hummed as Mizenth came close to him and listened to her words carfully. The feeling he was getting from her was intoxicating, but not quite enough to be deamed the winner. His spirits fell slightly, but they were errased when she reached out to touch his neck. His head instantly turned to hers and he touched his nose to her cheek. Mizenth, I will remember what you have said. I am whole again, and I meant what I said.
His voice bloomed in her mind once more as she peeled away from him. His voice was full of love and affection, but she could hear the hint of determination in it. I will never stop striving to prove myself to you...my sun... With this last proclaimation, the tarnished bronze dropped away and flew back to where his rader would be waiting.
L'civer heard his dragon's words as he left the weyr, knowing he had to leave before the other rider even told him he had to go. He was strained, exausted, but overjoyed that his dragon had finally grown into his sheen. He knew that Tyranith's loyalty to Mizenth would never fade, no matter who she or he would chase or choose. With a final shaky grin, he went to retire with his dragon and try to work through these emotions that had been held up for too long.
(Good flight! Tyry will be waited for her next Rise, so watch out! XD We are out.) |
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