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Post by Zirin on Dec 4, 2011 3:59:17 GMT -5
Syphraelth cooed as Iliath drew closer, her words a sinister but sweet sound in his mind. She was right, wasn’t she? He was in his prime, a perfect specimen! He rumbled his agreement as she spoke, and beat his wings harder, staying as level with her as possible. Something she said, however, brought him out of his flightlust for a moment. It wasn’t the idea of the others putting him down; it had been the only thing other dragons seemed to be doing since coming to Trelis. No… it was the comment on the queen. My abilities against a gold matter not, my mistress He rumbled back, The only queen I care about is you, dear mistress. It is you must prove myself to.
Nonetheless, he spared a backwards glance at the other males, making sure he knew where they were in relation to himself, as the flightlust returned. Something was off, something was unnerving him, perhaps it was simply the different style of the Trelis folk? On the ground, it was taking every ounce of Gar’s will power not to growl at his brethren. He was above fighting during flights, even if they had possibly said ill things about his dragon. Indeed, had he been a less experienced man he would have been quick to jump into action. As it was, will power and pure fatigue seemed to be the only things keeping him from moving his hand to his belt knife. His head turned slowly as a woman burst into the room. Ah, the mistress on the ground had arrived… her skin flashed with the green of her dragons in the sky, and J’degar licked his lips.
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Post by Zero on Dec 4, 2011 16:38:13 GMT -5
A hiss escaped his gaping maw as Syphraelth veered a little too close to his own personal flying space. If he had been younger and inexperienced he might have taken that moment to launch himself at the other male for crowding his space and daring to chase what would soon be his. Instead he gave a light twitch to the tip of his wings which sent him swooping under and around the other brown before rising slightly in an attempt to keep pace with Iliath.
Sithorath rumbled lightly, clearly pleased, as once again her voice slipped into his mind and spoke to him. But what she said… No, it couldn’t be right, could it? These were his brothers. True the Trelis brood despised him and His. That was an obvious fact to all but.. how could he have been so blind to this?! The blind WeyrKing bellowed his rage at this new discovery and flexed his claws as he swung his head around to mark the others locations. No need to make it too easy for them to stab him in the back.
Ar’rex currently had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the table as he tried, in vain, to keep his growing temper in check. The usually quiet and reserved man that strolled through flightlust and mocked others for their violent tendencies was quickly fading and being replaced by the twisted and aggressive caged fangtooth. It was the lack of sleep, all the stress from trying to run a Weyr and being mocked and criticized at every turn, it was every emotion he was feeling through his dragon multiplied by ten.
It was madness and every second spent in that room with those shifting bodies and flickers of brown only intensified the feeling. Sooner or later he was going to snap.
Rex clenched his jaw tight and dug his nails into the wood of the table as he caught a glimpse of the knife J’degar had strapped to his side, as if he could almost feel the other mans intentions. He was helpless to stop the low growl that slipped through his clenched teeth as he saw the world through his blind companion. It was a mix of blurs and incredibly sharp pictures. Dizzying and fantastic at the same time. Then a new shape entered his mixed vision; a flash of red hair and shimmering green skin.
She spoke but he couldn’t understand but he was certain that she was the cause for all the stir tonight. His blue eyes darkened with lust and flashed with just a touch of the pain he was feeling as Rex eyed his tormentor. She would be his for causing all this upset.
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Post by Lark on Dec 7, 2011 21:13:32 GMT -5
Iliath twirled, delighted that her plan had been working thus far. Oh, such wonderful feelings were coming over her and it was only the beginning! She looked over her shoulder, eying her four contenders. They each were becoming at least slightly bothered by the words she had whispered, but the main one she had wanted to fool was working like a charm. The brightly hued green sung out a cry as she dove quickly then corcksrewed back up. Oh yes, she would be free fore....NO!
She screeched as wings enveloped around her, and she felt herself caught by something. The foolish green had been too cocky in her flight, letting her chasers tail her closely. It had cost her much time, but at least she had done what she had wanted to do. Turning to nip gently at the brown's shoulder, she turned her hiss to a croon. If I must. She flared her wings beneath his, quite aware that Hers was less than pleased.
Panille backed away as she noticed the riders' reactions. She feared them all, yet threw her head back haughtily. Stalking around the outer edges, stuck between wanting to get out and the desire to stay, Pan eyed the riders one by one surveying them. She had plenty of time to decide still...surely she did. But then Iliath misjudged her distance and was caught and Panille shook her head refusing to give in so easily.
Confused in her green's fighting against the brown, she ended up near Ar'rex. Finally though, Iliath settled and gave in to her chaser, and Pan was left to stare the new Weyrleader in the face. "Oh great."
(So, Ar'rex is Pan's winner, but Iliath is caught by...*drumroll please* WHOEVER POSTS FIRST! Yeah I didn't want to choose but I knew for plot purposes Pan had to end up with Ar'rex...so have fun scrambling for Iliath, or not. xD Sorry, but I had to cut the flight short to get in the rest of the plot.)
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Post by Zirin on Dec 7, 2011 21:25:39 GMT -5
It was unnerving him, he could feel shivers all over his hide as he tried to decide whether the green's words were true or not; but, did it really matter? The lust in his mind was quickly overshadowing the worry, and Syphraelth was happy to give in to it, to pretend she hadn't whispered those dangerous words. The words said and actions made during flight were rarely remembered anyways.
He followed her, twisting as best as he could to follow her dive and did he best to maneuver back up when she rose. He wasn't close enough, he knew he wasn't. Oh, but she wasn't paying attention was she? A devious, draconic smirk graced the brown's face as Syphraelth beat his wings, doing all he could to close the gap on her. He shot up, finding a place above the green and angled his wings for a dive.
Her form grew closer and closer, and every moment he expected her to notice him and turn tooth and claw in his direction. Then suddenly he was upon her, his wings quickly enclosing her smaller form. He held tightly as she realized she had been caught, but loosened enough once she nipped at him, twirling his neck around hers and finalizing it. I'm not so bad a catch, am I, my mistress? He purred, pleased to have proven his skill in the air.
J'degar grinned cockily as he felt Syphraelth make the catch and he turned his eyes upon his own prize. His grin changed to a grimace quickly as she rocked away in confusion and landed in Ar'rex's arms. Well, he didn't need her anyway! Stupid female! He turned from the room and stormed out, his mind still filled with lust. He would find someone else to sate his need!
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Post by Zero on Dec 8, 2011 18:49:34 GMT -5
The blind king swung his head back and forth between the green temptress and the rival browns as almost breakneck speed. He just couldn’t seem to focus. The lust boiling in his blood made it apparent what he was suppose to be striving for at this very moment but there was a twinge of doubt driving at the back of his mind that made focusing all but impossible. To say the least it was frustrating.
Struggling to pull his head back into the game Sithorath witnessed a clash of brown and green and with a heavy blow to his pride realized he would not be tonight’s victor. A final growl fell from his jaws before he twisted his wings and quickly disappeared off into the night to nurse his bruised ego.
Immediately Ar’rex felt his dragons pang of defeat and annoyance as he missed his chance this flight and almost just as quickly a scowl was beginning to form on the brownriders features even as he continued to watch Panille glide about the room. Oh but the catch must have been quick, her little green must have been caught off guard, because in a flash she was standing toe to toe with him and J’degar was the one storming out of the room. The winner denied his winnings. That seemed to be a trend among Trelis women.
His scowl slowly twisted into a devilish smirk as he hungrily eyed the woman currently staring back at him. She spoke again but he didn’t catch it. His mind and vision was still entwined with his dragon and occasionally her frame would blur and dull completely as Rex fell into a momentarily lapse of blindness. When his vision cleared, he reached out and roughly took hold of her waist before pulling her tight against him, even if she struggled. Pressing his nose into her hair he let his mouth fall near her ear and he spoke low, rough, practically a growl of a voice. “Didn’t I say one day these dirty hands would be all yours..?”
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