I Hope You Dance (Avirith's Mating Flight)

[Lark]

Ara shouldn't have been surprised when her dragon's hide started to glow more with the passing days, yet somehow the rider was. Could it already be that time? Was it really coming closer? The girl shook her head not wanting to think about it to be honest. Avirith was the same age as the other greens rising, so it was natural that their sister would soon too. She just hoped that it wouldn't be anytime soon. The days had not only brought tense feelings within the Weyr, but also rainclouds.

It was on this morning that they finally let loose. Torrents of gray rain fell from the heavens, refusing to stop or let up. Avirith watched them from her cave, her eyes swirling fast with interest. They danced so well! Down they raced, pushing off of one another until they reached a surface. There they broke off into millions of smaller copies. It was a perfect duet, flawlessly performed by each and every drop.

The green craned her neck out to let a drop or two land on her glowing hide. She wanted to go out with them and dance too! Flapping wings that itched to be stretched, the dragoness turned to the shifting form of her rider. As was usual on occasion, Ara had slept out here in Avirith's bed with her. It was an event that the two didn't hold often, but last night she had wanted the comfort of her lifemate.

Crooning, Avirith pranced around a little bit in the dull cave. The dark clouds cut out most of the light, but her hide was a beacon in the shadows. Stretching out her wings again the dragoness crooned louder. Hers needed to wake up now! Bolting upright, Ara looked around for what had unsettled her so much. "Avirith? Are you okay hun?" Her voice was quiet and shaky among the loud beating of the rain and growls of the thunder.

I must dance Mine! Ara breathed a sigh of relief and pet the green flit that had curled up beside her on the pillow. So the green only wanted to go flying...but shards and shells in the rain?!? Yes AraMine. I can't help it. I want to dance...I want the males to come and see if they're good enough to be my partner. The green pranced around, her small frame stretching out as she arced her back and wings. "Avi..." Ara's voice was only a whisper now. She couldn't help it, it was time, but the rider worried about the green in this storm.

I go now Mine! Warbling, the green threw herself from her ledge and into the morning sky. The rain beat down on her hide as she twirled through the air, but the dragoness revelled in the feeling. She loved the power and challenge the rain brought for her. Eyeing the feeding grounds, the dragoness dove down over them. Below wherries ran from the large creature, frightened by the lightening that lit up behind her. Do you think you're faster than me? Well, you're wrong about that little ones.

Stretching out her talons, Avirith grabbed the nearest one and set to work on it. Ara barely remembered to only tell the green to blood it, and thought the command to the green. It didn't matter so much, she wasn't a clutching green, but still the command was there. Hissing, Avirith flung the drained carcass away from her and flicked her wings free of the scarlet liquid. Looking up, the dragoness drew her body out leisurely and roared in defiance as the thunder rolled across the sky above.

She launched herself then, spiraling up as she ascended higher and higher. Turning back to Alietran, the green opened her mouth to roar again. Come boys, let's dance sweethearts! Avirith wove to and fro as she waited for the first of the chasers to show, happy to be the Queen of the skies on this morning. This would be fun! This would be fun indeed.

Back in the weyr, Ara looked out the cave's entrance at the green's fading shape. Thunder rolled across the sky again making the rider shrink back scared. Avirith's feelings coursed through her as rain belted down on her form. She refused to let the lust take her just yet though! She needed to be aware for her dragon. Certainly Avirith wasn't paying attention to herself. Looking back at her own weyr, Ara shook her head. How could she think of the other riders at a time like this?

(Ooc: Feel free to have one or more of the chasing riders pull her back into her weyr...she doesn't know it but she's on the edge of Avirith's ledge right now >.<)

[Zero]

A flash of lightning filled his weyr, illuminating the usually darkened cave and making the sleeping bronze hide look a lot brighter, if only for a brief moment. As quickly as the flash came and went the booming roar of thunder quickly took its place, daring to shake Trelis from its very foundation as the storm raged overhead. “Well there goes training for the day…” Speaking out loud the man shoved the records he had previously been reviewing aside and instead turned his attention towards his bondmate. The large King loved the rain and it came as no surprise to his Rider to see the dragon had woken and was currently sitting quietly on his ledge. Solarith hummed lowly in content as the rain bounced off his scarred maw, eventually pooling at his clawed feet as the storm continued to rage above.

We could still call a training flight together S’valMine. Reminding the others the object of the exercise is to not be struck by lightning.

“You remember what happened the last time we tried to fight nature?” S’val inquired, crossing the stone floor to his companion. He stopped in the large doorway, peering up at the now soaking wet bronze and shook his head. “It left me explaining why one of my young greens and his rider got fried by lightning and nearly drowned when they lost control and fell into the lake! That was my first training flight as a wingleader… I thought the Weyrleaders were going to kill me..”

But they didn’t Mine. We are still the leaders of our Wing and we shake the sky to this very day!

Jaws parted in a deafening roar as the bronze bellowed his opinion on the matter. They were strong and had faced every challenge since that interesting hatching nearly eight turns ago and had overcome each and every one of them. As his roar tapered off Solarith slowly closed his jaws before tilting his head to look down at His. The man grinned up at his companion but his next words were put on hold as the pair turned simultaneously to catch the fleeting glimpse of a green diving towards the animal pens before bellowing and shooting into the dark, churning sky.

S’val stepped out further onto their ledge, the cool rain quickly soaking through his clothes as he looked out to try and see where the rising green had flown off to. “Are you going to chase her?” It was a reasonable question or so he though but the growl that he received in response made him think otherwise.

She is a green. They have risen before and I have chosen not to give chase, though this green chose to bond with a female.

With eyes swirling with slight agitation, Solarith turned back into the rain and at the antics of the rising female. It was something S’val had always stood against and so grateful that he had Impressed his Solarith and not a green. Males were meant to give chase and conquer, not be chased or conquered in any fashion. For that matter the large bronze did hold some self control when it came to mating flights and rising greens. Like the rest of the males in the Weyr though, he would feel her influence on some level. It was just a matter of choice if he felt like giving in to the physical and mental pulls.

S’val stepped back from the ledge till he was out of the rain. Pushing back his wet hair from his eyes he glanced at the increasingly agitated figure of his dragon before wandering back inside his weyr. It was never a good idea to hang around with ones dragon while they were falling under the draw of flight lust. In fact S’val had a few scars on his back from when he had tried to interfere when the pair were younger.

As Solarith roared from his ledge, still contemplating whether to give chase or not, his Rider was beginning to feel the effects through their shared mind link. It was beginning to show as he leaned heavily against the back of the chair he had occupied before all the excitement took over. Knocking the chair away in his frustration, S’val made up his mind and quickly strode out of his quarters. His last glance into his room showed his companion angrily pacing back and forth along his ledge, he was sure fire would have split the air if the bronze had been allowed to chew firestone lately.

It didn’t take long for S’val to find the greens rider and as he stepped into the weyr it was easy to see he was the first to arrive. Still soaked from his time spent outside on his own ledge and more then likely leaving a wet trail as he walked across the room, S’val glanced around the corner till he caught sight of the young rider standing dangerously close to the edge. Foolish girl. He thought to himself, shaking his head as he quickly walked up behind her. He reached for her hand to pull her back into the weyr, into the warmth, though he moved carefully and gently, not wanting to startle her so she slipped on the slick rock and fell. “I don’t think you’re dragon would be to thrilled to know you’ve fallen out of your own weyr during her flight.” The Wingleader offered the girl, who couldn’t have been more then a few turns younger then himself, a small smile in reassurance. At least they were out of the rain.

In the background, above the thunder, the bronze bellowed another challenge before launching himself from his weyr. The king finally decided to give into the urge to chase. His impressive wingspan snapped open to catch the wind and a single fell sent the large beast speeding into the darkened sky and after the little green. This was all practice and training, if you will, for him. Another flight, another cruise through the dangers of nature to strengthen his muscles and give his reflexes while in the sky the extra honing they require. If he won, if he caught then..well, then that was just a well deserved added bonus wasn’t it?

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[Lark]

(Ooc: I like replying more frequently than some do during flights so don't be surprised if I reply after every new person comes in lol)

Avirith twisted around in the air, the rain beating against her hide and the wind making flight difficult for the agile green. So what!?! She loved the unsteady feeling it gave her! Crooning to the storm she pulled her wings in and dove down toward the ocean and cliffs. This would be fun for her. No one had come yet, but she was sure they would soon. It was only a matter of time, and while she waited she let herself fall and rise and the air currents pleased. As of now they were her guide and partner in this dance, she was mearly a tool.

Ara watched her green fade into the distance, half asleep in the flight lust. She didn't notice she was on the edge of her dragon's ledge, didn't feel the pulsing of rain on her skin. At least not until someone reached for her hand and pulled her back into the warmth of her own weyr. Crying out, the girl fought at the other rider's pull. She didn't want to be caught just yet! She wasn't ready to be won! Her mind had already become one with her dragon's in that moment of fear, and it was barely the human that thought or acted out now.

Pushing away from the man with a soft hiss, Ara backed into her weyr and looked around. Was there no one else coming? Was there no one else for her to challenge? Almost purring, the rider forgot about that soon enough though and began to move around the room. Eyes were ever on the man, he seemed familiar but in her foggy mind nothing truly registered. He was another body, that was all right now.

Avirith heard the roar as a large shape came to join her. A bronze shape no less. Well now, come to fly with a true Queen have you? Crooning lovingly to the larger male, Avirith snaked her neck around to get a good look before dropping suddenly and coming back up to the other side. She was much faster and more agile than he was! If you want to win this challenge my dear you'll have to prove yourself. The green purred happily to her chaser, having fun as she darted up and down in circles before flying forward again. The ocean beconned her and she fell to it, snapping her wings open in the second before she would have been too late. Trailing her tail in the harsh waves below, Avirith looked up at the King. Would he dare follow her? Come now loves, anyone is invited to try out this dance!

[Zirin]

“What are you doing, Soheath?” Ad’os asked, looking up from the new straps he had bought the day before. He had spent the morning oiling the new straps of hide that would slowly become a second set of riding straps for the brown. Though he always made sure his current straps were properly cared for, he understood that things happened and a second set would come in handy if he didn’t have time to repair the first set. The brown looked over his shoulder at his rider from where he was lounged on their weyrledge, not verbally answering the question. Instead, the brown turned his head back to the sky, as if entranced by the rain. Finally, as the storm grew heavier, Soheath spoke. Ad’os. he unfurled his wings, getting into the pose he used for takeoff, though he made no other movements, simply standing posed, like a feline waiting to pounce. You must go to Avirith’s weyr. Go now. The brown gave no more reasoning, but Addy knew his brown well enough to take heed.

He placed the hide strips down and left the weyr, making his way to Ara’s, figuring a flight was imminent. Well, at least the rider was female this time. Though Soheath had only recently begun chasing, he had not yet won since he lacked the speed to keep up, and the experience to outmaneuver. Addy was thankful that he hadn’t won, not because he didn’t want to win flights, but because the idea of being with a man was a bit unnerving. Be careful in this storm Soh… he sent a final thought as he heard the roar of dragon and thunder alike. He waited outside the weyr for the flight to start out of respect for the woman within.

Soheath, still tense on his ledge, watched as the green flew to the feeding grounds to blood. Her hide glowing and her form sultry and seductive in the flashing lightning. He knew his own strengths, knew he wouldn’t have time to blood as well if he wanted to avoid falling behind at the beginning. So he waited for her to launch, his muscles rippling as he grew tenser. Then she was off, and soon after a bronze had joined in. Soheath leaned over the edge, using the drop to get the momentum he needed to follow the green through her stormy flight.

Soh did not bellow, or roar his response. He wasn’t like that. He beat his wings, glad that Avirith had chosen a storm to fly in. While she had trouble flying in the whipping winds, Soheath’s bulky form made it much easier to stay on course. He caught up with the green just as she dove towards the ocean, and Soheath followed, though his dive was less steep, and was more under the intent to save energy when she eventually rose again.

Ad’os had stayed outside the weyr when the Wingleader had entered, not wanting to arrive until Soheath had truly joined the race, though the flightlust made it near impossible. He entered Ara’s weyr as the girl, hissing, reentered from the ledge, dripping with rainwater and obviously completely lost to her dragon’s emotions. He moved forward, standing opposite the room to S’val, showing that, for the time being, they were enemies. In the air, he felt Soheath’s rumbling hiss of challenge at the bronze, and Ad’os let loose his own. Glaring daggers at the man who dare fly against Soheath’s – His – prize.

Soheath rose, gaining height as Avirith played with the bronze. Then her lovely voice entered his mind again and when he thought she was too occupied to notice, he dove. The ocean grew closer, and Soheath was forced to snap open his wings earlier than the green had, since his bulk took longer to slow the descent. He was near her side, but above her now, feeling the rain on his back, and the spray from the ocean on his belly. He reached out his claws, hoping she would fly up into his grasp.

[Lark]

Someone else was entering then. Turning quickly to see who it was, Ara set out her arms like a dragonet did with its wings to steady herself. Flashes of Avirith's vision went across hers confusing her. She saw brown hide mixed with skin, a flash of wings. Turning back to her first chaser the same reaction was found but this time with bronze. Interesting for sure.

Making a pleased sound, the girl followed her dragon's movements as she walked-no glided-along the weyr. She was vaguely aware of the tension between the two men, but that didn't matter any to her since it didn't matter to her green. A flash of skin showed as she danced over to the newest chaser's human. A hand slithered across his shoulder, or she thought it did at least before she moved back to creep around the bronzerider again.

Avirith loved this game. She roared, delighted as yet another chaser came to play in the rain with her. He danced with her too, though not as agile as her own smaller form. Not one of her males had really been on par with her own movements, but she liked that! A true partner didn't need to be the spotlight, she wanted the steady protector that would keep her from falling. Crooning to the brown, who she partially recognized, the green's voice turned into a hiss as he moved to catch her. I choose who I am with! The dragoness' voice was sweet still, but harsh too as she slid to the side of the brown. He was close to her, but she was faster than him still with the wherry blood coarsing through her veins.

Twirling so that she was now above him, the green hissed and moved to hit the brown's back with her tail. It was a hit or miss, and even if it did hit it wouldn't be terribly hard just jarring or annoying, but the intent was clear. She wasn't ready to let this dance end anytime soon. Heading straight up like an arrow she waited for the two chasers and anyone else who joined to catch up before dropping her wings again and flipping, diving down between them all to level out below and come out ahead of her chasers. Looking back, she snorted before turning forward and letting out a roar as thunder and lightning lit up the sky once again.

[Zero]

The bronze’s jaws parted in a toothy snarl as the antics of a young brown slipped into his vision. Was he to be ousted by him?! Solarith let lose another roar of defiance, allowing his wings to conform to his body as he streamlined through the air behind the speedy green. She may have been more agile then him but the king had strength and countless generations of instinct boiling his blood right now and that made him deadly. Waiting as long as he could, Solarith unwrapped his wings and beat the very air that supported him, stopping his descent with bone jarring speed. Waves licked his belly as his claws reached out for the crashing water before he sent himself skyward once more.

Come now my little queen, no need to run. Your king has come for you.

Wings beating in time to match the thunder enveloping them, he swooped through the air till he drew above her, eyes a swirling mass of red with a hint of purple as he watched her retaliate against the brown male. How dare he try to snatch her! Bellowing at the other male, the scarred bronze spun through the air as he dared to quickly drop through the air. His goal to simply ram into the side of the brown and hoping to knock him off balance enough so he could take the position, his rightful place, beside Avirith. Even if blood had to be spilt, he would have her.

S’val stepped back a few paces as she quickly pushed away from him. It was clear the flight lust had already taken her under its wing. In fact he might have been strong at first, able to fight off the feeling, but since he stepped foot in her room, touched her even, his mind was on overload.

Feeding off the primal instincts of his dragon, the wingleader shot a deadly look to the man who walked in behind him. S’val couldn’t care less if the man was a part of his own Wing at this moment in time. In his eyes he was the enemy. Dragons were battling each other and the forces of nature to claim that green as their own, while their Riders were stuck in a cramped weyr forced to stare at the competition. It was torture on an unimaginable level.

S’val’s vision flashed from the scene in the room to what his bronze was doing and back again. He could almost feel the rain cutting hard against his flesh, the wing whipping past his body as he fought against nature each and every step of the way. Each feeling as real as if the two had been one entity. Shaking his head, S’val glared at the other Rider as Ara twirled around him but then she stopped and returned to where he stood in the room. Which was good because S’val was getting into the mood where thoughts of attacking the other rider were beginning to enter his train of thought.

This is where he got bold. Daring to reach out to her he took her by the waist and attempted to pull her against his chest, forcing her to feel the power and passion he was receiving from his bronze at that moment. He knew she wouldn’t be held for long and that he would probably earn a mark or two for his hands having a mind of their own, but it was worth it. Oh was it worth it.

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[Zirin]

Ad’os gulped as Ara’s movement caused the slightest hint of tantalizing skin. He shivered as her hand trailed across his shoulder. He began to reach out for her, much as his dragon had done, but she was gone again, back towards the man who was normally his superior. But then it wasn’t S’val and Ara that he was watching; it was Solarith and Avirith as his vision shifted to merge with his dragon.

Soheath barked in surprise as the previously happy green turned on him, greeting his attempt on her with harsh, unforgiving words. She was swift in her punishment, but swifter than he was, with his slow, heavily muscled form. So swift, in fact, that she had escaped his grasp and twirled to be above him. Soheath looked up as her tail whizzed through the air towards him, and though he tried to avoid it, he had nowhere to go; ocean below him and the wrathful green above.

The tail hit him square in the back, causing him to hiss, though the hit wasn’t hard enough to cause any real damage, though his ego felt it rather strongly. He beat his wings fervently, trying to regain height as she sped up through the air, and it was only the help of a wayward thermal that helped him gain any height at all. He spoke as he flew after her, apologetic of his attempt. As you wish, dear Avirith. Fly and I will chase you until my wings fall from my back and my body falls to the ocean bellow. Fly far and fast, Oh goddess of the sky, for I will always follow!

His ascent and words were cut short as the enemy bronze slid between himself and Avirith and Soheath had had enough of the cocky bronze. He let loose a roar of defiance at the tactic, one of the few roars ever heard from the normally quiet brown. He twisted his wings, sending his own body barreling into the bronzes, though with the unpredictable winds of the storm, it would be easy for him to be swept off course. Regardless, he wanted to push the bronze out of his way.

On the ground, Ad’os’s vision shifted back to the sight of the weyr, though he could still feel the wing against his skin and the light pain in his back from Avirith’s attack. He hissed as S’val dared to touch his lady. Had he not learned from the brown’s own attempt?

“She will chose her own!” He roared, his voice raspy as Soheath spoke through him. Like the dragon in the air, the human on the ground ran at his competitor, his eyes wild with flightlust and rage, intent on pushing him away from Ara.

[Zero]

S’vals dark gaze snapped from the woman to the other Rider as he charged across the room. A devilish smirk took over his features as he moved Ara to the side, if she hadn’t pulled away from him already. Their brief contact had left him feeling as though he were struck by lightning while the lingering fragrance from her hair left him lightheaded and with a powerful wanting. The antics of the other rider and his dragon were increasing his rage with each passing moment.

He let the boy rush him, his right leg sliding back behind him as he braced himself for the impact and at the last moment charged forward with his shoulder as a battering ram. His hope was to knock the boy from his feet before he could get himself hurt. S’val himself staggered slightly at the impact, already feeling the blood pooling beneath his skin as the heavy bruise began to form. Panting heavily as he eyed his opponent, the Rider dropped his hand to his side where his hunting knife lay hidden, just waiting for the other man to make another pass at him so he would have the chance to use it.
“C’mon boy…”
The words entered the air between the party with a growl one would expect from his dragon counterpart. As the next flash of lightning filled the room he saw only Soheath before him as the glittering form of Avirith continued her movements about the room. As the flash faded so did the dragons till he was glaring at the young Rider once more.


Solarith bellowed and met the tumbling brown with outstretched claws, just waiting to tear into flesh. He was no hatchling. It would take more then a bump to knock the large king out of this game. Snapping his jaws in sharp defiance, the lord stretched his wingspan and quickly drew just beneath the little queen. He kept his distance though for the time being so she would be unable to lash out at him with her claws and tail.

See my Avirith? You’re Solarith won’t allow that youngling to dishonor you. Let yourself fall to me, my tiny dancer, and I will keep you safe from the beasts.

The bronze crooned twisting around so he was flying parallel with her lithe frame. He ached to end the flight now but just knew the speedy green would have none of it. So he was forced to continue his battle with the elements as he fought to draw closer to her side.

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[Lark]

Ara purred practically as S'val grabbed for her waist bringing her closer to his body. This was an interesting twist in things wasn't it, the jealous man! Laughing, Ara hissed as she found he didn't wish to let her go. Pushing at his chest, the greenrider shook her head. This wasn't how it was meant to be! Digging nails into his shoulder as hard as she could, which wasn't too hard, Ara didn't notice A'dos' anger growing. She could feel the tention though. Something had gone wrong with this flight! Hissing as her green did, Ara gladly moved away from the bronzerider as he pushed her aside.

The girl watched as the two males collided with one another. Roaring her anger, Ara wasn't herself anymore but Avirith. The green wasn't pleased in the slightest. THIS IS MY DANCE! Screatching with fury the green went first to Soheath who had started this. You two will learn that this is not about idle fights between males. Postering and fighting amongst yourselves will not please me in the least! Reaching out the green darted above he brown and let her front legs extend. She intended her talons to score against his side and shoulder. The impact was jarred though so if it hit the injury would be light.

Pushed up on an updraft, the green wheeled around to the bronze. How dare he only attack back! This was her flight, her skies, her place to exact punishment! Hissing, the green dove down. Oh I'm coming down my sweet bronze. Not to be yours yet though! Extending her wings to catch on the wind and rain, Avirith bit back a keen of pain. Her body hurt from this flight, and the males were drawing this out more so than she had originally planned. Not that she wanted to make it easy, but this wasn't the dance she had intended to occur when she started. Moving to give injuries that mirrored Soheath's Avirith corkscrewed away from any attempts to catch her, powered by draft of wind.

Flying up now, the green hissed again. Lightning flashed dangerously close, the green dropping her wings as it scared her. Again she was close to the water, but she wanted to be higher in the sky. Winging around to the cliffs, the dragoness searched for an opening. There was none. Above was the torrents of rain and flashing lights, beneathe her dangerous rocks. Behind her was her two chasers. The only place to go was forward, so she did. Flapping her wings, Avirith looked over her shoulder at the bronze and brown. They were gaining to her disapointment, and the green snapped her jaws unhappily. I'm not done yet boys! Folding in her wings, the green went to the cliffs and maneuvered through the rock formations found there heading back for the Weyr. Tired, scared and sore she knew the end was only minutes, if not mere seconds away.

Back at Trelis, Alyara was just unhappy as her dragon. The two riders were dangerously close to doing serious harm to one another and the girl didn't want that. Grabbing for one, she pushed herself against the other trying to get between them and distract the two from one passion with another. "Please...." Her eyes moved to lock with first A'dos' then S'val's. Crying out as Avirith did, the rider turned to the cave her dragon slept in. A blinding light was all she saw then the ocean, the dragoness furious and frightened filled her mind. She was heading back now, her lifemate was coming back thank Faranth. Shaking from fear as well as lust, Ara was ready for this event to be over as well. Never did she think it would be like this, and she was still between the two riders!

[Zirin]

Ad’os couldn’t follow what happened next, his mind too lost in the confusion and emotions of flightlust, all he knew was one moment he had been king of the world, powerful, fierce, and out to show what he was made of. Now, all he could comprehend was the feeling of cold stone against his body and a dull, throbbing pain in his lower back. He blinked open his eyes, focusing on the actual room for the first time in what seemed like forever. The other riders still shimmered with the colours of their dragons, but he could truly see them for what they were. The angry glare from S’val, and the rider’s knife-ready pose told him all he needed to know; he had lost himself. He rose, trying to keep control long enough to apologize for his behavior, but then the pain hit, and he was once again Soheath, his scream one of pain and surprise.

In the air, Soheath roared with the same feeling of pain as his attack landed on outstretched claws, the sharp points easily tearing into his soft flesh. He tumbled, dropping back towards the cold ocean water as he tried to beat his wings and regain balance. He rose, pain tearing through his left wing as it worked to move his bulk and he was forced to look away from the bronze to check the injury. Choking back the pain as he realized the claws had not only raked part of his back, but had also torn a small bit of his wing membrane. It wasn’t enough to make him stop flying, not that he could because of the location, but it would definitely make flying slower and more painful and if the flight lasted too long he knew it would become a serious injury. He looked back to the two dragons in time to see Avirith’s claws also coming for him, and he could not move out of the way in time. He was lucky, though, that the small green was so easily moved by the wind. Her claws hit their target, but the gashes were shallow, leaving small cuts on his previously unmarked wing. This just was not his day.

He held back after that, as the green moved her attack onto Solarith. It was then he realized how big of a mistake he had made, and he was upset that it had taken two sets of claws to show him that. Though his blood still boiled with anger at the bronze, the sight of Avirith, her wings beating tiredly and her movements no longer carefree but full of anger, filled Soheath with sorrow. Oh what had he done?

He roared, the sound full of pain and sorrow. It was the last sound he would make. Had he lost this beautiful lady to his selfish desires? He did not speak to her, or to the bronze, he didn’t have the energy for it. Let her chose him, let her chose the greater dragon. Soheath, mollified, forced his pained body forward, moving behind the green as she maneuvered back towards the Weyr. He would not force her to catch him. No, though he wanted to rip Solarith’s throat out, he knew Avirith would not last much longer, and then she would fall unprotected to the ground. His muscles rippled as he forced himself to keep up with her after her Cliffside maneuver. He stretched his wings out, gliding beneath her, barely able to keep them moving any longer and saving his stamina incase it was needed. He stayed below, ready to catch the green if her wings gave out. His breathing was labored, his eyesight was wavering, and ichor dripped from the various wounds on his back. But he stayed where he was. He would not let her fall because of his childishness. He wanted to win her, but he feared it was too late.

Ad’os wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover the places that hurt. Oh how it hurt! He wobbled, moving precariously towards S’val, though this time it wasn’t with the intent to hurt, this time it was completely confusion. He would have toppled into the other male, if it hadn’t been for Ara coming between them. She suddenly became a pillar of support and Addy raised pained, but lust filled eyes to meet hers. He wasn’t out of this yet, but if it didn’t end soon he didn’t know what he would do.

“A…Ara…” He whispered past heavy, tired lips. He lifted a hand, attempting to place it gently on the girls in a calming way, though in his hazy mind he didn’t know if he did it or not. He was breathing heavily, warring with himself to stay sane, to not lose himself completely to the fatigue Soheath felt so heavily. He needed to see this through to the end. He had to see his dragon home…

[Zero]

Solarith crooned as Avirith began to respond to his previous words, eyes swirling fiercely as she swooped towards him. He flexed his claws in anticipation of that winning moment but only a harsh berating is all he received. She twisted through the air, being smaller the wind currents worked in her favor, and raked her claws over his left shoulder as he realized his previous antics must have displeased her. The pain struck home and the bronze cried out in a mix of anger and hurt. She dare attack him!

His head snapped to where the brown was struggling with his own received wounds before focusing back on the fleeing green. The pain he felt in his shoulder hindered him only slightly but fueled his passion to bring this flight to an end as he was growing weary also. Watching her green form before him, Solarith felt a pang of distress as she dove for the cliffs and through the flightlust he felt the twinge of worry not because he might lose her in this flight but for the harm she could inflict upon herself should she lose strength and fall from the sky.

Drawing along side her the king, completely ignoring the competition now, allowed his tail to brush lightly against her own, hoping to twine with it and pull her into him. Crooning soft words of encouragement and apology as he prepared himself to catch her falling frame should her wings ever give out. The rain, a mere annoyance when they started, now slapped painfully at his body, stinging his wounds as ichor stained his hide.

His breathing was labored and his eyes wild as the room seemed to spin around him. His gaze was still one with his dragon and what he saw was his competitor on the floor, flat on his back. He took a staggering step towards the man, slowly unsheathing his knife. Before he could act on any of his impulses though, Ara slipped between the two men and his gaze was drawn from the other Rider and fixated on her once more.

As Solarith was wounded so did S’val feel the same pain from the encounter and he clenched his jaw against the cry of pain and forced himself to move away from the others. Sheathing his blade, the Rider grabbed at his head, struggling to clear his thoughts as the distress he was feeling from his dragon combined with the tense atmosphere that surrounded Ara’s weyr.

A few moments passed before S’val opened his eyes once more only to see a sight that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing once more. Continuing to clench his jaw against the pain and growls, he struggled to keep himself from launching himself at the younger man and instead took to pacing heavily around the room, looking much like a prowling jungle cat in the background. His body ached from the nights events and his mind was reeling with the effects of flightlust.
She would come to him though, choose him. She had too. Ara was the only one who could soothe his aches and bring his reeling mind back down to earth.

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[Lark]

In the skies along the cliffs of The Island, Avirith crooned as she saw Soheath go back to normal and Solarith leave the other male alone. Before she could decide to do anything though, a dark shape enveloped its body around hers. The green jerked up, her wings quickly finding they were against another's, her tail and neck twining with the bronze dragon's. She didn't fight it, perhaps if she was less tired she would, but she was done by now. It was this or fall onto the ground, and that wasn't an option. Crooning sweetly, the green clung to the bronze like a frightened child. Take me home Solarith. Please take me home.

She let him fly her, barely glancing at the other chaser's form. This hadn't been what she intended from the start, but the bronze had pleased her throughout the flight. Until the fight of course, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Straightening her wings out, she allowed their path to be controlled and fell into the flight's embrace. Down on the ground Ara felt the same pull, though S'val hadn't mimicked his dragon's movements.

No he was still watching Ad'os carefully, and Ara still felt the fear and tension in the room. She didn't want them to fight anymore and a sudden, very unlike herself, plan came to mind. Avirith had made the brown and bronze pay for their fight, but she had not done the same with their riders. Smiling with a dark intent, Ara curled herself around S'val's form as her green wound herself around Solarith.

She moved to kiss his cheek ligtly, then unwove herself from the man still holding onto his arm. Reaching over, the girl moved to take Ad'os hand as well. "You'll have to learn to work together boys. It's time to bring them home." Darting her hazel green eyes from one rider to the other, Ara hoped they understood her intent. She was choosing them both. They'd have to learn to share this morning.