I Hope You Dance (Avirith's Mating Flight)

[Zirin]

The Weyr was drawing closer. He beat his wings, every stroke slicing through the stormy air, every movement causing pain to shoot through his torn shoulders. Ichor mixed with rain, his brown hide slowly becoming streaked with green, and he continued to fly. Waiting, hoping, that Avirith would somehow choose him over the large bronze. She did not. He watched as green and bronze twined together in a beautiful and terrific pas de deux, their forms speeding through the sky until wings finally caught the proper wind to carry both bodies carefully earthward. He did the same, though at a sharper angle, since he had no need to stay airborne any longer. He wanted to get as far away as possible. Lightning flashed through the sky, lighting the way for the exhausted chaser.

Ad’os watched in rejection as Ara wound herself around her victor. Jealousy and envy boiled in him, as he was still feeling the primal instinct of not only flight lust but also the adrenaline from the fight and pain. He forced himself to look away, trying to command his pained body to leave the room. Then, just as he was finally ready to take a step, Ara’s voice reached his ears. Work together...? He didn’t understand what she meant until he felt her hand in his. But... he hadn’t won… His eyes flicked to hers, still burning with the newfound lust of flight. Soheath…? He asked tentatively. I am above the Weyr. I must sleep. The brown responded curtly, not wanting to speak with his rider or anyone else at the moment. Before Addy could respond, Soheath had blocked their mind link with a final word of assurance that he was fine. The virgin, completely unaware of what was truly transpiring, held the hand tighter and moved closer to her, whispering her name. “Ara…”

The wind whipped around his bulky form as he glided, the cold rain numbing his wounds, both physical and emotional. He roared, not in anger, but in sorrow and regret as he sped towards the ground, his wings tucked in close to relieve the cold throbbing and to make his descent quick. The ground grew closer, and Soheath spread his wings to catch the air and slow his body, and catch they did, slowing his descent a few meters from the ground. Then his roar changed to one of extreme pain, its sheer volume rocking the Weyr as his ripped wing buckled under the strain of slowing him.

He veered sharply attempting to control his fall in such a way that he would not hurt himself further. He grunted as his legs connected with the ground, his body following soon after as he skidded towards one of the ground level weyrs. Trouble popped from between a moment later, crooning her worry for her big cousin before popping back between to find help. The brown sighed, the fatigue finally setting in, and allowed sleep to wash over him.

[Zero]

Solarith rumbled in delight as his tiny dancer twirled right into his waiting grasp. Instantly his dark frame wrapped around her, completely dwarfing her in size but holding her tightly nonetheless and he flew her. They fell swiftly through the threatening sky, making a dive for the jagged ground below as the combined effects of lightning and thunder buffered the large bronze and his green prize.

All his focus remained fixed on his Avirith as they continued their flight. Whether the brown still hung about or not was the lest of his concerns at the moment. He had won the rights to this flight as it should be,. After all, he was King was he not?

Meanwhile back in the Weyr, S’val had his focus fixed solely on Ara. As he felt her draw into his side his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. He had felt the connection through his dragon the moment the bronze had caught Avirith and now only flickering thoughts of her bedchambers flashed before his minds eye. She was his and he wasn’t about to let go.

S’val mumbled something incoherently, possibly a few choice colorful words, as she moved to pull away from him a second time and had no choice but to let one of his arms fall back to his side. His eyes had almost a haunted look about them as he stared hard at the boy who still remained standing in the center of the room. His adrenaline and rage were still coursing heavily through his veins and he had no problem running the former competition from the room. Only it would seem Ara had something entirely different in mind and it was only her arm twined with his that kept the Wingleader in line and glued to the spot and her side.

“I don’t share…” With a voice rougher then usual and laced with a growl his bronze would normally give off, S’val jealously pulled her back into his embrace. Nuzzling her neck, he pressed his nose to her hair, inhaling the sweet fragrance, all the while shooting daggers at Ad’os. He wouldn’t be able to keep the ‘death glare’ up for too much longer though. As his Solarith caught his green the anger the Rider felt through their connection began to fade and all there was left was to give completely into the flightlust that was beginning to make his mind reel like a drunk mans.

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