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Post by Torva Anian on Oct 2, 2008 15:05:03 GMT -5
Sorcha leaned against the wall as she stared at her sleeping Moonstreak thinking of the day of her Hatching. It'd been a confusing and exhausting day to say the least. Not that the next Turn or so of life had been any less. It seemed the dragon was almost done growing at the size of a really big blue. Then again, they were supposed to be growing for three Turns so she might grow bigger. That wouldn't really matter to Sorcha though. It would just be more hide to oil and take care of.
Her eyes traveled over the now familiar pattern of burnished silver streaked with black, dark blue, and white. Lirlith was looking very nice these days. Sorcha chalked it up to her superior oiling skills. She hadn't known what to do with the marvelous creature at first. And despite not liking the situation Rhia had taught her well. She was even contemplating staying with the Weyr. Her first thought had been to Graduate and leave the Weyr and memories behind. As with her original plan, by degrees she had changed her mind. Things were nice here, she could stay for a while more, eh?
She turned and looked at her Weyr, finally organized the way she wanted it. She hadn't known what to do with all this space at first. After all, she went from living with her sisters, to living with dragonets and weyrlings, to one huge room of her own. Her paltry belongings barely seemed to make the room seem spartan in decorations. Good news is, it made her room look clean and she didn't have to worry about clutter.
She glanced back as the Moonstreak moved slightly in her sleep. Yes, she'd come a long way from that delusional girl who had grand plans to steal an egg for a tyrant. Christae had even gotten the man taken care of. While Sorcha wasn't there everyday with her sisters, she did get regular corespondents from them. She wanted to visit them, but Weyrlings weren't allowed to Between without permission and now that she graduated she was supposed to wait for Lirlith's first flight. They were keeping her Weyrbound until it happened.
A frowned marred her face as she studied the dragon. Was it really good oiling or shining because she was to rise? A sudden fear took hold of her. She wasn't really afraid of the flight because they'd been taught everything they needed to know about dragonflights. That didn't mean Sorcha was okay with it or that the thought of the first flight didn't scare her. Alerted to her feelings the blue popped in and landed on her shoulder. Absently she stroked his eye ridges as she wondered what she should do. Maybe it was nothing.
She wondered what the new Werylings were up to. She herself had been busy with the flitt and dragonet. The others hadn't seemed any less distracted. It seemed to have taken forever before she got a full night's sleep and could actually enjoy a day and not have to devote it to something draconic related. She wondered when the new Weyrleader would officially give the Graduated weyrlings a wing designation. She new she was already in the Queen's wing, but she'd been almost looking for an excuse to finally talk to Hasmina. She'd been avoiding the yellow rider with a passion for so long ...
Any thoughts disappeared as the Moonstreak woke with whirling orange-red colors in her jewel-faceted eyes. The dragon turned towards the ledge and roared a challenge before jumping off in the direction of the herdbeasts. Sorcha threw her hands up in frustration before letting them fall to her sides. Stupid beast, why, really, why now? She would like it if the dragon would just wait, oh, ten turns would be nice. It was mid-day, hopefully everyone was off doing something, then again that wouldn't stop Lirlith from having her Flight.
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Post by Sparrow on Oct 3, 2008 10:47:07 GMT -5
Sh’rel leaned against Rolaranth on the ledge of their weyr. He was making sure his rider straps were in tip-top shape. The great brown appeared to be sleeping at least to someone who did not know the brown any better. His rider of course knew otherwise. He had been pestering Rolaranth with questions as to why he was being so strange today. Sh’rel had not ever seen the calm brown act this way. Rolaranth was tense and every now and then, the tip of his tail would twitch. It was if he was waiting for something.
Sh’rel was about to start pestering the brown again when there was a roar. Seconds later Rolaranth was up and bellowed back accepting the challenge. The Brownrider fell back still not fully understanding what was going on. He got to his feet and stared after the brown dragon as he followed the Moonstreak to where the herdbeasts were. ”Shards and shells,” Sh’rel cursed under his breath as he tossed his riding straps towards the peg where they usually hung, not bothering to see if he actually got them on the peg.
The Brownrider continued to mutter under his breath as he scrambled down. “Couldn’t you have given me a lift down before taking off?” Of course, Rolaranth was not listening to his rider’s complaints all his senses were attuned to the Moonstreak and wasn’t she a sight. The brown had never accepted the challenge of any of the female dragons, even if Sh’rel had liked the rider. And now, when they get to a new Weyr the brown decided to chase the dragon of a rider he did not even know. Finally, Sh’rel’s feet touched the ground and he realized that he did not know where to go now.
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Post by Spirithawk on Oct 3, 2008 14:59:34 GMT -5
P'rin and Kilzanth emerged from *between*, just in time for the flight of the Moonstreak.
She is a beauty. I intend to try to catch her. P'rin let out a groan. He knew that this came with the territory, but he hadn't been ready for the intensity of the feelings taht had come with Kaith's flight. If Kilzanth caught Lirlith those feelings would be worse.
"Land and I'll get your straps off. Don't you try to chase her with me on your back. You think she could have picked a better time." The pair had been running errands for the new Weyrleader while the WLs tried to get the Weyr straight. There were wings to review and assign and P'rin didn't think it would happen soon enough. He was tired of being in limbo. At least as a Weyrling he knew what he needed to do. Now he was waiting for a placement and just doing odd errands from time to time and there were quite a few dragons to choose from to do errands so they were few and far in between. On the plus side, he was a bronzerider. So when Christae and N'kal wanted to show respect or honor for some person they would send him.
Hurry. The bronze landed, less gracefully than he normally did and P'rin was jarred a bit.
"Be a bit more patient. She's still blooding her kill" P'rin grumbled. He unhooked his belt strap and slid to the bronze's offered fore arm and then to the ground. He quickly undid the straps and pulled them off the bronze.
She could fly at any time. I don't want to have to beat the other bronzes and my own lateness.
The bronze lifted his wings and the speckles caught the sun. "You are handsome Kilzanth. Good flying my heart." The bronze took a moment to nuzzle his rider, nearly knocking him down.
You can be slow sometimes but you are a good rider. P'rin chuckled, knowing that his dragon was sparse with compliments towards his rider and that he shouldn't take it as an insult. It was the closest his dragon would ever get to really complimenting him. He took off at a run towards the feeding pens. The Moonstreak's rider would probably be there to try to control her dragon. He wished he had taken the time to get to know some of the female riders more. He didn't like going into a flight without being acquainted with the rider any more than any other man did. The bronze took off, jumping on a heardbeast when he got to the feeding pens. He blooded one beast while keeping an eye on the beauty he had his eye on. He glanced at the brown. In a gold flight, he wouldn't be much competition but this beauty was an unknown. She was a Mutant and anything could happen.
"Magnificent creatures." They looked viscious but they were beautiful. P'rin directed the remark to no one in particular.
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Post by Torva Anian on Oct 5, 2008 13:38:06 GMT -5
Sorcha started running with a jolt. Ah yes, the stupid fight she was going to have to have to make sure Lirlith only blooded her kills. She'd been too worried about after. She sprinted down the steps from her Weyr, hoping she wouldn't fall. She glanced up in time to see the Moonstreak pounce on a poor beast killing it within seconds. You know the rules, blood it. All she did was send back a growl Sorcha was to far to hear, but could still feel. Fine let some ratty old blue take you. If you don't blood it that's what's going to happen. You'll be too fat and no good dragon will want you. Another snarl sounded from Lirlith's throat.
Sorcha finally hopped down from the steps and made her way to the Weyr bowl near the pens. She leaned against the posts panting. She was glad to see the Moonstreak blooding her kill before jumping and gliding to a small herdbeast to blood that one as well.
Silver muzzle shining red the dragon let out another roar before taking to the sky. Sorcha watched her rise and was suprised when she could feel her muscles bunch and wind go under her wings. She glanced back down at herself and the dragons that would try for her. She also felt that they weren't worthy of her, she was a great catch, no other like her. She would show them that she was better than a Queen! Sorcha smirked, then blinked, when she noticed she was staring at the fence post again.
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Post by Sparrow on Oct 7, 2008 17:23:59 GMT -5
Sh’rel glanced around and spotted a young woman running towards the feeding pens and the young bronze rider as well. He followed the pair, he should’ve known that that was where he should go, the rider of the Moonstreak would be there to keep her dragon from eating the herdbeast, telling her to only blood the thing.
The bronze was blooding his kill as Sh’rel arrived, Rolaranth crouched next to his blooded kill watching the Moonstreak, ready to chase when she decided the flight was to begin. She took down one more herdbeast and then she took to the skies. Rolaranth launched himself seconds after her. He did not reply to this roar as he had done before, that would waste energy, energy he needed if he wanted to catch the lovely Lirlith. So far there was only one challenger, a young bronze, for her but the brown was certain others would join in the chase for the unique beauty.
Sh’rel grinned as he saw how fast Rolaranth leapt into the air after Lirlith. He may be up against P’rin’s bronze but he was sure his Rolaranth would challenge the younger Kilzanth. The brown rider glanced at the girl who was the rider of the Moonstreak; she was pretty, he had to admit. As he had known he had not met her before, he would have remembered the girl with a dragon as distinctive as hers. It would no doubt be awkward if Rolaranth were to catch Lirlith. He turned away from Sorcha and looked to the sky trying to spot the dragons; it was getting harder to keep the brown’s desire from taking over. He clung to the fence pushing Rolaranth to fly faster.
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Post by Spirithawk on Oct 11, 2008 13:16:48 GMT -5
P'rin saw a young woman run up to the pens. This could only be the dragon's rider. No other female rider would be near here. He had seen a couple of the Weyr's greens take off from their Weyrs with their riders and go *between* to avoid a mating flight disaster. He knew that Anassa's green would be rising soon and Wolf's young Queen wouldn't be far from mating either with the Red Star coming closer and if either of them rose at the same time as Lirlith it would be a disaster that could end in the deaths of any of the dragons involved. He had heard horror stories about female dragons flying too close together and trying to kill one another while their suitors tried desperately to pull them apart. He was glad that all of the riders of female dragons were smart enough to take their beasts away from such a situation.
"P'rin of bronze Kilzanth." He gave a quick bow to the young woman. He didn't know her name and he figured she didn't know his and he didn't want to seem callous like some bronze riders. He had more scruples than that. At least if his dragon caught hers, she would know his name.
When Sh'rel arrived at the feeding pens, P'rin noded to the brownrider that had hunted with him a few sevendays back. It was hard to keep from becoming Kilzanth, though the emotions were nowhere near as intense as they had been during the mating flight of the Senior Queen. He figured a Queen's pull was so much stronger than any lesser female and he was able to remain himself longer this time than he had while his bronze was chasing after Kaith.
Kilzanth was not far behind Lirlith and Rolaranth after dropping the herdbeast he had been blooding. His eyes whirled bright red against his reddish bronze hide and the black tip of his tail flashed ebony in the sunlight as he streaked after the beautiful Moonstreak with a bugle of a challenge to the brown and any male who dared to challenge him.
Beauty of the skies! Choose one who is worthy of your magnificence.[/color The young bronze crooned to the shining dragon that was flying before him. He conserved his strength, knowing that to waste the energy flowing through his veins now would mean he would have less when he really needed it. He was young and strong and confident.
Even though P'rin didn't really know the rider, he caught his dragon's excitement and determination to catch the magnificent dragon and silently urged his great bronze to fly his best.
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Post by Torva Anian on Nov 4, 2008 11:36:43 GMT -5
Sorcha glanced over as P'rin spoke, "Oh, I'm Sorcha of Moonstreak Lirlith." She turned to watch the dragons take off. She wasn't sure quite what to do. She felt the pull to become Lirlith, but Sorcha also wanted some space so she wasn't wrapped up in everything. After all if she wasn't watching Lirlith who knows what the dragon would do? Part of her knew that she was just being over anxious because it was their first flight and it was all going as normal.
You first must prove your worthy. Can you keep up? The silver dragon shot upwards before leveling off above the woods to keep a fast pace forwards. She was sure the two dragons wouldn't have a hard time following, after all she'd just gotten started.
(( Sorry so short ))
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Post by Spirithawk on Nov 5, 2008 14:14:56 GMT -5
Kilzanth opened his large wings to their fullest and took advantage of the hot air rising to bring him upwards as Lirlith flew ever higher. He followed when she leveled off above the skybroom trees. His wings skimmed just above the tops, sending the leaves waving crazily from his draft.
Be certain my beauty that I will prove myself most worthy of your attentions. I am young and strong. He didn't crowd her or try to push faster. The flight was just beginning and he wanted to conserve his energy. He could feel his rider's encouragement from the Weyr.
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Post by Sparrow on Nov 5, 2008 21:05:06 GMT -5
Rolaranth continued he ascent before pulling up to the same altitude that the Moonstreak was at. He followed behind, not straying far behind. Though he was up against the younger bronze, he was holding his own, only a dragonlength or two behind Kilzanth. Rolaranth crooned to Lirlith, I am up to the challenge, you will see. He pumped his wings a bit harder inching closer to the Moonstreak.
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Post by Torva Anian on Nov 18, 2008 20:07:57 GMT -5
Lirlith gave a draconic laugh, before making a sharp veer to the left and shooting upwards. She was now angled back the way they'd come and rising quickly. The Moonstreak was rather disappointed at the turn out, number wise, but color wise, she felt proud. Her jeweled eyes whirled at a fast pace as she quickly turned her ascent into a little dive while she twirled, no reason to let those silly dragons think she just an easy green! Muscles bunched under the blue, black, and silver hide as she assessed just where her pursuers might be in this race.
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Post by Spirithawk on Nov 18, 2008 23:07:39 GMT -5
P'rin let out a shout from the ground as Kilzanth bugled. He realized that he was getting too tied up on his dragon earlier than he wanted and he fought the connection. Kilzanth was a strong dragon and his presence was strong in P'rin's mind.
Kilzanth's hide flashed in the sun as he followed his quarry's rapid changes of direction. He followed her in her dive but he didn't spiral as she did. He wouldn't waste energy in twirling when he might need it later. He felt that he would have adequate time to show off his prowress without frivolous flight maneuvers.
Faranth was she beautiful! Her hide seemed to glow in the sun and he could see her muscles bunching as she flew. He could feel his own muscles working under his smooth hide and he felt confident. He and his rider had been working hard to be the best that they could be even though they argued more often than not. Their personalities seemed to clash but when it was important, they somehow managed to agree.
My beauty, your brilliance rivals the sun. He crooned to Lirlith as he followed her flight closely.
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Post by Sparrow on Nov 23, 2008 13:13:17 GMT -5
Rolaranth pushed harder inching closer when all of a sudden Lirlith veered to the side then back the way they had come. Needless to say the brown was surprised; he hadn’t expected the Moonstreak to be that agile. Rolaranth opened his wings and sped upwards barrel-rolling so he was oriented the right way. As he continued to follow the beauty she dove down, twirling through the air. He copied her dive, though not a steep, trying to adjust his angle to where she would be, he hoped.
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Post by Torva Anian on Dec 22, 2008 0:05:29 GMT -5
Sorcha smiled as she looked upwards at the dragons chasing and flying in the sky. Though she loved to tease the Moonstreak, she had to admit Lirlith looked beautiful and graceful up there. She moved smoothly as she caught a small thermal and started to just glide upwards, only the tips of her body moving to regulate the passing of the air around her body. Gaining the most speed out of the draft of air that she could.
And like the sun, am I also beyond your reach? Inwardly the Moonstreak was pleased, what female wouldn't enjoy praises bestowed upon her? The dragon drew even with the clouds and dove into and around them, making it hard to see exactly where she would end up next.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 22, 2008 1:59:07 GMT -5
Though Lirlith was responding to Kilzanth, his rival for the moment, Rolaranth could not help but to respond. But, my dear, doesn’t the sun get lonely flying alone, every now and then? Let me keep you company. The brown followed Lirlith, catching a draft up into the clouds. He broke through the fluffy white cloud, droplets of water glistening on his dark chocolate hide. His whirling red eyes caught sight of the Moonstreak as she dove in and around the clouds and he forced his wings to pump harder continuing in his pursuit of her.
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 22, 2008 14:48:52 GMT -5
You are the brightest sun of our home my beauty and I am like the moon our the clouds or our sun's companion suns for do they not keep the sun company? My wings glisten with the gold of the sun but they do not compare to your beauty!
If P'rin had been in any state to think clearly he would have ridiculed his dragon for such flowery statements but instead he just urged the large bronze onward.
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Post by Torva Anian on Dec 23, 2008 11:43:37 GMT -5
Lirlith felt herself starting to tire, but wasn't willing to give in quite yet. She performed a half backward loop so that the others passed beneath her as she flew upside down over them. She quickly flipped back over and her wings beat hard, now finding herself fighting against the current to fly. Still confident she taunted, All the sun wants is what it's always wanted. A good chase. For doesn't it run from the moon and hide above the clouds?
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Post by Spirithawk on Dec 23, 2008 19:21:05 GMT -5
Ah but beauty sometimes they do cross just as I would love to cross wings with you!
Kilzanth powered into a quick loop that took more energy than he should. He was still a bit cocky because of his youth but he was also a very fit dragon. He and his rider had little to do while waiting to be assigned to a wing so they often went swimming or practiced drills in the sky. The wind currents were against him but they were also against his quarry.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 25, 2008 22:59:00 GMT -5
Rolaranth performed the same maneuver as Lirlith turning himself around, though not as quickly as earlier on in the flight. He was not an old dragon, just five turns old but a flight like this could wear any dragon out. Still, Rolaranth pressed on, racing across the sky after Lirlith straining, trying to push himself faster than Kilzanth. He would not let that bronze dragon beat him to the enchanting Moonstreak.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jan 6, 2009 12:41:16 GMT -5
Lirlith continued to fight the draft, made more difficult by the random swells in energy that would throw her off occasionally. She fought off the current like she tried to fight off her quickly approaching exhaustion. Sorcha tensed as Lirlith did, to try to dive below the current. Unfortunately for her the draft swelled at the wrong moment and she was pushed back into Rolaranth.
(( Sorry about the crappiness, It was my/Lilrith's first flight. ))
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 7, 2009 2:55:48 GMT -5
Rolaranth pressed on, noticing that Lirlith was beginning to tire. With his eyes whirling red he pushed himself forward with a great thrust of his large wings. At that moment the draft swelled pushing Lirlith back, his wings tangled in hers. He wound his neck and tail tight around hers, crooning to her.
As the dragons entwined above Sh’rel could not get his arms around Sorcha fast enough. He roughly pulled the girl close to his chest nearly consumed by dragonlust. They were not in a weyr but near the feeding pens, “We should go…” Sh’rel said with a strained voice trying to control himself. He nodded to the ground level weyrs to indicate where he meant but wasn’t sure if the girl was listening or understood him at this time.
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