Shooting Stars (Emberyth's Maiden Flight)

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Dusk was settling in, as Azelle folded herself into a cross-legged position outside her weyr. She had made something of a habit, or maybe you could call it tradition, of sitting outside every night and watching the sunset and thinking. Of what? Well, pretty much anything her mind settled on; the days work, the past, the future, anything. She tucked a stray wisp of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. She had grown it out a bit over the past two Turns, until it almost reached her shoulders, but on a whim a few days ago she's cut it off, restoring it to the pixielike look it had had when she'd first arrived at Black Obsidian Weyr. She couldn't quite decide which she liked better - she liked and was used to the pixielike fashion, but it felt good longer too.

She stared up at the sky, which was slowly changing colors, from vibrant blue to royal blue - and, getting nearer to the setting sun, deep purple, and pink, and resonating orange. It was beautiful - Azelle had a fondness for nature acquired even before she'd spent Turns living in it, and it hadn't gone away. It had been such a long time since her days as the daughter of a simple herdsman. She hadn't even thought back that far in a long time.

For a long moment she let distant memories drift forward, from the happy days before the fire: of her and her brother Raveri playing, working with her father, singing with her mother, spending hours alone with the herdbeasts. It was so long ago. Over ten years since she'd had that kind of peace and simple happiness.

She could only bless that Emberyth had wanted to come here. She'd been wary of Black Obsidian Weyr at first, and so uncomfortable around everyone for a long while, but she'd thawed out in the past two Turns. And she realized how great it was to be in a place like this. This was the kind of life she loved. Friendly people, a place to fit in, someone who loved her - that being Emberyth....of course she had had Emberyth before, but it seemed that their bond had intensified now they were here.

It was a good place, it really was .And she'd been honored - and shocked - when she'd been asked to become Assistant Weyrlingmaster. It wasn't anything she would have asked for, but she did like helping Da'im teach the weyrlings....though admittedly there weren't any weyrlings at the moment so there wasn't so much for either of them to do. Lunith's lot had already graduated, and no clutching dragons had flown yet.

Clutching dragons...

She turned to look back at Emberyth, who was sleeping inside. Every so often she'd fidget in her sleep; Azelle figured she was probably dreaming. The female Onyx that Azelle called an Ash hadn't Flown yet, and the Ashrider didn't know if she ever would. She didn't know very much of anything about Emberyth, not really. She was a female Onyx, and how could such a thing exist? But she did, of course she did....but every so often Azelle had to wonder where she came from. And if there were any more of her kind. Would she Rise? Would she clutch? There was no way of knowing until she did, or didn't. They just had to feel there way through it. Of course females who were nearing their time to Rise were supposed to start...glowing....(weird). Emberyth was such an inky black though, how would anyone be able to tell? Of course there were the gray streaks that flashed through her hide...though looking at them Azelle thought they were more silver, really. Silver against an obsidian background.

Silver? But....

Emberyth stirred suddenly, eyes snapping open. Azelle gasped at the sudden barrage of emotion that hit her; oh, the Ash was restless, so restless. Pent up energy filling her agile frame, until she had to move, to let it out....energy that was heat, that was light, shining through every pore....world tinged violet with the sudden flushing of her whirling eyes...

Azelle jumped to her feet so fast she nearly stumbled over her own limbs, at the same moment Emberyth stood, making her way quickly over to the edge and throwing herself off into the night sky without a second glance at her rider. So hot...so restless....so hungry! She dove instinctively towards the feeding grounds, eyes whirling a bright violet that shone out against her dark hide. A heated, pounding energy rushed through her, and her need gew larger...she could not hold it in.

Azelle fell to the ground as quickly as she had stood, settling on her knees as a sudden undeniable need pressed down on her, as if a tangible thing were holding her down. Suddenly she wanted....wanted...more than anything, it was a want, a need ,that must be filled. Energy hot as fire, sharp as lightning, black and purple and red. It filled her mind; she bared her teeth, feeling the sharp crunch of flesh and bone beneath it - she'd taken one down in a matter of seconds - so hungry, she bent down to bite into it...

NO! Azelle pulled herself together enough to shout the command at her dragon, shaking her head fiercely. No! She remembered what Akri had told her after Lunith had risen - remembered what she'd passed on to the female weyrlings as asked...."You musn't let her feed, or the meat will weigh her down. Make sure she bloods only; it will keep her light and give her energy. She will resist. Do not let her defy you."

Emberyth, blood only! she shouted with all the conviction she could muster, through their bond. She felt the flash of fury and defiance crash through their linked minds, and hissed; Emberyth was so hungry - Azelle was so hungry - needed hot, warm meat....No! Blood only! Blood it! The answering roar echoed through the Weyr. Emberyth leaned down and ripped open the herdbeast - and drank from its neck greedily.

Azelle breathed a sigh of relief. That was over. But wow - Emberyth was Rising! She hadn't expected it to be like this - she hadn't expected them to be so...close. It was as if she was the Ash, she could see and feel and taste everything her dragon could...it was amazing. It was exhilarating. It was so....

She could feel the blood running down her throat, hot and strong and delicious, the taste mimicking perfectly the energy she felt pulsing through her. More - she wanted more. Another animal went down, and she drank all of that too. She drank until her entire being was singing with the energy that she could hold in no longer. She had to fly.

The Ash took to the skies with a deafening cry, that rang throughout the Weyr and was certain to wake up everyone in their beds - doubtless there would be some unhappy Weyrfolk grumbling in the morning about how 'because of that sharding dragon, they hardly got a wink of sleep'. The males would come, she was sure of that. They would come, and they would want her. But only she could choose. So completely in control; she loved it.

By now lust was pounding through the both of them, lust that was natural to Emberyth but a feeling that Azelle had never felt in such measure before. Her vision pulsed crazily - outside her Weyr - in the air - she could not stop herself from moving, for she had to get down, down into the open. How else could they find her? That was her main thought, following the same instinct as Emberyth's to make herself known. Somehow she managed to stumble out of her weyr and down the stone steps to the Weyrbowl - every time she tripped she'd pick herself up again and keep going, the urge to make herself accessible not letting her stop. Azelle had always been one to let her emotions rule her; it just made giving in to the feelings pulsing ever more strongly through her that much easier, almost natural.

Emberyth meanwhile took to the skies, bellowing a challenge to the male of the Weyr. Come to me, my dears, and see if you know how to fly! She pushed off powerfully, launching herself into the air and letting herself fall back towards the ground for a split second, before pulling up again. The sun had mostly set by now, leaving a dark sky except for the horizon, which still glowed rosy pink and orange; against the glow Emberyth was a shining shadow with violet eyes. She dipped and twirled, waiting for the moment when she would be Chased - and then she'd show them how fast she could fly.

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She rises![/color] Ciri's gaze snapped up towards the skies. She knew she should never be this close to Black Obsidian, but she and Astra had been bored and there was better swimming near the other Weyr.

Shard it, Astra! Get back to the... She snarled in anger as she saw her opal was not going to listen, not this time. A beautiful Ash was rising, far too tempting a prize for an ambitious opal, especially since the other wrathcursed males were far away and his chances were far greater than with any junior queen of their own Weyr. Her only prayer now was that he would be taken for an odd Teal, rather than what he truly was. She smirked. Wouldn't that just take the cake, Astrafith mating a pretty queen? Luci would be pleased, she had been trying to get a rider into black obsidian for turns. Fly hard, Astrafith! Show her what we exiles are made of!

Beautiful queen,[/color] he purred as he took to the skies, looping swiftly after her, intent on catching her. A jewel among queens. Astrafith will prove worthy![/color]

[Obsidian]

O'sin of Onyx Svarth

He had been preparing for bed, as the horizon slowly got darker, dressed in only his breeches as he walked about his weyr, getting things ready for the next day, and making mental notes on things that needed to be done. He wanted to sit down and have a talk with the old Tealrider T'lir about reappearing at the Weyr and poor K'eld's reaction . . . his mind suddenly stopped, as he had to make another mental note to allow Z'dyn to talk to T'lir, seeing as he was no longer the Weyrleader. Even now . . . it was hard to get use to, even after two Turns.

On the ledge of their weyr, Svarth rested, the Onyx gazing up at the sky, intent on something interesting. What are you looking at? O'sin sent out, as he bent over his bed, pulling the coverts back, before glancing over his shoulder. Svarth was standing, body tense, head swinging back and forth, and when O'sin could spot them, his eyes were swirling purple and white. "Svarth?" the Onyxrider questioned, standing up straight and already moving toward his dragon.

The Ash Rises!

[/color] Svarth suddenly boomed within O'sin's mind, before taking off into the sky. O'sin was left standing there, on the ledge of their weyr, watching as his Onyx flew to blood, then join Ashe Emberyth in the sky. There was a thought, nagging at the back of his mind, the question of where was the danger note in the fact that Emberyth was Rising? Shaking his head, O'sin pulled on his work boots, made a quick scan of his weyr, but could not find any tunics, and settled for grabbing a long coat that he used for riding in the colder times.

He raised down the stone steps, having to reach out from time to time to stop himself from flipping over and rolling down the steps. Svarth!!! Fly her well!! Give her the chase she craves! the Onyxrider called, coming to level ground and racing for the Weyr Bowl. That would be the place where Azelle went. It was open ground, where she could watch her dragon fly.

Sweet . . . beautiful Emberyth. Fly well . . . leave it to the males of Black Obsidian to chase well! the Onyx bugled, spotting the strange male that had joined the Flight. He didn't question, his drive to win the beautiful Ash a bit too strong. When all was said and done, he would confront the strange dragon . . . or Slith could.

V'ake of Brown Bahneth

Having been sitting by the feeding grounds, allowing Bahneth his one-buck-night-snack, V'ake was laying in the grass, arms crossed behind his head, Click and Moss laying on his chest, dozing. The Brownrider was content, laying around in the dying light, in simple tunic, breeches, and boots, while his dragon was blooding the poor buck.

Suddenly, he sat up, disturbing Click and Moss, sending the little bronze between with a small clicking sound, and Moss rolling down his chest and into his lap. She let him know that she was upset and annoyed. "Bahneth . . . what are you doing?" he called out to his dragon, slowly rising to his feet, holding Moss in his arms. Click came back to him, landing on his shoulder and wrapping his tail around his bicep.

Ash Emberyth Rises!![/color] Bahneth purred, finished blooding and suddenly taking to the sky. Looking up, V'ake could see the pretty Ash, just barely against the darking sky. It was the little flashing of silver that he kept seeing that gave her away. There was another, at first he thought a male Teal . . . but there was no male Teal at Black Obsidian. It made him wonder, at least until he heard Svarth joining in on the Ash's Rise. "Go on you!! Show our beautiful Ash what you're made of!! Give your father a run for his money!" V'ake laughed, as he started to turn toward the Bowl, hoping that was where everyone was.

K'eld of Blue Jeth

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The day had been long, with T'lir arrival, trying to figure out what he would do with the Tealrider and S'rian and his Green, and then his hard day of Searchriding, K'eld was exhausted. Jeth . . . It shouldn't be this hard, he stated, laying down in his bed, not even bothering removing his clothes. Normally, he would have words with anyone who tried to lay in his bed like he was now, but it would fix it in the morning. Sleep, Mine. In the morning, we will speak against the Forsooth and Her's, and we must ride out, once more,[/color] the Blue stated from his couch.

K'eld kind of nodding into his pillow, fluffing it up a bit, and wishing it was someone warm and comforting, but when he actually tried to think about it, he didn't know wither he was picturing S'rian or T'lir. Sighing, he rolled onto his back and gazed up at his ceiling.

The Bluerider could feel his dragon's suddenly restlessness, causing him to lift himself up on his elbows and look in the Blue's direction. "What's wrong, Jeth?" he questioned, right before the Blue came barreling out of his area and heading toward the ledge. She Rises!! I will prove myself! Jeth bugled within their weyr, causing K'eld to drop his head, under his pillow, before lifting it, just as Jeth launched himself off the edge of their ledge.

He lay in shock, thinking maybe Forsooth had started to Rise already. That thought made him quickly rise from bed, just as what looked like a Teal flew by his ledge. A new thought popped into his head, maybe Paeryth was Rising? Beautiful Ash . . . Spread your wings, fly high and fast, and we males shall chase! Jeth sang, snapping K'eld out of his thoughts. Emberyth was Rising. JETH!! he called out to his dragon, already feeling the beginning of what he thought must be lust building in his dragon. Jeth would not stop . . . at least until he had his chance at flying the Ash.

Cursing, the Bluerider headed toward the Weyr Bowl, figuring that was a good place to possibly find Emberyth's Rider. He was Bluerider, with a Blue that thought himself an Onyx, what more could go wrong?[/size][/blockquote]

[amielle]

She wouldn't be questioned, at least not yet,not while everyone was caught up in the Rise, Ciri figured. She crept up to the breathless ashrider, an almost predatory smile on her face, her emotions mirroring her dragons. Of course he just had to chase a dragon with a female rider, a small, ironic voice in the back of her mind muttered. As if there weren't enough pretty females with male riders for her around. Ah well. The ashrider was pretty enough. Ciri found herself reaching out to touch a lock of strawberry-blond hair. She had never seen anyone with hair quite that colour or that looked quite that soft.

Those others are not like us, pretty queen,[/color] Astrafith crooned to Emberyth, winging swiftly after her. They are not worthy of your magnificence! You are special.[/color]

S'rian shivered in his high weyr, stroking Forsooth's neck. Her eyes were whirling a very unhappy orange. She had been moodier than usual, of late, and he thought that it might be because of his own dismal mood. He cursed himself now for being too wrapped up in himself to recognise the signs. Forsooth always got particularly cranky when other dragons were rising. He looked up at the chase happening not too far over his head and cringed. Forsooth wouldn't take it personally, since all males usually tried forarising female, but somehow the sight of Jeth in the air just rubbed salt in the wound. He had been avoiding K'eld, since seeing him with T'lir. There was no way he could or was willing to compete with the tealrider and he didn't want K'eld's feeble explanations. He got up, going to get the oil to try and take both their minds off their problems.

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W'son and Onix Ancotarth

W'son was hiking through the evening, he liked having Ancotarth, drop him off down towards the bottom of the wetrs sloop then hiking along the path back up. The sun had mostly set by now, leaving the land darkened and the horizon glowing a rosy pink and orange.


Come to me, my dears, and see if you know how to fly! Ancotarth, who had been dozing waiting for his rider to return from one of his hikes, snapped wide awake as he heard this. And he flew from his weyr to give chase.

Mine, Ash Emberyth rises and I will give chase!

Even as Emberyth was sending him the thought W'son was watching the dark outline of a dragon burst into the sky. The dragon was then joined by one, two, three, no wait four, but this last one wasn't coming from the weyr, rather somewhere outside in the surronding lands. That was..... strange, prehapes a dragon was out on patrol, then again it could always be a rider from anoter weyr up to something. But by now the dragon lust washed away his ponderings and he began to make his way almost blindly into the weyr looking for Azelle.

Ancotarth Flew into the sky after the Ash. He saw a few other dragons from the weyr, Svarth, Bahneth, and Jeth. He also saw one dragon he didn't reconize, it looked like.. a teal, it was hard to tell in this lighting, but it didn't matter for he would win. A stray thought flowed through the subconcious in the back of his mind, but was ignored in the lust he felt and his attentions at the moment (Taryshth would love that one, it would make both her and her's happy with its female rider.) You are bueatiful my dear Ash Emberyth. A true being of might and grace. Choose one of your own coloring to catch you tonight. Fly fast and true!

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And'r and Green Taryshth

And'r was out on the ledge of his weyr, if they were going to be putting on a show he needed practice, it had been a very long time since he had preformed for anyone. So out on the ledge he stood practicing juggling his daggers. The daggers also served as a meassure of self-defense, though as a dragon rider he didn't really have much that would threaten him or cause him harm. Right now he was up to 22 daggers, all sharp and in fairly good condition. Then he spun around in a fast circle launching the dageers out around him, *Clunk* *splat* *clunk* around And'r 15 peaice of fruit that had been sitting around him on different crates and rocks feel to the ground, a dagger square in the center of each, and on a wooden plank on on wall of the weyr stood five daggers in the shape of a smile face;three for the mouth and two for the eyes. Finaly in his hands And'r held the last two daggers ready. Taryshth was sleeping after their patrole that afternoon, she tilted her head up Mine, Ash Emberyth rises. She stated with a hint of jelousy to her tone.

Go back to sleep Tary and stay here! no going out ok? You'll get your turn to rise soon enough.. though I may still dread it some.....

alright mine, I'll do as you say this time...

thank you, mind if I go watch?

Go ahead, maybe it will make you dread my own flight less, that would be a welcome relief.

alright, be back later then

With that extange over, Taryshth began to resume her slumber. And'r flicked his wrist, and the daggers in his hands seemed to dissapear. Those two daggers were in the best shape, and when the "vanished", they really went up hi selves and into the daggers hidden seath, on on each arm. And'r then set out down a rope ladder he had constructed for his weyr to get down faster. Then went to watch the events of the flight.

[dragoncharm]

((this isn't nearly as good as it would have been....as I lost the first post I tried to make.....so this is my second time trying which is never nearly as good as the first))

They came, oh, yes, they came; Emberyth purred in satisfaction. Hardly a wingbeat seemed to pass after she bugled out before another body flashed behind her, another call reached her ears. It was a teal, this first Chaser of hers, albeit an oddly-colored one - and...there weren't any male teals at Black Obsidian Weyr....but it mattered not; he had answered her call and so it should be. After all, who wouldn't want to answer the call of her, the Ash, the star of the skies? His voice reached her from behind, his call that was the first of many.

Beautiful queen,[/color] A jewel among queens. Astrafith will prove worthy![/color][/b]

She crooned back to him, because of course he was right. She was beautiful. And what's more, she was strong and fast and filled with boundless energy that spun her into the sky and away.....

It seemed Astrafith's call had opened the floodgates, for little time had passed before more voices reached her, each with their own fawning message.

Sweet . . . beautiful Emberyth. Fly well . . . leave it to the males of Black Obsidian to chase well!

Beautiful Ash . . . Spread your wings, fly high and fast, and we males shall chase!

You are beautiful my dear Ash Emberyth. A true being of might and grace. Choose one of your own coloring to catch you tonight. Fly fast and true!

Glancing back, she saw several more had risen to give chase; Onyx Svarth, Brown Bahneth, Blue Jeth, and Onyx Ancotarth. Not a bad number for so early....Her slight hiss was one of amusement as she listened to their crooning. Every one of them seemed to think they could woo her with their fine words; Ancotarth had even had the audacity to beg her to choose one of her own color! They were all so cute in their confidence, in their false pride - each thought that he was the worthiest, but in the face of her, who could possibly have any real value? Only the one she chose....

In the height of her Rising, all the males seemed weak and pitifully slow compared to her. They were like children, lambs that thought themselves lions. She alone was all-powerful....She could feel that power, racing through every pore of her being, and it was the best feeling in the world. Elation mingled with adrenaline as she twisted through the sky, higher, the males trailing her like extensions of her own tail.

Once more Astrafith called out; silly teal, why did he insist on distractin gher with his words? However, she listened to them....they caught her attention. The others are not like us.... It was true. None were like her; she was a female Onyx, a unique thing, and they were not like her. But us? Was Astrafith claiming he was like Emberyth? She purred, not dwelling on it; this was not the time. Very well; if he really was like her, then maybe he could catch her! If he was fast enough, that is....He'd still have to prove himself like all else...

She cast a call back to them, to answer their own. My beauties, you think fancy words will win me for you? You'll have to do better than that! Her reproving voice turned almost playful. Come! Catch me if you can! And with those words, she twisted, barrel-rolling into a sharp turn that sent her speeding away from the unsuspecting males. She dived shortly, then sped back upwards towards the clouds, aware as some instinct pulsed through her that she must go high, as high as she could. See if they could follow her!

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Just as, above in the night skies, Emberyth's chasers flocked, so gathered their riders around Azelle. She could feel them as much as hear or see them, coming towards her as if she were a beacon. A brown....a blue....two Onyxes....and an odd teal, a strangely colored teal, what was he doing here? But Azelle was in no state to wonder; what she saw through Emberyth's eyes she accepted, as easily as did her dragon.

She shared all that Emberyth felt; Emberyth's energy was her own, her happiness, her lust. Any nervousness the Ashrider might have felt drained away; she was one with her dragon, more completely than she had ever been. She could feel the wind under her wings, the night air whistling past, the calls of her devoted Chasers behind her.....for the first time Azelle felt she was truly flying.

She could see the night rushing past her, the dark clouds getting ever closer, but she could also see the males that drifted towards her - or in some cases ran. She smiled, as ready as Emberyth for the challenge. It was Svarth who reached her first - he was running - or no, not Svarth, O'sin - but did it really make a difference? She was Emberyth and Emberyth was her, so why should there be a distinction in the others?

It may have been the Onyxrider who approached first, but moments later she felt the touch of another - a slender hand had reached out to touch her hair. She turned to face the owner of that hand, a dark-haired woman that the Ashrider neither recognized nor cared that she was unknown. At her touch, something lit inside Azelle, and her movement was instinctive and instantaneous. She moved forward in one smooth step to capture the tealrider's lips - for it was she who rode Astrafith, Azelle knew from Emberyth's mind - in a kiss, one not of love but of lust, raw and strong. A moan escaped her as her arms curled around the woman - but just as quickly she had pulled away, eyes lit up.

No, it was too soon, too soon. She couldn't be caught, not yet - Astrafith hadn't proved himself worthy yet. No, she must move on, test them, just as Emberyth was testing them. She whirled and sidestepped to embrace the next body she came to - V'ake, and she kissed him, her soft body welding to his hard one in an instant. The kiss lasted a few second, then she moved to her next target: W'son. Lust roared in her head, pounding in her ears like the sound of the ocean, as she taunted them, never staying with one for more than a few seconds. She had never felt like this before - the rush of pleasure was overwhelming and made her only want more, more always. In the end she ended up standing back in the center of the circle, eyeing them all like a wolf would eye its prey just before pouncing. Only she wasn't about to pounce; she had tried them all, given them all the privilege of her touch.

Now, she would wait, like Emberyth, and see who would come to her.

[Obsidian]

V'ake of Brown Bahneth

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He could hear the others, bugling out words of lust and admoration to the beautiful Ash, as she began her Rise, but he stayed silent. The young Brown would either win by his skills at flying, or he wouldn't win at all, so the thought crossed his mind, as he watched and waited for the perfect moment . . . when Emberyth slipped up. He pumped his wings, muscles bunching and releasing as he rose above the others, gaining alttitude, but staying level with Emberyth, he didn't want to seem to eager. His blood bubbled at the thought of her first move, and then he saw it! She called back to the males, challenging them to come and catch her. Her roll in mid flight was breath taking, causing him to let out a short bugle of pure elation, as he rolled after her.

From the ground, V'ake balled his fists, having to hold back as Bahneth bugled above him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of the males chasing after lone Emberyth, at least not until he felt someone step extremely close to him. Tearing his eyes away from the sight of the dragons, he looked down, just as Azelle leaned up and kissed him. Shock ran through him, causing both Moss and Click to hiss, though the two were far away, having vacated the area when Bahneth had joined the Flight. Yet, when his brain finally decided to start working once more, he found that Azelle no longer stood before him, but was moving off, toward W'son. He shuddered, feeling the lust rolling off Bahneth in waves and crashing against him. Of course, her kiss hadn't helped anything. Fly her well . . . my brother, V'ake sent, the thought barely a whisper in his Brown's head, but he knew it had reached him.

K'eld of Blue Jeth

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Standing around the circle, facing Azelle, it felt strange, horrible even, considering K'eld wasn't truly interested in the Ashrider. His eyes turned to the sky, watching the dragon's Flight, having mixed feelings on wither or not Jeth caught the Ash.

On one hand, he hoped he did, seeing as it would make the Blue happy, being able to walk about the Weyr, his head held high with the knowledge that his mate was an Ash. Yet, there was the simple truth that he had no interest in females of his own speices, thus with Emberyth's Rider being a female, it would cause problems. He was frightened of the end result of the Flight, just hoping that Jeth would take them somewhere where he would have time to settle out their lust and not hurt anyone.

His head lowered as he heard a moan, and he felt his body heat as he watched Azelle embrace a female that had stepped into the circle of males around her, and kiss her. It was a mixture of the dragonlust and fear that caused him to react in that way, hoping that he wouldn't be next. Relief set in when she moved on to V'ake and he heard the words that he had been praying to hear.

Forgive me, beautiful Emberyth . . . . I am not strong enough to fly you, Jeth hated to admit, hissing as a new pain sliced down his right wing. He couldn't believe that he had only lasted a short amount of time, but then again, he had used up a lot of energy trying to get to Emberyth at the start and had been pushing himself so hard since he had reached her. Do not lose hope, beautiful one . . . there are still others, he crooned, already starting to drop from the group of males. He hissed, once more in pain, but still tried to keep up. He didn't want to disappoint Emberyth.

"Jeth!" K'eld called out from the ground. His Blue was slowing, yet still pushing himself so hard to stay in the chase. Please Jeth!! Just land . . . You'll hurt yourself! he sent out to the insane Blue.

O'sin of Onyx Svarth

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He had been the first to reach Azelle, but it was another that she turned to, causing O'sin's attention to be drawn away from the Ashrider, to the one that had gathered her attention. It was a female, which caused the Onyxrider to force his way through the rolling dragonlust to remember if there were any female Tealrider's among the Wings of Black Obsidian Weyr, but he could remember none. The Teal isn't one of ours! he suddenly sent out to Svarth, causing the Onyx to turn rage filled orbs on the unknown male, though confusion laced through them, as the Onyx tried to figure out which was more important; the unknown male, or Emberyth.

O'sin almost took a step forward, but stopped when Azelle lunged forward and kissed the female. This brought him to a halt, not because it was something he enjoyed seeing. He could remember when he was younger, a female Bluerider's Blue had caught a female Greenrider's Green and he had watched the two newly mated Rider's walk about the Weyr holding hands and nuzzling each other. It was normal about the Weyr, but this female wasn't of Black Obsidian . . . nor was her dragon. We will deal with them later, Svarth stated, turning his attention back to Emberyth.

Beautiful Emberyth. You may not have been born of a Black Obsidian Queen, but you are still our sweet Ash, he crooned to the Ash, rolling behind her and tailing her, though not pushing himself just yet. He knew he would last awhile, he was a bit older, thus his muscles were a bit more developed than the younger males. He saw this Flight, if no others joined, being finished with Emberyth, himself, and the strange male still being in the sky. We have not shunned you and Yours from our halls! But all will openly admit, you are a special creature![/size][/blockquote]

[amielle]

Astrafith put on a burst of speed, rising fast as he chased after Emberyth, his eyes whirling a lust-tinged yellow. He could feel Svarth's anger distantly, but it just served to spur him faster, a kind of smug arrogance making him show off even more. She was his queen, not theirs, a child of Wrath's curse, just like him. He had felt her call despite the distance and he alone knew her true worth, or so he told himself. Beautiful queen, so clever, so quick. You will leave them all behind, beautiful one. You are more clever and beautiful than any of them. More precious.[/color] He put in an extra burst of speed. He would do anything to catch her, now.

Ciri was used to the mating flights of her own Weyr, mating flights that had, once or twice, resulted in the permanent maiming of a dragon. She would never even consider of ordering Astrafith down as K'eld was doing to Jeth, as if he would even listen to her, even if it meant putting him in peril. She growled possessively as Azelle kissed her, a spark of anger in her eyes when the ashrider pulled away. She would see, soon. Like called to like and Azelle was a cursed rider. Ciri reached for her again, with a small purr. "My pretty queen," she crooned, echoing the opal's words. "Too good for this Weyr."

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Forsooth watched the flight, her eyes a worried orange as she glanced up from the ledge of her high weyr. Mine, Jeth tires![/color] she told S'rian plaintively, not sure whether to be jubilant or worried for her favoured blue.

[vine409]

And'r watched from a distance, trying not to get to close to the flight lust. He saw as the riders of the chasing dragons began to gather around Azelle, he reconized most of them. He laughed when he reconized K'led among the riders, nowing that his wasn't there by choice; given his preffrence, also the fact that both he and And'r himself would gladly trade places..... Well mostly anyway, And'r didn't know the ash rider very well, and just being the way he thought he'd feel wrong imposing himself on her, even if it was under the influnce of flight lust.

(WIP plus switching computers, so saving what I have so far. at least retyping I thought of one more aspect to put in )

Summery version since I never seem to have time to type this now

watches, uses telescope (cue story of its orgions) to see weird dragon, getts excited at fact of female teal rider. Dragon lust takes over and he starts to stumble towards group. Regains some control of mind do to fear of what other riders might do when they don't win, phobia matching/combating dragon lust, giving him some minor control. doesn't reconize rider, wants to see where she's from. Asks wyerwoman through Taryshth if she wants her folowed if the teal dragon doesn't win.



^^^^^ ok, no clue if I'll ever flesh that out now, just an outline should be good...

[vine409]

Fly at a steady pace Ancotarth!! Like hiking, just keep going and you'll get further than if you try to sprint.. Fly this like a race, go at a pace you can manage then sprint past the others at the end! W'son consuoled his dragon.

Ancotarth trusted his riders words, he would beat the others in the end, he just had to time it right, already now blue Jeth was begining to falter and fail. Timeing when to do it... when to put in the final burst of speed. The strange teal put in a extra burst of speed, should he go now and match him... or would it be too soon....

W'son gathered, finally having made his way to the circle that had formed around Azelle. A strange woman he had never seen before reached out a hand and touched Azelle, and suddenly they were in a kissing embrace, but that mattered not, it was only who's dragon caught Emberyth that did. You can do it Ancotarth! Then suddenly Azelle was on him kissing him, only for a breif moment, but it was a wonderful moment of bliss.

[dragoncharm]

They were amazing.

Emberyth led the males in a dance in the sky, and to her it felt as if all their movements were perfectly executed in a planned pattern that would not, could not, go wrong. They trailed her like part of her own tail, and it was wonderful. The ebony dragon felt like the rush of the wind and the fire of the stars and the mystery of the night, all rolled into one, part of the world. Master of the skies. The others, they flew only at her direction, danced only to her tune.

She heard a bugle behind her, and twisted enough to see that it was brown Bahneth that had voiced it. A spark of realization had her slow for the tiniest second, before she gained her steady flight once more. She had thought that all of the males had sought to impress her with their calls, but now she realized that she had been wrong. Bahneth alone had not. She purred; he, for one, understood. The others' calls amused her, of course, but they served little purpose. The brown understood that.

She was delighted at his own elation at her movements, and decided to favor him, to favor them all, with more of them. She shot up into the sky, rolled, dipped, at once point even taking a large risk and shooting straight through the pursuing males; she knew she would not be caught. Not her! They wanted a show, and she would give it to them.

Time passed, but Emberyth did not tire. The flight must be a long one, as long as it could be! Her instincts told her that. She must stretch these Chasers to their limits if she were to see who was truly worthy. She started marking them out in her mind as the Flight went on. Bahneth, silent, sensible. Ancotarth...Young, presumptuous in telling her who to pick; she remembered that. Strong, though, and smart. Jeth - eager, loyal, but....a blue? She was surprised he'd lasted so.....

Forgive me, beautiful Emberyth . . . . I am not strong enough to fly you

Emberyth twisted in a different direction, and saw the blue she had just been thinking of struggling to stay in the air, right wing damaged. Ha, one down! And yet, concern broke through her Flight-induced superiority - she did not want Jeth hurt; he was so sweet. Do not injure yourself, dear blue, she crooned to him, slowing enough to realize she was doing so and then hyastily speeding upwards again, though still speaking to Jeth. You flew well. He did, despite his rank. She felt a certain amount of regret, but of course she needed someone stronger, larger. He would do better with a green, or a teal. And come to think of it, his rider admired Paeryth's.

The moon rose higher in the sky - full dark now - and soon Emberyth started to feel the strain in her wings. She could feel the power of the night slipping away from her, and burst forward in a desperate frenzy of longing. No! It couldn't leave, she wanted it back - she was not finished yet! She had not made her choice.

As it was, there were two still, two who could be worthy....She had narrowed it down in her mind. Svarth, the strong, the fierce, the true. And Astrafith - new, mysterious, but strong for a teal, and compelling in his mystery. He kept insisting she - they - were different, better. It intrigued her as much as she did not want to be caught by words.

She remembered well their calls to her....The clashed. warred, in her mind.

Beautiful Emberyth. You may not have been born of a Black Obsidian Queen, but you are still our sweet Ash. We have not shunned you and Yours from our halls! But all will openly admit, you are a special creature!

He was right. She was different, and she had been a stranger when she and Hers had arrived at Black Obsidian Weyr. They took her in, they were kind to her. She and Azelle gained questions and odd loosk, of course...They were unique, Freaks, in some opinions. But Black Obsidian had been kind. And yet...But all will openly admit, you are a special creature. Special. Astrafith had said the same thing earlier...They are not worthy of your magnificence! You are special. Special. She was, she always had been. Was special good or bad?

And then there was Astrafith's assurance: Beautiful queen, so clever, so quick. You will leave them all behind, beautiful one. You are more clever and beautiful than any of them. More precious.[/color][/b]

More, more more. More than any of them, he said. Was he right? It was true, of course, wasn't it? She was[/o] beautiful, and clever....and precious? It left had at odds of who to pick. The one, Svarth, of her own color, but as yet different, not like her? The one who told her that she was special by being the only female Onyx at Black Obsidian Weyr? The only oddity? Or the other, Astrafith, new and strange and yet insistent that they were alike, alike in their differences? Pulled in two different directions...But Emberyth had never really wanted to be different, but to belong. In this Weyr, she could live, she could be a part of it - Azelle being promoted to Assistant Weyrlingmaster proved that - but never truly belong. Could she belong with Astrafith?

The Ash had always been curious by nature, intrigued by strangeness and mystery and the unknown. Astrafith's words were compelling to her - if he did not win, wouldn't he leave again? And then all chance to satisfy her curiosity would be gone. She wanted to know what would happen if it were the teal that she chose. And he had proven himself - it was impressive that the teal had kept up, after all.

She was lagging, slowing. Her wings would not beat as quickly as she wanted them to. It was beginning to feel like she was flying through mud, not crisp night air. A dull pounding in her head accompanied every wingbeat. She knew she could not go on...and if she did not pick soon, then Emberyth would be caught before she could freely choose. It was now or never.

She twisted around in one last turn, half-diving, half-rolling where she wanted to go; it was nowhere near as elegant as the way she had started the Rise, but it was all she could make her body do. And it sufficed; the Ash reached out and caught the tail of her chosen with her own, and managed to nuzzle him while still holding herself aloft. You have done well, my Astrafith, she purred quietly. And so I have favored you....later you must promise to favor me as well.

Tell me who I am.

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They were too much - the sensations rushing through Azelle in waves, pounding, unstoppable waves. Love was something she'd only done from afar, a long time ago, ten Turns ago....back at the Hold, crushes liker all young girls...nothing, nothing like this. The emotions were such as she had never known, never understood...It was like Impressing to Emberyth and having crushes all rolled into one, and then multiplied a hundredfold. The Ashrider was completely lost inside the emotions, no longer able to tell whose they were, hers or Emberyth's. In fact, not much was present in Azelle's state of awareness right now except for the males around her, and the intense rush of pleasure they brought every time her body touched theirs, even for an instant.

Emberyth's Flight could have lasted a minute or a day; the Ashrider didn't know. Time meant nothing. As Emberyth danced among the dragons, so Azelle danced among her own suitors, flitting among them for another taste, another embrace, before darting back again, loathe to stay in one place too long - if she did, she would be caught, and she couldn't be caught. Never be caught! Each male got a taste of her pleasure, a lusty embrace, a teasing kiss, and then gone again. It did not matter whether they came to her or she to them...as long as there was someone to satisfy these longing emotions, give her the sensations she craved, if only for a few seconds at a time. That was how she wanted it....Emberyth wanted it? It was how they wanted it.

"My pretty queen. Too good for this Weyr."

The purr came from her side....accompanied, of course, by a brush of flesh. It was..Astrafith. Or his rider. It didn't matter, really. "Too good," Azelle echoed in a dazed murmur, a smile appearing on her face. Too good for the Weyr? A brief flash of confusion split through the Flight-induced haze...Too good? This Weyr? Then...what Weyr was good for her?

The thought was gone as soon as it had formed, swept away as Emberyth twisted again in the air, grasping Azelle's mind with her, filling the Ashrider's eyes with the stars of the night. And then suddenly it hit her.

Emberyth had been able to see the fatigue coming, feel it before it took her. For Azelle it was a complete surprise - Suddenly she was falling through the skies, and it was time for her choice. Azelle's world reeled and tipped with the sudden surge of emotion as the Ash made her choice - the earth spun around her, and she staggered off balance....

And found herself stumbling into the arms of the rider whose dragon Emberyth had caught. She did not know her name, Azelle realized for the first time since the beginning of the Flight...She was but Astrafith's. That was all. She must know more...but that could wait, as the passion of Emberyth's mating descended fully over Azelle. "Too good," she said again, clearly this time, a wolfish smile curling her lips upward, and an instant later she had caught the Tealrider's lips in a kiss, hands curling into the woman's dark hair and around her waist. Now it was time for a different sort of dance.

((^_^ skipped through a bunch to finish it, as it's been long enough, hasn't it? Assume the Flight lasted a while. If you want ('cept for Astra and Svarth), you can have your dragon have dropped out before the end, or kept going. And guys, this is sort of going to start the whole Wrath plot thing, yay! =] Good job all, and congrats Amie ^-^))

[Obsidian]

K'eld of Blue Jeth

His wing hurt, the pain burning, but Emberyth's words were like a healing balm. Thank you, beautiful Ash, he purred, before dropping out completely and turning toward the weyrs. His orbs swirled with dragonlust, as he set his sights on another dragon, one he could feel at home around and know he would be accepted by. Beautiful, sweet, wonderful Forsooth. Come out and fly with me,

[/color] he crooned, trying to hover but having to grab onto a slightly higher ledge, above the Green. The dragonlust was filling his swirling orbs completely, as he advanced on the young Green, but he fought, not wanting to hurt Forsooth, but love her. Don't turn me away, beautiful one. I don't think we will enjoy the end result,[/color] he spoke truthfully, already with his front claws on the ledge she stood on.

K'eld watched as Jeth flew to the highest weyr, and inwardly, as he ran, he knew what was about to happen. Things were moving to fast, and there was no way to stop them. Jeth would have Forsooth, no other female. Even though he had given chase to Emberyth, all knew he had a very slim chance of catching her, and K'eld should have already been moving. By the time he got up to S'rian's weyr, something bad could happen. He huffed, running up to the Greenrider's weyr, hoping Jeth would back off until he could get there.

OOC: Amie . . . If you want, you can go ahead and switch over to S'rian's private weyr and either start from where it is now, or skip to the morning after.

V'ake of Brown Bahneth

Emberyth chose another, tangling with the strange Teal that had appeared out of no where and dropping from the sky. As he watched, Bahneth hovered, letting out a pained, yet encouraging, bugle to the new mates. He would have done anything to change the outcome of the Flight, keeping the beautiful Ash in Black Obsidian, but there were things that only the Rising females can do and there are only so much the chasing males can do to sway them.

Come get me, V'ake sent, already knowing that Bahneth would try to find a female to sate his dragonlust. It wasn't the best way to meet a female, but sometimes it had to be done. With his dragon overhead, V'ake clambered up his foreleg, not the most graceful of ways to mount his dragon, but in an instant, they were gone.

Between. A cold isolated place that seemed to heal and hurt all at the same time. Three breaths, and they were on the other side of the Weyr, stareing down at a young Green swimming in the ocean. Bahneth didn't even announce himself, just swooped and grabbed, while V'ake slipped from his back. It was harsh and unloving.

O'sin of Onyx Svarth

He did not like loosing, did not like the sour taste the dragonlust brought up in his mouth as it was unsated. We will go between and find a quiet place, O'sin ordered, half expecting his Onyx to disagree, state that they were going to find a female, but the Onyx simply picked him up and they went between, following Bahneth and V'ake. He would be back in the morning to speak with the newly mated women.[/size][/blockquote]

[amielle]

((Obsi, I will see you, K'eld and Jeth in S'rian's private weyr for after-flight angst. Charm, do you want to continue in Azelle's weyr? With Astra revealing to Embyrth what she is and Ciri kind of introducing herself to Azelle. And being a little smug. Astra did bag himself a Queen, after all.))

M[/colorMy lovely queen. you will find nothing b[/colorut favour from me,[/color] Astrafith promised, twining his tail and his neck with hers.

Ciri pulled Azelle close with a possessive growl, teal eyes flashing dangerously at any who dared near her beautiful queenrider. She kissed her almost harshly, dragging her off somewhere more private.

[vine409]

((ok, so once again I type a post and loss it when its almost done before I get to post it. I'm going to put up an outline of what I had typed and retype it later if I have the time... annoying, I was even copying it as I went this time but my computer froze.... oh well))

And'r

Disapointed teal won- wanted her free; but then again maybe now she'll stay. Dragon lust for girls since tary not aaround plus phobia of the guys allows him to focus enough to follow the two girls, since its where its pulling him any way; and his sensible side says to go back to his private wyer anyway. see's girls enter azelles wyer, internal struggle driven by dragon lust and morals about weither or not to follow still. guy teal rider approaches, scared off by suddenly appearing dagger.

And'r is standing the out in the open wondering what to do next, debating if maybe he should watch the entrence to that wyer, but wondering if there is a point.

(cue someone running into him if you want)

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Ancotarth lasts till the end, but his strength just doesn't compare yet to the older dragons. his boost at the end, the sprint of speed only brought him equal for a moment with the other two main dragons, not past them and he saw the teal catch the ash. W'son calls him back, he picks him up and then they go between to visit someone....

(sorry class now.... outline of what I typed best I can do, also yesterday put outline of and'rs previous activities...)