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Sat Apr 30, 2016 10:18 pm

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Date: Polent 28th


Autumn was coming to an end, leading way to the awful wetness that was winter in the south. Life was pretty much the same as it always was for Senior Weyrwoman Eavan and her lovely gold dragon, except for one small fact...The senior gold had yet to rise. Eavan didn't think much of it at first as the autumn months began to slip away. After all, with the mess that had been the first hatching of Walled Hold she had other things on her mind. Things had finally been placated between them, but then Eavan had had to deal with several prominent Lord Holders due to the fact their children had been chosen out of the stands for impression. It had been quite the headache to deal with, but for now things seemed to be calmer. Through all of that, Paiseantath had still shown no signs of rising.

Once all of that had been settled, Eavan finally began to notice that her queen was showing no signs of rising. It began to bother her. Paiseantath was by no means an old dragon. She was in the prime of her life and had always been a very fertile queen. Eavan had even asked a healer quietly about it, if it should be something she should be worried about. The nice man didn't seem to think it was something she should be worried about and suggested that perhaps the stress she'd been feeling was the reason for it.

Eavan tried to not let it worry her, but when it seemed like winter was going to get here before the queen would rise she truly began to worry. She planned on seeing the healers again the next day, but thankfully she wouldn't have to go have that talk. It is time. Paiseantath stated in a firm voice. Your worry was ill founded, my love. I always know when is the perfect time for me to show why New Atricis is mine. The gold quickly took off into the air and swiftly flew down to the corrals. It was only a moment before she had downed a beast and began to drain it of all its life giving blood. Three more times she did this until her hunger was slated and the energy she needed was fulfilled. She shot up into the air, her wings beating hard and fast as the ground fell out beneath her. All you males who think you are worthy of me come and prove it! I want more than just pretty words. Eavan, who was caught off guard, quickly made it back to her apartment. She went into her room and quickly changed into a simple shift before she moved back into the living area to wait for those that would try their luck to become the next Leader of the weyr.
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This will be a one round flight. PC dragons only. Please remember the age requirement now. Dragons have to be at least five turns old, unless they already have at least one turn of experience as either a Wingthird, Second, or Leader. At this moment I think that rule only applies to Behemoth. I will be posting the winner next Friday. Since this is sort of thrown up at the last minute....do not think you have to do amazing posts. One paragraph would even be fine.
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This last turn had been...pretty normal for the brownriding pair. They were Wingsecond, and worked hard alongside R'vir and offered advice and support as needed to their fellow brownrider and Weyrleader. Ay'li knew all too well the pressure one felt while wearing those knots and would try to help alleviate some of that, do what she could to help R'vir if he wanted it, while also knowing when she wasn't needed, when it wasn't her place anymore to speak. Through it all, she was loyal rider to the Weyr, strong leader in Threadfall, and continued to uphold her strength and determination to better herself and prove to others that she was no different than any other brown rider. It was an instinct ingrained in her by the prejudice in Ista, but here in Atricis there was pride in herself, in the Weyr that accepted her and she wanted to serve her Leaders and strive to be a good one should it ever happen again.

As Paiseantath's Flight drew nearer, Ay'li felt herself grow anxious, and Norieth's wings were itching to Chase after the fiery beauty once more. Yet, the queen's usual date came and went and still the Senior gold had not made her challenge. The eager males grew restless, their riders becoming fidgety and the whole Weyr had begun to wonder about the queen in her prime. However, they were all quite aware that at the drop of a hat, everything would change and the gold had every right to pick her moment carefully, when she was good and ready.

The fiery queen was silent as she winged toward the feeding pens, but all eyes were watching her. Norieth had been feeding on blood for some time, keeping himself fueled and sustained, primed and ready for this moment, and while the gold and others took to the corrals, the sandy brown perched on the cliff's edge. The male thought himself clever, giving himself the slight advantage and waited keenly for the moment when the beautiful queen would spring from the ground. Paiseantath gorged herself on the beasts, and the brown rumbled delightfully that she would be as fiery as ever, fueled to fly far and high and Nori intended to Chase her to the ends of Pern and back again. The moment those powerful beat at the air though, the speckled male was launching himself from his perch, angling upwards to meet to her steep and swiftly, his own strong wingbeats pushing him effortlessly through the air toward his fiery beauty. As she said, no fancy words were said, saving his energy to prove that he would not fail her, his wings would fall off long before he gave up his chase. Every turn, every dip and dive, every weave and bob, he followed true to his queen, the only queen he dared desire anymore.

On the ground, Ay'li had been debating calling it an early night and retiring to bed with a good book to read until she fell asleep, but the sudden pull from Norieth, the lust that warmed her all the way through, and the ache to spread her wings and give Chase was enough to silence any thoughts of an early night. She had just enough sense to grab a light weight jacket to pull over her shoulders and hide the fact she'd already removed her breastband for the night, but figured it wouldn't matter in the end. Her feet knew the way to Eavan's apartment, still having close ties to the Weyrleaders, and yet she arrived sooner than she expected, the first to open the door into the Weyrwoman's domain. Stepping inside, it was hard to miss the blonde woman sitting so tantalizing in the living room, waiting for her, expecting her, and Ay'lis' lips curled into a soft, knowing smile for the goldrider. Her ties to the leadership were close indeed, and the femme brownrider didn't have to imagine what was under that shift anymore.

"Lady Eavan." The woman said, moving further into the room and dipping into a respectful bow when she stopped close by the Weyrwoman. "Here's to hoping we get another Turn at such a successful partnership." The brownrider said, the barest twinkle in the corner of mossy gray eyes. Taking one more step, she reached for the slim hand of the goldrider, carefully cupping it as she lifted the soft knuckles to pliant lips, pressing a gentle kiss to Eavan's hand, a silent promise of more to come, one way or the other. Reluctantly, she let the warm hand go and stepped away, giving the queenrider her space and even as others began to filter into the room, say their tokens to the Weyrwoman, Ay'li watched her quietly. Slowly she allowed more and more of herself to slip away into Norieth, to fuel her dragon half with the strength and endurance he would need to fly the fiery queen, but a piece of her stayed grounded, here in this room with Eavan so near yet so far away.
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A'ric yawned as he headed back to his apartment after getting something to eat. While it was still a little early to be eating, he had wanted to have an early dinner so that he might concentrate on other things. He had already bathed and oiled Behemoth, and gotten himself cleaned up. Now he just had to try and catch up on his Wingthird paperwork duties. Once he got back to his apartment, he settled himself at his desk, and focused on getting some of it done.

Paiseantath rises! Behemoth took off, heading for the corrals. He blooded three beasts and then took to the skies after the radiant Gold Queen, bugling his arriving and crooning sweet words to her.

A'ric frowned as he heard his dragon. The young man had known eventually this was coming. Behemoth was not technically old enough to Chase the Senior Queen, but due to their rank, Behemoth had been allowed to start a Turn early. This happened to be that Turn. As much as the young rider wanted to ground Behemoth, he knew it was unfair to his dragon, and to the Weyr. Was he ready to become Weyrleader though, should Behemoth be chosen? He wasn't really sure, but he guessed he'd find out.

The familiar feel of the lust tugged at him, and he quickly pushed his chair back from his desk, leaving his work mostly finished. He found some nicer clothes to put on, and quickly got changed. After checking himself in the mirror (very quickly) he made his way to the Weyrwoman's apartment. It took him slightly longer than expected to get there, as this was his first time actually going there. Once he arrived, he walked in, bowing to the Weyrwoman. "May Paiseantath chose well and have a good Flight m'lady.."

With that, he took a step back, taking his place among the other riders who were beginning to trickle into the apartment, letting himself get a bit more lost in Behemoth, but not so much that he lost himself. Part of him watched what was going on in the apartment while the other part stayed with Behemoth.
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R'vir's time as Weyrleader had been relatively quiet, well... except for the upset of the young gold Lennoth bonding to a Northerner from the stands and the rift it had caused between New Atricis and Walled Hold. He still didn't feel things had been totally patched up, but he, and perhaps Eavan as well, had come to the conclusion there was nothing more they could do for now about that, so he put his attention elsewhere during the rest of his time as Weyrleader, which included Threadfall, checking up on the other Wings, and even suggesting the Weyr build separate buildings for each candidate now that they were getting more and the barracks as they were were starting to get cramped between three different groups of candidates. Work was well underway, and soon the Candidate Barracks would be the Candidate Complex of three buildings for each candidacy group. Overall, R'vir felt he had done, at least, well enough as Weyrleader so he wouldn't be labeled a bad or a lazy one.

It, of course, came as absolutely no surprise when Orthath showed his interest in the Rising Senior Queen. Orthath often Chased Queens, likely due to his size, and Paiseantath had been the last Queen he had Caught. He was going to try to win her again and defend his title of senior male dragon in the Weyr. At least, this time, R'vir wouldn't be as shocked if Orthath actually won, though he somehow didn't think that would happen this time. Orthath's Win was likely a fluke last time, after all, there were a number of bronzes that would give Chase, surely. Orthath snorted his disapproval of such thoughts though, scolding his rider for being so pessimistic and to be more confident in the both of them.

So it was that Orthath took off after Paiseantath when she Rose, bugling his arrival to the Queen and to the rest of the males to show they would have him to contend with just like before. His large spotted wings took him into the air, chasing after the fiery colored Queen that glittered in the sky. He would Chase her to the ends of Pern once more, to prove himself perfectly capable again.

R'vir, meanwhile, after waiting several minutes to ensure Eavan had enough time, made his way to her neighboring abode and knocked upon the door before entering, as he always did. He nodded to Ay'li respectfully when he saw her, the woman he had kept on as his Wingsecond after he had chosen K'din as his Weyrsecond, keeping both close to him during his Leadership. If he got Leadership again, he may have chosen to do things a bit differently, but that was something to decide later, if it happened.

He saw A'ric as well, and also gave him a nod. A young rider, yes, but he had some time in leadership in a Wing for a good turn now, so he had every right to be here as well. He then, however, turned to Eavan and nodded to her, though with far more familiarity. "Good luck to Paiseantath, may the both of you choose the best for the Weyr this turn," he nodded and smiled warmly to the Weyrwoman, staying a little closer to her than he would have in the past, if only because he was still Weyrleader until this Flight was over, and he felt far more comfortable with her after their turn of working closely together. He found it surprising, in that moment, as it dawned on him he held onto some hope to retain his position for one more turn at least, to which Orthath approved and was encouraged on in his Chase.
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The whole Weyr seemed to be holding its breath, growing more restless the deeper into Autumn they went without their Senior gold Rising. Could she be ill? Was it some fit of pique, or that her rider wasn't up to it? The why really didn't matter, a fact that amused one of the bronzes greatly. Pionath watched the others work themselves up over her, heard through his rider how they fretted. He was willing to bet it was nothing worse than the gold dragon building up the suspense. Perhaps she truly wasn't ready yet or despite still being young was past her prime. If that was so, all the worry on Pern couldn't get her in the air. Running around like wherries in a tizzy would serve no purpose.

Soon Autumn would be over, the days growing shorter and cooler. By now Paiseantath was very late in Rising. Yet the males dragons could sense the gold finally nearing that magical time, that glorious event-even Pionath. While other males sought the gold's favor he took to the skies, working tirelessly on his skills. A poor tactic for any who sought to Fly her; no matter how fancy his flying it alone likely wouldn't Impress Paiseantath and by the time she actually Rose he would be too tired to give a good Chase. But still Pionath kept practicing, for he knew what they did not: the reasons behind his aerial displays. He was training, not seeking to catch the gold's eye. Soon she would Rise but he could care less. Unlike the others he did not seek her favor, did not care if she approved of him or even noticed him. He flew to protect his Weyr, to protect Pern, not to have empty words of praise thrown his way.

That was all it was at the end of the Flight: pretty, empty words. A farce. Though the main point was the continuation of dragonkind on Pern, to have strong clutches, too often had he seen lesser suitors chosen. The golds who flew Pern's skies today wouldn't know a quality mate if he plucked them from the sky. Why bother when they only wanted pretty words and as many males Chasing as possible not to prove their mettle but to stroke the golds' egos. No, he was through playing that game. He was a soldier, a fighter. With the aid of his rider and firestone he flamed deadly Thread from the skies. His claws and fangs had sunk into monstrous creatures easily as large as himself if not larger! Games of words and empty compliments be thrown between!

As it happened, when Paiseantath chose to take to the skies (finally) Pionath was on the ground, lamenting the cloudy weather. Today just as the other days he had worked hard, pushing his limits. His ability would forever be reduced by the scar on his one wing but he refused to be truly held back by it. Of course it would have been nice if the sun was out to warm his sore muscles...

A ripple of something, some sensation, called his attention. The bronze raised his head and looked around curiously, only to catch a glimpse of the gold everyone was so worried about heading right for the beasts and blooding them. Pionath immediately snorted. Dimglows, worrying over nothing. There was their precious Senior gold, getting ready to Rise. And of course the ripple he'd picked up on was the other males as they prepared to give Chase. He however had no intention of doing so and merely watched-at least until the gold actually Rose. Her challenge stung somehow, hit a forgotten sore spot that he was quick to check with his rider. As soon as he "remembered" Pionath growled softly, looking up at the retreating forms of the dragons. Still he did not want to Fly her but...he wanted to see now. Might she actually back her words with actions or would she too be swayed by empty words? For even if they were sincere words did not a strong clutch make.

Long brassy wings opened, stretching a moment before the bronze launched himself down to the corrals. The beasts were already worked up and a bit harder to catch, but not nearly good enough to evade his experienced claws. As soon as Pionath's jaws clamped down on the neck of the first beast R'sin noticed, frowning. Pionath- he began-but the bronze cut him off.

Don't worry, he assured his rider, rumbling in amusement as he blooded a second beast, I'm not that foolish. But if I am to find the answer I seek I must be up there with them and will need the boost. Soon enough he'd blooded a third and with the beasts' blood funneling new strength into him Pionath launched himself after the Flight. By now he was quite far behind but he wasn't worried. What was the worst that could happen; he didn't get the girl? Ha, he wouldn't get her anyway even if he tried, which he had no interest in doing. True he followed the Flight, using the skills he'd been honing to intercept it and follow where he could watch the other males' maneuvers, hear their words, and hear for himself who the gold chose. Would it be the overlarge whelp or a lowly brown perhaps? Might she actually seek a truly mighty mate to sire her next clutch? He wanted to find out for himself and stayed close, watching and listening intently.

((OOC Note: No, he does not need to be considered in any way unless you have crazy plots that would help. He's just here as an observer, little bit of char development. I'm hoping to get these two more active; maybe this will set them up. ;) ))
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Sat May 07, 2016 12:45 am

Word about ex-Weyrwoman Aizlin’s passing spread to Benden Weyr just as quickly as the news of Lilith’s passing had. After all, they had come from Benden, and it only made sense for a visitor from Benden to arrive to pay their respects. However, the visitor had no way of knowing of the Rising Senior Queen, and Atricis didn't know of the Queenrider’s visit until it would be too late to ammend the mistakes made.

Paiseantath had already taken off with her suitors when the Queenrider and her sandy Gold had arrived at the Weyr. They had scarcely landed, and the rider only just dismounted when she realized her catastrophic mistake. Quickly, she tried to grab control of her Queen mentally, but the spirited Queen already sensed the Rising Queen still very near to the Weyr and acted, her eyes swirling into angry reds as she snarled. Her wings snapped open and in an instant, she was gone into the sky.

Knowing she had failed to restrain her Queen, the visiting Queenrider acted and sought out the aid of anyone with a large enough dragon not currently Chasing. Perhaps she could send males to intercept the Queens with male dragons that held no fealty to her Queen so they could drive her away. There would be no such luck though, as it took only determination and time for the Benden Queen to reach Paiseantath’s Flight.

With an angered scream, the Benden Queen dove toward Paiseantath, even as males not Chasing appeared to try to stop the attack. A score was made on the Atricis Queen and a brawl of angry Queens began midair as each one tried to stake their claim on the males. It mattered not that this was Paiseantath's territory and males of her Weyr, the visiting Queen was going to prove her dominance this day and that she deserved the males more than Paiseantath.

Quickly the Flight and sky was stained with ichor, and the males, Chasing or not, were thrown into a frenzy. Some were confused, unsure of how to respond, others tried to get between the Queens, hoping to protect their Queen from this interloper and to stop this catastrophic event from becoming tragic.
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Paiseantath looked behind her at all the wonderful males that were chasing her. They were hers, the sky was hers, she felt as if the very world belonged to her. At this moment there was none as mighty and magnificent as she was. I am not impressed. You boys are going to have to try a lot harder if you wish to twine with me. She bugled to them all as she began to rise higher and higher into the sky. She was pleased with the amount of males chasing her, but as usual it was a few that stood out. Orthath, of course, who had flown her so well last time. Akoth was impressive with his size and his experience. Norieth had treated her like the goddess she was. The young Behemoth might not have the experience, but she couldn't deny him his sheer size and presence. Give him a few turns and she was sure he'd be among the ranks with the older bronzes. Paiseantath was far from choosing though. This flight would be long and glorious. A flight to remember....but how little did she know the why for it being remembered.

The sunset gold of New Atricis was getting ready to fold her wings and go into a dive when she heard the most awful sound. Eyes whirling with lust quickly changed to that of anger. The males were forgotten about at the moment as a whelp of another gold threatened to take away that which belonged to her. How dare you! This is my weyr! This is my sky! And these are my males!! She screamed ferociously as she dove towards the Benden gold. The sandy gold got the first blood as her talons raked across her chest. Ichor spilled from her, but Paiseantath had gravity on her side. She slammed into the offending gold, taking both of them down towards the ground. Her teeth gnashed out at the other gold's neck. She managed to connect, but the other gold managed to yank free. Before any of the males could intervene to try and break them apart, many scratches, bites, and wounds would be given.

"PAISEANTATH NO!!" Eavan yelled out of fear initially. "Who is that bitch?! What the fuck is she doing in my weyr! I will kill her!! These males are mine!" She yelled next as she attempted to leave her apartment. Her actions and words were reflective of her queen who was now locked in what could possibly be a mortal fight for theirs lives.

Jora, who had been standing in the back of the other riders, quickly jumped to action. He was never so thankful that he didn't get lost in flight lust like some did. "Eavan! Eavan you have to snap out of it! You need to try and control her!?" He snapped as he stopped the Weyrwoman from getting out of her apartment. "Men! Get your bronzes in there! We have to try and break them apart!" J'lek ordered Kiandath to move into action. Kiandath, Akoth, and Behemoth were the largest bronzes in the weyr. Them with the help of the others should be able to get them apart. He at least hoped they could.
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Funny how simple curiosity could set someone up for so much more. When he joined the other dragons in the sky there was only one thing on Pionath's mind: watching. There was definitely something to be said for one of his rider's favorite sayings concerning the best laid plans however. At first he was truly intrigued as he watched and listened. The males were doing their best but Paiseantath would not let them win her easily. It was still early though; the real test had yet to start. The gold was nowhere near tired yet, not at all close to choosing a winner. Unless one of the males managed to forcibly Catch her the Flight would continue for some time yet-and he did not see an experienced gold like Paiseantath being Caught against her will at all easily. The only ones large enough to possibly do so well...she could easily out maneuver them.

Even so her words were encouraging. There was no way to know how truthful the gold was being or if she was just trying to tease her suitors but seeing her continue to lead them on Pionath liked to think she meant it when she said they had yet to impress her. Sweet words would not cut it, or so it seemed. He would not accept that as a fact until he heard Paiseantath call the name of a male who had truly proven himself and would likely Fly her well.

That had been the plan anyway, a plan that was shattered as an intruder chose to insert herself into the Flight. Watching from a bit of a distance as he was Pionath saw the newcomer even before she announced herself. More dragons joined, those that hadn't even been Chasing, trying to stop the inevitable. Yet even as he banked to intercept as well Pionath knew they were all too late. Gold would meet gold and neither one would back down unless the males could force them apart. R'SIN! he called, pulling hard at his rider. Though it was early enough in the Flight that he had plenty of strength left he knew it would take all he could give, combined with that of the other males who were able to rouse themselves into action, to succeed. This was not about Flying the queen, this was not about clutches...this was about saving very precious lives. He and his rider were born for this and they would not fail. He knew if R'sin backed him he could do this.

Considering the last thing he'd known his dragon to be doing was chasing after a Flight for his own odd reasons R'sin had every right to resist his dragon's pull, to not want to feel his bronze's lust as he finally gave in and tried again to Fly the gold. He was not that stupid though; he could feel the urgency in his bondmate's call. Something was wrong. As he connected with his dragon R'sin cursed and quickly found a quiet spot where he could give Pionath all possible strength through their connection. Where that other gold had come from was a question he would want answered but not until both golds were safely on the ground and being tended to by dragonhealers. Get them! he growled in turn, spurring his bronze on in their shared quest to stop what would surely be a fatal battle if not interrupted.

Wingbeats quickened as Pionath sped up, closely watching the battle. The golds of course were busy tearing into one another; that wouldn't change yet. The males, they were the ones to watch. All were upset and many were confused, but some were actually trying to get the two queens apart. He watched them very carefully, noting their movements and attempts. The golds were sized up, relative strength and size compared. Whether he liked it or not there were larger and stronger males in the sky than him. Now was not the time for pride and so he looked for how best he could use himself to break the dueling dragons apart. In silence he gained altitude, angled himself just right, and dove. At this point it did not matter which one he struck as long as he knocked one away from the other and kept her away. All those turns Catching Athenath would serve him well now; the zultanite was almost as large as a gold and quite fierce. The only way to Catch her was to pluck her from the sky and hold her until she gave in. These golds would not give in that easily-but then neither would he.

Claws spread wide, jaws parting as he closed in on them. Out of the way! he snapped, careful to exclude the golds from his warning. There would be no warning for them, only the sudden weight of him as he clung to one like a burr and refused to let go. Better that he dug in with claws and fangs and dragged one down with him than that he try going easy on the one he caught only for both golds to continue ravaging each other. A little damage dealt to prevent much more. Every muscle under the bronze's brassy hide tensed, bracing for the impact and inevitable struggled he was hopefully about to be engaged. He just needed to get a good grip on one of them...
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Behemoth was concentrating on the Flight, and did not see the intruder until it was already too late. It seemed most of the males had been to focused on the Queen to even notice the other Gold. Once she attacked though, Behemoth roared his protest, and watched for a moment as other dragons began appearing to try and protect their Queen. The young bronze was slightly confused, as this was only his second Queen Flight (although first time chasing the New Atricis beauty), and he had never seen two Queens fight before either, but soon enough he took off towards the Queens with the other dragons, hoping to stop this before something worse happened.

Back in Eavan's apartment, A'ric ripped himself away from Behemoth's mind, looking around wildly for a moment. He hadn't wanted to get caught up in all the anger and the fight, but as he heard Jora's voice, he knew it might not be able to be helped. He had to concentrate and help Behemoth, giving him some of his strength so that he may help his Queen, and get her away from the other Queen, or vice versa.

He just found it slightly hard to concentrate though with the Weyrwoman echoing her dragon's rage at the moment. A'ric had been through Thread a few times now, but this was the first time that they had ever had an intruder like this. He forced himself to shut off pretty much everything around him as he concentrated on helping the bronze do what needed to be done to help the other dragons make sure their Queen was ok.
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Thu May 12, 2016 1:56 am

((Posting to move this along while I have some downtime before the move.))

There are MY males now! You are weak and undeserving of them or these skies! The Benden Queen argued back at Paiseantath, holding no fealty to this Queen and having absolutely no desire to obey her at all, especially not when Flight was concerned, she'd have fought her own Senior in this situation. Even as Paiseantath slammed into her, instead of darting away or shrinking from the small Atricis Queen, the Benden Queen latched onto Paiseantath and snapped powerful jaws at her, each one trying to grab the other's neck or throat, their teeth and mouths knocking into each other and teeth snapping loudly. Some scores were made by either side, and Paiseantath even got purchase with her teeth on the Benden Queen's neck, though missing anything too vital as to cause her to bleed out instantly, so instead, she just screamed angrily at the pain before she yanked free, ending their deathly fall as the wind caught her sandy colored wings again and took her into the air once more. She flew a little away, almost as if she would give it up and just try to lure the males away from Paiseantath, but quickly she turned back for more.

This fight's not over! The Benden Queen screamed as she aimed back at Paiseantath for another clash.

The Benden Queenrider had done all she could now, sending males not part of the Flight after the fighting Queens, and she did her best to stay in control instead of letting her Queen's anger reach her, but it did, especially when she heard angry screaming of the Weyrwoman from the nearby apartment. She felt the hairs raise on the back of her neck as if ready for a fight herself, and she almost stomped in there to tear the Weyrwoman from her chair, but the men in the apartment speaking up and things getting hectic, on top of a large, older bronzerider beginning to show aging. He was big though, and so it was easy for him to pull the small Queenrider back from Eavan's apartment and hold her back.

"Calm yourself, you do not want to lose your dragon this day, and be responsible for the loss of another Atrician Senior Queen, right?" I'li questioned the Bendenite calmly, snapping her to reality and making her realize the harsh truth of it. If they didn't focus on their Queens, trying to ebb their anger and bloodlust for one another, no amount of intervention of the males could stop a tragedy from happening. She still felt anger, still eyed the Weyrwoman's apartment for several moments, but she knew better, and the large bronzerider likely wasn't letting her go anywhere now that he'd caught her.

The Benden Queen clashed with Paiseantath again, but quickly it seemed the males got ideas on how to intervene, and before she could do more than make a few more scores on the Atrician Senior Queen, a couple of brave males were able to work together to yank her away, scoring into her hide deeply with their claws in their desperation to protect their Senior. Still she kept trying to get at Paiseantath, even as she spilled ichor across the sky with all the scores and open wounds she now sported. Then, one of the bronzes, Pionath, dove at the close Queens, hitting one of them to knock them away from each other. However, there was a loud snap and a roar of pain when dragons collided, but for just a moment, in the confusion and chaos, it was hard to tell who it was that was injured.
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