Through a Veil of Velvet Twilight ~ {Gold Lamiath's PC Flight}

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Mid-Summer
After dinner, stars starting to come out, but sun still not set
Clear skies, above thin cloud cover with occasional gusty winds

Rider's of female dragon's all had one thing in common. One thing that united them all into a certain level of knowing their dragon that rider's of male dragon's didn't always have. Not to say they were less in tune with their partners, but there was a decided difference between the male and female dragons. And that was Flights. Whether she was the smallest of Opals and Greens, or the largest of Garnets and Golds, there were times in their life where she became ultimate. When a female dragon flew, she was a goddess, queen of the skies, mistress of all that was above and below, regardless of her color.

It was a familiar feeling for Keket, one that she had been anticipating over the past several sevendays as she felt Lamiath's mood shift. It was a feeling she had experienced numerous times over the past turns. She sat and watched her gold slowly brighten, her colors seeming to practically glow. And the more vibrant her hide became, the more sour her mood. Everyday, Keket would have to gently remind her dragon that she didn't actually hate the world, but she was going to rise soon. Finally, it seemed like the day came, morning revealed a practically neon hued gold curled up, eyes whirling red with irritation. But the day wore on, and no sign, no trigger of Lamiath taking to the skies. Tomorrow would be the day then, and Keket finished her dinner, and went to read a bit before calling it an early night.

Keket wasn't entirely sure what time it was when she woke up, apparently having dozed off a bit at her book. Sitting up, she felt it, Lamiath? The woman sat up. The sun was still out, but it was threatening to kiss the horizon. She could feel her Queen as she shifted, her wings fanning in the waning light, readying. Keket sighed a bit. Right after dinner...It would probably invonenience the entire Weyr, and for a moment Keket felt guilty. Couldn't Lamiath at least wait until morning, then everyone could be well rested? I will not! This is my time, I have chosen it, and it will be! Let them wake and witness my glory!

Keket penned swift notes to the various other queenriders, the Weyrwoman, those that needed to be informed, with heavy apologies for the late hour, and sent them off with Sine and Duna. The fancy-flitts chirped, and obediently took off on their task as Lamiath stretched herself. It wouldn't be long before Keket would not be able to hold her from attacking the feeding grounds, and the woman just hoped she could get everything set in time. She had decided to have an open door that Flight, something she rarely did. Right as she finished lighting a few glows against the setting sun, the Gold couldn't hold it any longer. Lamiath lit to the sun-kissed sky, the roar that ripped from her throat practically vibrating the stone of the Weyr.

Those who think you are worthy, prove yourselves!

It had been enough times that Lamiath didn't need reminding to blood only as she swooped over the feeding grounds. She also did not waste any time being picky as she did a single fan across the pens, before slamming atop a rather large beast. The creatures bawl of terror was cut short by a wet crunching sound, followed by the gluttonous slurping. Lamiath had always been a bit of a messy eater when it came to Flights, a stark contrast to her normal dainty, careful eating. The sky above might be ablaze, but the area surrounding the Queen seemed to glow from her golden hide, as if she herself was the sun, each movement almost as if it had a faint haze around it.

Keket stood in her rooms, a hip leaning on her couch as she waited for the chasers to arrive. Lamiath could feel them around her, the males, but she ignored them for the moment. They were inconsequential. They would have their chance at her soon enough. But for now, she fed. The first beast was drained, a shell of what it was, and she leaped on the next nearest. One male was too slow to get out of her way, and he was awarded with a claw slashing his direction, and a sharp hiss. Blood dripped from her maw, but she didn't care as she stabbed her teeth into the next beast.
How I am going to work this, is two rounds! On September 8th, I'll reply again, and then on September 15th, I'll roll for a winner! Winner will be randomized, with consideration taken in for the male's abilities, etc. Honestly though, it's more random than anything else, lol. And thank you, Ember, for the sexy title of this Flight!

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Wed Sep 04, 2019 11:36 pm

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Weyrlinghood continued, and R'vin knew they were reaching the end ever so steadily. They were starting Wing integrations now, and today was his and Rudoth's first day with the full fledged Wing they would be working with for the remainder of Weyrlinghood. While they had been training for over a turn now for Threadfall, R'vin had found the drill that day with the full Wing to be much more intense than Weyrling training had been so far. They'd drilled over months, sure, but there was something different about drilling with full fledged dragonriders. It was tiring in a way, and R'vin only relaxed after it was done.

After drills, when they were set free so the Wing leadership could take care of other work, R'vin was given some free time. He hoped to rest, but Rudoth had demanded a bath, going on about how the hard drills had sullied his hide. He couldn't argue though, Rudoth was due for a bath, it was true, and after their work he couldn't say the beast didn't deserve it after R'vin got a late lunch. Still, after his meal, he enlisted Torin to help, setting the bronze firelizard to the task of helping him scrub Rudoth's hide in the Weyr lake, reminding the flitt every so often to get soapsand in his talons for the job. Even with Torin's help though, it took a while, and R'vin couldn't help but miss the days that a bath and an oiling didn't take quite so long, when Rudoth was half the size he was now. To think he was still growing.

A bath was in order for R'vin after that, and after a check in the bathhouse to make sure no one he didn't want to deal with was there, he bathed in one of the private rooms in the men's side of the house. Once done, he couldn't believe it was almost dinner time, so made his way there early to get something to eat after his long, tiring day, thinking nothing of it that Rudoth was sound asleep. He assumed the bronze was tired out as well, so let him sleep as he ate his evening meal, having no idea what was in store.

R'vin was on his way up the cliff path to the dragonrider apartments, considering turning in early, when he felt his stomach grumble. No way was he hungry again, he just came from the dining hall, he thought. But then, a moment later, he felt something else, a sudden new... need that hadn't been there before. Though he was still new to Flights he felt, he recognized this feeling from the last time, and looking up, pausing his steps, he saw Rudoth flare out his wings, letting them catch the sunset light, before he headed to the feeding pens. The female in question hadn't risen quite yet it seemed, meaning Rudoth was one of the males that was going to prepare early for this Flight. It must have been a Queen then. He'd heard talk Lamiath was going to Rise soon, so it must have been her.

He finished his walk up the cliff path, though he didn't register that his pace had increased either, even as he considered if he should attend this Flight or not. Lamiath... Queenrider Keket... that meant her door was Open, right? He hadn't heard anything about her Flight being closed, and the Watchrider on duty hadn't sent out any announcement about the door being Locked. Still, it didn't mean he had to attend himself. He could still be there for Rudoth but lock himself away. After all, he still wasn't entirely sure what would happen if Rudoth won and he bedded the rider of the Risen female... and he couldn't help but worry about what would happen after that too. How would his first Flight partner react?

The worry made him swallow hard, but now Lamiath herself was Rising, her hide ablaze with the radiance that beset Rising females. He paused his walk again, watching her as she announced herself to the Weyr and made her way to the pens where some males had already started their kills, Rudoth included. It was strange really, the way Rudoth's wants made R'vin watch Lamiath as well, though he was no dragon himself, and there was the open door of the other half of his dragon's desires.

He licked his lips.

Rudoth had needed the sleep, he knew what was coming, he had sensed it, and after resting, he fed, flocking to the feeding pens with a few other dragons who were already gathering. Despite his youth compared to most others here, he growled at some of the closest males to him, eyes whirling red. He didn't do much else though, finding himself a suitable beast and diving upon it, using his weight to fell the beast immediately. From there he drank, taking in the blood he knew he'd need, for he was taking on the coming challenge of a glorious Queen, the females he was meant to Chase.

When she arrived, Rudoth watched her in appreciation and eagerness, but he focused on his blooding mostly, ensuring he would be properly satiated. He, however, was unfortunate to not move fast enough when Lamiath downed another beast, inexperienced with a more experienced female like she was. He did manage to avoid her claws, but just barely and he was sure he'd earned her ire now.

*Don't worry about it Rudoth. She may very well forget once she Flies.* R'vin encouraged his bronze to ensure he didn't let it trip him up in the Flight to come.

R'vin, meanwhile, arrived to his destination, letting his feet carry him, and now finding himself gazing at the rider of the glorious Lamiath. Queenrider Keket, leaning against her couch and waiting. But... he was the first to arrive? That was a far cry from the last Flight he'd been in, where he had been the last to arrive. He wasn't sure if this was better or worse, being the only one here for a while, even if it was only for a brief moment before the others would start arriving. For now, R'vin cleared his throat, and offered a bow of his head respectfully to the Queenrider before him.

"Good evening, Queenrider Keket. I am R'vin of Bronze Rudoth. May Lamiath Fly high and far today." It was a bit stiff, a bit formal, but it was better than stumbling over his words like he had at Dirce and Sandalphonth's Flight. But with his introduction out of the way, he didn't step back or away immediately, unable to help looking at her, and wanting to be closer to her. Shards, the Flight hadn't even started yet! Though, when the next person arrived, he moved to give them space to make their greetings, giving him enough clarity to remember to not crowd Keket as the others arrived.

(Note: Larixth is probably participating, but after that huge R'vin post I don't know if I have it in me to write M'ir and Larixth too XD If I don't edit him into this post before someone else responds then we can assume he just doesn't last the whole Flight andh as to drop out before the end.)
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Lerina was relaxing in her apartment after finishing her dinner when she felt the first waves of desire from Issormoth. It didn't take much to guess which dragon was preparing to rise. All day the brown had been watching Lamiath and Lerina was certain he will chase when the time came. As for herself, she had no interest in getting involved with randy riders, male, female or otherwise. One thing she had no desire for nor any need to pursue was intimate relationships. The thought of them actually made her feel uneasy and even a little grossed out. She was fine with minor displays of affection like hugs and holding hands but anything more she'll reject.

Ever since coming to New Atricis she had in no way tried to prevent Issormoth from chasing whichever female he desired especially since New Atricis had no issue about riders locking their doors and not joining in with their dragon. Nevertheless she was glad Issormoth only liked to chase gold, having to lock herself up every time a green or other female rose would quickly grow tiresome.

Rising from her couch Lerina made sure her door was securely locked and then headed into her bedroom. Her pets were already fed and taken care of for the evening so she didn't have anything else she needed to do besides ride out the waves of desire till the flight was over. Given Issormoth had yet to catch himself a female Lerina saw no reason to think he'll succeed this time. Fortunately Issormoth wasn't the sort of dragon to overly sulk after losing a flight and most often just returned to his pavillion and fell asleep, too exhausted for anything else. By morning he was his usual self so Lerina wasn't worried he'll be upset and need her attention this time around.

Issmormoth wasn't thinking about his past failures nor was he distracted by knowing his rider wasn't going to join in physically. She was still there in his mind and that was all that mattered. In a way not being distracted by his rider made it easer to focus on the glowing beauty heading for the feeding grounds after calling out her challenge.

Taking to the air he circled a good dragonlength above the hunting gold and waited till she blooded her second kill before descending to make his own kill. He was amused by the one male who failed to get out of her way when she went for her second but didn't make fun of the bronze. Issormoth wasn't the sort to mock others for their mistakes however he did hope the bronze's mistake worked against him in the long run. With Lamiath busy with her second kill Issormoth snatched up a random beast and killed it quickly before settling nearby. Sinking his teeth into the neck of the large beast he caught he sucked it dry of blood and tossed it aside. A quick glide over the panicking herd and he snatched up another, this one a smaller beast. He didn't care about the size of his prey, not when all he needed was their blood. Besides, best to leave the largest for the gold as was her right.

Tossing aside his second beast, Issormoth rose up on his hind legs and spread out his wings, showing off his wingspand and large size for a brown. He didn't hiss or roar out challenges to the other males but he didn't make much effort not to knock any with his wings if they happened to be too close to where he was. After he displayed he half furled his wings and crouched, ready to launch into the air the moment Lamaith did, his tail swishing back and forth behind him in anticipation.

Issormoth is large for a brown (50') and Stamina class
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Myrath had known for the better part of three days what was to come. Every day that passed, her hide brightened, flushing with vibrant tones of sun and gold that proclaimed her pending rising. How could he not see the telling signs, ones that caused the male zultanite to bide his time until that moment when she trumpeted her intentions? From the grounds and from the skies he watched her, waited...

After wing drills concluded for the day, Myrath demanded that Miral give him a thorough wash and good oiling. Any reason why you are so keen on this particular female? the rider asked as she gave his hide a deep clean, one that swiped off the bits of dust and soot from every crevice and curve of his muscular form.

Myrath gave no response, though he beat his wings just beneath the watery surface to rinse away the last of the dirt that had accumulated on his elongated wingsails over the day.

Very well, say not a word. I will merely speculate.

The haughty male left Miral to it as she finished with his hind quarters, his rump and tail. Words were not necessary in moments like these when the subject of his desires burned just beyond the reach of his vision; yet burned vividly did the gold in his mind. The rider knew full well why he desired her, for what male could withstand the beauty of a gold? Only the bright star of Rukbat could outshine such a resplendent creature, but with its waning rays sinking beneath the curtain of the horizon, all that would remain was the glory of Lamiath.

After a thorough oiling, Myrath spent the remainder of the evening under the warming summer sun. Even as the beams began to fade, he kept the cliffs, up to the moment when the skies stirred with the proclamations of a queen in heat. From the cliffs he dove for the pens and claimed his own kill not far from the one crushed by the queen. He tore the bleating beast away from the gold, giving her a wide berth. The wails of his victim were throttled from it with a violent shake before he sucked his kill dry. He did not delay in a second kill, a stubborn bull who huffed about the massive dragon with long horns threatening to gore Myrath if he dared. Irritated by the audacity of this bull's threatening manner, the zultanite slapped his tail upon the ground only to slip to the skies. Even the bull knew better than to stand his ground with an airborne dragon. He attempted to run off, and lowed in distress when Myrath dropped upon him, breaking the bull's back. Careful of the beast's long horns, the zultanite bit the bull behind his head and the threatening outgrowths, and snapped his kill's neck.

As he drained the beast dry, he locked eyes back upon the gold who had lashed out at a young bronze. A tinge of amusement whirled in his lusting red eyes before turning back to the radiant gold who readied herself for the flight. He had enjoyed his fill of violence, warmth and blood. The skies now called to them, and Myrath was eager to prove himself to the gold. With his wings unfurled, an impressive length for even his impressive size, the seasoned zultanite readied himself for the flight.

Back on the ground, Miral concluded the last of her dinner and work before she donned a fresh tunic and fashioned her hair into quick plait. She did not delay any further, and left her apartment for the one in question. From what she understood, the door was open. If not, she was certain she would be able to find herself some company. Once she reached the apartment, she saw she was not the only one there. Other riders had arrived, including a curious young weyrling bronzerider she had recognised from Dirce and Sandalphonth's flight several months earlier.

Rather than say too much, Miral gave a nod to Keket, assuring the woman she saw her and saw her well, but she was not about to crowd her as some of the other men were always keen to do. Then to the young man she spoke. "I see you have an eager bronze on your hands," she chuckled to R'vin. Still very much herself, enough to tease the youth.
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Do stay focused, Iorveth! Inez growled to her brown every time his attentions veered. During drills was no time to be distracted, the Wingsecond reminded her lifemate as they helped to lead their wing. It was only after they settled for the day that Iorveth was allowed to croon to the gold... who would likely have absolutely nothing to do with him.

Ever since he left Lennoth's side, the brown had become desperate to earn the favour of another gold, one whose rider was less inclined to hurt his own, and honestly, Lamiath was a glorious queen. Those rare moments he swore she spotted him, the brown made sure to present himself, showing off his massive size and expansive wingspan, anything to garner himself with her attentions as she neared the moment she would rise. Even now, with Lamiath so close, the foolish brown pranced about, crossing her path once or twice as she rested in hopes that she would notice.

Leave her alone, Iorveth. You will likely get bit if you try too hard.

But she is such a breathtaking dame, my sky. How can I possibly pry myself away from her. You will try your hardest to win her rider's affections while I chase, anything to make her see that I am worthy of her attentions, Iorveth shot back to Inez as he continued to marvel at the shimmering hide from a distance.

From her desk, Inez waved the brown off. Whatever it is you wish, my dear. Though Inez had no intention of being torn from her desk prematurely, not when she still had so much work to do.

Fortunately for them both, Inez managed to finish her work and even enjoy a small meal and long soak before Lamiath made her intentions known. Dressed into a light summer gown with her hair pinned up into a bun, Inez crossed the pavilion for Keket's quarters. Miral had already arrived, and with a nod of acknowledgement, she greeted her former Wingleader before she moved to Keket. "Good luck to her flight. May the winds bless her sails." And then to the side, Inez moved, finding purchase along the wall where she could still quietly admire Keket.

Down in the feeding pens, Iorveth made his kills, but not without watching Lamiath with a keen sense of longing. In a hope to garner himself with her attentions, he stood tall and proud, wing unfurled and head held high. At the moment, he was the largest male present in her flight. Though not nearly as seasoned as some, he was more successful than most, and hoped the latter would work in his favour. You look positively radiant tonight, Lamiath. Plan to put us on a merry little chase this evening through the twilight?

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Myrath Stats
Size - 50ft (Stamina Class)
Age - 18 turns

Iorveth Stats
Size - 56ft (Power Class)
Age - 5 turns
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Fri Sep 06, 2019 12:49 am

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Excitement was building in the Weyr, along with the heat. Summer definitely could be a sweaty time but that made activities like swimming all the better! Unfortunately, swimming would not help with the building energy in the air. It was a very different sort of heat, one that became ever more visible as it built to its crescendo.

T'ran could not help but rib his young bronze here and there, for Adnachielth was increasingly focused on a certain gold who seemed to grow brighter by the day. The ribbing was all in good fun of course; T'ran was no better. A Flight presented such a sweet opportunity for him. No matter the outcome T'ran typically found someone to spend the Flight with which wasa very much to his delight. Too bad afterward he had to drag himself out of bed-

-or drag himself into said bed, as the case might be. The day was over when a familiar sort of roar rang out.

You have got to be kidding me, T'ran muttered, pausing to check with Adnachielth. This couldn't be what it seemed, not so late. The wherhandlers were waking up for Rukbat's sake! Dragons, day whers, and most unbonded weyrfolk (exceptions made for night wher candidates and staff of course) had eaten their evening meal and were now settling in for the night.

But nope, Adna only confirmed T'ran's suspicions. Even the promise of a good romp in the furs was not enticing enough right then. T'ran was relaxing and getting ready to head into his sleeping quarters-but a certain gold was doing the exact opposite.

Oh quit your griping, Adnachielth chided, only half-teasing. You won't complain when I win.

Yet, while he spoke with such bold confidence, the bronze took nothing for granted. He winged his way to the feeding pens and quickly singled out a beast to blood, keeping a close eye on Lamiath. He would take his cue from her on when to launch into the skies. Once there he would do exactly as she'd said: prove to her that he was the right choice.

And in the meantime T'ran had to get semi-dressed and navigate his way to Keket's quarters in the fading sunlight. He might grumble about it but he was not about to stay home.

((Idk if this is just a thing someone started or a new rule I haven't seen but Adna's stats are:))

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Aric groaned to himself. Why was being a Wingleader so difficult sometimes? Well, maybe not being the Wingleader in itself, but having a bronze like Behemoth was always a bit draining. While the bronze had always been strong willed, and a bit overbearing from time to time, it was even worse in the sevenday, or two sevendays, leading up to a Flight.

While it wasn’t exactly as bad as it had used to be, A’ric could tell something was going on, especially during drills. They were screwing up things they never would have. Honestly, at first, the rider found himself wondering if he was the one who was distracted, and that was in turn, distracting Behemoth. Shortly after that though, Behemoth started exhibiting the signs that told the young man that someone was going to rise. Maybe not today, or the next, but sometime in the near future.

Then it happened. Aric has just finished dinner when his dragon’s voice blared in his mind. Lamiath rises A'ric! Dont dwadle! I will prove once again that I am the best, and won't disappoint you!


Before the man could even tell his dragon that he had never once been disappointed in him, the bronze was off and quickly made his way to the herd beast pen and blooded one. After he was done, he blooded one more, and then crooned to the Gold.

You are radiant Lamiath! I am worthy, and I intend on showing you just HOW worthy I am.

A’ric quietly made his way to Keket’s apartment. Not that he had ever been there before, but it was just as if during Flights, you always seemed to know where to go, no matter what. As he entered, he gave a small bow and a smile played on his lips, his dark eyes lingering on her for maybe a moment to long as the beginning of the Flight lust began to set in. While he was normally one to fight it a little bit, this time, he decided not to. ”It’s a beautiful day for a maiden Flight. May it prove to be bountiful for you, your dragon, and the Weyr.”


Behemoth is 60ft, and is a Power Class I believe
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It was supposed to be an easy enough end of the day. Relax, spend time cleaning the rest of her apartment simply so she wouldn't have to do it in the morning before drills and maybe - perhaps a little shyly - invite Wrynne over or a little while. But that all changed when Vojorokoth made a fuss over something and wouldn't tell her what, and the cleaning turned into nervous shuffling of things from various spots to other more various spots.

Eventually she got him to open up about it, and groaned, refusing to believe what she was hearing. Why was it that he was going after a female that much larger than himself, let alone a queen of all things? She felt nervous, depleted of energy, energy she knew she should be focusing onto her brown. He grunted in her mind, an unusual thing, and then she heard him say something that made her stand at attention rather suddenly.

I've called for Tiernath's rider. She should be around shortly.

Shit.

Her cheeks turned red and then she hurried to shove certain things under her bed, even as heat infused in her blood and wrapped around her bones, giving her an even deeper flush of warmth against her cheeks and throughout her body. The normally forgiving brown was in no mood to let up on his rider though, insisting she focus on him and pleasure for the rest of the night, and then the cries of the queen littered the air and she knew it was too late to try and pull his attentions away.

His kills were blooded and few, his attention purely on Lamiath's golden form. He was silent as he watched her, his youth telling him words would have no meaning, only attempt and what he could prove to her in the skies as they danced for her affections. When she lifted off, he followed, leaving his rider behind as she waited for Wrynne to arrive, her heart hammering in her chest as suddenly nothing else mattered in this world but for Vojorokoth to woo the queen.

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R'vin was the first to arrive. Keket thought for a moment there had to be some sort of mix up, the boy looked so young. But she knew he couldn't be that young, he had a dragon old enough to chase, though his knots betrayed he was still a weyrling. Then again, if she could look at his youthful face and call him young, did that make her old? Shaking her head a little to herself, she pushed those thoughts aside as nonsense, because they were. With a warm smile, she greeted him, ”Welcome. I'm sure she'll put your boy through his paces. Best of luck to him, though.” Her tone wasn't condescending, and her hope that he did well was genuine, even if she had been thrown off by his apparent youth.

Other's were trickling in, as was to be expected. The queenrider nodded a greeting to each as some took to the edges, a couple stayed close to her, though luckily none seemed bold enough to be fully pushy about their presence. Which was good, it was not something that endeared Keket to a rider, when they had bad Flight manners. And in fact, had filtered through to Lamiath in the past. Her Queen detested rudeness, and if a rider was rude to her own...It was very unlikely such a rider's dragon would win. She returned Miral's nod of greeting, offering the other woman a small smile. Something that was mostly unheard of in the North seemed just the norm here at Atricis. Female riders of male dragons, genderbent dragons...If Keket recalled, Miral rode a male Zultanite.

Inez came foreward next, and Keket dipped her head to the brownrider, ”Thank you, I'm sure your boy will do his best, I wish him luck.” She could feel Lamiath feasting, but she also knew that it wouldn't last much longer. With each male catching the queen's eye for at least a brief moment, she knew time was ticking by. But Keket knew that there were probably at least a couple more people that might show, so she waited. And her patience was rewarded as she nodded another greeting to T'ran, and then A'ric as the man joined her quarters, ”Thank you all for coming, best of luck to your boys.” Her voice wavered a little, she felt Lamiath ready to surge, and that was that.

As she had feasted, Lamiath ignored all the sweet words offered to her by the males. The weight of the setting sun was eating at her, and she had no time for them on the ground. They could say whatever they wanted, it meant nothing to her. All that mattered was the skies. Which she launched up into. The setting rays lit her wings as she flapped hard, launching straight up, her wings creating great scoops in the air, and rising higher and higher, deeper into the blazing sky. The chase was on!

Lamiath could feel the males launch after her, and if she was a human, she would have smirked. Try and catch me, my pretties! She rose, straight up, like an arrow shot into the sky, and as she felt the sun's rays light her wings, she trumpeted with the sheer joy of flight. She was a proper queen, polite, diplomatic, thoughtful, and yet when she rose, it was bestial, and she loved it. Let them follow! Brown and bronze and shining green followed her gold wingbeats. Eventually, she got high enough, the air thin, she couldn't go any higher. There, she leveled out. Far below, the Weyr was a speck, nothing even discernible enough to look like bugs.

Shadows were already stretching in certain places as the sun dropped, but as high as they were, the sky was still ablaze with the sun. She turned then to spare a glance as to who might still be there. The climb itself should have perhaps weeded one or two out. What she saw make her croon though, as there was still a decent number. Good! She rolled then, spinning sideways in an almost free fall, sacrificing some height for the maneuver, but it was worth it. She turned during the roll, switching directions and zipping under the pack before dipping, and shooting at an angle for the shoreline, the sun making the ocean glow as gold as her hide.

Once over the waters though, she turned again. Flapping once more to gain height in a long arc, she almost wanted to dive into the waters. But no, that would slow her far too much, make her that much easier to try and catch, and she couldn't have that. With another rumble, she went up, up, high above the ocean, another great climb. Follow me, tear yourselves into the sky after me! While her words were kept to herself, the intention of them was clear. Was she going to just keep climbing and diving until she drove her chasers into exhaustion? It was impossible to say. She herself could not last forever, even if the burn in her shoulders was only just starting.
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Thu Sep 12, 2019 1:38 am

Immediately, the bronze took off after the Gold, climbing with her. Of course he would never admit it, but with his size, it hadn’t been easy to get himself up in the sky that fast. He could already feel the beginning of a burn in his wings from his effort, but he refused to complain or give up. He was not that type usually, and especially not when it came to a Flight. Besides, if he quit now he was fairly certain that Aric would be disappointed in him, even though the man had repeatedly told him it was just a Flight. He was proud when the bronze won, but never disappointed if the dragon lost. That is just how things went in the Weyr, and sometimes, it just seemed like Behemoth did grasp that concept. Having such a huge ego and thinking failure was not an option was a good trait to have, but sometimes, it was a burden as well.

Now that they had stopped climbing, with the Weyr barely visible below them, the big bronze stretched his wings a bit, trying to get some of the soreness out of them. Carefully he watched the other males, and hung back slightly. Experience told him that there was still a lot more to go, and the bronze knew he was going to need that energy at the end, so it made sense to hang back and conserve his strength for the time being.

Behemoth’s eyes never left the Gold, but he was just as surprised as probably every other dragon when she rolled and maneuvered herself so that she raced back the other way under them. While the big bronze could not turn on quiet the angle, he managed to turn a little quicker than he thought and he flew back after the beauty.

Behemoth bugled loudly as they raced out over the water. For some reason, he loved racing over the water. The spray on his body cooled him down slightly, and he was very thankful for it. As she rose higher, he did the same, daring to move a little closer behind her. By now, he could feel every muscle in his body starting to ache, but he was not giving up yet, he couldn't. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he forced himself to keep going, although he didn't know how much longer he could last. As long as he needed, or at least, he would try as hard as he could to keep up until the end of the Flight.
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There she was, the most stunning of creatures, and she was about to fly. He wanted to be ready, he would be ready, and when the time came to rise with her into the skies beyond, he took the leap. By no means was he a large brown - compared to the others surrounding him it was all but certain he was flying an already lost competition - but the young brown had gumption, and he was determined to at least try. That had to count for something, and perhaps the great queen, the gold beauty of Atricis, would see that.

He rose into the clouds, dove from them, scaled whatever semblance of invisible air he could latch onto. The flight was not easy, and he was finding himself growing quite tired early on. He could feel his rider urging him, gently so, telling him to try his best, but not push himself, that she would pull him back by mental force if he tried too hard. There was no sense in his mind, she could never do that he thought, and yet he thought for a moment, long enough to allow another young dragon ahead of him.

With a roar he surged forward, but sense got in the way, and he decided to save what energy he had left for later in the flight. He might need it, it might be all that remained between himself and impressing the lady queen. Vojorokoth might be tired, and he might not be listening to his rider, but being able to slice through the flight lust that had consumed him had been just enough to let him grasp hold of sense and see the truth.

Slow and easy. He needed to about this slow and easy. Perhaps it was too late, that in the eagerness of youth he had done too much damage to his chances. But he was still flying, he was still in the cloud of suitors. That meant there was still that pinch of what-if hanging in the air - and he couldn't stop until he either won, or was turned away.
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