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Talisha--
Highlights of soft, burgandy red dance through otherwise dark brown tresses, all streaming down her back in loose waves. A few choppy layers fall to frame her face, yet are left long enough to be tucked behind one of her small ears quite easily. A smooth complextion of creamy skin boasts just the hints of a tan, and remains perfectly clear, not a freckle or blemish in sight. Vibrant, almondesque eyes demand attention without really seeking it, their colour a clear gold-green. A heavy layer of long black lashes sweep upwards towards delicate brows, making those eyes seem all the more dramatic. Most times you can either find her smiling or pouting; soft plum-tinted lips curling into a variety of expressions. Her willowy stature is at least blessed by curves in all the right places, and she's toned up and put on slight amounts of muscle in recent turns. Short, she stands at around 5'1 with her shoes on. Tali appears to be around 18 Turns, 10 months, and 9 days.

Scarlet bleeds across her torso, melding with boned black to push up her curves enough to cause them to almost -almost- spill right over the black lace frilled cups made to hold them. Laced tight, pulled right in and against her ribs, the corset /cinches/ down to tiny hips, tumbling away in frills of blackness. Shine reflects from her slinky scarlet panties, and from beneath stretches down black fishnet, enfolding her long, sleek legs. Silky ribbons wrap around her upper-thighs, looping into pretty bows, ends curling down to the backs of her knees. Straps fall down from the black-frilled edge of the corset--four--linking with the ribboned tops of red on black fishnets. Dangerously high-heeled, strappy shoes enclose her feet--toes barely peeking out from the front strap. Heavy silvery hoops dangle from tiny ears, glinting light now and then. Her hair is styled into an artful cascade of shiny ringlet curls and scarlet red dyed feathers, all laced together with shiny black ribbons. A knife, just one long silver-glinting blade rests in a black pouch, attached to the bead studded belt slung carelessly around her slim waist. Her lips are stained yet darker than their normal plum shade--a slick of blood-red gloss. A heavy black choker-necklace encircles and hugs tight to her throat, rivulets of black beading dangling down to rest just above the swell of her cleavage.

Southern Bowl(#396RDJL$)
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns. Scattered leaves have tumbled into corners of the bowl, and are stuck in cracks on the edge of the rock. They have bright colors: orange, gold, and brown. Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks and the Telgar Weyr lake. The ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use '+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is being served. The evening is clear, with a few small clouds crossing the twinkling stars. Through the whispy clouds you can see the stars. The smaller Belior is shining brightly as a full moon while Timor shines in half moon. There seems to be a light breeze and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.
Contents:
DRAGONS: Yehlth Imanath (Ularrith) Kemonth
PLAYERS: Laidan Talisha K'ryn Schmitt Obvious Exits: Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Guest Weyr Records Room

Taking note of the anxious Imanath, K'ryn glances over, a little surprised, and then turns back to greet the slinking greenrider on an intercept course. His brows raise a little, too, but he happily takes a few long strides to meet her midway, arms held out for a quick embrace or the like. "How've you... flights?" A quick glance back, as Schmitt mentions that word.

Yehlth croons to Imanath, wanting her attention since so many other dragons seem to be showing up. I'm your bestest brother, yes I am.

Kazeth snarls towards Kemonth, finally rousing himself enough to flop out into the bowl. His rider shivers slightly and nods Talisha's way, telling K'ryn rudely, "If you can't tell, you've a lot to learn, y'know."

St'fen swings a leg to the other side, dismounting slowly with Kemonth's aid when he gives it.
St'fen has arrived.

Laidan looks up at the sky, as if judging the weather.

St'fen slides down, tugging of his helmet and gloves. "High Reaches duties!" he calls. "Anyone seen Kich?" Kemonth warbles in surprise at Kazeth.

"How've I /been/?" Talisha finishes off for K'ryn as she leans across to bump shoulders with him. "Just /perfect/ thank you for asking." Imanath is indeed glowing, -bright- in the moonlight shining along recently oiled hide. She drags her claws against the bowl floor again, then simply stops, gathers herself up and starts pacing back and forth like a feline on the prowl.

Kazeth snarls again, slink-slumping a little closer to Imanath's path with each pretended stretch. Sliiiiii-flump. Sliiiiii-flump. And to top it off, a warble as she passes by.

Yehlth croons. Lovely Imanath, wonderful Imanath. He gets up and nearly prances, just out of reach of the green, following her about as best he can as the bowl starts to get.. crowded.

St'fen's sharp gaze takes in Talisha and he openly stares at her. "Um, Reaches duties." he mutters even though he's already seem that. Kemonth on the other hand has eyes only for Imanath, watching her closely. He croons, a deep masculine sound. St'fen seems to understand all that's going on in a matter of moments. "Um, has anyone seen Kichievo?" he asks again.

Ah, yes, well, glowing green. Hmph. K'ryn is bumped, and smiles, if a little edgily, nerves set on end now that he fully takes note of the situation. "Good, good," he replies, managing that much. "Thought I'd come to visit, y'know, just say hi, but ah..." A glance around, at all the gathering dragons. "I didn't expect this."

"I don't know who she is," Schmitt snaps edgily towards St'fen, glaring fiercely at that dragon that dared to make himself hers. "Kazeth, do you know how stupid you look?"

Laidan replies to St'fen. "I haven't seen Kich about. But then, I haven't been looking."

Talisha positively /beams/ at K'ryn first, "Oh, you came to get that sober kiss did you, K'ryn?" she purrs the Fort blueriders name out, winking at him before spinning on her toes to offers a bright, "Telgar's duties!" to St'fen. "I haven't seen Kichevio, no. Maybe she's up in her weyr?" Head tipping up, she looks sky-wards for a moment, while Imanath continues to pace up and down the length of the bowl, occasionally sending a pathetic little croon to her lifemate.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Sidonth and his rider, Mh'al of HighReaches Weyr.

Schmitt shudders at Talisha's words and turns to stalk towards the guest weyr, sitting down on the edge of the ledge, continuing to watch her dragon make a fool of himself with croons and warbles and postured wings for the green.
Sidonth backwings for a landing.
Sidonth has arrived.

St'fen glances towards Schmitt then decides she's as snappy as the blue dragon that looks to her. He quickly turns his attention to those who answer him more positively. "Her weyr thanks. I'll look there." or maybe not because his lifemate shows no interest in actually moving. While he's not trying to show off like the rest, he is definatly watching the glowing green.

Mh'al lifts himself from his spot between Sidonth's neckridges, removing the straps deftly before sliding down to the ground with ease.

Laidan finds a spot back against the bowl wall to wait until things get moving. My, there's a crowd of dragons showing up. She frowns. It's going to be a crowded weyr.

"Well, I dunno about that. I was thinking about it. Tempting, you know?" K'ryn grins faintly, before glancing back over his shoulder, toward the Northern end of the bowl. Surprise, surprise, his own lifemate is ambling over, to take his own part in the little 'surround the green' routine the others are putting on. Then, looking back, "But I bet you're gonna be a little, ah, busy for that now." Tavorth lumbers here from the north. Tavorth has arrived.

Mh'al removes his helm and goggles in one swipe, squinting as he takes one, good look over the Bowl. With a sigh, he catches sight of the small crowd and the /green/. He groans inwardly.

Kemonth turns his head to view yet another male coming closer. No matter, for he's not afraid of a little competition. With a snort he suddenly leaps up into the air, presumably heading for the feeding pens.

Imanath mantles her wings briefly as she watches /those/ males, head swinging around to regard them with frantically whirling eyes. She hisses, tail flickering .

Yehlth warbles sweetly one last time to Imanath and darts into the air. He is, indeed, well rested and ready for the exercise tonight as he sails over to get a bellyful of energy.

Sidonth leans back on his hindquarters, rumbling appreciatively to Imanath's glowing visage. His swirling eyes watch her for a silent moment, before looking for the Feeding Pens.

As Kazeth comes suddenly to life, lean muscles contracting and wings striking suddenly out to lift him for the short glide to the blooding, Schmitt buries her head on her knees, putting her arms over her head and groaning.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Xannarth and his rider, D'zel of Fort Weyr.

But I just got here! With a quick turn, as the others depart, Tavorth swings around and heads back the way he came, launching into the air as he does. Above, Xannarth glides down from above.

D'zel unstraps himself from Xannarth's back, and slides down his forelimb to the ground.

Talisha whines as she watches the males start taking off, turning wide green-gold eyes on K'ryn. "Imanath is.." But she doesn't quite get as far to tell him before her attention is captured in a silent arguement with the green, as she darts back and forth across the bowl, /pacing/, aggitated.

St'fen doesn't seem to surprised as Kemonth launches himself upwards suddenly. He darts out a tounge to moisten suddenly dry lips. "I seem to have a knack for finding these events here." he mutters.

TGW-Bowl>> In the Feeding Grounds, Kazeth swoops easily for his first catch and settles to blood broodily. No green to impress yet.

K'ryn chuckles, quietly, nodding a quick agreement to the greenrider. "Yeah, I sort of got that." Then a quick look over, as a familiar bronze lands amid the group, and he lifts his arm to wave. "Hey, D'zel."

Mh'al breathes deeply, accepting his fate as Sidonth flies over to the Pens. "So much for a small trip.." He murmurs to himself, managing a wave to D'zel and St'fen.

D'zel gives Xannarth an affectionate swat and then looks around to say in an undertone, "I don't see any bar, barmaids either." and then louder, "Fort's duties!" He pulls his gloves off and smiles around, "Howdy, howdy!" before ambling over to K'ryn and the others.

Coming to a stop, Imanath arches her back, stretching herself out like a feline before a quick vault propels her into the crisp autumn winds of Telgar, and she's off, up and darting towards the feeding grounds with a hiss of challenge.

Imanath> Feeding Grounds Imanath> The feeding grounds are wide, and covered with huge gashes, the clawmarks of feeding dragons. The fence that surrounds this area is very sturdy, to prevent stampedes during a dragon's feeding. Toward one end the fence ends, and the shore of the Weyr lake is visible.
Imanath> The evening is clear, with a few small clouds crossing the twinkling stars. Through the whispy clouds you can see the stars. The smaller Belior is shining brightly as a full moon while Timor shines in half moon. There seems to be a light breeze and the fall air is warm enough, with only a slight chill.

Imanath> Tavorth wings out over the feeding grounds, flying low, his storm-shaded wings throwing shadows over the frightened herdbeasts below. Sharp eyes darting, he sights one creature, scrambling quickly to escape his hovering claws, and descends, snatching up the animal with naught but a frightened squeal to mark his passing. Feeding for a moment, the drained corpse is then tossed carelessly aside, and he circles to head for his next victim.

Imanath> Kemonth leaps into the middle of the grounds, scattering several beasts before him. No time is taken to make a dainty selection, instead he swipes at an animal and brings it down quickly. A large slash is made then his muzzle lowered to slurp greedily at the blood that gooshes out.

Imanath> Yehlth looks up from his first kill to observe a bronze in the ranks. He rumbles irritatedly, an odd sound from the usually pleasant blue.

Talisha stomps one high-heeled-shoe clad foot on the ground, stirring up a swirl of dust. "Sharding creature!" She shouts, staring after Imanath until she's out of sight. Then, with a dazed glance around, she starts heading towards the guest weyr. She knows where she's going. She's been here before.

Telgar's Guest Weyr This is a large, ground level weyr not far from the junior queen's weyrs. The stone couch is covered by several thick furs and is very comfortable while providing a soft place to rest. Several glowbaskets give off light and the floor has been worn very smooth. There is 'roomhelp' available.
Obvious exits: Bowl
<OOC note: They all come follow in>

Imanath> Sidonth glides over the Feeding Grounds like a dark shadow, soaring overhead of the terrified 'beasts below. Lowering his forearms, his extended ebon talons hook into the first, plump victim. Landing swiftly as much as a bronze can, his sharp teeth pierce the skin of the carcass, drinking of the fount.

Imanath> Xannarth rumbles a greeting, polite at the start, but ending in a bit of a growl as he eyes the other males present and, of course, Imanath the new center of his world.

Imanath> Kazeth perks up as the green lands, and lifts his blood-stained muzzle to give her the loudest, most cheerful warble he can. He lifts his kill on one talon to swing it back and forth, licking at the blood that drips.

Imanath> Imanath drops down with an almost lazy grace, hissing as a stampede of herdbeasts dare to run past her. A languid stretch of her front foreleg, and one ebony shaded talon slices straight across the throat of a startled 'beast, sending hot blood spilling out and onto the ground as Imanath's jaws close around the dead animal.

Schmitt mutters, scooting her butt inward without getting up, "They should stock the place with alcohol, for Faranth's sake."

Imanath> Yehlth scootches from his first kill to a wherry, eyes now turned to Imanath as he ignores the competition. They don't matter. The green does. He croons shortly before nipping a hole into his catch and drinking. WONderful Imanath.

D'zel prowls in, lagging a little behind in his uncertainly though it's hard to tell from the determined set of his jaw. He rubs a hand over his chin and shakes his head, looking about for alcohol even as Schmitt is mentioning it.

St'fen follows the greenrider quite willingly though he doesn't dare to get too close. Once inside he strays off slightly to lean up against a wall. He doesn't notice the others rider except when one passes in his line of sight.

Talisha's hand darts down, slender fingers catching on the blade so carefully tucked into a thick leather pouch. She removes it with a quick flick of her wrist, and clutches it close to her barely hidden chest. Dark eyes dart toward those entering, and she paces backward, pressing herself up against the cool stone wall.

K'ryn nods faintly, in agreement. "I'll say." Eh, no worries, there'll be plenty of alcohol for most of them afterward. He finds a wall and settles to sit against it, watching Talisha at a distance. Yeah, they were all close and friendly before, but somehow, that might not be a good idea now.

Laidan laughs a bit weakly. "Tarlo made sure there's plenty in the living cavern.." She looks around a bit, then finds a nice, safe spot where she can put her back to the wall.

Imanath> Sidonth extends his raven-bronze wings to their fullest extent, arching his neck to bugle at the shimmering green before his lustful gaze. Furling his wings quickly, he knocks a group of scrambling herdbeasts into a frenzy, poking into one with a vicious claw. He drags the fallen 'beast to his maw, drinking quickly.

Imanath> Xannarth swipes out with a foreclaw to catch a young herdbeast, running blindly from another dragon. From the frying pan to the very heart of the fiery beast - Xannarth snaps it's head of starts to drink deep, eager to catch up.

Imanath> Kazeth warbles loudly over at Imanath, slinging the carcass off his talon to the ground, thud! Pay attention to me over here, dim-headed green; another warble shades into a challenging snarl at another blue before Kazeth leaps agile to snag a caprine.

Imanath> Tavorth is quicker this time, in selecting and swooping upon his prey. A particuarly swift-footed beast is visitted upon with sharp claws and teeth, killed instantly as the blue crushes it's neck between his jaws. Again, the carcass is then discarded, swiftly, in favor of his next meal.

Mh'al walks in quietly, behind the crowd. His expression is unreadable, settling down his riding gear next to a cool wall. Plopping down, he does seem relieved as he leans back against it.

Imanath> Kemonth tosses aside the drained beast, his head swiveling to watch Imanath arrive. The scene is breath taking. There he is, red marking his jaw and makeing it's way down his chest. And there she is, so dainty so lovely, so glowing! One can not take too much time to admire for soon she will rise and only the blood will fullfill him enough so that he too may take to the skies to chase. Quickly another kill is made and savagely he tears into the herdbeast. D'zel stares hard at Talisha and her dagger both, moments passing before he's even aware he's doing it because of the hazy filling his mind. He moves over to the cooler stone of the wall and presses back against it as if willing to take on it's immutable nature.

Imanath tosses her head from one side to the next; blood splatters along her muzzle and down her front--gracefullness lost in the kill--before she lets out a bellow as inwardly she argues with her lifemate to /eat/, not just drain the piddly thing. Tongue flickers along her crimson-drenched muzzle, and she tosses the spent carcass towards those males. Those /males/ admiring her form. Another snatch; and a screaming 'beast is soon silenced with a quick snap of her jaw.

Imanath> Yehlth lingers over his wherry. His first kill was a big one.. he's fairly well fueled, but he snags a caprine to sip from while he waits. Soon, there will be flight, and wind, and chasing.

Talisha presses herself harder up against the wall, one hand clenching into a little fist while the other remained gripped tight around the slender handle of her knife. She ignores all the talk of drinks and such--her attention is off, elsewhere with her lifemate.

Imanath> Kemonth leaps up, his wings snapping open fully as he soars across. He shall be seen! Landing on top of a young buck he quickly silences the anquished yell by snapping it's neck. As if landing on it and breaking it's back wasn't enough. Again his talons rip through the flesh to reveal the blood he so desires. He drinks deeply and quickly.

Laidan settles in and sighs, determined to enjoy the flying part as much as she can before the whole winning/not winning problem comes up.

Imanath> Sidonth presses his massive form down onto the ground, slithering quickly with powerful movements of his hindlegs and tail. His forepaw stretches out agilely, seeming like a clawed scythe of ever-certain death to fear-striken herdbeast. Snared in his almost-gentle looking grasp, he bits down on the 'beast as if were a redfruit, ichor staining his maw and bronzed neck.

Imanath> Kazeth drains his caprine in a matter of minutes, then crouches down to shred it deliberately, one talon at a time passing sharply through flesh. The blue's gaze is hard on Imanath, quitely clearly sizing her up.

Imanath> Moving swiftly from his last kill, Tavorth simply leaps, to take his next victim, not even wasting the energy to fly. Better to conserve, for the chase. With deadly accuracy, he pounces upon the helpless animal, forcing it to it's side on the ground, and tears into it with his sharp fangs, before settling down to drink. Here and there, however, the blue's neck twists, so he might catch a glimpse of the nearby, lovely Imanath. Then back to his kill, draining it fully.

Dragon> Imanath senses that Kazeth laughs wildly in blue winds, sweeping sparkles with a provoking, << You, you will be oh-so-easy to catch! >>

Imanath> Xannarth swats his drained herdbeast aside with disdain and leaps forward, feline like, to grab another, daring to take the time to drink again while he watches Imanath with inherit fascination, twitching to take to the skies with every slight motion the green makes.

Mh'al moves a distracted hand through his disheveled hair, his glazed eyes flickering back and forth feverishly. He seems lost in his own thoughts, linked with those of Sidonth's.

Imanath> Imanath seizes her next kill with a lazy stretch of but one talon, ripping into the startled beasts fat belly. She drains, lifting her head up as whirling eyes scan the skies above--and she /flings/ the emptied carcus toward Kazeth with a dramatic snort. Translucent green wings mantle--the better to show off for the males surrounding--and she arches, glowing green hide alight with the moon's silvered sheen, made all the more so by the blood filling her now. She launches, a straight upwards vault that takes her -high-, up and away from those who wish to chase with a teasing curl of her tail.

Central Bowl Airspace(#1353RLe)
Imanath> You circle within the northern airspace of Telgar Weyr, just above the large central bowl and lake region. Below, along the lake's edge lie the sands of the Weyr's main beach and to its west is the huge expanse of Telgar's Hatching cavern. Down and then eastward is the Weyr's large pen that serves as the dragons' feeding grounds. Several of the beasts scatter nervously while you hover overhead. Gouges mar the earth below beside the weyrling barracks where, often, you can catch sight of a bevy of young dragons and their new partners doing drills. Reaching farther to the south are the entrances to both the living caverns and the infirmary. While you could gaze over the breathtaking beauty of all these sites, the circling chill of the wind causes you to seriously considering landing.

St'fen doesn't move too much. His eyes flicker around the room ocassionally, always returning to Talisha.

Imanath> Xannarth takes a powerful leap into the air, all young muscle and sinew, wing and desire. The others present are just a distraction, something there just to keep the prize right out of his immediate reach. He feels the brush of another wingtip against his side and arrows over in irritation, letting loose a bugle.

Imanath> Yehlth springs lightly after Imanath, taking a moment to revel in the currents of this native place. He winds away from the green, as if chasing a mirror image of her that soars perhaps 30 or 40 yards to one side. But here, he has free winds, untattered by the passage of others. Here, he can soar freely.

Imanath> Kazeth relaxes as he leaves the ground, in his element of grace now and he spreads his wings to soar in unadulterated delight for a few precious seconds. But green glowing hides will always call, and immediately his muscles work to sweep wings furiously in the air after Imanath's lure.

Imanath> Quick to the chase, Tavorth launches into the air and beats his wings furiously, using all the speed born of his breed to gain ground early, before the larger dragons make it up with their greater staying power. He spares little in those first few moments, all the recently-drained blood fueling his hectic pursuit. There are no acrobatics, no flashy moves from this blue, who focuses simply on the pursuit, neck stretched ahead, as if to bring him an inch or two closer to the lovely green prize before him. Anxious? Yes indeed.

Imanath> Kemonth leaps up high into the air, the herdbeast forgotten as he takes off after Imanath. Snapping his wings fully open he tries to catch the perfect draft to launch him upwards and closer to his desired place. Wrapped together with Imanath.

Imanath> Sidonth creels longingly, soaring up from the Grounds along the subtle thermal guiding the rest of /them/ along as well. Stretching his wings once again, he climbs ever higher after the glowing green. He's not the fastest, nor the most stealthy, but he will endure the Flight with a boost of energy to spare at the end.

Imanath> Imanath lets out a melodic bugle as she turns, twists, and banks sharply to one side, winds whistling beneath her wings. She /soars/, revelling in the flight that takes her ever higher, far from the grasp of those males streaking after her below. Abruptly she turns--changing her direction mid-air--and starts skimming above them all, going in exactly the opposite direction. Bye bye boys..

Talisha sinks down to the floor, fish-netted legs crossing together in front, while her forehead drops to rest against them. "Higher.." she can be heard muttering, blade twirling in her hands.

Imanath> In his single minded naivete Xannarth doesn't know how much is too much, how far he can press before straining too far and therefore holds nothing back. Bronzed wings stretch to caress the air with all the fervor of one driven solely by desire to possess those translucent wings, that glowing neck. The heated breath of another flows across his shoulders and he finds he must increase his pace even further if he seeks to truly compete.

K'ryn's eyes flit from the face of the familiar greenrider, and down to that... knife. What -is- it with Telgar women and knives? Then worriedly, he looks up, at the cavern ceiling, imaging the flight above, as the details of his lifemate play out inside his head.

Imanath> Yehlth neatly flips over, rolling onto a new thread of wind as easily as a mug over a table as he slides up the sky after the green. Tricks such as those won't fool him easily. He's too maneuverable. Now he slips from breeze to breeze, seeking those that will carry him, like a great blue kite, after the green star.

Imanath> Kemonth catches a fairly good thermal, soaring upwards after the freedom bound green. Determined to clear enough air space of his own, he does a bit of showmanship banking to the left then the right, slipping under a bronze then swooping in front of him. More and more ground is gained and he closes in on the green. For a brief moment he turns his head, to see how close or far behind him the other males are. When he looks forward again he nearly wails in anquish. Which way did she go? No longer directly on her exact path he angles to the side, turning in the same direction that she has gone.

Imanath> Doesn't she know by now that that's an old trick? Kazeth twists and dips in the fore of the chasing pack, whipping into a tight spin as the green tries hers tricks. The difficult part, it would seem as he untwists his neck, is keeping an eye on her as well as following with the same speed and agility she has, unfettered by rowdy and even inexperienced chasers. The indignity, as he snarls loudly at a particularly inept brown.

Laidan has her eyes closed, her mouth is slightly parted as she ignores her surroundings to watch the flight going on above. A faint smile is there, as well.

Imanath> Sidonth arches his sleek ebon-bronze neck towards the flying jade beauty. Bugling loudly his supreme affection, he launches himself forward along the crowd following behind her. Dodging a blue here, narrowly missing a brown here, he slides through the rushing air to reach a position just above the pack. A better view up here.. All that shimmering green for /him/ to observe lustfully, undisturbed mostly.

Imanath> Tavorth still beats quickly, sharply, putting races over his home sky to good use, now, moving as swiftly as his storm-cloud wings will let him. Yet for all his inexperience, the blue has seen a turn like that before, and banks, less sharply, to come around just as the green doubles back. It takes a moment to level out, from the nearly sideways position he flies in for a moment, but after that, the chase is on again!

D'zel slides just slightly down the wall, into a half crouched position, arms crossed and knees out a bit. He keeps his head back to the wall and his eyes closed and, rare enough for him, is quiet.

Schmitt slouches against the wall, deceptively still; a close glance reveals taut muscles, steely eyes, clenched jaw.

Mh'al rubs a trembling hand over his stubble-covered jaw absently, his eyes flickering from the stone floor to Talisha. His face seems to relax as he watches the woman he doesn't know.

Imanath> Imanath has more tricks to reveal just yet--she turns, curling her body as tightly as she can while letting out a whisper of a croon towards them, those /males/. Frantically almost--she plummets, straight down towards the water of the ice-cold lake shimmering blue below. Just as it appears the green is about to dive right into the waters--she arcs both wings out, catching translucent sails upon Telgar's currents--and she spirals up, up and /faster/ to leave them all behind as best she can.

Talisha flicks her gaze up sharply. dark brown hair shoved back from her face hurridly. Her eyes catch upon those daring to watch her--and the knife is twirled, it's silver blade glinting light, dull.

Imanath> Kazeth matches her swoop more shallowly - diving only half as high, the better to conserve energy, catch that elusive green flicker. A loud creel, mocking, challenging, wistful, and dark-splashed wings catch the moonlight to dip and rise in frantic, lustful rhythm.

Imanath> Xannarth bugles in dismay as he loses sight of the glittering green jewel and is forced to turn his unwieldy bulk, following the others until he can reorient himself. Halfway in his ascent he realizes he's lost sight of *her* again, and that now *she* soars ahead, high above. With a rabid determination he arrows upwards again and tries to close the distance that's been created.

Imanath> Yehlth does not chase in the dive. He's learned that the early ones are not really the green tiring. Instead, it might almost seem he's not chasing Imanath at all. But, no.. he's rising on a thermal he knows of above a certain clump of rock. Now, he soars easily, restfully about to the green's current path, hoarding his energy as he slowly falls towards her, saving it until he needs to strike the air to again resume his place in the chase, now with some height.

Imanath> Sidonth rumbles appreciatively, his swirling purple eyes following the green every measure of her acrobatics. Two conserative strokes of his huge wings push this eager bronze forth, jetting him to near the front and above the clump of bronze, brown blue dragons hoping to steal /his/ prize. No doubts are in Sidonth's mind; he will win to be in the glorious limbs of the alluring Imanath.

Imanath> This, this he wasn't ready for. Close in pursuit, Tavorth has to haul himself back quick sharply, when the green drops in an admittedly unexpected fashion. Still a few things to learn, it seems. Wings folding back, he dives right on after her, dropping faster, for his greater weight, and unfortunately having to pull up a little more sharply. One would swear they'd seen his wingtips break the surface of the lake, leaving little ripples in it's almost glassy surface. A cry, of displeasure, as he sees others above, and only her tail, and the young blue flaps all that much faster, to regain the lost distance.

Imanath> Kemonth doesn't dive right after her. Nope, not him. He watches from the distance that is between them. He watches her dive, his own flight path a fairly straight line. Then he watches her rise back up from that dive. Her quick pace that she is setting entices him to speed up also, passing a blue from Telgar. Silently he arrows upwards, a brown streak cutting the Telgar sky.

Imanath> Imanath seizes the winds to her best advantage--she climbs higher in her upward flight, gaining altitude far above the weyr below. She dares a glance back to those in chase, and lets out a challanging, teasing bugle before twisting once more, and darting in a smooth curve to swoop low beneath them, once again skimming dangerously close to the lake's cold waters. A flick of her wings, and a few drops scatter down from the shimmering green sails--but as she climbs it's visible--just--that she's loosing strength, indurance.

Imanath> Yehlth swoops after, this time, but shallower. Now, he's trying to rejoin the chase, to close the distance he put between himself and the others. He's got the height he needs. Now he needs the place. A warble drips out as he enjoys the feel of the air, then he reminds himself to be silent. Surprise. He will be the unseen and unexpected, and this time, he will win.

Imanath> O dangerous, desirous green who twists through the air just as she twists through Xannarth's desire. He's not as graceful as some of the other males, but his being is totally committed to the attainment of Imanath and to this end he quickens his pace, broad sweeps through the air making up for the awkwardness caused him with a change in direction.

Imanath> Kemonth eventually levels out, not flying /quite/ as high as Imanath. Quickly he seems to be closing the distance as the flight wears on and on. Eventually all dragons must tire and Kemonth begins to work on his position to be there to catch when Imanath grows even more tired. As he is working on this, up ahead she skims down near the water. Now she's lower than him. Which is fine, he moves his wings as fast as his own energy level allows him, drawing closer with every wing beat.

D'zel drops his head, watching the drop of the green hide towards water through his lifemate's eyes and is only barely aware of the gleaming knife.

Laidan catches herself humming. Really, she shouldn't be enjoying this so much.

Imanath> Kazeth wings not as quickly nor agilely as the taunting green, as he follows her yo-yo path again, yet he's sleek and smaller than many of the chasers, slipping through the pack with little difficulty. Not yet intimate with the currents of Telgar, though, he falters as a sudden updraft catches his 'sails- but with an angry roar resumes control. He -will- master the winds, the skies, the green thread of energy before him.

Imanath> Tavorth's strong, swift wingbeats carry him away from the lake, away from the ground, high up into the air behind Imanath as she rises. They even out, now, from his previous frantic strokes into longer, steadier flaps. And these are interspersed with moments where the dark blue sails are simply held out, to take advantage of the strong thermals below. Free from having to waste as many valuable beats on staying aloft, or climbing, his energy is spent in moving forward instead, ever closer to the object of his desire. Then again, as she sinks, he swoops down behind and above, confident to catch her if she rises again, or follow her back up without the earlier effort.

Imanath> Sidonth turns his massive, wedge-shaped head towards the teasing Imanath. A piercing, challenging croon travels from his throat, over the crisp autumn night over Telgar Weyr. Pumping his wings twice again, he speeds forth past the few browns and blues without a second glance. His nostrils flare at surrounding males he has yet to surpass. They /must not/ win; none of them deserve the rich, volumptous green. Dangerously, he starts to plow forth, trying to move past some of the older bronzes in his effort to obtain his only goal.

Slowly Schmitt's eyes close, lashes trembling on her cheeks, visions of scarlet-Talisha, moonlit Imanath mixing behind them. She hisses wordlessly.

Imanath> Imanath gains another surge of strength--she propels herself onwards, slicing her body up, through those chilling Telgar winds threatening to steer her of-course and into the wings of the males that seek to close themselves around her presence. Again she bugles--frustrated now--as she dips and curves, flowing across to one side to /twirl/ through the dark night air, tail lashing around in an intricate ballet behind her.

Mh'al simply smiles crookedly, his glazed eyes stuck on the face of the ever-beautiful Talisha though he's only just met her. The knife doesn't seem to deter his stare, either.

Imanath> Yehlth continues to track after the green. As the winds turn tricky, he spirals above the pack of others, navigating the winds to keep himself in his place. Watchful, whirling eyes peer down as this odd blue turns first storm-side, then snow-side towards the ground as he follows the path of the jewel Imanath.

Talisha stretches her neck back, bumping the back of her head against the rocky wall. She drags the tip of her blade across the stone floor--screech--just like her lifemates talons upon the bowl floor earlier. Now she doesn't even seem to notice the staring eyes, and with a frustrated curse--she suddenly flings the knife across the weyr, landing it smack-bang near the entrance.

Laidan twitches at the loud sounds, opening her eyes to see what happened. Her gaze tracks to the knife. At least it didn't hit anyone..

Imanath> Xannarth catches himself from watching the beautiful tail, green sliding through moonlight, too much and therefore only just keeps himself from totally losing track of Imanath's true path, as unpredictable as it is. He narrows his wings a bit in order to slice through the wings, not fight against them and he calls out to Imanath with sound of mournful lust that's blown away as soon as it's uttered.

Imanath> The tail, a glowing, weaving beacon of light the is the way to go. Follow the light. Such a glow wraps around Imanath's luminence body that Kemonth needs no other night. Headlessly he plunges into the night sky driven so by the desire that overwhelms him and threatens to burst at any moment if he is not relieved. A single sound of pure desire dares to escape him. Quickly now he dives and rolls as the more he flies the closer he shall get to such a sweet creature. Let no one stand, or fly, in his way. Telgar dragons watch out, A High Reaches dragon dares to fly your skies and take home your green. Or at least take her to her ledge.

Imanath> Here, Imanath, here pretty-pretty: muscles tire as the chase wears on, wings lose the sharp defining motions to blur in increasing weariness, and the look Kazeth fastens on the green's whipping tail pleads with it to slow down and stop causing him headaches. He lags behind into the middle of the pack suddenly, motions speaking of not-enough-blood, but still determined he flies on.

St'fen has made much sound or much movement since claiming his own section of wall. Now one hand moves up slowly to tug at his shirt collar. He seems to be getting flush now. Is it warm in here. Long ago he has shed his jacket, the object laying at his feet forgotten.

D'zel looks towards the knife and then closes his eyes to match the tightness of his fists, perhaps thinking will alone can count for something - or perhaps just not thinking at all.

Imanath> Damn, and he thought he had her! Just as Imanath pulls up, Tavorth makes a quick dart, expecting her to -stay- tired, and still be there. Hmph. Frustrated, he banks, spreading his wings so far that one might think them ready to tear, trying to steal just the slightest bit of additional speed from the air currents below. Knowing that she will fall soon, however, his own tiring blue wing beat in a last few moments of powerful flight. All of this, as he lets loose with a plaintive cry, the lovely green so very close, and yet so very far.

Schmitt's shoulders draw up sharply at the intrusion of sound, and she hunkers down into herself with a snarl. The twang-twang of the knife causes a reflexive shudder, and her fists clench hard.

Imanath> Sidonth rumbles deep in his huge, darkened bronze chest as he manages to move to the front of the pack with much effort. It's hard to tell how much energy this dragon has left, but it doesn't show in the sureness of his ascension towards the slowing, ravishing Imanath. His foreclaws open and close in the nearing anticipation, his wings half-furled at the burst of somewhat-unfamiliar thermals of Telgar. She slows now! He must be there to catch her when her strength is gone, his strength will replace her own.

Mh'al doesn't even watch as the knife flies by him and the others, his eyes are fixated on Talisha's adoringly. A smile present on his lips.

Imanath> Imanath steers to one side, wings flared to their full potentional--translucent sails all but shimmering in the moon's sleek lighting. She bugles defiently, the sound almost a roar of challenge as she seeks more power, more /strength/ to push her, propel her onward. Her head swings around, a stolen glance back to check on the progress of her would-be suitors, and Imanath whips her tail through the wind, blurring their images behind her as she stretches, cranes her neck as if that alone might give her the extra speed she needs to escape them.

Talisha jumps up now, the high-heels of her shoes click-clacking across stone floor as she paces blindly, eyes squeezed as tight shut as the fists at her sides.

Imanath> Yehlth sees the green hesitate, look back, and takes his moment. He dives into the forward path. Falling, falling to Imanath, that lovely creature right -there-, right before him. Reach, and he'll catch her! He opens his wings at the last moment and sweeps out his claws and his tail to grasp at the shining green before she can slip away. Right here, please, oh jewel of the sky.

Imanath> Xannarth can't see the bewitching green as much as sense her and so he presses forward in blind aspirations, neck and tail stretched instinctively to find that which they have never known before. He makes another noise of mournful desire and kicks a back leg out as another male jostles against him.

Imanath> Kazeth soars with weary grace on the winds of a thermal, catching a moment of rest before scrabbling wingbeats hard, fast, merciless against the sky, the clouds: a blue passed, a brown swept by, darting through a window of wings to pass a cluster, and there. There she is, ahead, a clear path shown and with wily wingtricks the streaked blue encroaches upon her territory, intent upon her.

Imanath> Silence falls over the quickly tiring High Reaches brown. Indurance he has yes, but he has put a lot into chaseing this beautiful Telgar green. Slowly he draws from reserves, useing energy he didn't know he had. And yes, the passion is still ignited deep inside him, another source to draw from. Kemonth makes no sound as he zips himself past a blue who has strained himself too much to continue. And still no bugle of trimuph escapes his throat. He saves all for this last ditch effort. For he can see the green tires. Now all his angling and positioning is about to pay off. Or will it. Sharply he angles downward, coming from above and slightly to her left. He stretches way out, angling to intercept her path and wind his neck about hers. To claim her and to be with her! Imanath! His heart calls out so loudly that surely she must hear him!

Imanath> Well, if she won't come to him, he'll just go to her. Tavorth rises just a little higher, until he finds that the winds will only hold him back, and angles his wings to break free of their restrictive currents. With every ounce of energy the storm-streaked blue can muster, he slashes his great blue sails back through the air, launching into a powerful lunge with wings folded slightly, so that he might resemble more some raptor, some avian predator, descending upon it's prey. And his prey, oh how she drives him on, a keen of want echoing behind the blue as he seeks to claim her.

Imanath> Sidonth roars defiantly at the surrounding male dragons, snapping his razor-sharp teeth at one bronze closing into too fast next to him. In a sudden movement, he extends his wings, sailing up on a strong thermal with some caution. The bronze bursts forward with arching flaps of his midnight wings, caring him down to /her/. He is the darkness this night, closing in on the vulnerable green light that has caught his eyes and affection. His foreclaws readied, his tail curling with nervous energy. Sidonth is waiting; to protect her from the others and warm her against the autumn brisk of the Telgar evening.

Schmitt hisses another long-drawn breath, and peels open lusty eyes to fasten on Talisha.

Imanath> Imanath tries to escape--frantic now that she's surrounded practically on all sides. She swoops, curls, and in a last attempt at escape---plunges herself towards the shimmering blue water of the lake so close below, seeking to have it swallow up her /burning/ green form. Her wingtip catches upon a brown about to catch--and he shocks her right off her trail--wings flaring as she lets out a low hiss, and goes flailing straight into Tavorth, twining, linking herself with the young fort blue.

Imanath> Kemonth pulls up quickly, hissing in frustration.

Imanath> Kazeth snarls his sudden distress as he wings up abruptly, whirling to the side.

St'fen stands stiffly in the last moments of the flight. As Imanath goes into the grasps of another he snatches at his jacket and storms out.

Imanath> Xannarth finds himself trying to grip on to another bronze and in his distress and embarrassment heads towards the ground.

Imanath> Yehlth creels in distress and sinks like a stone, falling away from teh captured green. His wings spread forlornly to carry him away.

Schmitt moans unhappily and pushes herself up to flop out the door.

Laidan gets fully alert and rushes outside.

Mh'al chuckles dryly, scooping up his riding gear as he ambles out after the crowd.

Imanath> And Tavorth is more than happy to reciprocate. Almost surprised, to find the green falling back into -him-, who'd have ever thought, he's quick enough to compose himself, and quickly encircle her with wings and tail, painting a lovely scene of dark blue on green. Happiness. And off they tumble, the slightly larger dragon using the last of his energy to guide them both to land.

< And then we FTB. >