Log file from Fiora. 22/08/99 11:25:22 (*) From Below, Lienth disappears into Between. Between Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... Sky High in the Bowl, High Reaches Weyr (*) From Below, Lienth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! (*) From Below, On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Blue Lienth of Fort Weyr. (*) From Below, Lienth bugles in reply to Ulanoth, circling calmly down towards the ground. You glide downward in the bowl, towards the west wall. You glide to a swift landing on the ground. (*) From Below, Eilonth rumbles and turns on the Newest Arrival, screeeching in the most horrifying way as she skids past him and takes flight for the feeding grounds (*) From Below, In the sky directly above, Eilonth leaps into the sky from the ground below. (*) From Below, In the sky directly above, Eilonth turns, flying east. (*) From Below, Lienth rumbles pleasently to the male dragons around, paying slightly more attention towards Eilonth...giving her an even cuter warble. His rider doesn't notice a thing - as per usual - and undoes her straps, dismounting calmly. (*) You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. (*) Above the bowl, to the east, Eilonth swoops down to a landing on in the feeding grounds. [The Males up and follow Eilonth] Lienth> Dzurath rumbles as he follows after the glowing green. Fiora has no more than dismounted, and then huh? Whoa. That wasn't supposed to happen. She looks around, confused, and then sighs, heading for the living caverns. You wander through the archway, into the lower caverns. You stride through the archway, into the living cavern. Dragon> Flight sense that Kemonth joins the channel. << I may be a bit slow, i'm cleaning and stuff. >> "Did you know that a green just started blooding?" announces Fiora as she strides in, looking slightly less than happy. "That was...not what I was here for." Bit late now. Sherazade tenses..her body seeming in horrific pain for one terrifying moment...she then grabs the table before her, claws digging in. "I want it now.." she hisses... looking over the food table...not seeing the blood she and Eilonth crave. Lienth> Tezcath follows slowly, almost langorously as the shadows of the many dragons in flight sweep quietly over the feeding grounds. Just faint differences between dark brown and an even darker color caused by the faint lights of the moons rising gently overhead. Lienth> Eilonth screams viciously...slashing at a herdbeast and knocking the hapless creature senseless against an older bronze. Pure Evil seems to have enveloped the normally docile green as she sinks her fangs into the mangled flesh. Lienth> Lienth may not be of 'reaches blood, nor has he spent so long here, but these feeding ground nevertheless have fed him more than once, and he seems to be at home. He peruses them, from the air, tail swishing against his hindlegs as his wings carry him aloft - parallel to the grounds themselves - circling, before finaly diving towards the ground. Crash. You didn't see that. You didn't see him bang his head on the ground. Honest. At least he came up with a rather juicy looking buck, dead with a single flick of a copper hued talon. Lowering himself to the ground, Lienth proceeds to attack savagely the deseased buck, letting the blood drip down maw, down gullet, down neck. In fact, it drips everywhere. Funnily enough, the beast don't look so great anymore, and Lienth chucks it away - and it hits the fence, rebounds, and then collapses into a heap of bone and skin and flesh - and turns away. St'fen stops, fully in the cavern, eyes still on Zadi when suddenly his brown launches up to land in the feeding grounds. Blinking, he stammers. "Blooding...now. Ah shards." Lienth> Dzurath gives a loud bugle as he grabs hold of a herdbeast and starts draining it of it's crimson fluids, flipping the still kicking body about before tossing it aside with a negligent flick of his maw. Lienth> Kemonth lands with a roar of challange to any beast that gets in his way. The lust for blood suddenly overwhelming as he pounces his first poor victim. Taken to the ground, Kemonth takes no care for pleasantries while ripping open the throat and endulging in the warm, energy giveing blood. Dragon> Flight sense that Eilonth waves Okie boys...One pose per Eilonths...One pose per zadi's when we get in the guest weyr..(someone will have to tell me how to get there..I always forget..) and uh...guest weyr ic..flight ooc...pro poses to Eil welcome..forgive if they are not answered in spam...cool deal? Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth cool beanses. Dragon> Kemonth bespoke Flight with << Sounds coolioes to me. >> Sherazade turns and looks at T'nel, a moment of panic in her eyes. "Oh Shards..this is like being drunk on a bad wine. " she holds her head as Eilonth's screams of pure power trip echo in her head. She looks around at the male riders...and it is almost visible as the dragon mind and rider become one. She grabs at an old Bronzer's shirt and looks him in the eye. "Don't even think about it..." she growls...but the man doesn't listen. he too is in the lust thrall Dragon> Dzurath bespoke Flight with << Sounds good to me :) >> Lienth> Eilonth turns and makes a lunge at Kemoth...as if to blood him for her pleasure.. Lienth> As the shadows sweep across the herds, yet another falls upon the beasts..Tezcath's brown body has lost all color with the fading of the sun. Instead now he blankets out whole swaths of vision. A quiet intensity, hardened with the blood red lust of the moment, overcomes his form. With a quick lashing of claws out another of the beasts is grabbed and put to the ground. From the forge his claws were formed with but one thought in mine. Their lethal work. The quivering herdbeast is slashed from throat to groin, spilling crimson tinged innards out on the cool sands of the grounds. Burying his muzzle among the tender flesh, he breathes in deeply...The heady scent which will carry him upwards after his past..present..and future mate.. The time is now..And nothing will be held back. Lienth> Initial, savage hunger sated, Lienth is ready to have more fun with his kills - the killing machine that he is - and so he playfully grabs the tail of his chosen beast, talon sticking its way through the skin, and begins to swing it in the air somewhat. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy for the beast that somehow seems to still be alive, until the talon-hold breaks, and the beast is flung through the air, hitting a gatepost, getting conked out, and falls to the ground with a crash of bone and skin and flesh, and the bubbling blood. No! The blood cannot escape. Must not escape. Will not escape! Within an instant, Lienth is on top of the beast - no doubt crushing it even more than it already is - and when he leaves it is simply a pile of bones, a pile of skin, and a pile of flesh. A mutilated mess. No one ever said Lienth was tidy, did they? Lienth> Dzurath snaps up a wherry and quickly reduces the once strong beast to nothing but a husk. With a snarl he tosses it aside, crimson dripping from his jaws and down his neck. Fiora collapses into a chair, somehow her eyes finding Sherazade's, and resting there, simply stopping. Hands grip the table, and her lip curls slightly, but she doesn't say a word. Lienth> Kemonth looks up from his feast, the drained beast at his feet , just in time to see a lungeing green. He hisses, jumping to his side to just barely avoid any talons that might be aimed for him. As soon as his balance is regained he jumpes and soars over to another, safer spot. Where he can keep an eye on Elionth. At the same time though he lunges out to grab yet another kill. The lust for blood too strong to be stopped by her. S'rist was going to go get some klah, but he just stands there a few feet from the pot looking over at the greenrider now, klah and dry throat completely forgotten. St'fen is nearly locked in with Kemonth as he stans in the middle of the cavern, But automatically he looks towards Eli....Zadi and sidesteps to his left, hissing towards her. "Can't distract me!" he claims. "I need that blood!" Sherazade shoves the old bronzer out of her way and eyes every rider in the room, "The body is nothing..You will never posses the heart." she narrows her eyes and grabs the wineskin again. "Bunch of lousy...." and the seacrafter talk resumes...Boy...she has a very colorful vocabulary... who knew you could combine swearwords quite so....eloquently to describe someone. She looks at S'rist and in a sudden change of character... tries to pull him close and kiss him soundly. S'rist comes out of his dazed staring at the sudden motion towards him, he quite willingly kisses Sherazade back, hands almost reaching up to grab hold of her. Lienth> Eilonth hisses at the cowardly Kemoth..at least that is how her demented mind sees him.. so cold and heartless this wicked green. She slashes at a wherry on the nest..killing the protective mother and tearing her open..sucking the life directly from her heart. Dragon> Flight sense that Eilonth sorries and is spammed...Just have fun and enjoy ya'll forgive me if I slip a pose in before you get yours there. Lienth> Tezcath settles over his prized meal. The soft hiss of breath through his nostrils is distinctly heard as he tears the lifeless beast apart, drawing from it the fuel for his blood red desire, passion, and lust. But it is not enough. To fly far enough it will take much more, so much more. With his tail he lashes out, pinning a startled wherry to a ground with a squeel. It is so much more than a squeel of surprise as the passion driven brown turns around, seeking with his dripping maw the succulent blood which will allow his massive body to keep up with the much smaller, but equally skilled Eilonth. The bloody jaws descend once again, draining the poor creature of its life-blood to sooth the fires burning in his soul and heart. The dark crimson stains float downhill, a faint steam rising from the heated remains of the lifeless. Lienth> Dzurath gives a loud hiss at a blue that gets too close, then he looks over at the green, watching her and not going after another herdbeast, not wanting to be too heavy. T'risch walks in from the tunnel to the bowl. T'risch has arrived. Lienth> Kemonth hisses again, this time out of annoyance. He seems to able to tell that she thinks of him as cowardly. To help improve his image to her, he jumps up. Picking out yet another vicitm to crush, he lands on the back of a young stud buck. The **crack** of his back revibrates through out. The slash is made quickly, his muzzle lowered to drink. Lienth> Above the bowl, to the west, Dahlth springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> Above the bowl, to the west, Dahlth wings down and lands lightly on Dahlth's ledge, low on the southern bowl wall. Lienth> Eilonth turns and watches Tezcath...the sight of the blood on his maw and all over the ground driving her to feed as if in a frenzy...the wherry under her claws becoming nothing but feathers. She screeches and tosses her head back...sounding her defiance to the sky! is she not the long winged midnight green night dragon of the Reaches! None can touch her...she is the absolute!(a little stuck on herself...isn't she?) Lienth> Copper hued talons suddenly poke out the front of a poor herdbeast, and it falls forward, never knowing what hit it. Which, of course, was Lienth. Surprised that his talons could get so far, he swings the beast a moment, before dripping it to lower his muzzle towards the bubbling blood, drinking deeply into the beast with great gusto. Mmmm, blood. The mineral edged crimson life-blood stains his tortured metal blue head, and drips down his neck, although it matches perfectly the color of the hide, and the glowing, whirling, violet eyes. Eilonth. He looks at her, and lets out a bugle, tossing the beast over to join his others. Lienth> Kemonth tosses aside his latest kill carelessly, finished with it. He raises back on his haunches, asnwering the defiant grteen with a raor of defiance of his own. He thinks himself as quite capable of catching Elionth and is quite willing to proof it in these skies above High Reaches. Sherazade moans. "I gotta get out of here. " she dientangles herself from the bronzerider she so readily kissed a moment ago. "Damn you S'rist." she eyes him..looking betrayed. She moves over to the woman she doesn't know thinking she will be safer..uhhuh..."Help me..I gotta get to the weyr.." she murmurs, looking a little confused in the surroundings of her home. Her eyes don't even meet any of the others...Her rage of emotions humilating her. From afar, Sherazade smiles..You are the woman;) Lienth> Tezcath turns about, eyes ever searching the grounds for a quick easy kill to soothe his burning hunger without too much effort. But as his fiery-red eyes flick over the grounds another form catches his multi-faceted eyes. The glowing form of the ever-precious green standing over her kill is enough to stop the insatiable hunger within his body. As her body springs from the ground another insatiable need fills his wings. With a quick downsweeping of dark shadows Tezcath rises above the herds running rampant below. Rising into the sky he allows himself a quick bugle of delight and hunger as the air sweeps past his tail, whipping out behind him as he climbs into the night skies. It seems such a simple task. Catch the fleeing green. He has done it before and will do it again. Maybe tonight. Maybe not. The thrill of the chase surges through him and he is off.. S'rist just stands there looking after Sherazade, if that isnt' a confused look on his face, then he's incapable of making one. Lienth> Tezcath leaps into the sky. Lienth> Tezcath has left. Lienth> Dzurath launches into the sky. Lienth> Dzurath has left. T'nel meanders outside to the bowl. T'nel has left. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Dzurath wings down to a quick landing on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Dzurath has arrived. St'fen watches Zadi with hungry, wanting eyes. Shakeing his head, he tries to clear it. He trys to keep straight what is happening in here and what Kemonth is doing. He gaines some controll. "Guest, weyr..." yeah, that;'s it. He heads out towards the bowl. St'fen strolls outside to the bowl. St'fen has left. Sherazade strides outside to the bowl. Sherazade has left. You paged Sherazade with 'oops, missed your page.'. You walk outside to the bowl. Sherazade walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Sherazade has left. You go up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. St'fen walks up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. St'fen has arrived. Lienth> Dzurath jumps for a moment to the air as he stretches his wings, getting ready to chase after that beautiful green. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Tezcath backwings to a neat landing on the ground. Lienth> In the bowl, Tezcath flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. Lienth> Tezcath has arrived. Sherazade stumbles in...gripping the wall. The woman gets nearly undressed by her sultry green eyes drinking her in..her every curve and form Lienth> Tezcath OOC uhm..ignore that pose for now St'fen stumbles a bit over his own two feet, following the other riders into the weyr. He looks around curiously. So this is what it looks like in here. He steps to the right of the door, heading towards the back. Leaning back against the wall, he keeps his hungry gaze on Sherzade S'rist strides in with vacant eyes behind Sherazade, following because he knows he can't let his eyes leave the greenrider now, as much as his dragon has Eilonth in his. Lienth> Tezcath continues to lash out at everything that moves, bringing down another slower than average herdbeast and bending eagerly to suckle from the ample supply of blood spilled upon the ground with a cruel ease.. Lienth> Eilonth lolls her head back and forth...as if confused...something she wants...something she needs...her eyes whirl in lust driven confusion as she strikes out at anything that comes to close...then she knows..her need deep and aching in her. She needs FLIGHT!!! Fiora shoves her back against the wall, looking on at Sherazade, not wanting to, but being compulsed to do so. Sherazade's look at her is greeted with warm longing, her amber eyes looking up into those green eyes, wanting, needing, doing almost the same undressing. Lienth> Eilonth rises up into the sky. Lienth> Eilonth has left. Lienth> You spring powerfully into the sky. Lienth> Tezcath has arrived. Lienth> Eilonth rises up in the bowl sky. Lienth> Eilonth has left. Lienth> Kemonth has arrived. Lienth> Tezcath rises up in the bowl sky. Lienth> Tezcath has left. Lienth> You rise higher in the sky. Lienth> Dzurath has arrived. T'nel comes up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. T'nel has arrived. Lienth> Dzurath gives a bugle as he rises after the glowing streak of green, fighting to keep his air amongst all the smaller and quicker dragons that are around him in the thick of the chasing dragons. Lienth> Some say lust, it is river, that drowns the tender reed. Some say lust, it is a razer, that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say lust, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. But Lienth says lust, it is a flower, and Eilenth its only seed. And so he flies, raises himself high into the air and flies, chasing, loving, wanting. At first, his wingsails move slowly, filling, emptying, then filling again. But as he moves, they move faster, gathering momentum, gather speed, one-a-second-, two-a-second, hot cross buns. No, its hot, blazing lust. His eyes whirl: fast, faster, fastest, their glowing purple beautiful against the moonlit metalic of his hide. Outstretched to their fullest, those wingsails carry him onwards. To victory? Who knows. Dragon> Flight sense that Tezcath hrms.. Lienth> Eilonth streaks towards the stars...her body a shing beacon for those who follow...up and higher! The strong long near black wings beat...the crack of sinew and muscle straining to reach the doubled moons. Dragon> Flight sense that Eilonth snugs..ok..there is my first flight pose..you all go..and then I'll respond...lets just let it flow as it does in the gw Sherazade turns to Fiora. "You are so beautiful. " she murmurs..But I don't like Blues..how is it you move so exquisitely?" her voice betrays a genuine confusion at the attraction..her mind mixing the rider and dragon. Lienth> Dzurath sweeps his powerful wings in strong strokes as he soars up after the streaking green, powering his way into the sky in a tight line following that beacon wherever it may go. Fiora's amber eyes shut for a moment, and then she opens them again, licking her lips before she speaks, her words slightly tortured, "Not as beautiful as you, Eilonth. I'm sure you'd like blues, if you gave them a chance." Pause, and then, "Need." Simple need. Lienth> Below you, to the east, The flight has begun. As quickly as he can, Kemonth's dark form is u p and in the sky. Lust and desire overflowing so much it controls his actions. Wind fills his wings to lift him higher in the now very familar Reaches skies. It's his home, his safe haven. He easily manuvers past an out of weyr dragon, heading straight for Elionth. Lienth> Tezcath streaks higher in the gentle waters of the sky, dabbled by the faint light of stars surrounding them. But like the north star to the sailors of old, the emerald star rising above so quickly is the guide that shall lead the rest of them higher to their gold. The wing-sails that will carry the passion-crazed dragon through the air, fill with the night air's gentle winds, so comforting. But the mind does not linger on these thoughts for long. Eilonth's graceful form is enough to forget the comfort caused by the lifting of the winds. Instead he'll do some lifting of his own. Brown wings streak the air, stroking it and pulling him even higher towards the higher goal. The blood flowing through his veins matches the lust in his eyes..fiery red and scalding hot. St'fen shudders slightly, seeing flashes of what Kem sees in the air and then whatever is going on around him. "Higher, higher." he urges. S'rist moves over to a wall and leans against it, eyes watching Zadi closely, lips closed tight as he drinks in every little motion she makes. T'nel remains silent, stepping back into the shadows of the room. Dark eyes glitter with the gentle light of the glowbaskets reflected in their murky depths.. "The stars..they are so bright.." Dragon> Eilonth bespoke Lienth with << taunts you playfully..though the attraction to you is evident even as she teases...<> >> Lienth> Eilonth senses that Lienth's thoughts are full of brilliant blue flame, weaving through your own brilliant greens, touching gently, probing softly, sweeping throughout <> Sherazade turns, hearing T'nels voice..moving over to him, but not touching, him..her green eyes darting all around the room. "Higher Eil!" she cries in fright. "Go higher!" She backs up against the wall, erh head spinning so that she fears falling..even as her hands begins to slide over her form.. the need growing. St'fen's breathing picks up it's pace, his hands tugging at his jacket. Seemingly haveing forgotten how to undo the snaps holding it closed. "Warm...so warm." he mutters thickly. Kemonth's desire washes over him like waves cresting at the beach. Lienth> Eilonth banks a sharp left, heading for the spires...her favorite way to rid herself of the bigger males. She is dropping like a stone now..shooting past those who were streaking after her. Up...then down..forget the stars...Her eyes now on the jagged peaks of her home..the need to test her limits surging throu her...her strength great..her need for speed and recklessness driving her to try dangerous..reckless manuvers...spinning down in freefall, then pulling out just in time to outmanuver Th'rashes Blue Rageth, one of her dispised blues..she's never been nice to that one. S'rist pulls off his riding jacket, letting it drop down onto the ground as he almost gasps with his dragons sudden turn. Lienth> With a flash of a memory so many turns back, Tezcath's frantic pumping of wings slowly settles into an easier, but in no way shape or form less relaxed. He seems not to worry that he has dropped to the back of the back, allowing bronze, brown, and blue forms to ease ahead of him. Like the long-distance marathon runners talked of only in long forgotten fairy tales, the goal has been set. The goal will be reached. It is just a matter of time. These thoughts fall quickly into place in the fiery haze of his mind, not calming the storm. But instead they focus the storm on the goal. As the distant maneuver is spotted he seaks an updraft and soars higher, away from the pack..dissapearing into the night sky. Lienth> Oftentimes Lienth has been described as an orchestra: the many sounds of his flying filling the skies with a music strange, and yet lovely. The constant swishing of his tail is the strings, along with the sound of the wind through his wings, while the constant deep croon from his mouth that raises and lowers its octave can be nothing but a reed instrument - a flute, perhaps - against the steady percussion of his wings. But the percussion is no hard sound, instead a lilting melody, strange, and yet wonderful, the steady beat repeating over and over the same sound, as if it were sung: Ei-lonth Ei-lonth Ei-lonth. And so, this orchestra of a blue, pushes himself through the skies, that gentle music accompanying him on his quest for something far more beautiful, and far more needed, muscles tensing on their way to that goal. As Eilonth raises higher, he follows, his smaller size letting him move faster, and faster, and faster, but still not fast enough. As she falls, he follows once more, reaching down, out of the way of his competitors, but reaching on, and on, and on. Lienth> Dzurath joins in the recklessness, diving after the green towards the tight spires, streeking in pursuit of that green flash, not worrying about how his larger frame is going to manouver through the tight places yet. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Kemonth seemingly pauses to study Eilonth's manuver in the sky. He watches from his distance away as she moves downwards. He makes a snap desicion, folding his wings and shooting downwards, his angle head right towards her. Lienth> Eilonth roars with rage at the burning in her being she cannot quench..even with Flight..It makes her angry, and her flight shows it..claws deliberately scrapping the rocks..sending showers of stone down on a brown who tries to come up from below...She tears past one of the spires, her back only a hair's length away from the craggy surface...Shard that Blue Lienth! She can't seem to Ditch him...and that Kemoth...where is he?? her mind asks..the bronze she worries not about..he is easy to evade...but Tez... where is her ledgemate? A million questions..Only one answer...FLIGHT! Sherazade pants softly...her chest heaving with the ache that grows.."Oh Faranth..she moans..her eyes drinking in St'fen..seeming so far away across the room. Lienth> Dzurath gives a loud bugle as he has to swever through a different gap in the spires, having to take a wider one. His wings strain as he makes the hard turns to keep behind the flash of green that is Eilonth, but he manages it, his wings holding strong under the test. Lienth> Tezcath is but a splotch of darkness streaking across the starlit sky of the night. He watches, ever patient, just slightly above the rest, knowing that she must rise once more. Why dilly dally about down there? For in the hearts of dragons they must rise. As others dive he just continues on his course, ever faithful that she will again soar upwards following the path of so many before her. Upon this solitary fact he bases his every hope and desire. Wings slice through the night air, noiseless and free. If not for the burning of passion the beauty of the scene would seem to overwhelm many a mere mortal. But the hazy red cloud has focused his attention on only one thing. The gem of his heart. The tension builds as does the browns pulse, feeding the warmth of pure energy to the beating of the wings..He will send himself to the very edge of between if only he may bring Eilonth back.. Lienth> No, she can't ditch Blue Lienth. He flies onwards, fast as he can, past those spires, past those peaks. Being small, he can almost everywhere She does, follow her almost exact moves. He is practiced at this, streamlining himself, swimming through the air like a powerful swimmer does through water. Wingbeats hasten even yet, his head and beck stretched forward while his tail stops its neverending wagging for ocne, and simply stretches out, reaching hindhim to try and keep it out of his way. Wings are the only thing that don't keep tight to his body, in fact, stretching out to their fullest metalic blue length, to try and catch more thermals, more winds, to get fast, faster, fastest, and close, closer, closest. Oh, crooooon! Will she let him get close enough? Will she? CHASE, Lienth, CHASE! Lienth> Eilonth streaks towards the lake...skimming the surface..okay..she doesn't skim..she nearly crashes into the fardling thing...her flying more erratic and wild as she tires. Her wings hurt..but the ache grows...the need. The flight won't quench it! She screams in rage and tries to head for the stars once more..higher..cooler air may ease the burn... Lienth> Below you, to the east, Kemonth mauververs easily around a blue who is slowed up. Riseing up, then back down he should be able to keep his dating form from Eilonth's sight. If only he could gain more ground. His giant brown wings beat at the sky, demanding more speed. He must get closer! Lienth> Dzurath keeps after Eilonth with his strong wings serving him well now as she flys straight, able to chase after and then rise up to try to catch closer to the shining tail his eyes never leave. Sherazade lets out a sob of need and desire..one hand clenched in a fist against her stomach..her tears trailing her cheeks. "Go baby...Fly Higher love!" she turns and stumbles towards the entrance..her eyes seeking the green with whom her heart flies above. Three other streaks are heading for her...the tiring aching green. Lienth> Eilonth senses that Lienth's blues are even more eratic now - a mixture of beautiful azure and then sharp metalic cobalt, and silver - touching gently, without a word. Only an image: those colors of his and your forest greens winding together like a strand of DNA towards infinity, and even beyond. Together. <> St'fen matches Zadi's gaze, his own eyes looking the greenrider completly over. It's almost as if he's never met such a beautifull women before. Such a pretty pair they would make. He's sure of it. "Caught." his voice breaks. "She'll be caught." Lienth> Freedom! Reaching through the sky, wings outstretched, wingsails overworking, to chase is the ultimate freedom for a male. But for a female? Even Lienth can see how much more it must be for a female. A beautiful green. Eilonth. As he streaks through the sky, at his greatest moment of emancipation, she surely must be even more so emancipated. His tail does a little wag, and then stops, as he tries to control himself, to keep himself going, moving fast, faster, fastest, so that he might reach toward her, hold her, twine his neck with her. His neck stretches out, as far as it can, as if in doing that he could possibly, maybe, almost touch her, feel her for just a moment, even if he can get no closer than that. Eilonth! She tires, yes, and so does he, a little bit, but he will carry her home, if she needs it, he will hold her close. Worry not, fair Eilonth! Lienth is here. Dragon> Eilonth bespoke Flight with << hugs....This is going to be an impossible choice..You are all so great! Anyone want a Dragon Orgy? JUST KIDDING!!! OKie folks...Last pose...I got to chose somebody....sigh. and grins...Thank you so much for coming...all of you. >> S'rist pushes away from the wall, taking a step closer towards Sherazade, "Can't flee us forever..." Dragon> Flight sense that Dzurath grins << Great flight folks :) >> Fiora's shuddering has ceased, and she simply sits there, watching Sherazade with wandering eyes that sweep up and down the greenrider's form. Dry lips are wet again, licking across the surface which can do no good, but harm, drying them further. Her legs are pulled up to her chest, and she holds them tight, caressing her knees as if they were Sherazade. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth nodnods, was great! Dragon> Kemonth bespoke Flight with << This has been fun ( if a bit spammy ) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth sorries for her spam. I always spam. Can't help it :) Lienth> Throughout his entire being the thought screams! IT IS TIME! With just a faint movement of his wings in a different direction Tezcath begins a descent, ever raising for the shimmering form gone faint against the background of stars. The speed builds with intensity unlike anything experienced before outside of the flight. Wings slowly tuck under, diving with reckless abandon towards the faint green gem of Eilonth. A collision course is set, all controls are locked. Bombs away! The brown streak literally falls through the sky towards the jagged mountains below..If only..It must be! The blood running through his veins threatens to boil over.. Dragon> Flight sense that Tezcath grins << Great Flight..despite the shaky start (for me at least) ;) >> T'nel stands silently, watching with tense body and intense eyes. Lienth> Eilonth gives one more pull with the mighty wings. Never has a green been so disproportioned and made it work. She cries out as a dragon pulls closer..slamming into her with force and wrapping his tail about her.. she never saw him coming.. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Through out this flight, Kemonth has relied on his strength and stamina to help him outlast the others. He has been useing his knowledge of the air currents to pass any out of weyr dragons that have the gall to attempt to chase one of his green dragons. His ego is large enough, only he can catch her! Brown and green forever to soard across the sky, showing off to everyone else. Showing them what could have been. This stradegy so far has paid off. He is still up there, chaseing aftger the green dream named Eilonth. As time draws on it is plain to see she tires. He pulls closer, reaching.......does he win? From afar, to Fiora, S'rist, St'fen, and T'nel, Sherazade groans..this choice is impossible..I keep chosing and erasing...I think I've picked all of you...gees..You are all great...please don't be mad..i have to pick one. Lienth> Dzurath gives a bugle as he flies in strongly towards the slowing green, diving in to make one try to tangle with her before she turns tightly and might avoid him. His eyes are only on her, ignoring all the others that he might so easily collide with before he reaches his target. St'fen pages to Fiora, S'rist, Sherazade, and T'nel: Only one could win, how could we be angry. :) I've had fun, that's what counts@! Long distance to S'rist, Sherazade, St'fen, and T'nel: Fiora nodnods. I've had a ball Lienth> Tezcath lets his wings stretch out, catching the gentle caress of the night air with a loud SNAP! He reaches out as the speed slowly..but surely not quickly enough bleeds off. Is it her he catches in his clasp? Is it her green form? Sherazade Stumbles...slammed into by a force she can't even see. She cries out and reaches for someone's arm instinctly. Her wild green eyes look up..into the eyes of T'nel. T'nel pages to Fiora, S'rist, Sherazade, and St'fen: One of the better flights I've been in.. Lienth> Eilonth is entwine before she realizes it..in the grasp of Tezcath Long distance to S'rist, Sherazade, St'fen, and T'nel: Fiora nodnods, me too. Congrats! Fiora lets out a cry, and runs from the room. Out, away, gone. You walk down the stone steps into the floor of the bowl. St'fen walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. St'fen has arrived. From afar, Sherazade snugs..Hon, thank you so much for coming...One of these days I have got to let a blue win..just to mess with eil's mind...please come back next time I fly Lienth> Below you, to the east, Kemonth screams his angwr as he misses. He was SO close! Closeing his wings, he darts down to the ground, seeking condolence. Lienth> Lienth lets out a bugle of pain, and then turns, tail swinging once more, heading for the ground. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Kemonth backwings to a neat landing on the ground. Long distance to Sherazade: Fiora grins, I'll be there if I can :) Lienth> You spiral downward in the bowl, towards the west wall. Lienth> You swoop down to a landing on the ground. You climb up Lienth's kindly offered foreleg to vault up between his beautiful azure neckridges, and perch there, giving him a loving pat as you do so.