Log file from Fiora. 21/08/99 12:02:29 __ Editors Note: A great flight, with great posing, just have to say that it was decided beforehand, through a point system, which meant I didn't have a chance because of lots of reasons including the fact that I have a shonky Time Zone... __ (*) From Below, Lienth disappears into Between. Between Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... Sky High in the Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Obvious exits: Lower Western Sky Lower Eastern Sky Star Stones Up (*) 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 does his customary bugle in return to Ulanoth, winging his way around the skies a little bit, before gliding lower into the bowl. You glide downward in the bowl, towards the west wall. You bank and land neatly on the ground. Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#880RJs) Contents: Pryth(#282Jaeps) Mauroth Dzurath Zuzith Anaryth Cator's Reflector altazimuth Farviewer Obvious exits: LIving Cavern Lower Caverns Hatching Grounds Ground Level Guest Weyrs Eastern Bowl Floor (*) From Below, Mauroth glances up curiously, and snorts, turning her attention to one delicate-seeming foreleg's talons, like a hold lady examining her nails. (*) From Below, Lienth warbles sweetly to Mauroth, offering a more hearty bugle to Pryth and the other dragons, while his rider unstraps and slips to the ground, making a face at nothing in particular. You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. You meander through the archway, into the living cavern. Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#1000RJs) Contents: Sonya X'dren Jemah Hatching pots Firelizard Perch(#5030Jae$) Obvious exits: Kitchen Bowl Lower Caverns Lienth> Mauroth eyes Lienth a long moment... just as she had Pryth... Sonya stops. Hey, isn't that someone she knows.... yeah. She grins. This trip may not be too useless after all. "Ista's duties." she says as a greeting to the greenrider. Lienth> High in the bowl, Nisanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! Lienth> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Brown Nisanth of Igen Weyr. Lienth> High in the bowl, Nisanth spirals downward in the bowl, towards the western wall. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Nisanth swoops down to a landing on the ground. Lienth> Nisanth has arrived. X'dren mutters something under his breath, and turns--then blinks at Sonya a long moment, frowning slightly. It takes him a moment to get his brain moving, it seems... "Hm? Ah... 'Reaches duties back... Do I know you?" Lienth> Catalina slides down Nisanth's shoulder and foreleg. Lienth> Catalina has arrived. Lienth> Nisanth watches Catalina as she slides down his neck and shoulder, warbling softly at her when she's safely on the ground. Lienth> Catalina meanders into the tunnel to the living cavern. Lienth> Catalina has left. Catalina strides in from the tunnel to the bowl. Catalina has arrived. Riding helmet, jacket and the rest are shucked of gingerly as Fiora strides into the Living cavern, cursing under her breath. "You're here now, Lienth. Happy? You've got your colder weather and your whatever lse you wanted. Now just let me find something to do while you enjoy yourself." She's talking out loud to her lifemate again. Silly. "Fort's Duties to High Reaches," announces she as her second riding glove is pulled of gingerly, "Evening...er, Greenrider-whose-name-I-should-know- and-don't. And everyone else that I don't know at all." Lienth> Lienth warbles again, looking directly towards Mauroth, his eyes whirling slightly faster, with a tinge of purple added in their blue green shades. His wings stretch out for a moment, and then relax as he leans back calmly. Watching, always watching. Sonya meets the frown with a small smile of her own. "Not really. We talked, over at Ista the other day. I'm here with a healer for a candlemark or so. I saw you over here so I thought I would say hi." she turns at the duty and waves a hand. "And Ista's duty to Fort." Cheerful whistling preceeds Catalina's arrival by a few seconds, and she glides into the living cavern with a bright smile to match. "And Igen's too," she calls out, right after Sonya. Lienth> Mauroth senses that Lienth's menagerie of brilliant blues offer a greating towards you, entering your mind for a moment <> Lienth> Zuzith moves off toward one of the bowl walls. She doesn't want to be in the way.... Lienth> N'tan climbs down Zuzith's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Lienth> N'tan has arrived. Lienth> Nisanth settles down into an affable lump of brown dragon, sitting back on his haunches and inspecting his wings for a moment, then flipping them to his back. Tra la. *Blat* Hullo! X'dren nods to Catalina--flinging her a wry smile of welcome (Some welcome, huh?). "Oh. Well, I'm X'dren," he introduces himself to Sonya. Lienth> N'tan strides into the tunnel to the living cavern. Lienth> N'tan has left. N'tan wanders in from the tunnel to the bowl. N'tan has arrived. Sonya says "And my duty to Igen." is her response. "Full house tonight?" she moves to lean against a chair, near X'dren and the hearth. Her jacket gets drapped over said chair as well. To X'dren. "That's right. T'mren had mentioned you before I think." Catalina pulls at the fingers of her riding gloves, eyeing them for no apparent reason, then tugging them off and stuffing them haphazardly into a random jacket pocket. "Oh, hello, X'dren," she chirrups, glancing around the cavern. "Mmm..you wouldn't have happened upon Kandri this evening, would you?" "And then, I suppose, Fort's to Igen and Ista as well." Fiora grins, dropping her things unceremoniously in a pile, "Oh, Catalina. Hiya." At least one face she knows. Lienth> Lienth greets Nisanth with a lazy rumble, turning his head away from the brown to regard the green. Mmm, yum. Lienth> Mauroth shifts her scrutiny from Lienth to Nisanth, unblinking... almost disconcerting... Catalina flops down in a chair, making herself right at home, wiggling around to get comfortable. Scootch. Scootch. "Igen's to Fort and Ista *and* Reaches, and anyone else who happens to be loitering that I missed." There. Lienth> Nisanth blinks at Mauroth, watching her for a long time before rising to all fours; slowly, as though pulled by strings-- or rather, her eyes. Oh, my. Lienth> Pryth seems to find the stares a bit disconcerting indeed. He rustles his wings with slight irritability and moves aways down, still keeping an eye on the green. He perks up to watch dragons land, watching as much activity in the bowl that he can see. X'dren shakes his head. "No, Cat. Not lately." To Sonya, he simply nods. To Fiora--another wry smile's all the greeting he gives. N'tan strides in. "Hi all." Fort Weyr> Brianna waves Lienth> High in the bowl, Cevodnioth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! Lienth> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Bronze Cevodnioth of Ista Weyr. Fort Weyr> D'ru waves... still at work... Lienth> High in the bowl, Cevodnioth spirals downward in the bowl, towards the western wall. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Cevodnioth glides to a swift landing on the ground. Lienth> Cevodnioth has arrived. Lienth> T'mren climbs off the dragon, and hops nimbly to his feet. Lienth> T'mren has arrived. Lienth> T'mren meanders into the tunnel to the living cavern. Lienth> T'mren has left. T'mren wanders in from the tunnel to the bowl. T'mren has arrived. Fort Weyr> Brianna ewwws T'mren strides into the cavern with a salute, "Ista's duty!" Catalina glances over at N'tan, waving her hand in cheerful greeting. "Igen's duties to High Reaches and her queens," she reiterates for the greenrider. Oh sure, "And Ista's too," to T'mren. Wow, Igen's gonna be pretty busy at this rate. Fort Weyr> Brianna gets the nerf bat out and holds it like a golf club, ready to send D'ru home ;) Sonya takes that nod as a dismall and takes several strides away. The smell of klah eventually draws her attention though and she heads that way. "Busy night. And I was worried about not finding anyone to talk to. " Heya T'mren. What brings you here on your nightoff?" Fort Weyr> D'ru been at work since 7... its like 10 now... X'dren nods to N'tan and T'mren... but his eyes linger on N'tan a moment... T'mren grins, "Sonya! Funny seeing ou here. Oh, I came to see X'dren and other friends." Lienth> Nisanth trills at Mauroth, raising his voice to as high a pitch as it'll go-- which really isn't *that* high, but high enough, then drops it down to a low rumble. Cevodnioth is acknowledged with a mere flickering of eyes, and an absent warble. Lienth> Cevodnioth lets his eyes rest on Mauroth lovingly, whirling in greeting. Fort Weyr> Brianna says, "go home, eat food, go to bed. :)" Lienth> Mauroth turns to stare at Cevodnioth, now... unblinking. Yeesh, she must be trying to start a staring contest! "And here I come simply because Lienth wanted a little more cold..." T'mren and N'tan and noted, and presented with calm nods as the bluerider takes a seat without another word, picking up a cookie from the food table and munching on it contentedably. Lienth> Zuzith watches the dragons in the bowl, flicking her tail casually. X'dren restlessly clenches his goves in his hands... slowly manging the poor leather things. Sonya grins. "One of Jithan's apprentices needed to attend some class or something here. Actually, he was an older guy, Maybe not even apprentice." she claims her a mug of klah and heads towards T'mren. "Yeah, I thought you knew him." in a lower voice. "Not too talkitive tonight. Maybe's somethings wrong." Lienth> Lienth restrains a hiss at Cevodnioth, eyes simply tilting back to Mauroth. Ever back to Mauroth. His tail thumps - as per usual - a steady beat on the ground that nevertheless has a stiff, impatient type movement to it. Waiting. Fort Weyr> D'ru wishes he could... N'tan pours himself a a drink. "Anything interesting going on tonight?" he says to no one in particular. Fort Weyr> T'quinn snugs D'ru...sympathizing, "I'm going to work at 11pm." Public announcement: X'dren announces "My deer green Mauroth is rising in a few minutes at High Reaches. Anyone else interested who hasn't yet arrived, drop in and join the spam! :)" Fort Weyr> T'quinn says, "Well, 12pm ET" Catalina glances out towards the bowl, brow furrowing, blue eyes going hazy and distant for a fleeting instant. A gentle rumble ripples in from outside, at which point the gleam returns to azure irises; a hesitant sparkle, but a sparkle nonetheless, and she allows her gaze to slide discreetly towards X'dren. Hello, you. Fort Weyr> Davienne needs to put her poor newborn poo to bed...see ya'll on Monday. Fort Weyr> T'quinn snuggggggggggggs Davienne! Fort Weyr> T'quinn was waiting to be propositioned again to father for you Davi :P Fort Weyr> Brianna night Davi. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Night, Dav!" Fort Weyr> D'ru nods to T'quinn... yeah.. 7 in the morning till it looks like 1 in the morning... then I come back at about 8... woowoo... Fort Weyr> Davienne was going to :) but got interrupted hehe Fort Weyr> T'quinn ACKS! Fort Weyr> D'ru heys and calls dibs from a long time ago!!;) Fort Weyr> Brianna chuckles Fort Weyr> Davienne says, "Lgrins, Just kidding Tq :)"" Lienth> Mauroth snorts, and glares at the other green... eyes flashing slightly red. Lienth> Nisanth is calm, cool, collected, blah blah. But only because holes aren't being bored in his skull by Mauroth's eyes. Talk about unsettling. Stepping back with another light trill, eyes whirling slightly red (but only slightly, mind you), he peruses the gathering of males. N'tan glances outside and then to the brown and green riders.... X'dren twists his gloves until they look like he's trying to wring the life out of them. His eyes seem a bit vacant... From afar, to Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren, Catalina hrms. Looks like this is gonna be a nice small little group, eh? :> N'tan says "X'dren, do you need any help getting to a weyr?" Lienth> Lienth looks right back at Nisanth for a moment, his violet tinged eyes regarding the brown for a moment before sweeping back towards Mauroth. Come look at me, his tone says, don't bother with other greens. His tail continues to thump, and thump again, and he settles his wings, preening, and then moving back on his haunches. Fort Weyr> D'ru waves bye and prepares to head back out... wee.... *not!* Sonya looks between X'dren and out to the bowl. "Shards....that explains it." she mutters. Lienth> Pryth watches with increasing interest. The green being the center of his attention. Fort Weyr> Brianna lix X'dren blinks as if coming out of a daze. "Hmmm? Oh, hello, N'tan. Weyr...? Ah... Mmmm... I'll manage." The words are a little chopped, his voice rough, but he seems in... some... control of himself. Fiora seems totaly oblivious to X'dren's life-beating glove techniques. But then, she always is until her lifemate starts to blood. "So," she starts, trying to think of something to say, "Explains what?" Dumb Fiora, yup. Lienth> Nisanth pins Lienth with a pointedly disinterested stare: you're not worth it. This is all you're getting, and nothing more. Warbling to himself, he turns his head and ignores his other competitors-to-be, the spin of jeweled eyes augmenting ever so steadily. Mauroth. They watch Mauroth. N'tan nods to X'dren with a smirk. Lienth> Mauroth turns away from the older green, somewhat mollified by the fact that she is not showing interest at these males... Catalina tears her gaze away from X'dren (or rather, his gloves, she'd become rather wrapped up in watching them) to eye Fiora drolly. "Mauroth's gonna rise soon," she explains in a flat tone, lifting one delicate eyebrow. Lienth> Nisanth is disintrested in Lienth? Well he's not all that interested back. Except that the brown ShouldNotChase. Mauroth is his. Outereyelids close slightly, although he's completely aware of everything, watching, waiting, ready to act. Sonya Hmms? to Fiora. "Oh, his green must be proddy. Pryth is showing alot of interest towards his green. Or at least I'm pretty sure she's the one. Anyway, and he's acting odd. He wasn't acting this way when I met him the other day." N'tan laughs, "And Zuzith is just watching with amusement." All of an instant Fiora is out of her chair, the chair is on the floor and her cookie is in crumbs beneath her. "WHAT?" You'd think that after so many tunrs...but nevermind that. Her body stiffens, and she tenses, and sighs. "Nooo," wails she, still stiff - which makes for a rather amusing picture - "Noooo." X'dren grimaces unhappily at the visiting riders. "If you want to escape--better run now," he warns, half-grumbling. Sonya leans against a table. "Likeing it, is she?" she asks N'tan. "One of our golds wanted to watch a green flight recently. Found it fascinateing. Lienth> Al'ric descends the steps from the upper junior queen's weyr. Lienth> Al'ric has arrived. Lienth> Al'ric strides into the tunnel to the living cavern. Lienth> Al'ric has left. Al'ric strides in from the tunnel to the bowl. Al'ric has arrived. N'tan grins at Sonya, "A 'what's-the-point' kind of interest? Lienth> Nisanth will chase as sure as the sky is..blueish green..and ain't no tail-thumping blue is gonna stop him. *Nope*. So he watches Mauroth, and *only* Mauroth, nyah, tail swishswishing about behind him. Lienth> Mauroth snorts at the older green's amusement, and without further ado, leaps up into the air! Whistling a tune that indicates he's a happy bronzer, Al'ric bounds into the living cavern in long strides, calling cheerfully, "G'evening, all! Whoa, and the Reaches' duty." Sonya says to X'dren. "I kinda have to wait here, till the healer is done." she says with a shrug. Nodding to N'tan. "Yeah, something like that." she smiles. "Even went up in the air to watch up close." Lienth> In the sky directly above, Mauroth leaps into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> Zuzith croons to the dragons. A note of encouragement or a tone of distraction? "Too late," bemoans Fiora, sighing deeply, "He'll never leave now." So instead her gaze is drawn towards X'dren. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Mauroth catches a thermal and glides east. Catalina opens her mouth to say something witty to Fiora, then blinks. "WHoops!" she exclaims, watching the bowl with wide eyes. Here goes... Lienth> Nisanth has left. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Nisanth springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> Lienth lets out a bugle, and raises himself to follow! Al'ric makes a face, noting dryly to himself, "Yeah, well...I usually get that kinda reaction..." as the others react to what's going on outside. X'dren shudders, and flings his gloves onto the table. "Damn. Well, sorry," he murmurs, dashing for the door. X'dren strolls outside to the bowl. X'dren has left. Lienth> X'dren walks out of the living cavern. Lienth> X'dren has arrived. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Nisanth flies towards the east. Lienth> You rise up into the sky. Lienth> In the sky, to the east, Mauroth wings down and lands lightly on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Pryth rises up into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> Pryth has arrived. Lienth> Tiganath rises effortlessly into the sky from Yventh's ledge, low on the western bowl wall. Lienth> Tiganath has arrived. Lienth> Tiganath wings down to a quick landing on the ground. Lienth> Tiganath has left. Lienth> In the sky, to the east, Nisanth banks and lands neatly on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Pryth catches a thermal and glides east. Lienth> Pryth has left. Lienth> In the feeding grounds, A brave young wherry refuses to budge, hovering protectively over her nest to keep it from being trampled. Lienth> In the sky, to the east, Pryth wings down to a quick landing on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Tiganath rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> Tiganath has arrived. Sonya strides outside to the bowl. Sonya has left. Lienth> On the ground below, Sonya wanders out of the living cavern. Lienth> Tiganath catches a thermal and glides east. Lienth> Tiganath has left. Catalina meanders outside to the bowl. Catalina has left. Lienth> On the ground below, Catalina strolls out of the living cavern. Lienth> In the sky, to the east, Tiganath wings down and lands lightly on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> You follow the curve of the bowl, heading east. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, The wherries and herdbeasts scatter in panic as Nisanth's shadow falls over them. Lienth> You fly down to land gently on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Two wherries fly over Pryth's head, chattering noisily. You meander outside to the bowl. Lienth> The wherries and herdbeasts scatter in panic as Tiganath's shadow falls over them. Lienth> Two wherries fly over Lienth's head, chattering noisily. Catalina scrambles out after the others, gloves slapping against the side of her jacket, hanging out of her pocket as they are. Sonya follows X'dren out. "Too late now." she looks towards the direction her healer went. "And I guess he has to wait." she looks across the bowl. To see if she can't see Pryth land and start blooding. In the feeding grounds, Mauroth shrills sharply as she dives down onto a Lienth> Mauroth shrills sharply as she dives down onto a wherry, breaking its back, teeth digging in before it hits the ground. Almost without her rider's urgings, she sucks voraciously to drain the blood! Fiora, for a change, is not at all upset anymore. She's simply watching, almost, but not quite, enjoying it. "Shoulda known it," she says, with a light sigh. Lienth> Pryth lands silently, stealthily. He starts blooding his kill as soon as it is taken to the ground. Lienth> Benny, the Bitran-bred Bovine, runs with the others, a stampede of them trying to flee from those massive lumps that a few people standing out in the bowl call lifemates. Run, Benny, run, flee from them. Crunch. An echoing of bending bone, then of bone rubbing against bone, and finally the ear-splitting, cringe-making sound of bone breaking, and collapsing. And then there were none, what with the death wound made by a wayward metalic blue tail. You Bastard, you killed Benny! Meanwhile, obliviou, Lienth has been having the time of his life - some remenant of his usual, playful self left in this lust filled trance of his. He's chasing ovines, bovines, caprines, and...the usual. Then he stops, turns, and regards his tail. Eeek! What's that red stuff coming from his tail? Nooooooo! He's scared of his own...wait a moment: he doesn't have blood, oooooh! He killed something! Bring out the champagne! Tail bashes Benny repeatedly, just making sure that no reminant of life remains, and then the bundle of snapped bone, hide and oozing blood is nosed, until the oozing blood is completely removed. The rest of Benny is tossed with a flick of copper hued talon, and Lienth turns away. Next victom, please. X'dren pages: Benny Bovine's your pose? Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Egads, I've been spammed. :) >> You paged X'dren with 'Yup, sorry.'. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth meeps, sorry. I'm too spammy. :( Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Twas a good pose though. >> Lienth> Nisanth scatters those herdbeasts and wherries, yes he does! But not because he's viciously bugling, snapping his jaws left and right, screeching his challenge to the others. Nonono. He's doing none of these things. He's a silently slipping shadow, subtly, stealthily swerving in slow spirals... That poor buck never saw him coming, and doesn't even have time for a final bleat of terror as russet claws dig into its neck, raking down its sides, spilling blood and innards onto the ground. Ohh, perfect. Humming softly to himself, Nisanth latches his jaws onto the hapless creature's neck, sucking firmly. Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Thank you :) >> X'dren pages to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: One pose per Mauroth's please for the Flight. So we don't worsen our own lag. ;) Catalina pages to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren: Yikes! Megaspam! Let's be moseying on over to that weyr soon... From afar, to Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren, Catalina nods. Yup. Al'ric walks out of the living cavern. Al'ric has arrived. X'dren pages to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Unfortunately, guest weyr is only accessable from where we now are. Lienth> Tiganath plunges into the passle of herdbeasts with a roaring sound of metallic death, his talons gleaming...yadda yadda yadda. His interest is in blood, his aim true: down goes the herdbeast, rip goes the flesh, gulp goes the gore. Just like he was taught. X'dren shivers uncontrolably, but his wide eyes are fastened to his bloodthirsty dragon and her rapidly emptying kill. Fiora shivers slightly in the 'reaches evening, looking directly at X'dren without a thought to anything else. Except maybe the lifemate that is just about to kill again. Fingers dig into palms, and she whispers under her breath, "Blood, Li, blood. Fire yourself up, come on!" A glint in her eyes directs her glance even deeper towards X'dren, as if trying to eat into the greenrider. Catalina is planted firmly to the ground, turned towards the direction of the blooding dragons, slowly dragging her tongue across drying lips. "Right..just like that..good, Nisanth," she mutters, smiling wickedly as she turns to watch X'dren. Sonya stays several steps away from X'dren, attention alternateing between him and the grounds. She too is shivering. Left her jacket and klah inside. X'dren smiles slowly... an almost eerie glint in his eyes. Surely he can't be in some way slyly collaborating with his green...? Knowing X'dren, probably. X'dren pages to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Limitless rider poses, tho. ;) Dry-mouthed, Al'ric appears uncertain in the bowl, eyes on the feeding ground. He hasn't yet figured out what precisely is going on. Catalina narrows her eyes slowly, sliding one innocent step closer towards X'dren. Of course he's collaborating. He's an Igenite, what else would you expect? Oh yes, and this little brownrider knows her kind well, smile widening. "What *are* you thinking, dear greenrider?" she croons. Lienth> Mauroth rips her face free of the carcass, bloody bits of hide sent flying by the motion. Almost before her gaze can settle on another herdbeast, she's leaping on it in a single bound with talons open to tear! Fiora's feet shuffle along the ground, and she takes a deep breath, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. "Keep away from him, Catalina." says she with steely tone. Not that she moved very far or anything. Protective, protective Fiora. Sonya is as silent as her lifemate. Only difference is, he's blodding and she's not. So all she does is watch. And watch she does. As Mauroth had done earlier Sonya contimplates her 'compition' that will give PRyth a challenge to meet his goal. Lienth> Pryth drains the first casuality of flight passioned blooding and positions himself on his haunches to survey the feeding grounds. He wastes no more than two heartbeats to look when he lashes out suddenly. A cousin of Benny is the victim. Seems that particular family is haveing a bad night. Silent is Pryth still, makeing no challanges as he works to quinch a thirst that wasn't there even half-a-candlemark ago. Lienth> Your mother always told you not to play with your food, and to eat tidily. Wish Lienth's mother had. Here he is, wherry in mouth, swinging around and around in circles with the poor thing upside down, Lienth holding on to nothing but the poor things tail. If wherries had facial expressions, this one would look green. It being still alive and all. Perhaps tiring of this game, Lienth lets go of the tail, and the beast goes flying, sailing right across to where the remains of Benny sit, and Lienth follows, raising himself into the air and swooping down on the poor thing. Which is now dead, as far as one can see. Slurp, suck, smack, yes, the sound of the blooding reaches all through the feeding grounds. Sounds like someone is enjoying their meal. But not so much as the glowing green sight that Lienth can see even now, the green sight that he turns to gaze at with whirling purple eyes. He takes her in, and springs up again, unable to control his hunger for her, and therefore taking it out in the beasts he takes down. X'dren's smile widens into a grin, and he shifts half-sightless eyes to Catalina. "Wouldn't /you/ like to know?" he laughs. Catalina doesn't even spare a look at Fiora, remarking lightly, "I'm just *wondering*." Oh, all innocence, this one. Don't trust *her* for a moment, not with that look she's got in her eyes. She shivers as well, but certainly not with cold, as X'dren speaks to her. "Wanna know what *I'm* thinking?" she croons again, devilishly coy. Sonya finally speaks, softly saying. "All greens are caught. There is no way to avoid that." X'dren's eyes narrow at Catalina, and he replies sharply, with a shudder, "No." His gaze returns to Mauroth, and the smile returns... Lienth> Tiganath suckles as lustily on the carcass of his prize as a just-foaled runner feeds from his mother's belly. Eyes wheel in colorful cartwheels, staring at Mauroth with the defined envy of a male who hates everything else masculine on Pern. He wants that green, the one with the gobbets of blood dripping from her muzzle. How could he resist? Catalina laughs prettily and shrugs, then turns back to the feeding grounds. "Whatever." Lienth> Mauroth gulps greedily at the beast she'd brought down, hey eyes whirling red and alert on her surroundings, her talons sharply imbedded in turf and beast. Green hide pulsates like a star's glow... N'tan strides out of the living cavern. N'tan has arrived. Lienth> Nisanth flexes his fingers a bit, shifting his grip on the slain herdbeast that lies at his bloodstained feet. A long tongue flickers out from between ivory daggers, which, by the way, are as crimson as his muzzle. Dramatic, the effect, dark red against soft white. Glowing eyes, reddened to match the blood, flicker up from the ensanguined creature, seeking another to kill. Ah, yes. Leaving number one behind, he leaps, and falls upon numbers two and three-- two wherries, impaling each with his claws and dragging them closer. N'tan clambers up onto Zuzith's back, using her straps as handholds. N'tan has left. Zuzith has left. Fiora's bright orange sisal shirt attracts the moonlight - but not so much perhaps as Mauroth's hide does, and will - and she just crosses her arms, not saying another word for the moment. Feet shift across the ground, and she mutters something about gloves and a jacket, but the words don't make it out. Deep amber eyes do as they always have: watch X'dren. Lienth> It looks like perhaps the edge has been taken out of Lienth's hunger, which is a good thing, since he's simply sweeping the grounds - with a look at Mauroth every few moments - regarding the scattered and hysterical (If beasts can be) herds below him. Picky, picky, picky. His eye catches on a beast, and he makes ready to swoop, but a blue even smaller than him darts down right before him, and snaffles the chosen herdbeast. Meanie. If he was in the mood, Lienth'd stick his tongue out. But there are more important things to do. Like grab The Most Perfect Beast Lienth has ever seen. Wow! Bingo, and he darts for the ground at breakneck speed, managing to prong the beast with a simple flick of the coppery tinted talon, and then drag it down towards a corner that he can enjoy the beast in. Looking at it now, it doesn't look like such a choice beast - not like the beautiful dragon that he can see even now - but his hunger over-rules his taste for up market taste sensations, and he lowers his already crimson tinted muzzle to the beast's neck, and drinks long and deep, making himself ready to chase. Catalina pages: Oh, brother. You're definitely going to win! Lienth> Pryth doesn't have to blood alot. He's a smaller blue and it doesn't take too long to saite his thirst. Now he crouches low, watching and waiting. From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren, Catalina shifts. Can we go to that weyr soon, seeing how we're seeing every pose *twice*? You paged Catalina with 'Not necessarily - spam doesn't equal content. But I hope so :) Your poses are better than mine, IMO. I like 'em.'. From afar, Catalina chuckles and smoooochies. May the best dragon win. ;> X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Yep. Let me just send her up. Long distance to Catalina: Fiora smooches back, and agrees. Lienth> Mauroth suddenly flings the carcass at the dragons feeding near her, and springs mightily into the air, wings beating rapidly in broad, quick strokes for altitude, fast! X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: GW. X'dren goes up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. X'dren has left. T'mren meanders out of the living cavern. T'mren has arrived. You walk up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Al'ric comes up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. Al'ric has arrived. T'mren walks up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. T'mren has arrived. Catalina walks up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. Catalina has arrived. Sonya comes up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. Sonya has arrived. Lienth> Mauroth rises effortlessly into the sky. Lienth> Mauroth has left. Lienth> Pryth rises up into the sky. Lienth> Pryth has left. Lienth> You rise effortlessly into the sky. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Tiganath leaps into the sky. Lienth> Tiganath has arrived. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Nisanth rises up into the sky. Lienth> Nisanth has arrived. Lienth> In the sky, to the west, Cevodnioth leaps into the sky from the ground below. Lienth> In the sky, to the west, Cevodnioth wings upward in the bowl sky. Lienth> Above you, Cevodnioth circles lower in the bowl, towards the eastern wall. Lienth> Cevodnioth has arrived. From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren, T'mren sorries folks, hadda idle a bit. X'dren chuckles softly--wickedly--as he enters the weyr. Something's a-foot... Lienth> Cevodnioth finishes his final beast, then rises with a snap of powerful bronze wings, tail whipping in the air behind him! Looking a bit lost still, Al'ric enters the guest weyr and loosens his collar, giving X'dren an assessing gaze. Fiora slides into the guest weyr, eyeing X'dren for a moment. Of course, Fiora being Fiora, she has no idea that anythings afoot. Doesn't notice a thing. Spot is chosen by the wall - closish to X'dren, but not too close - and she slides down towards the floor, holding her knees tight and shivering compulsively. Lienth> What's this? Nisanth only managed to get three this time? A mere three kills before that luminescent creature took her flight? Very well. It's her call, you know. Discarding the second of his two wherries, he crouches, spreads his ruddy wings, then springs into the sky after her, leaving the ensanguined feeding grounds far, far below. Lickety-split, he's after her, eyes glowing in the evening light, muttering to himself. This is gonna be a real doozy, it looks like. Incoming! T'mren's hands close into fists as he stops near the entrance to the guest weyr, nervous, dilated eyes flitting from here to there in the weyr Lienth> Pryth was waiting for just this exact moment. For the green to rise effortlessly into the air. And as she does, he takes great pains to follow right after her. Aargh. She's too fast also and takes a commanding lead ahead of him. And wait! Those other dragons in the feeding grounds are following also. They are all around him. Filling his wings with wind, his initial goal to reach is a spot higher enough to dart after and some breathing room. Lienth> Cevodnioth finishes his final beast, then rises with a snap of powerful bronze wings, tail whipping in the air behind him! He gives a loud brassy bugle of challenge to his competition, and heads upwards after Mauroth with all the speed his somewhat large form can manage, muscles along his shoulders and chest rippling with effort! Sonya walks in right behind X'dren. At the moment she is unmindfull of the others around as she watches X'dren. Lienth> Tiganath launches himself with an upward thrust from his hindquarters, after Mauroth more slowly than the smaller dragons, ignoring the Istan bronze. Slow and steady wins the race...and Tiganath's a cagy creature to boot. Lienth> Four beats forwards, four beats on, up, crashing down like the waves upon the sand. No longer an individual motion, they are one: following each other like those waves of metalic blue - as if the moon shines down on the sea making it foam in silver rather than white - again and again without change. Lienth is pushed onwards, steady in his course towards Mauroth, sinews bulging even more, ichor charging through his body. Up his legs, and his ever twisting tail, up his underside and back, towards his neckridges, and up to his head. Onwards, a steady beating drum. Catalina has this..this thing. This custom, this tradition. As soon as she steps into the weyr, she finds the wall farthest (you got it, *farthest*) from the greenrider and presses herself against it, a panting heap of lusty Catalina. Good heavens. Lienth> Mauroth shieks tauntingly at her followers--wild laughter of her own, one'd guess. A thermal whisks her in tight spirals ever higher into the sky! Fragile-seeming wings move like a miniscule avian hummingbird's as she spirals... Lienth> Mauroth flies higher in the bowl sky. Lienth> Mauroth has left. Lienth> You fly higher in the sky. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Nisanth wings upward in the bowl sky. Lienth> Nisanth has arrived. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Pryth flies up in the bowl sky. Lienth> Pryth has arrived. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Tiganath flies up in the bowl sky. Lienth> Tiganath has arrived. Lienth> Below you, to the east, Cevodnioth flies higher in the bowl sky. Lienth> Cevodnioth has arrived. X'dren glances at those who'd followed him into the weyr--only half registering their presences. However, his attention's jerked back to his green, and he tugs at the collar of his shirt uncomfortably. Lienth> Pryth echoes the taunting shriek with one that hints of invitation. An invitation to be enveloped within the warmth and saftey of his arms. Oh the combination the two, blue, green. Green, blue. SPurred on by lust and desire he continues to break away from the pack, riseing as Mauroth does higher and higher. Lienth> Nisanth isn't as agile, perhaps, as the aforementioned hummingbird, but he could probably suck one in through a nostril and not even notice, so. Off he goes, weaving through the pack of growling, grunting, hissing, snorting, nacho eating, football watching... No, wait, *human* males do that, not dragon males. Well, they're still just as gross. So he avoids them, carrying with him an air of lofty distaste for their presences, giving chase to the gleaming Mauroth with a very gentle croon. Lienth> While a young dragon he may be, Tiganath knows the bowl's thermals, knows his weyr better than these fleeter creatures, and he catches the selfsame thermal that Mauroth utilized to buoy herself upward. No poetry in this hurried flight from a behemoth...he is only trying to catch the others, pass/dismantle them as he may, and catch that glowy bit of dragonhide. Fiora's shirt barely keeps out the slightest of chills, and she fiddles with it uncomfortably - somewhat like Maur..no, X'dren does - but leaves it done up, instead moving on to her breeches, and then her hair. Anything to keep herself busy. Lienth> So She wants to go higher? Lienth can do nothing but follow that, wingbeats taking him up closer towards her, steadying himself as the winds become heavier. Impulse. Many would say that a blue, or even a bronze or brown, bloods and chases only on impulse. Or, more often, because it is expected of them. Whether he is right or not is another question, but Lienth seems to think there is something more than that. And perhaps there is. The fact remains that Lienth is here, and he follows, the length of his tail almost wagging as he pushes onwards, using the thermals and wind currents to give him that extra push, to suppliment the lust that already drives him onwards without a thought other than Her glorious self. Know, oh glorious Mauroth, that he will follow you with every wingbeat you take, and every bank you make, he'll be following you. Forever. Sonya tugs at her own collar, an unconscience imitation of X'dren. She sits where she stands, slight off center of the room. The desire is evident in her eyes as she looks at X'dren. Much like the hunter looks at his prey. Lienth> Cevodnioth is nowhere near as fast as a tiny, agile blue, but by Faranth he's got strength to spare. With great hot whooshing noises his large, billowing wingsails pound the sky with vigorous bursts of energy, sending his streamlined metallic form ever higher in pursuit of his lofty goal, his whirling eyes fixed on the glowing beacon that is Mauroth! T'mren licks his lips nervously, glancing around the room, his hair mussed from unsettledly touching it. His back tenses as he leans into the wall. Chill? What? Hrm, it seems to the shaking Catalina over here that the heat's a bit..excessive. A thin veil of sweat masks her slender face, her tongue occasionally sweeping across her lips to moisten them. Eyes stay tightly shut for the most part, although they do open every now and then-- watching X'dren, you know. Memorizing him. While Tiganath claws through the air above, his rider claws through his riding jacket below, getting rid of it to try to cool down his flight-stimulated body. And again he looks at X'dren, more avidly than before. Well, yes, Fiora's cold. But inside, she blazes hot, hotter, hottest. Her lips are dry, and she licks at them, which only compounds the problem. Hair is pushed back from her face, and fingers are caught in knots that she fiddles to get through. Must..get...through...them. Amber eyes close for a second, and then open wide, watching, waiting, gripping onto X'dren even if its only in her mind. Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth whistles and is way impressed! << Wow. Great poses, guys! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth nodnods - tis great! Lienth> Mauroth glances under a wing--and snorts in amusement. So, they think they're good, hmmm? Her red eyes almost turn purple with mischievous humor, and wings change angle slightly--beginning to level out, her goal--the seven spindles in the not-so-distant distance! Still, she continues an upward trend, seeking a good dozen dragonlengths above the clouds. Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Thanks! >> Lienth> Tiganath doesn't think he's good. He thinks he's great. But he's a bronze, and his ego is likely in direct counterproprotion to whatever grey matter lies between his headknobs. Toward the seven spindles she goes, does she? He knows how to get there! Pacing himself upward and onward, he cruises along in her contrail, a dogged pursuer. Lienth> Pryth levels out shortly, about the same time Mauroth does. Even though she continues upowards he stays on his path. Free from a chaseing dragon on one side at least, he's only got his right side to content with. An older brown who looks tired allready. Neck and neck they race across the sky though, following Mauroth's path, just underneath the clouds. Lienth> Has Queen Mab placed her touch on this Fortian Blue, that he can do naught but watch Mauroth, and follow, like a blinded sheep? Has her presence in his dreams taken aught to his brain, that brain that can think of only her, and what he needs. And ay me! These sad minutes of unfulfiled lust seem so long, so miserably long, while he races towards she who doth teach the torches to burn bright. It is for her that he skims a moonlit patch, banking a turn to try and cut down on the resistance of the air so that he might get a tad closer, sending a ripple of silverly light across his metalic blue hide, while his wings beaut up and down, wingsails filling like sails, and emptying. Following her higher and higher, up past the clouds, as far as the Dawnsisters if it pleaseth her. Onwards, upwards, forever. Wherever she goes. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth has the trusty quote book in front of her, as usual. Can you tell that I like Shakespeare? T'mren straightens out when he's only slightly under Mauroth, his eyes upraised to her form almost worshipfully, but hiding his steely intent to catch up to her. His wings never slow they're powerful pounding against the sky in long, smooth strokes of bronzed power in motion, never slowing, and with vast reserves of bronze energy left! T'mren guh. Lienth> Cevodnioth straightens out when he's only slightly under Mauroth, his eyes upraised to her form almost worshipfully, but hiding his steely intent to catch up to her. His wings never slow they're powerful pounding against the sky in long, smooth strokes of bronzed power in motion, never slowing, and with vast reserves of bronze energy left! X'dren grimaces slightly, as if annoyed by some miniscule thing, and starts wriggling free of his shirt, tossing it aside contemptously. Slim, he hadn't accumulated any Threadscores to be displayed thus, only scratches from firelizards on his shoulders. Lienth> Nisanth would risk his hide for Her (with a capital "H"), he would. Lovely creature, that Mauroth. Even if she is about to get him skinned alive on the seven spires of High Reaches Weyr. What a way to go. Wait, shake that thought off, Nis! He's not going *anywhere* but forward, and up, up, up! He'll follow her to his last, if his last is this night, driven on by reeling thoughts of twining with her. Strong wings beat the night air, his long neck cranes forward a wee bit more; shardit, guys, get out of the way! Sonya watches avidly as the shirt is removed. Fiora's legs stretch out again, and her shivering abates, as if she can no longer feel herself, and is fully Lienth. No, her arms don't act like wings, and neither do her feet act like wings, or the ever bounding tail, but its all there nevertheless. Her lips part, slightly, as the shirt is removed, and she clutches at her waist, trying to hold herself down. She'd drool, but her mouth's too dry. Dragon> Tiganath bespoke Flight with << Uh, can you tell I'm just making this up as I go along? ;) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth whistles. I'm not doing that. No. ;> Catalina has no decorum. No self control. None. Zip, zilch, zero, *nada*. How do we know this? Well, because she gives a strangled sounding groan as the greenrider's shirt falls to the floor, and she attempt to melt with the wall (although it's not the wall she's after!). Al'ric surprises himself by admiring what X'dren reveals, and it's not the sort of admiration that goes with wanting X'dren's type of physique. No, he just wants X'dren himself. T'mren eyes X'dren's chest with a far less powerful reaction than Cat or Fiora. He can't help staring, but...with less enthusiasm. Lienth> Mauroth eyes the bronze below, the blues behind, and for a brief instant--imitates her rider's grin. Abruptly, she rolls across the air as if suddenly something bigger than her had collided with her! Two dragonlengths away--having barely lost any alititude and astoundingly nearly none of her momentum--she continues her course toward the spindles! Lienth> Cevodnioth huffs a bit at Mauroth's move, one his bulk prevents him immitating. Instead, he turns in the direction she moved in and makes tracks across the sky towards her, tail whipping behind him. He's fast and small...for a bronze. Lienth> *Crack!* What is it, is that thunder? But no, it doesn't seem to be - no lightning, no rain. No, no need to worry, it is only the sound of tortured metal blue wingsails hitting against the air, forcing it downwards in an attempt to move upwards. As steady as a drum, and yet getting faster, quicker, much more often. One a second, two a second (Hot cross buns?) No, its three a second. Again and again, fast, faster, fastest. The steady percussion is added to by the deep, throaty croon emited from Lienth's throat, and the swishy-swishy-swish sound from his tail as it ripples through the air. And then the sound of the wind as it whistles past him, completeing this orchestra of sound, which simply adds to the moonlit metal of Lienth's hide. Oh, he knows that she notices him not, that she cares not that he is here. And then she moves! She rolls! He expected that not, but simply tries to ignore it, following without the rolls, to try and gain speed, to catch up. He's larger than she, and could never do it as well. Lienth> Pryth roars in frustration as the brown to his right suddenly puts on a giant burst of speed, races forward and zips across Pryth's path. He's forced to quickly dart upwards, but some time is lost. His course is altered sligthly, the unknown winds hampering him, stalling him from reaching his goal. But continue towards it he does, with renewed enthusiasiam. And willingness to follow the green anywhere. Lienth> Tiganath dares not fake Mauroth's aerial acrobatics, not unless he wants to leave a Tig-sized splatter on the spindles. Instead, he rumbles his approval from behind, flicks his tail at a near competitor, and swoops past toward his quarry. He is too straightforward a creature to muck about with darts and zigs and zags: he knows what he desires, and thar she blows! Lienth> Strong jaw clenches shut, Nisanth's firm resolve quite apparent on his moonlit face. Oh yes, Mauroth. The bronze below, the blues behind-- the brown *above*. Perhaps if he attempted to cloak himself with the night sky, blend in with the stars and hide in whisps of evening clouds, he could descend upon Her without her ever knowing. No more sound from this one. He's not got the agility of those blues, doesn't quite have the strength of the bronzes, nevermind he's big enough to rival the smaller ones. So. When in doubt: brain versus brawn. He glides, way above her, away, thank goodness, from those threatening spires. Lienth> Orith has arrived. Lienth> Orith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! Lienth> On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Brown Orith of Igen Weyr. Fiora grits her teeth, forcing out, "You think that is going to make her gain distance? Speed? Watch out, 'cause Lienth is coming!" X'dren seems oblivious to the stares, and utters an amsed sound that's not quite a chuckle. Perhaps that's all the warning anyone'll get about what may follow above them... He only snorts at Fiora's words... Lienth> Airspace is a big place. Faranth-willing, Orith of Igen comes nowhere close to a Flight or any such thing, but merely spirals downwards toward the ground. Lienth> Orith flies lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. Lienth> Orith has left. Glittering azure eyes fix on Fiora. I beg to differ, *dear*. Catalina opens her mouth to object, but, well...she's got a terrible memory in the first place, and it's clouded by Faranth knows what kind of thoughts, so when a shudder takes her lithe body, she forgets what she was gonna say. Drat. It was probably something clever, too. Sonya closes her eyes briefly, sending words and no doubt thoughts of encouragement to Pryth. When they reopen they automaticaly seek out X'dren again. The rest of the room might not even be here for all the notice Sonya gives 'em. T'mren's eyes roam over X'dren. Then he forces them onto Fiora. yes. Woman. Look at woman. not man...ick! Lienth> Below you, to the west, Orith banks and lands neatly on the ground. Lienth> Mauroth eyes the brown above--and as the spires loom ahead, weaves sharply on her tail to the left, as if interested in flying parallel to the narrow mountain-tips, as close as a toothbrush to those toothy formations! Fiora's stare back at T'mren indicates that perhaps he doesn't want him staring at her. Only X'dren! Were X'dren to stare at her...Now she's getting so many objections, but she knows she speaks truth, she does. T'mren eyes Fiora defiantly. Hah. So there. WEll, he can't resist. Back to X'dren. Lienth> If Mauroth is the toothbrush to the dental indentations of the mountains, Tiganath is the floss. Not purposefully, mind...he skirts the spires too closely, loosening a few boulders intent on separating themselves from the rest of the rocks. He ignores them, pleased to have escaped his too-close a call between two spindles. X'dren intently gazes at a wall. Yes, a wall. Were he desperately seeking the meaning of life, he couldn't stare at it harder. One almost wonders if he's trying to will the solid rock to produce milk, or some other impossible action. Lienth> Faster, Higher, Stronger. On another planet, far, far away, that might well belong to something else, but here, on Pern, it certainly describes how Lienth is working. Each wingbeat must be better than the last, each stroke must take him higher, must increase his speed, must make him stronger. Close to the spires, yes, he can do that, his size smaller than the rest of the chasers -- except maybe Pryth's -- he can do that perfectly. A stronger contender for the glowing prize that is, perhaps. Or perhaps not. Silent, as always, he surges forward, his size allowing him to move faster, although by the way he moves one can easily see that he tires a little even now. Streamlined, he has pulled his fore and hind legs up, holding them there, dipping his head down to keep the wind from rushing right into it. It must be an excilerating feeling. And it is. Faster, Higher, Stronger. In a word (Or several): She Who Glows. Lienth> Pryth dares those same manuevers, depending completely on his small size to help out his agility. Quickness is still there, since he zips where Mauroth was mere moments before him. Pure desirfe motivates him to continue the chase. A need drives him to follow Mauroth, reach her, hold her. A strangled bugle escapes as he as of yet is not within reach of Mauroth. Al'ric is going to ignore X'dren, because the last thing he wants to do with the remaining tatters of his self-restraint is to lust after a greenrider. Admittedly a well-toned greenrider. With nice legs. And that smile offers something. And his eyes...snap OUT of it, man! With a fierce shake of his head he burrows himself in the corner and closes his eyes. X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Ok... how much longer do you guys want this Flight to go? 10 min, or half an hour? I can make it longer, or start bringing it to her flashiest manauver. Lienth> Cevodnioth presses determinedly onwards after Mauroth. Spires or no spires, he'll get her! He too gains perilous distance on those peaks as he pounds his wings into the sky, purposefully pushing forward! Lienth> Foiled, shards! Well, it was inevitable anyway. So, despite the fact Mauroth caught him mid-tactic, Nisanth continues that silent beating of whooshing wings, cutting through the cold night sky like a hot knife through butter (at the risk of sounding cliche). A quick, steady descent upon her, as soundless as possible, his large shadow flickering over the smaller males below. Swerving with odd grace, he banks away from those foremations with the ease and surity of practice, making sure to stay about a dragonlength above *her* (oh, Mauroth...) Nope, no milk from those walls. And as far as the meaning of Life, Sonya can't give him that. But what she can offer is a lesson to be learned in the most fun way possible. Hands on. Catalina pages to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren: You're the boss, boss. :> Catalina pages to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren: Whatever works. From afar, to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren, Al'ric admits it's getting late here. He can drop out if it lasts too long. :) Fiora's sitting against a wall, did you see? Is he looking at her, is he? No, it doesn't look like it, unfortunately. She takes a sharp intake of breath, and then lets it free. Calm down, Fi. From afar, to Catalina, Fiora, T'mren, and X'dren, Sonya also finds it getting late here too. I too can drop if it lasts too long. X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: All right, then. I'll extend it somewhat. Hopefully not too long. ;) From afar, to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, T'mren, and X'dren, Sonya also finds it getting late here too. I too can drop if it lasts too long. ( adds Al'ric ) Walls don't produce milk. They produce Catalina's. Or at least, she'd like it to be that way, pressed against it as she is, twitching. Breathe in, breathe out-- forget to breathe-- breathe out..no, wait, have to breathe in first... Gasp. Wheeze. Lienth> Mauroth beats wings faster in a quick push--and skims dangerously near the rocky walls, wingtip barely a fingerspan from hitting stone, then abruptly she veers on the other fragile- looking wingtip away--speeding back /away/ from the spires! T'mren's eyes fix on X'dren and stay there. He doesn't bother to fight the urge anymore. Rrrrrr. X'dren 's breath is fast, one hand clenching and unclenching. Like his green, his endurance is only going so far... but his unfocused eyes are brightly determined, if unfocused. All his will and strength is flying that dangrous course by the spires! Lienth> Cevodnioth pounds his wings into the sky and puts on a burst of energy as he tries to gain on the lovely Mauroth> Must..catch..her! Lienth> Pryth refuses to get that close to those rocky walls. He alters course, no longer directly on her exact route. But close enough anyway. His wings are a mere blue blurr in the sky as they propell him forward and out. Away from the wall is his direction, changeing as quickly as Mauroth can. A windgust though catches him off guard and alittle higher than he was. Wokring with it instead of fighting it, Pryth lets it take him as it will, his momementim still helping him to speed forward. Lienth> Lienth veers away from the spires almost as soon as Mauroth herself does it, the constant work of his wingsails somehow managing to make him gain speed, and push, and drive. Wings are pulled in, however, while he is closest to that stone, not wanting to risk injury, and then he opens them wide, zooming forward and more forward still, onwards, upwards, reaching out. The moon shines through the metalic blues of those 'sails, making pretty patterns on the ground so far below, should one be able to see it. His tail flicks, beating out its own tune, hitting a brown competitor on the nose and sending him hurtling down towards the ground. Bye bye, Louith who fly. ed. He must, he must, he must! He must reach, and pull, and take, should there be any chance of it. Neck reaches forwards, arching towards her, but somehow still far too far away. Lienth> Tiganath has reached his stride, with deep dips of his red-speckled bronze wings digging at the air in strong strokes that are a larger dragon's stock and trade. Until...until...ack, she's coming back toward him. His wings open to brake his speed, to prevent breaking something else, and he chokes back a startled draconinc bellow of astonishment at this latest maneuver. Lienth> Nisanth keeps his pace steady, unwilling to release that carefully preserved energy just yet. Hot ichor seethes through straining veins-- at least, that's what it feels like--, racing through his stocky body and forcing him on. Not that he needs much urging. Get enough of those hormones and it doesn't matter *what* you've eaten, if you're Nisanth. Swirls of crimson mix and spin with lighter, vibrant red, all but giving off their own eerie glow. Not that Mauroth's glow is eerie. It's wonderful, it's perfect. All determination, he turns on a wingtip to continue pursuing that clever radiant beauty, grunting softly to himself as his tail brushes over the rocky formations for a moment. Ow. Has to make up for lost time now, every second precious. Go, go, go! Sonya pulls her legs up to rest her chin on her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs. This is how she sits, on the floor of the weyr. Her eyes are fixated on X'dren. His bare skin to be more precise but it's hard to tell if that are focused in here or more towards outside. Catalina twitches some, echoing her dragon's grunt. "Not funny, X'dren," she hisses, clenching her fists. She shifts a little, kicking her jacket, long since shed, away from her ankles. It flies across the weyr and twines around the legs of some random bluerider, who glowers at Cat and throws it off to one side. Sneer. Al'ric absently pushes up the sleeves of his shirt and uses the cuff of his right sleeve to mop at his brow. One would think they were at Igen in midsummer instead of the Reaches in spring from the way his flesh specks with perspiration. T'mren curls up against the wall, shaking, his eyes wide and dilated, staring intently at X'dren. Get it over with. ARgh. Its beginning to become a steady sound in this room. The deep intake of breath, the extake, and the tap-tap of Fiora's fingers against the floor around her, joined with the harder tapping of her feet. And then the constant, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," she emits from her mouth. Lienth> Mauroth seems to spin and duck in the air in a graceful blur--passing by Tignath (and a collision) and heading parallel to the spires for a length... Then she suddenly flings herself sideways again--rolling closer to the spires and lower in the sky, though staying on a parallel course to the deadly spikes of rock. Tapping? Tapping? A low growl comes from Al'ric as he stares at Fiora. He hates the tapping, one might judge from his fiery glare. And at this moment, he likely despises the tapper too. Lienth> Tiganath spins around gracelessly like some idiot drunken Holder with a red cloak against a maddened male bovine, then, after some flurried, frenzied flaps of his wings to right himself, he follows her with a brassy acknowledgement of her nearness, his appreciation for her nearness. And the fact he likes that she's wearing Eau de Proddy. Tap, Tap, Tap. She's gonna keep doing it. Fiora continues the sound, and it tap taps again. Lienth> Cevodnioth can't match /that/ move! He just sticks to the straight and true, the BRONZE way! He pushes closer, slapping his wings rhythmically against the air as he tries to gain any vantage point he can to close on her. Lienth> Pryth manages to find a lucky wind current, thrusting himself forward eaily gaining a dragonlength without much strength being drained from him. He no longers follows her exact path and moves. Off to a respectable distance from those deadily spikes,he maintains the same altitude as her, only batk further and to her right. Lienth> Cevodnioth can't match /that/ move! He just sticks to the straight and true, the BRONZE way! He pushes closer, slapping his wings rhythmically against the air as he tries to gain any vantage point he can to close on her. His tail whips behind him as his wings sweep the sky. He may be bronze, but he's fast for a big fellah. He's gotten closer too, and he continues. He'll get her yet! Lienth> Nisanth knows better than to follow her every single move, because she's sure to outfly him. Vibrant eyes still spinning with lusty, stolid tenacity. He keeps in a straight line, curving his neck to watch her swerve right..then left...veer this way, always below him. Whoops! He's not familiar with these thermals, though, and one takes him from behind, fouling his wings and pushing him way ahead, then abruptly letting him go. Yes, he drops like a stone, bugling with surprise. Lienth> Lienth would smile - but he's not quite able to do so - so he simply ducks his head and reaches down, following Mauroth's exact path with his smallish body (For a dragon) following behind his reaching head. Onwards! He dodges the spires, wings held in close to keep him from foiling them on the dreaded rock, simply zooming on acceleration already gathered before this moment. Not as fast perhaps as before, he neverthless maintains a steady and productive speed that keeps him right up with the front of the pack, reaching forward evermore, his tail wiggling in anticipation. Croooooon! Will she see him? Will she let him? Never fear, Mauroth, Lienth is here! Lienth> Mauroth senses that Lienth's mental blues sneak in for a moment, dancing through your mind before their words are placed <> "Shut *up*!" Catalina yelps at length, wild eyes ablaze with flared annoyance. "I'll step on your fingers, Fiora, if you don't stop that horrid tapping!" A withering glare is granted the bluerider, face twisting into a wretched sneer-- oh, and here comes another onslaught of random shivers, bah. X'dren shifts his feet slightly, as if tiring, head dipping slightly, breath fast. He wipes at sweat in his eyes, and brushes stray hairs from his face... then swings runnertail over his shoulder with a shake of his head. Hand clenches again... Al'ric's teeth grit. The tapping was bad enough without the screeching. and he steps between the harpy-ish women and the greenrider, protectively. Fiora withers under Catalina's glare, but the sound doesn't cease. Does she even realize she's doing it, "What?" she lets out a cry, "What? Am I not allowed to sit and dow nothing." Sonya snaps into full awareness at the screeching. Eyes fixeing on the protetive Bronzerider, she watches him a minute before inevitabl looking back to X'dren. T'mren stares at X'dren, visibly ignoring the chaos going on around him. Catalina jabs a slender, *shaking* finger in the direction of Fiora's hands, face still contorted in that irate scowl. "The tapping. Stop. The tapping." Catalina blinks at Al'ric, pulling back her shoulders and pinning him with a snide, mocking stare. "Out of the way, bronzer," she hisses, hunching over as if ready to spring. Fiora's eyes leave X'dren for a moment, and eyes her fingers, "I ain't doing it!" One tapping hand leans over to try and squash the other one. One leg tries to do the same with the other. Now its all tapping. Until her fingers slacken, and the sounds stops for a moment. Eyes move back to X'dren -- filled even more so with lust than ever before. Lienth> Mauroth glances about her, wings slowing slightly... Yes, she's growing tired, energy ebbing. Yet her bright violet gaze is undaunted--even taunting--as she fixes it on her suitors. Grudgingly, one can read her opinion: not bad, not bad... But a sparkle is all the warning there is before she pulls her best manauver, one she'd practiced with her rider...! "I wouldn't even try it," growls back the usually affable Al'ric. "So shaddap." T'mren eyes X'dren, and tentatively takes two steps forward. His eyes gleam with open lust, his hands curling at his side. He bares teeth in a lusty snarl as the flight nears completion. Lienth> Tiganath is nothing close to tiring, not when he has all this energy, not when he is a big bronze with strength to spare. A thin crooning sound heads toward Mauroth, inquisitive as she slows. As if he worries something is wrong, as if he's worried, worse, something is RIGHT! Lienth> Lienth's metalic blue hide shimmers in the light as he shifts, ready to follow any move Mauroth makes, ready to echo her movements, and then do something to keep her from falling, to keep someone else from taking her. He, too, tires a little, but lust makes for much energy, and he continues on, wingsails filling and emptying, filling and emptying. X'dren hises softly but angrily, "Be /quiet/..." He closes his eyes, teeth gritted determinedly--if one didn't know better, they'd think he was gathering all he had for something requiring all the precision and attention he has... Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Whoa, a short pose from me! :) >> Lienth> Pryth waits for signs of weakness as the flight continues to race across the bowl. Moonlight stream down, intercepting his path. For a moment the blue from Ista nearly glows himself before dissapearing back into the shadows of the night. His path is true to an, hopefully, intercept course. Lienth> Mauroth senses that Lienth's mind once again joins yours for a moment, but instead of words there are only images: the colors of his tortured metal blue hide as if they were shining in the moonlight, but circling around your glowing meadow greens like a strand of DNA that goes on forever, the colors melding and molding together. One. <> Lienth> Cevodnioth closes on Mauroth from below, reaching with tail and wings, flexing himself towards her. He /will/ have her, his glowing reddened eyes declare it. A body born to chase golds has not even begun to tire as he closes on Mauroth. Sonya stands, unable to stand still. She is quiet, watching him from the several feet distance she closed, walking towards him without her movement barely registering. "What her....watch her..." she warns, mumblinh. Lienth> Now, Nisanth, now! You're the only brown in the lot; show 'em how to do it the *your* way! With a sudden recovery from his fracas with the thermals (sharding things), his wings snap out and fill with another sudden rush of warm air, he ascends, regains his course. He's fallen behind, oh yes, but that won't deter him one little bit. That little annoying twitch in the back of his brain that's been imploring him to make good use of his reserved energy suddenly explodes, and off he goes, pulling strength from every fiber in his strong body. Straight, straight, forward, *DOWN*! X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Ok, her big manauver coming up. You'll have to /guess/. One who'd accumulated the most points shall win, don't forget. Only I know who it is, but you shall see. All points--that all of you collected--are well-earned! You guys Fly well! Good luck. :) Fiora's fingers and feet have stopped the infernal tapping, but every so often her head hits against the wall in unspent passion. Now, now, now. Dragon> Lienth senses that Mauroth sends amused swirls of lusty red-green-violet... <> From afar, to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, and T'mren, Sonya wishes all of you g'luck and good flights. I really liked your poses Fiora. I may be too tired to compete with that. :) Catalina glares angrily at Al'ric, but straightens up and pipes down at X'dren's demand. Only because he's shirtless, though. Growling, she steps aside and finds another place on the wall, shoving herself against it, clutching at the stone. Shudder. Pant. Oh, dear. "Hurry," she grunts, eyelids hiding her eyes from view. "Go, go, go..." Long distance to Al'ric, Catalina, Sonya, and T'mren: Fiora wishes the same to all of you, and ohs, thanks. :) From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren, Catalina nodnods and is afraid she didn't do as well, Fiora, but it was lots of fun! :> T'mren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren: This was far from my best, but...fun :) Lienth> Mauroth senses that Lienth is quite certain, and the image repeats itself <> From afar, Catalina wonders how many flights Lienth has won, if I may ask? :> You paged Catalina with '1 in NC, and then a second as an NPC on SC :)'. From afar, Catalina ahs. :> From afar, to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren, Al'ric notes that everyone's done fine, and the point is that we all had fun. :) From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren, Catalina hees. This is true. :> This was great, thanks, all! :> From afar, to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, and T'mren, Sonya agrees to that Al'ric! "I had fun. Thanks all. " Long distance to Al'ric, Catalina, Sonya, and T'mren: Fiora nodnods, and had a ball. Always do, though, I guess. Flights are lotsa fun. :) Catalina pages to Al'ric, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Without a doubt. I've only been in one flight that I didn't enjoy. :> Lienth> Mauroth , skimming by the spires, breaks into a spiral so tight and so abrupt that she seems to start whirling on her wingtip without moving a fingerlength further--as if the green dragon racing through the air had suddenly become a child's top! A minute of such dizzying whirling reduces her speed and momentum sufficiently for her to rip free of the forces such a manauver creates--and speed between two pf the spindles into a bank of fog to the other side of the line of mountains... only WHERE?!? Lienth> Cevodnioth races for that band of fog, in an attempt to find and seize the green. Where'd she go!? X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Capture-pose! You must position where you /think/ she'll appear. ;) Lienth> Pryth follows the speeding Mauroth without a moments hesitation. He knows she is tireing and will soon succomb to his advances. Admitting later that he is indeed a studdly dragon. But first he must have the chance to proof that! His wings are another blue blurr as he moves in and out shadows to go between those same two spindles. His blue hides disspears into the fog, hideing where he went as well. But just on the other side, his movements have taken him past the fog bank and headed down and to his right. Lienth> Lienth stops sharp at Mauroth's surprise movement, his wingbeats suddenly stopping altogether as he (almost) screeches to a stop. The pause, however, lasts only momentarily as he races after her, trying to find her through that fog, to reach her, to catch her. Wingbeats hasten to catch up from lost time, and his tail whips round and round and round, as if imitating the form of movement She took back there. But blind flying suits him not, and he re-appears, positioning himself far to the left of where she entered, wings outstretched and ready should that be where she returns to view. Please, oh please, let that be where. X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: CEvodnioth... you may want to pose a position. ;) Lienth> Mauroth is a cagy, wily, sneaky green...just the sort of finagling female Tiganath likes. Or, that is, would like were he to snare one someday. Still, her aerial maneuvers have lured his fancy to the extent that he has conscious thought when wanting only to rut his brains out, and when she disappears into the fog he pauses before plunging after her. She's been threading the needle all night, zigging and zagging around the spindles, so he plunges after her, then downward toward the road. What goes up, must come down. Lienth> Cevodnioth races for that band of fog, in an attempt to find and seize the green. Where'd she go!? He lifts himself upwards slight in the band of fog, to drop down on top of her. He's guessing she's under him as he drops downward in the blinding fog. From afar, to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren, T'mren issues a modified pose O:) Sonya blinks, looking around as if she could find the hideing green in this very room. "She can't hide, it's not fair!" she pants, wipeing small beads of moisture from her brow. She steps forward, towards X'dren. Fiora sense a change in the atmosphire, and her legs and arms tense, and then she sees what her lifemate sees. "Tricky," comments she in steely tones, grabbing tight to her legs, pulling herself up, trying to move herself closer and closer to Mau-X'dren without actually seeming to do so. "She'll not escape." Lienth> Nisanth doesn't care *where*! He was descending in the first place, and as that flash of radiance vanishes into the thick shawl of mist, he tucks his wings and freefalls after her. No spins, twists, spirals, corkscrews, nothing fancy. He falls blindly, his massive form stretched to its limits, eyes wide open as he disappears after her. He lingers there, in that swirling mass of mist, slowing. Perhaps she won't see him if he waits here, patient but oh so impatient... Claws flex, tail swishes, and he gives the first sound in ages: a longing, hopeful croon. Oh, Mauroth, where are you? Lienth> Mauroth senses that Lienth may not be able to see you, but he is still there, and he makes this known <> But as before, his tones are laced with the combination of your colors and his, winding forever through the skies. Maybe? X'dren coughs a weak laugh--apparrently his energy's running very low. His legs are shaking, face white. "Convenient, that," he pants, eyes still glazed... Al'ric rubs his face vigorously, trying to clear the haze from his vision as if the fog without were masking his gaze within. "Ugh," he mutters, and means it. Catalina gasps, pinning X'dren with a stare that fills with mixed emotions. "Clever, clever man," she concludes at last, managing a poor excuse for a laugh. "Clever, clever dragon..oh..oh, Faranth.." T'mren grits his teeth, "Stop wriggling, you bloody green, and get caught." he mutters, under his breath, sweating hard now. Lienth> Mauroth shirlls a soft, amused tone, echoing amid the fog... and one can see the fog swirl as if something spirals--and darts only slightly to the side to be in the collision course for... Cevodnioth. Green snags the passing bronze in a snug embrace. "Don't talk about Mauroth like that," Catalina wheezes, muscles taut, knuckles white as her long fingernails scrape against her palms. Wait. No. NO! Screeching unhappily, she tears from the weyr. Al'ric pages to Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, T'mren, and X'dren: Wooo! Well done, T'mren! Congrats!!! Catalina walks down the stone steps into the floor of the bowl. Catalina has left. Lienth> Cevodnioth begins to croon pleasurably as his long wings extend over Mauroth and embrace her, his tail twining with hers. Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth gratsies! Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Well done T'mren and Cev! >> Lienth> Lienth lets out a cry that echoes throughout the bowl, and then he lowers himself down, warbling softly to Mauroth, and then turning, tail still wagging as ever, heading for the ground. T'mren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren: I'M DA MAN! ;) You walk down the stone steps into the floor of the bowl. Lienth> Tiganath bellows and snarls, then tears away to placate his ego somewhere else. Hrmph! Lienth> Tiganath circles lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. Lienth> Tiganath has left. Lienth> You fly lower in the bowl, towards the west wall. Lienth> Above you, Pryth screeches as the collision course is seen through the fog. He turns back to the bowl. Lienth> Tiganath wings down to a quick landing on Yventh's ledge, low on the western bowl wall. X'dren pages to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and T'mren: Congrats, T'mren. Most points. Good, good, /good/ RP, the rest of you, but this was based on points earned before the Flight. Lienth> You backwing to a neat landing on the ground. From afar, to Al'ric, Catalina, Fiora, Sonya, and X'dren, T'mren hugs. I didn't desrve it! You guys were awesome....:) High in the bowl, Pryth spirals downward in the bowl, towards the western wall. Al'ric pages to Catalina, Fiora, T'mren, and X'dren: Ah, well, X'dren, win or lose, it was a spiff flight, well done! From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, and T'mren, Catalina nodnodnods. Thanks lots! Long distance to Al'ric, Catalina, T'mren, and X'dren: Fiora nodnods, it was! From afar, to Al'ric, Fiora, T'mren, and X'dren, Catalina nodnodnods. Thanks lots! (adds X'dren) Al'ric comes down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. Al'ric has arrived. Blindly, Fiora struggles towards Lienth, reaching up for his straps, and replacing them without a word. Time to head home. 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.