April 5, 1997 Star Stones [T'lor and friends are playing darts when...] (Tynan) K'yo peers around a corner, looking quite distracted. A smug firelizard chirps from his shoulder.. Allison tosses a dart at the dartboard. Allison cringes at the site of his dart landing next to a sleeping firelizard. L'vian crooks a finger at T'lor."Well..evidently you wanted to have your way with me. Come here, love." Allison thinks she might get sick. L'vian thinks he'll be veddy happy. Elora has arrived. T'lor blinks at the words, but steps closer to L'vian anyway. Sweet Pea gives a chitterwhistle. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Spinner has arrived. (Jisanth) Cambrith croons << hubba hubba. Nice lady>> L'vian shrugs lightly."I don't *bite*, T'lor. I promise." He gently takes T'lor's hand and kisses *it*, first. Elora wanders in looking distracted, she just wanted to get away from the chatter in the caeverns...and there's something going on in here too. Rats. Interesting though. (Jisanth) Ryslth's wings fold suddenly with a distinct snap, as her talons extend to full length her legs extending she dives towards a fat and juicy looking herdbeast who has managed to become seperated from the flock. (Jisanth) Jisanth's face is sprayed with the golden touch of midday, and the gleam off of Rylsth's hide as he wings his way to the feeding pens. (Jisanth) Ryslth swoops down towards the scattering herds in the feeding pen. (Jisanth) Nhetoth swoops down towards the scattering herds in the feeding pen. (Jisanth) Cambrith licks his chops and drools at the golden sight (Jisanth) Cevyth swoops down to join the glowing queen and other males in the pens below. (Jisanth) Cevyth swoops down towards the scattering herds in the feeding pen. Tarah blinks at what is ggoing on. Allison shivers and takes a seat at the couch. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Jaggernoth pounces with relish on a buck. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Ryslth latches onto a hapless herdbeast her talons biting deep into it, as she skids to a stop her leg muscles already working to rend the beast end from end and her muzzle dipping into the beast's throat and starting to suck the hot sweet blood from its neck. T'lor blushes at the lips against his hand, or is that redness from something else? Perhaps he can't ignore the rising lust from dragon link as he had hoped, but still comes closer. His thoughts aren't on who all is here. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Nhetoth drops down from the sky above, rumbles echoing amongst the sounds of paniced beasts. Wings flare as he brakes, deadly talons snatching up a herderbeast and scything. Blood sprays and beast twitches. The giant bronze lands and the blooding begins. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Janareth swoops low, eyes flaring red as he singles out a particularly juicy-looking herdbeast. (Jisanth) Feeding Pens (Jisanth) The cupric tang of life's energy hangs heavy in the air and whirls with a nauseous glee across the wide expanse of feeding ground that takes up half of the southern end of the bowl. The startled cries of herdbeast and wherry alike are quickly muffled by the rapid descent of dragon bulk, soon to be silenced forever, leaving behind a mottled pool of blood, the only testimony that they ever existed. A twisted barrier of wood surrounds the outer perimeter, keeping the beasts within the corral and, conveniently enough, providing a perch for both human and 'lizard. (Jisanth) Rukbat shines down happily on you; there is not a cloud to be seen. It is a spring midday. (Jisanth) Lounging on the pen rails, you see Bruno and Spinner. (Jisanth) You see Azraeth, Xandrath, Janareth, Arkanth, Jaggernoth, Ryslth, Nhetoth, and Cevyth here. (Jisanth) From here you can go: (Jisanth) Bowl Up Watering Hole (Jisanth) Arkanth titlts his azure head this way and that watching with undisgised curiosty, a small beast seems to startle and move from the group and he ponces on the young hearbeast tearing it's throat and munching away at it's carecas. (Jisanth) Xandrath leaps up off the ground, two wing beats and he's reached the herd where he lands with his mouth around a wherry hen's neck, drinking, eyes glowing and glued to the glowing queen. He doesn't want to miss a beat. Elora's aren't either but she's not completely oblivious to what's going on in here. She glowers at L'vian but that's about all. L'vian's lashes lift as he loks at T'lor with a frankly curious expression. This is not a good idea(tm)."C'mon, you."He gently leads T'lor from the room--provided he'll follow. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Jaggernoth flaps long wings with serene ease as she flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Arkanth whips the beast around splattering blood everywhere as he tried to drink his fill from the baby. (Tynan) Sihaya curls closer to the corner with wary eye on the people around her. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Cambrith has already filled his tummy. thank you. he'll watch the orgy as he drools over the lovely golden lady (Jisanth) Jisanth cups the wind with the gleam of his wings' sails, catching the shimmer of ray's along the ripple of muscles as he lands on a bellowing beast. It thrashes in the talons of his forepaws before being dispatched by a slice of teeth against its throat. It seems the annoyance he had disappears from his form as the blood flows from the creature's neck. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Jaggernoth has arrived. (Jisanth) Cevyth waits impatiently for a beast to run in his direction. On does and he pounces on it, biting into it's neck with verocity and blooding it. (Tynan) G'kar watches his weyrmate in her huddle, eyes still showing some concern, for now, but slowly the bloolust takes over him.. (Jisanth) Janareth drops down on the herdbeast's back, breaking it, while at the same time raking talons over its throat. The beast drops and the bronze dragon lands beside it, licking at the blood as it begins to flow. T'lor blinks and shakes his head. Quickly he kisses the man's cheek and leaves a whisper in his ear. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Jaggernoth gnaws at the belly of his beast, suckling life nouishing blood form it, een as it screams in anger and pain. L'vian lifts a shoulder."Depends." (Jisanth) Xandrath dispatches another beast, neat, efficient, and very focused, drinking while watching the glowing queen. He doesn't make a mess, rend the carcass - he's really got to be looking his best, now. (Jisanth) A flash of a golden tail is followed by a brief pitiful grunt, overpowered by a triumphant roar as Ryslth's tail crushes the life from another herdbeast who wandered too near, her muzzle turns and latches onto her new prey, throat pumping hungrily as the new beast's life blood is swallowed. The Beast giving a few final jerks before dying. T'lor steps back and feels likes blood is pouring over his chest. He looks down but sees none, then frowns. "Shells, I should get out of here." (Tynan) K'yo slips in around the corner. Much as he doesn't /want/ to intrude on the weyrmates, with however many tons of bronze dragon pushing him he's not got a chance. (Jisanth) Nhetoth snarls as his neck swings and tosses the discarded, drained carcass aside, to where it falls in a broken, saddned bundle of torn flesh and broken bones. Legs heave, muscles ripple and he jumps on another strikened beast, powerful claws squuezing as bones crack. A terrified squeal is hushed as maw fasten to neck and blood spirts, stainign bronze with brigh crimson. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Jaggernoth's long, pointed muzzle lifts, then swings like an axis point to fiond yet another beats, which is disemboweled with a murderous swipe; down it goes as he chews and then drinks, growling with sadistic glee. Allison looks at T'lor and puts a hand on his arm, "What's wrong?" she asks softly. T'lor snarls and stalks out of the room. Lower Caverns From here you can go: Main Cavern Baths Forked Hallway Candidates Chamber Game Room Children's Quarters Resident's Hall Craft Hall Main Living Cavern Tiarla, Lorren, Joat, and BoBo are here. From here you can go: Hallway Bowl Gaming Room Kitchen Infirmary BoBo looks around worriedly, a peice of paper strung around his neck and him looking rather shy Northern Curve of the Bowl Rukbat shines down happily on you; there is not a cloud to be seen. It is a spring midday. From here you can go: Central Bowl Tunnel Eastern Curve Living Cavern Western Curve Ground Weyrs (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Cambrith pounces on a herderbeast that got too close. Oh well. He enjoysblood, hot and juicy running down his chin (Jisanth) Janareth begins taking in the blood of his prey, making quite a mess. He nips at the animal's neckflesh, trying to get at the blood faster...and is surprised to find no controlling influence preventing him from eating the animal's flesh. He tilts up his head to swallow the bit of beast-neck, then lowers his muzzle down to take another bite, still expecting his rider to force him to take just the blood. (Jisanth) Cevyth doesn't wait this time, he fells another beast and bloods it with haste. He lifts his muzzle which is dripping with blood to look for another victim...maybe. (Jisanth) Arkanth pokes a bloody muzzle up from his kill and watches the glowing golden treasure rumbling impatiently as he bounces in place his wings streach in anticipation his taste for blood sated as he keep whirling eyes on the beatiful queen. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. Ground Weyrs Rukbat shines down happily on you; there is not a cloud to be seen. It is a spring midday. You see Sihyak here. From here you can go: Bowl Invalid Weyr Ground Weyr L'rian has arrived. L'rian wanders toward Guest Ground Weyr. (Tynan) L'rian has arrived. (Jisanth) Jisanth lashes at the ground with his tail, irritated that his victim has stopped pulsing out blood for his hungry throat. His head too lifts up to glance at the lady... A heartbeat then his muscles bunch up to expand into a playful pounce on another scattered furry blood bucket. Guest Ground Weyr Perched somewhere up high, you see Tynan. You see Vandeth here. T'bias is asleep here. Sihaya, G'kar, K'yo, and L'rian are here. From here you can go: Out (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Cambrith looks up from his bloodless lunch. Blood and drool drips from his chin. <> (Jisanth) From Outside the Feeding Pens, Caeth has arrived. (Jisanth) Xandrath crouches to the ground, hind claws tearing at the earth, a low rumble almost constant in his chest and throat. Fast whirling eyes and fast beating heart show the energy intake as it takes effect. His glowing gaze is fixed so determinedly on the queen, watching for the slightest clue as to when she may launch. Sihaya glaring openly at the men as she shakes her hair furiously as her lifemate's thirst fillingher. T'lor follows the gathering riders, bumping into a few, saying excuse me to others. Gaze shifts about the flood of light to readjust to the quarters. L'rian lounges against the wall, actually wincing at Sihaya's glare. He had nothing to do with it, honest.:P (Jisanth) Cambrith swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. (Jisanth) Ryslth lumbers away from her finished herdbeast, eyeing the flock, her attention momentarily drawn to the surrounding males, a furiousl Bellowed challenge erupts from her throat as she turns quickly and jumps upwards into the air before landing onto of another happless beast her muzzle savagely tearing its head from its shoulders and starting to gorge on the flowing red blood. (Jisanth) From Outside the Feeding Pens, Caeth waddles intently toward Eastern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Warm crimson liquid flows into the burning body of the giant bronze Nhetoth, feeding his desire, life for life. Tail snaps as he feasts, calws gouging into the ground. Eyes whorl as they wacth, waiting for the coming storm, upon the gold, always the gold, only the gold. Maw releases death grip on carcass and it falls useless, forgotten to his feet. Elora has arrived. G'kar tries to give Sihaya a reassuring smile, but it comes out all wrong, toothy, expectant.. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth lets loose a dark, angry roar, smashing a large beast down; needle sharp teeth clamp onto the throat of the creature, forcing the life's blood to flow into welcoming throat and gullet. Tail lashes back and forth, back and forth; a snakelike, primal motion. (Jisanth) From Outside the Feeding Pens, Roney has arrived. (Jisanth) From Outside the Feeding Pens, Roney flitters toward Feeding Pens. (Jisanth) Roney has arrived. (Jisanth) Boredome takes the blues attention from the goilden treasure a moment as he decides to stir up the lunch buffet. He starts snapping at the heals and hooves of the heardbests getting them stirred and nervous. Bouncing after a few with nipping muzzle he pops his head up once again to locate her magestic beauty. (Jisanth) Janareth continues to eat from his herdbeast, growling at its dead form, though he takes only the hottest, softest parts of the animal. Occasionally he tilts his head to make sure the queen hasn't flown yet, but otherwise his meal occupies his attention. (Jisanth) Jisanth echoes his own below to the one she releases from her blood-laden throat, the two cries blend with the other screams of defiance that rise up from the males one by one. Then the next beast he used begins to get chill on the spring day, even though the heat of his belly crushes against it. T'lor slumps against a wall as he watches the weyrmates far from him. Shardit, Jisanth, why must you torment me so? (Jisanth) Blood soaked talons, slice through the air, a whistling keen ending with a dull soggy crump as a golden limb tears a neaby wherry in half, the following golden muzzle lashing through the bodybreifly, barely tasting the red liquid before a slumbering urge for escape brings itself to the fore. A furious roar echoes from the walls as muscles tense briefly and lust powers Rysth into the air! (Jisanth) Ryslth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Xandrath launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. With a sleepy chirp Sniper appears from ::between::! (Jisanth) Nhetoth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Arkanth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Cambrith launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Sky Above the Feeding Grounds (Jisanth) Across the wide expanse of feeding ground the low thrum of hoofbeats, the hungered rumble of dragons, and the soured tang of spillt blood combines into a chilling symphony that assaults your senses, drawing your attention to the harried carnage below. The occasional breeze that blows by provides little help in dispelling the stifling smell of the hunt. (Jisanth) Rukbat shines down happily on you; there is not a cloud to be seen. It is a spring midday. (Jisanth) Flittering around is Jaggernoth. (Jisanth) You see Ryslth, Xandrath, Nhetoth, Arkanth, and Cambrith here. (Jisanth) From here you can go: (Jisanth) Down Eastern Curve Up (Jisanth) Central Bowl Training Grounds Lake Sihaya steps on a rider's foot who came too close to her. Flashing cobalt eyes promise more damage to the next foolish person who invades her space. (Jisanth) Ryslth bellows her fury again, her wings lifting her fast and hard her need for escape driving her away from the following males easily as she seeks the freedom of flight. (Jisanth) Janareth has arrived. (Jisanth) Spinner has arrived. (Jisanth) Ryslth flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Jisanth still has a beast intangled in his talons, but doesn't get too far off the ground before dropping it. Its form squishes against the ground, slightly bouncing even before rolling into a dead pile for cleanup. K'yo hops on one foot for a moment. Oh well, it was worth it. He keeps on hanging about, not /that/ close anymore, however.. (Jisanth) Xandrath soars easily on widespread wings toward High Above the Feeding Grounds. (Jisanth) Nhetoth screams a maddeing challenge, powerful voice thundering his cries as wings beat soldily, lifting the bronze aloft, slowly, already the gold drifting ahead. The chase is on, as legs fold beneath him, wind whistlign along his slee hide, over turtle shelled markings. T'lor would laugh if he was in a humours mood. (Jisanth) Arkanth flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Freedom loving sin't she? But boy she's a sight to behold (Jisanth) Sky Above the Center of the Bowl (Jisanth) Surrounded by the stark gray of Telgar Weyr's bowl, you glide amidst errant gusts of wind, navigating past the myriad of dragons that reside within the Weyr's majestic walls. (Jisanth) Rukbat shines down happily on you; there is not a cloud to be seen. It is a spring midday. (Jisanth) You see Ryslth and Arkanth here. (Jisanth) From here you can go: (Jisanth) Down Eastern Curve Up (Jisanth) Northern Curve Feeding Grounds (Jisanth) Western Curve Training Grounds (Jisanth) Nhetoth has arrived. (Jisanth) Xandrath has arrived. (Jisanth) Nhetoth screams a maddeing challenge, powerful voice thundering his cries as wings beat soldily, lifting the bronze aloft, slowly, already the gold drifting ahead. The chase is on, as legs fold beneath him, wind whistlign along his slee hide, over turtle shelled markings. (Jisanth) Xandrath flares his wings and glides higher. (Jisanth) Spinner has arrived. (Jisanth) Cambrith has arrived. (Jisanth) Xandrath circles downward from above. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth has arrived. (Jisanth) Janareth has arrived. (Jisanth) Arkanth bounds after the golden mistress of the light, wings unfurled as he strives to keep up bobbing up and back on the changing currents. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Splendor has arrived. (Jisanth) Cevyth has arrived. (Jisanth) Xandrath bellows loudly, adding his voice to the others as he soars so swiftly in on the tail (so he thinks) of the gold. He soars higher than the others, watching and waiting and flying and watching - keeping up as close as he can. (Jisanth) Jisanth mirrors the bounce of discarded beast with a virtual hop of his own against the currents of the air. Mouth opens to take in a bit of her scent mingled with the blood on her jaws and even the fresh splash on his own, then shuts again before too much air is gulped down. (Jisanth) Cambrith maybe young and inexperience but watching that golden beauty ahead of him stirs something primal in his repitian heart. (Jisanth) Cevyth lags behins, his small blue shape with wings beating frantically to catch up caome into view. (Jisanth) Ryslth bellows again at the puny males following her without looking back as golden wings lift her effortlessly up higher and higher, leaving the lips of the bowl below her as she embraces freedom, called onwards by her blood heated need she climbs and climbs. T'lor's jaws clench tight as he feels the presence of another rider close to him. His gaze turns from G'kar and Sihaya over to Elora, then back to the goldrider before he's noticed. Elora came in some time ago but has stayed against the walls, she's not sure why she wandered in here. Call it fate...or stalking even. She watches Sihaya and T'lor alternately.That is when she's not lost in the skies with her dragon. Sihaya glances toward the open door on the other side of the room. A dim thought comes across her mind and she starts moving slowly toward that side of the room. (Jisanth) Arkanth tries to climb after the lovely gold he bounds up higher and higher she looks much more fun to jump on than any old bareel after all. He swoops in swearving directions playing hide and seek incase she looks over her shoulder cant surprise the lady if your seen after all. (Jisanth) Nhetoth knows the gold has bloded well; this flight promises neither to be easy or short. Shoulders surge as the slow starting giant begins to build up speed, eyes locked firmly on the goal, teh glowing, glorious gold who taunths them al so with her freedom. Up and up he climbs, catching currents to help him beyond straglers, teh young and teh old. (Jisanth) Janareth calls out after the queen. The first effects of his gorging are beginning to show, as he has to struggle enormously to keep up with the pack of chasers. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth throws his lanky, sinewy frame skywards, lips writhing back in a feral snarl as he stalks after Ryslth, ichor pumping heatedly through veins; skin reflects the sun as he gains altitude and speed. (Jisanth) Xandrath sweeps higher, wings pumping with the energy so recently imbibed, glistening wings straining and snapping full as they press against the wind. He trusts his most youthful energy to carry over where experience may fail him. (Jisanth) Cambrith soars higher and higher Bugling his love to the four winds of fate. G'kar watches as Sihaya slowly slips away, haunted look in his eyes. Tongueflicks out to moisten parched lips, and hands clench. (Jisanth) Cevyth wings falls into a smoother pace, made for sprints he is not but long distance he can do. He takes up position at the back of the pack, even beating of his wings keeping up the pace now. L'rian makes no move to folow, though his dark eyes burn--with anger and lust mingling brightly.--as they follow her path. (Jisanth) Jisanth swerves up on the cloudless sky with steady, wavelike movements. The weyr falls into a hazy shadow behind the group of pursuers, some bellowing, some calling, but his own throat is silent. Strength gathers up into the slap of wingbeats against thermals, using each new one that he finds to gain speed and proximity to /her/. T'lor swallows as /she/ comes this way. Pupils dilate with the urgin on of the mind of dragon and his own... urges. Gaze slips down to the floor then back to her, letting his want and need show on the tortured features of his face. (Jisanth) Bloods fury continues to burn within her as she effortlessly climbs higher still, golden wings slicing through the air as another instict calls breifly, causing a momentary loss of speed as her head flicks back to appraise her pursuers, Ryslth's challenging bugle is lost into the thin air as she regains her speed. K'yo sidles along as Sihaya moves away, his dragon's pushing keeping him as close to her as safety permits. That is, out of hitting/kicking range. Sniper flitters down to K'yo's shoulder and hides behind his neck such strange humanpets in here. His muzzle is the first to disappear then *slip* he slides down K'yo's back and into the shirt. K'yo erps, and is far too distracted to be able to remove a firelizard. It'll just have to stay there. Sihaya inhales the clean air from the breeze stirring outside the weyr and forces the men back with a blood induced glare. (Jisanth) Arkanth pupms smallish blue wings trying to keep up with his treasure he rummbles to her batting his eyeridges trying to get her attention as larger more powerful beasts pass him in flight, upwards he soars faster and faster trying to keep in the running for the prize of the lady of choise. (Jisanth) Further ahead she speeds, crimson lifeblood fueling her far beyond their abilities; as yet. Nhetoth pushes on, skill, determintation, lust, all driving him to his fullest. Wings snap as he arcs around a brown, continuing to climb after her, higher an higher. Soon, she shall, she must falter and they will come to her, but for now, it is her time. T'lor steps back from the glare, and presses flat against the chill of the cavern wall. A slap of mind against mind brings him a step forward instead, toward the woman whose being is interposed onto gleaming winged being. (Jisanth) Janareth falls into rythmic flight, climbing steadily in pursuit. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth's sharp edged wings wave upon the wind, pushing him onwards; after the gleaming form of Ryslth goes honey smothered bronze; eyes whirl with hot, unchecked lust. Serpentine tail behaves as a rudder even as wingspars keep their system of checks and balances moving in tandem as he hunts, calculatingly, Ryslth's every move, haunted by primal desires. (Jisanth) Cambrith bugles and pours on the speed. He shouldn't had that wherry beast earlier. He is definitely putting on weight. He bugles as he catches a rainbow glint off the golden lady ahead. G'kar takes a deep breath, heart pumping as his mindseye watches teh gold dance far ahead, needing to be near Sihaya, but wise enough still not to appraoch.. Sniper chirples and works his way around to the front of K'yo's shirt a small lizard head peeks out from between the buttons and he squeels happily watching the people. (Jisanth) Xandrath uses Ryslth's lowering of speed, even for that short a moment, to his advantage. Rather than trying to catch ground he manouvers against the other bronzes, dipping in front of one here and startling it to slowing a beat, cutting off another's thermal from below - all in the guise of gaining a closer position to Ryslth. In the middle of the front of the pack, he rumbles in his exertion to keep up with the flashing gold so distressingly ahead of him. L'rian takes a step backwards, breathing harshly; his gaze fastens on Sihaya, and yet, his timidity keeping him at a distance. (Jisanth) Cevyth continues to bring up the rear of the pack, persueing /her/ with complete devotion, if not with the speed of other. He lets a cry of his own echo that of theleading gold, the prize. (Jisanth) Jisanth rides on a rising gust of wind full of promise and dreams of her, the only thing filling his mind and his eye. She that blocks out even the glare of Rukbat that shines down on all the glistening forms that wiggle through the air. A snap of wingbeats as he falters with the cut-off of Xandrath, but he quickly regains his steady movements after only a breath of hesitation to regain his position near her right flank of pursuers. Elora's eyes are lost, mind following her dragon. She is now as committed as he. T'lor's knuckles go white with the determination to control himself. They then release and reflex into one and then across his chest, to hold off the feelings of urgency... of need.. of lust... of more. Lips snarl up as dragon slips in the air, then straighten again when his lifemate finds his niche quickly. Sihaya murmurs something over and over like an odd chant. Her pale lips tremble, but continue the murmuring phrases over and over. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Dewdrop pops in from ::between:: (Jisanth) Ryslth screams as once again another urge fights with her urge for freedom, a tendon wrenching wsnap closes her wings as her tail is thrown to her right spinning her in mid air to plummet downwards, back towards the weyr past her pursing suitors she dives, speed reaching its maximun as wings are gradually eased back out leaving her pumping away from the male, in the opposite direction, a below of satisfaction echoing from the bowl below her but closing fast. (Jisanth) Nhetoth is quiet, a silent hunter that stalks his prey. let others waste their energy on futile cries that avail nort. His enegry is channeled to where it is needed the most, the chasing of the prey, and a prey unlike any others. Succulent and sweet, she is beautiful beyond all. tail streams behind him as maddened bronze forces himself onwards, ingnoring coming strains and aches. All are worth it for her sake. A sudden change in direction and he folds his wings, bancking fat to drop, hurtling after her,, all other ignored as little more than obsatcles. A blue is scattered as the hulk ofthe bronze streams past him. Wings snap open, pulling out of the floor and gliding on after, then snapping to propel him more. (Jisanth) Cambrith catches an updraft and soars up over and closer to this lovely vision of dragonkind. He soars and then dives. Dives deep and swift like an arrow let loose from a bow. She's so close and yet so far. Lovely lady, indeed. (Jisanth) Arkanth blinks and dives for cover as the gold dives toward the ground and his smaller frame remembering too late the point here was catching the beauty he flips and pumps faster in pursuit of the lady again bugling his intentions loudly. His wing spread and flap with as much power as he can put into the chase long bursts speed him onward. G'kar watches Sihaya as she murmurs before him, eyes look on her form, hands clenching and unclenching, a soft hiss coming from exhalation of breath. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth snaps wings in against his body, falling like a torpedo towards the weyr and Ryslth, nearly snagging himself against a ledge in his urgent desire to right himself as she moves away; in doing, sweeps under a larger bronze and betwixt several browns. Come *here*, thy beauteous gold! Maw opens, allowing teeth and tounge to rend the air as jaws open and close, gulping air. (Jisanth) Xandrath dips his body into the tightest turn he can manage, considering he is surrounded by so many other dragons dropping and turning at once. He drops like a metallic arrow, wings in to his sides and body twisting to right himself and give chase, wings opening suddenly with a loud snap, catching and treading on the wind, holding his course so steady to the golden sun flying so tantilizingly close. (Jisanth) Jisanth angles down his left wing to skip this thermal for the space between them. Calmness for less than the time it takes for him to find her again in the sereneness of sky, and skirting around the flounder of blue he finds the path again. Sketching across the bowl's floor, his shadow grows and lengths again as bronze form searches out to regain his position at her right flank, though many quick beats of wings zap at his energy... but not at the core of energy that sloshes around in him in the form of stolen blood. (Jisanth) Cevyth fold his wings and dives after her, his position in the back leaves him room to manouver in closer behind her, not much but enough to pull ahead of a lazy brown. He is beginning to tire but wil not let it be known. He picks up the pace of his persuit, still near the end of the group. T'lor closes his eyes, tight, then reopens him and finds himself staring at Sihaya again. He doesn't see the dragon for an instant and starts to step back again, but then before he can reach the coldness of wall, her form is replaced with the flank of golden hide. (Jisanth) Janareth finds himself struggling harder and harder to keep up, and as he falls away from Ryslth's majestic glow, the fog of lust diminishes... And, finally, he gives up and banks around and begins a slow return journey home. (Jisanth) Ryslth's brain registers danger in the form of an approaching wall a wing flares breifly, another turn, skimming along the wall and downwards, leaves her tracing along the edge of the weyr for a moment, again freedoms urge fills her as she pushes herself harder and faster into the flight, golden wings forcing the air behind as another roar of pure fury pulses from a blood stained maw. A'treyu, rider of Falkorth, presses past another rider to leave as his dragon drops out of the race. (Jisanth) Nhetoth blazes on in avid, passioned pursuit, eyes whorling brighter and faster as gold tantalizing, slowly draws nearer, always just that bit to far out of reach; yet. Sinews, fibres, soul, all are forced into the chase, aches pushed aside for now. Great wings arches through the air as he arrows through the air, winds whistling and hissing around him. As others fall away, the core chases race on. Glittering arc swirls through the air as he banks sharp to twsist after the turning gold, listening to her cries of rage, pushing himself as she pushes herself. (Jisanth) Arkanth zooms across the ground almost his smaller frame giving him the advantage of manuverability he twists in and out of the bowl before picking up speed and a gust of warm air lifts him higher once again. (Jisanth) Cambrith banks, losing speed but not hieght. He is tiring but valiently regains his speed. This lovely golden charmer is crafty but he can learn to be craftier. Freedom in love is freedom indeed. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth's tiring wings pump on insistently, as the young bronze refuses to give over; he has determined to see this through to the very end. Careless flying nearly dashes him into the wall; only a sharp twist of serpentine body saves him. Snake's head whips as he centers again on the gold; broght body arrows after her, a mere line of tarnished amber gold spurred on by heated ichor and willful abhorrence for failure. (Jisanth) Xandrath hisses as the flight enters the confines of the bowl again. The giant windcurrents from above are left behind, and the traffic of firelizards being bowled over is increased.. Spinner is just too small a gold to interest him ;) Xandrath holds his compact body taunt in flight, ready to chop and change as quickly as he can - which is quite quick. Skimming along the inside the bowl he keeps away from the distractions of the side, she'll have to come away from there soon enough! Sihaya stomps violently at the ground around her with two pools of blue flames gleaming from her face. J'my gets caught up in his dragons chase and dares forget himself stepping close to the gold rider and actually touches her, just brushing his hand over her shoulder. G'kar matches Sihaya's look, unphased, almost taking a step towards her, but restrains, knowing things are not yet done.. Sihaya kicks J'my's shin and moves away hissing something at the poor rider. (Jisanth) Jisanth skitters through the air but has no air-brakes, sadly, only the slap of wings against the wind. This motion brings him to a slide along the self-same path she takes, though not as graceful as she, for her turns of flying are a pro, but his sheer joy of this wonderous game. A playful bugle edges down to his throat as his silence is shattered when he regains his place of worship at her flanking right side, beating out a wheezing brown. J'my yeowls with pain and hops back quickly muttering under his breath as he watches the rider, storming himself he backs to a wall and pounds his head on it with need. (Jisanth) Janareth disappears softly ::between:: T'lor blinks at the violence, but, for some odd reason, is only the more so excited by it. (Jisanth) Cevyth corners smootly, his small form almost grazing the wall. He continues the chase, he will not give up no matter how far behind he falls, and he is not last. Only two lag behind him though. He pumps his wings ever harder and faster, but never makes any progress in the order of things. (Jisanth) Sensing her pursuits approach muscles under a golden hide again push themselves, freedoms fires yet to be extinguished, she dives and turns again, barely a dragons length from the ground she glides for barely a moment, dust from the bowl floor stirred by her passage as she stretches herself out for the open center of the bowl, gradually aiming upwards towards the clear skies. Sniper scratches his way up K'yo's stomach bored with his view already, biteing and clawing his way up the chest before him he manages his way from the shirt and flits up to pearch high. He chitters angrily as he has to clean droplets of blood from his perfectly painted talons. (Jisanth) Nhetoth turns as the gold turns, but does not go low, instead staying up above, with more room to maneavour and watch. SHoulders surge as all effort is put into the flight, straining to gain on her and leave others behind. Keen eyes try to keep track of her in dusts passing, but moe than dust is needed to keep him away.. (Jisanth) Cambrith dips, scattering dust, fire-lizards and whatever debris was around. He refuses to give up even if he is tiring. His eyes whorl with desire as the gold in front of him catches the sun once more, blinding him with its loveliness (Jisanth) Arkanth bugles his joy as the gold begins to climb again his small frame outmanuvering the larger beasts he stays high soring on curents over the golden queen, wondering if swearving into her path would be good or bad, he cuts to the right and continues to aim in her direction. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth turns with her, slipping a bit, then regaining some ground; he couldn't stand to be swept way from the gold's gleaming person, not for a second. Uneasy growl escapes him, and he pushes himself beyond normal limits, and he hisses in futile rage at the dust nearly blinding him; nostrils flare as the very scent of her guides him on to her; and, his valiant heart prays, to entwine with *her*, the one that fills his sight. (Jisanth) Xandrath doesn't follow her low trajectory - he places himself on an upwards glide, rising and pushing his way above the other dragons, losing some small speed from the increase of altitude. But not for long, his compact muscles pump those wide glistening - almost glowing - wings, using more of his flagging energy to gain a place at the head of and above the chasing flight, one eye turned on Nhetoth who seems to have chosen a similar strategy, the other oh so firmly affixed on Ryslth. (Jisanth) Jisanth turns his head before the rest of his body follows in the pursuit of pretty prize. Sliding through the air with the movements of the sea that gently caresses its way up to sandy shore, he gains up the distance that her frantic flight makes. Creating a brief haze, his lids flicker over flamed jewels, then gleam bright again as a new surgence of stretch helps him carry on. (Jisanth) Cevyth falls to the very end of the tail again as he is forced to clmb after her once more. His wings pump in slow laboured fashion as he forces himself to continue on. (Jisanth) Males everywhere, the other urge again rears, dominating her flight now, she will only have the best, the fastest and smartest, golden wings flare in a new effort as a sudden turn shift her trajectory to the right and a patch of open air, another quick turn sees her climbing in a new direction again away from the crowd, head thrown back to watch her suitor's responce. (Jisanth) Nhetoth darts one way, teh dodges back the other in his great lumbering stride, knowing that he can not outmanevour the flying gold; yet he does his best to stay with her in the turns. Long ahs the race gone, know muscles ache with effort to keep going, but he can not give up, must not, not with the prize now so near at hand. His eyes blaze with effort as they watch the queen watchign them.. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth responds only as best he can; refusing half her path, he opts to follow only her last turn, panting heavily as wings strain, eeking out every last dredge of energy as a sonorous bellow escapes his needlepoint maw; eyes bore into hers, a-whirl with as yet undiminished lust. (Jisanth) Cambrith sees the change of direction and swirls around, hard on her lovely tail. Knocking over a stall with his passing. He tries to get above her as he tires. Oh he made it. She is loveliness itself. Yes. Yes. Faster, higher. Yes. He's making it. (Jisanth) Arkanth's quck lithe form speeds along in pursuit hey he might not have the size but speed and manuverability that him, you bet. Wing pump after the prize, turn, ohh easy swish his direction changes almost before the larger beasts get around. (Jisanth) Jisanth, infused with that new surgence of strength that pumps and pulses through him on borrowed blood, ignores the twisting feeling that riddles his form as he finds his way through to the lower edge of pursuers, not the last, no, but those that can see the illumination of her belly silky skin like the full touch of Rukbat on the immense beaches of Ista. Head cranes up on slope of neck as he slides into his favored place at the right's edge, downwind and in view of a few more dragons dropping from the race. (Jisanth) Xandrath's inexperience leads him to make a grab /now/ for Ryslth - metallic talens extended in grab position he goes for her after her first swerve, only to come up empty-clawed as the gold is no longer there. He bellows loudly and frustratedly, losing some great ground as he swerves in a long curve, light playing copper highlights over his bronze body, and emphasising the terrible expression on his face. The youth that causes his inexperience is called on now, tired as he is he still feels as though he can fly forever, and he surges after *her* with more speed than he's ever brought out of his compact frame before. Sniper chitters to Elora and flitters down by her since she seems to be acting the most controled in the group of assembled humanpets. T'lor lets out a blow of steam like the rise of fresh klah from the bowels of his stomach. Again his fists clench to whiteness and he shuts tight his eyes, closing out the vision before him. Instead, the canopy of his inner lids is shown the gleam of golden hide wrapped around Sihaya's silk for skin. Elora is controlled only because he dragon is as he falls everymore behind but does not stop. Little passion is left in him, only pride to defend now. K'yo is mildly relieved as the little firelizard finally makes it's exit from his shirt. Then his mind is dragged right back to his dragon, a snarl echoing the bronzes emits quietly from his body, and other riders manage to push past /him/ as his dragon loses his place. But K'yo isn't one to back off and he starts elbowing his way back to where he started. L'rian keeps his place hugging the wall, timid little mouse waring with baser instincts. Finally, he steps forward, slowly, doe like, he trips through the growd, niftily 'bowing several away bfore they can swipe at him. G'kar licks his lips again, now lost above, beyong int eh swirlign flight of fragons and blood and lust. Steps bring him slowly closer to one prize, Sihaya, despite her flashign eyes (Jisanth) Cevyth gathers his strength once again and find there is more left than he thought. He pushes himself, moving up towards the pack again in surges and spurts. His wings will not fail him now. He flies to the end. (Jisanth) Ryslth stretches herself again, one last effort one last turn, a wall coming dangerously close, unseen as her slightly less used left wing flares with remaining strength whipping her around into another trajectory, her last efforts going into a final burst of speed. (Jisanth) Arkanth tires quickly as he tries to keep up with the golden treasure not as fast on speed bursts still he tries to stay up and in the way if not able to catch he may as well at least cause others dificulty in the arena. His talons flex wanting to make a grab for the glorious gold though no where near enough to the beauty. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth's reserves, dangerously close to failing him, provide him with the very last of themselves; after he he aligns long, thin body; all roiling volcano is he. Wings flare dramatically as he reaches for golden Ryslth, teeth bared and tail whipping; fury and passion entwine within jewellike eyes. (Jisanth) Nhetoth surges, ever last ounce of enegry forced into this last gallant effort to snatch the gold from beneath he muzzles of the other contendors. Only burnign pride and resolution has kept him going til the bitter end. Tail snaps free as claws reach out, darting down and towards her, reaching, straining for the golden beauty.. L'rian wanders toward Ground Weyrs. (Jisanth) Cevyth's turn is sloppy this time and he loses out again as he pulls himself away from the wall. Final burst of speed brings him closer only to another blue not the gold, but he tries vainly to catch up to her. (Jisanth) Xandrath is unhampered by wings and straining bodies about him - he's so far to the side of the flight now that he's flying on his own. He is far from giving up, however. Nothing would convince him to reliquish the chance for the gold until the outcome is well and truly seen. He reaches deep into his own mind and body, draws on strength from his rider, and hurls himself through the air, faster and faster as he comes at her from the side, her new direction taking her along a line in front of him. He hurtles forward, wings beating ever so swiftly, straining almost to breaking, nostrils flared so wide and the air almost forced into his lungs from the speed of his flight. Forlegs extend, claws tucked back, as he speeds closer and closer... (Jisanth) Cambrith bulges as he dives towards this vision of liquid gold that has been taunting him forever it seems. He reaches as he hisses with passions entwining (Jisanth) Jisanth slaps sails through the air as the wall looms up close, but quickly enough to slow up to skim off to her new direction and higher to near the gleam of belly glow. Succulently sweet she calls to him, making him outstretch talons and whip up tail, striving for the seduction sequence that the other males too vie for. Stretching out to allow the bronze to fly through the air on his back and rise at the same time with an endeavor of want and desire that mirrors into his lifemate's mind, his wings glisten in the heightening glow in spring sky. (Jisanth) The spring sky is no match for the shimmer of distance that shortens between golden belly and reaching bronze legs as Jisanth nears the prize and tangles up into her before she can fly into another nearing wall. T'lor swallows as the lust builds in his belly and other sections of body best left unmentioned. His eyes open to shed carnal lust out and over Sihaya's form... G'kar has disconnected. Sihaya blinks a few times trying to remove the searing flame across her eyes and mind. K'yo stumbles slightly as the connection to his dragon is broken so suddenly from that great intensity. Blinking, he backs off and staggers outside.. (Jisanth) Jaggernoth flies toward Sky Above the Training Grounds. K'yo ambles toward Ground Weyrs. L'rian wanders toward Ground Weyrs. (Jisanth) A bellow of both fury and triumph as a bronze body entangles hers is Rysth's last call as she entangles herself with The young Jisanth's boddy wilingly, her wings giving their last as she lets him take her weight and his prize. (Jisanth) Cambrith veers off and looks for a proddy green somewhere. he gives a sigh as he flies into the sunset Elora walks with a gentle swing of her hips toward Ground Weyrs. (Jisanth) Jisanth tumbles with the weight, enjoying the feel of her warmth against his skin, then stretches out his wings with a flap of sail and carries her along. The two tangled forms glide toward the ground, mingling tails and twisting necks. (Jisanth) Cambrith Spreads his wings and soars using the air currents to full advantage toward Sky Above the Eastern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Xandrath flies tiredly off to sulk somewhere. T'lor reaches out to the woman with his arms, their shaking is mirrored by the shaking of his knees as weakness and stretch all in one bring him to her. (Jisanth) Xandrath soars easily on widespread wings toward Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl. Sihaya doesn't hesistate and sears any lips near her. Guest Ground Weyr (Jisanth) Sky Above the Center of the Bowl (Jisanth) Ryslth flares her wings and glides higher. (Jisanth) High Above the Center of the Bowl (Jisanth) Ryslth backwings gently towards the star stones. (Jisanth) Star Stones (Jisanth) Jisanth untangles from Ryslth just in time to alight on the stones. T'lor presses his shaking form into you as the dragons mingle as one then alight on stones. He searches your back with his hands and then your mouth with his own. (Jisanth) Jisanth extends his neck to rub up against the warmth of her hide affectionately. His throat warbbles out with admiration and awe. (Jisanth) Ryslth rumbles contentedly, twining her neck around her new mates, her thoughts content as her eyes resume a more familiar green tone. (Jisanth) Jisanth gives a low croon in his throat....whirling eyes admiring the golden queen at his side...oh so nice and warm. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( She's wonderful love. ) (Jisanth) T'lor . o O ( Yes, she is... ) T'lor presses you back onto the warm folds of furs on a cot as dragons' minds swirl amongst those in the room. After the violent, yet tender, union, he rests on you lightly and gazes down into your eyes. Searching one feature of your face then the next, he seems unsure what to do... so just smiles. He runs his finger down your cheek then rolls over to cuddle his form against yours and puts your head on his outstretched arm. Sihaya blinks up at you, but no real alarm shows in her eyes. [fade out...]