[Disclaimer: The World of Pern is copyright (c) to Anne McCaffrey 1967. The Dragonriders of Pern (R) is a registered copyright. No profit-making or copyright infringement is intended. ] Spectreth + Jisanth @ 9 pm EST 5/2/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Logged from T'lor/Jisanth's perspective) The current weather report: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TelgW: Center of the Bowl (#999) It is a clear, crisp evening It is a summer evening. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Main Living Cavern Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress. The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two. Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage. Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway. Flopped atop various perches are Michael Joe, Perdix, Vineleaf, Fee, Jynx, D'artangnan, Okami, Miki, Swift, Iris, Icy Izuz, Shavid, Saben, Elvis, Speed, Sharona, Caro, Blackstone, Zyphyr, Mascule', Red, Teve, Stormer, Splendor, Spinner, Stub, Archer, Ambrose, and Chiranjiv. You see Talos, Firedreams, Alyan, R'an, Fuzzy Wuzzy, Nymiz, sissy runt, Bootsie, S'am, newpuppy, White lab, newpuppy, newpuppy, newpuppy, Puppy Basket, and Apollo here. Fenec, Kelli, Gamma, and L'ren are here. From here you can go: Lower Caverns Bowl Infirmary Kitchen Gaming Room L'ren shakes his head rather emphatically. "Nah. A bit of wine might not be so bad, though." His hand is lifted in an idle wave to T'lor before he turns back to more crucial decisions. Like what he should drink, and where he can find it. (Jisanth) Chorith has arrived. Gamma fiddles with Fennec's hair, waggles a few fingers at L'ren, smiling ever so sweetly. "L'ren, /dear/, Come join me?" Patting the seat on the other side, she beams at the man, spreading out her golden robes, her mantle, her fleur del sol. (Jisanth) Chorith tires himself out with all the questions that only he, that singular sensation, can think of, and promptly starts snoring. Fenec picks the mug up and takes a swig of it as he settles himself into his cushion. Nope. Not complaining at all. Tombstone is, and hops from Fenec's head to sit on his shoulder for a bit instead. Stormer's pacing is a little cramped by the brown. L'ren splashes wine from a handy skin into his glass and sips thoughtfully, not really tasting it. At Gamma's beconing he smiles ever so slightly and obeys, taking care not to forget the wineskin. "You seem in a rare mood," he comments, taking his seat beside her. "Something in the weather?" Gamma laughs, waving a hand T'lorward. "Or you, handsome?" She stirs beneath her facade of dripping candy. She's surround by males. How ...lovely. A hand rises to take of the tuber in her fingers, relishing its....flavor. T'lor follows L'ren's movements, then once the table is free, he wanders over to pour out a mug of juice for himself. Turning, he catches Gamma's invitation, and bows, "Thank you, but I need to catch up on healer items first." Fenec is blushing all the way from his cheeks, down his neck, and presumably below it. He puts the mug down for a bit, reaching over to grab up a piece of herdbeast instead, gnawing at it. Kelli smiles at T'lor and hmmms, "How are you doing Tlor?" (Jisanth) From Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl, Sidereth swoops in from above. (Jisanth) Sidereth lands lightly on the ground and furls her wings. (Jisanth) L'ria carefully hops off of Sidereth's heathered sage back, landing on the ground with a soft thunk. (Jisanth) Sidereth warbles cheerily. It's night. She's happy. (And now she'll just scoot over to this here corner and hide out until later.) (Jisanth) L'ria walks distractedly toward Main Living Cavern. L'ria has arrived. L'ren lifts his wineglass in salute to T'lor. "Absolutely admirable. Work first, dinner later." Yet that might not be the safest of courses if Gamma is in a crockery-pitching mood. An amused smile is given Fenec as Ren remembers his own reactions to a certain proddy Weyrwoman in the past. L'nna has arrived. L'ria hurries in, then abruptly stops. "I /don't/ want pickle juice. Or do I?" Just pretend she's part of the scenery or something. T'lor takes his mug, sipping its edge, over to join Kelli. "Fine, I've been gone too long this time I think," he starts as he begins to sit down. He pauses then. "May I?" (Jisanth) Camigwen glances around, spying the doors to the Living Cavern. Nodding slightly, she strides forward, stomach growling. (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth rumbles from deep within her. Her ire swirls: it runs and creeps for awhile till it sleeps in its own little lake, and then at departing, awake and departing, it runs through the weeds, through the meadow and the glade, among the crags in its flurry, helter skelter, hurry scurry. Sparkling. There it lies, a darkening. Now smoking and frothing, its timult and wrath in this rapid race on which it is bent, it reaches the place of its steep accent. She... awakens. L'ren lifts a hand to wave to L'ria as he spots her, appearing puzzled. "L'ria? I never guessed you were one for pickle juice." (Jisanth) Paenth y..a..w..n..s as he continues humming. Camigwen has arrived. J'inta has arrived. (Jisanth) Taimath raises his head up, watching the form before him. Eyes whirl in deeper colors, echoing his rumble of interest. He passes his gaze over the other males, slowly drawing himself to his feet to stretch. L'nna urmfs, hefting oversized bulk klah-pot-wards, face slightly green in hue, auburn hair amess. "Uhmn...klah." L'ria waves back, distracted as ever. "I don't.. or do I? I thought I did.. that's why I came down here to begin with, but.. you know, I don't even /like/ pickles." Confusion. Camigwen smiles, a nod tossed to the riders sitting around various tables. A "How do you do?" is spoken, then, glancing down at a growling stomach, saunters over to the table holding meatroll pieces. (Jisanth) Sh'dan dismounts from Kayth. Mecoli slips without a sound into Main Living Cavern. Ceallache has arrived. Mecoli says, "hello!" (Jisanth) Spectreth has connected. Kelli grins and nods, 'Certainly." she says to T'lor as she sips at her juice, "I've missed seeing you about since you went to Crom. Sh'dan has arrived. Camigwen smiles warmly in Mecoli's direction. "Hi!" she calls across the room, although it comes out more of a "Hhhhiiimmm,"as she clamps mouth shut to avoid spilling meatroll all over the table. Alanis walks into Main Living Cavern. T'co sweeps in , darkened gaze wary-seeming as he takes in his surroundings. He salutes a greeting to those so inclined to receive such and settles himself at the Skyskimmer table, cradling a mug of fruit juice in slightly trembling hands. Mecoli takes a seat near the people. T'lor glances down at his mug, then at the finger running around the designs in wooden exterior. "It's been nice to see a different side of healing though," he says to Kelli as eyes come back up. "Similar ailments, but different." He pauses to sip, then grins. "You know?" (Jisanth) Bellth swings his bronzed head to and fro, eyeing the other dragons with slowly swirling orbs. Alanis walks over and tries to sqeeuze in next to mecoli Sh'dan swaggers in with a cool, clean smirk to his face, (Y'know, the usual) heading right for the klah. *But* he does stop first to offer appreciative glances (if not curious ones) to those already present. Ceallache just continues to chew thoughtfully on a meatroll, herself curled on a bench in the corner, bent, as usual, over charts and tools a'go-go. (Jisanth) Kayth rouses, silently taking in his surroundings. Camigwen chews and swallows her meatroll, craning slender neck in an attempt to see someone she knows. To no avail, but that doesn't stop her. Seeing a friendlylooking face, she sidles over to them,who happens to be Alanis. "Have we met?" she asks. Fenec looks up from his mouthful of herdbeast, shifting a little on his seat-cushion as he glances around, then pays more attention to the food again. He's hungry. (Jisanth) Snzzzzzzzzzzzxxxx. <---- Spectreth. Sleeping. Deeply. Do Not Disturb. She's disturbed enough already... (Jisanth) Adrith stirs, darkened hide shifting shadows and light as he senses Spectreth waking. Nostrils flaring with a curious whuffle, he turns gleaming eyes towards Spectreth, jeweled orbs half-lidded against her sleeping glow. Kelli nods and sighs, "I turned in my CPR dummy a few sevendays ago, have yet to hear if it's passed muster, nor have I had a chance to get the last two classes I need before choosing a specialty." (Jisanth) Jisanth sleeps like Spectreth. Great minds think alike. But, um, he doesn't snore. He just drools a bit on his forelimbs. (Jisanth) Sidereth stays Out Of The Way. She's just green. Don't mind her. She's gonna watch the stars and ignore the rest of the world. Oooh. Sparkly. (Jisanth) Spectreth isn't waking. Who said she's waking? She's sleeping, deeply. Em pha sis on the deep. Snooze. Alanis has connected. J'inta stands just inside the door, small hands toying with her belt as dark eyes slowly glance about. "L'nna!" L'ria calls out loudly, shuffling over to fellow greenrider. "I don't want pickle juice, right?" T'lor sets down his mug on the edge of his table, nearly missing the surface. But in a quick gasp, he rights it before any can spill on his lap. "Which classes?" he says while trying to brush his hair back from his face, and rid his skin of the flush. (Jisanth) Kayth settles his enormous bulk regally to the ground, fold wings just /so/ while nostrils flare. Ah, the scent.../her/ scent. And snore. Equally delectable, he turns a somewhat predatory glance Spectreth's way before taking in those about him. Hmmm. Interesting. Mecoli slips without a sound toward Lower Caverns. Kelli hmmms, 'Oh my common ailments class and herbs." Mecoli slips without a sound into Main Living Cavern. Mecoli slips without a sound toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Mecoli slips without a sound toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Taimath lays himself back down again. His head stretches onto his forelegs as he watches her with interest. Janna arrives. Dell has arrived. Warrior pops in from ::between:: Janna enters looking for someone L'nna straightens up, some of the off-color pallour drifting from her face, "No, prolly not...although...you may like this meatroll..it's good in redfruit juice," A wan smile crosses her face as she lifts the dripping snack from her glass. Alanis smiles up at Camigwen,"No, I don't think we have...I'm Alanis" Janna looks around, "Anyone seen vionette? " M'colm arrives. (Jisanth) Okay, mebbe Spec is waking. She's kinda schizo, you know. We'll let you know if it's for real. Honest. Camigwen nods with interest. "Well met!" she beams. "And how are you today?" Idle fingers pick at the piece of untouched meatroll. L'ria manages to keep her lunch down, only looking /slightly/ disgusted in the process. "Meatroll in redfruit juice? I, uh, think I'll stick with the pickles.." And speaking of that... "Maaaaaaaal." Whine. "It's all your fault." Dell says, "Hi" (Jisanth) Sidereth keeps on watching the stars. If anyone is crazy, it's her. That multiple personality thing and all. Alanis grins and brushes some stray strands of hair behind her ear agan er again<"i'm good, "she finally says," How are you?" she asks before /squeeezening/ out to get a mug of klah Janna sighs and taps her foot, "Darn. And I wanted to make a hair appointment." She then notices the riders, and blushes. L'nna claps a hand over her mouth, stifling a hysterical laugh, "Ohh...that sounds familiar" is the phrase written all across her humored expression. "This is T'ryn's fault. If I could find him, I'd blame him." T'lor swallows nothing, then smiles, albeit hesitantly. He glances over to another section of the cavern then back to Kelli. "Oh, those. Maybe I could help out? I mean, I am offduty for a day." What timing. Dell looks slightly unsure of herself, "Hi, I'm Dell, I;m new here. She smiles nervously Sh'dan smacks his lips together happily. Mmmmm /klah/, nothing like it in all of Pern. Okay, well perhaps sleep comes first, but klah is definetly second! Eyes peer about at the ever growing crowd and the perhaps odd expressions on some. Hrm. Spying clutchmates at the far end of the room he decides to waddle on over../but/ not before appreciating certain views along the way. Janna seeing a familiar face, "Ohh T'lor. Please? Can you help me?" (Jisanth) Jisanth's right eye begins to creak open, almost audibly. Rusty. Yes. Opening to reveal the pale luminescence of blues mingling in matrimony with green, with the subtlest touch of red firing from the bellows within. Camigwen watches Alanis, peering and craning. "I'm a Telgar Guard. What is your position?" she smiles, busy eyes on both her and the meatroll disection process. Kelli smiles over at Dell, "I'm Kelli and this is T'lor." she says before looking at T'lor, 'Really, I'd like that, maybe when things die down a little in here?" Alanis grabs a mug and fills it with klah. Being not to careful she sets it down on the table in front of her seat, slodh er sloh er sloshing a few drops out the siode. She sits down and looks up at Camigwen<"I'm a Trader" she a says matter a factually Dell grins,, "Hello Kelli, Hello T'lor" Alanis fingers the ring on her finger, sighing slightly Mecoli arrives. (Jisanth) From Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl, Fanuilh has arrived. T'lor nods to Dell. "Sure, it is getting a bit busy in here, isn't it?" He checks the grouping again with a glance around. "Must be nearing mealtime." Something sure does smell good, he thinks as he inhales. "Oh, hello, Janna." Janna blinks as she moves slightly into the room, looking around in awe. Someplace out of the way, then hearing her name turns and smiles at T'lor. Camigwen turns head slightly at the Trader's sloshy entrance. Grabbing a cloth, seemingly there just for such things, she mops up the fragrant klah, mmmming with pleasure. (Jisanth) Jhreth looks at the dragons in the area, rumbling, and nervously prancing around. He looks around, at the Proddy gold. When will she sail into the skies? (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth slumbers naught, her pseudosomnolence divine as her psyche in easy drapery falls. Over hamlets, over halls, o'er the strange woods - o'er the sea - over spirits on the wing, over every drowsy thing - and buries them up quiet in a labyrinth of light. Then how deep! How deep! is the passion of her sleep. Passing soon she shall arise, and her moony covering soar in the skies with the tempests as they toss. Kelli nods and chuckles as she motions to her now empty plate, "Yup, though I already ate." Alanis grins You overhear J'inta whisper "... ... happening? ... no...." to Sh'dan. Dell nods, "Yes it is" (Jisanth) Taimath dozes. Not in full sleep, yet not quite awake, he conserves his great strength. Around him, the forms of the other dragons occasionally catch a half-opened eye, a glimmer of whirling color seen beneath as his mind rumbles somnulent notes to the air. You overhear Mecoli whisper "... ... ... ... ... guys>" to Alanis. L'ria nods in agreement to L'nna. "It's always their fault. And maybe I'll have some pickle juice after all." Ceallache offers a smile T'lor-ward, waving slightly with her free hand, which, incidentally, is covered in inky blotches and scratches. L'nna frowns thoughtfully, "You know..." she says slowly, "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea..." Kechara walks gracefully and quietly into the room into Main Living Cavern. Alanis wonders for a sec, then turns to Camigwen<"so, you said your a gaurd right? Do you know Falanis?" Alanis waves to Kechara Kechara walks in and looks around with a smile for those she knows, she waves at Alanis and moves over "Hi Alanis!" Kelli smiles at T'lor, 'Can I get you anything to eat or drink Mecoli smiles at Ketchara. "Hey." Fenec looks over at the other people again, then picks up his mug, tilting it and his head back and guzzling from it. The flush slowly leaves his cheeks as he enjoys the hair ruffling of Gamma, returning his attention to the food sitting in his lap as well. His sketch has temporarily been abandoned. T'lor shakes his head, raising his mug again. "I'm fine, but thank you." Janna sighs as all the good-looking guys are taken as she finds a spot out of the way. Alanis grins,"hey Chara" (Jisanth) Jhreth looks down at Sidereth, but is to enthrawled of the 'poetic' gold. Not to mention, the /proddy/ poetic gold. He lies down, one eye open still, to ready for when the dragon leaps. For he'll be ready. Mecoli grins at Janna. "I'm with you!" Night Sky pops in from ::between:: Alanis grins Sh'dan is completely oblivious to the events spreading out afore him. Turning to Jin he looks, well, perplexed but does offer helpfully, "Why, um dinner?" Yeah, what T'lor said. He settles back amiably into his mug, taking out another long and satisfying gulp before peering back at J'cinta, "Why?" Is there something happening he doesn't know about? Camigwen beams, nodding slightly. "Yep. We have gone on a few runner-rides together... And we're fellow guards, too." she pops a hunk of now-completely-disected meatroll into open mouth. Mecoli says, "It's really a shame..." Alanis nods Alanis takes a sip of her klah Janna grins at Mecoli and givesher a sassy wink Kechara leans over and mumurs "Whats going on? am I missing something?" Mecoli turns to Alanis. "Oh yah, like you'd know anythig about that!" She grins to show that she's just teasing Alanis. (Jisanth) Adrith (again?) watches the glowing one wake in the warmth of this lucid evening, summer wind stirring the dust around his twitching tail like breath. He rumbles softly, a sound like distant thunder. Gamma ravishes her form about for all to see until in a suddenly wide-eyed touching just slightly of Fennec's hair, she rises, turns to meet any who may see, to find the one whose eyes she wants to meet the most. "/Jin/.." she says softly, her hand suddenly shaky as she draws them to herself. She flashes T'lor'a glance, then the others. Oh. Shards. Alanis grins up at Kechara, them murmurs back, trying not to make it look apparent,"If you're missing it, I'm missing it too:)" (Jisanth) [*] Jisanth basks in the glow of Spectreth's visions, rising over the hamlets, to enjoy the lost woods, even dip a virtual sail's tip in the sea. Even like a yellow Alba--even like a golden vision that she is. (Jisanth) Spectreth is now the nova roused; nothing earthly adorns this ready-to-wander star. The heavens never dreamed the brilliance of her hide, they never dared envision the heat and flash of core's collision. In one pinwheel flash of the crimson stars of her eyes, she reaches for the skies. To gorge and feel the slip of flesh along her winding, searching tongue... Alanis gets up, almost knowcking her chair over. wh camigwen wanna (Jisanth) Spectreth launches powerfully into the air! (Jisanth) Jhreth launches powerfully into the air! Ariel appears suddenly in front of you. L'ren tosses off the last of the wine in his glass and pours another this one more to swirl in precise, delicate circles in his glass. Brows lift to Gamma, trying to read her gaze. (Jisanth) Adrith launches powerfully into the air! (Jisanth) Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl (Jisanth) A splattering of colors coalesce into a harmony of brilliant hues, as dragons ferry passengers down to the entrance of the living cavern... the rapid motion of their wings swirling up small clouds of dust that seem to dance to the rythmic thrummings of contented lifemates. Shadowy entrances to various weyrs look on with morbid silence, their darkened mouths little testimony that life abounds within. (Jisanth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs. (Jisanth) It is a clear, crisp evening It is a summer evening. (Jisanth) The following dragons are here: Spectreth and Adrith. (Jisanth) Flittering around are Fanuilh, Aprown, and Jhreth. (Jisanth) From here you can go: (Jisanth) Down Central Bowl Up (Jisanth) Eastern Curve Western Curve Ariel zips past you and dissapears ::between:: Camigwen draws cobalt eyes away from Alanis, momentarily glancing at Gamma. Wrinkling brow, she looks puzzled and worried. Then, shrugging it off, she turns back to Alanis. Janna slides into a chair, watching everything and everyone Ariel appears suddenly in front of you. Fenec watches Gamma move, pulling himself back in the chair a little bit. He glances around the room at the others, taking another nervous drink of his ale. Ariel wakes up from his nap. (Jisanth) Bellth launches up from the ground and steadies himself into a smooth glide. Ariel zips past you and dissapears ::between:: (Jisanth) Taimath launches up from the ground and steadies himself into a smooth glide. You overhear Alanis whisper "lets ... ... the ..." to Camigwen. Ariel appears suddenly in front of you. (Jisanth) [*] Kayth edges about the glow's edge. Contemplating, studying, /stalking/. Pains of another hunger fill his being as his body tightens then surges forth to feast once, then perhaps a second time. You overhear Camigwen whisper "Sure. :P I ... ... ... ... ..." to Alanis. (Jisanth) Kayth launches up from the ground and steadies himself into a smooth glide. You overhear Alanis whisper "... ... to the ..." to Kechara. Kechara grins at Alanis and gets up moving over to Ceallache she bows "Hello Craftsecond Ceallache, I'm Kechara an apprentice of the hall, we haven't met yet." she holds out her hand offering a shake J'inta has been anxious, nervous...scared for days. Too many proddy dragons about. Smile is slight as she looks up at Sh'dan briefly before hearing her name called and eyes meets Gamma's and stay there a few moments, Jin clasps her hands tightly about the fabric of her belt. (Jisanth) Paenth launches up from the ground and steadies himself into a smooth glide. You overhear Alanis whisper "... ... ..." to Camigwen. (Jisanth) Jisanth follows the rousing nova, though she pales not by the light of twin moons. Their glory sings in praise of her, just as the rumble cascading from his chest echoes their songs, poetry in light, poetry in song, poetry in flight. (Jisanth) Jhreth flaps his wings, hard strong, he as ready... he grasps the air under his wings, asailin' up. With one glance, he regards everyone around, and hunts, hunts for the passion. Its his first flight, even being a bronze. He flaps his wings again and sails above, hunting passion.. The deep, persistant passion. T'lor glances over at the whispering, glaring slightly. Alanis sets her chair up right. Grinning, she takes her klah mug and sips once, more, then waves to Camigwen,"c'mon!@" Kechara smiles and nods at Alanis (Jisanth) Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl (Jisanth) A splattering of colors coalesce into a harmony of brilliant hues, as dragons ferry passengers down to the entrance of the living cavern... the rapid motion of their wings swirling up small clouds of dust that seem to dance to the rythmic thrummings of contented lifemates. Shadowy entrances to various weyrs look on with morbid silence, their darkened mouths little testimony that life abounds within. (Jisanth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs. (Jisanth) It is a clear, crisp evening It is a summer evening. (Jisanth) The following dragons are here: Spectreth, Adrith, Taimath, Kayth, and Paenth. (Jisanth) Flittering around are Fanuilh, Aprown, Jhreth, and Bellth. (Jisanth) From here you can go: (Jisanth) Down Central Bowl Up (Jisanth) Eastern Curve Western Curve You overhear Camigwen whisper "... :P" to Alanis. Alanis oks then> The plea echoing his will, the strength and fierce fire of it! (Jisanth) [*] Kayth merely drifts forth. Heated winds swirling, scarring, scorching as anticipation grows. He's ready, even if inexperience dictates otherwise, he /knows/ of what will come. T'lor's tight butt ambles in, finally. T'co staggers in, eyes a'flame with pre-flight lust -- hunger, instinct-bred sweeps it's lascivious gaze towards Gamma, eyes trailing over goldrider's curves in an all-too familiar manner. Sweat pours from his chiseled form now, ringlets sopping and drooling all over his head and shoulders, their muscles bunching and relaxing with the air's palpable tension. But where is the rest of T'lor? Sh'dan walks in from Invalid Weyr. (Jisanth) Jovinth shudders as cold chills tingle down his spine. Once at his tail, they rush back through him as a loud, piercing trumpet shatters the air. He's ready. Who needs the rest? (Jisanth) Kayth follows her lead, for now. Body tight, tense and strong surges towards another: A buck in his prime, but one that is soon no longer. Taken down with little effort this one will soon offer essential energy for the game ahead. A quick glance as swirling eyes take Spectreth in before muzzle delves in once again for the drink. (Jisanth) Jisanth turns ruby muzzle to gaze on the queen, watching her thirst being quenched as if a worshipper from afar, yetThe sacrifice beneath him squirms, not ready to give up its life so easily. A scream, this time not from the bronzed throat, but the beast beneath him, echoes out over the snap of bone and rending of flesh from muscle. Blood pours forth, staining not only his maw, but stone beneath the pair as well. (Jisanth) Bellth finishes his sanguine feast, blood continuing to run in rivulets down sculpted jaw and neck. Razor teeth are bared as his mind and body prepare for what is to come -- the inevitable chase, soaring high into the pernese atmosphere after the gilded Spectreth and, if his skill remains, a twining fall towards earth, bodies and minds linked together tightly. He cleans vermillion from his mouth, wanting to only look his best as they make a rush for the border of draconic lust. (Jisanth) Taimath shakes beads of blood from his jaws, sending them spattering in ruby flecks across the sand. And yet a third beast is hewn down by a lash of a foreleg, throat siezed as he drinks it dry. (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth tilts into a minute pause, the ebb and flow of blood calling her upwards as she is seized with an intense wish to take Rukbat as her lover and spaw the million stars... (Jisanth) [*] Taimath rumbles once again, lightning and brightness shooting through the hazy reddened clouds of his send. His dark hide, he decides, is as the skies. Therefore, if she wishes the moon, he will easily suffice. Tail lashes and talons clutch in brooding readiness. (Jisanth) Amid seas of rays that roll Empyrean splendor o'er the unchained soul, her angel limbs laved in quadruple light, a molten star arises, besilvering the pall of her own dissolution. Spectreth rears herself the throne: freedom, reached for alone and not alone. The light from out this lurid golden dream streams up the turrets silently - gleams up the pinnacles far and free. Not the good, nor the bad, nor the worst, but the /best/ shall find in her his eternal rest. (Jisanth) [*] Jisanth suddenly wishes that he were Rukbat, even though he pales in comparison to its own offspring, Spectreth. Her mind brightens him, creating a mirror of brightness in the twinkling of night, echoing in the weyr, skimming heat, blood, and culminating into a formless wanting. Gamma whirls on the group that follows her in, robes flowing and sulry about her in a soft spin of sisal. Her eyes hunger. They shift from one to the othr, bronze and brown riders, stopping just briefly on Jin, a tiny spark of remorse beneath the timult of fire that rages within her. Then to M'colm, T'lor, Sh'dan, T'co, All of them taken in. "What do you want!" (Jisanth) [*] Kayth is helpless against this new emmotion: Desire. But for him, it's so much more than that. Thoughts, touched with the heat of fire ripple accross time, space, the sky; wanting to touch nothing but one. One golden sun. And he will, even if it's vainty that's speaking now, he knows he /can/ reach much farther than the sky. (Jisanth) Bellth cords muscle and sinew, body writhing, tensed for flight -- ah, to dream, to chase this angel of lore, this gilded queen of the Telgar sky; but he is no angel. Sh'dan follows the others in like a lost puppy. Eyes wide and curious, lips quivering (and hey, is that a whimper too?). A squeak escapes those twittering lips and this young fella plasters his back against the weyr's wall as Gamma speaks. (He'll later claim it was just to cool him off.) He would say something, honest! But well....words just fail poor Sher for now. (Jisanth) Jovinth gazes at the myriad objects in his vision. One stands against the sky as a fiery comet. Focusing his thoughts and enegies on catching the flaming light, he speeds off. Fires consume his thoughts, he flies and doesn't know why, only wishing to ablaze in the chaos of the comets tail. J'inta shrinks back into the corner, no..no. This isn't happening. She would glower at the other riders for looking at Gamma the way they are but it's useless, this is so new to her, but she is pretty sure of that much. The inevitable will happen. (Jisanth) Bellth er, no angel himself -- a dark flame in the daylight, the animal lust seething through ichor-laced wings, the dark wanting just a brief taste of the good. This queen, this beauty to behold, fills his vision with her luminous perfection -- oh, to twine forms with her, to beget children, to fly... (Jisanth) Jisanth flicks a tongue over his teeth, collecting the last droplets of blood for his craving, his need, his object of lust. Its warmth permeates him, infusing every ripple of muscle. Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Pern, whence she sprang as the Idea of Beauty into birth... into his heart, filling his vision. (Jisanth) Ah! The beauty rises! Taimath jerks his head up from the shattered neck of his latest prey. His wings raise and flap, legs thrusting against the ground to hurl him upwards. Great purple-shaded wings stroke the sky, aiming their beats to pursue the golden vision before his eyes with a bugling cry. T'co shivers, shudders rippling visibly through his angular form. Eyes continue their minute study of Gamma's body: every curve and dimple visible is trailed over with burning gaze and those shielded from view are envisioned in their uninhibited glory in his mind. His thoughts and emotions play across his expressive copper face, dark eyes continuing to flicker across the body of the gold rider. T'lor swallows forgotten juice, its own nutrient not near as fulfilling as Jisanth's blooding, but the rider, at least, can borrow the residual through the link. The redness, like staining the dragon's face, flushes up to speckle his cheeks. Grey gaze turns deeper, darker, gathering like a tempest, ready to strike lightning, but only watching. M'colm stares unaware of anything straight at Gamma. Watching every move, every heave. Nothing escapes his attention. Lost, utterly lost. Reaching to catch himself from falling, he smiles up at Gamma, "You." (Jisanth) Kayth awaits nothing more than the blink of an eye before he's aloft and in dire persuit of his heart's desire. The lone spark of his burning passion is fleeing! Something tells him he can't let her go, not yet. Translucent sail flare wide, wider, widest daring to take in the sky, even as he dares to take her in: regal is his composure as no sound escapes his yearning chest. (Jisanth) Spectreth sweeps with regal grace toward High Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Center of the Bowl, Flour has arrived. (Jisanth) Now on her golden throne, Telgar's monarch lolls in languid, star-licked flight above the denizens of the bowl, a celestial gift set high in the velvet of crisp night. To her, she is alone and seeking the secrets the heavens are keeping from her forgotten beaus, seeking the secrets spilled only onto her listening mind. Spiraled in the heights, she whispers to the stars and promises her kisses to the shimmery moons, leaving nothing to the conqueror worms that writhe and wretch beneath. (Jisanth) Bellth rises gracefully into the dusky sky, wingsails and body bunching into knotted cords. Moonlight beams down, silvering bronzed form as he pumps powerfully into the atmosphere. Diaphonous sails unfold in their wide-spanned glory: The chase is on. Eyes fixed on the angel, the golden seraph of the night. Not evil incarnate, but not quite the cherub himself, he chases that which all those astray covet: The wonders of heaven's own : He covets Spectreth. The night is much too hot air. Gamma follows the faster track, stripping the sisal folds of finery from her now threadbare body. To the little rivulets upon her brow, cold and nearly musical in their dotting of her glowing golden body, she pays no attention, slipping even in her naked glory toward them, not away. And if she spots in the rush of riders encircled a raspberry, spit its blood at the corral, the smell of dying flesh delicious upon her nostrils, now long gone in the envious leap of her golden body to the night sky, she is unemotional. And when there comes a sudden stream from her lips, a hiss, accompanied by a look not unmalicious, she partakes of their visage, a pleasant bliss. "You are all mad. I belong to no one but...one." Her eyes fall Jin-ward. (Jisanth) Taimath bugles a cry upwards towards the golden glow, the sound ringing through the empty skies as he soars upwards. His wings stroke the air as dragons pass him, his strength withheld for the moment, that he does not exhaust himself. Oh, but her beauty is desirable, and his beats carry him swooping upwards and onwards, lashing the skies with tail and sail. (Jisanth) Jisanth watches the image before him, the shimmery moons' light playing on her hide enchantingly. The dance of glow only heightens the lust within him, rushing it through him neverending as the pulsing blood echoes in his mind. The murmur that springs from the growing of grass are the music of things... definitely in her wings. (Jisanth) Jovinth's eyes whirl madly, reflecting the shimmering points of light. Ever closer, ever farther away from his target. Imagined flames lick about him. His mind focused. He'll catch this comet at all costs. Life holds nothing for him save touching this celestial object. To be burned, even once would be enough. T'co's jaw drops open, the flickering emotions freezing into the lustful anguish accompanying seeing what one cannot yet touch - the operative word being "yet". Eyes open wide as saucers, the klah-ringed pupils dilating and contracting : Venus herself, embodied in this rider, he openly admires lean, toned muscles, flat stomach and firm breasts. He shivers again, unbuttoning his tunic to reveal his own sparsely haired pectorals, shimmering with sweat-beads of their own. T'lor doesn't notice Gamma's gaze, only the wings before him, mingling the vision of people, of bodies, of two-leggeds, not four. He shakes his head at some internal question, burning him from within as if his heart was dashed on a flaming cauldron, its internal water boiling as his loins swelter. (Jisanth) Kayth flares his wings, his body, his /soul/ wider than the sky itself as he sets sail upon the currents of lust and yearning. If it's the secrets of the heavens that she seeks, it's the secret of /her/ that this one looks for. Adept and agile, he rises with a powerful stroke in a singular confident line. He's the master of the hunt and it's Specreth that he wants now, not offering very much thought to the consequences of that want. (Jisanth) Paenth sleeks along following the golden beauty. Brassy bugle ripping through the air. M'colm takes a step back, but catches himself, regaining his position. Fear? What am I to fear? The flames can only hurt if you touch them. A sharp breath, a smirk, a trickle of sweat. Sh'dan is a mix of sweat, quivers and gulps. Eyes widen towards Gamma, widening even more as sisal slips from her sultry form. He tweaks to her words, something drawing him away...up, /out/ and then *snap* back to the weyr. He tries, he really does, to clear his throat as courage finds its way to his heart, "And are you /sure/ of this Gamma?" A strange light flickers deep within those stormy grey eyes, as perhaps he challenges. J'inta struggles to keep the curls from her face, it's hot...so very hot. At least she doesn't have her leathers on. Nervously her fingers twitch, a gulp, dark eyes stare at Gamma's gorgeous body. Cheeks flame with color as she sinks to the ground, in the corner. (Jisanth) Afar, afar - the wandering star, the Al Aaraaf of Pern: Spectreth again, dipping, swerving, moon-licked sun-spotted wingtips curving her into curliques of languid cosmic dust. But no flight of fancy lasts forever, however much it is wished; eventually, she is compelled to turn her gaze behind her and see what might dare still seek to touch her ambrosial self. A smattering of tarnished starlight and broken moonbeam dreams? (Jisanth) Taimath's wings flip and beat in the starlight, avoiding easily the need for an abrupt turn as the direction changes. His wingbeats carry him onwards, smoothly cutting through the air as his eyes burn red. A droplet of red falls from his slightly parted jaws. He does not notice, however, full attention paid to the vision of pooled and glowing sunlight before him. In the night sky, it seems to him to be all that is worth seeing. The only thing worth flying for. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Serna looks around as she realizes that she's been standing next to Robert for some time now... she looks around for a good spot for them to sit and goes for it, pulling him behind her (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Robert settles down next to her and drapes his arm around her as he continues to watch the dragons. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Alanis looks around and sighs, wishing that /someone/ were here... (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Fenec shifts from foot to foot again, then drops his cushion carefully eeaasing himself onto it. His eyes never leave the skies. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Mecoli pouts. "All the guys are taken..." she mumbles to no one in perticu (Jisanth) Jisanth is no such creature. He is more unbroken from moons' beam, stolen young dreams still hovering from on their drowsy flight, gathering in the mist of his sight. She before him, as radiant as a radiant spirit, with Timor looking upon her so sweetly down on Beauty's hair.... To his love-haunted heart, Spectreth's wings find him in the night, between Telgar's crags. (Jisanth) Kayth is right /there/, shimmering body resounds with the intensity he feels deep within his being. Though never a sound this hunter makes, he is no more quiet than those who bugle their challenge. It's within the power of his wings, the strength of his body, his very /essence/ that so much more is spoken. He feels, he needs this ambroisia, and by all that will be he will do all in his power to get it! No longer -just- a hunt, he's become a bounty hunter. But never a bounty such as this has exhisted and thus it becomes so much more than a dare for him to be there....it becomes a necessity. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Serna decides that she's uncomfortable with the current seating arrangement and whispers something to Robert (Jisanth) Jovinth flies on, faster, faster still. To touch, to be touched. The stars a close, he can see them growing larger with every stroke. The tail of the comet is near, nearer still. He must fly faster, faster than even he can fly. The flames, they are very near now. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Serna chuckels lightly and moves to snuggles between Robert's leg and rests her head on his shoulder (Jisanth) Copper-plated limbs wax elegant in tarnished silver, the moonbeams caressing sweat-drenched hide and diaphonous wings. Bellth shoots, an arrow from the bow of Artemis, a bolt from the hand of Zeus, it's aim true, headed for his moon-bathed love -- indeed, this dusk-angel's hide shines brighter than both moons in the sky. He dashes, 'tween bronze and brown hides, his flight aimed for his seraph, his Spectreth. Lust not borne of heaven, but of earth, of dragon-on-dragon contact not meant for the bodies of angels, their fragile innocence reft in the height of aerial passion's dance. (Jisanth) Angel, prophet, bird, or devil? Glowing still, in midnight's revel, Spectreth watches fate unravel: finally put to chase, wings heretofore lazy reach with growing need to stir the sea of skies. The waves have now a redder flow, the hours are breathing faint and low. And soon amid no earthly moans, peace masqueraded as Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, shall do her reverence. Now the hungry lioness roars, throwing back her head, a finger lifting into air to fall, chest for chest upon the wolves behowling the moon, Spectreth. The heavy, weary task, yet undone, she glows, puts the wretch that lies in rememberance upon her mind, that last delicious feast, she admits, "It is time. We fly." She pauses at M'colm, smiles ever so softly before gliding in path. Upon T'lor a lingered finger weaves, and Sh'dan. And T'co. Following a darkness like a stream, "Until I'm spent, you sweep your lust behind that door," she whispers before stopping at Jin, hand along her shoulder, stroking down the arm. Her body catches the glimmering of glow's drowsy fire. (Jisanth) Taimath looks this way and that, fastening whirling red eyes on the dragons to either side of him. A heavy stroke of wings pulls him a little beyond them, neck stretched outwards and pointing at the beauty before him. Angle? Demon? Does it truly matter? She is Spectreth. And he plans to catch her. (Jisanth) Jovinth looks into the light, too bright, in front of him. Focused, breathing, tiring, going on. His comet is close. He feels the heat grow steadily as he swims through the star field. How much farther? As far as he has to go, thats how far. Swooshing back and forth to avoid the dangerous trail that he longs to hold, his, no one elses. Faster, longer, until they are one. (Jisanth) Alone could see the phantom in the skies, when first Jisanth knew her course to be headlong thitherward o'er the starry sky, as glowing Beauty's bust beneath dragon's eye. Trumpet flows out from glittering throat, ebbing out a call for more, for release, for the catch of the brightness before his gaze, which flares glory. (Jisanth) Kayth seeks nothing more than a glancing touch, for that's all he would need. Enthralled with this moments growing crescendo, he can only pursue. Closer, closer, will he reach? Closer, /closer/ can he breech? Stretched to his full length he soars the torrent waves, braving their wicked hand, willing to take whatever they deal. All for a single, treasured prize: Spectreth. M'colm follows as she comes close and then wanders away. So close, he knows. Forgetting all else, he freezes in place, linger thoguhts about the lips, the hands, the...focus. He has to focus. The time isn't right. Sh'dan shivers, but this time not from fear. He licks his lips and reaches...only to withdraw...fade and return with confidence anew. Still, plastered to the wall he stands, fists now clentch and flex with a yearning desire to take what he sees. Capture what /they/ need, but still he holds...quivers....awaits. T'lor's eyes squint to scrutiny of the beast before him. Golden hide mingles with human form, creating the mish-mash of dragon-rider which calls to the blood coursing in his-dragon's veins. The two images converge, split to reveal Gamma, which causes T'lor to blink, step back, before faultering against a wall. He reaches up to grasp at it, using its strength to keep him from taking what he shouldn't. (Jisanth) Angel fire-borne is she: No longer heaven's naive child but slave of flame: Bellth watches, waiting, the heat of his ardor flicking waves off of shadowed hide. Darkened body is barely discernable against evening's velvet cloak. The slowing of the angel, the surrender to lust's tug and pull does not escape swirling crimson orbs and he stretches wings and tendons to snapping point, arching like a bronzed bow, seeking to close the gap, to thrall in the meeting of light and dark, of gold and bronze, framed by a million pinpricks of light. J'inta shivers, feverish her skin yet she shivers. The very thing she's been in denial about is happening! Why must these others be here to leer and stare lustily at Gamma. Sweat drips down Jin's face, catching in her hair. Dark eyes blazing with desire watch Gamma, it's almost too much when she touches her. So sure Jin was that flights wouldn't affect her, she could just hide and let Paenth fly! (Jisanth) Arced after by arrows, besieged by breach-seekers, Spectreth the sky-hunter star-swallower finds herself now the prey of blood-reaching brilliance-mongering males, wanting to topple her from her tower of invincibility. But not all her power is gone, not all her fame, not all the magic of her high renown. Not all the wonder that encircles her, not all the mysteries that in her lie, not all the memories that hang upon and cling around about her as a garment, clothing her in a robe of more than glory. She is still the prize: who doth seek it? T'co quivers once more, taking a slow, staggering step towards the unclothed Gamma. More demon than her lifemate, as shown with her every gesture, her touch upon J'inta. Oh, to be under that hand himself, to feel her gentle caress across his own masculine body, everywhere, the unbridled, lustful angel of passion she is. He does not touch, though: He watches, creeping closer and closer to her form, breath coming in gasps now, glistening chest heaving at the proximity to her glorious nudity. (Jisanth) Taimath doth. His wings beat harder, his stores of energy beginning to be used as he sees her slow slightly. Now. Ah, now is the moment. The time when brown's stamina is used. His wings stroke the night-touched wind, lashing at it to draw him past forms and closer to the golden beauty againd. She who glows as the stars themselves, and shines as brightly as the sun. The form that enthralls him. (Jisanth) Jovinth surges with relief as the comet comes within reach. He waits, forgeting his breathlessness, forgetting his aching wings and limbs, this is what he has sought. Closer, just a little closer. This has to be done just right, lest he fall to the ground in flames. He reaches, closer, he reaches... (Jisanth) An arrow to the sun, the streak of dark against the dawn should he be: And arc is made, closing the gap between shadow and light, between gilded femininity and dusky manhood. Good led astray by ardor's magnetism pulls, reaching for the light: Bellth sees his prize, glowing luminously on the horizon, a third moon against a field of stars. Lovely, lovely is this angel: neck stretches great lengths as he swings near to the angel, seeking her fall from grace ... or into? Wings beat faster, his speed blurring, his prize within talon's grip. (Jisanth) Jisanth wings after the sky-hunter star-swallower swiftly, yet with taxing strength. More beauty clung around her finger tip, than all of emerald hills fresh in Spring. So, a brighter dwelling place is here for thee, Spectreth, and greener fields than in yon world above, and dragon's lust and passionate love. Gleaming white, ebon talons reach in the night, risking tangling with another, but hoping for the romance of winning golden flight. (Jisanth) Kayth does ever so much seek what is seemingly unattainable. Hunter vs prey.../no/ hunter vs hunter. Even as she hunts the sky, he hunts for her, drawing closer by the hearbeat, closer by the wingbeat. He /will/ have her, he must! Oh, to claim that one prize, that one crowning jewel in his young life. Further he pushes, harder he rusher, longer he reaches....til he can reach no more. A touch, a simple caress is all that he asks. All that he'll need. (Jisanth) The fields of green call home the gold, spreading her luscious cloak of lust over the earthbound weyr. Spectreth melds in a flash of welded jeweled flesh into the tangle of limb and wing, neck and tail, and glides, spectre-like, unto the embrace of soul's latest song. And shall she part from Jisanth? Quoth the masses: Nevermore! (Jisanth) Taimath wings off and away from the others, bugling a call of disappointment. (Jisanth) Kayth sees his prize escape and bugles one single warble of frustration before swerving off. This one was not meant to be his and only the cool caress of the lake will make that a reality. (Jisanth) Paenth sags...the golden one slips away and he goes in seek of his lifemate. (Jisanth) Jovinth spirals out and away, so close. Sh'dan let's go one last strangled squeak before bumbling outta the weyr. (Jisanth) Sound loves to revel in a summer night, and echo in a Spectreth Flight. Jisanth enwraps his tail around the golden one, mingling to become one. He flaps out wings after they trift for a time, letting his waning strength hold them both aloft, till necks tangle, flashing bronze and gold flashes. M'colm finally falls to his knees. After a moment of catching his breath, he stands and leaves. J'inta gulps and shoves herself to her feet...running blindly. T'lor's eyes fix on the one before him, mingling the tangle of bronze/gold with the collapse of human forms, colliding with Gamma in a rush, as the other riders leave. Gamma feels the fingerstips slip from Jin's shoulder, the golden body lost, plunged striking and raging, "No! AWAY! No.." As if in a roar, waging, waking, the deepest caverns of her, of Spectreth, stretched, turning and twisting around and arund with endless rebound, smitting and fighting, a sight to delight in, confounding, astonding, dizzying nd deafening the ear with its sound: Fury. And so, her eyes slinking away from the one she loves, sounds and emotions blending, descending, all at once and all over, with a mighty uproar, in this way Gamma falls into the arms of a dragonlusted T'lor. T'lor swallows harshly, as hands rake over the dragonwoman before him, taking her like Jisanth takes his. A pause, then a sweeping falling rain of bodies find the floor, or cot, it's all such a blur. If you want more, you must call 1 (900) MOO Sexx