Angelique *eyes. Guess this is all as is coming. So, rules. Winner of the flight will be based on RP, so pose well and fly even better. =) Not too terribly concerned with everything being absolutely, perfectly IC, but bear in mind that bronzes will have to be pretty special to be able to catch a green. Other than that, have fun.

Rei
Woven brands of firelit copper flicker across restive tail, spare splashes of ashen bronze underlying the uneasy highlights upon his rounded face. Dedicated ebon flares 'pon the tips of tin wings; ornate, those wings are, gilt with both bleached ivory and vivid flame: patience, clearly, vies with fanaticism. Rich plum shades protruding eyes from casual view; mask-like, the fiery copper hovers -- but does not enter - that darkened patch. Manic, both in coloration and action, beware: the fanaticism runs deeper than surface level.
Rei is 3 Turns and 2 days old.
Rei is awake and seems alert.

Logan flexes his muscular wings and seems to be ready to take off after this angelic lady.

Scamp blinks in from out of nowhere, his blue skin shining more brightly than usual in the midday sun. Gaze swirls and you can tell from just looking at him that he's edgy about something. A few chirps and squacks announce his presence, and the flit soars higher into the air, his thin wings lifting him into the clear azure sky.

Lysander stares up at the arrogant Bracken as he burts into the air and shakes his head. Silly lizard, thinks he's sauver than he? Not a chance. Lysander opens his wings and stretches them to their fullest, getting himself ready. He's never failed at catching females before, so why should this be any different for him.

Angelique sits on a rock by the water's edge, teasingly glimmering as she stares into the shallows, daring some small minnow to come her way... The gathering males are blithely ignored, although she's just happened to arrange herself so that the sun catches transluscent wingsails Just So.

Lythander glides into the picture, waterfall wings rippling with something like uneasiness. A nervous chitter and a long look through whirling reddish eyes before he centers in on glinting green. She, however, is ignoring the males, so he will just wait. Patience always serves this blue.

Rei perches up above. High above, so he can watch the others. Eyes begin whirling faster, taking on a yellow tinge, mixing with the blue like the afternoon sun on the water.

Logan dives into the water, his hide as he emerges shimmery wet and darkened with it as he scares some minnow and one darts just barely into the green's reach.... He pops his head up and flutters out of the water.

Bracken lands in a no-nonsense manner, totally ignoring the competition. He arranges his wings like a true gentleman, head and neck arching proudly. Only his slowly wavering tail and eyes betray his oh-so-cool exterior. His gaze is fixed on the green that is tantalizingly out of his reach. Though something about him suggests that it is only for now, and he will bide his time until the moment is right.

Kazul flys in, his light klah wings giving way to the glissening of Rukbat. He lands confedently on a branch close by as he watches the ever glowing emerald gen, Angelique. His eyes whirl a deep blue and he gives a bugle of mighty defiance to the others, he might not catch this green sunshine but he shall try til all is lost. He whips his tail and waits. Waits for her to lead all of them into bliss..

Lysander assumes he usual 'player' like aire about himself and ignores all the other males. What do they know about greens anyways? He raises his head high, regally; eyes swirling a light tinge of red as he focusses on the luscious green. He gives out his own louder, deeper bugle of defiance in response to Kazul, confident that he and /only/ the mighty bronze lizard will win the day.

Snap! The minnow is snatched with a lightning speed that belies the Green One's langorous exterior. Angelique then proceeds to calmly devour the morsel, still apparently ignoring the boys, although one might note that she offers a very slight, very regal inclination of her head towards Logan. The minnow is appreciated, but it shall take more to win her charms...

Scamp chirrups loudly from his lofty position on high. Always a friendly and polite flit, if such a thing is possible, he'd rather not get involved in any squemishes... which he guesses will soon be forthcoming. However, nature and the glint of emerald scales call to him, forcing this blue into a position which he cannot deny. Therefore, up higher he soars, until the other firelizards below are seen only as colourful dots upon a sandy backdrop. From experience, he knows that the chase will soon be on, and though he may have never actually caught up to the prize before, this time he is hopeful... Small form dips and dives in and out of wind currents, sunlight caressing muscles in motion, and neck stretched forward for maximum air flow.. Scamp is prepared, and his lonely bugle echos his need.

Lythander has no valiant gestures or smooth moves. He just...is. No brazen declarations of superiority, merely the lingering hope that a green - specifically the glowing beauty in front of him - will be able to see through his lowly outer shell to the loving little guy he really is. A slight flex of wings betrays his nerves, but he is otherwise still.

Logan dances in the air and seems to snort a challenge as his eyes whirl with a little redness at Lysander. He looks down and bugles and waits for this lady to rise that he may claim her as his one and only green treasure...

Bracken remains as silent as the waves of air brushing strands of wheat on an open field, his tail the only movement disturbing the grains of sand around his talons. Strong Silent Type? No, just calculating. His eyes have narrowed slightly, now, but his neck remains almost painfully in place as if he is schooling himself--standing at attention until his prize takes to glorious flight.

Rei perches precariously from his point of pondering and studies each of the other firelizards carefully, including that glowing green. No, make that /especially/ that glowing green. The bronze offers a languous warble to the lady in waiting.

Kazul sits still and watches Angelique as she snaps her prey out of the water, smooth actions will be needed to catch this green of agility and speed. He waits patiently, his wings slightly spread and his body leaned forward as he waits still. Not a sound is echoed from him as he eyes the other males that wait for this Angel to take flight, yes, throw away valuble energy by showing off now while those who wait silently shall show there selves while in the sky. Still tail whips, giving a slight tump against his branch, the only way to tell he is anticapating the Green One to show her true agility.

Lysander shrugs off Logan's challenge. He's too good to accept it from anyone but an equal bronze of rank. He scoots up next to Kazul and eyes the brown quietly, chirping to her, hoping she will perhaps hear his song.. his oh so sweet song for his future mate perchance?

Bracken finally spares a glance for the others on the beach, but the gaze he awards them with is so transitory, so flippant, that it doesn't seem to have occured at all. For there he is again, at attention, watching the belle of the beach in anticipation.

Uno comes out of *between* low in the air, settling down in an unoccupied stretch of sand. Glancing around, he finds his green beauty rather quickly. Bronze hide glimmering in the sunlight, he tries to show off by moving his head around just so. Noble knight has his shining armor, but he's not ready to show off his flying abilities just yet. Time is the key that unlocks all good things.

Angelique selects another delicacy from the bountiful dining table in front of her. This time, a hapless fingerfish is the sacrifice to her rising blood, and at last the lady turns from the sea to regard those who have come to woo her. Eyes whirl with shades of red mingling with faint strains of blue, the serenity of the waves fast losing its hold upon her. One shall be worthy of her, one alone. Who shall have bliss and who shall taste despair?

Logan dances in the air. Perhaps the lady would care to dance away the night? He looks at the glowing emerald lady below and hisses at his rivals.

Lythander is certainly feeling the heat. Or is that just the green's glowing hide. He doesn't know. Though he is quiet, his intent gaze never wavers from the angelic Angelique, waiting for the moment when she will take to the skies. At her look, he senses the searing intensity burning within her, and its force pushes him to rise slowly upward, willing to follow her lead.

Bracken inclines his head elegantly, like a gentleman aknowledging the true lady of the ball. His wheat and earth hide seems to rustle in the light, distinguishing him from the sand that he is settled in. Now is not the time for camouflage, but time to stand out against the others for the lovely Angelique. May his strength recommend him!

Kazul lays eyes upon Angelique, but not upon her silken green hide, but into her whirling eyes, where the lady within lays. He stretches wings lightly but still no sound from his lips, like a silent predator who seeks his prey. He stands then, his claws digging deep into the flesh of this branch, if firelizards could sweat he definatly would be from an inner nerviousness, shall he catch her or will he be left in her mighty wing's dust? Only time shall tell the ways of this mysterious Angel.

Uno stands perfectly still, a bronzen statue on a sea of sand. There is one thing that can move this statue to come alive, to take flight; this angelic queen before him. Color is second in his eyes to her deep beauty. But will she notice the bronze knight standing before her?

Scamp waves lazily in and out of clouds, his physical distance from the gleaming and seductive green equal to that of his actual chance of winning her heart. Non straining maneuvers, such as the gentle caress of wings swimming through air, push him forward, yet no more height is gained. He's already distanced himself enough from Angelique and the others, and if any sudden movements were to take place, there is a chance that he'd have to arrange for some dangerous dives in order to catch up. Only wanting to win a friend, and not lose his life, the blue settles himself at what he believes is the right peak, waiting patiently the call to action. No need to show off, no need to scream.. though he does allow for a soft warbling, like a human harper crooning his emotions in song.. Not that it can be heard from this high up, but then again, music has a way of joining two hearts, no matter how far separated they may be.. This fact goes for all animals alike...

Lysander stretches out his wings. Uno isn't the only bronze 'knight' here, but hey, Lys is not only a knight, he's da king! His eyes keep our whirling as he eyes the green feasting and yet..there's something not quite right.. What could it be? Maybe the brown next to him? He takes a sidestep closer to Kazul and glances down at Kazul's talons digging into the branch..and then.. *WHAM!* Lysander whacks Kazul from behind with his wing and sends him falling. *Snicker* One less to worry about for now.

Logan whuffles a snickerish noise, and keeps an eye on the lady glowing as she is.

Kazul falls down from his branch but with swift agility turns on wing and heads toward the sky. He shall not be deprived of this by and arrogant, self-centered bronze. He lands in sand then, not too far from Angelique. Nothing shall deprive him of her, not even if he is killed by one of these firelizards, for nothing shall hold him back. He stands then and opens his wings as if nothing has happened but tail is held slightly above the ground, whipping in defence for himself. His eyes give way to a lighter blue as if he where blushing, why does he feel like such a fool infront of them? But in the end, maybe he shall not be the fool who heads back towards this forgetful beach?

With the suddenness of a summer squall, Angelique abandons her lounging on the sands of the beach. Her wingsails yearn to carve the air, her heart beats with the heady drumming of ancient rhythms. The rapid whirl of her eyes is matched by the strident brass of a bugle ringing over the waters like the message drums of the Hold, telling of her longing as she rapidly spirals upwards.

Bracken seems as though he feels he has already proven his dashingly handsome features once already upon his entrance. Now is the time for strategy and winner-take-all ruthlessness in his pursuit. His grain colored wings *snap* open like pale sails on a swift breeze, and indeed work to his advantage in quite a similar manner. Like a child's kite the breeze of the beach helps lift him swiftly upwards with assistance from a swift kick of his haunches. Up he goes, up--following the break of emerald in the sea of azure blue above.

Uno silently follows, a lifting of the wings and the knight is in the air to answer the cry of his lady, yes, his queen. Many a knight that loses the love of such beauty to one of more stature. Many a king to lose his queen to another. But love, be it real, is blind, love is silent, love is total. The bronze knight soars through the air after his beauty.

Scamp blinks as he finally sees movement from below.. Oh, he's been watching the other flits prance and sway, but they've been ignored. No, the action that causes his eyes to swirl and his flight path to change is the long awaited lift off of the green. Still, he continues his unhurried pace, allowing wings to push the air in graceful swirls away from his azure and thin body. He may not be much to look at, but he does understand the need for patience, even though beating of his own heart threatens to edge him on. But self control is something this male flit has mustered a long time ago, and therefore, steady as she goes is what he does.. Though his neck does seem to have stretched out a little further, and the muscles along his back have started to bunch. Don't doubt it for a second.. He's ready..

Kazul jumps swiftly info the air, his eyes looking only for a moment back at Lysander before he heads towards the green angel. Shall she decend to heaven in her magnifisant beauty? Is life only just a flicker of the moment while death lasts forever? He knows one thing is true though, he shall follow Angelique to the ends of the earth, even if he is weak from the fight. Claws are exstended and he lands for only a moment upon a rock then with great force pushes himself higher into the sky towards the Green One. Wings strain back there yearning within him to fly to her side, but is that possible? He casts a brownish head towards the sky, eyes closed for only a moment while a peircing tenor bugle is given to the sky, not to declare her to be his own... but to call out his yearning to have her at his side, so that he shall not be alone upon this cold world of unforgiveness. He casts whirling blue eyes back at Angelique's green hide again; he yearns once again to look into those bright kind eyes that he knows she holds, those ever loving eyes that he only wants to hold him within them.

Lysander takes to the air after the green, not wanting to be left behind or have a late start. He beats his tiny wings of flight steadily, knowing that it'll take more than a boost of speed to catch this green. His heart beats steadily for the radiant green as he joins the others in flight after the elusive beauty.

Logan flies after the lovely one watching and waiting biding his time...

Angelique trills merrily, joyfully, and perhaps a bit teasingly. Now she is home! The wind sings about her headknobs, the intoxicating flavour of the sea sets her heart to thrilling. She sports with low-scudding cloud banks and spirals about for the sheer joy of flight. The presence of the chasing males is confirmed, and she slips effortlessly into side-to-side weaving and rolling, as elusive and unpredictable as the female spirit.

Uno bids his time, allowing the others to get their head start, soaring in the freedom of the air. He knows that it is not always the one who gets there first that claims the heart of one such as his queen, but it is the one she chooses on her own time. All are equal in the air; all will fall if the air is not right. He wishes to himself he could fly together with this, this beautiful green queen. He is built mentally and physically, perhaps, for the endurance fight in the main cloud of the others. Others that would try to steal his beauty and his heart and throw it smashing to the ground. No, he will only let his lady do that to him; if she would choose another, if the air does not favor him, he will be all the more closer to the ground.

Bracken remains on a straight flight path, for the quickest distance from one point to another is a line, if possible. And he follows this rule, riding thermals with determination after the beauty of the sky. His object, *his* goal. He will not let her outfly him, he will not..if he can help it. His wings beat at the air as if to emphasize his determination. A silent mantra issued to the glimmer of verdant cloud--for she is just as unattainable as the haze that floats across the sky. For now.

Scamp suddenly realizes that the object of this chase has gotten the better of him. Or, in other words, the green has picked a direction /behind/ the blue, which means that Scamp's flight is only leading him further away from Angelique. Realizing his error perhaps a little too late, the flit applies air brakes - better known as cutting back on his wing span and neatly backpeddling those apendages. It cuts down on his forward motion, alright, but now what? Should he turn about face or just sit and hover for a few moments, allowing the green to catch up to him? Frenzy takes over and the blue makes a rash decision, spreading out his wings once more and moving /up/ instead. Perhaps the diving will be necessary after all, the firelizard reasons. Though this decision making felt as though it took a long period of time, in truth, only a few short seconds have passed. Tucking in his head, Scamp rises to the challenge, preparing himself for a final, and hopefully succesful, plan of action.

Kazul spreads his wings farther out to keep up with Angel, his eyes whirling faster from the thrill. He now doesnt concentrate on those males around him who quarell and fight for he doesnt care to show the skills of fighting but the skills of speed and agility, if he holds them. He slips upward farther into the sky, to keep even with the perfect glory above him, the glory that not a soul can defy. Lysander is given yet another glance while he also watches Angelique, must watch this male for he could defy his speed? He turns back again and doesnt bother with that but his defences are up, tail ready, claws tend to exstend at any bump. He losses his speed slightly as he mixs with this huge group of male who want this Green Of The Sky. Keep concentrated. He checks his speed and does a slight twirl in the air to dodge a male who almost collides with him. Must not loose eye contact. /must/ not!

Lysander beats his wings steadily and lets the other males mix it up. No need to waste any energy fighting them all off to the prize today. With all his built up stamina and strength, he tries to zip past the group and catch a thermal up...up to the heavens, and the green angel waiting beyond..

Angelique turns on her tail, performing a snappy Immelmann turn, which sends her zooming upside down in the opposite direction from the chasing blues and browns and bronzes. A wild trill might be interpreted as a laugh, and the whirling crimson of her eyes is touched with a highly amused turquoise. Can they follow her through the dance, shall they follow her where she leads?

Logan twists and gyrates to swish after the beauty. Will he be chosen as her partner or will she choose another, only time and wings will tell...

Bracken a proper suitor does not speak until duly advised, and with any luck the emerald Angelique will recognize him as more than just a quiet admirer or hard strategist. He will make it his business to see that she does, or loose admirably. And here she as given him cause to allow a soft bugle to escape from his throat as his 'sails pivot and spin him wildly around, only the brown's strong frame keeping his balance, dignity, and of course--purpose. Rhythmic beatings of his wings lash the air with intense moment as he feels the urgency of the situation. Honor and pride and strength, the iron triangle that wins flights? Or holds them down? His wings will beat twice as fast, like his heart, if this is the case. He will not loose his burden or his goal.

Uno almost pauses as his beautiful lady goes by in the opposite direction. A pause, as if a breath of air goes in a sigh of defeat. But this knight is steadfast and unchanging-well, except for in this particular case. A turn, and Uno is again following his queen, and this time it is forever. He will not break his chase off, he will not let himself give up. But the question is this: Will she become his queen? Will she choose him, as dignified and noble as his rivals are? Lost will be his heart if she doesn't. Uno, knight, gives one last burst of energy, hoping his lady will accept him for what he is.

Kazul looks up towards the fleeing beauty, slightly loosing his speed as he looks up at her, the green has that type of beauty to stop a male in their tracks? Most certainly! He does a flip and dives down for a moment before turning towards the Green One and heading towards her, towards heaven, towards bliss.... towards... the thrilled soul of a green light. His tail snaps idly and his claws exstend slightly as he rises higher on air currents, membrains spread wide between the three wing fingers as he catches any blow of soft sea breeze. Shall he make it to her side? To look once again into those whirling eyes? To become her's and her's alone? He croons as if applauding to her spectacular manuver earlier as she defys the males who seek her heart.

Scamp bugles in frustration at the wily antics of the green. Sure, he's now behind her instead of facing, however, how is he suppose to compete with all the weaving and dodging going on? Height, he can handle. Speed, no problem. Acrobatics? Well, he's never really tried any, to tell the truth. His first few attempts are nearly dissatrous, as other flits threaten to ensnare him with their wings and claws. Everyone has the same idea it seems, and that is, "Follow her! Catch her! Love her!" But the blue firelizard /is/ a quick learner, and after studying the others around him for a few moments, he sees how they gyrate their bodies into the graceful positions, like dancing on air streams. Tucking in his head, and curving his left wing, Scamp emits a neat dip and turn, causing his small form to spiral forward. Humourously enough, he ends up on his back for a few seconds, and flight upside down is recognized as quite exilerating.. Except for the fact that he has lost sight of Angelique.. Emitting the same move again, this time with his right wing, the azure firelizard turns himself right side up and continues forward. There! Over there is that seductive flash of green, and it is towards it, with his last bit of strength that Scamp forces himself. The antics and swirls come easier to him now, and though some brushing alongside of the others is done, he manages to slide in and out between their glowing and straining bodies. Nearer he comes, his warbling held off for the moment because of lack of breath...

Lysander screeches on his 'air brakes' and reverses direction as quickly as possible, but not being an agile green or blue might be of been a problem but thanks to his distancing of the main group, he manages to do so relatively easily. He sees a certain brown lizard in his way again, and the higher altitude helps gives him an idea. He minimizes his frame to reduce as much possible to reduce air friction and goes diving...on his way to the green, and might even knock a certain brown Kazul out of the way in the process!

Bracken arches his neck in victory as he finally catches up with the green, twining his neck powerfully in hers as he lets out a last bugle of triumph! His victory, his goal...won at last.

Angelique dips and darts, attempting to evade the larger males who have somehow, amazingly to her mind, managed to follow her whirling, turning dance across the skies. The whirling red of her eyes intensifies, shot through with a faint white of panic, the lady distressed by what had earlier pleased her: the sheer numbers of her chasers. Then a touch of another is felt. Bracken! The courtly brown has won the flight. All fear vanishes in a soft croon to him as she twines about him.