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Log file from Soucon. 12-4-99
'The World of Pern' is copyright © to Anne McCaffrey l967. 'The Dragonriders of Pern' ® is a registered copyright.
Nareisa continues to sob, but on Shadara now. Drastic away.
Shadara shakes her head and she reaches over and grabs some cold water. She then steps back and dumps the cold water over the poor sobbing Nareisa's head, "You're crying yourself sick, now stop it!"
Marila yells, "Don't tell me what to do.." She reaches back an arm and swings her fist towards her sister.
Dragon> All sense that Yishenth will be rising soon. Blooding will begin in about 5 mins for anyone who is interested in participating.
Nareisa stops. Stone cold dead. Her eyes are as wide as they can get.
Just as Marila's fist comes close to making contact with Shasta's eye, the brownrider attempts to protect herself by flinging up her own fist. *smack*. Shasta's voice lets loose on some choice curses - she's gonna have a black eye.
Southern Weyr> Imara says, "Yishenth will be rising soon! Blooding in about 5 mins... and she's at White Sands Beach, fyi. :)"
Kayjay strides over from the Western Courtyard.
Kayjay has arrived.
Marila yelps as her own eye is connected to Shasta's fist. "Owwwww you...you.." She reaches up a hand to her eye.
Southern Weyr> Imara reminds anyone who wants to participate to join the flight channel.
Southern Weyr> Kayjay says, "how do you do that?"
Southern Weyr> Kayjay forgets easily.. call it old age
Southern Weyr> Shasta says, "dtu hear +flight :)"
Southern Weyr> Kayjay says, "Ahs. I was already listening :)"
Shasta takes advantage of the momentary lull in their fight to squirm away, still cursing, and holding a hand up to her eye.
Kayjay blinks and chews her lower lip. "My brothers never would have hit me like that!"
Shadara grabs a towel and starts helping Nareisa to dry off, "There, much better."
Marila stands up and wanders toward the kitchen, "Ohhh shut up Kayjay I'm sure your brothers are all wonderful and pure.. " She keeps her hand on her eye.
Marila walks toward the Kitchens.
Marila has left.
Southern Weyr> Kayjay rofls at Marila
Kayjay lower lip quivers. "What did I say?"
Southern Weyr> Marila grins.
Marila walks through the swinging doors of the Kitchen.
Marila has arrived.
Imara walks over to the serving table, but doesn't take anything. "I'm hungry, but nothing looks appetizing..." she murmurs.
Shasta tenderly prods at her eye, frowning. "That was nothing, Kayjay. You should've seen us as kids." Though she seems rather centered on her eye, already turning a little puffy, she does spare several glances Imara's way.
Marila comes out holding a piece of meat on her eye. "Stupid sister.. I should.. just ... " She just ughs and drops into her seat.
Kayjay looks at Marila and shrugs, saying with a quivering voice. "My brothers aren't perfect they just never hit me is all."
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << Okay, who all is planning to participate? >>
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Flight with << me >>
The brown firelizard inches close to Marila and starts to nibble on the side of meat she can't see.
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Flight with << THat is if anyone else is :) >>
Dragon> Cyonth bespoke Flight with << I am in >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Zareth uhms?
Dragon> Flight sense that Muinyth waves a wing, using the other to push it higher into the air. << Me! Me! Me! >> ;)
Dragon> Flight sense that Tjainth perks up. Flight?
Dragon> Flight sense that Yishenth yups. My green little self is taking to the skies tonight.
Dragon> Flight sense that Zareth sighs. How do I quiet this lil thing?
Dragon> Flight sense that Suriath drools. << And a very cute little green self you are. >>
Dragon> Muinyth bespoke Flight with << dtu hear -flight :) >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Tjainth dragonsighs, << you are all the way over there and i'm all the way over here >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Yishenth shrugs. << I don't see any reason why you can't come over here... >>
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << OOC: I can't think of a good reason to come over -- but is more than willing to come over to participate in your flight, if you want anotehr draggie. :) >>
Shasta chuckles, albeit a little sulkily. "You haven't seen anything. Our brothers are way worse." Raising her voice, she suggests, "Try some herdbeast roast?" to Imara. "There're some good, rare bits."
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << OOC: I'd love another chaser. :) >>
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << O.K. .. be there shortly >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Yishenth okies... << Could everyone who is going to chase please come to White Sands Beach? >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Tjainth will be there as soon as he remembers how to fly.:)
Shadara hmms a bit at Nareisa, "You going to stay calm now?"
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Tjainth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Tjainth flies toward the white sandy beach below.
Yishenth> Tjainth soars over from the open sky above.
Yishenth> Tjainth has arrived.
Yishenth> T'ren unbuckles the straps from his belt.
Yishenth> T'ren has left.
Yishenth> T'ren slides down Tjainth's foreleg and lands lightly on the ground.
Yishenth> T'ren has arrived.
Yishenth> Tjainth adjusts his leg to allow T'ren to safely reach the ground.
Yishenth> Cyonth lumbers over from the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> Cyonth has arrived.
Imara nods at Shasta and studies the roast. "Hmmm... It does look good."
Yishenth> Suriath lumbers over from the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> Suriath has arrived.
Nareisa blinkblinks. "I... think I
Nareisa says "I think I'm okay."
Marila scowls at Shasta, "Just wait till I tell Makal. He still wants to shave your head."
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << And your riders can go to the Weyrhall if they're not already. >>
Shadara nods a bit and she grins, "Sorry for the watter, but it was the only way I could think of to stop your own waterworks."
Yishenth> Muinyth lumbers over from the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> Muinyth has arrived.
Yishenth> T'ren walks toward the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> T'ren has left.
Kayjay sighs and then looks at Imara carefully. She shakes her head and sits at a nearby table, holding her head between her hands.
Dragon> Iesath bespoke Flight with << Go Yishenth! ;) >>
Southern Weyr> Kayjay says, "Aura~"
T'ren walks over from the Western Courtyard.
T'ren has arrived.
Southern Weyr> Auralia says, "Kayjay! Everyone!"
Southern Weyr> Kayjay has standard Flight food. Chinese
Yishenth> Yishenth was sleeping peacefully until she was invaded by males. She looks up at them and rumbles quietly.
Southern Weyr> Shadara pounces and snugs Auralia :)
Yishenth> Niaeth lumbers over from the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> Niaeth has arrived.
T'ren walks in and looks around.
Shasta rolls her eyes, then winces. things not to do with a purpling eye. "He might want to shave my head, but he won't." To Imara, she shrugs. "Or fish? Got a good marinara sauce."
Southern Weyr> Auralia oohs! Shadara! Smoooooch!
Yishenth> Suriath croons softly as he winds his way across the beach, heading towards his clutchsib.
Auralia strides over from the Western Courtyard.
Auralia has arrived.
Yishenth> Cyonth cronns softly to the pretty green as he spots her..
Yishenth> Muinyth paces down onto the sun-warmed sand, each step flicking a shower of the white powdery grit into the air. Whirling eyes focus with intense interest on Yishenth, as he rumbles a soft greeting.
Thockler walks over from the Western Courtyard.
Thockler has arrived.
Yishenth> Tjainth looks aroudn and warbles curiously.
Yishenth> Niaeth swoops in and drops as close to Yishenth as he can, crooning.
Apprentice Thockler wanders into the fray, wondering what's going on.
Imara sighs and finally turns away from the table. "I don't know. I can't decide."
Nareisa swallows a time or two. "What if I really get stuck?"
Auralia wanders in, offering big airy smiles to those around, while taking a seat somewhere towards the middle of the room with a mug of juice. "Evening, and the like."
T'rrin eyes go a bit unfocused for a moment before he glances over to Imara questioningly..
Yishenth> Yishenth grumpily turns away from the males. Can't they see that she's trying to sleep?
Marila keeps holding the meat to her eye. "Shard it."
Shadara hmmms at Nareisa and she shakes her head, "You won't."
Yishenth> Tjainth settles down in the sand watching.. just watching Yishenth.
Yishenth> Suriath balefully glares at other male dragons as he continues to wind his way towards Yishenth.
Yishenth> Muinyth settles down in the warm sand, his wings half extended as if in preparation. For something. But he doesn't near the attractive green, not yet. Wouldn't be gentlemanly like, now would it, to crowd her? Nor does he glare warningly at the other males. He just simply sits. And adores from a distance.
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << As far as rules go, one pose per Imara/Yishenth pose... and have fun. :) >>
Yishenth> Niaeth croooooooons gently to the grumpy green, but advances no closer.
Yishenth> Yishenth swivels her head around to see if they've gone away yet. Nope. But she's fully awake now and glowing brighter than ever.
Yishenth> Tjainth croons softly, oh so softly and soothingly to the young Yishenth.
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << Okay, you can begin blooding. >>
Kayjay looks up, across the hall, towards Imara. She pales slightly.
Yishenth> Niaeth, if anything, has edged closer, crooning that old fashioned love song. Croooon.
Auralia peers around the room, only now noticing..."Oh. Lucky Imara. Or not." She takes a long sip at her juice, noting with a bright smile, "Good luck, blue and brown riders. Or something."
Yishenth> Suriath leaps into the air with a challenging roar, heading straight for the feeding grounds.
Yishenth> Suriath flies toward the open sky above.
Yishenth> Suriath has left.
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Suriath soars over from the white sands of the lake.
Yishenth> Muinyth lounges in the sand, nope, he's not going anywhere yet. Not until his opalescent eyes have once again caressed the glowing Yishenth from head to tail, filling his appetite for beauty. As if making a sudden decision, the brown gathers himself, extending his wings, and with one last longing look back towards the green he launches himself, aiming for the feeding grounds.
Yishenth> Muinyth soars to the open sky above.
Yishenth> Muinyth has left.
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Muinyth flies over from the white sands of the lake.
Yishenth> Niaeth soars to the open sky above.
Yishenth> Niaeth has left.
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Niaeth soars over from the white sands of the lake.
Yishenth> Tjainth soars to the open sky above.
Yishenth> Tjainth has left.
Yishenth> In the southern sky, Tjainth flies over from the white sands of the lake.
Imara is not really all there. Her eyes are unfocused and her expression is a mask of confusion.
Nareisa gasps. "Ohfaranth! I KNEW it!"
Yishenth> Cyonth warbkles and makes for the feeding grounds.
Marila keeps her meat on her eye, "Man am I glad I'm not a malerider."
Yishenth> Cyonth ambles toward the lakeside meadow.
Yishenth> Cyonth has left.
Kayjay bites her lip and just stares at Marila for a moment before she fixes her eyes on Imara.
Shasta pretty much forgets about the tenderness of her purpling eye, and lets her hand drop to her knee. Sitting on the floor, against the wall, the brownrider simply watches Imara, quietly noting, "Told you she was proddy."
Shadara blinks and she hmmms as she looks at Imara, eyes unfocusing breifly, "Shard it, Imara, you're green's rising, make sure she bloods, don't let her eat any meat." she says, awlm reactions kicking in even if Imara's graduated already.
Yishenth> You fly toward the open sky above.
Yishenth> Southern Sky
Yishenth> Obvious exits:
Yishenth> Northern Airspace Sky over the Clearing Southern Hold Airspace
Auralia adds, quickly, towards Imara, whether or not the greenrider can hear her, "Relax, too. Just in case." But peering towards the girl, she shrugs, "Reckon she'll be fine," she notes towards her fellow greenriders.
Imara nods at Shadara. "Okay... Blood..."
T'ren looks over at Shasta, "first flight" he asks.
Nareisa mumbles. "Blood. Blood. Blood."
Yishenth> You fly toward the Feeding Grounds below.
Yishenth> Feeding Grounds(#334RJa)
Yishenth> Contents:
Yishenth> Cyonth
Yishenth> Tjainth
Yishenth> Niaeth(#500JOaepqs$)
Yishenth> Muinyth(#3190JOQaempqs$)
Yishenth> Suriath
Yishenth> Quartz Brooch(#3878V)
Yishenth> Obvious exits:
Yishenth> Lakeside Meadow
Yishenth> Talons splayed, Suriath finds his way into the scattering herds with efficiency, aiming for the fattest creature he can down with one swipe of those razory claws. A bovine stumbles, getting downed without much effort, and with a bloody slash of one claw the mahogany brown finds gory fuel for the coming flight.
Yishenth> Muinyth rides the winds above the feeding ground, analysing the herds below. As beasts become alert to the impending doom that is a wing of male dragons hovering overhead, they begin to stampeed, and Muinyth folds his wings for a dive. Talons extended, wind rushing past his body, the brown thwumps into a buck, black ebony talons disappearing into flesh, cavernously dark forelimbs becomming speckled with blood. With callous disregard for the bawling of the herd rushing around him, he sinks his teeth into the creatures' neck, and begins to drain it of blood.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tjainth can tell he is WAY out of his posing-league here. :/ :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Iesath snickers. All of you have to come to my next flight. You're GOOD. ;)
Yishenth> Yishenth folds her wings back and dives towards a group of fat herdbeasts. One poor animal only has enough time to let out a terrified shriek before the greens sharp teeth are sinking into its flesh. There is a sloshing sound as Yishenth sucks in, drawing a mouthful of hot, satisfying blood.
Dragon> Flight sense that Luiseth cocks an ear. Hmm...
Dragon> Niaeth bespoke Flight with << Blooding is fun. >>
Yishenth> Suriath is glad he took his fine time at selecting a juicy herdbeast. Nourishing it had to be, juicy, tender, hot blood to give him the power he will need to chase lovely Yishenth. He descends onto the fat herdbeast, snapping the neck cleanly, blood gushing into his throat. He flicks his claws over the poor beast, shredding it to bloody pieces while he drinks and drinks and
Yishenth> Tjainth pounces on a nearby 'beast, ripping its throat out with a swipe of his talons. He quickly fastens his muzzle on the lifesblood spurting from the torn carated so as not to waste one warm salty drop. Sucking the carcus dry he carelessly tosses it aside and licks his muzzle as he turns his head looking for another victum.
Southern Weyr> Kayjay eats her chinese food, lustily :)
Auralia makes a face, "Do you know...It's far more sickening to get images of it when you've got a green only watching." She glares towards the doorway, "No need to watch, Iesath. None at all."
Yishenth> Cyonth tosses aside the dried corpe of the herd beast, his muzzle simply dripping with blooks as he looks up the the just arrived green..
Yishenth> Niaeth shakes the poor lifeless bird in his claws, apparently for the fun of watching it jiggle all over the place, and then, he drops it neatly on another running bird. Splat. This stops aforementioned fowl in its place, and before it can recover, the blue has it in his maw as well. An easy kill this one.
Kayjay drops her head again, muttering to herself. "Blood, you silly thing, if that's what you want."
Yishenth> Muinyth gives his kill a final shake, as if to dislodge the last drops of precious blood from the unwilling body. Giving up, his prey drained thoroughly, a flick of his neck sends the carcass careening off, to smack against the side of a fleeing bull, downing it. Ah-hah! and easy kill! Muinyth springs, and the creature hasn't the time to regain his legs before they're snapped out from under him, and a brown dragon is slurping the blood out of his neck.
Imara closes her eyes and shakes her head. "No! Blood only! You must not eat the meat!"
Nareisa giggles "Splat!" she says, out of nowhere.
Shasta makes no move to rise from her place, her eyes (one quite definetly blackened now) glazed over.
Southern Weyr> Shasta laughs at Nariesa! Great minds think alike?
Yishenth> Yishenth savagely rips open the herdbeast's stomach, wistfully watching the entrails spill out. Her tongue whips out and laps at the blood, but, unwillingly it seems, she does not touch the meat. Soon her entire muzzle is tinted red. Once the beast is empty, she carelessly tosses it away and searches for another kill. It doesn't take her long to find something appealing. With the flick of a forelimb, she snatches up a young wherry and snaps its neck.
Southern Weyr> Nareisa says, "Oh my, how did that happen? :)"
Southern Weyr> Nareisa thought she was being so original too. :) :P
Southern Weyr> Shasta giggles! you were - you got it out first, at least! :)
T'rrin closes his eyes tightly.
Yishenth> There's not much left of his herdbeast after a while as Suriath continues to suck it dry. He casually throws the shreds aside, looking up at Yishenth, then jumping to snatch a wherry in each talon. Quick motions sever the heads of them and continues to feed, to drink, to conserve strength.
Yishenth> Tjainth quickly pounces on other 'beast and quickly drains it of its lifesblood. He looks around and is captivated by the way the young green makes her kills so he decides to just watch her a while as he's had his fill of blood.
Dragon> Yishenth senses that Suriath rumbles deeply. << Drink deep, my little pretty one, You will need your strength, but I will be there to catch you when you falter. >>
Yishenth> Muinyth is unaware that he and Naieth have utilized similar means of killing. He's only aware of his need for blood, and his need for that precious gem that glows in the distance. He lifts his head from the drained bull, eyes whirling purple-red, as he takes in the lovely sight of Yishenth. Bouyed with a sense of euphoria, the medium sized brown springs, letting spread wings carry him a length or two, seeking his next kill. Below him, a panic stricken and bawling young buck tears apart from the safety of the herd, hooves pounding on the hard packed ground - at least until Muinyth's swipe lifts him into the air. Head over tail the creature tumbles, bawling silenced by fright, until he makes one last sound. A grunt, followed by a sickening crunch of bones as he is reunited with the ground, Muinyth landing right behind him to make use of the blood the buck no longer needs.
Yishenth> Suriath senses that Yishenth hmphs. << Catch me? I will never be caught. >>
Imara mumbles to herself. "You've got to get lots of blood so you can fly high and far. Lots of blood."
Dragon> Yishenth senses that Suriath croons soothingly. << When the time comes, you will tire and I will be there to catch you, and carry you softly, in the meantime, fly, fly high, you look so lovely. >>
Yishenth> Niaeth's muzzle is red with blood, and the bird almost gets tipped upside down in his haste to drain its lifeblood. This bird is discarded in the same way as the last. Obviously he was never taught not to litter. He hovers in the air, staring hard at Yishenth for a long time before nabbing a young buck, hamstringing it neatly as it tries to run. Then he watches it fall as it fails to run away. Sluuuuuuuuuurp. This is fun. Why put away your toys when there are so much more where they came from?
Southern Weyr> Shadara will be back later hubby needs me to put something together for him while he fiddles with the PC's
Southern Weyr> Auralia smooches Shadara.
Yishenth> Cyonth rumbles deeply quickly pouncing onto a smaller heard beast, simply destroying the beast, shreading it as he seeks out its blooks before droping back as if reeady to fling himself into the air.
Yishenth> Suriath has had his want of blood and now stands, casually flicking his jaw as gore drips down it. He relaxes just slightly, watching Yishenth carefully with a mixed gammet of emotions and colours passing across the faceted surface of his eyes.
Yishenth> I bespoke Suriath with << Yes, I will fly high, but you will never catch me. >>
Southern Weyr> Kayla says, "There's a flight? The things I miss while idling!"
Shadara strides over to the Kitchens.
Shadara has left.
Kayjay rubs her hands on her pant legs and sits back to watch Imara.
Yishenth> Yishenth plunges her fangs into the wherry, tearing it apart. She thirstily drinks the blood, nearly inhaling it, until the wherry is dry, and she flings it aside. She spots a small herdbeast running past and hops toward it. With a lightning-quick move, her neck stretches out, and the beast is suddenly caught between the greens vicious teeth. Yishenth clamps down with her jaws, gulping in the blood that comes gushing out. Her tropically iridescent hide is now pulsating with a brilliant illumination. She arches her head back and squeezes the herdbeast, draining it like someone wringing out a cloth. Only when she is sure there isnt a drop of blood left in the broken carcass does she discard it. She roars defiantly, challenging the males to try to catch her as she springs into the sky.
Nareisa just facepalms. NOT a good day.
Auralia watches the male riders in faint fascination, peering at them over the top of her glass of juice. "Shh, Iesath. You've told me enough." She looks even faintly sick.
Yishenth> Suriath rises now, a lunge of the legs, a beat of the wings and he is airborne, using his strength to his only advantage in a green flight; namely height. The downbeat of his membranes ruffles the fur of his dead and now forgotten blooding in the wind of his departure.
Yishenth> You soar to the open sky above.
Yishenth> Southern Sky
Yishenth> Obvious exits:
Yishenth> Northern Airspace Sky over the Clearing Southern Hold Airspace
Yishenth> Suriath soars over from the feeding grounds below.
Yishenth> Suriath has arrived.
Yishenth> Muinyth flies over from the feeding grounds below.
Yishenth> Muinyth has arrived.
Yishenth> Niaeth flies over from the feeding grounds below.
Yishenth> Niaeth has arrived.
Yishenth> Tjainth flies over from the feeding grounds below.
Yishenth> Tjainth has arrived.
Imara opens her eyes and finally notices all the riders that have gathered around her. Her eyes widen and she starts for the door. "No, can't let them get me!"
Nareisa arrows after the green. He's bigger than her, but not so much as the larger browns and bronzes, and he certainly has the advantage of agility, even if his lack of experience as opposed to some of the others means that he's not quite as quick to see her rise. Maybe he was having too much fun with his toys too.
Southern Weyr> Nareisa says, "I win the mav prize!"
Southern Weyr> Shasta wooos, first mav :)
Southern Weyr> Auralia says, "Go Nareisa! ;)"
Yishenth> Niaeth arrows after the green. He's bigger than her, but not so much as the larger browns and bronzes, and he certainly has the advantage of agility, even if his lack of experience as opposed to some of the others means that he's not quite as quick to see her rise. Maybe he was having too much fun with his toys too.
Southern Weyr> Kayla hmms?
Yishenth> Cyonth soars over from the feeding grounds below.
Yishenth> Cyonth has arrived.
Southern Weyr> Kayla ohhs. ;)
Auralia calls after Imara, "Go to your Weyr, or to the copse Weyr off the Western Weyrs. You'll be fine."
Southern Weyr> Nareisa says, "I'm pretty talented for a pregnant bluerider, huh? :)"
Yishenth> Yishenth opens her vibrant, glowing green wings wide as she rapidly ascends. Like a shooting star in the night, she flashes through the sky, visible from great distances. Her hide seems to radiate with light, and she exudes a powerful strength. Surely nothing can catch her now, especially those males! She is determined to outfly them all, and maybe she’ll tease them for good measure.
Southern Weyr> Auralia says, "Very."
Nareisa ohmys. "Faster! Faster!"
Shasta shoots upwards from her place, propped against the wall. A quick tug to her shirt, and she strides after Imara, purposefully.
*travel spam from Weyrhall to Imara’s weyr*
Yishenth> Muinyth lifts into the sky on umber-touched wings, leaving the bawling of the herds below him. His eyes fix upon the precious gem which streaks across the night sky far, far above, as practiced wings take him to the lifting winds of a thermal. All of his effort goes to straining upwards, seeking that one brilliant star, wasting none on the males unless they hamper his view of perfection.
Yishenth> Niaeth chases behind Yishenth, mimicking, for the most part, her moves. He has the agility to keep track of where she's going, and that gives him the edge on some of the larger males, some of which he passes without any acknowledgment. His prize is ahead, they are irrelevant.
Southern Weyr> Nareisa pulls Shasta out of her head. Really.
Imara runs in, not watching where she's going. She glances behind her and *SPLAT* runs into the far wall. There she sits, keeping a wary eye on the other riders.
Southern Weyr> Shasta awws, but it's so roomy in there...
Yishenth> Cyonth soars quickly up into the sky flowing quickly behind here his eyes locked on her, swirling with lust as he beats his wings hard.
Southern Weyr> Nareisa giggles.
Kayjay crouches in an opposite corner of the room, watching Imara from a distance. She runs a hand through her hair.
Shasta follows at a much more sedate pace than Imara's taken. She's got all the time in the world, after all. Sparing only the most fleeting of glances for the furniture in the dwelling, the Weyrsecond elects to remain standing, feet place hip width apart, hands clasped behind her back, and shoulders tossed back.
Nareisa gets dragged along by a helpful brownrider. She looks about as thrilled about this as she would about chewing firestone with her own teeth. She eyes the splat, only half-seeing, and certainly seeming way too nervous to approach the greenrider.
T'rrin opens his eyes slowly and slowly begins to move about the room around Imara slowly..
Yishenth> Tjainth catches a thermal and rises quickly, keeping his eye on the glowing form of the lovely green that is his prize to be won. A few quick strokes of his wings and he is above and slightly behind the green, able to keep her in view as well as the other males that are trying to capture the green. he carefully watches the green in case she decides to make any sudden cuts or dives so he can attempt to anticipate her moves.
Yishenth> A green tail, glittering with tints of cimmerian-aqua and midnight-blue, writhes sensuously around behind its owner, Yishenth. Like a streamer, it follows her every movement as she soars further away from those foolish males. The tail seems to have a mind of its own, and it seem to be intent upon taunting the various blues, browns, and bronzes near it. It floats there placidly, appearing so attainable, so easy to catch, but when another dragon manages to get too close, it swiftly jerks away.
Yishenth> Suriath follows his upwards path. He knows that he cannot match Yishenth's twists and turns and her graceful agility, so he goes for height, his one and only advantage as he can climb steadily. He watches her and bugles slightly, letting all know that he is still here, in the thick of things.
T'ren stands just inside the doorway, not familiar with the surroundings but knowing that his dragon is chasing a green and that the young lady on the bed is the lifemate of the one that his lifemate is trying to capture.
Yishenth> Niaeth seems hypnotised by that tail. He watches it closely, its sinuous movements spurring him to greater efforts. He works his wings, allowing the large muscles to overcome wind resistance and push him on. He continues to copy her movements as closely as possible, now with the front pack of blues.
Yishenth> Muinyth, certainly not the largest dragon in the flight, nor the smallest, conserves his energy for now. While that flaunting tail might dance high above him, and other dragons might strive to seek that lure, he knows well that a green still has many a trick up the proverbial sleeve this early in a flight. Instead of matching each twist and turn, he takes the middle road, making use of the rising warmed air of the thermals to bouy him upwards, ever upwards. For now, the wind assists him, aids him, is his comrade in flight... but not for long.
Yishenth> Cyonth sweeps quickly up after that tail....er green his wings beating hard and fast trying to move up threw the pack and gain some ground on her..
Imara scrunches herself into a little ball, as far away from the others as she can get.
Nareisa scrunches herself into a rolly-polly ball, over the other side of the room from Imara.
T'rrin crouches low to the ground watching Imara closely moving around the room like a cat stalking its prey...
Kayjay slides down against the wall, undoing the top button of her blouse, and fanning herself slightly. She hugs her knees to her chest. "Higher Suriath, higher."
T'ren surveys the room from his place over by the door, eyes continually returning to Imara. He steps further into the room and closes the distance between he and Imara.
Yishenth> Yishenth has been flying a fairly straight path so far. Time to change this. She abruptly banks to the right, nearly at a ninety degree angle. Her small body allows her to make the sharp turn smoothly, as if she need not put any effort into it at all. This is followed with a downward spiral. She has already gained enough altitude that there is no danger of coming too close to the ground, so she plummets Pern-ward fearlessly. Let's see them try to follow her now!
Yishenth> Niaeth has a slightly larger turning circle than Yishenth, but not so much that he can't do it. He loses some ground, however, in mimicking her moves. He follows behind in her plummet as though that tail hooked him and he's hanging on for dear life.
Yishenth> Suriath makes a confused sound, then mimics Yishenth's motions, folding his wings to his body, then plummeting down after her, wind whistling as the large body is pulled down towards the ground, towards Urieth. Towards the other dragons that were more clever and waited further down!
Yishenth> Cyonth :rolls over diving afty Yishenth a moment after she passes him in her decent, angling a bit to keep a little ways above her.
Yishenth> Muinyth swings wide as the green angles sharply, his bulk making a swift turn difficult, his calculating mind deciding to not waste the effort. As the gem of his hearts' desire plummets in a spiral, he swings widely, taking the chance at being on the right side when she finally breaks from her descent. Downwards he drops, but controlled always, letting her drop below him - he'll not need to reclaim his hard-won altitude later this way.
Yishenth> Tjainth sees the manuver of the smaller green. Knowing that he can't possibbly match a 90 degree turn like that he pulls up up up and OVER, a perfect Immleman(sp?). A quick rotataion and he is flying back the direction that he came from. he quickly realigns on the glowing green.
Shasta remains where she is, swaying on her feet as her mind fixates on that conciousness that is her lifemate high above the weyr. Other riders swarm around her, their minds linked with their dragons, their eyes on Imara, but she doesn't react beyond a single step to one side when a blue rider blocks her view.
Imara closes her eyes. She remains that way, mumbling things about never letting anyone catch her.
Yishenth> Without warning, Yishenth unfurls her wings, halting her descent. One moment she is diving headlong and the next she is rising again, gliding high above the clouds. She looks haughtily back at the males and bellows in frustration. Some of them are still there! They won't go away! Why won't they leave her alone? They have no chance of ever catching her, don't they know that?
Yishenth> Okay, that one took Niaeth by surprise. It takes him a moment or two to halt his descent, and change direction. He uses up precious energy in the furious wing-beating that gets him back in the race.
Yishenth> Suriath continues to drop, the blood that had been around his mouth pulling back in streamers along his neck, his tail sails taut and vibrating with strain and effort as he pulls muscles minutely to attempt to control his stone like descent. A strumming sound developes as Suriath passes what must surely be the fastest this large brown has dared go before. And all for Yishenth. But then she stops, and so he tries that to, giant wingsails unfurl and catch the air and he slows and then rises again, overshooting the lovely green and the others to end overhigh once more.
Nareisa rocks from side to side. She's completely silent. And not looking at anyone.
Yishenth> Cyonth unfurls his wings as well pulling up in a steap accent quickly < Kayjay gasps, reaching out in front of her and then suddenly leans back against the wall, head straining upwards up to the sky.
Yishenth> Tjainth is glad that he didn't dive down after the green. he tries to plan his flightplath to where she will fly up to him. He angles slightly and hope that this direction will intersect the lovely glowing greens flightpath.
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Yishenth with << Clever my dear, oh so clever, You deserve to be rewarded for that.. >>
Yishenth> Muinyth still drops a moment after Yishenth's descent draws to a sudden close, taken by suprise despite his close attention. Wings straining to lift his weight, the sandstone brown again begins to climb, this time not assisted by thermals. Only now does he spare a warning rumble, as a blue crosses his path, yet he continues to climb with determination. The wind is no longer lifting him, caressing his wings - instead it hampers him, parting reluctantly before his every wing beat, mocking him in the distance between himself and his love.
Southern Weyr> Kayjay says, "LOOOOOOVES spell checkers :)"
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << After this next pose, go ahead and do catch attempts. >>
Yishenth> Yishenth is growing tired, and it shows. She is having to put more energy into each wing beat just to keep herself ahead of the males. Desperately, she pivots from side to side, trying to throw the males off. A few blues and some browns drop out of the chase, but she is still not free of her pursuers. She begins to maneuver around again, darting here and there, concentrating only on trying to get away.
Southern Weyr> Kayla ohhs. ;)
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << so our next poses are capture attempts? >>
Yishenth> Tjainth noties the tiring Yishenth. Her pivots are becoming more predictible. He watches her for a bit, manuvers himself waits .. waits .. waits .. suddenly he folds in his wings and drops .......
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << NOTICES >>
Yishenth> Niaeth makes his move now. It will have to be now, as his energy won't last so much longer than the green's. With a last moment spurt, his wings beat strongly, arrowing towards the green, and that delicious tail of hers. As he approaches, he croons, his lust momentarily overcome by concern and gallantry. His outstretched limbs and neck are more of an invitation than a rude grab, but certainly close enough to catch and support her, should her darts take her into his grasp.
Yishenth> Suriath's lust filled bugle is tinged with tender wonder at Yishenth's valiant struggle to go on, and he sweeps forward gallantly, at least as gallantly as he can while pushing, shoving, clawing and wriggling, wings spread , ready to embrace her, save her from her weariness. He stretches out his neck, coming along side her, his wings carrying him powerfully, if not so strongly as at the beginning of the flight and with a soft croon, seeks to twine it with hers.
Yishenth> Muinyth lends all his heart, all his strength, all his might into his weary flight muscles. Again and again his wings battle the veil of cold air that hangs between him and the precious gem which lights up the night skies. No energy left for agility nor vocal demonstrations, the brown leapfrogs over a failing blue, rushing forwards and upwards, to one side of Yishenth. Should she veer towards him, should she not see him, he might have a chance. His neck strains, reaching towards hers, his wings stretch to foul hers...
Yishenth> Cyonth rolls quickly up and over Yishenth quickly attempting to come in over top of her his forleags extending to attempt to ensnare her to pull her to him, his wings snaping out then quickly back in in a attmept to foil hers.
Kayjay slowly creeps along the floor of the weyr, looking towards the prize, the goal.
Shasta lifts onto the balls of her feet, entire body quivering as she waits, eyes wide yet unseeing.
Nareisa looks up, reaching out her arms. Go figure.
Yishenth> Yishenth becomes less agile as her muscles begin to ache. She twists and turns, rises and falls, trying to avoid the males as they steadily approach her. One upward move suddenly gets her wings tangled with another's. She finally gives up and lets Cyonth twine his neck with hers.
Dragon> Iesath bespoke Flight with << Congrats, Cyonth :) >>
Yishenth> Tjainth.... and drops right past Yishenth. He bugiles is frustration as he misses the glowing green and he heads off.
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << congratz! :) >>
T'ren turns and stumbles out of the weyr.
Yishenth> With a disappointed roar and a flicker of his tail, Suriath dives down towards the lake.
Yishenth> Muinyth streaks right past Yishenth, voicing a roar of frustration as he glances backwards to see Cyonth twining necks with his love. Umber streaked wings fold, and the brown descends to the solace of the Weyr.
Yishenth> Tjainth soars to the open meadow below.
Kayjay gasps, looking around the room and scrambles to her feet, head down. She blindly looks for the door and races out.
Shasta, hovering on the balls of her feet, lets out a strangled sound, and pivots quickly. Determined steps take her from the cottage with speed, and she's soon gone.
Yishenth> Tjainth flies over from the Lakeside Meadow below.
Shasta walks out into the Clearing.
Dragon> Niaeth bespoke Flight with << Congrats! >>
Yishenth> Tjainth disappears into Between.
Imara opens her eyes and gasps.
T'rrin lunges forwords as Cyonth twines around yishenth and quickly draws Imara to him
Dragon> Tjainth bespoke Flight with << thanks for letting me play! :) >>
Yishenth> Muinyth flies toward the Southern Weyrs below.
Yishenth> Niaeth's grasp meets nothing but air, and he flies away from the happy pair.
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Flight with << It was a fun :) As always :) >>
Nareisa just scoots. Zoom.
Yishenth> Niaeth soars to the Southwestern Weyrs below.
Imara allows herself to be pulled up, no longer afraid.
*Fade to Black*
Southern Weyr> Kayla says, "How did the flight go?"
Southern Weyr> Shasta says, "Still going :)"
Dragon> Iesath bespoke Flight with << Good luck everyone. You've all been great. ;) >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Yishenth nods.
Dragon> Cyonth bespoke Flight with << As in catch now? >>
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Flight with << Yes, try to catch now. >>
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Flight with << Congrats Cyonth!!! >>
Dragon> Muinyth bespoke Flight with << Woo, Cyonth :) >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Yishenth phews! THANK YOU ALL for participating! I really appreciate it. You all did wonderfully! :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Luiseth whees. Congrats :)
Dragon> Cyonth bespoke Flight with << Thanks >>
T'ren walks out into the Clearing.
T'ren has left.
Yishenth> Suriath dives down and splashes into the lake!
Yishenth> Suriath has left.
Yishenth> Tjainth has left.
Kayjay walks out into the Clearing.
Kayjay has left.
Yishenth> Tjainth has arrived.
Shasta has left.
Yishenth> Tjainth has left.
Yishenth> Muinyth has left.
Nareisa walks out into the Clearing.
Nareisa has left.
Yishenth> Niaeth has left.