[G] [C] 732.10.07 | Early morning surprises [Open, Green Maiden Flight]

8)S’jin woke from slumber slightly earlier than normal. He felt like he was burning up inside.  He had been feeling slightly agitated for days now and really wasn’t sure why. And it had been getting steadily worse. He tried to snap L’te’s head off the other day.  It happened when the blue rider had bumped into him at breakfast.  Had he missed signs? He really wasn’t sure. He had not been watching his lovely green beauty for signs of rising cause he believed they still had more time but then he didn’t. He could feel Araith own agitation giving way to lust and desire.  Araith hide was shimmering in the soft light of the morning as the sun rose into the sky.  How could he have been so blind the signs were screaming at him  for days?

Araith bellowed out a challenge to the males in the area.  She had been making note of ones that caught her eye but one never knows the outcome of the flight.  Come Yes Come catch me if you can Araith chanted almost musically.
S’jin felt his breath catch in his throat at the raw power of the desire radiating from Araith  it was starting to become harder to separate his desires from hers. He never felt anything like this burning need within him. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly. He pulled on his pants with nimble fingers and headed out shirtless from the barracks.

S’jin stumbled out of the building and outside just as Araith again issued a challenge to the males as she took wing to make a kill before again heading into the sky teasing and taunting.  They can’t catch me S’jin let’s give them a chase they will remember Araith said softly to her rider.  S’jin smiled impishly he had to agree giving them a chase would be fun. Araith repeats her taunts Come catch me. Can you ? He raises his hand above his eyes to shield them from the rising sun blocking the light as he looks to the sky. His breath coming in short gasps as he totally surrenders to Araith’s desires and lust. His own eyes darkening with the raw power of the pure desire.

Well, this was awkward.

I'shan blushed a bit and peeled himself out of bed. Man, what a dream that must have been. Was he thinking about N'gelt again? He sure missed the brownrider, though by now it was sadly obvious to the poor bluerider that he and N'gelt were done for good. How long had it been this time? How long since their make up session and then how long before I'shan saw him again? How many empty place settings and uneaten meals?

He was tired of being alone. In fact, he missed R'nd. Sure, he would never have what  B'jin had with the bluerider, but R'nd was his best friend and had never let him down...maybe it wasn't even  N'gelt he'd been dreaming about. No, it must have been R'nd..what else could cause him to wake in such an embarrassing condition of arousal?

Oor it could be Ilveriath flirting with some green. That would do it, too. I'shan ran to the door, nose wrinkled as he realized that Ilveriath was indeed calling out to a young green. Who is that?

Araith

Araith?

I'shan stared dumbly for a few seconds before swearing and heading out the door. It figured...dreams of R'nd, nightmares of N'gelt, and now a greenflight. Would he ever catch a break? At least this time it was someone he knew!

Z'ia woke with a little murmuring sound of discontent, wriggling free from uncomfortable nightmares himself to find he was nine-tenths out of bed, head twisted back at an odd angle. Struggling frantically, the tiny bluerider wriggled himself back into the bed, collapsing with a strangled sigh.

Z'ia? Aveleth's voice was as sweet and gentle as ever and Z'ia turned his head to face where he knew his dragon was located on the roof above him.

Sup, Kiddo? he didn't bother to speak out loud, but his change in thought process had Plague crooning gently and creeping closer so she could curl against his neck. The other two were very much asleep.

Aveleth didn't answer, not with words, but the gentle wave of timid lust caused Z'ia's eyebrows to arch. None of Aveleth's girls were due! Well, Astoreth was due, but the timidity in Aveleth's interest certainly wasn't what was used around Astoreth and had flights! Rilaleeyth had flown two months prior so she wasn't due for a good handful yet.

"Who is it?" Z'ia was pleased his dragon was investing his own interest in someone new, and the bluerider toppled out of bed and skipped across the room, slipping outside as he tugged his pants on with jerky little movements.

Araith his voice was soft, and as sweet as ever. The lust was very backseat and Z'ia peered up at the dragon on the rooftop.

It took him a while to figure out which one was Araith, and while not overly impressed by the idea of entering a maiden flight (he much preferred veteran riders who didn't cry at the tiniest bump or scrape or freak out because sex) Z'ia also didn't want to make Aveleth feel as if he couldn't pick some of the flights they entered, too.

"Are you going to chase?" The rider's own voice was soft and he smiled gently when Aveleth looked down at him from the roof top. The dragon's eyes were dark with lusty emotions and Z'ia gasped lightly when Aveleth stopped holding them back; the dragon hasn't been denying Z'ia's inclusion- rather, he'd been avoiding both their inclusion until he was sure it was okay.

Yes lust fulled surity filled his voice and Z'ia grinned in delight as Aveleth pushed off lightly from the roof top, and winged placidly to the little green's vicinity. A gentle croon was give, and Aveleth waited patiently for the flight to begin. Then he would fly!

Z'ia made his way to S'jin's location with steady steps, Aveleth's lust hardly the controlling factor other riders had to deal with before a flight. It would become controlling, when Aveleth lost his own innovations. But not yet, not while drive was still sitting behind fear.

/phone post. Sorry for any weird words >.<

S'jin had to smile softly to himself as he watched Araith preen for her blue suitors. She feed lightly only tasting the blood of her fresh kill  wanting to lead her suitors on a merry chase threw the sky.  He had to admit to himself that he shared her mischievous nature of wanting to  make them work for  the prize. Specially seeing that they themselves were the prize. He didn't see anything wrong with either of the suitors that arrived so far to fly Araith he didn't have any issues with either of the riders that showed up so far. Course one he knew very well indeed and wouldn't mind him winning in the least.  Course he know Araith was feeling  a bit challenging when she sent out another call of challenge before taking to the air. She lifted off the ground totally without warning. Her wings beating gracefully as she lifted up into the air.

He felt the breath catch again in his throat. He felt the raw hunger radiating from  Araith as she rose farther into the air.  He couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment  and then she was off like the wing away from the buildings and further into the air. She was showing off he could tell as she moved with liquid grace threw the air. She even started doing some acrobatics twirling and twisting in the air just to show off her flexibilities.  She called to the boys Come catch me if you can He could hear the soft teasing and merriment in her mind-voice as she egged the males on to try and catch her.

She was flying! Aveleth released something between a croon and a bark of surprise, as she shot off, the youthful creature was so agile and elegant! He paused, not bothering to shoot after her as those around him took off the instant she did; he was too busy watching her with fascination. The sunlight on her wings was reflective and capturing, and Aveleth likely would have sat there all day in captivated awe were it not for the less than subtle shove from Z’ia. The young blue could fawn over how beautiful she was after he flew her!

Crooning lowly once more, Aveleth pushed off lightly from his perch. He arrowed swiftly and skilfully through the early morning air, wings beating sure and strong. It felt good to fly! The brilliant sun was bright, radiating like the green beautify leading them such a fun chase, the clouds few and far between in the crisp dawn air. It was a wonderful setting! An eye roll from Z’ia at the dragon’s poetic delights was ignored as Aveleth shifted slightly, dipping past another blue in order to inch a bit closer to Araith, his lusty gaze no less gentle than any other time Aveleth looked upon anyone, as he watched her move through the air.

Would you quit fantasising? It’s not Rilaleeyth! Of course, the chases for that green usually came with such determination as Aveleth rarely exhibited anywhere else. The dragon gave a snort, winging out of reach of a nasty snap from another dragon and giving every indication of a sad pout at the nasty behaviour. His heart wasn’t in the chase, and Z’ia huffed irritably as he stalked pointedly to and fro around S’jin. He could still feel the tendrils of Aveleth’s lust, but the blue was not distracted by thoughts of Rilaleeyth and Z’ia’s eyes rolled skyward again as the clutch of dragonlust abandoned him and all he was left with was his own randy desires.

She could never be Rilaleeyth, Aveleth pointed out, his tone somewhere between indignant and as close to irritated as the dragon was capable of being – especially with Z’ia. Of course she isn’t, but do you not still want her? There was a pause, and he could feel Aveleth shifting through the throngs of flight without the power of lust, but still with the energy and thrill of those around him. The dragon craved his own form of adrenaline as much as Z’ia did, though he was far more subtle about his addiction. If she wants me, he responded cryptically, and Z’ia growled under his breath.

She’s a green! If you want her, take her! Z’ia, frustrated and exasperated by his dragon, followed his words through with a heavy mental command, and Aveleth made a daring attempt to snatch Araith from the very grips of the morning air, as Z’ia threw forward an arm, attempting to snatch S’jin by the collar.

They do not need to capture. I’m as happy to have them slink off as losers XD But Z’ia is not always very patient and Aveleth was going to slink away anyway at this rate lol

She was showing off. How intriguing.

Ilveriath wheeled to his left after gaining altitude, slinking along the side of the pack at a patient pace, eyes locked firmly on the trailing green form ahead of him. He saw no need to show off. Sure, many males would follow her example and try to show out, but this was not a best-dressed contest...it was first-in. Ilveriath was content to let the other males wear themselves out and then dart in, presenting himself in all his elegant glory, unfazed by the rigors of the flight!

I'shan liked that plan. It was a plan, and that was more than he had himself! He darted out of his hut, almost dazed by the whirl of fire lizards around his head and pulse of flightlust in his body. "Ilveriath! Get her, boy!" he called out, a little bit confused when the words came out of his actual mouth as well as his mind. Could Ilveriath hear him? Oh, bother! Who cared! Ilv wouldn't let him down...he never did. I'shan took off at a run, blindly seeking the green's rider and only half-paying attention to his state of half-dress and his general messiness. There was business at hand! Who had time to brush their hair?!

Ilveriath crooned softly and angled himself towards Araith, watching as some of the less-enticed suitors started to drop out. The slim blue made his move, flattening his wings to his side and darting towards her, shooting out of the sky like an arrow. He rumbled sweetly as he descended on her, though his fragile form would have been easy for a larger male to bat aside like a delicate kite.

Seijin elegantly sidestepped the man reaching for his collar as Araith dodged his dragon in flight.  Neither was going to be easy to catch or so they though.  Seijin  purred softly  as if teasing  Z'ia for missing his target. " You all have to try better then that. " He said softly and reached out running a finger down Z'ia  neck before moving away again.  Coming into his reach for a second before  moving off quickly.

His eyes lite upon I'shan he knew that Ilveriath was flying as well. He remembered that Ilveriath was one of the first dragons he had meet and one the first to ever speak to him. She noticed some of the crowd had thinned out most of the serious ones were still in the race. But she was beginning to tire and slow.  Araith Zigged instead of Zagging when  Aveleth made his  grab at her and didn't' noticed that Ilveriath had shot down from above  her. 

Seijin made a squeak of surprise himself he hadn't saw that move coming any more then his beloved Araith did. His eyes widened slightly he hadn't realized that blues were that cunning and patient.  Seijin knew he had a lot more to learn.  He barely had time to turn around and  look for the winner before he was drug into the arms behind him clearly I'shan had the same attack plan as Ilveriath and was there to also take him by surprise. His voice was soft yet rough with  desire " Umm hello fancy meeting you here" He said softly  as he was pulled against warm flesh.

I'shan felt his lithe body bounce off of some other suitor as he plowed his way into the room, paying no heed to the men and women around him, clawing and wriggling and pushing and shoving his way towards his prize. Greenflights were so much fun, and Ilveriath had gotten so much better at them over the last few turns! Who would it be this time? Shards, anyone other than A'liran would do! Or a girl...I'shan would have been disappointed (and disgusted) to wake up beside a girl again, but at least they couldn't help it! And at least they wouldn't try to beat him up for winning!

When he heard the voice of the greenrider speak to him, his eyes fixed on the younger man in recognition. "Oh! It's you..." he said, smirking, proud of himself for being sober enough to recognize what was going on. He knew this young man well, and he had every intention of proving that he deserved the maiden flight.

Oh, even better? Beating Z'ia. One more checkmark for I'shan!

The bluerider smirked, already anticipating his victory when he finally felt Ilveriath collide with Araith. I'shan threw himself at S'jin, laughing joyously and unable to resist casting one quick, playful smirk at Z'ia. Otherwise, he was lost to the flight itself.