21.Mar.14, 09:46 AM
Flights were full of uncertainties. Would anyone be injured? Who would win? What would happen to the losers? One thing that was certain for this flight, however, was that Ghaeth would not be the one to stand proudly beside Mizeath on the Sands for an exciting Hatching months from now.
The blue was easily avoided when he lost momentum and left the chase to a disappointed and frustrated snarl from the rider below. It was everyone else that caused the problem. Gold flights were always rough and far more competitive than that of greens but maiden flights seemed to be downright cutthroat and even with the lusty determination flowing through him, the sweet and child-like brown dragon always had trouble keeping pace in that regard. He did his best by using his size and turns of practice chasing greens but Ghaeth could still at times get caught up in a move by a competitor he wasn’t expecting.
A bronze moved in front of him to cut off any attempts Ghaeth may have had which was fine; they were early into the flight and chances always opened up. It only took a keen eye to know when to make the move before anyone else did. Unfortunately, his focus was too intense on the shimmering hide of the gold that led them across the sky. Another dragon – bronze K’tir suspected – came up close to their side and, without warning or provocation, moved into Ghaeth’s wing space, doing his best to perform the dragon version of a body check. It worked, sending Ghaeth off kilter and dropping down out of the mass of bodies that moved as one behind Mizeath before he righted himself and glided along, far more slowly than he had currently been moving.
K’tir stumbled on the ground; the shock of being hit by another dragon bouncing through their tight bond made it feel like he had actually been slammed himself. He caught himself on the shoulder of a fellow rider that brushed him off and K’tir had to focus the rage from beating up the man for daring to treat him in such a way into that of determination to enter back into the chase.
It was clear they were out of it and only a miracle that involved dragons crashing or Mizeath dropping on top of him would land them the win but Ghaeth and K’tir were determined. They wouldn’t fall out of it like the pathetic blues but continue on despite the odds that showed they wouldn’t even have a chance at brushing against her tail.
The blue was easily avoided when he lost momentum and left the chase to a disappointed and frustrated snarl from the rider below. It was everyone else that caused the problem. Gold flights were always rough and far more competitive than that of greens but maiden flights seemed to be downright cutthroat and even with the lusty determination flowing through him, the sweet and child-like brown dragon always had trouble keeping pace in that regard. He did his best by using his size and turns of practice chasing greens but Ghaeth could still at times get caught up in a move by a competitor he wasn’t expecting.
A bronze moved in front of him to cut off any attempts Ghaeth may have had which was fine; they were early into the flight and chances always opened up. It only took a keen eye to know when to make the move before anyone else did. Unfortunately, his focus was too intense on the shimmering hide of the gold that led them across the sky. Another dragon – bronze K’tir suspected – came up close to their side and, without warning or provocation, moved into Ghaeth’s wing space, doing his best to perform the dragon version of a body check. It worked, sending Ghaeth off kilter and dropping down out of the mass of bodies that moved as one behind Mizeath before he righted himself and glided along, far more slowly than he had currently been moving.
K’tir stumbled on the ground; the shock of being hit by another dragon bouncing through their tight bond made it feel like he had actually been slammed himself. He caught himself on the shoulder of a fellow rider that brushed him off and K’tir had to focus the rage from beating up the man for daring to treat him in such a way into that of determination to enter back into the chase.
It was clear they were out of it and only a miracle that involved dragons crashing or Mizeath dropping on top of him would land them the win but Ghaeth and K’tir were determined. They wouldn’t fall out of it like the pathetic blues but continue on despite the odds that showed they wouldn’t even have a chance at brushing against her tail.