06.Feb.18, 09:54 AM
They couldn’t think of when they’d heard of a virgin bronze winning a gold flight, be it her maiden flight or otherwise. IT must have happened in the past, at some point, but N’mor didn’t know when and he’d never heard storied of it. Young bronze and brown and blue usually won the more delicate green beauties not the wild and wily forms of the golden beauties. Not that N’mor didn’t have faith in his wonderful dragon’s worth or abilities, but he couldn’t think of when it had last happened. Would it happen now? He smiled, secure and as wrapped up in the chase as his beast – they were worthy, more worthy than many (Any! ) of their competition. Their youth and vitality would be so much better for a strong and worthy clutch. Surely Nadioth could see that!
Rhezalth hadn’t been expecting the Flight to be so challenging; he’d watched other Flights before, gold and green, though he’d never felt inclined to partake before this bright morning. But he was still surprised by the way Nadioth controlled the group, the way she dipped and dove, rose above the clouds and turned this way and that. The way she reprimanded those who sought to catch her before her time, and the way other beasts fell out of the running – unworthy creatures that they were! Rhezalth didn’t bother to voice his opinions when there were roars and grunts released, but kept his breath for more important things, like filling his lungs to fuel his wings and control his speed and movement.
His self control was tested, however, when Rhezalth felt the group dynamic change; Nadioth was distracted for a moment and several of his fellow competitors decided to take advantage of that fact. Rhezalth bellowed his fury, and ploughed his way through the group, tucking his wings in and clawing at a brown dragon who tried to get past him. He could feel the ichor staining his claws as he twisted and made his own launching grab for the beautiful gold that had lead them all on such a wonderful chase, aware of the press of other bronze and brown around him, but focused solely on his prize. Surely she would know only he was worthy!
Rhezalth hadn’t been expecting the Flight to be so challenging; he’d watched other Flights before, gold and green, though he’d never felt inclined to partake before this bright morning. But he was still surprised by the way Nadioth controlled the group, the way she dipped and dove, rose above the clouds and turned this way and that. The way she reprimanded those who sought to catch her before her time, and the way other beasts fell out of the running – unworthy creatures that they were! Rhezalth didn’t bother to voice his opinions when there were roars and grunts released, but kept his breath for more important things, like filling his lungs to fuel his wings and control his speed and movement.
His self control was tested, however, when Rhezalth felt the group dynamic change; Nadioth was distracted for a moment and several of his fellow competitors decided to take advantage of that fact. Rhezalth bellowed his fury, and ploughed his way through the group, tucking his wings in and clawing at a brown dragon who tried to get past him. He could feel the ichor staining his claws as he twisted and made his own launching grab for the beautiful gold that had lead them all on such a wonderful chase, aware of the press of other bronze and brown around him, but focused solely on his prize. Surely she would know only he was worthy!