Top of the world, baby [Green Flight]

Ce'lie rested quietly outside her hut. Her mood was not in her usual pleasant range. but instead she found herself becoming more and more restless. Her words were not soft and warm instead they came out low, almost growling as she snapped at people who certainly did not deserve it aimed that them. It only taken a look to Twilirth's modestly glowing hide for her to piece together what was happening.

Being up at the crack of dawn certainly had its disadvantages as now she was done for the day, she had little to do. Her son would not be finished in his creche lesson for some time and she was stuck, being bored.

Twilirth stretched with a hearty yawn, her wings strained as she forced them to stretch out to their limits before she relaxed, shifting her wings impatiently. She moved to her feet, her hide gently pulsing before screaming her challenge and taking wing.

"Come and get if you dare!" she called out, her body stretched out brief as she dropped some height before taking height. All the while a soft chuckle built up in her throat.

R'nya frowned mildly as his dragon's mind reached out for him, the uncommon taste of lust thick on the bond and the expression on the usually placid bronzerider's face darkened. The Wingleader had long been up and facing the day, having already eaten and cleaned up his genuinely spotless hut. No. There was no desire on the human's end, and he had no interest at all in winding up in bed with some greenrider he didn't care to know because his dragon was randy. He didn't even bother to ask who the greenrider was. Xyreith, who was almost entirely an obedient dragon, rebelled viciously. Yes! The bronze had no recollection of when he had last invested in a flight, but he knew his bonded and the young man did not enjoy flights, and was very heavy handed about allowing his dragon entry.

Lust began filtering in more heavily, and R'nya scowled irritably as he stood up, stalking across his hut angrily and leaning on the window still, having pushed the window open so that he could see and speak to his dragon on a more personal level. "No." The answer remained the same, but the response from his dragon was simply a deepening of the bombardenmet of lust. Yes! Xyreith repeated, now flashing his rider with an image of the dragon he was interested in; a name came belatedly as the Wingleader fought against lust to keep his mind working solidly: Twilirith. At least it was a woman bonded dragon. R'nya was not one to invest in exploits such as sex, and while he did occasionally (very rarely) give his dragon leave to Chase, he almost exclusively did so for women riders. There was something distinctly wrong about waking up entangled with another man!

"Fine." R'nya sighed deeply, unhappy but finally allowing his dragon the freedom he required in order to chase. While the bronzerider did not claim the tight fisted control of his dragon that, say, D'ren had of his bronze, R'nya was not so far off. Xyreith was kept within strict control, but R'nya was not immune to the dragon's desires - and his dragon desired. Perhaps if the rider kept up a more active sex life, his beast would be less inclined to fight for the right to chase; as it was, R'nya did not have a sex life, and had no desire to create one. "Take us to her."

Xyreith obliged anxiously, curling low to help his wonky rider climb aboard, the pair of them losing themselves more deeply into the dragon induced lust that was coursing through the bronze. The flight to Ce'lie's hut was swift, with R'nya stumbling as he hit the ground. In the same breath, Xyreith gave a bellowing answer to the swiftly flying green's challenge, ignoring the brown and blue dragons - so much swifter and more sure than he, after such a delicate prize - as he shot into the air, dark and lusty eyes set and remaining strongly on Twilirth. On the ground, R'nya stumbled alongside the other hopeful suitors, eyes glassy with a lust he was unused to, despite his twenty turns of dragonriding.

Damn you, Xyreith... a pause. Fly!

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Hahaha, sucks to be R'nya. I'm actually more interested in them losing than winning, but we'll see who else swoops in ;)

Before impressing Pistoth, Echlerov wouldn't have described himself as a morning person, but now, with his little blue, he couldn't be anything else. They had spent the morning down by the lake, swimming, and washing, and then he had oiled up Pistoth so that his pale hide shined.

A green is rising. The little blue commented. I am going to chase her.

"Oh, you think so?" Echlerov teased, climbing onto his dragon's back. "Well, let's go then." He had no objections to the blue chasing, it was fun, even if he didn't win. And he didn't expect them to, even if Pistoth was turning out to be a good sized blue. That was the only disadvantage to being a blue rider, but perhaps, since it wasn't a queen who was flying, his agility might help out there.

It wasn't long before they had landed by the greenrider's hut, Pistoth only pausing long enough to allow his rider to drop off. Wish me luck.

"We don't need luck, love. Fly well."

Always!

Ce'lie's breath left her breaths in panted gasps. Her vision fading in from her own to what was happening in the sky. A flash of bronze and blue passed her eyes as above the hut, Twilirth turned to admire her chasers. A bronze and a blue. A little disappointing that there were no others but the two that chased where certainly fine specimens of their colors. With a bugle, the green twisted in the air with an almost floral flourish.

"Come on boys, let me see what you can do!" The dark hued green laughed, zigzagging through the air, turning mere seconds before collision with her hit them, her wings beating as she dove down with a trill. There is no way she challenge them as golden Krpyth had but she could twist and avoid them for a while before she let herself be caught.

If Pistoth had been a human, he would have been grinning, but since he wasn't, his eyes were whirling with excitement and eagerness. This would be a fun game, and he dove down after her, twirling and darting playfully.

His white hued hide shone brightly as he chased the dark green female. He was glad that Echlerov had oiled him properly this morning, even if they hadn't known that he would be chasing.

It wouldn't give him an edge chasing the green, but he didn't need one. This green obviously wanted to play, and if he was good at anything, that was it.

Xyreith was not pleased; he was a large dragon, a strong dragon and a long distance flier. As a result, the young bronze was incapable of following the twinkle toed flying of the spunky little green. Her aerial maneuvers were pretty, and if he had been watching from the ground like he generally was, Xyreith may have been impressed, or at least amused by her antics. As a chaser, they were nothing more than vastly frustrating as the much larger dragon did his best to flow after her movements while avoiding they're artistically flying blues and even browns.

The bronze dragon gave a hiss of frustration as a blue zipped around him, nipping delicately after the glowing green prize. Xyreith wanted her, he wanted the smooth, delicate release of a green tangled beautifully alongside his own stunning bronze body – but, as her playful flight patterns continued, the bronze found himself at times falling back, or over shooting entirely as she flipped and turned; dove and rose. Frustration began to win over the list of desire, and as xyreith missed an opening to swoop in and grab her, he could feel his frustration giving way to the list that held R'nya to the flight lust. As his human became free, he began fostering Xyreith's frustration until the bronze dragon gave another hiss, this time a combination of rage and frustration, and pulled away, angling away from the flight and out overthrow plains.

Since he couldn't fly his green, he'd take his frustration out on killing Wherries.

R'nya sighed in relief as he wriggled between pacing flight contenders, ignored the flightmoths lingering outside, and strode confidently home to his hit. Damned greens!

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ooc; Kick, there would be a handful of NPC blues and maybe a couple of browns and bronzes chasing, not just the PC ones that tagged :)