An Evening Star [Open | Gold Flight]

The wind rushed past his golden bronze hide as he pushed himself higher and higher, chasing the golden beauty who teased and taunted him and every other worthless dragon that thought to chase and catch HIS queen. With every flap of her wings, every flick of her tail as she changed direction, Torath grew more lust filled, more determined that she would indeed be his and no other's. He had competition to be sure, but Torath completely dismissed any and all blues, they were barely worthy of greens, never a gold. There were browns and other bronze dragons however, although browns were always able to catch a gold, he knew those brown dragons chasing, knew that he could easily outfly them. He beat his wings strong and steady, being sure not to tire himself to soon, eyes swirling with the lust that washed over him and nearly knocked N'kal on his ass as he stumbled his way from one hut to another, always the thought of a beautiful gold dragon...no..a beautiful young girl, a girl he barely knew but a girl he wanted with every fiber of his being.

Through Torath he felt the cool rush of mist as he shot through clouds high above the weyr, practically playing when he was supposed to be winning this insane flight he had been dragged into. He barrel rolled through the clouds, bugling as he burst through the otherside of the clouds, a few dragon lengths above Okalinath, roaring with rage almost instantly as he caught sight of a blue nearly slamming into her in some crazy attempt to outfly her, luckily she was agile and alert enough to tuck her wings and dip beneath him just in time. Foolish blue beast!! Be gone!, he snarled out at the dragon before gliding away and continuing the chase, forgetting the blue just that easily. On the ground below N'kal had found Kahleena, so scared and unsure, surrounded by riders of both blue, brown, and bronze, though several he saw were already leaving to lick their wounds as they were rejected by the gold above. It served them right, none deserved a golden beauty such as her, none but a bronze and his rider. This rider. He felt Torath's rage boil through him and his eyes found the rider of the offending blue dragon, grabbed him by the back of his tunic and with a sound something close to a growl and flung him away from the young girl with little effort, turning to aim a kick at the riders retreating backside.

Turning his lust filled gaze back to the little golden girl..he shook his head slightly. No..she was a woman, and she would be his woman this night. He hovered close to her, lust coursing through him continually as Torath swooped through the air letting his rider feel all his lust as he let out a triumphant roar when Okalinath darted aside, thwarting a brown who thought to claim her early. Torath let out a snarl in the direction of the rejected brown but then dismissed him as he watched her soar, a feeling of victory swelled within his as her actions to get away from the brown had put him in the perfect position to dive and snatch her from the cool night sky. His roar reverberated through the sky as he claimed his angry and hissing Okalinath. He could tell she was unhappy with her capture but he would make sure she was happy with him, they would soar through the night and soon the weyr would rejoice with the hatching of their children, strong, healthy dragons who would help their weyr grow.

N'kal, completely lost in the lust of his dragon as he was, was still shocked when he wrapped himself around Kahleena's dragon. He had not realized that he himself had wrapped his own arms around the girl, lifted her easily in one arm and crushed his mouth to hers before moving them both inside out of sight and reach of those unworthy of her. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt, he knew, he was unworthy too, however for this night, this one time she would be his, Okalinath would be Torath's. Just this one time.