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2023/08/04 Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
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30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
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30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
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24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
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28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)



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Dreams vs Reality [Gold Flight Open to All Chasers]

Rhaedalyn
of Gold Aradissicath

Date of Birth
21.05.709 AL, 35
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Written By: SunsetWay
#1
The last four days had been a long whirlwind of a blur filled with far too much commotion for the girl that only wanted to sew and enjoy her free time with her friends and dragon. However, four days ago her Weyrlingmaster noticed something Rhaedalyn had been dreading to hear since the day she Impressed; Aradissicath had a faint shimmer to her hide.

Her sweet dragon would rise soon and with that Rhaedalyn would be left tossed into bed with some random dragonrider.

It had been a horrifying revelation but there were a lot of wonderful people offering her assistance on how to prepare. She assumed since Jada and Kahleena had already gone through the experience, the Weyr was now prepared with how to handle maiden gold flights once more and guide the frightened girls that rode the cranky and wilful beasts. Even though Rhaedalyn thought every aspect of goldriding had been covered in her special lessons, there seemed to be a great deal more to learn with the impeding flight. Learning how to keep Aradissicath from gorging seemed to be of the utmost importance but it also seemed to be the hardest thing ever. She didn’t want to enforce her will on her darling dragon and make her do something she didn’t want to do!

Sadly, that wasn’t the worst part of her days. Dragonriders began to circle closer to her than usual, taking a keen interest in her. Rhaedalyn was a bit confused until Kahleena pointed out with a giggle that they were waiting for Aradissicath to rise so they could get a quick jump on the chase. It was a bit shocking and even scandalous to think that men were essentially lining up for a chance to bed her. Still, while that had been horrible, it wasn’t the worst thing to have happened in that time.

R’nya had taken to staying close to her as well but as a bodyguard. He scared off the men that were circling closer and closer, trying for premature grabs and samplings. When one rider finally managed to disturb her during the breakfast line, R’nya had swung; his fist connecting with the poor man’s nose. Rhaedalyn squeaked and stood, as usual, with her eyes wide at the sight of the bleeding man until R’nya ushered her away to a quieter environment.

Rhaedalyn? Aradissicath’s voice brushed gently against Rhaedalyn’s sleeping mind. Her rider’s dreams were usually far more fanciful and entertaining, and while the last few days with the fighting men had been fun, Aradissicath didn’t want to relive the days yet again. There were far more fun things they could be dreaming – or doing. She had been waiting patiently the last few hours for Rhaedalyn to wake up since the girl needed her sleep but she was ready to fly now.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, turning the dark sky into pretty shades of purple and pink. It was the perfect time to show off her hide that was glowing rather spectacularly in her opinion. She needed to feed first. She could do that while Rhaedalyn dressed and prepared for the day. This sounded like a wonderful plan!

Aradissicath stretched and quietly trotted away from the hut Rhaedalyn had moved into several months earlier. It was almost a perfect take off, save for her tail clipping the hut’s door, which was loud enough to wake Rhaedalyn. As the girl moaned and stirred, confused from the dramatic turn her dreams had taken just before waking, Aradissicath went to the hunting grounds to feed. Food would help her fly all the better and make for the perfect chase.

Rhaedalyn blinked rapidly at her ceiling, wondering what was going on when she reached out for her dragon and felt her hunger. Aradissicath usually waited for her so they could go together and watch any of the bronzes that were out hunting. It was only when the change in demeanour was felt did Rhaedalyn start to realize what was happening. The banging on her door from a concerned friend that had a dragon spot the gold heading for the herd put everything solidly into place.

Rhaedalyn jumped out of bed, grabbing her robe as she went. There wasn’t any time to dress and while she was slightly embarrassed to be stepping outside in her sleeping wear, making sure her dragon only bleed the beasts for her feeding took precedent. “I know!” She shot back when someone in the gathering crowd told her to keep Aradissicath from gorging. She wasn’t a simpleton! She paid attention to her lessons! It was putting all that knowledge into practice that was the tricky part.

She focused intently on what Aradissicath was doing and continued repeating over and over how eating would slow her down and it was only the blood she wanted in her belly. The gold wasn’t too thrilled with the orders but finally gave in, blooding three beasts before giving a shriek of defiance and challenge as she rose from the hunting grounds to the ever brightening sky.

It was then that reality crashed down around Rhaedalyn and she looked around the area nervously. Her dragon was flying. Other dragons would soon be chasing her and men would be closing in on her. She felt incredibly exposed and pulling the robe tighter around her trembling body didn’t help her feel covered either. “Oh dear,” she whispered and nibbled on her lower lip while trying to think if she should hide in her hut or run fast and far.

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R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

Date of Birth
13.09.697, 46
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6'
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Grey-blue
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Fit, athletic
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Black

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Written By: ThistleProse
#2
The past four days had felt like an eternity - or at least a week! R'nya was sure he started going grey the moment it became obvious that Aradissicath was coming into heat; The bronzerider had been one of the first to be alerted, and not because of his own keen eye, but because of that of Xyreith. Apparently, the great bronze took more notice of the girls' dragons than even R"nya had given him credit for. It should have been a warning.

Rhaedalyn had been interesting to deal with those few days, though R'nya had quickly put aside her concerns to be dealt with by the other goldriders and her weyrlingmaster - people who were of far more use to the girl at such times than he. He set his attnetion on keeping far too eager hands off the poor girl's body, and hungry eyes at a reasonable distance. Some of the bronze and brownriders at Katila had very little in the way of manners, and R'nya was quite sure it was because they spent far too much time flying with greens. It didn't help that Jada had become somewhat permiscuous as a result of Krypth's regular rising, and many of the men seemed to feel that such attitudes should be present in the other girls.

It took a fist to one man's face to convince him otherwise. R'nya hadn't been intending to get to the point where physical violence was needed, and was happy that Rhaedalyn seemed ignorent to the words the man had spoken. Perhaps if she had  heard them, she wouldn't have been so shocked when R'nya did punch the bloke in the face. As it was, te bronzerider didn't have it in him to tell her what had been said. Rhaedalyn was far too sweet for the game she had been thrown in to, and he didn't want to be one to take a hand in bittering her attitude. He was, however, pleased when S'kef turned a blind eye to the event.

Sir. The sound of his dragon's voice caused R'nya to look up from the paper he had been working on for S'kef, a write up of several riders he had dealth with before he had stepped down as a Wingleader. It was still ridiculously early, and R'nya was surprised his dragon was even vaguely conscious at such a time. Yes, Xyreith? When no immediate answer came, R'nya lowered his gaze once more to his work, only to pause dramatically as the familiarly unfamilar sensation tingled down his spine. The sudden increase in heart-rate was as much from shock as it was from the bronze dragons growing lust.

"Xyreith?" R'nya's voice trembled slightly, and he carefully put aside his pen, standing up and walkign with a calmness he didn't feel tot he door of his hut, opening it slowly and peering out at his dragon with wide blue-grey eyes. "..." The bronze dragon was pacing quietly, eyes staring determinedly in the direction of a hut R'nya knew was Rhaedalyn's, and his own gaze shifted as they both watched Aradissicath appear, and then vanish again between two buildings. It is time. R'nya's trembling increased as he was slowly overwhelmed by his dragon's lust, and he gripped the doorframe tightly.

"We are not chasing, Xyreith."

We are. The bronze unfurled his wings, and took to the sky with a graceful leap, leaving his startled bonded to stare up after him, before a shudder rippled through him with great determination and R'nya wavered where he stood. He had never been good at handling flightlust, and it was not made any easier by Xyreith's general lack of chasing. He knew R'nya wasn't really into that scene of dragonriding life, and he was not all that eager to fly greens, at any rate. But this gold didn't drive him insane (like Krypth and Okalinath) and that was a good enough reason for him.

Left without a lift, R'nya literally stumbled the track of well worn paths from his hut down to where Rhaedalyn's was, knowing (hoping) the girl wouldn't have gotten too far from there. He could feel Xyreith's satisfaction as he watched Aradissicath blood her beasts, the bronze carefully snatching his own and downing the green ichor as he waited. He didn't feel he really required the additional boost, but why risk losing, when he could further guarantee a win?

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The chance to fly a gold was always on Nishkath's mind and O'wain for the most part, was all for it too. As long as it wasn't Tsuen's Nirinath, O'wain had no complaint.

For the last few days he too kept tabs on Aradissicath as did many bronze and brown riders eager to chase the young gold. O'wain barely said two words to Aradissicath's rider, there certainly hadn't been any time, that and she always seemed to be protected by the goldrider collector R'nya. That man was hampering his chances to enjoy them. However, over the last few days, O'wain talked a few times with Rhaedalyn, mostly hello's and general things like how it was a nice day and how beautiful Aradissicath was looking and similar. Then R'nya was there making it plain the brown rider should find something to do elsewhere.

It must made O'wain all the more determined to be the one to end up in bed with Rhaedalyn when his dragon caught her's. Thus, when Aradissicath flew out to hunt, O'wain was having an early morning walk, towards Rhaedelyn's hut.

Aradissicath bloods her kill, she will rise

At the words from her dragon, O'wain smiled. Go get her Stud, she's a fine gold and deserves to be caught by you.

It wasn't much longer before O'wain heard Aradissicath's shriek and turned to see the brilliant gold launching into the air from near the hunting grounds. Immediately Nishkath launched after her, beating many bronzes and browns into the air, not all of them but many. The determined brown bugled his intentions as he climbed high, his near black hide a dark shape against the bright morning sky.

O'wain was ready for the surge of lust to fall over him, welcomed it in fact, his body instantly responding. His trousers became rather tight and uncomfortable but that didn't deter him from increasing his pace so he arrived at Rhaedalyn's hut before her shinning dragon was out of sight.

He weaved between the gathering riders till he was as close to Rhaedalyn's side as he could get at this point. Most of O'wain's attention was focused on his dragon's flight, flying at a steady pace, determined to not over exert himself too soon but keeping pace. Nishkath knew what he was doing and didn't need O'wain guiding him.

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K'tir
of Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701 , 43
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6'3
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Brown
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Fit
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Written By: SunsetWay
#4
K’tir was an early riser by choice and habit and that morning was no different. Both of his children had stayed the night but neither were awake just yet and that was fine by the brownrider. He enjoyed the early hours because they were quiet and could be used to read, begin chores, or simply relax. Unfortunately, none of those would be an option that morning with the fuss beginning outside the hut and within his own mind.

Aradissicath has left for the hunting range! K’tir didn’t need to look out the window to know his brown was dancing from foot to foot in excitement. Ever since Tyrrisath had won a gold the first time, Ghaeth had seen it as a goal to mimic him. It was an excellent goal and a challenge was always nice to have to keep them on their toes but the flight lust was intense and it often made for strange bed fellows given the collection of riders that preferred to chase gold dragons instead of greens. Then again, blueriders typically didn’t enter the chase or last that long so it was a far better environment in the brownrider’s opinion. The times he ended up in bed with a bluerider were few and far between now but they were never pleasant and left him feeling dirty for days.

“Go for it, Ghaeth,” K’tir replied and finished his mug of klah. He could feel his dragon’s lust building and knew he wouldn’t have a chance at countering it. Ghaeth was friendly and easy-going but when he was determined and desperately wanted something, he was hard to dissuade. The only issue was how quickly the lust could take hold of him and K’tir quickly darted to the bedroom where the children’s bunk bed sat shrouded in the shadows from the curtains having been drawn shut upon waking.

“Kajitiris, get up. Get your brother up and take him back to his mother.” K’tir waited for a response and shook the girl lightly to help rouse her. She gave a mumbled reply of acknowledgement but the look he received when she finally looked at him was one of confusion. “Ghaeth gives chase to a gold. Get yourselves home. Your mothers will worry.” That was all he said on the matter before nearly running from the hut. He didn’t want his kids to see him lost to lust and mindlessly chasing after the poor woman that would already be terrified by having her maiden flight.

Flights weren’t really hated by the brownrider and he often slipped easily into the complacent role as Ghaeth led them and now was no different. K’tir had no idea where Rhaedalyn’s hut was or if she would still be there but instinct, along with the flock of people, guided him in the right direction as Ghaeth joined the trail of dragons behind the shimmering beauty. They would catch her! This would be their moment! All thoughts of his children’s safe return to their mothers were forgotten as his mind became one with Ghaeth and winning took priority.

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He was getting ready for the day when he felt Berruth suddenly tense.  T'rel froze, reaching for his dragon to see what was up.  Pretty...  T'rel frowned.  It wasn't Shanith, she had risen a couple of weeks ago, and Berruth had won her.  Ravana still cringed whenever she sighted him, as she should.

There weren't too many other greens his bronze was interested in, and he'd yet to show interest in the golds.  T'rel discouraged it.  Golds meant whiny holder girls and eggs on the sands and a headache he could do without.  He thought to his dragon.  You're not chasing a green so soon after Shanith.  Order given, t'rel finished dressing.  His Berruth would never disobey him.

The bronze snorted, then slipped his control, pacing to the herdbeast pen.  She's gold.  Pretty firey gold...  That last was crooned to the queen.  Like certain other dragons, he pounced a heardbest, breaking its back then blooding it quickly.  Between that one and the next, T'rel gripped his mind tight.  No.  Sending a troublemaking greenrider to the infirmary post flight, or having her show up battered about was one thing.  Greenriders were worthless, particularly the females.  Goldriders were another.  He'd heard the growls after S'kef had taken Jada, and he'd only bruised her a little...He didn't want that attention. 

When the golden bitch took off though, his Berruth took off after her, staying on the ground, lust coursing through his veins.  T'rel swore.  Berruth.  Here, now!  The bronze took off sooner than he wnated to, but knowing his rider would ground him if he stayed on the ground.  He took flight, finding currents to help him stay aloft and took his rider's mind entirely.  Thefierypretty gold was his!

Anger twined with the lust, frustrated rage boiling out onto an unfortunate brown.  Berruth snapped at him, felt ichor coat his tongue and snarled with triumph.  Browns weren't worth the fieryprettygold's attention.  He roared into the dawn sky, his side already burning with pain from the few minutes flight he'd put into this.  MINE! 

T'rel wasn't sure when he'd started heading towards the goldrider's hut, fighting it each step of the way, then yielding once he felt his dragon's raging determination.  It wouldn't be so bad, this flight.  Berruth was sure to lose.  His patented technique of dropping on a dragon from Between once they were high enough would never work on a gold...right?

Eyes would lock to Rhaedalyn once he saw her, T'rel folding his arms over his chest.  The dreamer.  No wonder his dragon was interested in her egglayer.  Well, at least she was pretty.  He would enjoy her, once Berruth caught the gold whore in the skies.  Making her pay for his dragon's disobedience might even be fun. 

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Rhaedalyn
of Gold Aradissicath

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21.05.709 AL, 35
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5'6
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Hazel
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Written By: SunsetWay
#6
Aradissicath was happy with the turn out that ended up on her tail for the chase. Bronzes and browns and even a few blues were giving it their best and the gold appreciated every last one of them. She was the best and deserved nothing less! To know that even blues were willing to risk it all to play with the big boys for her boosted her confidence and Aradissicath flew higher into the wispy morning clouds as well.

On the ground, Rhaedalyn was still panicking as the lust started to war with her desire to flee. It was nice to finally be wanted by men and she swore she could feel the desire radiating from each of them, but it scared her as well. This wasn’t what she wanted! She wanted her bluerider, her one love, to come whisk her away and keep her safe and loved for all eternity. Z’ia didn’t appear, though. R’nya was there, however, and Rhaedalyn felt a brief wave of relief when she saw her friend until she realized through both his expression and flashes of vision through her dragon’s eyes that Xyreith was also chasing and R’nya was a part of the current problem and not the solution.

Both ideas of running and hiding in her hut collided when O’wain moved in closer to her. As Aradissicath spiralled downward out of the way of a bronzerider reaching for her, Rhaedalyn ducked away from someone else’s reaching hand and dodged around O’wain. The front door was reached without any further obstacle and she slammed it behind her. She knew it wouldn’t hold anyone since she lacked locks and windows would be easy enough to climb through but it would help for a moment. Suddenly feeling sick from the knowledge of what would happen at the end of the flight and from the way her vision shifted between sky and room, Rhaedalyn stumbled to her bedroom and slammed that door as well.

She had cornered herself in the one room she really should have avoided but she had nowhere else to go and, while she didn’t think of it at the time, at least the flight would end in a comfortable and private location. How mortifying would it be to wake up with an audience?

Aradissicath gave a laugh at her rider’s imaginative fears. Nothing bad would come of the flight! They were fun and only the most worthy amongst the crowd would win; if they could catch her first. Aradissicath made to move a little closer to a brown to tease him before pulling away and leading the chase back into the sky, but her spatial awareness was still lacking and she ended up bumping wings with him. It startled the gold only briefly but she didn’t care if it scared the brown dragon enough to have him drop out or lose his well-ranked position in the chase. She had a flight to enjoy!

Down she led the group, twirling as she moved and causing the rising sun to reflect off her shimmering hide. It was another daring move as she brought the train of dragons too close to the roof tops of a row of huts, again due to her awkward proportions. Rhaedalyn gasped from her bedroom as she caught a glimpse of a pair of riders sitting on a roof duck when Aradissicath came toward them and hoped they were well as the gold rose higher once more. That was one of the last lucid thoughts she had as the gold’s lust spiked in her and with a flush that crept from cheeks and down her neck, Rhaedalyn removed the robe she had been clinging tightly around her body. It was getting far too hot in her little room!



ooc: Feel free to enter her room since the doors aren't locked. You can also make grabbing attempts as the winner will likely be decided with the next post from Rhaedalyn.

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R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

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13.09.697, 46
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6'
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Written By: ThistleProse
#7
The air was full of dragon's wings, the world was reverating with their arrogant calls, and the world was hot with lust; but Xyreith ignored them all as he spiraled through the sky after the golden tail of Aradissicath. None of them were worthy of the young beauty, and certainly none of them were worthy to be called challengers or competition! He was by far the best, and the most worthy, and Xyreith dismissed them before most had even set out to join the chase. He would call this morning's victory his won, and they would weep at the loss they would suffer!

R'nya prowled on light feet around the edge of the main group, far enough wtihin it to be near Rhaedalyn, but not so close as to be on top of the girl; much like his dragon's tailing efforst in the sky, R'nya kept pace and kept watch without demanding the center stage - that would be his soon! A small little smirk played along the corner of his lips, an arrogance fed by Xyreith as the bronze dragon dipped and curled through the air with quiet grace. He was far from a small or areobatic dragon, but he knew how to control himself whilst airborn, and had long learned to use it to his advantage. He didn't bother to waste his breath on growling or roaring challenges, and ignored those that dared to nip and bite at one another, swirling past them without a second glance. There was only one worthy of his attention, and she was far prettier than any of the worthless fools that thought themselves her champion.

The bronzerider on the ground followed without comment or sound - echoing his own dragon's silence - when Rhaedalyn zipped back into the hut, the man neither pushing nor shoving as others clammered to get into the hut first and someone had their nose broken in the fuss, causing the man - he neither knew nor cared what colour rider he was - to withdraw unhappily from the flight, his dragon dropping out of the sky with a bellow of surprised pain. R'nya slipped through the door while the man cradled his nose, woken viciously from flightlust by primal pain. The room within was empty, except for the sway of confused riders as they sought out Rhaedalyn vaguely and without true consiousness.

R'nya turned with both knowing confidence and surprised bewilderment towards the bedroom; the girl must have been losing herself to her dragon to hide in her bedroom, and R'nya found enough of his own sanity to be both surprised and impressed. It was better that she should flee to such a location; she was no whoring greenrider to make a public spectacle of herself in the gather square! Puffing out a soft snort, R'nya paused before the bedroom door and while he may have been inclined to knock for one small part of a lucid moment, he did not. Instead, the bronzerider pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, not at all aware of Rhaedalyn's state of dress (or lack there of) for all he could see was the shimmering gold hide of her dragon through his own dragon's eyes.

"Mine," R'nya purred softly, sightless eyes locking on Rhaedalyn as Xyreith purred the same single word quietly against the edge of Aradissicath's mind, the great bronze shifting position so he could weave through those that still thought themselves worthy, the dragon waiting for an opportunity to present itself, eyes hungry and attention completely locked on Aradissicath. A sudden change in wind currents, and Xyreith used them to his advantage, dropping silently through the sky to make an unnanounced snatch at the pretty gold...

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O'wain was nearly lost in the mind of his dragon, their lust as one. The golden flame shimmering before their eyes was all they wanted. She was a beautiful gold and so worthy of them.

A brown was mauled by an impatient bronze off to Nishkath's left, he didn't remember that one chasing golds before. Nishkath didn't remember for certain. He beat his wings, blacker than rich earth scooped the air. He wasn't trying to close in on the gold just yet.

He didn't have the stamina of the bronzes but he was an experienced chaser. Before Nishkath realized it, the gold had drifted towards him and he tensed, ready to catch her. Before he could twist his wing out of the way she bumped into it and it hampered his attempt to catch her.  He lost some speed as a result and fell back half a dragonlength before regaining his rhythm. It wasn't the first time a clumsy dragon bumped into him during a flight, whether it was the object of the chase or other males jockeying to get into position to catch her. The worse such collision knocked him out of the race. This time he wasn't going to let anything knock him out of the race.

Then she dove and that was a saving grace as far as Nishkath was concern. He dropped about half the distance more to gain speed than leveled off, ready to beat his wings strongly when she rose into the sky. As he expected she climbed and he was all the more closer when she reached the same elevation. Unfortunately a bronze was closing in as well.

A rumble vibrated through Nishkath's throat, part of him wanting to veer off as the instinct to yield to a bronze warred with the stronger instinct to mate. The desire to mate won out and he put more effort into the chase.

O'wain was barely aware of Rhaedalyn slipping away from to head into her bedroom. Another rider moving in ahead of him to get to the door. Without a sound O'wain followed right behind R'nya and moved to stand beside him, full of confidence as well. If O'wain was more himself at that moment, instead of totally focused on the vision of a beautiful golden dragon just within reach, he would have made some humorous comment to his rival.

Nishkath did his best to position himself in just the right position to swerve in to snatch the prize, now it was just a matter of anticipating which way Aradissicath will move to evade the bronze.

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K'tir
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Written By: SunsetWay
#9
Ghaeth let out a startled cry when a bronze came close to him and then the shriek of pain when the larger dragon attacked him as he passed. That was uncalled for! Why would anyone want to hurt him, even in the middle of a flight? The confusion and pain cost the brown his place in line and he fell behind several others who took advantage of the slip up.

On the ground, K’tir took the attack far worse than his gentle dragon did. He called out in pain as it shot through his arm in the place where Ghaeth had been bitten. The shock sobered him up some and the brownrider cast a glance around the group of men to see who it was that had caused them pain. He knew it had been a bronzerider that had been inconsiderate but which one? He was so disgusted by the move, a move he would have expected to come from a bluerider; especially the one he caught sight of out of the corner of his eye. Z’rak was there? The sweet goldrider didn’t know what she was getting into if that foul man won.

Fly, Ghaeth! K’tir snarled in his mind as he let go of his arm and charged forward with the surge of the crowd. Before, it had just been the dragon’s desire to show his worth and live up to his idol’s standards by winning a gold but now K’tir was even more determined. Z’rak would not win her! The bronze that attacked them wouldn’t either! Uncaring if he had the right man or not, K’tir swung at the face of a bronzerider that was in his way, feeling the bone of the nose crunch under his fist. He grinned with utter satisfaction as the sound reached his ears before K’tir pushed through the doorway.

As he made his way to the bedroom with a few other men, Ghaeth was attempting to make up ground and ignore the pain. Winning such a beautiful dragon was far more important than tending to a wound and nothing else would slow him down. He dipped when she spiralled low, but Ghaeth didn’t follow the train all the way down, instead risking to catch her or at least advance in the line when she predictably came back up to higher altitudes. When Aradissicath did exactly that, Ghaeth made his move, reclaiming a spot in the front of the pack.

He was so close! All he needed was an opening and he could take her and treat her like a golden beauty should be treated. K’tir barely contained a growl down in the hut as he urged Ghaeth on and pushed aside another man to squeeze in closer to the woman he had never truly looked at properly before then. She was adorable but also beautiful in that moment and he watched with a slow lick of his lips as she teased them with a layer of clothing coming off.

In that moment, the opening was spotted and with their minds linked as one, the brown pair leapt for the gold dragon, convinced the angle and speed would do the trick to beat the faster, stronger, and more experienced amongst their peers.



ooc: Stripes, it definitely doesn't have to be T'rel that got the punch to the nose! K'tir likely just hit a random man. lol I don't want my sexy brownrider to die just yet!

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Rhaedalyn
of Gold Aradissicath

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Written By: SunsetWay
#10
Aradissicath was having far too much fun leading the males from one end of the Weyr to the other and as high and low as she dared to fly. She didn’t want it to end and felt none of them had truly earned her just yet. So when some started to angle in closer and reach for her, she snarled and dropped down, using wind currents to carry her away from the greedy dragons. They would learn! There were some fine males in the trail behind her and she hoped they were the quicker learners of the pack and proved their desire and intelligence. She wouldn’t waste her time on someone that didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. She wasn’t some simple minded green hussy!

She would have continued leading them well into the day if she could but one little word brushed against her mind and startled her so completely, that the chase was close to ending far sooner than desired. Despite the amount of time they spent in each other’s presence, Xyreith had never spoken to her before and Aradissicath was fine with that. She could play that game as well and barely spoke to the bronze in return. To finally have him – and she knew it was him even with all of the voices and growls circling around her head – speak and claim possession of her so confidently shook the gold enough that she lost her focus on the path she had set and ability to dodge.

Instead of skillfully moving aside and likely into the waiting grasp of Nishkath, Aradissicath stumbled, missing a wing beat and allowing herself to fall victim to the quickest and cleverest of her pursuers. Her anger at being caught rang out loudly in her shriek as she struggled for only a moment before giving in to her winner.

Rhaedalyn was shivering from all the mixed emotions flowing through her that were her own as well as Aradissicath’s. She was afraid yet enjoying the attention. She wanted to hide yet stay centre stage for all to see. She also liked and hated how caught up in the lust she was and how she wanted one of the men to grab her and claim her. It was Aradissicath’s determination to never end up caught that kept the young woman from getting too close to any of the men in her ever-shrinking bedroom. So many people were in it!

Finally, as Aradissicath was caught, Rhaedalyn’s breath hitched as her gaze landed on the rider of the dragon that had been the worthiest. She should have known. She should have expected it. Who else would be there for the maiden flight and make sure she was okay?

With a content sigh, Rhaedalyn threw herself into the arms of R’nya and let the world fade away around her.

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Written By: ZZZ Deceased
#11
Nishkath saw the golden beauty of his desire falter in the air and he made his move ready to slip between her and the nearest bronze but the queen outwitted him and dropped faster than he expected. By the time he corrected his forward movement and came about he heard her shriek of anger. He bugled angrily and in frustration that his prize was snatched by the bronze he had hoped to outwit.

As the pair entwined glided off to enjoy a long and leisure coupling Nishkath headed back to his wallow, tired and unsated.

O'wain felt men brushing against him as riders filed into Rhaedalyn's bedroom.  He grunted as some random elbow hit him in the ribs but his focus was on his dragon. When he heard the gold's shriek at finally being caught and Nishkath's frustration flooding through him, O'wain stepped back from the prize.

As he started to come back to himself, he saw it was R'nya who now took Rhaedalyn into his arms and laid her down into the bed.

Turning he started filing out the door, horny and wanting. Smirking he brushed up sensuously against the nearest rider. "My hut isn't too far away, dear." he purred suggestively.

If anybody wants to 'volunteer' to be the rider O'wain's brushing up against, go for it, otherwise I will just assume it's some random fellow and exit him from this thread

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