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Post by Seven on Mar 18, 2013 20:23:54 GMT -5
Samara smiled and walked over to her weyrmate, pressing herself against his body as the flight lust took over. She started to kiss him. Her mind was a haze.
But the next thing she knew was pain. She gasped. "No! AMIITH! GET AWAY!" She turned and rushed towards the ledge, stopping short right before she would have gone over the ledge, staring up at the sky at a tangle of red and brown... which was becoming stained with green. She oculd hear him roaring in defiance, trying to tear back into the red dragon that held onto him. "LET GO OF HIM! AMIITH!" The lust was gone. There was blind rage.... and fear. She tetered on the brink of the ledge, held back only by the knowledge that if she did fall from here, then he would be dead for sure... And then there was Gl'wein to her back. She trusted him to keep her from falling.
Amiith growled and hissed, lashing tail and claws in attempt to get away... but when it became apparent his harness was not only going to hamper him, but the garnet's grip was solid, he attacked back with all his strength. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM ME FOUL CREATURE! he shouted at Thormyth. It was anger. He felt the pain.
Samara collapsed. The pain was too great to continue standing. She was luck she did not fall. She clung to herself. "He's going to kill him... Gl'wein... he's going to kill him..." she said quietly again and again, screaming as Thormyth bit into Amiith again. His pain was her pain. She wanted it to be over. She watned to die. That ledge that was so close... she oculd touch the air with her finger tips. IT was so inviting. She reached out towards it, moaning in pain as she did so. She felt like her own body was on fire. The pain traveled up her own spine. She would end it for both of them... yes... She pulled herself a little closer to the ledge.
Amiith bit and scratched and threw his strength back at the garnet. I will not die without a fight! He attempted to sink his fangs into Thormyth's neck. If Thormyth wished to kill him, then he would try to take the garnet with him!
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Post by Lark on Mar 18, 2013 21:51:12 GMT -5
If you could only see The beast you made of me I held it in the night Seems you set it running free
THORMYTH NO! DON'T KILL AMIITH....NO, NO, PLEASE NO!
Majoriith's shriek ripped from her throat as she twisted her head down to stare wide-eyed at the garnet. It was her fault, oh Faranth and Ramoth both it was her fault! Unable to keep the high-pitch keening wail that came from her jaws the gold twisted around, letting her wide wings come in tightly against her side. It was a golden streak, dark and rustic in color, but gold nonetheless that came racing down through the sky after the garnet had hit the brown.
Despite her fear and her worry Majoriith felt something else click inside her. It was not the overly vain response of a Queen angered at a distraction in her flight though. No, it was so much more dangerous. Thormyth had crossed a line, one that he would never cross again, Faranth and Ramoth forbid. Dragging her talons into the red dragon's side as she fell onto the clashing pair, the young Queen let out a possessive roar, ripping the Garnet from his prey and winding around Amiith with a protective hiss to end the maneuver.
Leave. You do not harm your family Thormyth...what have you done, you fool?
Except she was the fool! If only she had seen what this would cause! If only she had been able to know better, to conduct herself better! There was nothing left to do though but spread her wings wide and twist herself further around the injured and bleeding brown. So much blood though, there was so much of the green ichor that bubbled and quelled up from his wounds. Somewhere in the dragoness' mind she knew that this was not the right choice, but hope made her straighten her wings on top of his and cling to him tightly, refusing to let go.
Please...Amiith, stay with me. Stay with us!
He was already slipping though. She could feel him go from her claws despite her attempt at keeping her attached to her, with her. This had gone so wrong, and the proof of that was slipping past her legs now, falling from her arms. Shrieking once more as the brown became a dead weight and spiraled further down, Majoriith keened a sharp sound and beat her wings up against the air, ascending once more and hissing at her suitors. Could they do nothing?!? Could she do nothing?!? They were not worthy to sire her children if they could not have stopped the death of one of their own.
Family is everything! Do you hear me?!? ENOUGH! ENOUGH BLOODSHED, NO MORE!
In the Weyr Rikula wheeled backwards against open air as she cried out, human vocal chords straining to mimic the cries and keening noises that her dragon was making. Wide-eyed and frantic, fearful and yet distrusting all the same, Riku quickly became the antagonistic presence that had mostly left Majoriith's uncharacteristic maneuver. Hissing a feral and inhuman sound, she snaked back, dancing out of the riders' reaching hands and lust-filled glances. Absentmindedly her head swiveled and tilted this way and that as she caught glimpses of them through hide-colored lenses, seeking the red hide that was not in the room...too bad, she would deal with the rider later. For now she had more pressing matters to deal with.
Screaming in the dark I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.
(Ooc: Keep posting, we're not done yet folks!)
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Post by taylor on Mar 18, 2013 22:21:09 GMT -5
Moryth had been closely monitoring his rider, had felt the restlessness rising within him over the past few days. The problem, however, was that he didn't know what to do with it. Channeling that energy would be good. Far better, at any rate, than letting R'sren look for an outlet for it. That tended to end badly, with sex or blood or sometimes both. Once it had nearly ended with a child - thank Faranth for miscarriages, was all Moryth had to say about that.
So when Majoriith rose, when he heard her call, he couldn't have been happier. This. This was what he'd needed. R'sren, however, was napping, having declared that the heat was going to drive him insane. Moryth sent a mental nudge - okay a mental shove - in his rider's direction. The ebonyrider woke, drowsy and slow to respond, the heat not helping matters. A few more nudges got him awake and aware, though, and a quick image of the flying queen made things clear.
"She's flying? Chase her, Moryth! Catch her! We could be in charge!" There was a manic gleam to his rider's eyes, something which would normally concern Moryth. Now, though, he had asked for it. Perhaps this flight would drain away some of that energy.
Moryth dipped his black head once in agreement, then pushed off his ledge and out into the open air. R'sren moved to the opening of their weyr, looking out to the sky where a golden dot rose, chased by several others. Don't bother eating. You don't need to. You can beat these fools without a drop of sustenance. You're late, Moryth. Just chase.
Moryth wasn't sure that was the best plan, but he wasn't exactly hoping to win, was he? He veered away from the pens of frightened animals milling about, carefully avoiding the dead carcasses left behind by Moryth's target and...competition, if you could call them that.
Moryth may be small, but he was fast, and it didn't take long to catch the flyers. As a red dragon struck another male, Moryth faltered for a moment, horrified. This wasn't what he wanted. His rider, however, was caught up in the excitement, pushing him to continue. In fact, R'sren's interest had risen with the introduction of violence into the equation.
Moryth shook his head, then focused once more on the queen, barrel-rolling away from the violence and letting out a little trill in her direction.
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Post by Seven on Mar 18, 2013 23:39:08 GMT -5
Shrieks and screams kissed the air as agony poured through the brown's body as he fought against the Garnet who thought himself a king. True... he had been a king once upon a time. But no more. Amiith growled his defiance only to feel Thormyth ripped off of him and a gold dragoness twining around him. My queen! I am weak! he protested, but.... he wrapped himself around her, spreading his wings which had holes in their sails. Ichor dripped from them. I'll try to stay with you... but I'm fading my queen... he told her softly.
It was several minutes.... then he was limp. He hung in the air with her. He was hardly alive. I must go... Between calls to me, my beauty... my love. Be good golden beauty. Those were his parting words to her... to his rider he sent only his anguish and regret... and then with a keen... he was gone. It was simple as that. He was gone. He had gone Between for the final time.
Samara screamed as Amiith died, lunging towards the ledge. "NO! Amiith! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!" She cried, her pain suddenly gone... and then... nothing... THere was nothing. She stood slowly and looked out at hte air. It felt so good. She wanted to fall through it... to sail like her dragon into the blackness of between... forever. Forever corressed by nothingness... SHe felt... void... empty... wrong. She took a step. He toe was at the edge. she was ready to jump. She gently touched the edge. Pain... she wanted the pain back. She wanted it all back. She wanted Amiith back. She wanted to rewind time. She wanted to feel the searing pain agian. There was teh ghost... but it was like nothing. No... One word that sounded like his voice. Like a remnant. "YES! I WANT TO LEAVE TO!"She shouted at it, taking another step so both feet stood at the edge of the ledge. Jsut one jump.... one breath.... and it would all be over... forever.
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Post by jilli on Mar 19, 2013 2:14:09 GMT -5
G'lwein's body responded to her touch more than it had to any other human's. She fit perfectly into the contours of his body and he caught her up against him. He encircled her in his arms and he gave her a gentle searching and enticing kiss, knowing that amiith's flight lust would spur her to take it further faster and he enjoyed that knowledge.
The moment was perfect until she broke from him with a terrified gasp running to the ledge. Then her sounds, the screams that tore from her. He knew those screams. He and sheogorath had caused those screams more than once from more than one or two throats. He ran to the ledge, his face hardening into a mask of fury as he took a firm grip on his weyr mate's shirt that he had just been planning on removing her from. He knew better than to touch her when she was linked with a fighting and dying dragon. He snapped an order for sheogorath to get out there and stop them.
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With a caress to his mate the large garnet took to the skies. He saw the garnet attached to his brother and roared in fury. How dare he touch his brother! His's mate's own!? An enraged garnet flew twice as fast as normal, but the flight was too far away. He could feel his brother slipping away and the garnet thought death would be the only thing the other garnet deserved, and he would be only too happy to meet it out himself.
"Mine, I will not arrive in time to save brother Amiith. Take care of your mate. This will not go well. He is fading too quickly."
The normally devious Garnet's tone was serious, deadly so. He did not stop flying toward the pair until the jr queen's body ripped thormyth away and twined around his brother. He would not take away his brown brother's last moments with his queen. His eyes turned to the injured garnet as his massive powerful wings beat the air. Majoriith's order and rage would stay thormyth. If not, he would kill the other male himself. His last words to his brother held respect, love for his long time friend, and a gentleness that was in characteristic of him to say the least.
" You were every bit the king today my brother. Your queen has come to you. Be at peace knowing mine and I will watch over yours until we draw our last breath and ride the winds with you again as we once did..."To the young gold, he crooned encouragingly along a private mental pathway.
"Fly your flight and choose well my queen. Thormyth will not cause any more disruption and pain to our family. I pledge this on my life ."
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G'lwein mentally cursed. Even in his enraged state of mind he should have been ready for the lunge toward the edge Samara made as Amiith disappeared into the void. His grip on her shirt was almost lost, but with Amiith gone he knew her body would no longer be tormented by the pains inflicted on her bonded. Readjusting his grip on her shirt he turned his attention wholly to his weyrmate.
He didn't miss the movement of her feet and he had had enough. Her grief he could handle. But when she cried out, broken hearted and made to jump he let loose an almost feral snarl and adjusted his grip to around her waist and dragged her against him. He was gentle, but his arms were all but bands of solid unbreakable Steel as he turned her and tucked her against his chest looking in her eyes , forcing her to look at him.
" Samara damnit. You will. Not. Leave. Me. Ever. Do you understand me? You think Amiith would want you to kill yourself?! He devoted his life to protect you shard it!"
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Post by Elessar on Mar 19, 2013 9:51:01 GMT -5
Sorvestrymath, it is good to see you flying in the skies with me. Follow now, and do be careful. It seems that some of my chasers are becoming restless.
It seemed Majoriith's warning to the bronze was hardly finished when Thormyth turned, eyes swirling red, to rake his claws and sink his teeth across Amiith's brown hide, as well as his leather riding straps. Sorvestrymath roared his fury, reaching his mind to Amiith's, unable to save the brown dragon and knowing it already in his heart.
N'tal stood, fury boiling in his blood, his eyes seeing nothing but flashes of hide in the Weyrwoman's room. He did not, however, see a flash of garnet in the shades around him. Had he, the rider might have thrown himself upon Vl'kan, eager with anger and flightlust to fight the other rider… but the savage garnet's bonded was nowhere to be seen.
Sorvestrymath was just turning, his claws ready to grab the garnet and throw him off of Amiith, but the brown was fighting, and Majoriith was shrieking and keening, racing toward the dueling pair like a bullet. She had warned Thormyth once, and it seemed she was not warning him again, as she ordered him to leave.
Amiith, however tightly Majoriith held him, was falling. A second garnet arrived, crooning to Amiith. Sorvestrymath keened for the loss of one of their own, his flight taking him in circles around the young queen, his wide wings beating powerfully to keep him aloft.
Yes, beautiful golden Queen. Family is everything, which is why your line must continue. Your children must be given riders of their own. Your children are also family, are they not? You must protect them. I must protect them. For family is everything, and I pledge my life to protecting yours, though I could not do so today.[/color]
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Post by Zi on Mar 19, 2013 12:43:41 GMT -5
His first instinct was to swoop down and order the two apart, but he was neither weyrlingmaster nor was he stronger than the two. he was wise enough to know that he would only get himself injured, if not causing more bloodshed. Even so, he banked his wings to at least try to break up the two males.
Don't you dare. His rider's voice cut through him like a knife. You are here to catch that gold, not play hero for that damn woman's[/i] dragon.[/i] He hesitated with an unsure rumble, but it was enough time for Majorith to sweep down and catch Amiith. She looked pretty good doing it too. Syphraelth knew his rider could sense what was going on through him, as lost as he was to lust and annoyance. The brown knew he should bank, return to the ground before his wings grew sore from chasing. He couldn't though, not with his brown brother so injured. ignoring the orders from his rider, he tucked his wings and dove to come out beneath the pair.
I will catch him, My Lady. Let me care for my brother as you lead the others in fl- It was too late though, he realized, as he saw Amiith blink between, knowing he would not return. He let a keen escape him, short and sweet and proper, before beating his wings once more. His position below Majorith left him at a huge disadvantage, and his wariness of the garnet would hold him back a bit, but he would finish this flight, for better or for worse.
To say he was honestly chasing was not true though. He chased on his riders orders, and flew for his lost brother.
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Post by Thorn on Mar 19, 2013 14:08:14 GMT -5
The sight of Majoriith diving past Granzth causing him to pull himself up, Granzth flipped in mid-air to follow, only to stop completely at the sight of Amiith being shredded by the red Thormyth. Revulsion that a dragon could deliberately do that to one of its own filled him, and he immediately dropped between Thormyth and Majoriith, in case the garnet tried anything.
You have had your warning, Thormyth. Leave now, or I will not be the only one to act. Regret that he had not acted before filled his mind, and the thought of what this must be doing to Majoriith made it all the worse. It was her first flight, after all.
Majoriith. Your children have the ability to bring not just my hopes, but yours and the other dragons' as well. Fly, and fly the best you can, for the better you fly, the stronger they will be.
J'lan was frantically trying to sort through the emotions Granzth was feeling. Elation one moment, sadness and bitter regret the next. Rikula had been completely consumed by Majoriith's emotions, and he knew better than to go near her now. Instead, he slammed his fist into the nearby rock wall, despite knowing that the action would likely break the bones of his hand.
Gasping from the pain, he dropped to a knee, teeth gritted tightly. Granzth. When this is over, I believe that many of us will be wanting to question that Garnet. Do not let him out of your sight!!!
I will not, J'lan. You have my word.
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Mar 19, 2013 17:46:49 GMT -5
Banemith was too busy singing and flying to notice Thormyth attack Amiith. But when he took notice, it was too late. He was gone. Banemith couldn't believe what just happened. All this over a gold? He shook his head and slowly approached Majoriith. My Queen.... I'm...I'm so sorry this had to happen. I didn't know that Thormyth was in the mood to kill today; on your day! I am truly, deeply sorry for Amiith, even if I didn't get to know him very well. Thormyth will pay for what he has done. he crooned, his eyes whirling with sorrow and worry for the queen. He had never felt this sad during a mating flight, only lustful. But Majoriith was still feeling the loss of Amiith deep inside her heart as she flew high beyond the point where Amiith vanished into Between. He looked at that spot one last time and left to follow the gold.
On the ground, G'daro was stunned at the events that just occured. He watched as the lost brown's rider tried to commit suicide by falling off the edge, but her mate stopped her. Were riders really that emotional when they lost their bonded? He only felt sad when Bellatrix died. What has become of us Banemith? G'daro asked Banemith, but there was no response.
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Post by Zero on Mar 19, 2013 20:41:42 GMT -5
Vl’kan howled with pain, crumbling to the floor of his room and clutching his head in his hands. Why was he in so much pain? What had he done? “THORMYTH!” That dammed, stupid beast! Why did he have to go and do things like this? Another cry tore from his throat as waves of searing pain ripped through his chest and leg, causing him to curl into an even tighter ball.
They had killed before. The cries and screams of terror were nothing knew to them, but this time…this time it was different. But those had been under different circumstances, in a different time. Not like this. Their killings in the past had a purpose, a meaning, but not this time. This was out of pure vile and spite. It was at this moment, Vl’kan came to realize that he had lost what little control he still had over his life. His dragon had hatched a naturally violent and bloodthirsty creature through no fault of his own and today, Vl’kan had failed him. Yet through it all he silently pleaded with the crimson creature to not give in to his wounds and leave him.
Thormyth snarled, pointed fangs barred in a gaping, twisted grin as his claws tore through the browns flesh, eager to spill as much ichor as he could before Amiith ran and hid between for good. But you will die. He hissed as the brown retaliated, daring to fight back against him. But he was pleased even as his own hide was torn. As fun as it would have been to have simply crushed his throat or snapped his neck, the continued struggle made things more interesting. It kept his anger and rage at its absolute breaking point.
Oh, but what was this? No sooner had the garnets jaws clamped down on Amiith’s neck did Thormyth feel himself being literally ripped away from his prey and by none other than the gold herself. Roaring his defiance and spitting the browns own ichor at her, Thormyth dared to snap at the end of Majoriith’s tail as she fell through the air past him in her desperate attempt to twine with the browns broken body.
Foolish young gold. He snarled, wishing he could do more but his body was quickly growing weaker with each passing second. One of his wings were torn and that last kick Majoriith had given him had really cut deep into his side. He wasn’t ready to call it a day though until the sweet, satisfying, “pop!” of a dragon going between filled the air. Yes, now his work was done.
He struggled to stay airborne and growled at any who dared get too close. He might have been injured but that wouldn’t stop him from starting round two. Limping away from the battlefield, he returned to the weyr, landing hard on the hard earth of the bowl. There would be no taking off for him for a while, not till his wounds were seen to and his wing set and healed.
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Hyorinmarth bellowed with rage as Thormyth went on the attack. He would have followed, would have intervened to try and help save Amiith’s life, but his instinct told him to remain with Majoriith. No matter what he needed to make sure that their Queen was safe and he would be there in case that stupid dragon got that brilliant idea of attacking her. Thankfully he didn’t, but Amiith wasn’t to be so lucky. With a tip of his wings he had dove after Majoriith and flew a wide circle around the two as she threw the garnet aside and struggled to keep the brown aloft.
It was hopeless though. He had seen it, surely she had as well. With a mournful keen as Amiith finally passed between, Hyorinmarth twisted through the air, dutifully following his Queen. Do not worry my Queen, that beast will not be returning. I failed you. I could not protect my family today, but I will not make the same mistake twice. I give my life for you and your children.
Meanwhile on the ground K’ien was a mess. To go from a moment of such bliss, a total high, to one of sadness and loss was nauseating to say the least. He swayed on his feet, one hand reaching out for the wall to steady him. He looked around the room for the flash of gold that would be Rikula, desperate to go to her at this moment and comfort her, knowing that she must been feeling the dragons death more strongly then any of them right now. But he held back, hands slowly curling into fists at his side. This flight needed to end before there was anymore bloodshed.
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Post by Seven on Mar 19, 2013 21:24:19 GMT -5
Ehtyriath keened, high and long, crying out for the brown who had died. The now gone dragon who would not be in their Weyr again. He was the Candidate Masters. His loss would be felt. She knew that. THe gold looked up at Sheogorath in the skies. My mate. He leaves the skies now... watch him... but please return to me. she beckoned to him. Majoriith. Complete your flight. Be brave. He died bravely. He did not shy from it. Now you must not shy from protecting and giving yoru children life. Go. Finish this flight. The Weyrqueen tried to send encouragement to the gold. Though she only hoped that the other gold would listen to her.
Noraali was up on her feet in a mometn and heading into the hall. she knew it was foolish - misguided.... horrible. But she had to go. She couldn't enter the room. But she had to get out of hers. Where was Samara? Was the other woman alright?
Samara pulled against Gl'wein with all her strength, trying to get away until she went limp and collapsed against him, her will gone as she began to sob. "Why.... why...?" She said again and again. " Why....? He's gone... He's gone... Why is he gone....?" she sobbed. She pushed her face agaisnt him. "Please.... no... it can't be real" She was sobbing uncontrollably. SHe wrapped her arms around her mate tightly. He was the only support that she had. The only thing even keeping her upright. the only thing from keeping her from that edge. The edge that she would be so willingto fall over.
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Post by Akira on Mar 19, 2013 22:00:34 GMT -5
Stallorth roared in anger at the actions of the garnet Thormyth. But he knew that he was in no shape to go claw-to-claw with a dragon that was that much younger than himself, it would have only ended with the death of two dragons. Instead he dove after Majoriith and Amiith, but he just wasn’t fast enough. Stallorth beat his wings and hovered in the air where Amiith had been just a few seconds before, and keened loudly for the whole world to hear. I am so sorry young Queen, you should have never had to experience this. The large bronze shook his head one last time before leaving that spot to resume his chase of the golden dragoness Majoriith. He was quiet as he resumed his chase, the only noise being that of his wings beating against the air.
The only thing that kept the large bronze in the flight was instinct and the remaining flight lust. If it weren’t for that he would have turned and went back to Trelis and his Weyr where he would have mourned for Amiith properly, but for now though, his attention was back again on Majoriith and the flight at hand. Stallorth would keep Amiith in his mind for the remainder of this flight, win or no win. It was just hard for him to keep his head in the game when the death of a good dragon like Amiith was so fresh in his mind. But he would not give up, it wouldn’t be fair to Majoriith or to himself for that matter. He had to show that there was more that he could do, even though he himself felt as though he had failed miserably. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guarximuth roared and screamed at Thormyth as he dove at where the garnet dragon was attacking his fellow brown. Release thine claws from his hide you blood-thirsty cretin! He aimed his gruff, booming voice at the dragon he now knew as pure monster. He growled as he dived at the garnet dragon from where he had been flying behind Majoriith, but quickly threw open his wings and turned away so that he wouldn’t crash into the newest dragon to join the bloody fray. For if he had not done what he had, he would have crashed, talon first, into Majoriith, which was something no-one wanted. The muscular brown wailed and keened as he tried to figure out where he should be.
Guarximuth roared and dove after Amiith and Majoriith, not really knowing how he could help, but knowing that he had to somehow help his brown brethren. He opened his wings and turned upside down as soon as he was below the two falling dragons, hoping that maybe he could help save them from the damage hitting the ground would cause. NOOOO!!!! He screamed at Majoriith as he saw her letting Amiith go, not understanding why she would turn her back on another dragon, but then he heard the pop of a dragon going Between and knew that there was no longer anything that he could do. He righted himself just in time to catch himself from hitting the ground, and quickly beat his wings to lift himself back into the air.
Guarximuth wailed and keened loudly for his fallen brown brother, and shaking his head, wished that his instincts and flight lust would leave him. I have failed you my brother. His cry was for no living being in particular, but it was open for all to hear. Now, instead of where he had been flying in the pack of dragons, he flew well to the rear. He looked at all the other dragons around him, and with one last keening cry, closed his mind off from the pain and sadness, so that all that remained was instinct and flightlust. He would mourn for Amiith later when his mind wasn’t so torn between what he wished he could have done, what he wanted to do now, and what drove him more strongly than anything else.
Pandora’s eyes flew open as she saw what her dragon was seeing, and screaming with rage along with her brown began looking for the man who was the garnet’s rider. There were tears streaming down her eyes as she staggered from where she had been leaning against the wall, towards the door. There was one part of her mind that knew full well that she would never make it to Vl’kan’s room, no matter how badly she wanted to so she could tear the man’s throat out for what his dragon had done to Amiith and his rider, her fellow brown rider. She only succeeded in making it within about twelve steps to the door before she felt Guarximuth turning his mind off from what he was feeling, and collapsed to her knees.
Pandora felt numb, like nothing was real anymore. Not the woman who’s gold was flying, not any of the other riders who were standing in the same room. We failed…I’m so sorry. Her voice was thick and heavy with the sorrow, and loss she felt for her dragon, who’s only goal had ever been to help those that needed him, and the one time that someone really, truly needed him, they had failed. He couldn’t save Amiith, and she couldn’t make it to the garnet rider’s room to show him just how much pain his dragon had caused. One thought crossed between dragon and rider, and they both had a feeling that it would be true, but Guarximuth couldn’t just make himself leave the flight, and Pandora couldn’t make herself leave this room, not yet anyways.
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Post by Lark on Mar 19, 2013 22:34:40 GMT -5
You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between what I thought And what I said
You are the night time fear You are the morning when it's clear When it's over you'll start You're my head You're my heart
Did any of them really understand? Could any of them understand?
Majoriith looked over her shoulder as she strove to climb higher, to get away, to run away. Faintly she could feel something hurting, but this was a physical pain that was tangible. She could feel this pain. It hurt. Did Amiith's death effect her so much so that she could feel it in her body and not just her mind? No, it was something else. Her eyes, still swirling with reds and purples, caught the trail of green that went after her tail.
Thormyth. That was right, the garnet had injured her. It was not a terrible price to pay for knowing she had helped save that much of Amiith. Glancing at her suitors again she wondered if any of them could guess what may have happened. There was such confusion though, the details were hard to recall. Keening a soft note as she let her wings slow, the dull ache becoming more obvious, Majoriith shook her head.
They were calling to her, encouraging her, telling her things she wanted to hear. One said they would protect her children, the next copied that and added that the would be a good sire for said children. It was only then that she understood the weight of her words had been missed. They missed the point, and that was a very sad thing indeed.
Parting her jaws to try and rid herself of the taste of Thormyth's life fluids, she shivered as her body began to falter. It was slow at first, her flight pattern leveling out into an almost straight line. Then her wings began to loosen, folding somewhat in against her sides instead of being ramrod straight. After that her line of flight began to wobble, and she banked slowly to see her suitors.
She needed one of them she knew. They would help her get home and she would help them. The rest would make their own way. The only problem was that she felt herself hardened and distant from them all. Only a few remained, the small and the old had already fallen behind. No, she was looking at only a few now.
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light, no light Tell me what you want me to say
Then, there was one voice that rang out and made her head tilt curiously to the side. Did he understand then? Did he truly understand what she had meant? This one had not been her first choice, but he had been one to make her think. He had said that he was with everyone, that he cared for them all equally. His allegiance was to the whole, not to her alone. Yes, she felt he understood, and maybe together they could get others to follow in their way of thinking.
Guarximuth, we have both failed our brother, but we will do better tomorrow in his name. Amiith did not die for nothing. You understand sweet brown. Family is not just by blood, it is so much more than that.
Swiveling on unsteady and tired wings to fly toward him, Majoriith crooned in a weak and tired voice her chosen's name. Yes, the brown was what she wanted. A brown for a brown, and one that had done more than just listen and try and impress her. Curling herself around him and beneath him and locking her wings against his, she let herself finally let out an almost soundless whimper that only her mate could hear.
Back on the ground, Rikula shifted uneasily as Majoriith faced a seemingly impossible decision. When it was finally done though, both rider and dragoness knew it was the right choice for them. She had seen Pandora almost leave, and she could tell by the tensing of the other woman's body it was to prepare for a right. The brownrider was a warrior as well by heart, or a fighter at least. She understood that more than just a brown had been lost. She understood the failure that Rikula shared with Majoriith. They would fix it together though.
Taking an uncertain step, as if unable to believe the choice at first, Riku tilted her head before nodding. Yes, this one was right. Curling into the rider's embrace and holding her too, Riku shook her head and closer her eyes against the tears threatening to spill. "No. This is only the beginning. We will mourn Amiith later, for now just hold me...please?"
Through the crowd, I was crying out And in your place there were a thousand other faces I was disappearing in plain sight Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation, You wanna get it right But, it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight You want a revelation Some kind of resolution You want a revelation
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Post by Elessar on Mar 19, 2013 22:52:49 GMT -5
That was it, then. The flight was over. Majoriith had chosen a brown for a brown, to mourn for the loss of Amiith, or so it seemed to the bronze Sorvestrymath. Turning, he wheeled back toward the Weyr, his eyes still swirling red and purple, the flight-lust still pumping through his body.
He could easily between back to Trelis, but the thought of going between right now, in light of Amiith's death, was distasteful.
And so he flew, the lingering flight-lust pushing him forward.
N'tal also still felt the effects of flight-lust, but as Rikula took Pandora into her arms, he knew it was his time to leave. Nodding once to both the Weyrwoman and the new Junior Weyrleader, to acknowledge the dragon's choice, the bronze rider stepped out into the hall, his vision still half-blurred with Sorvestrymath's.
It was due to such, perhaps, that as he stumbled down the hall, he ran into Noraali, the Senior Weyrwoman of Trelis Weyr, who was hanging out of her own Weyr. N'tal's first thought was to wonder why in Faranth's name she was outside of her Weyr, but then he thought of Amiith, and Thormyth's taste for blood, and the death of a loyal, friendly brown, someone's bonded… He was overcome by emotion. With no other thought, he buried his head against Noraali's shoulder, his body shaking.
What if it had been Sorvestrymath that Thormyth had attacked? What if his beautiful, perfect bronze had been the one to go between and never come back? Violently shaking, he looked up into Noraali's eyes. "Take me away," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Please."
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Post by Zi on Mar 19, 2013 22:58:15 GMT -5
Syphraelth kept his eyes on not only Majorith, but the other suitors as well, keeping an eye on the more dangerous ones. A few were faltering now, Syphraelth among them. His old injury really did make such strenuous activity difficult, and though he was sad to have lost, he was not heartbroken. In fact, he was pleased to be able to turn and head back to the ground, to rest his wings and mourn the loss properly. He gave a quiet rumble and tucked his wings, heading back to his weyr, leaving the other dragons, and their riders, to fend for themselves.
You lost. J'degar growled, eying Rikula and Pandora with annoyance as the goldrider claimed her prize. Well aware that he was ready to throw his fist through a wall in frustration, the brownrider turned deftly on his heals and moved for the door. He would go see to his dragon, then they would train. He couldn't accept failure like this much longer. It is just one loss J'degar. I think you need to let off steam. Fearing his rider was going to let his annoyance get in the way of things, Syphraelth figured it was time to step in. His rider could go and be stupid, but not because of anger. The brown forced the slowly dwindling lust through their link, rumbling as he felt J'degar lose himself a little more and knew the rider would give in and try to seek someone to give him a hand.
J'degar stumbled blindly through the corridors as Syphraelth curled up on his ledge, ready to grab a few hours of sleep while his rider found a way to relax. The rational part of his brain told him he really didn't want to go down this particular corridor, but his body was on a mission of its own, and by the time someone else became visible, he was too far gone for rational thought.
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