Zero
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Post by Zero on Mar 19, 2013 23:15:29 GMT -5
The dull ache had already started to build in his limbs long before Majoriith finally came to a decision. His name was not the one she spoke but that of the brown Guarximuth. Hyorinmarth offered no words of encouragement or praise to the new pair just simply turned in a wide, lazy arc, and headed back to Trelis. He needed to sleep now and rest. When the time came he would mourn the passing of Amiith properly but for now he simply wanted to rest.
K’ien, feeling the wave of hurt still flowing from his dragon but also the sensation that they had not won this round, turned his back on the rest of the room and made for the door. Despite it all, things could have gone so much worse. Of course the death of one dragon was heartbreaking but if a true fight had broken out in the skies, if that Garnet had had any more fight in him after dispatching Amiith, they might have lost their junior queen! He clenched his jaw at the thought. Something did need to be done about that garnet pair…
Running a shaking hand through his hair, K’ien squeezed his way out of the weyrwomans room. Why were there so many people crowding the doorway? And stumbled off down the hall. Even though the flight was over the bronze rider was still suffering from its effects and needed to find someone to help him release some of this excess energy of his. Maybe that pretty little harper girl wouldn’t mind keeping him company…
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Seven
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Post by Seven on Mar 19, 2013 23:24:22 GMT -5
Noraali didn't know what to do. SHe was half ready to push N'tal away and half ready to agree... K'ien. He was walking by. Oh Faranth. She didn't want to turn N'tal away... And she wanted K'ien. She reached out for him. "I will... Alright, N'tal... you... and my bronze rider..." She swallowe.d Oh Faranth... what was she doing. "K'ien?" She pulled him towards her, her hand wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. She wrapped her other arm around N'tal and pulled them back into her room. Yes. Both of them. She would take them both. It scared her a bit... two flight lusting bronze riders who probably hated each other... but... She couldn't turn N'tal away and she wouldn't let K'ien just go. She, after all, had a soft spot for him and his bronze.
"Come..." she said softly to them, gently placing a kiss on N'tal's lips, pulling K'ien closer. She only hoped they wouldn't turn on each other...
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Akira
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Post by Akira on Mar 20, 2013 0:12:23 GMT -5
Even before the flight had finished, Stallorth knew the winner would not be him, not this time. The large bronze crooned as he watched the young gold dragoness make her choice, then slowly dragged his tired body back to his weyr. Now, Betweening from where he was, back to Trelis Weyr would have been quicker, and easier on the bronze, but he just couldn’t make himself take that jump. No, tonight his tired wings would have to fly him all the way back to his comfortably familiar weyr. Needless to say, it was a long flight for the bronze, but he crooned happily as soon as he saw Trelis come into site. Good luck you two. It might have been a little late for his well-wishing for Majoriith and Guarximuth, but all he wanted to do was go to sleep on his couch and then tomorrow mourn for his fallen brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guarximuth could see that Majoriith had been injured, and vowed silently to himself and his rider that he would make the garnet pay not only for harming the golden queen, but for killing Amiith as well. He could hear the other males calling to Majoriith, and wondered if that was what he was supposed to be doing as well. No, he just couldn’t bring himself to say something encouraging at that moment, instead he flew on in silence. Let the others fill her head with pleasantries, it wasn’t his job to make her feel less upset about what had happened. No, it had been his one and only job to keep the others from getting hurt, or dying. But he had failed, he had failed horribly, so why was he even still in this flight?
Guarximuth shook his head with a growl and dipped his left wing, beginning to turn back towards Trelis and his rider were, when something made him pause. ”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.” Majoriith’s voice was almost a soft whisper in his mind. He spun around just in time to see that the gold dragoness had turned around, and was crooning his name, though her voice sounded weak and tired, it was his name she was calling. He couldn’t believe it, she had picked him, even though he had failed in his one and only duty.
Guarximuth didn’t understand why, but he didn’t question it either. He didn’t know what to say as he caught, and wrapped himself around Majoriith. He heard her whimper and crooned softly to her as he wound himself around her. I am here, I will do my best not to fail you ever again. There was more feeling in that simple sentence than he would have ever thought possible, given the circumstances. But there was conviction in more than just his voice as he fell towards the ground with his mate, attempting to turn them both just enough so that he could better support her. There wasn’t a muscle in his brown body that he wouldn’t devote to making sure that he never failed Majoriith, or anyone else for that matter.
Pandora had stood on wobbly legs just as her dragon had begun to turn back towards Trelis. Neither of them felt that they would be needed with their part of this flight any longer, but when she sensed that Guarximuth had turned back to Majoriith, she had turned back to face Rikula. Ra didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t believe that this was real. She shook her head in disbelief as the Junior Weyrwoman stepped towards her. But nonetheless she wrapped her arms around Rikula, and held her tight, listening quietly as she spoke. Ra just wrapped her arms tighter around Rikula as she asked to be held. Yes, she would hold this younger woman and just as her dragon pledged not to fail Majoriith, Pandora pledged never to fail Rikula either.
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jilli
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Post by jilli on Mar 20, 2013 0:29:59 GMT -5
Sheogorath watched the other garnet in anger. The only thing keeping him from finishing the job their little queen had started was the fact that he knew what each dragon meant to her. She felt too much. Each life was precious and even the death of the one who had ripped her chosen one away would hurt her. They could not afford a broken queen. She needed to be strong for the future to support his mate. He may not care for her rider much, but the dragon at least understood what being a part of the weyr meant. You were all a family. You protect one another. You didn't viciously and cowardly attack one another with no thought or pro vacation.
His keening roar echoed through the hillside even louder than majoriiths call to flight. Only his rider could know the true depths of the pain and sorrow that wound it's way through the small part of his heart that was good and pure. His mate called to him and hanging his head, he banked back toward her ledge. Not congratulating marjoriith on her new mate, though he knew he should.
His muscles were tight as he landed on the ledge with his mate and ungraciously flopped down beside her. He didn't speak, he didn't trust himself. His muscles were clenching and unclenching and it was all he could do to not between to thormyth and rip his throat out sendin him to the void himself. All he could continue to think was he killed my brother [/color]
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G'lwein stopped worrying about Sheogorath when he felt the large garnet return to his mate's side. The queen would keep him from doing something stupid. In a way he almost felt badly for V'lkan. He knew from personal experience just how much a growing garnet could be off it's hinges. The only reason Sheogorath was as calm and thoughtful as he was was through time and constant training.
Samara's struggles softened his expression and between his own and Sheogorath's pain, and what he knew the woman he loved was going through, a single tear rolled down his cheek to drop onto her hair. He held her as she tried to get away from him. He didn't mind it. It wasn't him she was running from. It was everything. It was the air and the sounds the smells, the tastes and the feeling of this world that had been destroyed seconds ago when her mind felt empty. She was cut off into a deep void of silence that would never fully recede.
Slowly, her struggles stopped, she sagged against him and he gentled his arms around her. His hands moved in a consoling rubbing movement across her spine and shoulders, fitting her against him, trying so desperately to force all his love and strength into her being. She kept asking him why. Over and over again why. It broke his heart and killed him that he couldn't just kill someone and make things alright again. This small woman in his arms was his world, and he could do nothing for her. He couldn't give her the answers she needed, he couldn't take her pain and bear it for her, so he did the only thing he could do. He scooped her up in his arms, carried her to bed and sat with his back against their headboard curling her against his chest, rocking her , trying to whisper words about how much Amiith loved her and how wonderful he was. The only way he knew to take her pain was to turn the darkness into a light. And of all the dragons he had known amiith's soul shone more brightly than any he had encountered.
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Thorn
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Post by Thorn on Mar 20, 2013 9:25:03 GMT -5
J'lan staggered out of Rikula's Weyr, her dragon's choice sending approval through not just him, but through Granzth as well. The bronze knew what J'lan had done to his hand, and while he didn't approve, he understood the emotion behind it. Quiet rage was, after all, still running through himself as well.
Settling on the ledge outside Thormyth's Weyr, Granzth allowed his sorrow to flow properly through him for the brown that had been lost that day. A low keen rose from his throat, but not loud enough to alert the garnet inside the cave that enough watched to ensure he would not leave.
There was still one last thing to do, however. Majoriith, you choose well this day. Guarximuth will make a fine mate for you, and a fine sire for your young. We have lost a brother this day, and he cannot be replaced, but his memory will always live on.
For J'lan, it was even worse. While Granzth was able to shrug off the lust that he had been feeling, it had all come to J'lan instead. Sorrow, grief, regret, lust, pain from his broken hand, all of them swirled through his mind as he staggered down the corridors, trying to make for the Infirmary.
It was too much, however, and he fell to his knees just as Jisene rounded the corner and stopped, shock at the state he was in coursing through her.
"J'lan...? What happened...? Your hand...!" She knelt next to him, gently taking hold of his wrist as he looked up at her, panting, and then did the complete unexpected. Pulling her close, he kissed her, only to have her push him away sharply, anger rising in her gaze until she took a closer look at his own eyes.
She stopped, confused, and then nodded quietly. "Let's get that hand properly seen to, and then you can stay with me tonight. I doubt you want Galen knowing just yet."
He blinked. Galen...? Of course he didn't want the boy knowing. Not yet, at least. J'lan let Jisene tug him gently upright before leading him to the Infirmary to see to his hand.
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taylor
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Post by taylor on Mar 20, 2013 11:06:33 GMT -5
Moryth had simply watched the drama, feeling somewhat detached. Of course, there was some level of despair at the violence, knowing there was nothing he could do to help. But he was in this flight for R'sren, and so his attention was more attuned to his rider.
His rider whose interest flared at the bloodshed, all of that restlessness inching away from sex and towards violence. Even before Majoriith chose her mate, Moryth was mentally out of the running. Not, of course, that an ebony had had a chance with a gold. He stopped flying like an acrobat, however, and instead flew only to keep up and stay near.
As Amiith went between, never to return, Moryth keened with the rest of them, surprised at how much the death wounded him. He hadn't known the male very well, and yet to see him killed - killed by one of their own, not Thread! - was like a stab in the heart.
He was angry, too. Angry at the sharding garnet who had done this, who had dared lay claw on another simply for the sake of a mating flight. He could feel his emotions bouncing towards his rider and building there, though, and so he tried to quickly tamp them down. There would be time to mourn - time to rage, as well - later, when his rider was more stable.
For now, he focused on the lust, on the supple body of the queen. With her golden hide streaked in ichor, however, it was impossible to summon up anything but distress and some fear.
As the queen made her official choice, Moryth spun and dove towards the ground, wanting to be away from this as fast as possible. His muscles ached - he was not built to keep up with those giant dragons for so long - and he needed to rest and try to ignore the emotions boiling within him, for his rider's sake.
With the rapid waning of his dragon's lust, replaced by much darker emotions, the chance of R'sren satisfying his need for an energy outlet by pairing up with someone faded. He wanted to fight, now, and Moryth didn't think he could handle more violence. Please, Mine.
R'sren made a noise which resembled a growl, stopping his walk through the halls - he'd started towards Rikula's weyr of course, but had started to branch off as the violence started, looking for someone else. Hurting the weyrsecond, after all, would not go well.
With the urging of his dragon, however, he nodded. Making a decision, he turned down a hallway and started walking again. Hopefully he could find something - or someone - to do here, to satisfy his lust or desire for a fight.
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