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Jiazith's Second Flight

Frustrated, Kat and Albanth find themselves losing yet another greenflight.

Kat - Wednesday, April 05, 2000, 4:14 PM
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Landing Field

The dense jungle has released a large, spacious field from its clutches, which stretches in a slightly irregular circle and is large enough for an entire Flight of dragons to land on and take wing comfortably. The ground is formed of slightly sandy, but mostly hard packed dirt, blanketed by short blades of grass, Southern's testament to grow anything, anywhere. The larger foliage is reserved for the edges of the clearing, where lush green ferns emerge from the fertile soil, and trees spread their branches in an attempt to reach the sky, shading the jungle's undergrowth in partial shadow.
Shadows are long now, as the sun reaches out for the western horizon, illuminating the world with a ruddy golden glow. A seaward breeze has begun to flow, carrying with it the aromas of redfruit and roasting meat.
A well-worn, wide trail leads southeast to the meadow; others branch west, north, and southwest to smaller clearings; equally broad paths fork off through the foliage to the council room or the flagstoned courtyard surrounding the Weyrhall.

People: K'tor
Dragons: Albanth Suriath Eilenth Jiazith

Firelizards: Patch

Jiazith
The cool ocean waters of a northern coastline laps against a sandy shore, each wave coaxed over the gold. She is about 24 meters long. Her wingspan is about 40.00 meters.en grains in a rhythmical dance of colour -- lacing this dusky sea-green beauty with traceries of indigo and cobalt. The angry hue of storm-tossed seas crashes over her headknobs, surging forth over neckridges like a plume of water powering through a rocky inlet, before dripping down in calm tidal-pool greens over her flanks. Umber and cinnamon pattern her kelp-green belly, almost as if she had wallowed in the damp sand of the beach, while her talons are the rocky brown of the wave-washed stones, constantly battered by wind and water. Fronds of seaweed trail loving fingers over her pinions, reaching out to anchor in the elegant jadeite of her mainsails, hints of shell-pinks accenting her trailing edges, reminiscent of spiderclaws, hiding in the blades of sea lettuce.

Jiazith looks to be around 2 turns, 10 months and 10 days old. She is about 24 meters long. Her wingspan is about 40.00 meters.

Suriath launches himself up into air towards the feeding grounds, after one last soft affectionate, lustfilled croon at his tar..err beloved.
Suriath flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

Albanth launches immediately skywards, and Kat supresses a groan as he catches sight of Jiazith's hide.

Jiazith is slowly waking now, one set of lids peeling back to show the redish hue of her eyes.

Albanth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.
Albanth has left.

Albanth> Feeding Grounds

Albanth> A chest-high wooden fence surrounds a great, flat plain, which is somewhat detached from, yet maintaining access to, the lake. The ground here flourishes with tall grasses, a lush green expanse of Herdbeast fodder stretching out to a wide, roughly circular, field almost directly southwest of the lake's southernmost beach. A few trees, long-since stripped of their bark and lower leaves, dot the lush meadow with patches of possible shade; and provide some shelter from the dragons that frequent this living buffet. Distant silhouettes of stocky, well-fed Herdbeasts dominate the scene, wandering amid the meadow grasses with their heads to the ground as they feed. From daybreak to sunset, the shrill cries of Wherries mingle with the seemingly ever-present breezes, punctuated now and again by the deeper bellows of the Herdbeasts or the softer whickers of runners that emanate from the stables to the west.
Albanth> Almost directly north is the broad, flat expanse of the lakeside meadow, accessible over or through a gate in the fence.
The stubborn glow of midday lights the hot summer skies.

Albanth> Contents:
Albanth> Suriath
Albanth> Kesath

Albanth> Suriath draws his wings in, in the mood for efficiency, dropping quickly. However, he can't hide his strong reactions to the anticipation of a chase, emotions spilling over. Admiration, desire, lust, a blinding whirl of colours. At the last moment, the wings snap open and the brown dragon neatly does in a herdbeast, snapping its back and carrying it off to be blooded.

Albanth> Kesath lands with a great THUD upon the grounds of the Feeding area. Trumpeting his dominance, he spreads his wings, bearing his cherrywood pinions for all to see. Suriath included. But, there's work to be done. Swinging his tail, he sweeps the legs out from under a herdbeast, leaning down to snatch the thing up in his jaws. He tears open its throat, and drinks deeply.. Let the games begin!

Albanth> Albanth glides down, angling his flight to blow the arrival of an Ierne blue and forcing the smaller dragon to circle around again. As the dragons already in the field panic the herds, he drops silently onto a wherry, driving it into the dust and sending up a cload around him.

You walk over to the Western Courtyard.

Weyrhall

Thick stone walls rise from the granite tiled floor towards the large crossbeam rafters that comprise the high ceiling of this impressively sized building. Broad, deep-silled windows look out on three sides of the hall, easily closed during Threadfall by the metal shutters, but shaded during the day by fabric blinds. On the south wall, a large tapestry and painting have been hung with pride, though they provide conflicting images that may disturb some. Near the kitchen entrance, a long serving table has been set up and close by trestle tables have been placed in parallel -- some with benches and others with chairs, padded with comfy cushions in a myriad of greens. The heavy main doors, leading out to the flagstone courtyard, are usually propped open to let cool breezes pass through the hall, and to cool off anyone working the heavy loom that has been placed in one corner, a task often threaded and in progress there.
Beams of sunlight slice into the Hall from the west, turning the walls a ruddy shade of gold. A seaward breeze has begun to flow now, carrying with it the aromas of redfruit and roasting meat from the nearby kitchens.
There are numerous doors leading in and out of here: iron-bound doors to the west opening onto the courtyard, a swinging door on hinges into the kitchen, and a carved door on the southern wall into the Infirmary among them. In the recesses hang a number of paintings and tapestries (+view).

People: K'tor Kayla Kayjay N'all F'loran Starr Bertha
Firelizards: Night
Others: Dragonpoker Table

F'loran's eyes fade somewhat again.. Grinning a touch, he nods to Starr. He stands as well, and follows her toward the door...

Starr is slowly moving towards the courtyard, ignoring the male riders. As she encounters Kat at the door she snarls and moves to push him out of the way. "Stasy back." she growls, moving to leave and get to her beloved Jiazith.

K'tor pauses in the doorway, and holds the door open for the riders, stormy gray-green eyes fixing on Starr. He has no intention on coming anywhere near her. His lifemate may have different plans, however.

K'sarn looks up from his table where he sits with his glass of wine. Seeing Starr moving for the door, he stands and makes a move to follow. A slow move...

It is currently 4:20 p.m. on day 18 of month 2 in Turn 31 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently summer. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)

Starr strides over to the Courtyard.
Starr has left.
Kayjay walks toward the Courtyard.
Kayjay has left.
F'loran walks toward the Courtyard.
F'loran has left.

Albanth> Jiazith flies in over the fence and into the feeding grounds.
Albanth> Jiazith has arrived.

Albanth> Finished with the first beast, Kesath slings its eviscerated corpse off to one side, before pouncing upon another unsuspecting creaturue. This one is a porcine. This one is simply too slow. This one gets its head removed cleanly by silvery claws, now stained red. He cranes his neck down to imbibe the flowing crimson vitae.

Albanth> Suriath speeds down and lands on an unsuspecting wherry, surprising it with his sharp talons. He drags it across the floor of the feeding grounds and then cracks it's neck neatly, settling down to blood as his now feverish eyes glance here and there with a feral intensity. His wings spread out protecting -his- catch, daring any male to come near him.

Albanth> Sporteth has spotted his beast. A rather small one it is, having run from the group. He pounces upon it from above, crouching down as he sucks the blood from its throat. Eyes swirling red glare at the other males in the grounds.

Albanth> The dustcloud finally parts, leaving Albanth crouched over the drained corpse of his kill. As the others panic the herds once again, the ruddy bronze reaches out rapacious talons with an economy of motion and spears a herdbeast on them. Oddly secretive, the bronze draws the unfortunate bawling bovine in under his wings, which spread like green misted curtains about him to disguise his blooding. The bawling, however, continues unabated.

Albanth> Jiazith soars from the landing field, wings spread wide, and angling sharply for the grounds. Ignoring males and likely scattering them in her quick decent. Talons reache as she skims above the ground, after a ovine, before they catch in it's hide. Grabbing it she makes a smoothe landing, showing off her finese by not even raising a bit of dust. Tail twining behind her like a snake she turns to look at the males in the grounds before hissing a warning. Meantime her claws work at the animal, lacerating it without slaughter. It's cries finaly draw her attention back to the suffering animal. Slowly, agonizingly for the beast, she draws a talon deep inside it's gut and down. Opening it's belly and allowing the intestines to spill. A horrible and agonizing way to die, as the animal lives for a few moments after this gruesome attack on it's body.

Starr narrows her eyes and steeples fingers to her temple, growling under her throat. "Blood my beauty, blood only. You know the drill...only blood...only that sweet succulent sanguine. Blood, blood, blood."

Albanth> Impatient. Anxious. Both of these describe Kesath's actions, now. Finished with his second kill, he slings this one aside as well. He reaches out, grabs a bovine by the head, and swings it sharply at the ground. It impacts the softened dirt with little more than a loud crunch, and a soft thud. Its pitiful little existance ended, Kesath tears open its throat, and drinks heavily from the geyser of lifeblood gushing forth.

Kayjay sighs. "Blood, don't play, Suriath. Lets get this over with as best we can, shall we?"

Albanth> Sporteth manages to keep his eyes protectivly on the others about him as he sneaks up on another beast. The prey this time is a plump wherry, making up for the last less than satisfying blooding. Sinking teeth deep into the throbibg throat of the wherry, the brown drains it of the red liquid that keeps it alive.

Albanth> Suriath finishes the once fat wherry, now shredded pieces of flesh drained of its lifeblood. He idly lands with a *thump*, cracking the back of the next hapless victim. Snap of the teeth and the head is gone, blood spattering down his gullet. For her...

Albanth> The bawling coming from under Albanth's comet-trailed wings grows weaker and weaker, finally trailing off into an exhausted sigh, lost in the other chaos of the grounds as the animal expires. The dessicated corpse soon exits forcefully behind the bronze, as if pushed by a hind limb, and bounces harmlessly into that Ierne blue again. The blue emits a startled squawk, which the bronze ignores as he selects a final beast - a caprine that has front limbs sacrifed to Jiazith and the mating urge she has created. Again, he covers his kill with his wings, seemingly unwilling to expose Jiazith to such carnage.

F'loran says nothing. Eyes half-distant, he simply follows the Greenrider. He is smiling, though.. An odd little smile..

Albanth> Jiazith growls rather loudly as her muzzle stops just before the steaming entrails. Sniffing a bit and rocking her head back and forth as she fights her lifemate. With a final sigh, however, she has no choice but to give in to the blooding. Latching onto it's throat and siphoning the precious fluid in a greedy manner.

K'tor remains silent, in the back of the pack of maleriders about Starr. Nostrils, however, are flaired wide, scenting... something. Thunderous eyes remain on the greenrider, or what he can see of her through the press of bodies.

K'sarn stays rather silent, only occasionaly muttering encouragements under his breath. His eyes stay the same glossy appearance as he follows the group.

Albanth> Trumpeting in anger, Kesath shoves at the Ierne Blue from the other side, as it wanders just a bit too close to his next target. Another fat porcine relinquishes its life to Kesath, and he swipes down its back with his silvery talons, ripping the sqealing beast nearly in half. Lust-driven hunger clamps his maw down onto the beast, draining it dry as bleached bones in the desert.

Albanth> Viharth flies in over the fence and into the feeding grounds.
Albanth> Viharth has arrived.

B'gron walks over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.
B'gron has arrived.

Albanth> Suriath gathers up another kill and kills it cleanly, muzzle sprinkled with the warm life blood. He looks up and notes where Jiazith is, admiring her glowing color and form. She is *indeed* lovely today. He licks his muzzle, even in flightlust he -must- look his best for his beloved. He doesn't bother answering the bugling challenges of his competitors, the pesky blue from Ierne sounds more like a gelded runner anyhow, but waits cautiously to rise at the slightest provocation.

Albanth> After another limp carcass is discarded from the side of Sporteth, he goes after another. Once again, he tenses as his eyes search for a beast to sate his hunger. His thirst. A timid beast is the next victom, coming near the tail of the brown. Wrapping the treelike tail around the wherry, Sporteth squeezes like a snake. Once the beast stops moving, it is dragged around to serve as the brown's next meal. Ripping open the throat, he laps up the limp thing in his grasp's life's blood.

F'loran is one of the fortunate ones who were there when this whole fiasco began. Fortunate, I say, because he is standing closer to Starr than anyone else - save Kayjay, of course. He's still quiet, though.. Dead silent.

Albanth> Viharth rumbles forbodingly, likely a bit cross for having arrived in so late a fashion, bloodlust already burning vibrantly within as he slashes a passing herdbeast across the girth, the beast not even allowed a parting bleat as it breaths its last. A crimson flow of still-warm blood gushes forth, yet only a moment passes before every drop is greedily lapped up by Viharth's maw.

Albanth> Jiazith hungrily nurses the beast before her till it is dry, then screeches in anger and tosses it to the side. Hissing in disdain that it did not sustain her needs she rears on hind quarters and bugles challenge to the heard, sneding htem in a scatter. Panic causes them to run beneath her and so she lands with a loud crunch. To animals pinned to death beneath her paws. These are sacrificed to her insatiable desire as well.

Albanth> Albanth slings the last corpse behind him, the final sacrifice to... Jiazith. There she is. The bronze's amethyst eyes fix on the glowing emerald as he half unfurls vapor trailed wings, waiting tensely for her to spring for freedom. Naturally, that caprine corpse lands - you guessed it - right on the head of that unfortunate Ierne blue. The blue screams defiance, turning a murderous look on Albanth before Jiazith claims his attention again. Albanth ignores all other rivals. They do not exist in his world: only Jiazith does.

Starr's face contorts into many different visages. Most of them ranging in the angered mischeif or someone glorrying in death.

Albanth> Kesath flings this final kill off toward the pile he's made from its comrades. Finished taking in the rich, crimson sustainance, he steps back from the bickering brood of Males around him, and crouches down to be ready for the slightest movement upward from the glowing Green - the fountain from which his emotions spring forth.

Albanth> As a crooning bugle is sent towards the blooding green, Sporteth searches for another victom. Finding a lost wherry running by his side, forearm whips out to clutch it in his tearing claws. Spine is broken in two as he drags the beast to his mouth to feed.

B'gron stumbles into the gathering crowd, a bit dazed, arms still laden with the hides that no-doubt brought him here. Green orbs seek residence in a lusty gaze fixed intently upon Starr.

Albanth> Suriath bides his time, eyes focused only on Jiazith, his beloved, his own, his prize. He casually topples a small blue over on its side as he spreads his wings full out, then back again, ready at any moment to spring up in flight.

K'sarn curses under his breath as his eyes dart in the direction of the feeding grounds. Eyes glass over as he silently regains control over his tounge. His eyes go towards Starr, feet carrying him after the crowd that surrounds her.

Albanth> Deflated beast left grotesquely in its death pose, Viharth hastily snuffs out the lives of another two kills, bringing down a doe and wherry, tangled in their desparate flee, and shredding their skin barrier in pursuit of the thick quaff within.

F'loran is still silent. He has no need to speak just yet..though he does appear to be mouthing something.. Regardless, he stays as close to Starr as he can. As close as she'll /let/ him, that is.

Albanth> Jiazith wheels on a brown who has come too close, claws lashing out at him. Lucky this brown is smaller than most, or he would have a nasty gash along his side. With a warning trumpet she turns back to her third victim, finishing it off with a growl. It's body lies where she left it for but a moment, then it is sent careening across the courtyard at Suriath. This distraction meant to give her more time to launch to the skies and their endless welcoming azure hue.

Starr strides over to the Landing Field.
Starr has left.

Albanth> Crouched down and ready, cherrywood-pinioned wings spread wide, Kesath springs into the air after the illuminated Jiazith. His Jiazith. But why does she run away? The soft croon he emits toward her is lost, hopelessly, in the wind. But it doesn't matter. He will do it again later, when she's his.

Kayjay stumbles along behind Starr.

T'rrin and Starr's Weyr
This weyr is fairly plain and mostly there is nothing fancy. Against one wall is a cozy little fireplace that is mostly used for cooking. Against the back wall is what appears to be Starr's bed. It is made up of large pillows in a hand made frame, that is big enough for many people to lay upon. It looks quite fluffy and comfy, but also looks easy to disasemble if needed. Above and to the right of the bed dangles a set of wind chimes, whose low tones are calm and peaceful. The tones of the chimes are low, not tinkly like most. There is also another door that leads out to a small back part of the weyr and one window looks out unto it. Most of the time the door's are left open to allow a breeze in.
Contents:
F'loran
Kayjay
Starr

Albanth> Jiazith flies toward the open sky above.

Albanth> Kesath soars to the open sky above.

Albanth> Albanth has been waiting for this moment. Powerful hindlegs spring to launch him after the fleeing Jiazith, the bronze getting aloft with surprisngly little effort, comet-tinged wings pumping hard.

Albanth> Warm southern thermals help the green rise like an arrow towards the sky. Her accent quicker than normal, even though she is a green. Fleeing the males easily, but only to gain altitude. For when they join her in the skies the pace she had started to set stops abruptly. For she turns the quick beating of her wings into a slow glide, temping the males to catch up and attempt an early catch. Turning to croon sweetly at them, wiggling her tail invitingly.

Albanth> Suriath surges forward. A good start, an early start, and he intends to maintain it. Mahogany wings hammer down the air, forcing him higher in pursuit of the glimmering green. He closes his eyes briefly, letting the feeling of the rushing wind and air carry his thoughts, projections and emotions after him, falling deeper in love all over again with Jiazieth with each wingstroke. He won't fall for her tricks, he will be patient. He can win her, he has done it before, he will do it now. He has to.

Starr come sin at a half-jog, making for the back corner immiediatly. Once there she shoves her back to the wall and turns to watch the others. This acting causes her hand to brush the chimes, sending them into a gentle song. "Stay there!" she hisses in a voice that resounds in the weyr. Her eyes are wide and blazing with her and Jiazith's consciousness.

Albanth> Aloft at last, Kesath pumps his wings to gain speed, as he rises into the sky after the object of his desire - the retreating Green. Unlike his Lifemate, Kesath does have a slight bit of intellect, so he doesn't fall for the Green's false invitation.. He does take the opportunity to catch another thermal and rise higher into the air, however...

Albanth> Viharth arrows into the cacophony of suitors, lagging a bit behind the others initially. Rivulets of blood, evidence of his latest kills, traces a latticework across his maw and traverses down his neck. Eyes flash with a keen desire as wings fall into a heated rhythm.

Albanth> A longing is felt through the croon and bugle sent ahead of Sporteth as he climbs through the sky. Wings spread as he catches an updraft, eyes locked on the glimmering beauty taking up his entire vision. He stays in the middle of the pack, not straining enough to rise to the top... yet.

Albanth> Albanth keeps violent violet eyes on that temping green tail. As fast geting into the air as some of the browns that are as large as he, he seeks and finds an updraft, pumping wings hard to gain altitude and fast. He knows these skies, and knows them well. Patiently, he attempts to put as much vertical distance between himself and the pack as between the pack and the ground. Lofty noble goals has he, not the least of which is to twine with Jiazith. But first, to stay on her trail!

Kayjay looks panicked as she walks into the cottage. Warring emotions fight for supremacy within in her. Dragon Lust, yet there is fear.. She darts her eyes around the familiar surroundings and finds a quiet corner. Far far away from that -bed-.

B'gron walks over from the Clearing outside.
B'gron has arrived.

F'loran still says nothing, though again, he appears to be mouthing something to himself. Whatever it is is simply inaudible to anyone but himself, though. Drawing in a deep breath, he seats himself upon the ground, rocking gently forward and back..forward and back.. Lips still silently moving.

K'sarn follows the others in, eyes darting around as he steps over to one side. He leans against a wall near the others, eyes still that glassy appearance.

K'tor follows in, nearly last among the pack. He finds his way blocked by the rider of that Ierne blue, and bares his teeth at him unconsciously before eyes flicker around the room. Finding a small corner, the bronzer begins to pace restlessly. One step, two, and then turn and repeat, endlessly. And try not to look at Jiazith - or is it Starr?

Albanth> Jiazith turns to note most of the males do not fall to her temptation and she screams. Screams loudly and in a hurt manner. They will not truly chase her? They will not come after her? Then they will have the fight of their life to win her neck and tail. From that glide she shoots off at an incredible speed. Known well for her tricky manuevers and her normal green agility, this takes the cake. Leaving the males in the dust to try and catch up.

B'gron remains at the outer edge of the group, eyes muted in a mind-lock with his mate above, yet oddly intent upon the allure that commands attention...she that is named Starr.

Albanth> Suriath gets a mouthful of dust and grit as he opens up to bugle most romantically for his most beloved Jiazith. That didn't work. He shakes his head clear of the grit and sees that he is off his course, the rolling cloud of pursuers away off to his right. He rumbles and pumps strongly to catch up, passing a few behind him.

Dragon> Jiazith bespoke Viharth, Albanth, Suriath, and Kesath with << YOu DARE say you chase me and then do not? THEN NONE WILL HAVE ME! How dare you insult me like that! HOW DARE YOU ALL! >>

Albanth> The blood of the fallen in the fields of death below course through Kesath's system, fueling his lust-ridden heart's desire to catch the fleeing Green. If she wants a chase, she'll get one. Suddenly breaking into a sprint rather reminiscent of his Lifemate's own actions on occasion, he speeds through the air, taking advantage of the extra altitude he'd gained from the thermal. Determination shows in his violet-faceted eyes.

Starr's eyes blaze and she growls, pointing a general accusing fingers. "Vile, stupid, ignorant, arogant porcines!" she accuses, stalking forward to shove her face in F'loran's. "You with your flowery words and poems that say you want me, then don't act on it! All words, no action!" she hisses, then turns her eyes on Kayjay and opens her mouth to say something, then snarls. "Suriath will not catch her again, not if I can help it!" she finaly says, before turning to give the same sort of treatment to the others.

Albanth> Sporteth bugles at a male who gets to near his wing. Eyes for once leave the green to glare at those around him as he takes stock of the situation. Looking up again, he croons towards her, though it's doubtful that it's heard. Eyes keep on her lithe body as hes wings take him ahead with the others, aiming for the area right below her. He only takes a breath to bellow after her his lust-filled passion.

Dragon> Albanth, Suriath, Kesath, and Jiazith sense that Viharth glorifies thoughts with shades of violet passion, << Your release is enticing. Your demeanor a reflection of the relentless heat, but your wings will tire...and then...then I will quench your flaming desire! >>

Albanth> Albanth's wings dip and plunge, as he fights against the stiffer winds high aloft, coming in off the ocean. Comet-vapor gives way to cloud vapor as the bronze punishes his wings in an effort to start ahead against the winds and the emerald that so fuels his ichor. The bronze ascends into the thin clouds, which grey his ruddy hide as he eats up the earth and air under his wings.

Dragon> Viharth, Albanth, Suriath, and Kesath sense that Jiazith lashes out with a storm of violent greens, lashing at the invading thoughts. << More words! Words, words words! NO action! You are all pathetic! >>

Kayjay rocks in her corner, too caught up in Suriath's lust to respond with words. She stares at the greenrider, looking her up and down and chuckles deep in her throat.

Albanth> Jiazith senses that Albanth's mind is near closed to you, only the vaguest sense of the lust inspired by you penetrating. The bronze wastes no words on thoughts, instead throwing all his energy into the chase. Words? What pathetic things to express the true meaning of his lust.

K'sarn's arms are crossed infront of him to ward off any verbal blows to himself. Grey eyes stay on the greenrider, face staying calm as he soars with his lifemate.

K'tor paces. One, two, turn, repeat. He snarls softly as that Ierne bluerider plants himself in the way deliberately. Instead, he tours around him, and leans against the wall, head first, hands splayed and plastered against it.

Dragon> Kesath bespoke Viharth, Albanth, Suriath, and Jiazith with << Flee, beautiful, sparkling, wonderful Jiazith. Flee with all your might. If you want action, then I you will see it when I catch you. >>

Albanth> A challenge....so deserving of this fair of suitors, serves only to fuel Viharth's powerful wings. A bit awkward in these foreign thermals, he nonetheless slips into a forward current, humid gusts filling his sails and navigating his lithe form across the Southern skies. There is only one so worthy of such chase...one so worthy to call his wings to action...one so worthy to be named Jiazeth!

Albanth> Jiazith also suffers slightly at the ocean-born currents. They tear at her wings while she still manages to fight. But soon she realizes they will tire her too quickly. Turning a sharp 180 that only a green could pull off she now faces the oncoming males. Their struggle to fight against the winds a mere amusement to her. For now those same winds fuel her speed and she shoots off like an arrow once more, except this time through the midst of the males. Dodging and turning around forms startled by her sudden change in direction. All this happening in a matter of seconds.

Starr whirls on K'tor now and sneers, but finds herself unable to find fault with his pacing. He is the quietest and so claiming him arrogant would be silly. So instead her anger falls upon B'gron full force. "You! I don't know you, yet you pursue? You will fail, you know nothing of this place or of my lifemate. She is the fastes, quickest, trickiest one here! Your attempts will lead to failure!" she snaps.

Albanth> And this is what Kesath has been waiting for. Angling downward to speed his own about-face, he pumps his wings against the changing winds, sailing around behind Jiazith as she passes, moving a little too far off to the right. All is not lost, however, as this places him right over another thermal, easing the load on his wings, and speeding his chase once more. He will have her this time.

Albanth> Suriath learns from his mistakes, yes--and he's learning now. Keep your mouth closed, keep your mind focused on those wings, those shimmering, glistening, -green- wings... See how her twists and turns slow her, how a steady, driving course brings him closer, gradually closer, closer still. He makes his way to the side of the pack, turning oh so painfully slowly after the green darts past him. He is patient, he climbs even higher at an angle, hoping to cross paths with her. And she will have to climb again eventually. He will be there.

B'gron is oddly plaintive...patient...perhaps biding his time above, "She will tire...one will catch...." is all he utters, though a certain confidence rides in those words.

Albanth> Sporteth spots Jaizith as she comes soaring into the midst of her chasers, and, not being the good little brown he should and run the other way, he spreads his wings to cusioun his stop. Neck following her movements, he is dragged back by the oncomming wind. He spins around to croon after her, the wind allowing him to chase after her with greater speed. He stays on his course leading towards the air under her gentle form.

Kayjay covers her ears with her hands, forcing Starr's voice out of her head. She closes her eyes, mind only centered on Suriath and his quest.

F'loran's mouthed words issue forth just loud enough to make out, now - though acutally understanding them would be a little tricky. Whatever it is, it sonds like poetry... The smile on his face only grows at Kesath's deft manuvering.. Well, deft considering how big he is in comparrison to the agile Green.

K'sarn's shudders lightly at the sound of Starr's voice, wincing even though it wasn't he that was scolded. His eyes dart from one to the other in the room, shaking his head at their actions.

Albanth> Albanth voices no complaint - though the bronze is the size of a large brown, he knows he cannot match that turn. Thus, he does not even try. At least he does not have to dodge her. Still among the clouds' embraces, he instead dips a shoulder joint to bank around counter clockwise to the course of Jiazith's turn. Now he can take advantage of that ocean breeze, coming back around to her course on an angle to eat up the ground she has gained on him.

K'tor remains where he is, forehead and palms pressed to the wall. Silent, eyes closed, chest heaving with the exertions in the skies above.

Albanth> Viharth cuts the turbulent air with a raucous bugle, frustration evident in his flaming facets as she nears....and passes beneath. He will not be so easily defeated, and with the grace more familiar to a blue, this bronze, small among his kind, turns on a wing with a pained croon, ripped from his maw in betrayal to his efforts to subdue such subordinate clues. He manages the maneuver, and rights himself to the 'neath of the pack, directly behind the queen of his desires.

Albanth> Jiazith surges forward and forward again, slowly angling upwards to the cloud cover. In a moment her angle increases drasticly and she shoots up through the thin gray masses. Coming out atop she angles straight once again, skimming the top and dipping her sea-green sails beneath them. As if she were simply rowing along at a happy pace. But no, she is stuggling now, Obviously stuggling to stay ahead. Knowing at any moment she could falter and they could catch up. That falter come all too soon, for an updraft hits her in the face, sending her careening upwards and flailing a moment. Yet not all is lost, for she manages the barest escape through a dive back into the clouds...maybe she can loose them here.

Albanth> Suriath merely combines all his energy, passion and awareness into one complete focus. He outstretches his talons and brings them back to his body in preparedness for the moment he might need them. Gaining on the pack his wings slow a bit as he notices Jiazith's hesitation. Then he catches a thermal and uses it for all it's worth, letting it gain him altitude rather than expending the energy to close the distance between him and his goal. Brown wingsails fill as he pumps them up and down and behind, both strength and will and lust driving him forward and higher into the familar Southern skies.

Albanth> Still in the influence of the thermal, Kesath uses this opportunity to gain some much-needed altitude. Large, he may be, but fast, he is also. Fast and powerful for a Brown of his size. He matchs Jiazith's steep climb, straining his wings to keep up his velocity. Emerging from the clouds, he sails somewhat higher than he'd expected.. But at least this means he can see her falter through the clouds. Diving downward again, he accelerates at an impressive rate, speeding after the escaping emerald fire he so longs for.. And into the whispy clouds he goes.

Albanth> Viharth watches as his prize disappears within the fragile cover of clouds. Wings somewhat fatigued from his earlier aeriel antics, he chooses to remain below, pulling into the pocket Jiazith so recently possessed. He beats the skies relentlessly, his head cocked to the humidity cloaking the skies, searching for she who would be so elusive...she will come, yes she will come.

Albanth> Albanth senses movements in the clouds ahead, still out of his reach. In a fit of speed, he angles his spars upwards, catching the breeze in from the ocean on his sails. The push is enough to take him above the thin clouds that have grayed out his hide. There! She is there! But still too far ahead! The bronze concentrates on consuming as much distance between himself and that flickering, tempting green tail as possible as the glowing Jiazith flees back inland. His larger sails can eat up the distance, but can he get closer before she begins to seriously tire?

Albanth> Sporteth follows the othes, staying at the head of the group. His bugles can be heard all around, though they are a bit to enthusiastic. Carching a thermal, he spreads his wings to take him up into the clouds.

Another grin curls F'loran's lips upward - this one leading to a laugh.. Softly, he speaks, breaking the silence he held for so long. "There she is! There you go, Kesath..." And, with that, he goes back to his silent recital again.

Kayjay laughs out loud. "As if we didn't see that one coming." She chuckles away, wiping the sweat off her brow with the hem of her skirt.

Starr groans and hugs herself tightly. "Please...ohhhh...Jiazith..." she says to herself, shaking her head a bit.

K'tor bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Those familiar with the randy bronze hide of his lifemate - and who still have the sense to reason - might wonder at his state. He's usually more composed than this. But then, Albanth usually wins more than he has been...

B'gron rubs his left shoulder with a hint of irritation, muttering imperceptibly as he tears his eyes from Starr long enough to assess his shoulder, then shakes it out gruffly and extends his arms towards the greenrider.

K'sarn's allows his head to droop, eyes staring at something intensly on the floor. "Sporteth.. faster.." is all that is uttered out of his lips.

Albanth> Jiazith manages to keep within the clouds for a few seconds, but each beat of her wings is painful now. It drops her closer to the bottom of the covering. Finaly she breaks through and tries to stay ahead of the males. Then the suprise comes when Albanth comes from above. Startled her wingbeats pause, slowing her immensley as she fights to get away from the slower bronze. Of course, he may be slow bu the others in the chase certainly are not. They manage to swarm her while she fights to get away from just the one. With a screech she makes to dive and get away, but one does manage to tangle her wings and she begins to fall...

Starr jerks up and turns to stare at Kayjay as the episode in the sky takes place. "NO NOT HIM!" she shouts suddenly, recoiling and bumping her head into the chimes.

Albanth> Suriath is frantic now, that earlier climbing effort paying off in searing speed as he angles directly towards Jiazith from out of the sun, back into the cooling mist of the cloud cover. Easily blazing past a lagging pair of bronzes, he comes closer, weaving in and out of lagging dragons, as he edges directly to the right of her, closer than most now, his attention still focused on that darling,glorious, oh so tempting tail with burning intensity. He reaches to entwine his tail with hers, spreading his wings in hope of providing a safe haven for the tired but still so darned sexy and alluring green.

Albanth> Screaming down from above, Kesath speeds through the thin cloud-cover, swirling the whispy forms in his wake. She is tired, and he knows this... Crooning softly one more time at the tiring Green, he dives to an altitude just below hers, before curling back upward again. So, gaining altitude toward the falling Green, he approaches DIRECTLY from below at an alarming speed.

Albanth> Roiling facets, reflections of the ichor within, grasp the view of the faltering green. A second opportunity...she nears, Viharth will not allow it to pass this time...wings angle a mere handbreadth, and he closes the small distance hovering between the pair, tails snakes out as neck follows suit...he reaches...

F'loran stands slowly, his recital finished. Eyes still glazed over, he takes a few steps toward Starr. That same grin on his face the whole time. Softly, he whispers... "You almost have her.. Take her, Kesath. She's yours and no one else's."

Albanth> Viharth is just beneath, threateningly close to Kesath.

Albanth> Albanth was coming down from above. Seeing the slowing of those green pinions below as she breaks through the clouds, he abruptly folds the shoulderjoint of the wing on the green's near side. The resulting instability plunges the bronze down at an angle, roughly fourty-five degrees, with his far wing snapped out to slow his descent. His ruddy neck reaches out for Jiazith, tail snaking out and acting as a break as well, reaching from slightly above this chief of all prizes. This sends him just above her, and to her left, making a desperate attempt to snatch her from the others before one of them can claim her from below.

Albanth> Sporteth seizes his chance, darting after the green of his desire. A soft croon is sent to her as he flaps his wings once more to bring him to the right side of her. Barely hoping, he brings his tail near hers and the others, prepared to hold her if she falls.

Kayjay hums to herself over and over again a sickening-sweet lust filled croon, staring straight into Starr's eyes.

Albanth> Jiazith flails about to try and get purchase with her wings, she screams horribly. Fearful more of falling that of being caught now. But the press of bodies only tangles her wings more and she can only twist this way and that to not be caught. Still she falls through the bodies, her own being pushed and bumped by the larger bodies. Crying out again she reaches with neck and tail to latch onto the nearest male. The one who has been there for her always before, the one who caught her before. Knowing he is safe, knowing he is strong, she tries to make him hers. Then another screech and she twists again and away from Suriath. Now falling downwards and to the left. She has no more strength to try and grab on her own, she can only count on a male catch her. Lucky for her there is one that does, one that comes from below who has the only chance, one that is slightly smaller than the rest. His tails snakes out like a lasoo and secures her own, while his neck reaches down to support her own. Strength still runs in him and he can carry her to safety now, as well as satisfy her true reason for taking to the skies. The croon she croons now is solely for Kesath, her newest mate.

K'sarn suddenly stands up straight, eyes towards the ceiling, "Come on Sporteth.. a little further.. there.." He continues his muttering until he suddely stops, slouching.

K'tor's fingernails fairly dig into the wall, one index fingernail splitting down to the quick. With a frustrated cry, the bronzer is out of the cottage in an instant, elbowing past bodies.

You walk out into the Clearing.