Green Star Rising (Opheriath's flight)

[Selvagem]

(OOC> This scene takes place 2 days before the return of the Adventuring party and the resultant confusion amongst the weyrlings. This is open to all interested in chasing Opheriath.)

The light of Rukbat was still pale in the early morning sky, highlighting a lone green shape spreading wings wide on one of the upper ledges of the Weyr. Opheriath looked back at her rider, still sleeping soundly in the small bed of his private weyr. A soft hiss of air drove from her lungs as she whirled, flung her wings open, and threw herself out into the lightening sky.

She rose with Rukbat, slowly, a green hint in the brightening day, with no sound and no overt signs to give warning of her intentions. There was no explosive action, no sudden jerk of whiplash lust or screaming challenge. The changing hue of the green's eyes from blue to purple was gradual, as was the ever-more-pulsing glow of her pale green hide, and the wash of her emotions over the sleepy weyr below.

As she reached the middle altitude of her rising flight, she snapped her call to all of Telgar Weyr, a single word that carried within it the sharpest of desires: too powerful to ignore or deny.

Come.

The call woke C'cao at once. He lay in bed establishing the source of it, his heart racing within him and sending shudders through the bedcovers. With a soft sigh, he rose forced his drowsy muscles into a jog to go get dressed. The moment had not been unexpected, but as always, Opheriath's flights had the tendency to catch him napping. In this case, literally.

[Invisible]

K’tel grumbled as Mallarth announced his intent. It has been another late night and he was loathe to crawl out of bed. What was it with greens these days being up at the crack of dawn? It was enough to make a man not care about such things. Of course if K’tel did not care Mallarth did and would soon take care of his rider’s ambivalence.

On his ledge Mallarth gave no call of intent to the rest of the Weyr. Instead he just launched himself into the morning air and searched for the green already there. She would be his by the end of the flight he was sure. In his weyr K’tel grumbled again and nudged the man in his bed aside to be able to grab his pants. “Keep sleeping, Landon, I’ll be back.” The man grumbled himself and rolled over to wrap blankets around himself and continue slumbering.

K’tel got dressed and tried to sort out who it was he would be wanting this morning. Getting dressed in this case simply meant pulling his pants on. Why bother with the rest when he wouldn’t be wearing them long anyway? As Mallarth gained altitude K’tel got his bearings and headed for where he figured on finding C’cao.

[Slim]

R'thos woke with a groan. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he could tell it was far too early to be awake. The insistent press of his dragon's mind made it impossible for him to go back to sleep, though. What is it, Loyoth?

It's my turn, boss. Loyoth flashed his rider an image of the woman sleeping beside him. R'thos cracked an eye open, smirking at the gentle curves of the woman's shoulder, the rise and fall of her ribs as she breathed deeply in her sleep. Fair enough. His blue deserved a lay no less than he did. What a wildcat she'd been in bed, she...

Hurry, Loyoth urged him, and R'thos snapped out of his reverie and tumbled from the bed.

Ignoring the faint questioning mumble of his one-time bedmate, R'thos grabbed a clean loincloth and tucked it tight around his waist. There was no point in putting on more. No point in waking the woman, either. One way or another, R'thos planned to be naked with somebody before the hour was up, and he may as well have her on stand-by in case Loyoth should lose.

I won't lose, boss. This is Opheriath we're talking about. Oh really? Loyoth fancied the pale green, R'thos remembered. No wonder he'd woken up so early for her.

All right, Loyoth, let's get her. R'thos broke into a jog as he approached the blue, building up a bit of momentum that carried him easily up his dragon's shoulder. He didn't even have time to grab a neckridge for balance before Loyoth jumped off the ledge, skimming along an early morning breeze as he rushed his rider to the right weyr.

Get-off-get-off-get-off, his dragon hassled him once they landed, but just to tease him R'thos deliberately slowed down. The blue snorted and bucked his shoulder sideways, rolling R'thos off it so he could launch into the air after Opheriath. Abandoned, thrown on his back but not injured, R'thos shot a bemused look after his blue. Other riders, just arriving at the ledge, would have the dubious pleasure of seeing R'thos's loincloth flipped up to reveal more than it should, since it took the bluerider a few moments to gather himself and get off the ground. Oh, well.

[neopanther]

Her pale green hide gleamed like a beacon to whirring eyes of purple and crimson. His dark, indigo hide was glowing with health; he was in the fit of his prime, five turns, energy to burn, and a full knowledge of how to fly. He had chased three times, successful but once. Insineth awoke a full three hours earlier, he felt the stirrings. Then that word came.

come. Simple effective, and illusive as the one he wished to chase. Obeying her imperative, He leapt from the ledge of his weyr, leaving his young bonded Ot’sil to clamber from his cot in a hurry as he felt his bonded leave to go for this green. He huffed sharply.
Could you not have even warned me? He didn’t expect a response from his broody blue. But as he watched from the weyrledge, he pulled on a thick tunic. Autumn was venturing to winter, and it was early morning, far towards the north. It was cold. He was no fool.

And with that, Ot’sil left his weyr, making his way towards where he knew Opheriath’s and C’cao’s abode.

The blue beat his wings down, hovering dear by the entry ledge of their weyr. Eyes a myriad of colours as he watched and waited for her to begin the flight.
She calls to me
Not just you. But to all.
But she is especially strong
yes, yes, you said that about the other three, and wound me in the bed of a grouchy green rider before this.[/i] Ot’sil tutted, shook his head, as he crossed over the edges of the bowl towards the weyr. Would he ever get his bonded to realise that he was not necessarily the most desirable off all? But then it was nigh on impossible to tell the dark, sullen and broody blue anything since he won his first flight.

[Selvagem]

Opheriath watched Rukbat in the east, and the trio of blues flitting out from the weyr beneath her. From another corner of the Bowl still caught in shadow, a brown snorted as he launched frm his rider's ledge, reddish wings unfolding to catch the wind carrying him towards the emerald speck above. The green was drifting in wide, lazy spirals, her energy betrayed only by the lash of her tail and the bright glow of her normally pale skin. She seemed calm, sedate even, casually ignoring the males coming up below her.

The nearest male came within a tail's length of her. All at once she spread wings wider and sallied sideways in a flash of green across the rising sun, catching a patch of rising hot air that she had cunningly kept to her left wingtip thoughout for this very purpose. The transformation was sudden and complete. Fueled by the updraft, the shimmering green soared upwards into the brightening sky, gaining altitude rapidly as she climbed above the rising blues below. Her emotions echoed in the whirl of her eyes and reflected through the air in waves of playful coyness, excerbated by a single word that portrayed her desire - even as she fled from her suitors.

Who?

The chase had began!

C'cao, for his part, was still standing coolly in the middle of his weyr, allowing the lust to build slowly in him even as riders started to bundle into his weyr. He wondered wryly, watching them, if his eyes were beginning to whirl purple as well. He could not see himself, and no one hadever told him if it were the case - they were usually too caught up in dragonlust themselves to notice. Like dragon, like rider, after all. He still had just enough presence of mind to turn aside at R'thos' stumble. That would change soon enough.

Smiling, the greenrider wavered through a strong burst of desire and found it in himself to put up tentative greeting to his growing number of visitors.

"Emm, hello. Good morning."

[dragon]

Come. It was a simple call, but it held an attention grabbing command and it was one a certain brown could not ignore. I will. Words that held no doubt for Pharoth, the brown dragon of D'ray. And with those words, his rider moaned as he awoke. He wasn't happy he'd have to wake up so early, after all he did have a long night. The movement of the furs beside him proved that as a woman mumbled in her sleep as she turned to face away from D'ray unknowingly. She was one of the local weyrfolk and D'ray had charmed his way up to this moment. D'ray gave a half sleepy smirk then frowned at his dragon. Looks like he wasn't going to get a morning round, not with this woman anyway.

I'm getting up. I'm getting up. Let me put some pants on. Who is it, anyway? D'ray spoke mentally to his dragon, so as not to wake his current bedmate. Operath. A simple word, but as D'ray slipped one leg through the a pants leg, that one word was enough for him to realize why Pharoth was so determined. He could feel such determination in the brown since he got up. Fastening his pants on him and pulling over a shirt, D'ray only smiled at his dragon. Drop me off at C'cao's and go get your green lady. With those words, D'ray and Pharoth made their way to the same ledge the other dragonriders did. Late to the party, but not out of the race yet.

D'ray quickly got off and gave a goofy smile with a handwave at C'cao. "Should have known you were behind my early morning. No sleeping in for me", D'ray said as he walked further in and made himself comfortable. Ah D'ray. He didn't much care, nothing really settled on his mind for long. He had the mindset of let Pharoth have his fun, then he'd be on his way.

The moment he no longer felt his rider's weight, Pharoth took to the skies after the green. He sped his way to gain ground...or air on his intended target. When he was close enough, he spoke. I told you I would come. Pharoth spoke his promise to this green beauty as he gave chase, ignoring other dragons. It wouldn't do to put any focus on them. Instead, eyes locked on Opherath, ready to calculate and adjust necessarily to her movements.

[Invisible]

K’tel had no interest in talking to the other riders including C’cao. Instead he was content to wait near the ledge with eyes trained on the sky to watch what he could of the flight. There would be time enough to take what was his when it was over. Let the others small talk or gather around the greenrider. None of that would matter when they were left behind and he was claiming his prize. As for R’thos’ show and tell K’tel was all too willing to observe that with a smirk. “If we’re not awake yet,” he drawled to the other man, “We’re sure to be now after that.” The leer remained on his face even after he went back to watching the sky.

He had no control of what went on up there but he didn’t worry. Mallarth knew what he was doing. It had not been that long since they’d won a flight, but the blue was always ready to give chase to another. The other dragons that interfered in his chase were ignored for now. Soon enough he would have to see to removing some of them from the pack, but for now it was Opheriath that his eyes focused on. The green was going to be his and he let out a sharp bugle to show his intent.

[Slim]

((This being an NPC and all, I'll pose in when I can, but I won't mind a bit if others want to skip me in future post order. Such is the madness of mating flights!))

R'thos dropped a hand to his (now fixed) loincloth and gave himself a heft, grinning at K'tel. "I aim to please." Dropping his fellow bluerider a wink, he prowled around C'cao's weyr and made himself at home, grabbing a chair and plopping into it. Slinging an arm over the back, he at last got around to greeting his distracted host with a chipper, "Good morning!" in return. He'd been through too many flights to be dismayed by a bit of accidental nudity.

His dragon had lost too many not to take careful stock of the competition. Loyoth wheeled in the air, his whirling eyes spinning from one rival to the next as they approached. Pharoth was familiar to him, a rival for Opheriath's attention, and prompted a low growl from the much smaller blue. He shouldn't have done it, though: glowering at Pharoth proved enough of a distraction that he missed the green's take-off, and was only alerted by Mallarth's bugle.

Twisting himself practically double, Loyoth hauled himself back around to face Opheriath. He pulled it off, but it took more effort than he'd have liked for just the beginning of a flight. No bugles for him: Loyoth settled down to be all business, grunting and pumping his wings to make up the lost ground.

[Alsivor]

Y'vor snored in his bed, snuggled down under the covers. It was cold outside, but warm in the weyr. Something was tugging at the sleepy corners of his mind though. Something familiar. Oh yeah. A goofy, happy smile crossed his face and he rolled over, opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. And into a lavendar-hued pair of very big eyes. "AH!" The brownrider tumbled out of bed and sat down hard on the cold, cold floor.Serienth snickered mentally at his rider as he went flying, his mind awash with the scent of cool, damp earth.

Opheriath calls, Y'vor. C'mon. Let's go.

Y'vor stared up at Serienth open-mouthed for a moment then scrabbled a hand through too-long, shaggy blond hair. "Right." He hefted himself up off the floor and sleepily padded over to get his robe off its hook, slung it on then pulled himself up onto his brown's back for the short glide across the Bowl. C'cao's weyr. Right.

Down! Serienth was impatient to be gone, his mind already full of twists and turns in the air and the gleaming streak of green that slid to and fro in the sky above the dawning Weyr. Y'vor just chuckled softly and slid down s.l.o.w.l.y. deliberately baiting his dragon just a little. Serienth nudged him with his nose and sent him stumbling into the weyr then he was gone, tail lashing the air in his eagerness.

Up, up, and away, the compact brown went zooming after the pack, after bright-hued Opheriath wings stretched pale against the morning light. Nothing quite like a flight to get the ichor pumping in the morning and he couldn't wait to get a taste of her mettle, how she'd turn and dive and .... ohhhh there she went.

Comin', babe, he told her, Serienth's comin' to fly high and fast with you. It's gonna be a /good/ morning.

His wings spread wide to catch a thermal to loft him up higher into the chilly autumn skies, tail corkscrewing a little to help loft him up and up, speed slowly building up as his own desire unfurled in response to hers.

[Selvagem]

(OOC> Good posts everyone! It was fun reading. This flight has no pre-chosen winner, and I aim to bring in a few things to make it challenging for those chasing. Have fun )


Her green hide was pulsing bright as Rukbat, a glow fit to match the soaring sense of her heart as she skittered away from her potential lovers and across the light golden sky. Gone was the pale hue of her hide, and her earlier shy coyness. Opheriath was anything but reserved now, glorying in the burst of strength and fire that always came with the flight. She felt young and fearless and more powerful than any queen – she was the sun itself, rising.

To the dragons that came on behind her she gave cursory glances, delighted both with the turnout and the blandishments they offered. A soft touch of her mind, a gentle caress, was extended to each fleetingly, playfully. At this point she thought of neither male above the other, though that would change as the flight progressed and she bore out their individual mettles. But it had been sweet to be spoken to and courted, and for that she lingered a brief moment longer on the two browns who had addressed her in mindspeech.

The third brown who had launched early from the weyr with the trio of blues snorted at his newfound competition in Pharoth and Loyoth. Not to be outdone, brown Torrath raised his head to the flashing green above, his wings pushing furiously as he sought to take the head of the pack. He swerved sideways suddenly, to sort the pack and to make it hard for those trying to pass him in the group.

Snorting air with a particularly sharp effort, the green twisted hard to one side, a fast swerving turn worthy of the most agile of dragons, taking her flight away from the weyr and over the surrounding countryside. Sunlight caught the elegant lines of her dainty frame, highlighting the seafoam sheen of her hide and the leaf patterns around her eyes. Here there were mostly plains and few inhabitations, and the green allowed her desire to echo freely over the males behind her. Here too, in the wild open country, Opheriath would weed out the males unworthy of claiming her.

C’cao, half-seeing the world through flashing purple eyes and a dizzy whirling of wind, blinked as he smiled meaninglessly to the few men who had spoken. His self-possession was all but gone, lost in the wonder of his green’s burning desire, but he had enough in himself still to say something.

“Me too.”

It was all he could manage before a sudden change of Opheriath’s flight direction made him gasp with exertion. The world spun dizzyingly around him; he found himself staring out at a vast expense beyond Telgar Weyr, open and wild country. With a wry smirk that was hardly like the C’cao anyone knew, he settled into the rhythematic flight, heart pumping in his chest just as it pulsed in Opheriath’s.

[dragon]

Pharoth regarded no other dragon but the green he had eyes for. His sole focus was on Opheriath. However, he did make it a point to go faster. No use in agility, atleast not now. Pharoth was one of the biggest, bulkiest browns in the weyr. It'd not be as easy for him to pull of such agile moves as perhaps the blues of his kind. Instead, he'd come at her straightforward and with as much speed and endurance as he could muster.

Finding himself in the countryside, with little population at all and most of it being fields, Pharoth made it a point to ever increase his speed continually until he was at his top. It wouldn't take long for him to be at his fastest, but he would do so subtly. Continue on, Lady Operiath. I will chase you to the ends of this world and beyond if need be. There was no harm in romancing while pursuing her. Atleast Pharoth didn't see the harm in it. Sweet words he could speak, they were found easily. Pharoth was making it a point to use all that he had in this flight and even the tone of his mindvoice, as polite yet powerful as it was, would imply that she was the sole focus of his attention.

D'ray, unwilling to participate in some of the chatter amongst the other dragonriders, simply sat slightly away from the others. It was so unlike him to do such a thing. Yet it was best. This was for Pharoth and D'ray wouldn't get distracted for his bonded. No, it was best to sit back and let him take control. But how many flights? How many flights had they lost together? Quite a few. Pharoth caught the occassional green, especially since they seemed to rise almost all the time, but for the most part the brown's record saw him lose more flights than win. It was fine either way, really. Pharoth barely moped over these things. However, D'ray couldn't help but notice this time his brown was especially mindful of the green dragon he was chasing. D'ray couldn't help but smirk and shake his head at his dragon. He was such a silly thing sometimes. D'ray took in a breath, leaned back against the wall, relaxed, and closed his eyes.

[Alsivor]

Open country. Open sky. All the better to show off in and /really/ build up speed. Serienth chased often and often chased well and he liked it most when the ladies chose to head out this way, the landscape spreading out far and wide and open on all sides. Nothing to hold them back with, just dragons and air and today the sun starting to gain strength as Rukbat rose higher and the warmth of its rays cut through even the incipient winter chill.

Just lookit you go,[/color] he told Opheriath with brazen charm. You're gonna outrun us all and make us work for you. And you've picked the best place to do it. His thoughts flashed forward, warmed with his own pleasure about the directon she'd taken out of the Weyr and the sensorial delight of wind rushing along hide of how things were falling out. Him, swooping upward, taking a high position in the pack, wings beating fast, straining for all-important speed, blood rushing in veins. All of it for /her/.

Y'vor, paused, one hand against the wall, disoriented for a moment as he felt that momentary sensation of arms and hands merging with wings, then he was himself again and walking at a slow amble into C'cao's weyr. He gave the greenrider a sunny smile, only the beginnings of flight-lust haze creeping across blue eyes. "Morning C'cao," he greeted the other man in friendly fashion, "some wakeup call, eh?" The brownrider cast about for a piece of wall to fetch up against and politely belted his robe closed over his floppy pajama bottoms.

[Invisible]

R’thos’ comment made K’tel laughed. “I hear your aim ain’t what it could be,” he told his wingmate before turning his attention to the others present. If Mallarth wanted to win he’d have no trouble at all he thought with his customary pride. He lounged against the wall not bothering to say much else to anyone. There was no sense talking at these things he figured. Everyone knew why they were there and what the outcome would be. He didn’t want to talk to C’cao.

In the sky Mallarth had no desire to talk as well for much the same reasons. Talking distracted and kept the blue from focusing on what it was he was here to do. Let the browns and blues think they might win. Let them try to cajole the green with words. Words did not win flights, flying did. He didn’t even notice where she flew. Just that she flew and he chased.

[Slim]

It took Loyoth a half-second to realize that he had Opheriath's attention, that fleeting thought that caressed him, but he quickly flung his consciousness back into hers. Alas, he was not one of the romancers that Opheriath so appreciated. Loyoth's thoughts were only full of the ways he would catch her, an endlessly reiterated vision of the fate that lay ahead when he snatched her out of the sky - by dropping from above, by swinging in from the side, by appearing below unexpectedly when she dove. It hardly mattered where she went or what she tried, for Loyoth would get her in the end.

As the green moved on to toy with her other suitors, Loyoth let his visions of catching her fade to concentrate on the here and now. On the swift turn, the thin, fresh air of the open country, the heft of his wings as he strove to get above the pack, so that he'd have the break on them if need be. His mind fell open to his rider, sweeping R'thos into the joy and lust of flight.

The bluerider's eyes glittered darkly. He was not completely subsumed by his dragon's lust, but it rushed over his thoughts and colored his emotions. "I never heard a complaint," he said, grinning at K'tel. With Loyoth's feelings infusing it, that grin seemed unnecessarily sharp. "Maybe you heard it from somebody I declined to ... hit?" His eyes flicked over the other riders challenging for C'cao, daring them to meet his bawdy comment.

[neopanther]

Ot'sil grumbled as he heard Insineth croon softly to her, the rider felt the touches of Opheriath's mind almost as clearly as his blue bonded. Insineth flew comfortable in the middle of the pack. He growled and roared as the brown cut across him, The blue wheeled in the sky - a casual barrel roll, twirling in place, he had an abundance of energy, and though he knew he would need every ounce of it for her rising, he felt he still had enough to show off. but just at he did so, Opheriath took a sharp turn, leaving him streaming away from the pack. In a swift move, the blue folded his wings, turned himself as he began to descend, before opening his wings once more, he was lower than the rest of them, but he was again back on the same track and with little speed or distance lost. The effort it took to do this was compensated for slightly by the fact he was lucky enough to catch an updraft as to bring himself on near enough the sam level as the others, not at the mercy of their claws. He now sat on the outskirts of them. to the left, Opheriath a green crystal before him, he caught but glimpses of her as she taunted them all. He too chose not to speak with her, he did not need words - other than the fact his dragon lust was beginning to make things incomprehensible. Let alone to speak properly, no, he would fly smooth and swift, and get her attentions with honesty of the body, not the words of the mind.
Ot'sil looked at the two opposite him, joking and taunting one another about how the other was not proficient in one way or another. He knew neither man well - but he could not help sharing the amusement. He smirked over at the two men, hoping that he wouldn't be received to aggressively.