Post by Selvagem on Oct 1, 2008 15:34:16 GMT -8
Pale green wings, glowing fit to burst, flashed down and up again as Opheriath led the flight on - out and away into the wilderness her rider so loved to make music upon. She both saw and felt the words they offered her, the wondrous images, the laid-out visions of splendor and intensity. Her tongue flicked out as if she might taste them, but still she led the pack on.
She was beginning to consider each male, her thoughts powerful with emotion as she swept first one, then the other, up into her mind and held him there - for a steady minute the only sight in her eyes. Pharoth, strong and enduring, the biggest male of the pack. Loyoth, full of vision and wondrous thoughts. Serienth, with his brash, bold talk that was sweet in its own way. Mallarth, a determined blue who would speak through his actions rather than words. Insineth, young and vibrant and fiercely agile. And Torrath, who was strong and steadfast though he had yet to make much of an impression. Whether the male she thought of felt anything at all during her contemplation was questionable, of course: but mute Opheriath’s thoughts were powerful by nature, and in her heat she paid little heed to hiding them. Her flight line swung first one way, then the other as she thought on her choices, her sleek wings flashing whenever they caught the sun. Oh, they were all such worthy lovers in their own way! She sorrowed that she could only take one of them at the end.
She drove down suddenly with both wings, and like a green arrow shot straight for the invisible stars in the light blue sky. Energy pulsed through every fibre of her body, coursed through her veins and sinews like liquid fire. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her rushing blood and the wind gushing past her in a roar. Like a siren-call, her mind snapped into the thoughts of the males after her: beckoning, teasing, coy.
Follow me…if you dare.
Torrath rumbled at her challenge. With a mighty sweep of wings, the heavy-built brown rose through the pack, his mind-voice harsh with desire as he hissed anger at the males surrounding him.
Outta’ my way!
He barged right past Loyoth, Pharoth and Serienth, not caring if he touched or struck them as he soared rapidly after the fleeting green, fast becoming a speck in the sky above. He was a big brown himself, not as big as Pharoth perhaps, but large enough to pull weight on most of the smaller dragons, which he never hesitated to do, whether or not he was pursuing a green. All was fair in love and war, and Torrath had never been a dragon who cared overmuch for others . Unless, of course, they got in the way of what he wanted.
Back in the weyr, C’cao began to hum, softly, as his green sang through her mind to the wind caressing her pale green hide. He opened his eyes once, leaning sideways as she slanted her flight, and smirked at Y’vor who had just come in.
“Morning.”
The words were a strain to utter – the rushing air was too lovely a lure to resist. He closed his eyes again just as Torrath’s rider stumbled in, already full of flight-lust. Chancing an aggressive stare at the other riders in the weyr (what a bunch of meddlers!), the middle-aged brownrider found a corner near C’cao’s bed and settled in to await the outcome of the flight.
She was beginning to consider each male, her thoughts powerful with emotion as she swept first one, then the other, up into her mind and held him there - for a steady minute the only sight in her eyes. Pharoth, strong and enduring, the biggest male of the pack. Loyoth, full of vision and wondrous thoughts. Serienth, with his brash, bold talk that was sweet in its own way. Mallarth, a determined blue who would speak through his actions rather than words. Insineth, young and vibrant and fiercely agile. And Torrath, who was strong and steadfast though he had yet to make much of an impression. Whether the male she thought of felt anything at all during her contemplation was questionable, of course: but mute Opheriath’s thoughts were powerful by nature, and in her heat she paid little heed to hiding them. Her flight line swung first one way, then the other as she thought on her choices, her sleek wings flashing whenever they caught the sun. Oh, they were all such worthy lovers in their own way! She sorrowed that she could only take one of them at the end.
She drove down suddenly with both wings, and like a green arrow shot straight for the invisible stars in the light blue sky. Energy pulsed through every fibre of her body, coursed through her veins and sinews like liquid fire. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her rushing blood and the wind gushing past her in a roar. Like a siren-call, her mind snapped into the thoughts of the males after her: beckoning, teasing, coy.
Follow me…if you dare.
Torrath rumbled at her challenge. With a mighty sweep of wings, the heavy-built brown rose through the pack, his mind-voice harsh with desire as he hissed anger at the males surrounding him.
Outta’ my way!
He barged right past Loyoth, Pharoth and Serienth, not caring if he touched or struck them as he soared rapidly after the fleeting green, fast becoming a speck in the sky above. He was a big brown himself, not as big as Pharoth perhaps, but large enough to pull weight on most of the smaller dragons, which he never hesitated to do, whether or not he was pursuing a green. All was fair in love and war, and Torrath had never been a dragon who cared overmuch for others . Unless, of course, they got in the way of what he wanted.
Back in the weyr, C’cao began to hum, softly, as his green sang through her mind to the wind caressing her pale green hide. He opened his eyes once, leaning sideways as she slanted her flight, and smirked at Y’vor who had just come in.
“Morning.”
The words were a strain to utter – the rushing air was too lovely a lure to resist. He closed his eyes again just as Torrath’s rider stumbled in, already full of flight-lust. Chancing an aggressive stare at the other riders in the weyr (what a bunch of meddlers!), the middle-aged brownrider found a corner near C’cao’s bed and settled in to await the outcome of the flight.
