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Post by Femisis on Apr 7, 2009 20:22:20 GMT -6
Six days. It had been six, long, lonely days since the love map had appeared on the wall of the lower caverns and R'nor hadn't left his weyr since. Sure, he'd been calm and collected at the time, but the second he was away in the privacy of his own room he lost it. In general, R'nor wasn't very expressive, but such an embarassment had crushed him. How could he look T'rel in the face again? Would Vijaith ever chase Meryl after that? He'd cried for hours, face pressed against Meryl's side as the Green tried to console him. She let him cry, let it all out in peace. She hadn't even bothered him for the next day, but now things were getting ridiculous. Hers had barely eaten in the last sevenday, and he couldn't mope forever. He didn't even know what T'rel though!
Mine, this is enough![/i] The Green snapped as she nudged Hers quite painfully in the side before stalking off. You've been asleep for days! Wake up and do something! Please? She added with a bit of tenderness at the end. She really couldn't be angry with Hers. He was hurting, after all, even if he was taking it to extremes...
R'nor didn't reply, his head still stuffed under the covers as he let the warm darkness wash over him. She had a point. He really was taking this too far. It may have been embarassing, but it wasn't the end of the world, right? There were still other dragons in the Weyr and he still had Meryl. "Alright... what do you want me to do?" A pause. "Meryl?" Flinging the skins from his body, he sat bolt upright. "Faranth..."
Meryl bugled as she spread her wings to take off, her eyes not the gentle blue-green, but a fierce whirling purple. She leapt into the air more gracefully than usual as she soared into the Northern Skies, calling for all those that would chase her.
Sighing, R'nor stood up and went over to the door, locking it as firmly as he could before sitting back on the bed. If the winner wanted him badly enough, he'd break the door, but otherwise no one was getting in.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 8, 2009 16:28:22 GMT -6
A hand was running through his hair, what a lovely feeling, and he smiled in his sleep. "If the smile got larger you'd be purring J'ier", the gentle voice of a Weyrharper was like music to his ears. "Keep up what you are doing love and I'll do more than purr", he replied opening one hazel colored eye to look at the lover. "I just bet you will", his bedmate leered at him before leaning forward to kiss the rider. J'ier rolled over onto his back pulling the handsome man of a harper into his arms. Are you biiiiiizy?, Laiganth's cheerful voice cut through J'ier's passionate mind. The rider flopped back onto the bed as his lover's hand caressed his chest. Not at the moment but I will be soon. The dragon gave a mental snort of indignition, What happened to love them and leave them? I need a bath and I am ooooooo, the dragon replied.
J'ier sat up in bed, the blanket falling about his waist. His lover cuddled around behind him, nibbling on the rider's shoulder. What is it now?, the bluerider asked as hands ran up and down his muscled body hoping to entice him to further bedsport. Meryldeth is rising mine. I go to chase. That was it, no fanfare, no by your leave, just an I go to chase. J'ier turned to the Harper in the bed who frowned at him so cutely. "A green is rising. Laiganth has gone to chase", he kissed the man. The Harper opened his mouth to say something but J'ier was already in his breeches, boots and shirt in his hand and opening the door. "Thanks for the tumble", and he left, the cad.
He knew where R'nor's weyr was located so he made short work of climbing up to the levels to R'nor's closed door. He knocked and when no answer was forthcoming he tried the door and found it locked. He tilted his head, eyes thoughtful, "Well that is hardly sporting love", he said to himself then walked down the hall to the next weyr. Thankfully it was empty and he want to the cliff face opening. "Ah ha, it appears to be my lucky day", he laughed softly, leaping the few feet from one ledge to Meryldeth's ledge with ease, even though he was hundreds of feet up in the air.
He paused just inside the weyr to gain his composure since Laiganth was slowly taking charge of their minds. That just wouldn't do at all. Where was the handsome R'nor? J'ier wanted him all to himself before company arrived. He all but danced into the weyr and saw the man in question sitting on the bed. "R'nor love, is the locked door to ward our privacy?", he asked, approaching the bed. Though he hadn't ever slept the greenrider, he'd tried very hard. Maybe it was his lucky day.
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 8, 2009 16:41:01 GMT -6
Green flights would eventually be the death of T'rel, but, as always, he was the last to know when they were about to begin. Closeted away in a very rear records room of the Weyr, looking over some VERY old clutch records as an excuse to avoid Ilayria, something he'd been doing off-and-on since the appearance of the graffiti on the wall, he didn't even notice what was happening until, quite suddenly, Vijaith's voice purred through his mind, even as he bugled brightly to the lovely green.
:Meryldeth flies. I chase,:[/color] he notified T'rel, and before the rider could even lift his head to object, the dragon was in the sky. The blue who pursued her would be faster, by far, and he knew it, which put him at a disadvantage, but it would hardly be the first time he'd overcome odds stacked against him in a flight. Green flights were more fun, anyway.
'Shaffit, dragon, why can't you EVER sit one out?' T'rel cursed, lurching to his feet. 'Isn't this SORT OF a bad time? What about Htattath?' Vijaith, however, wasn't even listening.
Cursing fluidly, T'rel hastened out of the records room and through the Weyr, trying to ignore the hum of flightlust in the back of his mind. Meryldeth, Meryldeth... hadn't Vi caught her once before? ...Oh, right, R'nor's green. He remembered, faintly, and with feet that had been learning the ins and outs of the Weyr for eleven years, he was not terribly long to the door, still mentally cursing Vijaith, who cheerfully ignored him. Finding the door locked, however, he turned and leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes. Shaffitall. He hoped the blue won this one. One more romantic tangle was all he needed.
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Post by Femisis on Apr 9, 2009 18:26:06 GMT -6
At the sound of a voice coming, not from the door, but from Meryl's ledge, R'nor could have strangled the other man. Didn't he understand what a locked door meant? "It's locked to protect me from you." He grumbled as he pulled his knees up to his chest. He was pressed into the corner where his cot met the walls, eyes glazed slightly as he felt Meryl's mind connect more and more with his. Well, shardit, this was just wonderful. He'd never had the misfortune to be bedded by J'ier, but this might just be the unlucky first time. The man didn't even have the decency to stay with a bedmate for more than one night, something that R'nor hated about Meryl's flights. It was all good for her, not that he would ever begrudge her of that, but he never got more than a one night stand with his supposed Weyrmate missing the next day. So much for the hope of a permnant Weyrmate...
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Meryl winged around slowly to examine her suitors, frowning when she found only two, Bronze Vijaith and Blue Laiganth. She knew Hers was pining after Vijaith's rider and detested Laiganth's, but this was her decision, not his. She'd always taken care of R'nor in the past and wouldn't fail to do so now.
Flipping head over tail to turn around, Meryl made a sharp ascent into the sky, bugling her challenge to the two that followed. She knew that the Flight wouldn't be long, but she was going to make them work for it. She wasn't easy to please, so it was going to take more than a few pretty complements to win her.
Checking over her shoulder once more, she folded her wings and almost literally dropped out of the sky, falling, falling, falling, until she snapped her wings open at the last moment, barrel rolling to skim just above the ground.
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Post by stolenhart on Apr 9, 2009 21:50:37 GMT -6
J'ier frowned, a line forming down his forehead, handsome face creasing. "Protect you from me? I have done nothing to you", the unspoken yet echoed across the silence for a moment as J'ier bounded up to the cot and sat at the foot of it. He didn't have long to remain cognizant, Laiganth was about to swamp him anyway, so he had to make use of all his remaining brain functions. "Would you like me to? I can be quite persuasive when I need to be", he leaned forward and winked at the man.
J'ier was about as close to a prostitute as a man could get and not be called a prostitute. Why he had never ended up on green was a mystery his close friends would never solve but J'ier figured he was perfect blue material. All the fun without having a proddy dragon or responsibility to go with it. The fact that he had never settled down, never had a permanent weyrmate was due more to the fact he hadn't found a man who could keep up with him and provide him with what he was looking for.
Laiganth roared his approval of Meryldeth's glowing hide as she glanced his way. He knew he could outlast the wily green and outfly the stubborn bronze and he would. Laiganth never failed. He followed in the wake of the green's ascent, flying to the side so his reaction time would be a fraction quicker. She checked over the wrong shoulder of course but he could guess what was coming as she suddenly dropped. A fraction of a second later he dropped as well, zooming towards the ground and following in her wake. What excitement!
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Post by saidaltam on Apr 11, 2009 10:27:57 GMT -6
T'rel. Hated. Flights. Slumping down to the floor and rubbing his temples irritably, he tried very, very hard not to think about the dragons in the sky or the flightlust pressing against his mind and wiping away his sense of self under the heavy press of Vijaith.
Frankly, if he hadn't had so much practice ignoring it, it might have messed Vijaith up as he pursued. As it was, however, though it did impede him, it did not cause him any real problems. He knew how to ignore the faint wash of irritation that was T'rel.
Vi did, however, understand that he did not have the advantage of speed or dexterity over the blue, but he did have two advantages working for him: his patience and his size. Therefore, he utilized both, spiraling steadily upward until he was well above the rest of the flight, and waited for the inevitable dive. Seeing it, he felt a burble of amusement in his belly. Who would bother catching a green as she kissed the earth? No. She'd rise again, with that impossible grace, and the silly blue would be forced to backwing and chase her. When she neared the peak, that's when he would dive for her. He could wait.
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