Catch a Falling Star - NPC Flitt Flight

[stolenhart]

This is an NPC flitt flight, meaning you don't have to have an approved character with a Flitt to take part in this flight. It is a Gold Flight and we will be having a gold egg in the clutch, depending on who catches the Gold


Nirti had been lounging in a sunny spot on the dining cavern floor all day. The particular area was a favorite to flitts because of the warm spots and low traffic that came through there. Because it was so close to the outside, there were few tables which meant the flitts could gather here to their hearts content, until they got loud. In which case they were usually chased away.

It happened around noon, Nirti was simply laying there and though none of the humans noticed, certainly not the Weyrleader and his new candidate, she was turning a more metallic shade of gold with each passing moment. It wasn't until a pan was dropped, startling her into wakefulness, did anyone look her way. She leapt off the floor with a maddening squeak, sending out lustful emotions every which way she could. The humans with partners, sought them out using the excuse of her flight to have a little fun, those without simply found other ways to deal with the lustful emotions coming their way.

With no need to blood, Nirti shot outside, hoping to lose any suitors in the nearby trees and brush of a Southern forest. Her golden hide made her stand out among the green and black forest and it was just that much easier for her suitors to follow after. Still she would lead them a long and merry chase, Nirti was known for that kind of thing after all. And her clutches always produced the more intelligent flitts.

[shouriko]

The wild brown was content on his branch in the sun. It was quiet, his belly was full, and the sun shone brilliantly on his perch. He would have been liable to be there all day soaking in the heat and digesting his meal had the lustfilled gold not shot through the lush green leaves of the forest. The brown was up immediately and though it took him a moment to gain his bearings, it did not take him very long to give chase. He used the emotion like a scent trail and followed it until at long last he caught site of her. She was glowing marvelously bright and beckoned to him and all the other males she could find. This calling out of suitors made her all the more precious and desirable to the brown. To have something none of the others could, even for the moment of a breath, was a wonderful thing indeed. Now all he had to do to have her was to catch her!

[fauxfox]

Admittedly, if anyone had asked him how he intended to spend the day then sunbathing would have been his foremost, fervent answer. As of three days ago the little bronze almost-dragon had found the most perfect sunning spot in all of Pern, out on a jutting ridge just a yard stick or so above a kitchen window, where the scent of newly baked meatrolls tickled his nose as the powerful Southern sun did his skin. Better, the cook would frequently place trays of the delectable pastries out on the windowsill to cool, and if an innocent Weyrbrat got the blame for his quick thinking and quicker claws, well, they probably deserved it. But above all else, the firelizard prized his new hideaway for the fact that his young keeper had not yet found it. For so long as he remained undiscovered (which he planned to until the cooks caught on to his thieving ways), the bronze was blissfully free of ribbons and eye-black and doll clothes.

Nobody had told his obnoxious little weyrbrat that her darling ‘lizard was male. Or at least, nobody had possessed the energy to argue the point with her when she decided that, bronze or not, Emily was going to be the little Queen she’d always wanted. It was little wonder that the bronze rarely dared stray beyond the limits of Southern Weyr; it was bad enough that the weyr flock jeered and bullied, but their wilder cousins were nothing short of threadfall to Emily’s already frayed and tattered ego. Besides, pink clashed horribly with his fine, copper tinged hide. Any half-blind dimglow could see that.

Emily was in the midst of worrying at the knot tying the latest flora-scented, rosy bow to his neck when the shriek of a startled gold came from below, shortly followed by a vaguely familiar metallic arrow winging powerfully from the kitchen window. And chasing her heels, a wave of lust that managed to kindle even Southern’s most emasculated ‘lizard’s passion. Fumbling one last time with the ribbon Emily clawed his way into the air, floundering in his haste for the second before wind caught his wing sails and he surged upwards. Nirti was a dazzling blip against the skyscape, until abruptly the queen disappeared, swallowed by greenery. Squawking his dismay the bronze upped his pace, paying no heed to the limits of the Weyr for once in his young life as the scent of the rising queen tugged mercilessly at his gut, he the fish to her hook and line. Losing himself in the greenery of the forest Emily soon identified her glowing hide from their verdant surroundings, and with a yearning call pledged himself to the chase – pink bow and all.

[Femisis]

While most other ‘lizards might be out sunning themselves or preening, Spoink was in a much different, though no less desirable position. At the moment, a few of the weyrbrats were bouncing the pudgy little bronze off a table, watching him bounce off the table and into the hands of the others. It was the strangest sight, watching a firelizard bounce off a table, but he rather seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. He liked the attention he was being given (the occasional treat was an added bonus.), thus his role as a play toy was established.

Spoink let out a disappointed little huff as the children were called off to do their chores, leaving the little flitter alone to go bask in the sun, or he would have if there hadn’t been a loud squeak coming from the outside direction. Lifting his head, the Bronze cocked it curiously, waddling a bit to the edge of the table to see what it was. Upon sighting the Queen, he crowed in delight and unfurled his wings before rocketing off after her. Despite his pudgy body, his wings had developed to carry that extra weight, leaving him no weaker or stronger than any other flit, just… fatter. And cuter. He crooned a little song after Nirti as he followed her, hoping to snare her for his own. That would show them that he wasn’t just a toy after all!

[stolenhart]

The wild brown was certainly an interesting choice, the little gold considered him in her mad dash through the trees. She always escaped to the forest because the wild flitts were often more interesting than the tame ones, they were so rugged, so handsome, and so determined. But Emily, with his little pink bow, was a dear really, allowing his pet to dress him like a toy. And let's not forget Spoink, the fat little cutie pie who could be counted on for a laugh. Maybe this time she would go tame.

With a haughty screech she darted out from under the cover of the trees, zooming into the bright blue sky above. She turned in the air, watching her pack of combatants come. Unlike her cousins she could not fly all day and all night, she was already nearing the end of her endurance but that didn't mean she had to give in gracefully. With a flip of her tail she was off again, this time diving back towards the Weyr and home.

[shouriko]

The brown was neither surprised nor concerned to find that he was not the only one who had caught sight of the gold and felt her lust. He was not even astonished when there were firelizards from the Weyr among the chasers. He thought it amusing and shameful that they were so very tame though. Ribbons and fat, rotund bellies were not very attractive and humans were as dangerous as they were caring.

It was made him hesitate just a little when Nirti turned and began to take a heading in the direction of the Weyr. He snorted his disapproval, but he would not let that keep him from chasing her. So long as none of the humans tried to bait him, he'd happily pursue Nirti. He banked left and flew to the right of the gold, bearing down on her. Being wild as he was he would have nature on his side.

[fauxfox]

Even if he was outside what normally qualified as his comfort zone, the undiluted smell of wilderness was a thrill and a stimulant to the tiny part of his psyche that wasn’t just a dragon-shaped dress up doll for his little mistress. With wind under his wings and longing in his belly Emily felt rejuvenated. He didn’t even mind the sound of rustling in his ears as the air current caught his bow, or the way the wild brown ignored him like he wasn’t even worth the dirt under his talons. In the end it was her choice, always her choice, and oh what a merry chase she led them in efforts to find the one that deserved it.

Their Queen veered abruptly in the direction of the Weyr and her suitors banked to follow, loyal disciples to the glowing promise that she offered. Emily had no complaints; better territory that he was familiar with, wind patterns and thermals that he understood and surfed every day, than the wilderness that he was unfamiliar with. Inspired by the possible advantage the little bronze pushed onwards and, seeing the persistent brown pull to the gold’s side, forced energy through the thrumming veins of his wings to gain some altitude over Nirti. A yearning croon started deep in his chest, erupting from his throat and lips with an ardour that surprised himself as he doggedly strived to close the distance, to make that golden lure his own.

[Femisis]

Now, Spoink wasn’t the smartest bulb in the box, but he knew he had some decent competition. The wild Brown might seem an exotic choice and the other Bronze… well, maybe he wasn’t competition. He was covered in BOWS. That made him the obvious choice. He wasn’t fat, just pleasantly plump. Besides, he was working hard for the pretty Gold! She should want him, not them!

Crooning a song to her, he followed with rapid flapping of his wings, soaring after her. While his wings were strong, his bulk left him less than maneuverable, so if Nirti made a sharp turn or some tricky maneuver he’d be left in the dust, fighting to catch up. As it were, she only turned back toward the Weyr, a familiar place… with food… Oh, he was so hungry! Maybe he’d go get a snack… no! He had to catch the pretty gold one first! Then food.

[stolenhart]

She found herself surrounded on all sides by flitts, males of every hue and size. It was almost enough to turn her pretty head. She tried to warn them off as they swarmed closer and closer to her, sensing the end of her flight. She couldn't outrun them all, or outfight them. And she was too tired to try either option. But she could choose her mate, and now while it was still her decision. She chirped for her suitor and then turned to him, claws tangling in bows of all things as she twined her neck with his and allowed him to become the father of her babies.