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Last Post A Dalliance in Purple, Audrath's Flight
Tarra
Posted: May 17 2009, 03:55 PM


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Audrath

She was restless.

She had been on her toes the past few days with an odd malaise that usually left her uneasy and snappish. The feeling, she noted, intensified in the evenings and on bad days - days when she was forced to cope with incompetent daylights, bumbling humans or plain unsuccessful hunts. But it worsened daily to the point where even the movements of other creatures irked her. And the cave walls always seemed too small. To sleep was to be claustrophobic, and to move was a continuous agony of bumped tail or wingspars, sometimes sending her into a near-frenzy of annoyance at the lack of space. There were moments she stared at them with burning red eyes, wishing her talons had the substance to rip them apart, leaving her with only the open sky. But if the lower ranks of dragons were taking especial care to stay clear of her, she took no notice of them. She only knew she was ill at ease, unhappy.

She paused on the ledge of her cave now, overlooking the maze of tunnels and smaller caves that interlaced the hollow of the vast mountain. The day was young yet: Rukbat had barely reached the place of noon, but already the air was as warm as it would ever be in this season. Small snowflakes drifted down through the cavenous gap above, sprinkling the open space before her with a shower of soft drifting droplets. She lifted her muzzle to nose at them and distended her nostrils, getting a taste of the frigid air through her nose.

A cloud shifted, high above. Rukbat's light pierced the cover and stabbed down onto her head and neck. The sudden light highlighted the curls of purple racing down her neck in graceful swirls, bringing them out with a vibrant shimmer of color against the stark hues of winter brown and white. She slashed her head back, jaws parted and white teeth flashing into a snarl at the light's intrusion. All at once the unhappiness in her culminated to a scream of wild, raw impatience. The cry tore from her chest up through her larynx and ripped from her open jaws. Its echoes reveberated down the halls and walls of stone beneath her, turning heads and causing some dragons to flare their wings in shock. Behind Audrath's stunned acknowledgement at what she had just done, however, was realisation - she knew, all at once, what she wanted.
And she wanted it now.

Her wings snapped open. The irridescent flash of purples caught the growing sunlight and flung soft sheens of mauve shadow onto the ground. Pouncing to the edge of her cave, she extended her neck to its fullest reach as she called again: this time with a cry of longing. Of beckoning. Of challenge. Answering roars rang upwards from below, but Audrath paid them only the mildest hint of coyness. With a scream of defiance she threw herself straight upwards at Rukbat, wings arching to snatch the wind even as she rose through a shaft of golden light into the vast sky beyond the gaping mouth of the chasm. Her mindvoice reached back for the males just beginning to follow, teasing and defiant.

Let's see what you've got.
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M E L A N T H I O T H
    It didn't take a genius to know that a certain twilight was preparing to Fly. Which was a good thing, really. Not for Melanthioth, but for all those other pathetic males. Forget that they were all his sons in some fashion. In this case, they were enemies. All of them. And that made them all pathetic, because they were being compared to Melanthioth. And Melanthioth was the epitome of male perfection. There was no contest at all.

    At least in the twisted and blackened mind of the Night.

    His head lifted quickly as the roar sounded above, and slowly a long and lingering grin pulled back his lips to let the sharp points of his teeth glitter in the light. He patiently pulled himself to his feet and shook his wings out, just waiting for the race to start. His claws sank into the veined and scored stone of his ledge. And now ten new holes were being bored into it as his talons flexed in anticipation for the snowy run that was imminent. His eyes spared no time in flaring into dark maroon even before her second roar echoed through the mountain. He answered her beckon with a low amused growl and threw himself off his ledge. Stone was pulled from it and fell below with a clatter.

    He was fully aware of where she was headed. He was not a fool. But he just because she chose to use the largest exit did not mean that he had to follow her blindly. No. He never had any intention to do that. Without a faltering wingbeat, he arched up and sneaked his way through a long thin crack in the side of the mountain. He emerged from the cave with a roar and pulled himself by sheer force into the thin air. He circled the mountain like it was little more than a hill, raising higher all the time to catch up to the lady of the day. He didn't bother to keep his answer to her challenge private, and he felt no need to hide the confidence that dripped from his words before freezing in the cold bite of it.

    I've got the best. Look all you want.
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Posted: May 17 2009, 10:36 PM


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(If not ok, feel free to tell me and I'll drop him out. With any luck and spare time at all, this is Zraxinth's debut post!)

Ella was asleep. The Supernova needed not to move the tip of his tail to which the tiny child clung to know that, and even in the dark of their warm cave, where his bulk shielded his small charge from the tiny snowflakes that twinkled nearly as bright as he, the dragon could hear the slow quiet breathing of his bond. Ella was sleeping. Ella was safe.

The thought put the young male in a satisfied state, wings shifting quietly like the whisper of cloth rubbing against cloth as the long neck turned to peer out. If it did not become too overcold, he would take his little one to play in the snow just outside the high mountain walls. They would walk across the wide white playground, and the silver dragon could delight in the high pitch of her laughter... and it would be lovely. Lovely. He tugged his tail tip gently free from the small child's embrace, using the versatile limb to pass into her wanting arms the stuffed feline. His hide flickered with irritation as roars from below echoed around him, head turning so that one whirling eye might keep a watch from his place within. The fools were probably fighting below, egged on by Melanthioth or one of the others that loved violence so much. It wasn't until the shriek of the lady above and the flash first of purple, headed skyward, and then of black, moving sidelong to escape the weyr that the true cries of the weyr came to light.

One fluid movement was all it took, along with a comforting love to the little girl within his cave to keep her resting despite his absence, and like a drop of mercury, the quicksilver dragon was gone. Not out one of the side entrances, as the crafty and quicker Melanthioth had done... No, Zraxinth would follow the twilight dragoness on her terms and hers alone.

Let's see what you've got.

Adrenaline, like liquid fire, surged through the supernova, and he opened his wings wide to wing hard upward. Winter's air kept his muscles cool, and he kept a wing's distance from where Melanthioth flew, using the drafts to his advantage until he was within distance to pronounce his intention, the pinpoints of light from the golden star above shimmering him even brighter, a silver setting for the golden jewel. He ignored the black, refusing to focus his energy on his obvious distaste for the father of the Ferals. Where Melanthioth was ruthless, dark, prideful, and cruel, Zraxinth was quiet strength, brilliance, proud, and for the most part, forgiving. Once the dark competitor might have been everything Zraxinth had inspired to be. But Ella's love.... Darling, perfect Ella. She had been the catalyst to prove what life truly was about. And Melanthioth was just an aging reminder of what loneliness did to a dragon.

All of this flashed through the supernova in just the briefest touches of a moment, and he arched his body forward, heat whirling in the purple eyes.

You shall, most beautiful Audrath. For most of us know that words mean nothing.

It was a small, probably uncared for shot, but one that slid his point home. Enemies, indeed.
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Posted: May 23 2009, 01:41 AM


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Connath

The twilight's cry echoed far down the recesses of the hollow mountain, bouncing off walls and filltering into dark, unlit corners. Within the shadows of a cave set just above the paths where a human might walk from the weyrs to the candidate caverns, something stirred. Light flashed off a long tail, then caught on pale wingspars as the dawn rolled onto his feet. He rose, wings shuddering dust from their sails as he shook out his neck and took a stride forward.

Rainer, stay here. I will return soon.

He began to move, muscle sliding beneath the taunt hide of his lithe frame. Everyting halted again as a hand caught the waving tip of his tail. With a sigh the big dawn arched his head down, allowing his bonded the liberty of rubbing his forehead with a hand that hardly matched the size of one of his teeth.

Melanthioth is out there, the girl's calm brown eyes bore into him, Is it worth it?

Connath huffed, his breath stirring her hair, Childling, you already know my answer.

Yes, I do, the girl's lips, drawn with concern, crooked into a wry smile, Well, go get her. Stay safe.

A low rumble issued as the rose-hued male wheeled, slipping out the cave with his wings already spread. He braced, pounced skyward, and the broad sweep of his sails carried him away onto an updraft that would see his smaller frame dancing up the mountain within seconds. The sudden cold of the winter air stung for a moment, then receded as his muscles warmed with the continued exertion. Lip drawn back into a draconic grin, the pale-hued dragon kept himself well clear of both his opponents as he angled flight to follow the purple star above. His eyes whirled to match the color of her pelt.

Fly, Audrath - make this a Chase to remember.

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Audrath

The open sky met her with the soaring expance of blue and white-flecked cloud. It was a clear winter's day, a good day - but chillingly cold and framed by an ominious bank of cloud on the near horizon. Still the embrace of the open sky was a surging relief that sent joy rushing through her senses in a burst of glorious lust. The Rising twilight screamed her challenge a final time as the answering thoughts of at least three males entered her consciousness. She was making good speed, gaining height furiously on the energy flooding through her veins and limbs like liquid fire. She curved her neck around, bright violet eyes taking in the measure of her would-be suitors. Her eyes rolled from pale mauve into full purple as the full lust of Flight finally descended.

Well-said, all, desire had set her mindvoice alight with longing. They were right to say that words did not matter in a Flight; but for Audrath, being vocal was just part of everything and anything she did, But only one of you will follow-through on your fine words.

She continued to climb, her flicking tail and snapping wings daring them to follow her even higher. The flashing sun wheeled above them as little flicks of cloud swerved by below. The mountain of the ferals dwindled behind, and was hidden as a ridge came between them. The twilight's climb took her into the thin upper winds of the atmosphere, her powerful wings holding steady against their bracing strength even as they tore away any other call she might have made. These upper-altitude winds were strong at any time of year, of course - but they were always strongest in winter. And woe betide the one who flew recklessly into them! Many were the dragons who had been flung away like mere leaves for such carelessness, crushed on rocks or impaled on cliffs when they lost control. It was a dangerous line to take - it would take courage to follow.

Think you males can keep up? she teased, mindvoice shrill as the snapping wind of a microburst, the sort htat came before a storm. She did not expect any of her suitors to be bothered by such a small thing. Melanthioth, largest and most powerful amongst them, was their own forefather. Zraxinth was young and fearless, his size and rank second only to the mighty night dragons. Only the little dawn dragon, perhaps had reason to fear. He was large for a dawn, as large as her, but he had not the advantage of her feminine Flightlust. With every beat of her heart she felt the pump of blood that rushed through her; every breath was a tide of exultation. She snorted - he was a fool to have come after her, let him fall apart and fall out before he pushed too far and was torn apart by his rivals.

Yet no matter their rank and power, it was she would choose in the end; she who would decide. The thought filled her with wild laughter though the wind tore away any call she might have made.

Do not disappoint me.

Her breath streamed out along her neck and flanks as she wheeled suddenly to fly straight into the freezing upper-altitude wind - a single twilight streamlining into the cut of a vicious gale. The strength of it tore at her, buffeting and slapping her muzzle and neck with angry force. It was a wind to sap the stamina of her suitors, draining them with its exertion. Far ahead yet, the huge bank of storm clouds loomed in the gap between two massive ridges.

Come, her mindvoice reached out, suave and teasing. Let them see how long they might follow!

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M E L A N T H I O T H
    Wide shadowed wings swept high and pushed back against the pull of gravity in a strong, steady rhythm that had the night raising up after Audrath at the same pace that she used to continue into the sky. The harsh winter air met him head on, determined to cast him from the running, but he only grinned at its pathetic efforts. It would have to try a lot harder than that to push such a large, strong dragon from the skies. It could yell and shove all it wanted; Melanthioth would not be moved until he wished to move. This was just how things always were. Nothing moved Melanthioth before he was good and well ready to move. This applied to winds as much as dragons.

    As competitors - sad, small little dragon boys barely worth the name - came up next to him, they were met only with dismissive snorts of amusement from the Night. He'd faced Supernovas before. They were the most often seen competition for his lunars and Idraveth. They were less ridiculous than the little nebulas, but still nothing compared to him. And a dawn in the race. Just laughable! Puny little pink dragon. He was a joke! And besides their obvious lacking, he also knew both of them to cater to some little humans. Weak, domestic dragons. No better than the Weyr dragons. There was no way Audrath would choose either of them. With a start he was brought back to the race, looking ahead to the twilight calling back to him.

    Of course.

    With the sickly, self-confident grin fixed back on his face, the Night forgot the following males and pushed himself forward, after the twilight. Before she suddenly veered off course. He pulled up and twisted himself around, loosing time and distance as he fought to correct course. Leave it to the wily twilight to use his one weakness against him. Small dragons were better at those sharp turns. But he could tear them to pieces. So it balanced out. With a roar in anger at his clumsiness at turning, Melanthioth at last found his heading and dove after Audrath. And once more the wide, tooth-tipped smile pulled back his lips. Perfect. She flew them for the storm. The winds in their could have their way with the smaller dragons, but he would not be moved by them. His victory was assured. As it should be. Audrath knew who was the best of her chasers.
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It came when Audrath looked back to face them all, when the soft purple turned into a brilliant violet to rival the spring flowers. The fire hit him, turning pride to dissent and mere disagreement to rage. The twilight he had no use for. But Melanthioth... the stick of self satisfaction around him was like a thick cloud, and the supernova could almost hear the night's thoughts. Melanthioth though the world of himself. But he would not use his smugness to take a beauty such as Audrath's without earning it.

The quicksilver color of Zraxinth's hide reflected the dimming light, rippled mirrors of the dark clouds they raced for. He steeled himself, white teeth bared as the winds picked up around them, his own eyes so dark a purple that they threatened blackness. He was not that much smaller than Melanthioth, and the night may think he had a sure thing in all this, but Zraxinth would offer this beauty a choice! Opening his wings wide, the silver streak tensed against the building pressure of the storm ahead. Reaching out with his mind, and holding his body aloft to begin to deal with the storm's punishing gusts, he hissed.

I will offer no less than my life for you, beautiful Audrath. And if the storm does not take me, I pray that you do.
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Audrath

The twilight glanced back once, then twice, at her chasers as she made her way like a burning purple streak into the wind, her swinging tail twitching with coy playfulness even as it swung to keep her balance in the face of the wind. Amusement coloured her mind as Melanthioth's bellow of rage came to her, just audible above the roar of air all around them. So, the great night dragon had a weakness? Well, that was no secret: all big dragons faced the same difficulties. Audrath just loved rubbing it into their muzzles when she could. Zraxinth's mindvoice was the next thing to reach her, and with a loving curl of thoughts she enclosed him briefly within her mind, considering him like a light mental touch. He was so fierce, so brilliant in his hatred of the older night dragon, Audrath could almost drown in the strength of his anger.

A smaller, quieter mindvoice entered her thoughts just then, breaking them. The voice of the last of her chasers: the dawn dragon Connath.

I will follow you wherever you go.

Audrath snorted, bright violet eyes whirling with violence as she veered into a side-stream of broiling air - one caught by the whirling eddies of the storm into a miniature column of spiralling wind. She pulled out of the sucking vortex with a massive effort of wings, and shot back a retort at her suitors in general.

Think you can keep up, all of you? We will see.

Yet they seemed to be making good speed against the stiff resistance of the air, even the small dawn dragon now lagging behind the rest - an admirable feat in the worsening weather. The relentless wind continued to bear down on them all, a wailing gale that grew in strength even as the dark mass of the storm loomed ahead. Audrath swept upwards with broad wings, then wheeled again suddenly to the left and cut across the gashing wind as she flew parallel with the forbidding cloudbanks on her right. Lightning flashed across their ragged surface, turning black-gray hues into brief slivers of palest cream, near-white in some places. They were very close to the storm now, and every sweep of wings brought them nearer as the wind blew the towering behemoth towards them. Audrath could have screamed for joy at the sense of danger tingling in every arch of her wingspars, every curve of her talons. She chose, instead, to throw back a challenge at her pursuers.

Think you to match this?

She veered away, rightwards, to disappear into the midst of the broiling storm. Wind caught at the tips of her wings, sucked at her belly, dragged her groundwards with a downdraft into a wild rush of air slicing across her cheek and flanks like knives. Cupping her wings against it, she released herself to the storm's fury. Savage joy rushed through her in a thrill as she fell from the sky, angling with the spars of her wings for a shallow angle in the racing wind.

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Connath

Connath followed the chase with the dogged patience of a hound on the scent, his smaller wings pale against the darkening sky and the bright arch of the supernova ahead of him. She was all he saw in the growing wind however, though the gale smashed into his head as he flew into it and threatened to fling him right from the sky into the cliffs below. Refusing to be thawted, the small dawn dragon did the one thing he could do: he slipped into a position behind Melanthioth, taking advantage of the night dragon's slip as the angry male recovered from Audrath's twisting turn. The big dragon's flightpath broke the wind even as he sailed through it - and by keeping a safe distance behind him, Connath could keep his momentum even within the tearing force of the winds. His purple-whirling eyes kept their focus on the flashing twilight gleam in front of them, and his steady wings held the beat of the driving speed they made towards the storm.

How often had he contemplated this? Dreamed of chasing a dream he knew was beyond him? He had loved her as long as he could remember: a bittersweet love, tinged by the knowledge that he was a mere dawn, and should never hope to win anything greater than the simple daylightflights which took place nearly daily. Those he did win, and often - but his heart had been set on the twilight from the day he came to know her as one who cared more than she would ever care to show. And against all odds, against all the taunts, he had held his goal. It was Rainer, dear loving Rainer, who had given him hope above all to do so. The thought of her brought a calm lull to his thoughts even in the midst of flightlust. From her belief in him he had found the courage to take up this flight; for her sake he would make certain he came out of it alive.

The direction of the flight changed once again. Audrath swung left, taking her path across the face of the storm. The dawn male swung with her, leaving the protection of Melanthioth's bulk as he flashed across the angry wind with fast, furious wings. For a moment he gained on her, for a moment she was within reach of his talons - and then in the next second she was gone, vanished into the seething mass of clouds beside them.

He followed without thinking. The rose hue of his hide flashed white in the split glares of lightning as he folded his wings into a controlled dive after the fading twilight beneath him. This was Audrath's flight and she could have all the fun she wished - for her suitors, however, there were precautions to be considered. A quick glance left and right, seeking to stay clear of the night and the supernova, and then Connath released himself to the winds as the twilight had done, following on her path with smooth precision.
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M E L A N T H I O T H
    Melanthioth turned and snorted at the twilight. Silly whelp. Trying the romantic tact. The Night had never sunk to such depths. If his abilities weren't enough - and they always were - his words couldn't make up for it. Trying to sweet-talk the girl into feeling sorry for you and choosing you over a better male was repulsive. It was how the tame Weyr dragons operated, but he should have expected no less. The supernova, whatever his name was, had a little brat back home. A squishy human that had softened him. Melanthioth could almost feel sorry for him for being stuck to the soggy little thing. Almost. Then Audrath beat her wings and he forgot all about Zraxinth.

    Her taunt was met with another of Melanthioth's twisted grins. No reason to answer this, the answer was obvious. Of course he could. He could keep up with her all night, or all day, or whenever the shard it was. He couldn't remember, and he didn't care.

    Connath should consider himself very lucky that Melanthioth's pride would not allow him to look back. If the Night had seen Connath behind him stealing air instead of fighting the wind himself, he would not have hesitated to ensure that the little dawn would not leave the Flight without ichor on his hide. But Melanthioth would never look back at his competition as if they posed a threat, so the dawn was out of sight and out of mind as the twilight led them on to the storm. He only noticed the dawn again as Audrath swerved to follow the forefront of the storm and the little down shot out ahead to keep up with her. Melanthioth growled and by sheer force redirected himself to follow as well. The massive weight of his wings as they changed his direction left a mess of wind that swirled the cloud closest to it, but Melanthioth had more to think on.

    Think you to match this?

    No, Darling.

    The Night flipped and followed after the twilight into the storm, diving into the clouds on his back. Within the clouds he was a black shadow to make the thick midnight cloud seem pale, and when lightnight turned the midnight into silver he sparked with brilliant blue light before he fell again to pitch black. He closed his wings to his back and fell like an arrow after Audrath, gaining ground on her faster than even little Connath could. Everything was on his side now. His massive size made the wind useless against him, and his weight made him fall faster than any of the lightweights possibly could. Triumph shone in his maroon eyes as he descended upon his prize.

    I mean to best it.
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(OOC> Thanks everyone who participated for a truly memorable first Flight for Audrath biggrin.gif The result was randomised, and I hope to see you gals again when she next Flies - hopefully with more competition too.)


Audrath

The fierce brunt of the storm drew her into its heart, its roaring strength leeching energy from her wings even as she braced to fly with it. She was tiring, her burning lust sapped by the force of the gale and the eddies of wind she had fought all the way here. Her chasers were close behind her: the closest a great black mass falling with all his great weight behind him. Soon, very soon, she would choose - or else have the choice made for her by some quicker or more cunning male.

But she did not care. This was still her Flight, and she would take it to the fullest. Audrath threw back her head with a laughing snap of jaws as she flared her wings wide to arrest her fall. They were close behind - not close enough! Flirting over the curve of a massive bend of cloud, the twilight slipped light and elegant between two sheafs of towering cumulo, caught an updraft and immediately began rising again.

The dark shape of a great night dragon loomed suddenly above her, coming down with all the power and force of his great weight behind him. For the briefest of moments the twilight was staring Melanthioth in the eye, caught beneath the path of his fall. Then in the next instant she had cupped her wings, torn away from him like a purple leaf on the gales, leaving only the thrill of her squeal-like laughter on the wind.

Oh, you are magnificent, darling; so magnficent, but I won't be taken so easily...

Darting up within flashes of lightning, skimming soft over the buttered surface of racing wisps of cloud, she glimpsed the silvery bulk of Zraxinth somewhere above and dodged aside. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps now, her wingbeats turning erratic. Flaring her sails as she flailed with her tail for balance, she sprang lightly across the roaring wind into a mass of dark gray cloud and - vanished. Her field of vision was nothing but cloud dust a-swirling. With labouring beats she flung herself upwards out of the stormy mass, fighting for altitude in the burning winds.

Then a flash of lightning, arching directly above, picked out the split rose hues of a pale-hued dragon falling straight onto her path of flight. Audrath raised her wings against it, her blazing eyes whirling red even as she twisted herself back and extended her talons. Her fangs bared as she parted her jaws, looking for all the world like she would rip the dawn from the very sky in her wrath. But she was too spent to consider evasion, and even as he closed on her she curled back her talons, locking her forepaws onto his with claws curled back tenderly instead of thruat forward to kill.

Come Connath. Come. Take me, we will fly together.

Entwined, they fell from the sky into the very heart of the storm, driving a wedge through cloud and wind alike with the force of their passion.
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