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Last Post In the Dark of the Night
Thalia
Posted: Aug 3 2009, 01:45 AM


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The night was dawning. Moons were rising over the mountains and a stiff breeze whistled softly past the network of cracks and holes in the volcano-weyr’s peak. Deep within the ‘Queens’ passage’, two jewel-bright orbs flashed to life. Xiomaranth raised her head, utterly at ease in the comfortable darkness of her cave in the second-to-last offshoot of the passage. A tiny shift of mind identified Sera in her nestlike tangle of rough furs, deeply asleep, as Xiomaranth preferred. The girl was growing up, but still a child yet, and the lunar would hold no thought of her rider becoming conscious of the details of tonight. She was still too young. As she had once before, Xiomaranth carefully nudged Sera’s subconscious further into her dreams, before creeping silently out of the cave.

Once she was out of Sera’s hearing range, it was easy to lope to the tunnels, past the sleeping bulks of her mother and aunt and into the dim moonlit gray of the wide plain that served as the ’Bowl. Dark tunnels led off to the lake and the smaller passages for the lower ranks. Xiomaranth paused for a moment to survey the silent scene. Then it was simply a hop, skip and jump to find a draft and soar through the topmost hole in the mountain. From here out it was easy, lock out the connection to Sera and allow instinct to take over. The pale dragon turned, smoothly looping the opening before landing on the rim and staring downwards. Her wings rustled agitatedly; this pale midnight spectre was quite different from the familiar daylit form. The dragoness screamed her challenge to the depths below, violet eyes mere pinpricks of light in the silhouette form far at the peak of the weyr.

Who has the courage to fight for me?

Without waiting for a reply, the glowing dragoness launched off the rock and into the cool night air. She climbed higher and then slowed to a glide, throwing a few lazy twists and loops and enjoying what a resplendent view she must have made against the velvet sky. Then, suddenly she dove, barreling downwards towards a clearing in the tree covered slope, claws and wings extending at the final moment to tear into a hopeless wherry. One easy clench of her powerful jaws tore out the entire throat of the creature, splashing her muzzle and claws with rich, vibrant blood. She swallowed the mass with a single gulp, but as the flesh landed in one of her stomachs, she hesitated. That wasn’t what she wanted; some heavy churning mass weighing her down. A stronger instinct cut through her hunger, and the pale dragoness sucked down the gushing blood.

As soon as the carcass was dry, she lifted off once more and her strong wings carried her upwind of the carnage, where she soon found a hapless wild ovine and repeated the greedy procedure with ease. Finally satiated, Xiomaranth once again climbed the eddies and drafts up into the night, where the cool air dried the rivulets of blood trickling down her throat. She angled for one final pass over the weyr, where the lucky Chasers might catch glance. It would be the last chance they got. Xiomaranth did not take well to tardiness.

((Whoo! Another Feral is off. As we have very few appropriate males, NPCs are quite welcome! smile.gif ))
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Posted: Aug 3 2009, 02:53 AM


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For a Nebula, Saith was massive. At a full thirty-three meters and some change, the dragon could outstrip even some small Lunars, from nose tip to tail tip. The male was strong, too, though to look at him, few would believe it. He was wire over bone, lean to the point of being gaunt, and was built long rather than heavy. His broad, flat, long wings gave him lift and maneuverability, and his wire-thin tail, broadening sharply where it forked, granted surprisingly sharp turning for the dragon. His features were harsh, sharp, and unforgiving, and he knew it. Saith was not beautiful.

Then again, Saith did not need to be. He was swift, he was strong, and he was, above all else, smart. Every problem was met logically, dissected to its basest parts, analyzed, and disposed of accordingly. That was simply the way it was done, and no one had yet provided him with any reason to abandon that system. As he sat, contemplating, in the cool night air, the confident dragon found a sense of quiet satisfaction settling over him at the thought.

Words sweeter than honey, sweeter than the blood of the finest, plumpest beast, brushed Saith's mind, and for a moment, the Nebula's concentration wavered. "Who has the courage," the voice brushing against his mind demanded, "to fight for me?" The dragon's gaze flicked up, and there, he saw the luminescence of the moon, given perfect flesh. His gaze caught, and he stared, before lifting smoothly off of his ledge.

:To the death, if you only asked it of me, mistress of the night sky,: the nebula replied, throwing himself into the air. For a beauty such as her, he would blood, first. The wherries here were large, or they did not live long, and they were agile, but he was far more agile than any wherry. A beauty like Xiomaranth would call the Nights from their ledges. Large or not, Saith was no Night. He would need every edge to perform as a wonder such as she deserved.

As he struck the plumpest wherry he could find, draining its blood before flinging himself skyward, he wondered fleetingly if Melanthioth, unquestioned king of the Feral Weyr, would make a showing of himself. Xiomaranth was a clutcher. Undoubtedly, he'd at least appear. His last wholly rational thought was that he must be mad, challenging the Night in his own skies.

...Looking up at Xiomaranth, Saith was surprised to find that he truly believed it was worth it.

((If this clutch passes without me getting a nebula, Saith'll make my "to create" list. ^-^;; Top thereof, actually.))
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Posted: Aug 3 2009, 03:06 AM


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M E L A N T H I O T H
    The self-proclaimed king of ferals had many talents. Not the least of which was an uncanny knowledge of when the females of the Weyr were getting near that time. To think about it scientifically, it was probably a latent attempt by his mind to reach out and connect, as he had no one to do that with. But Melanthioth did not think scientifically, and never did. All he knew was that Xiomarath would be rising soon, and that she had slept all afternoon. She was Rising. Now. And he was waiting for her.

    The black dragon lounged on a cliff near to the volcano, watching and waiting. The pile of limp and dry animals at the foot of the cliff attested his preparedness. As his forepaws gripped the stone edge of the precipice, his hind legs splayed off to one side and his tail hovered over the ground, waving slowly through the air. Though the posture was calm, his anticipation was clear in the half-sheathed wings and the tenseness of his neck as he held his nose out as an arrow toward the mountain. All of his senses were cast out into the Weyr, centered on the smallest and youngest of his Queens. Surely she would awake soon. Her brat was asleep. Out of the way. She was so close...

    A roar echoed out of the hollow mountain, and a smile added the points of his teeth to the array of stars over his face.

    At once the muscles that were tense and waiting relaxed, and he laid back to watch as the shining silver-gold dragoness swoop out of the mountain. Melanthioth sat back to watch her, wasting no time in letting his eyes fade over to purple. By her lazy pace, he knew she was hunting, and turned his attention back to the mountain to see what other sorry hides would show up. As if any of them stood a chance. They had to go against the best, and without a doubt they would loose. But they made the chase more... interesting. And the ladies always liked it when more males showed up to show their devotion, however inferior they might be.

    As Xiomarath tracked down her second kill, Melanthioth pulled himself leisurely to his feet, shaking out his wings and flaring them in preparation, making a show of his lazy pre-Flight checkout for anyone that had happened to notice the shadow on the cliff, a shape darker than the dark night. Without glancing toward the now sated Queen, he dropped off the edge and threw out his wings, disappearing for a moment among the dark of the pines below him before a sweep of the wings sent him soaring high into the air toward the mountain, his head turning at last toward his wayward dragoness. The smirk returned as she flew by his path, over the top of their Weyr so that they might have a last glimpse of silver before she disappeared. And then he dropped his wings again, the power of the thrust sending him hard and fast after Xiomarath as the Flight began.
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Posted: Aug 3 2009, 03:58 AM


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(If picked, he's officially going up as an actual Feral Dragon, simply because I love him so, so hopefully being a temporary NPC doesn't hold him back!)

Zraxynth, unlike his usual place, was poised outside of his weyr, a long ways up from his ledge. Perched sidelong on a crag of rock, the great talons gripped the stone as he watched all below in silence. The moons above that peeked over the mountains reflected a millionfold on the white-silver hide, and the peering eyes were pale blue stars swirling with the occasional long arms of red and black, like distant planets in the heavens as he watched the few humans allowed their freedom scurrying from place to place, the tailtips and snoozing forms of the dragons below a myriad of colors against the grey rock... The supernova had been in the same still position for hours, first enjoying the sun, and now the cool of night. His grip was tired, but still he held firm. He wouldn't look away. He would never look away again.

It had been weeks now that Ella had breathed her last, the little six turn old like a small smouldering coal in the bed made of his foreclaws. Fever, one that had turned her glassy-eyed and silent, sleeping all of her time away against his hide, so very hot to the touch... His precious Ella.

Pain lanced through the supernova, and he managed a rather weak croon of effort to hold it in. When her little hand had slipped off his muzzle for the last time, he'd vanished between, and most had thought him to be gone forever. But no, this was his home, and Ella's home, before she had fallen sick. Who would watch over it, who would protect it? Melanthioth? Zraxynth snorted derisively at the thought, distaste bringing him up to grip the stone even harder than before. The fool hated the children that had come to save his ancestors from an age of loneliness. Zraxynth hissed, before finally loosing his grip on the stones and stepping down easily to a small ledge below, the stones where his claws had gripped fro so long looking almost molded by the force of the supernova’s strength.

Zraxynth opened his wings, and heaved a sigh. Perhaps between was better. Perhaps between held more promise than the life he faced, forever alone, forever bitter and hateful, mourning the loss of a tiny spirit that had been ripped from her home and sent to die in the cruelest parts of Pern. How many times… how many times since her last feverish moments had he wished he was a simple blue among the weyrs, where his little charge could have seen a healer and be tended to? His pride would have fought such a thought to nothing long ago… But now, if he’d had pride, it died with Ella. Now he was no better than Melanthioth or the others that carried themselves so arrogant and cruel against the little ones. It would be a hot day between before he’d allow such pain to come to the hatchlings born to the ferals as had come to him, and even hotter before the cruel would be allowed to terrorize the weak.

A sound pulled the supernova’s mind away from his internal raving, the strange colored facets flicking toward the stone beneath him, toward where just below him a tunnel led to the open sky. Something was new in the air, and the dragon flicked his tongue experimentally to try and pinpoint it. He knew that scent, and even for a split moment, Ella was forgotten.

Xiomaranth?

He had barely enough time to think the name before pale gold spun like a shot out of the cavern just below him, and he took flight just fast enough for the silver gold to perch in the place he had been moments before. From just above and behind, Zraxynth could see the violent in the queen’s eyes, and found himself humbled and hungered by the effortless beauty that had manifested itself in front of him. He waited and watched from behind her, in reverent silence as she looked over her weyr, her voice like the sound of what he could only imagine was rebirth. A purpose. Perhaps at that moment, Xiomaranth had saved him.

Who has the courage to fight for me?

It was then she dipped off the cliff and was away. Zraxynth watched her spiral up in amazed worship and spiral down, before dropping expertly on a creature in the trees below. Suddenly, the burn in his chest that had been just pain for days before burned a new fire. Xiomaranth wanted a suitor? She and her little Sera deserved the mate that cherished what they had, that appreciated the queen for all her perfect beauty and strength. Already Zraxynth could see where Melanthioth had slithered away from his perch, and rage suddenly clamored along with the lust and adrenaline. He would not allow Xiomaranth’s flight to be marred by that disgusting brute.

Like an arrow, Zraxynth descended on the land below, a short distance away to break the back of a pair of scrabbling felines, and with precision drawn form deep ire, ripped both heads free from their carcasses and drank deeply of the near-black lifeblood. The splattering of the dark violent color was like warpaint, and the supernova watched the golden queen rise up over her weyr again. Launching and vanishing between, he reappeared at the spot he’d just came, bugling his response to the wondrous challenge she had placed before him.

For her he would fly.

For her, he would live.
Thalia
Posted: Aug 8 2009, 04:49 AM


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Her lips pulled into a snarling dragongrin as the steady sound of wingbeats echoed behind her. Good; the suitors had stayed sharp and prompt. The barest shift of her head turned one eye to look back at the widely different dragons racing after her. Xiomaranth rumbled appreciatively at Saith's charming answer, but it would take more than pretty words to Catch her.

The dragoness shot onward, speeding over mountain and valley with the unwavering purpose of an arrow. Such speed would wear on her, yes, but she did not intend to keep such a pace for much longer. There were other tricks in store. Another glance revealed the dark form she'd expected. Melanthioth was an utterly steadfast suitor, and had only missed a Queenflight when a previous Bond still remained strong. Of course he would show his face. He was king.

The third (the finality of that statement irked the pale queen profusely, though she wouldn't disgrace herself by considering to whine of the pitiful turnout) was one whom she had not expected. All knew of Zraxynth's current turmoil--though only those who had chosen the joy of riders might truly attempt to imagine his pain. Indeed, most still waited with bated breath, certain the Supernova would finally release his dwindling hold and vanish forever Between. She spared the brilliant silver dragon a single pulse of warmth, more of their shared understanding concerning their small, precious girls that any true favor. Her strict standards refuted any more public display. It was still her Flight; she was still the one of most importance in the wild midnight escapade.

The weyr was merely a hazy, distant peak when Xiomaranth decided the time was right to check her flight. A calculated twist of her pinions caught a side-coming draft and she turned on a mark, violet gaze watching her oncoming suitors for the barest of seconds before the lunar tucked her wings in close to her sides and plummeted in a spiraling dive. Down, down, down she fell past the craggy peak, past the rocky slopes toward the valley below. Slowly, measure by measure, her wings loosened, the drag imperceptibly slowing her fall until she was able to throw them open just above the ground.

The whistling air caught in the billowing sails, pillowing with an audible snap as the thin, strong membranes stretched taught. A weaker creature would have winced at such a sound emanating from their own form, but Xiomaranth was well aquainted with her body's limits. She wasn't finished yet. Without a glance back to see how the males fared, the strong wings once again beat a steady rhythm, propelling her out and up, away from the valley.
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Zraxynth was silent, eyes whirling a violet so dark it was nearly black, interspersed with thin lines of a brilliant magenta. Slipping into the flight was simple, and he merely beat his wings to chase the shooting star that Xiomaranth had become. Brilliant, beautiful Xiomaranth. Her speed was breathtaking, and while his wings may not have been the size of Melanthioth's, neither was his weight, and keeping up with the queen at this pace was far simpler for the slightly smaller. An inner lid ensured that the reckless pace over gorge and cliff did not blur his vision, the singular sight of Xiomaranth clear and bright ahead of him. She could not keep up such speed without tiring, and unconsciously, the brilliant mercury toned dragon's muscles tensed. When she made a move, it would be quickly and without warning.

The sudden touch of warmth in his mind nearly fouled his plan, his muscles unlocking for the briefest moment as the pale-gold’s connection brushed his mind. It was no expression of favor, he knew, but the feeling of understanding was like a knife to his heart. Xiomaranth knew the love of the fragile little ones was a love that wound so tightly around the heart that there was no choice but to love them with all they had. The queen knew that he hurt. Relocking his muscles for her next move, Zraxynth steeled his mind and remembered his purpose, at least for now. The rest of them would find themselves with a flight like they had never seen. This was a flight in which one of the chasers had no care whether or not he lived from one move to the next. Let them come. He was ready.

The valley made their height that much more frightening for any creature watching below, and the currents had changed. Xiomaranth’s twist was an admirable display, and the supernova thrummed with pleasure at seeing the beauty curl elegantly in the air, her lovely form like a beacon, before she fell from the skies with abandon. A teardrop of the heavens, she fell, and Zraxynth could do nothing less than emit a roar of challenge before he too rolled backwards and tucked his own pinions back, spinning slowly as he fell, effortless from the skies. The ground reeled closer and closer, and Zracynth watched it with a growing thrill. Unlike the gorgeous female he pursued, he did nothing to slow his descent, and when Xiomaranth spun past him, he waited until she was clear and opened his own wide pinions, righting himself and ignoring the cruel whiplike pain in the glimmering wings. Instead, he focused on his still sharp descent, slamming with bone jarring force onto the stone floor of the valley and vaulting back with all his might, the effort flinging him back up into the sky and hurtling up toward the queen, purple eyes unchanging in their devotion to the silver gold before him, as he twisted through the air. Adrenaline surged through him, and the molten silver body cut through the sky as his calm even mindvoice reached for her.

My body, my heart… my life for you, beautiful Xiomaranth.
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Posted: Aug 13 2009, 03:03 AM


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M E L A N T H I O T H
    Melanthioth was certainly not well acquainted with his weaknesses. That certainly being one of them that he was unaware of. But he knew his strengths very well, and always knew how to use the various abilities in a given situation to his own best interests. In this case it was clearly to win the race. And what he had tonight was the greatest strength, the greatest stamina, and the greatest cover. This was his playground, his world. Lunars owned the night as well, without a doubt, but they shined in its pale light. He disappeared among the darkness and the stars, his wings visible only as a moving shadow from the ground they flew so high above, visible a second as a star blinking from existence before it shined again over the pale, rugged terrain. The deadly terrain.

    He rumbled slightly, regarding the harsh landscape, and recalling how much pain it had caused one of his fellow chasers. After a moment of solemn reflection, a smile stole over his face, the sort of smile that in his current frame of mind boded the worst sort of ill. And so terribly predictably, his nose turned slightly toward the silver dragon pulling past him in his greater speed. For the moment his thoughts were turned from the Flight, but it still hung in the back of his mind, prompting his malicious intentions. One less suitor never hurt. Such a shame the poor creature hadn't killed himself along with his bonny girl. Save all of them some trouble. He would just get to be an annoying waste, Melanthioth was sure. These dragons with their children were such easily torn lilies.

    Any thoughts of malignant plans were put on hold as Xiomarath spun and fell from the sky, his attention immediately snapping back on the lunar and his reaction as swift as he arched his body and snapped his wings to his sides and pulled his legs into his body, falling through the air like an arrow, gaining far more speed in this way than he ever could have just under his own power. But that darn physics refused to let him fall faster just because he weighed more, so he stayed behind Xiomarath and a short distance away from the slowly spinning Zraxynth. So as Xiomarath pulled up to stop, he opened his wings and pulled his body horizontal, the air slamming into the sails of his wings and creating a second ground level with the force of pressure suddenly inflicted upon his wings, and so Melanthioth very nearly achieved a right angle and came away from the dive above Xiomarath and slightly ahead, exactly where he wanted to be.

    For now he was distracted from the sadly vulnerable supernova, and even more from the negligible nebula wherever he happened to be, as Xiomarath continued the chase, a shining white-gold star to outshine all the others tonight. But this peace would not last.
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Saith had seen the falling trick before, and with his smaller, leaner, more streamlined body, he could easily have passed the larger night and supernova in such a drop. If Xiomarath had been a lesser dragon, perhaps he would have. She was not, however, a lesser anything, and she deserved better than a cheap ploy for a short flight. No; Xiomarath would rise again, and she would not be caught until she was well and truly high above the Weyr. The momentum he would gain from such a drop could be replicated with a ring, and he could maintain that over her head, spiraling after her from far above. That was wiser; that would spare him the burning agony of another ascent. He was large, for a nebula, yes -- he was not large enough that his stamina would not be a hazard in this flight, and it was one he meant to win.

Of course, all of this analysis occurred in a flicker of heartbeats as he chased after her, a tealy, dappled shadow against the sky far overhead. Melanthioth was a whisper in the face of the dark hour, such that Saith could not rival, but if Melanthioth was a whisper, then Saith was a murmur, barely audible, but he did not see the night as an ally. The darkness stole much of the beauty of his coloration, leaving only his stark silhouette, unforgiving and angular. His words may have been charming, but he knew his appearance was not. He would not sway the beauty's heart with his features, so he must sway it with his skill.

Just as Saith had known she would, Xiomarath rose again, up and out of the valley, leaving her pursuers to wear themselves out with another ascent, and the nebula felt a trace of satisfaction tickle his mind. He had been wise, in this, he mused as he came out of the sharp, tight ring in which he had been flying, using his momentum to rocket him after the beautiful lunar. Let Melanthioth woo her with his strength and stamina. Let Zraxynth appeal to her with his selfless devotion. Saith could not match either for these traits, and he knew it. Oh, no. His draw, his courtship would be a courtship of his mind. Let her see that he was the intelligent dragon, the crafty and the wise, and she would understand: he was more fit than either of her larger suitors.
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Mdjaith rumbled in response to His' words. Jimes, are you sure? I can stay out of it-I don't want you getting cold and sick. The-though he didn't know it-seventeen Turn old snorted in response. "Git goin', ya sack a hide. I won't get cold, 'sides, I'm the one who wanted t'come out here anyway! But if ya win, we're not goin'out and getting more littles-I'll needta help Kirel with'em, the adults doan't care, an'Kirel's too much of a little himself to discipline, should they need it-summa them are downright rowdy!"

Be safe, Jimes. The Nebula beat his wings harshly to gain altitude-the wind blowing through this section of the mountains was fierce, precisely how Jimes had first ended up a Candidate to begin with. Mdjaith was worried about Jimes, but couldn't, wouldn't, let it show. Instead, he responded to both the last mental shove of His and the sound of a multitude of wings high above.

He threw off the lingering shame coming from his Jimes-the despair that he had been unable to help Zraxynth's little person, when his boy had barely been an Apprentice Healer, what ever that was, for a year, until the accident-or fate, or Melanthioth, neither had been able to confirm which it was, that had cost him his Master and nearly his life-almost cost Mdjaith's life as well, or at least Mdjaith's life as it was now-he would be Riderless without his Jimes. A true Dragon, according to some, but less true, the Nebula had realized, without a Rider. Dragons needed Riders, as Riders needed Dragons-though he would never tell this to any, except his Jimes. Which is why the two had been on Search, trying to find littles-and how they had all but missed the beginning of Xiomarath's flight. Looking over the littles of Igen meant the pull was not as strong, until they had started to return.

Jimes was now secure in the cave that had saved his life-though much warmer now with a small fire and numerous blankets and all the sorts of things he had brought to show the littles he wasn't scary. They would keep him from being scared, Mdjaith knew-not that His Jimes needed them.

Mdjaith circled up above the Flight-keeping His out of it for the time, though he was plenty old enough, and had been through flights before-there was no other human in the cave, and the Nebula didn't know what would happen should Flightlust come upon a human without a partner to share in the win.
For he would win.
He knew he would win. Just as he knew Jimes would eventually batter down his defenses and force himself in-Mdjaith just couldn't let the flight last that long. He would wait up here, lurking, watching silently from above-good things came to those who waited, and silence was golden, Jimes had mentioned to him once-though in this case, silence was lunar, and shining brighter than any star, brighter even than the twin moons.
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Posted: Nov 19 2009, 06:42 PM


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A shadow emerged from the nightsky above her, and Xiomaranth bit back a snarl as she realized the form was Night personified--Melanthioth's clever manouever had placed him ahead of her. Another glance revealed Saith, too, was closer than anticipated. Xiomaranth balked in her ascent, twisting abruptly to take advantage of the space between Melanthioth above, Saith closing in, and Zraxynth following from behind.

She strove upwards, wingbeat faltering for the barest of seconds at the awkward shift of pace. Having finally cleared the mass of draconic bodies, the orange sparks calmed from her violet gaze, and the dragoness collected herself. As she plunged back in return to the way they'd flown, she could gather some admiration of her suitors' cleverness, but this pale queen much preferred calling the shots herself.

Xiomaranth angled towards the mountain peaks, weaving towards the ridge that housed their cavernous weyr. The entire sky was her kingdom and she intended to use quite a bit of it. The dark crags of the mountains below blended seamlessly with the sky as the night peaked. Were it not for the moons' light, and the pinpricks of stars and dragon's eyes, the blackness would be impenetrable.

The pale dragoness' mind was working furiously, and she was tracking along a carefully calculated route. She had lived amongst these peaks for every day of her life, and has begun a slow, shallow descent that would take within a narrow, twisting labyrinth of mazes.

Xiomaranth did not respond to Zraxynth's poetic vow, , but her talons twitched as she mulled over the words. She was well aware that pretty words were meaningless without action, but, judging by the three forms winging close behind her, perhaps the supernova could back up his words. She reached her destination and snapped her wings shut for the barest second, dropping into the maze and quickly flew through the passage-like formation. Her wingtips narrowly avoided the wall of rock on either side, indeed, her larger aunt would be hardpressed to fit within the crevice, let alone her solar mother.

She roared again, a mix of challenge and encouragement, knowing full well that her voice would echo off the ridges. Xiomaranth neatly turned into another passage. Let her suitors catch her if they could.
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Zraxynth moved not far behind the queen, eyes unfalteringly on her until he saw the twist of her head. Her hiss was his to echo, teeth bared at the lazy shadow above. The fool dared to show off to this queen, her flight marred by his arrogance. He barely restrained the line of pure blood red that colored the deep violet eyes, forcing himself back to the task at hand. He twisted when she twisted, curling when she curled, and ignored the weeping pain in his wings to press ahead, as hard and fast as he could. When she ducked into a cavern, Zraxynth had managed to muscle another body aside to be the first that slid into the passages she followed, crafty beautiful thing that she was. The dark was difficult to navigate, though what little light there was illuminated his hide with spangles and stars, the oft changing patterns reflecting dazzling plays of light on the stone walls. He moved through the halls and tunnels, almost completely on air alone, though when the hallways became too small, he used his feet to grip the stone and lunge forward, the sharp talons pushing the rabble of stones that sprang loose back at the chasers behind him.

He cared very little about it, using his momentum to shift and earning the jagged's stones punishment, scrapes and scratched turning the mirror of his coloration into a collection of shards marred by shattered lines of broken flesh. All it mattered was the female before him, and his heart thudded her name.
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