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 Through the Fire and Flames, SU:18 {Cereza's 1st Flight}
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 Posted: Mar 7 2018, 04:46 PM
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Rukbat was just only beginning to lower in the skies as the apprentice Harper rode her great black runner alongside the lake. Two large canine pups, one distinctly larger than the other, tagged along behind the muscular black animal. The one in the forefront was a male blue-grey icehowler with white markings and bright blue eyes, while the other, a superbly fluffy white female puppy was a little further behind. Perched on the front of the saddle was a young ferret, inquisitively looking about--potentially for something to eat!--as they rode along at a canter. Her iron and red firelizards were too large to sit on her shoulders any longer with ease. Alucard was content to ride on the saddle blanket behind her, on the thick extra padding that had originally been added just for him. Cereza didn't care much for riding on the runner, but the regal iron sat his seat behind her with a relaxed, confident ease. Her red, no less regal in her own right, had been irritable the last few days. Alucard's gaze had been ever lingering upon the red's form. Patient, contemplative, and something underlying that Azaril wasn't paying much attention to, and so did not contemplate it. If she hadn't been so busy with her lessons and taking care of an icehowler, canine, ferret and two firelizards, she might have noticed the way her iron watched her red more. What she had noticed was that the red seemed to be a bit brighter, moodier, and a touch more clingy--which was odd, for her. Ceres was very protective, but a lot more independent than her iron.

She had a feeling like warm chills. A slow, lazy heat in her stomach, and then a flood of strong emotions that were clearly not her own. At first she was so startled, she flinched and jerked the reigns a little too hard, causing Thanatos to stop and paw the ground beneath his hoof in agitation. Suddenly, Cereza shot past her, bugling defiance and a call to the males of the Weyr. Chase her, if they dared! Azaril paled a little, and then flushed prettily, her pale complexion suddenly reddened by the rise of blood to her face. She was no stranger to the fact that dragons and their kin rose or ran. She should have been expecting this to happen at sometime in the near future, and yet it had been the furthest thing from her mind. The emotions she was flooded with were strong, but nothing like what she'd heard they were for a dragonrider or wherhandler. For that, she was grateful. Still, it was disconcerting. She didn't want to shut the red out, especially when it was clear to her that the red wanted to share it all with her. So, she swallowed a little nervously, and dismounted, leading Thanatos over underneath the shade of a large tree, and let the red share.

She was in the skies, then, feeling strong, fearless, limitless, and there was a carnal, primal lust so strong it nearly took her breath away. Still, it was not a dragon, and so she felt Ceres' lust, but it did not overtake her the way it would have done for one of her kin. There was sensuality, too...a chilling sensuality, mixed with a fierceness that was equal measures terrible and wonderful to feel. She was unstoppable, desirable, worth the risk to any who dared pursue her. The ground rushed past at a dizzying speed, the red young and in her prime, agile and quick. She would not go easily. Her suitors would have to impress her and have the strength and stamina to catch her, both. Who would the winner be? Azaril, though in a flit induced haze, was curious to find out!
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Baccarat's bonded had yet to awaken, but the purple firelizard was very much awake. Something like energy was crackling in the air and he needed to know why. Was it something fun? Was it something funny? He checked all the usual places - the kitchen (though the chefs knew him too well and quickly shooed him away), the kennels, and the dining hall - but saw little of interest. At last, the purple darted through the bowl and saw the answer to his questions: a rising female. Baccarat knew a lady when he saw one and Cereza was magnificence in motion. His eyes gleamed red-hot to match the subqueen's hide and he answered her call with one of his own; I'm coming! he seemed to say. He didn't bother to inform his bonded, Ruoban, who had only just awoken, of this new development. The flit's usual tricks would have to wait- Cereza demanded his attentions now. Or maybe this was one of his tricks?

Ruoban sighed. He didn't think he would ever understand what went through his firelizard's mind. At least he understood lust even if he currently had no romantic prospects of his own. Good luck, he wished the purple well. Baccarat twirled. Who needed luck when they had skill?
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Morrier wasn’t big on Reds, their violent tendencies which Morrier tended to not care for violence unless he found he simply could not stand the other. It certainly didn’t keep him from at least seeing what he could do in terms of this flight, though he was pickier than some other males even of his own colour he did go after other females other than Queens when it struck his fancy.

M’rat didn’t feel the emotions associated with a flight as strongly with Morrier as he did with Higarath and could more discretely deal with the problems caused by it without any major disruption to his schedule. It wasn’t that he could ignore the flight outright but it weighed less on his mind than it would if Morrier was a Bronze Dragon chasing a Red Dragon. He cared more about Morrier coming back to him without serious injury rather than the lust of a flight considering the reputation of Reds in Dragonkin.

It took Morrier longer than it usually to find the female that he was chasing, though he wasn’t as fast as the Red caught up to the Red without too much of a struggle falling in behind her keeping a hopefully safe yet competitive position. The only male that had joined in Cereza’s flight was a Purple that Morrier had only seen from afar in recent memory.


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Poe lifted his head when he heard the cry from the red, but he offered no reply. The blue was a silent admirer only making noise when absolutely needed of him - it did not mean he was any less interested than the other more vocal males. In gentlemanly fashion he did not immediately take to the skies after the red but instead began poking around the weyr His now called ‘home’. It was larger than the wherhole they’d occupied most of their turns together at Dalibor but offered a better vantage point when looking out over the weyrbowl - Poe liked that part the most. Careful not to disturb the dragonrider’s belongings, he was intelligent enough to know better than that, he rustled through the odds and ends he brought back to the nooks and crannies of the weyr until he found the perfect gift. A small wherry bone was plucked in his talons and then he was off. Head whipped this way and that, stopping when he finally spotted Cereza in all her glory. Beginning his pursuit he kept the gift clutched in his talons, he would present it when the time was right.

The two burgundies squabled when the red’s cry was heard but in the end Phaerix knew better than to give chase - something that amused Tyr greatly. The other burgundy had won a red’s flight already and been the sire to a magnificent clutch; his loyalties were tied to his mate until her next flight at least. After that if she dismissed him then he would be more than happy to fill the skies with his magnificence - until then he was weyrbound. Tyr, thankfully, had no such issues when it came to being bound or holding back. He was a free agent to do as he wished and right now he wanted nothing more than to chase Cereza from the skies - to fall with her as her mate. Would the red choose him? As he zipped from the confines of the weyr in order to join her and the other suitors in the sky he wasn’t certain. All he could be certain of was his own desire to prove himself worthy.

Adagio was beginning to hate flights. Not because of the females he was giving chase to - no not that at all! It was just so hard to get out of the weyr he shared with two reds and an orange intact when other females rose. Oh he adored the females in his life to no end, but they weren’t the ones flying now were they? Today he was luckily outside of the weyr, milling about near the weyrlake looking for fish when the sub-queen called out for suitors to give chase. A furious squawk followed after him as Lilas popped from between right on his heels but her snap at his tail missed. He was intact, for now. Now was all that mattered! Well now and later, when Cereza made her choice in a mate! Fast paced wingbeats saw him coming up behind the other burgundy, the blue, the bronze, and the purple that had responded more quickly to her call than he had. Perhaps she would favor him simply because he risked suffering the wrath of his fairmates to give chase? Only time would tell.

From the lower caverns where the handlers lived a number of firelizards darted in order to take to the skies after the red. Solstice was among them, though His no longer called those tunnels her home. He had been searching for something in the dimly lit caverns, though what only he knew. Now his goal was clear - somehow win the red’s flight despite being outmatched in stamina and strength by the larger males. Randis did not seem to be put off by the fact he was smaller than most of the other suitors, in fact he seemed to take it as a challenge in of itself. Puffing up his chest the black zipped out on Solstice’s heels into the sky, doing a barrel roll as he came out and chirruping sweet songs to Cereza. Likewise Gaius came out of the tunnels looking to impress, calling out to the brilliant red in a way that almost sounded like he was attempting to woo her with poetry - or something. He overtook the two blacks with ease in order to put himself in the middle of the pack of suitors, content with his place for now but already coming up with plans on how he could stand out in the crowd.

Ascent, for all the time it took him to rouse and take wing, did not have to worry about standing out. As the best king in pursuit he was in a class of his own - at least if you asked him he’d likely nod in sage agreement. The slight shimmer to his hide caught the light as he banked left and right, lazily making up the distance between where he emerged from the lower caverns and where Cereza was currently flying. Wide wings beat down hard and saw him past the blacks, the blues, the burgundies, until he was directly next to the only suitors he saw as any real challenge, Morrier and Baccarat. That is until, Roux rutound as he was, joined in the flight. The brown might look a tad soft in the middle but he was nevertheless one of the males most capable of keeping up with the red as she flitted this way and that through the air. Surely she would turn this into a game of longevity and Ascent had seen Roux fly before. Hissing at the brown as he weaved around the fighters behind them the bronze flicked his tail in annoyance. Well, now at least it would be a fair race for the red wouldn’t it? Without another real competitor it would have been too easy for him to woo Cereza - after all everyone knew a real queen needed a king; as far as he was concerned right now she was as regal as any gold or copper he’d seen before and he desperately wanted her to be his.


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This was a glorious day for him! Another red female flew and he would catch her. The last one chose a burgundy over him. HIM! A handsome and most stunning bronze of exceptional quality. Well, hopefully this one had more sense and higher standards. A queen deserved a king at her side, a proper male to slake her beautiful fury. He adored Chasing reds. Their fire burned. It made his ichor run as hot as it would for a gilded female. And this time, he would make sure those lesser males back off HIS prize.

Broad wings pumped as he joined the many males already in pursuit. The sight of so many lessers made him bare his teeth and growl. No. No. NO. They didn't deserve to look upon her! Kings and subkings were spared his ire, but any fighter that drew close enough, he took a swipe at, or attempted to bite. He snarled warnings at them, scolding them for daring to pursue this mighty flame.



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 Posted: Mar 21 2018, 11:37 AM
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She gave call, and they had come. One after another the males joined in her pursuit, and yet while she did not disdain the smaller males, for they were certainly brave in spirit to pursue the likes of her, she wanted the largest, strongest clutch possible. In the very least, the blues and blacks would not give her that. A burgundy, perhaps, might...yet the purple, brown and bronzes--ah, how she did favor bronzes!--those were, she knew, the most powerful. She missed not a one, and yet gave a defiant screech as she dared any of them to draw near her as she sped up. She shot past the wild bronze sparing a coy glance, pleased with what she saw. He was a fine beast, this bronze. She liked the fire of his spirit, and the confidence he exuded. Still, confidence, or overconfidence? She would see about that.

Barracat, as she snapped her wings out for a moment after a powerful downwards sweep of the long appendages that sent her past the purple, was given a swat at with her long, powerful tail. It was equal measures teasing as malicious, and had she intended it to harm, there would have been more power behind that swat. She'd noticed him, too, it said. A purple was still a sub-king, and she at least took him under consideration. The fighters she snorted at, challenging them to keep up and catch her if they thought they could!

Morrier was another fine bronze. A downward motion of wings sent her up and over the bronze, snapping at him to see if he might flinch. She was testing them, all of them. Warnings, but tests. Only the most worthy and capable for her. It pleased her greatly to see another bronze join the flight. Three bronzes. They would be pitted against one another if she were to decide on the most suitable of them--and it still might not be them at all. There were now two sub-kings in the running, and she had not missed the other fighters to join, though she would have to be substantially impressed by one to choose him. It was clear the bronzes, purple and...oh? What was this?

A rotund looking brown had joined her flight. Did he think he would keep up with her? She was brought nearer to Ascent as she dove down easily, right between the pair of burgundies who had joined most recently. He was not so experienced as Morrier perhaps, or her wild bronze suitor. Yet he was no hatchling, either, and certainly looked to be in his prime. She hissed at him, shooting past him as well, striking out with her tail as she did so. Again, a test. She had not put the full force of her considerable power into it. She would attack in earnest if one gained her ire, yet she was a more clever, considering red than some of her kin. Perhaps it was due to her bond with Azaril, and her fair-mate Alucard. She could be volatile and violent, and certainly there was an edge to her at the moment, driven by fligthlust, that was dangerous. Cross her, it said, and there would be blood. It was barely contained violence that lurked beneath the surface.

She was now nearest Roux. The brown was hardly much to look at, in her haughty opinion. Still, there was a calmness to him that was not born of the arrogance of bronzes. She enjoyed the bronze's egos, and yet it would indeed be a test of stamina and staying power--that and her growing volatile nature as the flight progressed potentially scaring lesser suitors into dropping out. So far, there had been warnings that were not in seriousness. Those who kept up would be further tested, and blood would flow. She would not hurt them...too much. Not unless they asked for it.
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Morrier didn’t have the same tendency as with others of his colour to go from one side of the emotional spectrum to the other, and in a way quite jaded, especially when dealing with females during a flight. He didn’t really react to Cereza getting so close to him in terms of her wings, not wanting to show any emotion that he had with regards to such a close call so she couldn’t use that in turn later in the flight.

He only made a passing look at the other males in the flight, a Blue that in colour was closer to a Black than a Blue was a little surprising with a trio of Burgundies joining right after the other being somewhat less of a surprise. There weren’t just Fighter males that joined in the flight after Morrier had joined in, with a pair of Bronzes (the second of which Morrier surmised was a wild Bronze) and a rather pudgy Brown. He didn’t question the other males’ choices in life leading up to chasing Cereza, for many of them this wasn’t their first time chasing after a female in order to be with her hopefully at the end of the flight or at least not injured enough to be terribly scarred or missing limbs.


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Baccarat didn't so much as flinch at the red's swat; he was a master trickster and knew a feint when he saw one. It was true that he was likely the most agile of the kings and subkings present, yet still had greater stamina than the fighters possessed, so perhaps he could have dodged Cereza's blow. Then again, to do so would have been to deny the red her test and challenge her authority which was the last thing the purple wanted to do as she was his rising star. No, what he wanted to do was win her over which was going to take all of his strength and cunning combined. That was not going to be an easy feat if the beginning of this chase was a proper indicator of what was to come. No matter: the purple enjoyed a good challenge. This flight would certainly be a lot more entertaining than the plans he had originally composed for the day.

The other suitors were, for the most part, ignored. Some bronzes were present - their egos were always fun to prey on - as well as a brown - such steady, yet boring creatures - and a few different fighters. If Cereza's attentions were to be believed, the bronzes were to be the purple's main competitors, but that hardly knocked the fighters out of the running. But enough about the others, Baccarat had to focus on his lady-love of the moment. He would show her that none of the others could match him in enthusiasm or vigor.
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This red appreciated what a proper king could offer her! The wild bronze preened with self-satisfaction, noting her interest and the lack of ire directed his way. Should she have scored him with claw or fang, he would have persisted onwards to prove himself to the spirited lady of the sky, but it did please him to have his hide unmarred. All the better to dazzle her with, no ichor staining his shining beauty. He pumped powerful wings and lurched after her as she changed course to rile her suitors. Some shown rage and others mercy. It was delightful. Temptation alive and breathing. He had to have her. He would show her all that was worth to prove that should she choose him to fall with, she would not be left disappointed. Her clutch would be fine and strong! The bronze trilled and twisted, attempting to impress her with his agility. He was graceful and handsome and she the epitome of a queen.


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Poe was an old pro at flights despite not taking part in many over the last few turns. He had abstained after having won his mate’s flight, giving up chasing random females in favor of doting upon his mate. With her absence he had taken more interest in females once more, looking for a new mate. While he’d had high hopes at the beginning of the flight he knew a lost cause when he saw one - Cereza was far more interested in the larger males; not that he faulted her of course, it made sense that she would pay more attention to the bronzes, brown, and purple over a much smaller blue. Still he would see it to the end like a true gentleman, least she think he was not interested in her. Tailing behind the red he fell to the middle of the pack of suitors.

The flight was supposed to be easier than escaping his weyr, wasn’t it? Flying, spinning, chasing - all of that was the easy part. Instead as Adagio pushed himself harder in order to prove himself he found himself nearing the wild bronze - and was met with much the same harassment he’d had in his weyr. He just couldn’t catch a break! A snarl caused him to fall back but not before the bronze swiped at him. Luckily the burgundy just managed to escape the claws meant to do him harm but only just. Snorting he continued in his endeavors to catch up to the red, her hide and his would look splendid together falling if he won! He just needed her to see it that way too.

If the cold shoulder from Cereza was meant to make Tyr give up the burgundy seemed unaware. In fact he seemed more determined after seeing her give notice to the kings and sub-kings chasing to show her how much he wanted it. How much he wanted her. With a hard push of his wings he soared upward, higher than most of the other suitors and did a barrel roll in order to show off. Coming back down to join the pack he found himself near Gaius, the other burgundy shot a look at him but made no move to try and force him from the sky. His energies were saved for trying to impress Cereza, who soon came down between the two burgundies - not that she seemed to notice them much as her eyes were on the bronze.

As if he knew she was considering him, Ascent puffed his chest out as he flew. Every movement was well thought out and graceful as he continued on, watching the red with piqued interest. She was beautiful and he, well he was dashing and isn’t that what she wanted in a mate? The whip of her tail against him did little to dissuade the bronze from the chase, in fact he was invigorated and wanted her to be his more now than ever!

Roux wanted the red as well, though he was grateful he’d yet to earn her ire. He was in it for the long haul and didn’t want to endure wounds as he followed after her crimson form. She came upon him, closer to him than the other suitors for just a moment before she pulled ahead once more, and the sturdy brown gave a soft warble. He did not need to boast about his greatness, his worthiness was up to the red. What he did or did not think of himself didn’t matter, she was the decider in this flight and he a willing suitor who would follow wherever she went.


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So many fine choices she had, hadn't she? She wanted to fly hard and fast, and yet the red wanted no small clutch. No...she preferred a larger clutch, and she knew that meant a longer flight, as instinctively as she knew the larger males were the ones who might give her such a thing. In the end, she would have to choose. She was above attacking or scorning the smaller males for their efforts. Yet they dared to chase a red, and one who considered herself as queenly as any gold or copper. Down like a streak of lightning she shot!

She was among the burgundies. It was true their hides were pleasing to behold. They were not so unlike her own, after all! Still, it was snarling and snapping, swiping left and right that she entered their midst, eyes red as her hide with her flight lust. If she scored any of them, it would only because they were not quick enough to move out of her way. A few powerful strokes of crimson wings saw her out and above them, and near to Barracat. Did he think himself as worthy as the bronzes? He certainly behaved as worthily as one. She did not miss that he had not so much as flinched. Was it because he knew her swipe at him was not in earnest? No matter, she marked his actions, and did not find him wanting. It was because of this that when she passed him, she did not lash out or seek to cause him any injury in earnest. Instead, she merely snapped out a wing-tip, enough to strike him, if he did not move, but the blow would not leave a mark.

Roux was not so agile, fast, nor impressive as the purple, nor the bronzes. Not in appearance. Yet the brown clearly had staying power, and as she passed overhead of him, Cereza suddenly dropped right overhead of him, placing some weight on his back. Did he think himself worthy as the bronzes? He and the purple were the only two contenders she might consider that were not bronze to sire her clutch. Would he startle, feeling her weight and the warning of her claws on his hide? She was not so vicious as others of her color. She might have done him some harm then, from where she was. Yet again, Hers exerted far more influence than even the red knew. Claws were pressed lightly into hide, and the thought to score that hide did, in truth, pass through the red's mind. How fine the flow of blood would be! Yet Azaril, from where she watched through the red's eyes on the ground, did not wish it. With a screech, the red pushed off of the brown, launching herself into the air and forward once more...her claws might have made the faintest of marks, or might not have.

The control of the girl on the ground frustrated. The bronzes, now, drew her attention. Three of them. Eyes narrowed, she took their measure. Morrier seemed unaffected by her actions, steady and yet...he did not seem to have the fire of her other two suitors. The wild bronze and Ascent pleased her greatly. Both were strong, confident, and clearly desired her greatly. Only Barracat seemed to match them out of the larger firelizards for the heat in their blood. She wanted something more, then. A large and strong clutch, but the fire and flames that were her very blood. She was displeased to be so dispassionately regarded by Morrier, and so dashed towards him, screeching her ire, claws and fangs showing. He should desire her, for she was a prize worth having. She lashed out briefly, uncaring whether or no she injured the bronze. She was tiring, with all her bursts of speed and diving among her suitors.

Past the wild bronze she shot, and past Ascent. Near enough that she might tempt them. Another test? Of the larger males, who wanted her most? She was in a fine fury, now, rebelling that her wings strained, and she would have to choose. Rebelling that this would end, sooner than she'd have liked, but a plenty fine first flight in both length, display and in the number of suitors who gave chase. She would remember each and every one of them. Had she not sought a larger first clutch, the fighters might have garnered far more attention. Perhaps next time. Yet it was clear from her actions that it was the larger of their kin she was attentive to most...she would have to choose only one. Pity, that.
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Sure enough, at least two of the bronzes had puffed up from their own egos. If firelizards could roll their eyes, Baccarat might of, but instead he only tittered to himself playfully. He personally didn't have anything against the kings, but even his bright nature was shadowed by the wild bronze who had taken personal insult to the chasing fighters. It was Cereza's flight, so if she didn't want the fighters there, that was all well and good, but who was the wild to decide who was worthy and who was not? It irked the purple greatly as the bronze seemed to be thinking more about himself than the red they were chasing.

Speaking of the red, his eyes whirled red-hot as she neared him. Her sheer intensity of presence could not be missed even if he wasn't currently chasing her and the purple rumbled with glee. Her wing-tip just barely scored him, enough to feel her ferocity, but not enough to cause him any actual harm. At last, Baccarat had earned a taste of the red's physical presence, but he wanted so much more than just a taste! The purple himself was tiring, but his willpower remained strong. He could hardly lag behind now. Cereza had chosen to shoot past the two bronzes, taunting them, and he knew that he could do that too. He was more agile than them; slipping through should be a breeze. He just had to prove himself before the chase went on too long.
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More of his opponent's met the red's ire. Fools. They should have treated her like a proper queen! Adored and desired her with heated ichor. He twisted in the air, a mocking hiss made at Morrier when Cerza attempted to claw him for his lack of fire. Suddenly, the red darted between himself and Ascent and his instincts demanded he change course immediately. She was tempting them. Testing them. He would prove his worth. He would give her the large clutch she craved. This was a long and tiresome flight. Only the best of the best stood a chance! Right? Was it arrogance if one knew that they were worthy?

The bronze trilled at the red, hoping to coax her favor towards him. To entice her into falling with their forms entwined. Red and bronze. He could picture it. Surely she saw the wisdom in choosing a male such as he to sire her clutch.


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 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 01:36 AM
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Morrier didn’t mind about the length of the flight, after all he was a Bronze with plenty of stamina though not as much as he would have if he was a Dragon even of Higarath’s size so as long as Cereza wanted him around he would stay. Of course Morrier couldn’t say the same thing about the smaller males though they must have known about this possibility when deciding to chase her along with being attacked by Cereza.

That was certainly what the Blues and now the Burgundies had to deal with in this flight, the dark headed Bronze was glad that he didn’t get that reception, and similarly with the fact that Zighat hadn’t come along. Cereza wasn’t looking for someone to balance her attitude out at least for this flight, considering the fact that she didn’t choose him instead lashing out at him quickly closing his wings and diving in order to avoid her. He did have a graze on his right headknob but it could have been much worse if he hadn’t been so prompt in his reaction to the Red’s ire.

Morrier was somewhat irritated about how she didn’t seem to care about how well her suitors were getting on during this flight. He wasn’t sure what the Red was getting at, in terms of whether or not she still wanted him there though he did extend the distance between him and the Red while still being competitive.


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 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 11:40 PM
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She shot between them, snarling and lashing about as if their mere presence was an insult. How could such a beauty be so crass and cruel in the skies? Of the two Adagio had the most practice dodging the talons of scorned females - he lived with quite a few of them after all - so he was spared the bite of her talons. Unfortunately Tyr lacked the experience the other burgundy had and from the shallow wounds he suffered at the red’s bidding ichor crept out. Screeching he hissed and slapped his tail in the red’s direction before bowing out of the race to win her over; beauty she may be but he had no true desire to fall with one who wounded him so. He was the best and if she couldn’t see that it was her problem wasn’t it?

As steady as a rock, and shaped like one as well, Roux could not be deterred so easily. While it may have startled him just a tad to have the red’s talons and weight upon his back he only flinched slightly; he could not panic or pull away without fear of causing her some amount of discomfort or injury. So he continued on until she was done playing her tricks, nonethewiser to how lucky he was that she did not inflict true damage upon him.

That left Ascent, the bronze still not doubting his place among the other males. They were large and steady fliers same as he - yet he knew he could best them all. Let her flirt with the others, dip and dive between them all; he waited his turn patiently for her to draw near. She was there and gone again in a flash, pulling ahead of him with her as he put more effort into catching up. Couldn’t she see how splendid he was? How strong and virile he was? They could make such a healthy clutch together, all she had to do was choose him as her favored suitor. Of course it was likely that all the males felt the same way - but he didn’t care about them. His thoughts were on Cereza alone.


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 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 12:00 AM
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Barracat was a tempting choice. She could admire his confidence and the way he persisted after her, though he was against not one, not even two, but three bronzes. Yet it was her first clutch, and she wanted a large, strong one. Tempted though she was, and while she might have chosen him for this alone--that and she was, in some way, charmed by the purple's nature, today she would choose from among the largest and best. She did not doubt the purple desired her no less. He was an impressive creature, and should he chase her again...well, she might choose differently than she would today. He was a worthy suitor, and she would not have been sorry to fall with him in the least.

The wild bronze and Ascent were the objects of the red's desire. Both were strong, confident, capable and worthy of her. Still, while she might wish she could choose them both--nay, them and the purple!--she could not. They both put in a valiant effort, and while she was yet about to make a decision, she faltered a little, just as Ascent put on an extra burst of speed to catch up to her. It ended up that she was suddenly directly in front of the bronze, and realizing that she was tired. Her wing muscles felt as though they were on fire, and her glistening crimson hide sought another kind of heat than that of strenuous flight. She hated for it to end, but all things, she knew, must. She suddenly whirled around in a last valiant display of ferocity and defiance, and flung herself upon the bronze, though there was no malice in her embrace. Her tail tangled with his own, as she sinuously twined it and her neck with his. Let them fall as one, the strength of their wings together carrying them to where they would.

OOC: this was SUCH A hard choice, I ended up using random roll for the first time on a flight! I adore Barracat, Leo. Hope to see him in other flights, including Cereza's next! <3 Cat, your wild bronze is absolutely amazing, don't hesitate to throw in future firelizard flights, please. And Ascent, who ended up the winner, was the third I had trouble deciding between. c: Thank you all for entering, and hope to see you at the hatching~
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 Posted: Apr 18 2018, 09:45 PM
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Morrier didn’t know what else he would expect for a Red female, though he did hope that she would choose a male that would balance her out more, she obviously had very different ideas. Then again this is a Red in the middle of a flight, so he couldn’t claim to understand what was going through her mind at the time, though Cereza did choose another much younger Bronze that the older Bronze hadn’t seen around the Weyr though he did seem from around the Weyr.

Morrier knew when he wasn’t needed or wanted, with the Red done with her flight officially he was neither needed nor wanted and would rather him get out of the area as fast as possible for a Bronze even if it meant him going between to do so. Morrier of course went between if not for the convenience of the Red then for the convenience of M’rat since the Bluerider wasn’t terribly interested in that side of Weyr life longer than he had to. Within the time it took for a human to cough three times, the Bronze was back in the weyr that M’rat, Morrier, and Higarath had been living in since they moved to Dalibor from Bay.


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