It was pretty needless to say that the sleeping arrangements in Tam's weyr have been and always would be a bit strange, but the idea is crucial to point out. Yata was stretched out in her normal spot, head in her paws, with Chester curled up in a ball atop her head. The cat had claimed the green's head as her own personal bed the first night they had all been together, kneading her over-sized white paws into the space between Yatavanth's eyes, her mewling and wailing challenging anyone and everyone nearby to dethrone her. Obviously, no one had tried yet, and they probably never would. Yatavanth enjoyed the white furball's company, but then again...she enjoyed pretty much anyone. Not that she was nice to all of them..but she still liked having people around. Tam, her rider, was curled up amongst the furs, Gaenor's chubby black-and-white form sprawled out beside her. The four of them made quite an odd little group, none of them fitting in with the norm. That was perfectly okay. Being normal was for people who didn't know what fun was.

And boy, did Yatavanth know a thing or two about fun.

It was still very early in the morning, dragons and riders waking up here and there while the whers and their handlers shuffled off to rest. Snow was all around, clogging up pathways and blanketing the weyr in cool, winter silence. Eyes half-open, the green watched the world wake, her tail curled around her. She kept her head down upon her paws, unwilling to wake Chester despite the need to get up and move. Her time was here. To Rise. To have all eyes on her. She may not have been the prettiest dragon in Libertas, a mottled creature of green marble and dark pine splashes, and she certainly wasn't very proper, but they would take notice of her all the same. They had to. Eventually, right when the need to go was starting to become too great, Chester bounced off of Yata's head, paws landing on the end of the green's nose before bounding over to the bed. She grumbled and growled, pawing at Tam's exposed toes, her little mewls and purrs growing into obnoxiously loud caterwauls. Yata shook her head, rising to her feet. She'd trained that feline well. Very well indeed. She probably wanted to be fed and played with. Cats didn't understand Flights, did they?

Groggily, Tam sat up, her hair all a mess. She scooped her pet's snow-colored form to her, scratching the bridge of the kitten's nose and cooing. "It's too early, Chessie." She yawned, stretching. "And too cold. Just let me go back to sleep." The brunette was about to snuggled back down into the furs when her beloved dragon's voice echoed in her head.

Mine, you and I have much better things to do today than sleep.

Yata cooed, her voice bouncing, playful and wicked, like always...but there was something more to it. This time, like many times before, the game was serious. Like always, though' Tam didn't catch on right away. Or at all. Poor Yata...She really wanted to get up in the air, to play games with those silly males who dared come after her, but she couldn't leave Hers in the dust. That just wasn't her, Flight or no Flight.

"Wait...what?" Tam scratched her head, still half-asleep. "Is there something going on? Do we have like..a job or something? What am I forgetting, Yata?" Her voice rose in a nervous question, but before Yatavanth could even answer, Tam was curling up atop the furs, clutching her knees to her chest. Oh! The lust hit her head on, taking the young woman completely by surprise. One would think that impressing the most dirty-minded green in the whole weyr would have prepared her for this, but it was new every time. New, and ultimately scary. "Oh no..." she moaned, doing her best to keep Gaenor and Chester away, because they didn't need to see this..but where to put them?

The two creatures answered the questions themselves, bolting in opposite directions and out of her sight. She sat up, Yatavanth gone, and pulled on whatever clothes was in her grasp. She didn't care, nor did she notice, what she grabbed, as long as she was found with clothes on. The only thing to do now was wait.
Careful, Yata.. She scolded the dragon, who was now settling down in the heardbeasts' corral, wings outspread and jaws gaping. You know what to do...just be careful.
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She felt light as a feather, a puff on the morning breeze, as her paws met the ground in the corral. The heardbeasts were still very much asleep when she snatched one up, feasting upon it as she set upon another, almost feral in her actions. Sweet Tam, always warning her in the kindest of ways, held her back just enough. She snapped her wings closed, head low as she waited for the males to come. Being still, though, was so boring! She had to make this fun! Her wings snapped open again and she raised her neck and head high, calling out for those who waited.

Let the games begin, my friends!

There was a cackling laughter in her voice, everything about her calling them in the early morning light.

Good luck to you all, and may the odds be ever in your favor. Do put up a good fight. I'll only go for the...biggest and the best, if you know what I mean.

Would they be able to catch her? Yes, and no. She didn't doubt that some would be able to keep up with her, but she was swift enough to leave many of them behind. Those brave....or maybe they were foolish enough to chase her...they would have to match her tricks and stunts. They would need to know the workings of her mind. She was not a simpleton. Her jokes were merely play most days, but she was ever so serious now. Yatavanth knew exactly what she was looking for in a male. They had to be just right, nothing less than perfect. Smart, swift, and agile. Just like her. She paced back and forth, head darting around and wings still spread wide. She could take off at any moment, whether they were ready for her or not.
Small as she was, she was the center of attention here. They could not ignore her, could not pass up on the thrill of the chase. she longed for the feeling. Oh, why couldn't they just hurry?!
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The same thought crossed her rider's mind, as Tam crawled onto her bed, sitting crossed-legged dead-center among the smoothed-out furs. She'd hurried around, skilled at going along as if she didn't feel so warm and scattered, doing whatever she could to make her place as neat as possible. Though not the smartest person in the whole weyr, she certainly was efficient when times called for it. The center of the bed was an island, the rest of the room an ocean. Whoever came would certainly have fun trying to get to her. Under her green companion's influence, she could tease and taunt with the best of the bunch. They'd all be putty in her hands by the end of it. She had no fear of that not happening. The begging , need smoldering in everyone's eyes...especially her own. Oh, it was so exciting! More fun than anything she and Yatavanth could cook up normally. Unable to stay completely still, she ran her fingers through her hair, digits occasionally sticking in a tangle or two. Somewhere in her mind, Tam knew people were coming, but it felt like they were taking far too long.
She groaned, tilting her head back as her arms wrapped around her sides. There was no way this could go on for much longer with no contact at all. Even a brush of fingers or a bumping of shoulders in a crowded room would be better than this. This was a side of Tam that some rarely got to see..not the lust-filled part, but the never-ending impatience, the manic hyper-activity. She was always so calm, so friendly, innocent on the verge of oblivious stupidity, but whenever Yatavanth rose, she became a different person. Bright in a different way, jittery and anxious, unable to truly stand still. In the middle of that bed sat a ticking time bomb, and even she didn't know how much longer she could last until the explosion came.

Maybe this time, she would luck out. Maybe someone would stay. She hated it when they left, like she was nothing more than a way to get off. Oh, she certainly wasn't the brightest, but Tam knew what she wanted. They'd gone through this so many time, and Yata always thought she had picked right, for her and for Tam, and even though she always lucked out...

The woman in the bed was left hanging.

That was going to change. Fast.


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Alrighty, ladies and gents. Welcome to the most fun you'll have all...well, the year's pretty much over so...Welcome to the most fun you'll have ever!

It's time for a Yata flight, and though this is the first one actually played..we know it'll all be fun..because Yata is the only dragon in the whole weyr that is small, green and cracks more "That's What She Said" jokes than a high school cafeteria.

I'm giving you all until the.....9th of January to post. That is...hopefully, pletny of time since you all seem so eager...XD

Japheth had not been feeling himself lately. Ever since losing Ginianth in that Flight not too long ago, he'd been in somewhat of a rut. He'd never won a Flight before, not that it had ever bothered him before this one, but the realization that he'd had during that Flight had bothered him ever since it. He was a happy dragon, normally, never one to get too down about himself, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking: if he wasn't a blue, if he was a strong bronze or platinum, things would be different. He would win more Flights, and he would be more respected than he was now. It wasn't just that he was a blue; Japheth was aware that he wasn't very serious or bright, but that was no reason for him to be at such a disadvantage.

Sky didn't understand why her pet was so upset. Who cared about some female while he should be paying attention to her. She had chose him for a reason, and that reason was because he would give her the attention she deserved, not give it all away to silly females, especially green ones. She often huffed and chittered angrily at him, but Japheth didn't mind. He adored his crawler, and she seemed to cheer him up a bit, but in the end it didn't help much.

His rider never liked to see him upset, he could tell. It just made her sad too, and he hated making her sad, but he couldn't help it. Well, today Eilís had decided to do something to cheer her dragon up. Despite the insane time of the day- the two had never paid much attention to time- Eilís had pulled out dyes of all different colors and declared that they were going to paint. He'd had no idea where she'd gotten them all, but it didn't matter, because within moments they were both giggling, Eilís smearing paints onto Japheth's hide and blending colors together, inevitably getting some on herself as well. Sky hissed and hid as soon as the paints had been brought out, refusing to get any of the unnatural color on her lovely turquoise hide.

Before too long Japheth was covered with paints of all different shades, from red to green to the same purple color that matched the spots on his chest. And he was having fun, too, giggling as he realized Eilís had somehow gotten paint in her hair. They were both enjoying themselves, and Japheth was even feeling happier. It was early morning, and they were both wide awake, so he was sharply in-tune when a sudden voice entered his mind, just as a roar split through the quiet morning. It was familiar, it was Yatavanth... and the feeling was familiar too.

Japheth felt himself droop a bit. He shouldn't Chase. He hadn't felt up to it in a while, he just couldn't. Gray sadness touched his eyes, and Sky, sensing this, crawled out of her hiding spot and scampered over to him. Crooning a bit- but making sure to stay far away from the paint now smeared on his hide!- she inched up to sit on his neck. Japheth moved closer to the ledge, peering out to see Yatavanth pacing outside, waiting for males. She looked especially beautiful today, with her hide glowing and her gait set at a seductive prowl. The yearning was already seeping its way into his body, urging him out and into the freezing air, but, he couldn't. He shouldn't, he-

'Go on Jappy, you can do it!' Eilís cheered him on, optimistic, encouraging, the rider who he loved and had chosen as a hatchling because of that. He looked back at her, pleading almost, so conflicted. And then in a split second he gave in. He couldn't hold himself back, and he couldn't disappoint his rider by not even trying. Even if he didn't win... he had to try.

Sky shrieked angrily as he suddenly moved, just managing to leap off of him before he jumped from the cliff. He snapped his wings out, letting the air catch beneath them as he glided down to the corrals. The herdbeasts, just woken up by Yata's kill, were already startled, but Japheth managed to catch one with a single try. As he fed on the blood of the beast, he mentally prepared himself for the Flight to come. He was aware how odd he looked, an odd looking dragon by himself but now with paint smeared all over his sky blue hide- he was a sight to see.

I'll try, Yata! I'll do my best! I can fight- er, well, no, but I can try hard! He said, turning to her once he'd discarded his finished herdbeast. He may not be the biggest or the best, but he had to try. He was only Japheth, but maybe he had a chance.

Japheth hadn't been very happy lately, had Eilis not been bonded to him, she may of not noticed (Eilis didn't notice a lot of things) but, with the strong bond the two had, it wasn't very hard not to notice. Sky (the cute, cute crawler) wasn't making her dragon very happy and, not even cloud watching could cheer him up! Eilís really didn't know what was wrong with her dragon, her Jappy, and though she had tried to pry the information out of him, it wasn't really working. Which was sad, really sad and, the thought of Jappy being sad made Eilís sad and, really, the woman didn't like being sad. Which was why she had been spending most of the past sevendays trying to cheer her blue up. First, three days ago, she had suggested swimming. Well, it didn't take long for the two, rider and dragon, to run out into the snow to realize swimming in Winter was not a good idea so, that was out. Instead they had spent the day inside, Eilis milling about in all her clothes and decorating Japheth up like a big child.

(He ended up wearing one of her hats on one of his headknobs, one of her scarfs around his neck, and a sock on his tail before the night ended.)

So, the next day, Eilis decided playing in the snow would be fun.

Except it was really too cold to be playing so, again, they stayed inside.

Yesterday they didn't do anything, which put Eilis is a sad mood. Not doing anything was not fun, especially not when Jappy was sad! So, last night, while curled up on Japheth's back, (because that's how they slept, Eilis on Japheth where he slept or Eilis on Japheth on Eilis's bed, it really is a sight) Eilis got an idea. A really good idea, too! So she waited until her blue was asleep before going out to find something. She returned later with dyes, red dyes, blue dyes, dyes and dyes and was rather adamant about Japheth painting with her.

And it was fun! Like, really run! Sky had run off but, that was okay, because Eilis was smearing Jappy with paints of all colors, making him look like a pretty rainbow. “Look, a bunny!” It was actually a green smear but, to Eilis it was a really cute bunny and, that was all that mattered. There was paint in her hair, too, actually all over her but, she didn't care. Japheth was giggling and having lots and lots of fun and it was great!

“Look Jappy, now I have spots too!” Giggling, the blonde twirled, showing off all the blue splashes of paint across her skin and clothes. “I look like you!” Beaming, the nineteen turn old grinned and waited for her dragon's response. Nothing.

“..Jappy?” And then it hit her, a tiny warm feeling in the pit of her chest, warming her body up.

Ooh!

“A flight, ooh!” She paused, smudging a bit of paint across her nose as she brushed her hair out of her face. “Aww, go on Jappy, you can do it!” She beamed again and then shrieked with glee as he took off. “Yaay!” Catching Sky as her Blue took to the skies, the rider nodded to herself and then, to Sky. “Okay Sky, time to gooo! I hope it's a girl~” Plopping the crawler down on her bed, Eilis set off, not even caring about the paint covering her. She found the weyr soon enough and, look, there was only one person! Ooh, just her luck~

”Tammy!” Clasping her hands together, the BlueRider waved to her friend, smiling brightly. ”Yata's flying?” Flopping down onto the side of the bed, the female crawled over to her friend, catching her in a hug. "Yaay~ This'll be fun, right?~"

Yaaay! This was great, it was Tammy, not some nasty boy! She liked Tammy, she really did, so this was great!

The dragon lifted his head at the siren call early in the morning. He blinked sleepily before his mind suddenly snapped to attention and went whirling from a blue, lazy swirl to a hurricane of violet. It has been a while since he had Chased. It was time again. Without even waiting for his rider to wake, Thereth stood, did a quick stretch to loosen cramped muscles, and snapped his wings open to plummet from his ledge and dive toward the herdbeasts. The air was still cold and the morning fresh. The cattle were just awakening. Perfect. His kill was easy and quick, a small cow. She never knew what hit her. Then, another. Not wanted to over do it, he stopped and looked at those already gathered.

The bronze received a low growl, the blue barely a glance. Then, he was gazing at the lovely Yatavanth. Thereth craved her like a dehydrated body craved water. He wanted, no needed her. The platinum rustled his almost lime-yellow wings, ready to fly after her at a moment's notice. He was no novice now. With a few Flights under his belt, and now at his full-grown length, he was big and he was powerful. Not to mention the best looking dragon out there. A male dragon of physical perfection. With violet eyes locked on Yatavanth, he purred low and deep, his thunderous voice echoing out with a touch of the lust he felt riding on its waves. If you are looking for the best, look no further, beautiful Yatavanth. I will face the odds and fight for as long as it takes for you to see that I am worthy of you.

It was that touch of lust that had T'naen waking with a start. He was a funny sight, with hair tousled from sleep and his eyes wide open, mouth agape. "Thereth! Sharding dragon!" He jumped up from his bed and ran to the door that separated his room from the cavern that housed the platinum, only to find his dragon gone. With a sigh he put his face in his hand before sweeping it up to run through is hair. It was too early in the morning for this. T'naen reached for a shirt and tugged it on, not bother to button more than one button before he grabbed his boots and was out the door. Pulling them on as he half-walked and half-ran to Tam's weyr, he cursed Thereth down the entire hallway. Why did he always have to Chase every female that Rose?

T'naen arrived to see two riders already there, a male and female, with Tam sitting in the middle of her bed like it was a life-raft and there was nothing else there to hang on to. He'd already woken up with his pants too tight, and seeing her sitting there looking vulnerable, like she needed somethingi, made him want her even more, but in a way that didn't end up hurting her. The lust, he knew, was his dragon's. The need to keep from hurting Tam was his own. That probably wouldn't happen, especially if Thereth ended up winning, but he still didn't want to see any pain upon her face. T'naen gave a nod to the other riders and edged closer to the bed, his grey eyes turning dark with his mood.

"T'naen, of Platinum Thereth," he said, just in case she didn't know who he was. T'naen tried to appear pleasant, smiling a little to try and ease her worries. Thereth may be a lustful dragon, and prone to Chase anything with a tail, but he was dragon true to his word and loyal one at that. It might take a few Turns, but one day a dragon would catch his fancy and become the sole object of his desire. T'naen almost laughed at that thought. Perhaps more than a few Turns. The platinum rider imagined he'd end up in a lot more beds before Thereth settled on one female. But aside from Thereth, T'naen would treat Tam with as much care and attention as she deserved if his dragon won. He couldn't guarantee his heart, but she would have his respect.

"May Yatavanth Fly well."

S'ight curled up tighter in his sleep as he tried to get warmer against the coldness of the whole season, not ready to wake any more then Quinhauth. The blue was laying on his back, his position reminding anyone of a canine on its back. His back legs were allowed to hand partially sticking up in the air with his front paws bent over his chest, his left paw under his right. His tail moved subconsciously whenever the gold's moved, as they were resting on his belly, curled up to sleep on the warm hide of a dragon, completely unafraid that he could roll over and crush them easily. They had never known him to roll that quickly, whenever he does move to roll onto his stomach, they are quickly woken when they slide off of him. Firestar was curled under Quinhauth's paws, while Fireheart was in the center of his stomach, her golden form curved inward as if protecting the tiny duckling that was nestled in the curve of her body. It was still a bundle of downy feathers so it appeared very fluffy next to the smooth blue and gold hide of the waterlizard and the dragon.

What seemed like mere moments after they had fallen asleep, the blue and rider started to get the lustful pangs that warned them of a Flight. It was no where near strong enough to be a high ranked female, which meant it had to be a green. Perfect for handsome Quinhauth. The blue's claws unsheathed as his toes flexed, his tail moving around till it finally hit the table and the plates fall to the ground with a loud clatter, though luckily nothing broke. The rider and dragon were both startled awake and the golds scattered off the blue as he rolled quickly to his feet. Feather, the duckling, flapped her wings and landed on a desk clumsily, with Fireheart standing at the bottom, looking up at her with concerned yellow eyes and frustratedly moving frills. Quinhauth looked around with his good eye, turning his head to make up for the lack of vision in his left eye, the memory of Apieth's Flight returning to him as he shook his head, the shake traveling down his length as he shook off the morning chill. Sorry, I don't think anything broke though, the blue said, stretching his head forward and sniffed the overturned table as S'ight got out of his bed.

S'ight. with some help from the dragon, turned to table back onto its legs and placed everything back into place before stretching and looking around. He saw Feather flap down from the desk and waddle quickly to him, and with a sigh he found some bread to give to her. Quinhauth sighed before they heard the call of the green Yatavanth, calling them into the Flight that had woken them with a crash. S'ight looked at Quinhauth, judging him to be a rather large blue dragon and very handsome even with his missing eye. "Go, I will find her rider myself," which would be easy, his instincts were already pulling him toward the other rider like a madget. Quin yawned once more before launching into the skies to find Yatavanth still on the ground, and he circled above her, performing twists and flips while he waited for her to take flight.

I am Quinhauth, lovely Yatavanth, and I am here to woooo and win your ever so important attentions.

S'ight found Tam in the center of her bed with other suitors around her. He could already imagine what fun this Flight, and the actions afterward, could be and a sly smirk appeared on his face as he walked forward, his hips swaying slightly as he resisted the urge to start dancing. The golds had gone to find their breakfasts in the forest or the ocean but Feather was eagerly waddling behind him, sticking to his shadow and close to his heels. The little bundle of feathers didn't know any better, S'ight was its mother as far as the baby was concerned. "Good morning, Tam. I am S'ight, rider of blue Quinhauth," he introduced himself, as he was not sure he had met Tam formally or otherwise yet. He was there now and he had no intention of leaving till the Flight was over, maybe not until the next morning if he was lucky.

“Quit moving, you sharding lizard!” the rider hissed. The brown snickered and pulled his wing again, the frustration on his rider’s face making his eyes light up eagerly. The man glared, face flaring red with anger. “Dammit, you fecking beast! I’m TRYING to get this sharding dirt off your wings! What the hell is your problem!?”

Oh, you have no fun, R’orn. Come on. I’m just playing. Have some fun. Your Dierdith gets boooooored ‘cuz you’re booooooring. The large brown rolled onto his side like some goofy puppy, batting his paw into the air, taunting his rider with words. Not that it did any good. R’orn was a serious man. Dierdith was not. The brown chortled at his rider’s far from amused expression. It was so much fun pulling his strings and making him cringe and growl and bark out like a dog being tantalized with a treat!

”Fine! I won’t clean your wings, you- you- you monster!” R’orn snapped. The brown rolled in laughter, hollering and snickering with glee. ”What’s so funny?!” he barked.

Oh, nothing, you Sour Puss, Dierdith cackled. You’re so no fun though. I was just playing with you. Look at how mean you get over something so silly!

R’orn groaned, defeated by the purpose. There was never a purpose with Dierdith. Everything was a game to him, a joke. ”Faranth, you’re a big-“

That’s what the green said, the coffee brown laughed with a wink.

Then there was that. R’orn ran his fingers through dirty blonde spikes, fingers pressing hard into his scalp. He was about ready to just stomp off and give up on this brute. It was a surprise they had made it this far at all. Dierdith was always so quick to make a joke, to crack a word or two that made no sense what so ever. R’orn turned away, hands thrown in the air. ”I give up,” he cried. ”Do what you want, you fecking brown!” His blue wizzard, Potter, looked up from his comfortable spot on the bed, grunted, and rested his head back down. His pet and that dragon bugged him.

Do as I want, heh? Dierdith murmured, pondering how to answer this request. There had to be something… stepping out to the ledge, the brown tilted out his head, looking around for something bothersome to do. He did enjoy annoying R’orn because of the man’s serious attitude. So something that’d really piss him off…

Beaming, the brown gave a small prance when he saw the glowing female diving towards the corrals. A green! A rider, a fun time! Oooooh perfect. Oh, R’oooooooooorn, darling! the sarcasm flowing off each word sang, ringing annoyingly in the rider’s ears. He hated that call. He hated it already and he didn’t know- oh, wait. Now he knew.

”YOU BEAST! DON’T YOU DARE!” he hollered, chasing after the dragon that had already leapt off.

Sorry but you see, greens need dragons as big as me, not the puny blues.

’You’re small for your rank, you dumbass!’

I wasn’t talking about the size of my body overall, you know. The rider wanted to just plant his face on the wall while the brown happily enjoyed the joke alone. His faded wings and tail twisted slightly to turn him into the corrals, diving straight in to land on a herdbeast below. He looked at the little creature, wiggling ever so slightly before making his kill. He always did like looking at what he was going to be blooding. There was a sort of thrill to see them kick. The brown licked up his muzzle cleanly, stretching out his body so all the faded edges were shown. Wings, neck, and tail, each faded like milky cappuccino to the soft coffee base all around elsewhere. He strutted around some, a silly looking creature that didn’t seem to understand that he looked more like an old-Earth peacock than a dragon. He smirked at the green, not really caring that the competition around him was seeing his goofy dance.

Hello, lady Yatavanth, Dierdith smoothly said. I heard your call. But this Dierdith saw you only had males that are smaller than even a rider’s size! Why, I thought you could see how big a real dragon could be. So, sweet thang, you up for some hunk of dragon?

R’orn slapped his forehead. That dragon didn’t seem to get anything that he was saying, did he? “Hunk of dragon”? Where the hell was the sense in that? Maybe he’d find SOME sanity elsewhere. He was so sick of listening to the cackling hyena-like voice of Dierdith that hearing anybody’s voice was going to be like heaven’s light. Of course, there was always the issue of finding the greenrider. There were so many of them, and so many rooms to bed in when these flights came around, that his muddled instincts went nowhere. R’orn was the most uncoordinated man in the world, if a bit serious. His hazel eyes narrowed as he walked around, attempting to find his way to this unknown place. He hadn’t been here often. He often locked himself in his room because Dierdith was such a flirty and lusty dragon that he took to any Flight he could, green, gold, mutant, whatever. If it could be twined with, he was there. (Honestly it proved to be a bit of a mocking thing when he was compared to other dragons.) But perhaps he could just go with it this one. He hadn’t met this greenrider yet and perhaps with a green there stood a chance. He was sick of having Righty as his only company, and that wasn’t his wizzard.

A little bit better off now that he was rid of that stupid brown, R’orn walked into the weyr, instantly glancing at the other boys- and girls- that gathered. Well… they were sure going to have a hard time with this one. Clearing his throat, the man walked over to the woman, grinning in a sort of smug look. He couldn’t help it! Dierdith was extremely… contagious, to say the least. ”R’orn of brown Dierdith. Nice to meet you.” He bowed slightly, awkward but still keeping his warm hazel eyes on hers. She was pretty. Sexy even. Hell, he actually was kinda approving of Dierdith’s choice this time. ”Best wishes to your green,” he murmured. Okay. Perhaps he owed Dierdith an apology.

Told you! But tell me that after you get laid, mkay?

Fecking monster.

((Best. NPC. Ever.))

NPC J'kal of Scalpeth(Black)

He was glad that Libertas was the way it was. SO many beautiful dragons - so many gorgeous specimens of female-hood. The black stretched out - his frame rippling. Scars catching the light - on his night dark frame. Strippings of grey scars catching the eye and the attention of those around him. He growled low to himself as he kept himself occupied as of the moment. So many flights to be had here - and he wanted ALL of them. He wanted all of the lovely females here.

Yatavanth rises - I believe I shall follow. Her bonded is the woman known as Tam - enjoy yourself. Perhaps she will challenge you? the black whispered to his bonded as he winged off. Landing heavily upon the bowl - as he always did. Muscle weighed more then fat - and this was definitely a muscled dragon. Slim at that, but he was more focused on the glowing green beauty before him.

J'kal chuckled to himself, looking around for his hat, then putting it on lightly as he slipped into his jacket. Humming to himself he adjusted his clothes and made his way towards the weyr of the woman in question. He knew about as much as you could know about the people of this Weyr. As a Healer - that was his job, he helped people - and to do that you had to know them by name. He approached the weyr, and then entered slowly - bowing politely to the woman. "A pleasure to meet you, Tam of Yatavanth, I am J'kal of Black Scalpeth." he said in a pleasant tone.

Scalpeth bugled out his call in response, hissing lightly and then turning his eyes on the other males there. How DARE they think they were worthy of this beauty. Yatavanth, I have come to chase you. Green Star of these turbulent skies. Find me worthy - and you will never find a male more loyal. he cooed to her as he readied himself for the full on chase.

She was dark, despite the glow. Deadly, despite her smaller stature. Rough despite her gender. A green full of contradictions, yet true to the standards of her rank. Folding her wings, she sat back on her haunches, head tilting back as if laughing at them, front paws curling up against her chest. Oh, yes, the chasers had arrived. Not the largest bunch, but they certainly seemed spirited enough. she had known they would come, but despite their energy, she could not yet tell if any of them was worthy enough to be hers. She dropped back down onto all fours, slinking forwards, through cattle carcasses and pools of blood, a red-spattered garter snake searching for it's perfect prey. Slithering along on angular limbs, she stopped in front of the first arrival, a bronze two times her size, maybe more. Eh, who cared? She obviously didn't as she rose up to bump the underside of Whoepolyth's muzzle with the tip of her own, a draconic smirk gracing the length of her muzzle. He was, in her opinion, a handsome devil...and obviously, he was quite large. She could only hope his overall size was reflected elsewhere. She slipped between his legs, sliding around in a manner that could only be described as feline, the tapered end of her tail twining around his neck before sliding away.

You're right, big boy..Poly. An honor indeed. Let us see if you even deserve the chance to ponder over it, you...beautiful behemoth. I cannot wait to see what sort of tricks a big ol' bronze like you can pull off. Ferocity, my tail. You'll have to do much better than that. Dig deeper, honey. Think like a green.

She was gone in an instant, the very tips of her tail lightly smacking the side of the bronze's face. She picked up her pace, slipping along. Her pace was faster now, bouncy as she neared Japeth. Ah, sweet little Jappy. He meant well, he really did. No one else seemed to give the poor guy a second chance, but she could not guarantee anything for her friend. Yatavanth perked up, once again bumping her head against the blue's purple-spotted hide. She was still quite the flirt, though, lingering against him a little longer instead of slipping around him like some half-crazed cat. Don't worry, she cooed, seductive and soothing all at once. They're be no fighting here. Not on my watch. It's a game, Jappy. You like games! And with another light slap, she was off again. A dancer and a child, a snake and a cat, a creature of grace, beauty and unbridled energy, Yatavanth made her way around, pace constantly changing. One minute she could be racing around, and the next she would be taking her time, each step careful and measured as she fixed you in her gaze.

Which is exactly what she was doing to Thereth. Each paw was lifted high into the air, dangerously slow and teasing as she stalked closer. Never once did she look away from him, though she knew others called. Tam was growing impatient, but it could wait a moment longer.

You may think you're worthy of me, Thereth, but we've still got a long way to go and the journey is only uphill from here. You think you're tough, that you're the best? Keeping up with me is not easy, dear. I'd be surprised if you even lasted the whole time.

Even when brimming with lust, she could be a bully. she would keep them all guessing until the very end, picking favorites and then dropping them right when their confidence soared. Oh, this was such fun! None of them had any clue, and it was the most brilliant thing she had ever been witness to, but there was still more business to attend to. Then, she would take flight and the real games would begin.
Heh? So he thought he could win her over with just words, did he? Well, Quinhath had another thing coming to him. just because he was suffering from an injury here or there didn't mean he was going to be able to take it easy. She was upon him in less than a heartbeat, stretching towards his airborne form without ever leaving the ground, snapping at him even as her voice rumbled in obvious laughter. Play your tune, silly blue, but fancy words cannot fool me. I am more..complicated than i look. Now prove yourself right to me. Fancy words do not catch a Yatavanth. One needs a...different sort of genius to play this game correctly.

Finally..two remained and then the party would start. Already, she ached for the end, and it would come oh-so soon. The brown and the black she grouped together, circling them like a predatory animal circles, ready for the killing blow.

Hello, boys. Dierdith and oh...Scalpeth. I hope you two are as...alluring as you seem from a distance. I've always like battle-scars, my black companion. They show me your strength. Let us see how far that goes..and I long to see your preformance, Dierdith. Us like-minded folks..oh, the trouble we could cause. But alas....that is up to fate and fate alone...and maybe a little bit of input from me...ANYWAY...

She crouched down, the took off, racing for the sunrise-stained clouds. She was quick, spiraling upward until the weyr below her was practically invisible behind the cloud-cover. She was off again before any of those silly males could break through the clouds. they would just have to seek her out for as long as she hid.

We fly!
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It did not take long, and she hadn't expected it to.

They showed themselves, one at a time, taking much too long for her taste. She didn't like the rushed feeling Flights gave her, but Yata liked it at a fast pace, and she ended up on the same track whenever the naughty green took to the air. Morning sunlight poured into the room, bringing out honey-colored highlights in her hair, all the while brightening up the room. It took all she had to let a huge, goofy grin show, even as the first chaser slipped in. He was handsome, she could see that and he seemed nice enough...Maybe Yatavanth was pulling in the right crowd for once. His warm, welcoming smile caused a smaller, shy one to spread across her face. she nodded in greeting, and was about to slip of the bed when a familiar blond form nearly knocked her off the bed in a tackle of a hug.

"Elly!" she squealed, throwing her arms around the bluerider even as need throbbed in her gut, burning at her skin. "I'm so glad you came! I didn't know if you were going to, because Jappy seemed so down..but Yata said you would! She was right!" Giggling like a little girl, she looked back over at K'oli, that bright grin finally showing through, as her wide, brown eyes took in his figure.

"Oh yeah." She cooed, slowly disentangling from Eilis's grip. "Every day, random people show up in my bedroom, asking for a good time, and I constantly get tackled by my best friend. Totally a perfectly normal morning." Her head tilted back in a full laugh, and who cared if it exposed her neck for them all to see? They could look if they wanted, she knew they all would. She slid off the bed, and following Yatavanth's example, slipped against him in a cat-like fashion, still grinning up at the bronzerider. She stood up on her toes, hands on his shoulders, and quickly kissed his cheek before slipping away.

T'naen was next, and though she loathed leaving the other two behind, he needed her attention next. Once again, her dragon's actions played out in her. She took her time getting to him, swaying and slowly stepping towards him. Luckily for him, her green's bullying habits had not rubbed off on her. She reached up to trail fingers across his cheek, standing so close and yet so far away. Just enough to give him a taste without letting him have the whole thing. "She always does. Just hope your Thereth flies fast." With a smirk, she bounced off in another direction, towards the second bluerider in the room.

"G'morning, S'ight!' She chirped, draping an arm over his shoulder, her smirk fading into a lazy, lopsided smile. "So glad you could make it..Oh! A duck! You cheater,' she chuckled, removing her arm from his form. "i love cute things, but that's not going to get you what you want. It certainly...helped. Just a bit. but it's all up to the dragon, and she doesn't care much for ducks." Shrugging, she slipped towards R'orn, fixing his hazel eyes in her own. her head tilted to the side as she circled around him, dragging a palm across the space between his shoulder blades before coming to a stop in front of him. "My pleasure, really." Yatavanth seemed to approve of his brown, and she gave the man an appraising look before turning away, eyes sparking with lust-fueled electricity. The blackrider was last.

He bowed, and that made her giggle. "So formal, J'kal. We're all friends here, aren't we?' She patted him on the head, "casually" pulling his hat away to run her fingers through his hair.

"Have fun, boys and girls," She called out, standing in the middle of the small crowd. "i know I will."



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I know i said the ninth, but it seems none of you can wait eleven days for another post, and I really couldn't last any longer either. So to cut this short, and to keep it right within the good old month of January..it's gonna be eight days between each post, since that seems to be all that we can handle. Next post is in eight days, Libbers. XD

The large bronze stared intently at the prize before him, tearing at the frozen soil beneath lethal paws. He needed release, he need to spread his wings and take to the skies.. But a whole other type of release would be in order if he was lucky. A slight grin was spreading slowly across the golden butterscotch tones of his face when the green beauty stirred from her curiously upright position. Whoepolyth watched with slightly wary faceted eyes as the seductive green slunk towards him. He knew what Yatavanth was capable of, but at the same time the urgent tension that was knotting itself in the pit of his stomach. Whatever concerns he had would not be voiced, the dragon could not have turned back now had he wanted to. And turning back was certainly one thing Polly did not do, chasing or otherwise. The bronze looked at the green, incredibly beautiful yet half his size. The dragon nearly purred as he dipped his head slightly to meet hers, her glowing hide brushing against his creamy one. She was a terrible tease.

Whoepolyth cleared his throat quickly, a low, gruff cough like rumble reverberating against his surroundings. She had gone just as quickly as she had come to him, her touch igniting an invisible fire in which the private flames licked at his hide, showing no mercy. Polly turned to watch Yatavanth slink from chaser to chaser, the seemingly nervous blue first receiving words that were heavy with both lust and comfort. The bronze nearly chortled when the Platinum was cut down by the green he wanted to impress. This was not the usual Whoepolyth, this was focused, nearly lust maddened Polly that even his own rider could not predict. A small draconic smile was playing across his mouth as he counted his lucky stars he caught Yatavanth before she felt the need to give some tough love. His wings twitched with hostility and eagerness as the lovely dragoness crouched low to the earth beneath her and pushed away, lifting herself into the sky with such ease that Whoepolyth could only stare after her for a split second.

Polly let another alarming roar tear out of his mouth, but he soon quieted it as he pulled himself higher into the air in pursuit of Yatavanth. He would need all the energy he could muster to keep up with her, the agile green would be able to fly circles against the grand bronze. He would have to rely on his stamina you get him through this one. He eagerly sliced through the air, his hot breath blowing back at his face almost immediately after he exhaled. Whoepolyrg surpassed some of the smaller chasers and succeeded in reaching Yatavanth’s tail tip. He knew full well she could zip off far away from him if she so pleased, but as for right now, Polly was gaining on her. The dragon spared no time for flashy tricks, no, he exhibited only heated focus and concentration.

Yatavanth will find that I will last quite a bit longer than my rivals. Interpret that as you will.


K’oli watched with a small smirk on his lips, he watched as the two obvious friends embraced, and he quickly shooed away the rather unpolite thought that had sprung to his lust-ridden mind. The bronzerider ran a hand through his own hair, the brassy tones shining nearly red in the early morning light. He turned his look downwards, letting to two have their small chat before glancing back to survey the rider he was hoping his bonded would win. She was beautiful, it was quite obvious she was a greenrider. Although that sense could have been the flight entirely, he and Whoepolyth were so in tune at the time that he could nearly feet the soil beneath his fingernails and the thick herdbeast blood slipping down his throat.

Suddenly, like a blow to the gut he felt a wave of need hit him, and he looked up at Tam just as she was looking at him. He stood straightly, his muscular frame clenched tightly.

K’oli’s hands slipped down Tam’s sides as she rubbed against his torso, her face pulled up into a mischevious smirks. A wide, crooked smile was spread pleasantly across his face as she kissed him. This was one of the most pleasant flights he’d attended in some time. Just as suddenly as the urge came, it slipped away as a wave of longing and jealously struck him. K’oli watched reluctantly as Tam rolled about the other rider. He couldn’t get attached, even if that kiss had fired up his desires tenfold. K’oli leaned against the wall and smiled to himself.

Now to wait.

J'kal and Black Scalpeth

The black stretched out - eying his opponents. A bronze, and a few others. The one he worried about was the brown much like himself. He had watched the Green storms flight that had injured the blue. He found that to be a young warrior worth reckoning. His wings snapped out and closed - preparing himself for this beauty of a warrior. Perfect - she would be a perfect mate. His eyes whirled with mating lust as his head came back. He called out his challenge to the skies - as her words stayed wrapped in his mind.

Us that are so alike, will raze the skies in time. I will show my skills to you - in the best way as possible. Hoping you find me a worthy mate. the black snarled out - letting the others know that this was a challenge. He was going to pull out the stops, and he was going to prove things to them. He knew that the blue would have depth perception issues - due to the missing eye. He also knew that the Blue's rider had a mate that would love the play of jealousy from this event. Sneaky little minx had flirted with many a man.

He would prove to all of them - that the best choice was his own bonded. Because who could prove himself worthier - then the black Healer? His head came back as he announced his call to the skies. It was time to fly - it was time to show the world what they were made of. The male was definitely going to make this a flight to remember.

Shall we gents? Let's show this lady the flight of her life. he said sportingly. Then he was off like a flash - taking off from the ground. All night and gray scars. He would pervail.

J'kal smiled brightly to the young thing - the young woman that had the gall to come upon him and take his hat. That hat he had worked so hard to keep in good shape. It's wide brim had only one fault in it, the cut in it's brim from his greatest duel in his life. He gave her sly smile as he reached out lightly to place fingertips on her cheek. That was it - just a gentle fingertip touch. "I'll want that back by the end." He teased as he tilted his head a little. Such sensitive hair he had - and scalp to match. Such a lovely sensation.

"Show us a party."

Dierdith smirked, tail curling upwards at her comments. Finally, a girl that actually understood his jokes! He liked Yatavanth for that reason. The coffee brown lowered himself to the ground like a tiger stalking its prey. His devilish grin and lustful purple eyes said it all. He wanted her and he wanted only her. The long faded neck was stretched, head tilted back as he crooned for her. She was beautiful and smart of mind. She would have him and his arrogance was not helping him. Platinum and brown and blue stood no chance. He was Dierdith, the hunk of brown that she needed. With an explosive take off, she was gone. The brown spread his thin wings and darted into the air after her. His bulkiness made speed his downfall so soon he found her moving away as he fell to the back of the pack. Well, there was more he could do to prove himself worthy of this divine female.

We can dance all we like but this dance is gonna be a tango by the end of it, hey sweet t hang? He twisted right on up, wings feeling better in the air. R’orn’s mind was still heavily connected with his as he dragged the man along, the clouds flashing in the view he gave. This was beautiful and the dark glowing green ahead was only making this a better Flight. He skipped over a blue, smirking as his eyes stayed locked on the girl he wanted. Perhaps if he pulled a few jokes she’d let him come closer.

Hey, babe, maybe you and I can try it human style, if you know what I mean. He knew there was only one way but hey, why not crack the jokes while you could? Unless you like it like a canine.

R’orn groaned not for the need that had curled tight around him but for the awful jokes his dragon gave. Damn that brown for everything. This was why he rarely went with his dragon. Those perverted jokes were awful. Terribly and truly awful. He was jerked away from DIerdith’s images of clouds and Yatavanth by the brush of her hand. Yes, Tam. He followed her with his eyes as she circled him and ran her smooth fingers across his shoulders. He bit down on his tongue as he started to think HE was seeing purple! Not today. Oh, hell, not today. When she walked away, he exhaled quietly but with a great gust of air. She made it hard to be as civil as he was and not as bad as Dierdith was. He ran his figners through his dark blonde hair, nervousness creeping up on him. He did NOT want to be as bad as that dirty brown. He wanted to keep himself sane here!

But he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. R’orn watched her jealously, wanting to walk over and tear her away from this crowd and take her to his bed. Let it stay at that. But no. The consideration was strong and his manners stronger. He was not going to be that bad. He was the good guy for crying out loud! He just decided to watch and wait and pray that he wouldn’t screw this up. Or at least that Dier didn’t. Stupid fecking brown.

Ooh, Yata was so pretty. Japheth couldn't keep himself from staring, even as she just sat there perfectly still. When she walked her steps were graceful and dangerous, a predatory prowl that suited the rising green all too well. But even as she stayed back and waited for more males to show up, she was a stunning sight, so breathtaking for the paint-spattered blue that he wondered what his chances were at winning such an amazing female. Even if he was a stronger, higher ranked dragon, he still wouldn't be worthy. He had always thought Yata was pretty and smart- half of what she said and those jokes she threw around he barely seemed to understand- but there was something about her now, as the lust of her need to mate made her hide glow, that multiplied her beauty.

As she came toward him, Japheth felt his happiness soar. She was paying attention to him, she was going to give him a chance! She was- ooh... His hide grew hot at her simple touch, the bump making his heart flutter and sending waves of desire through his body. She was teasing him, just like she had all the other males but, he still couldn't resist her. Not that he wanted to. A low croon escaped from his throat as she spoke to him, laced with need and a bit of sorrow. Y-yes! I like games, I'll try my best to win the game for Yata... But even so, he still doubted his chances of winning a green like her. Eventually she moved away from him, too soon for his liking, and he had to watch as she went around to flirt with the other arriving males. Bronze and platinum and brown and black- there was only one other blue beside himself, and he was already up in the air, doing flips and tricks for Yata. Ooh, why hadn't he thought of that?

By the time she had crouched down, finally ready for takeoff, his paws had been kneading the grass anxiously. Instinct had told him to leap into the air like that other blue, to stretch his wings in preparation for the Flight, but he made himself wait. Now, as she gave her command and shot into the air, Japheth wasted no time in following. Up he went after the green, pumping his wings quickly to carry himself higher. As she spiraled upward Japheth tucked his wings in and mimicked the move, doing his best to match the inevitably faster and more agile dragon. But even as he did that, he poured on as much speed as he could. He couldn't fall behind the other males, or he would have no chance at all.

Oh no, where did she go? One minute he had been following Yata, and the next she had disappeared. In the clouds, maybe? He let out a distressed sound as the brown passed him by and quickly picked up speed, praying that be wouldn't fall too far behind. He was a blue, so he had to be fast! The world below was long forgotten as he only focused on the flight and his desperation to perform well. If he lost focus, or if he messed up, or if he simply wasn't good enough, he stood no chance. Not for Yatavanth.

Eilís had realized right away, after tackling/hugging her friend, that she had wound up in one of her favorite spots. Really! She had landed with her face right around Tam's chest, which made the hug even better, and if Eilís could of, she would of stayed put right there for the rest of the flight. Of course, that could partially be because of the violet lust rushing through her system but, it could also just be because... well, she was Eilís. But, alas, Tammy had to get up to greet the other riders so, Eilís was left on the bed, pouting. No fair, no faair! Her pouting only increased, too, when she caught sight of her friend laying a quick peck on the bronze rider's cheek. She could feel Jappy's unease bubble beneath the surface of her mind, though, just behind the lust that was putting her mind in a haze, and, she knew it wouldn't help her poor blue if she was pouting. He needed support!

Besides, watching Tamy was kinda fun, too, even if she was talking to other people. (Boys at that, too.) Eilís didn't see her friend acting like this a lot, Yata must of really had an effect on her, tonight. ....Not to mention she had a good look at her from behind but, that was just something extra! Part of Eilís really wanted to chase after the brunette, the same part that had wanted to snuggle more but, the blonde knew better then that. It had been burned into her mind way back when she first got Japheth not to chase after others, etiquette, etc. Sometimes she didn't remember everything.... But she knew the stuff that mattered! So, instead of giving into her head (and ignoring the pulsing heat she was feeling) the woman stayed back, only moving to leave her friend's bed. She would of rather curled up on it but, everyone else was standing up so, she guessed she was suppose to, too!

As she got up to stand, though, she felt a rush of distress from her bonded, poor Japheth. Steadying herself on her feet, the woman gave a mental coo to her Blue, trying to remind him everything was alright. Clouds danced in her head, along with glimpses of a dark hide. You can keep up, Jappy, it's alright! Right. Everything was fine, Japheth would do fine and everything would end up okey-dokey.

...And if he didn't win, (which Eilís would be upset about too, but, it'd be okay), at least they could finish their painting!

Of course though, if things went the way Eilís was hoping, hopefully Tammy would have some paint on her, too.

After all, Eilís wasn't too sure all the paint on her own body had dried.

Thereth rumbled amusingly at Yatavanth, curling his neck into a handsome arch. Then prepare to be surprised, m'lady. No hill has ever stopped me before and it never will. He had energy to spare and having lasted in every Flight he'd ever Chased, including that of a Queen, he was confident that she would not find him lacking. Who would? he thought. He was already perfect. No other dragon there could match him in looks and he was cocky and lecherous enough to think that everyone else thought so too. When she took off, he crouched down and sprung into the air with a powerful leap and a huge thrust of his wings. He may not have been the first, but he sure as shards would make up for it.

Longer wings gave him an advantage to the smaller ranks. He didn't have to beat as often or as hard to keep up. Yatavanth was swift, as was every green, but Thereth made up for it by eat up great swaths of air with his lime-yellow wings. There would be no need to try and outstay every other male like Khae's Flight. No, he just need to keep up so he pushed himself upward as fast as he could go. As he breached the clouds he halted his ascent and looked around. The platinum had momentarily lost her in the cloud cover. His eyes narrowed and he could barely make out a darker blur among the sun-painted clouds. Knowing it was her, Thereth was after her like a shot from a cannon. He wasn't about to lose her again if he could help it.

When Tam walked toward him, hips swaying, T'naen watched her sultry steps with hungry eyes, following her every move. Faranth, how he wanted her. His eyes had already turned their dark, stormy grey when he was arroused and when she reached up to run her fingers across he cheek, he leaned into her touch as his hand slipped forward to brush against her hip. "He will," he replied huskily. "Anything less than perfect is not an option for Thereth." An audible groan escaped him when she moved away and he leaned forward as she left. T'naen was afire from her touch and he wanted to feel more of her. Shard it, Thereth. You better not fall behind. The platinum dragon rolled his eyes mentally but sped up to stay with the others and keep Yatavanth in sight. T'naen's gaze never left Tam as she crossed the room to flirt with the other riders.

He followed her, wanting to stay near, casting the odd glance at his competitors. Already their faces were blurring with black, blue, brown, and bronze. Thereth must really want this female, he thought, if his lust was already reaching such heights. T'naen shifted to ease the discomfort in his pants. Really wasn't the best way to wake up in the morning, unless Thereth actually won. The platinum rider listened as the other riders joked and quipped, teasing Tam with their words and wit. T'naen had never been quick with words. He'd always thought before he spoke, and almost wished he has something as amusing to say. That wasn't who he was however, and he wasn't going to try to be anything but himself. So he waited, silent but watchful as always, letting the other riders have their fun as their dragons Chased the lovely Yatavanth.

(Placeholder for Quin, will edit tonight.)

The clouds masked her from their sights, and she gleefully looped through the air as they struggled to find her. She climbed higher, desperate to keep out of their reach until the very last moment. No one would touch her but the winner, and though they all thought themselves to be the victorious one, the choice was entirely up to her. If she could've had her way, she would've just left them all alone, a cruel trick, but her own instincts would not allow her to pull away. Snapping at the air, she sliced through the cloud-cover, wings , knife-life in the air. Ha! They could chase as fast as they wanted,t hose browns, bronzes and blues, but she would always be that much faster. She twisted to the left, skimming right past Whoepolyth's nose. He was right on her tail, and she wasn't fond of that yer. It wasn't the time, and the multi-colored green dove towards the ground, spiraling before flaring out her wings. Skimming low, she zig-zagged through the skies, obviously enjoying herself more. Yes, her chasers were impressive, but she had yet to truly make a choice and each evading it for a long as she could while her mind wandered over each in turn. The bronze got a laugh in response to his comment, for Yatavanth had taken his words the exact way she always did. Yes, he was doing quite a good job so far.

In a flash she was beating her wings to pull herself higher again, looping backwards, skimming over her chasers, stream-lined and wickedly fast. Scalpeth was there, closer than she had expected him to be, but...ah. It was sign that he was trying so hard to keep up with her. Would it work? Maybe. Then again, maybe not. She liked the unpredictability of a flight, loved the control she had. They were following her like little lost dogs, and she was ready to lead them to the ends of the earth and back again. I hope you're having fun, boys. You know I'm not taking it easy on you. I'm loving every minute...how about you? She sang, her voice a playful purr in their head's, her jaws still parted in the closest thing a dragon could get to a grin. She was tempted to let it end already, her body tiring of flight. Slowly, but surely, the end was coming. Going in no set order, she neared the platinum, tail dragging across Dierdith's muzzle as she passed.

Hold on, hun. I'll be with you...real soon. The brown could take that any way he wanted, but she was all too focused on Thereth. Still so confident, yes, a little too cocky, but at least he had spunk. And he looked nice..but she wasn't going by color and rank alone. She didn't care for those sorts of things. It was personality...ethic..the ability to take a joke and roll with it. Then again, she wouldn't mind curling up with a good-looking fellow and she knew Tam wouldn't complain either way. They both just wanted someone, though Tam longed for more than one night with whoever it was. She snapped at him, playfully, dipping under him occasionally, going from side to side in a weaving pattern so the larger dragon would have no clue where to look first. I can stop you, right in your tracks. Trust me, if anyone's going to end up being surprised, it's you. I've seen every trick in the book, you know...let's see if you can come up with anything fancy, yeah?

Before he could utter a reply, she dove off again, brushing Dierdith with a wingtip. Again, she laughed, spinning circles around him. what fun, what joyous fun! This was the game she always won at, no matter what. She could never loose at this, for she was always the one in control. She knew that if she told them all to fly on their backs, they'd all do it just to please her.

Oooooh. So creative, my brown. We'll just have to wait and see...how well you can dance, yet..even I know not who your partner will be.

Then...there was Jappy. Such a sweetheart, so kind and innocent, and playful. Very playful. Out of all of them, he was trying so hard. It wasn't like the rest weren't but it was so obvious that the paint-covered blue was putting his whole heart into it. From what she could recall, mind slightly hazy from the over-powering lust, he hadn't been all that successful in previous flights. She crooned, hovering over him. So that cry had been him, when he'd lost sight of her. Oh well...she would just have to cheer the blue up a little, to keep him going. Just a little longer, and then they would all know...

Don't be upset, Jappy. I know you can so it, you silly little blue. Oh, the things i could teach you, I just cannot wait! Keep up the good work, and maybe you and I can do a little painting of our own. She dashed away, after leaving the front end unattended. Her wings slammed against the air, but it was obvious that soon enough, her choice would come.

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Elly's embrace had been so warm, so comfortable that she had hated leaving it, whether that was due to the lust or due to the fact that she really like Elly's hugs...the greenrider wasn't quite sure. Whatever the reason, it had been an amazing moment and she was so tempted to return back to it. There was a few seconds between kissing K'oli and leaving him where she had pouted about the broken hug, but his hands sliding down her sides brought her back. She grinned, also loathe to leave him, but as Yata attended to each of her chasers, she had to do the same. J'kal's hat was still in her hand, and she waved it at him from a distance. A few of them were following her around, and she laughed. Oh yes, they would follow. Wherever she want they would be right on her heels, and she enjoyed it. The only ones who followed her around most days were her still-hidden pets, though she swore she could see Chester's glowing gold eyes in the far corner of them room...but yes, she was entirely unused to so much attention, because the time between each flight was just long enough for a person like her to forget.

Ah, the joys of a short attention span.

"C'mon, gentlemen..and oh-so-lovely lady, do follow." she grinned, spinning around to face them. "You won't get anything if you're pressed up against a wall like some of you are...not yet, that is. Who knows? The walls might get some use tonight, because, well...who said beds are the only useful place to be? Probably some boring old hag, and I am far from boring..let me assure you." She grinned, and slipped through them, fingers brushing against body parts, her laughter and infectious grins helping to warm up the room. she tossed her hair back, away from her face, with a quick shake of her head, and maybe it brushed against someone's face...she wasn't quite sure and she wasn't turning back to look.

She ached, tired of waiting for the end, and Yata was growing impatient too. Could they all sense the end, her chasers? did they know how close they all were, that one of them was on the verge of spending the night with her? She looked them all over, though they all seemed a bit muddled. eventually, one at a time, each face sharpened into focus. Some were incredibly familiar, her friends, and others were strangers. She knew each of them well enough, knew some had relationships elsewhere, and that made her a little uneasy. she didn't like waking up alone, but they were all fighting a fair fight, and it wasn't up to her whom she ended up sleeping with. She trusted Yatavanth, though, and knew her green would do whatever she was as right.

The suspense was painful, though, but she kept on smiling.

The time was near.

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Hello, darlings.

For those of you that did post right away, I apologize for making you wait, oh...a week longer than you had to. I was trying to be nice, and was waiting for everyone to finish due to busy schedules, but I knew you all were getting SO very impatient, but you were all so very nice about it. So i posted, and Twi...if you still want in the flight, I can add you in, but if you're too busy to...that's also alright.

Next post has the winner, Libbers!

Despite it all: the fact that he still couldn't catch a glimpse of Yata through the clouds she darted around, the competition of males who all were proving their worthiness of being her mate, and the number of those males who were higher ranked than himself and who- he couldn't help himself thinking- would have a radically higher chance of winning, the blue pressed on. The cold was biting painfully at his limbs and nose, but the need and heat of the Flight kept him going, the ichor boiling in his veins and setting fire in his lungs making the freezing air bearable. Tiredness began to set in his muscles, making each beat of his wings more labored as he worked to keep himself in the race, but determination to work for what he really wanted, even a chance at being with a female like the one he was working so hard at Chasing, made his rising exhaustion the least of his concerns.

It's fun as long as Yata's having fun! He called out in response to her, his heart giving a little skip just at hearing her voice. He finally caught sight of her, the dark green form twisting and twirling in the air as she played with her chasers. Japheth tried to mimic the moves, rolling and diving like she did, a much larger and more blue shadow, but there was little he could do that could match her skill and agility. She was too smart for all of them, too tricky, and she knew it. Dancing around and toying with the males, always staying out of reach, Yatavanth was utterly enticing. Never before had he wanted something so badly, not even in other Flights. Every time a female rose, the want only increased in him, making him more determined and also making it more difficult each time he lost. He watched her flirt with the other males, always dipping away in time before she could be caught by any of them, and more than once Japheth had to remind himself to keep from staring for too long. It wouldn't be good if he couldn't focus on flying, as much as he wanted to just watch Yata and her show. He let out a croon filled with longing and wondered if she would ever make her way over to him.

Suddenly, though, he heard her voice again, speaking just to him, and she was flying above him. How had she gotten there, he wondered? She moved too quickly for him to follow much of the time. He craned his neck to try to catch a glimpse of her glowing hide just as she spoke to him. Oh... she knew that he was feeling sad? Well that wasn't good, he wanted her to think he was tough and strong! He wanted to be just like the other males, even better than them. Would he ever be? Yes, He replied, his voice a thrilled giggle, But pretty Yata should pick the best male, even if it's not me, He added silently, although he couldn't help a wave of sadness at that thought. He liked Yata, even without this burning lust of the Flight taking over his thoughts, but that still didn't mean that he would win. As the green darted away, having stayed for far too short of a time, Japheth picked up his speed and followed after her, feeling new determination to stay as close behind her as possible.

His exhaustion, before only a slight prick in the back of his mind, was now flaring up with each breath and beat of his wings, and he felt the strain of fatigue every time he went higher into the sky. The Flight would end soon, he could tell, and so even more than before he put every ounce of energy he had into zipping past the other males, rolling and turning to find the best air pocket in the sky where the wind wouldn't hamper his ability to fly. Soon, soon hopefully she would choose, and the blue could either feel immensely victorious for the first time in ages, or... he didn't know what would happen if the other possibility occurred. And he didn't think about that, only continued flying, ignoring the soreness in his muscles and the ache in his lungs. He would keep going until the end.

The flight wouldn't last very much longer, now. Eilís could tell, Japheth had been in many flights before, after all. They all had to end at one point and, by the pulsing heat she felt, (alongside what she was picking up from Japheth), the blonde could tell that this one would end soon. Which, in her mind, was good, because, one way or another, by the end of day, she'd be away from these boys. At the moment though, she was stuck in this little room, and even though it wasn't that crowded, Eilís was sure she could feel the heat radiating off everyone else.

Cocking her head as Tam whirled around to speak to them, (her lips were looking really nice, now), the blonde smiled a bit. The jokes flew over her head, which really, was to be expected but, Eilís liked watching Tam speak. Her lips were really pretty and plump and, Eilís could only wonder if they tasted as nice as they looked. She moved forward, after finishing her little speech, and walked through the crowd, brushing by. It was just a brush, a tiny little touch here but, it took everything Eilís had from reaching out and grabbing Tam. She wanted to hug her and bury her head in her hair, because, she looked nice and, really she wanted to know if she smelled just as good as she looked- And she wanted to kiss her too but, that was just the lust speaking, wasn't it?

Eilís could feel the air on her skin, (Japheth), and, suddenly, felt her bonded's exhaustion burn at the back of her mind. Yes, the flight would end soon, if Jappy was this tired already. Yata would pick soon, hopefully, and then maybe Eilís could go see if Tam smelled nice- And, well, if she couldn't, she could just always go back to painting.

But, hopefully she wouldn't have to.

Thereth watched as Yatavanth danced circles around the males, showing off her inherent abilities as a green. The Platinum grinned toothily. He liked her flair. The male watched as she played with the other Chasers before finally turning her attention to him, nearly shivering with anticipation at being close to her, if only for a moment. He wasn't going to try anything so brash as attempting to catch her, not yet. She was lithe and quick, far more than he, and he knew it. Thereth made no attempt to keep track of her for she was far too fast to keep an eye on, so he watched out of the corner of his eyes. He felt the wind of her wings as she dipped and dove beneath him.

Of course, m'lady. What suitor would not stop to avoid crashing into a lovely beauty such as yourself? As for surprises, I myself have seen many feats, but I shall not attempt to impress you with parlor tricks.

No, he would not attempt the sort of stunts that most males with lesser bravado or intelligence would try. He'd go for style, for finesse. When Yatavanth dove, heading the opposite direction to attend to the other males, he pulled up, then flipped almost horizontally and into a double barrel roll that changed his course and had him behind her again. Thereth hoped she had seen him, for it had taken a fair amount of skill. Not every dragon his size could turn on a wingtip or roll without losing one's sense of direction. The Platinum strove to keep up and regain the small distance he had lost. He could feel it, the end nearing. He only hoped that when they reached it, he would be there to fold her into his embrace.

T'naen's eyes followed her around the room as she floated from rider to rider. He moved toward her, every step bringing him nearer. When she brushed past him he snaked an arm out to brush against her mid-drift. Fly Thereth. He encouraged his dragon as much as he could and felt the muscles of his partner strain in reply as the Platinum urged his body to greater lengths. The dark haired rider wished it would end soon. T'naen didn't know how much more he could take. She played and she toyed, making him want her all the more. Every moment he lived for her to come closer so he could feel her, breathe in her scent, see the flush of her skin. He hoped Yatavanth chose soon.

She couldn't take it anymore.

This was torture.

She started to slow, drifting on accumulated speed, wings barely moving. Today was a success for her, and a gift for one other. Though she hated having to pick a winner, because they all did such fabulous jobs, she was satisfied with her choice. Though some would be confused, for she normally went with what everyone would consider the best and the brightest, and her choice didn't exactly go with that norm. Oh, but she was thrilled with her decision, and it was fulfilling in a way to know that it had been a hard one to make. She twisted in lazy barrel rolls and loops, pulling it out for as long as she could, just to tease them. They knew, though, that the time was upon them. To win or lose. To play the game right. Yatavanth whirled around to face them one last time, pushing herself to a height that placed the multi-toned green far above her chasers. She hung there, wings spread out wide, an angel with devil's horns in the sky. She was no saint, but they had all thrown themselves at her as if she, Yatavanth, were some heavenly being.

Nothing felt better than this.

This moment of suspense, where she literally hung there, ready to drop towards the end, the ever-glorious end.

Fantastic job, gents. Spectacular! Sadly, only one of you fares the best.

Drawing it out even longer, she stayed silent for a moment, and it felt to her like a moment too long, but it was just so fun to watch them all squirm. Lazy, long and slow, her call wrapped around them pulling them in and giving them hope because she was still looking them all over. Her choice had been made, yes, but they had no clue who. Not a single inkling on the matter, and she certainly wasn't going to tell until the very last minute.

Until she absolutely had to.

Finally, and there was no doubt that it was exactly that, she could no longer wait. the fun of teasing them was over and it was time for a whole new kind of fun to begin.

Not to say that you all won;t fare well later on, and there's always more chances with me. So don't you all go fretting, you silly little boys. Silly males. Big and strong and all so perfect. I'm impressed with you all, but only one has made a true mark on me. So much effort, so much heart.

Lazily, she started to drift in her chosen's direction, tail brushing past the ones she had not gone for, but soon she was a bullet speeding toward him, laughter filling the air as she spun circles around the blue.

There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there, my dear, sweet Jappy? So innocent and kind, but nothing a little time with Yata can't fix. You won the game, my boy. you charmed me and you've caught me. Come and get it.
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If this didn't end soon, she was going to burst.

Or collapse.

Something along those lines.

Shaking her head, wishing to clear it from it's lust-fueled fog, she ran shaking fingers through her hair. she wasn't scared or nervous. No. She had been through this sort of thing so many times before. It was the building pressure, and she wanted it out and gone. Wanted new feelings. Arms around her, someone to hold her, someone to make it all better, even if only for one night. even if she wanted longer. So many choices, a shaking and a tremor. Her heart beating so fast and loud that they could all hear it. Tam paced around her room, avoiding their touches now, emotions flashing across her face, changing from playful grins to worried frowns to frustrated grimaces.

Hurry, Yata she begged, ready to buckle under the weight. i don;t care anymore, who it is, just choose!

and choose she did.

A slow smile warmed her face, the pale pink of blush covering her cheeks, so she turned away. they couldn't see it. She didn't want them to know, because if she looked, she'd look right at the winner and the surprise would be ruined. Ruined, but perfect..she still wanted it to go on, though. Her fingers weaved together, held to her pounding chest, but she couldn't help but grin. That green was a genius, oh yes she was.

So smart, so clever.

Finally, she turned to them again and started to weave her way between them, slipping behind their backs, brushing against a few in a copy-cat attempt of her dragon's final move. Eventually, it was announced, and she came up behind her, the only other woman in the room. Slowly, her grin still plastered upon her face, she covered the bluerider's eyes with her hands, her lips right against the blonde's ear.

"Guess who."



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Choice made, Libbers!

I didn't get many posts from you all, and I had to get it done before the month ended! I'm so sorry for the folks who couldn't get their last posts in due to busy schedules and such. i really am and I feel like i didn't give you all enough of a chance...but I had to choose. There's only...two days left in January, and I needed to wrap it up to get the marks in, sooooo...SORRY! Really sorry. I'll make it up somehow, I promise.

Congratulations to Yellow and Syd. I know this is a big thing for you two, and thanks to you both AND Silver for posting to the very end. I owe you three so much! Love you guys.

It was a coin-toss, because i'm terrible at making decisions. Flipped it three time.

Silver claimed Heads, so Syd got Tails.

It was two tails and one heads.

Thank you everyone and great job!

He couldn't take it much longer. Each beat of his wings brought him further into the air, closer to Yata, but she was still too far away, impossible to catch no matter how much he wanted, or needed to. Yes, needed to, because now, as the Flight dragged on to its final stages and his exhaustion bared down on him, he was at the peak of desire. Now came the moment she would choose, he realized as she started to slow and perform lazy, but always still perfect, loops in the sky. And either he would come out victorious over the other dragons, as impossible an idea as that sounded, or he would come out with nothing but a confidence only a shadow of what it used to be. He did not have a clear idea of when he had started to doubt himself, doubted his abilities and felt less than his usual self. But now was when he needed all of that, if there was any hope of winning the green over. Because he needed this, more than anything he ever had before, in order to get that back.

Fantastic job, gents. Spectacular! Sadly, only one of you fares the best.

Ooh, that couldn't be him, could it? Japheth crooned out to her, at a loss for anything to say that could possibly change her mind. It wouldn't be fair to the winner, who undoubtedly deserved her better than he did. Perhaps that bronze or the brown, she seemed to like him... The blue crooned again, reaching out to his rider for comfort. I don't know if I'm gonna win, Elly, I don't know... This had been a bad idea, he knew, he should have just stayed back...

And then she spoke again, and Japheth had his violet eyes trained on her, retaining one small flicker of hope that it had been him she'd chosen. Why would she choose him, he wondered? But still, that couldn't keep him from hoping. Always the optimistic, cheerful blue, holding on to that hope and clinging to the support given to him by Elly. There was still a chance...

She started to move then, dropping slowly at first as she made her way past the males. He watched her, and after a moment it almost seemed like she was heading toward him. But that couldn't be right, could it?

There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there, my dear, sweet Jappy? So innocent and kind, but nothing a little time with Yata can't fix. You won the game, my boy. you charmed me and you've caught me. Come and get it.

Oh... oh! That was him! Yatavanth's laughter flowed through him, so beautiful, but he did not comprehend what her words meant until she was rocketing toward him, too fast to only have been passing by. He was shocked, not knowing what to do because the last thing he had expected was for her to choose him as a mate. But as Yata flew circles around him, her voice filling him in its teasing, humor filled tone, something changed in him. His laughter joined hers, and he followed her as she flew around him, feeling like a young hatchling playing with his clutchmate again. He could catch her, he knew he could! And he did, he grasped her shoulders as he pulled her close to him and twined their tails together, and then they fell. Japheth let out a soft croon as he nuzzled her neck, feeling happier than he had felt for too long. Thank you, Yata.

He was himself again.

Eilís could feel it now, the lust and exhaustion burning all throughout her mind now, no loner just a little prick as it had been before. Japheth was tired, really tired, so, Eilís knew that Yata would have to choose soon. That would be nice, because she didn't know how much longer she could last like this. This want, no, need for Tam was like an itch that just wouldn't go away. And Eilís, well, Eilís needed to go away, and soon. She couldn't take it anymore, not like this, anyway. Had the flight lasted any longer, really, she would of started to whine, because, well, that's what she did when she got impatient or uncomfortable. She groaned and whined like a little child, which, she really acted like a lot. Except, she couldn't act like a little kid tonight- not that she did it on purpose but, Tam may like serious people, like some of the boys here so, she'd have to act better, for her. But, it was haarrdd and, then again, Eilís didn't really know how to act non-Eilisy-

Her thoughts, which had turned rambly, were disrupted, as her current object of desire, (whether from lust or not), started to move about. She could hear Japheth whine in her mind, which made her nervous, for a second there. No no, you'll do fine Jappy! Don't give up!~ There was a slow, unnerving pause in their bond, as Tam seemingly vanished but, it went away soon enough. A broad grin began to spread across the blonde's face as she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes, and, the grin only grew as she heard who spoke. ”Guess who.”

”Tammy!” Reeling around, the woman gave a happy squeak, and pulled Tam over towards her, snuggling her face into her chest. ”I really wanted to do that~!” Giggling, the blonde cocked her head, smiling up at Tam. She leaned forward, for just a moment, before planting a quick peck on the brunette's lips, before pulling away and giggling once again.

”But I wanted to do that more~”

Yeah, she really did.

( Shitty post ahead, and I'm sorry)

NPC J'kal and Scalpeth

The man watched her with a smirk plastered on his face. Yes the peak of the flight, he could feel the lust busting through him as he followed her with his eyes. Then with his movements. Long legged and liquid danger. He enjoyed a good chase, a partner that challenged him, and this little greenrider was doing just that, doing all of that. He could feel Scalpeth in his mind - urging him on, just as he was doing the same for his dragon.

His eyes continued to follow her as he followed her every move. Not caring about the other men in the room. "Yes, let us see how this goes. Would you like me to show you what I can do - little bird." He whispered to her as he growled low in his throat. This was the time - this was the place.

Scalpeth felt the lust rise, listened to the sweet greens words. He would prove it to her, beyond a shadow of a doubt. He was the warrior for her. Every move he modified for his build, and put as much flare into the movements as he could. Every twist and turn - and every flare, he added all of his masculinity and warrior aligned nature towards. Showing her that he was the perfect mate.

He almost felt no strain, but it was sneaking on him like a thief in the night. He hoped she chose soon, and just as those thoughts passed through him she began to make the climb into the sky. He pushed himself up - spinning his body as he followed her. He would win her - and he would show her what a true Warrior could do.