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!
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."
------------------------------------ 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