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Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« on: January 18, 2018, 02:07:45 AM »
The wind whistled through the entrances of Weyr and Hall, occasionally being swept up and up, through smaller holes in ceilings and floors, screeching as it made it way back out into the sky once more. It was one of those days that made flying simply... uncomfortable. Even thick rider leathers couldn't deter the cold of the day when paired with such severe winds. Of course, it would be an even more horrible day for a flight. But isn't that just how Utaith likes it? Difficult.

J'sen and Utaith, whilst grounded as usual, had also been off the roster for potential callouts from the rest of Mountain Wing. With the green so close to her once a turn flight, it wouldn't bode well for them to be caught out on the main continent with only a single wingmate nearby. It wouldn't be the worst thing, and J'sen probably wouldn't complain. But there was no way Utaith was ever going to be satisfied with a small turnout. After all, the boys only had the opportunity once a turn, they better be turning out in droves.

With the noise from the wind, it was likely that most of the Weyr had started their day a little earlier than usual, choosing to simply get up instead of forcing themselves to sleep through the racket. J'sen was one of them, preparing a final part of an assignment for W'sar and B'lye, at the small table in his Weyr whilst Utaith was still asleep.

A brief glance at her ledge, showed J'sen that her tail was twitching violently, her wing muscles starting to shake a little of their own accord. Here we go...

And suddenly Utaith was awake, eyes bright and flashing at him. I want to fly. She entreated at him, punctuating the end of her words with a hiss, but not moving towards the edge of her ledge just yet. It had taken turns to break Utaith of her normal flight pattern, to protect her more delicate wings after their accident, but now she was very much familiar with the deal. She could fly... when she was allowed to fly.

J'sen paused for a moment, but didn't let her suffer much longer. Be safe my love. And he rushed to the edge to watch her dive off the ledge, graceful in her descent despite all that may be affecting her. He wasn't going to remind her to hold back, to stop when it got too much, when she felt her muscles tearing, because he knew that it was likely a futile effort. Utaith would be caught when she was snatched from the air, certainly not any earlier.

Her cry to the males was wordless, the wind sweeping her roar through the tunnels and caves, and whistling high-pitched tones back at her.

Spoiler for OOC:
Utaith is Queen.

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« Last Edit: January 18, 2018, 02:11:19 AM by J'sen »

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2018, 01:41:09 AM »
As if this day could get any worse. It hadn’t even really started, and yet it was already dismal. The wail of the wind streaked through the Weyr, sending chills down the spine like nails on a chalkboard. It was definitely atmospheric, and some might revel in the energy, given the wind seemed practically alive in the early winter morning. Then again, some were more high-strung than others. “Never figured I’d miss just plain old quiet,” said the sleep tousled Bronzerider to no one in particular.

Nerenith, his dark hide blending into the ledge thanks to the still dark sky, rumbled his assent, but unlike his rider, who was putting on clothes to start the day early, he hadn’t given into the elements. He wasn’t going to get up any earlier than usual just because of a little wind noise. This Bronze wouldn’t have his morning relaxation sullied for any reason…

Other than perhaps a Green roaring challenge into the screeching air.

Interesting…

Finally moving from his traditional sleeping pose, eyes bright as they looked over the scarred dragon rising into the Weyrbowl, Nerenith mulled over his choices. He did want to fly. He did. It would probably be the only thing even remotely enjoyable about the morning, even if the actual flying itself would be painful… he hadn’t even stretched yet.

But then again, what more perfect morning to prove his skill. It wasn’t like he had been particularly challenged by anything of late, and the colder months grated on the large Bronze’s nerves with their lack of warm, sunny mornings. Plus, having to wait in their weyr while T’stann started his day and while other dragons met each other in competition, was not in Nerenith’s nature. Watching others fly this morning would be far worse than the whistling wind to his rider.

Utaith flies, I will meet her in the air. Are you riding down with me or walking yourself there?

Straitening from pulling on his trousers, T’stann rose an eyebrow, before moving over to look out the ledge. “Well… I’ll be. Should be a fun challenge on a day like this,” said T’stann while he quickly climbed a giant bronze leg. Still groggy from lack of sleep, the Bronzerider spent the spiral down towards the lower weyrs trying to get the crust out of his eyes and stretching out his sore jaw muscles from grinding his teeth at the wind.

T’stann didn’t spend any time running the name Utaith through his head, not that he spent a lot of time working with retired Mountain riders. As such, it was somewhat of a rude awakening for him to come face to face with the already completely awake J’sen. The abruptness of the realisation that Nerenith had left him with a male Greenrider had his jaw muscles tighten all over again.

Bastard.

An amused snort was all that met T’stann through their dragon bond.

T’stann may have stared at J’sen for longer than necessary, trying to come to grips with everything and weighing his options to see if there was any way out of the situation. But eventually, the Bronzerider straightened uncomfortably and gave an amicable smile. “Good morning,” he said. Polite, and charming, if distant.

Flights are flights, these things happen. Didn’t mean T’stann had to be all friendly. Just polite enough to not cause… much… offense.

Opening his mouth to say something else, before quickly closing it again with another tight smile. T’stann took up residence leaning against a wall. Pointedly looking back out over the Weyrbowl. Hopefully the other riders would be more… suited… to this kind of flight and he could be overlooked. T’stann really didn’t want to be rude, he didn’t like to be as a rule, but a male Greenrider?

The day had definitely got worse.

Not in Nerenith's mind. As he pushed hard with his dark wings, riding up after the spotchy green hide, Nerenith crooned in his low baritone voice. A stark, warm contrast to the wailing of the wind. The croon carried an air of confidence and excitement. It said "I'm coming."
« Last Edit: January 19, 2018, 02:13:48 AM by T'stann »
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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #2 on: January 21, 2018, 03:06:57 PM »
J’dan hated winter. Not only because it was cold on the island, no matter how many people wanted to compare it to the frost that bit at Fort, but because he got clammy, had to fight off a persistant sniffling chill that chased at him through the season, and really... It’d just be better once it was warm.

J’dan hated being sick and it never failed, ever, that once things started to get cold and miserable, so did he. The island was no exception. He was wrapped up in a mess of furs, grumbling to himself about Jungle’s early rising time with Brynioth, who didn’t much like the cold either, when the Bronzie spied the Green.

A green takes Flight. Maybe that’s what we both need? The Bronze stood, wings clamped along his body, but he was already heating at the prospect. Even if the thought of chasing in the cold wind wasn’t so thrilling... Still.

It would be a nice distraction for both him and J’dan.

If he could get his Rider out of his bedfurs.

It’s either get out of the furs for the Flight or for the Wing. the Bronze added.

J’dan cursed, rubbed at his cold nose, then dressed faster than most. He hated it all. //Get going,// he said with little ceremony, then thought to add, //Who’s weyr am I going to?//

Brynioth didn’t need much prompting. The chill wind bit at his outstretched wings as he took flight, relying on the pump of adrenaline and eagerness to warm him instead. He answered as he neared the green. It is Utaith.  His dragon’s memory was pretty good for a dragon, but that didn’t mean he knew everyone in the weyr. Rolling his eyes a little, J’dan contented himself to wandering the tunnels until he picked his brain for who that might be.

The weyr wasn’t that big and he had a pretty good idea of who most of the riders were. Certainly everyone in his Wing. Most of those in Beach and Prairie. Must’ve been someone in Mountain then, since the name didn’t immediately ring a bell.

His Bronze took pity on him and showed him where the weyr was. //How kind,// J’dan said by way of answer.

Though the image was from outside the weyrbowl, J’dan wasn’t some newly impressed weyrling. He could figure it out easily enough and found his way to the Green Rider’s weyr. The male green rider’s weyr.

He stood just inside, fully dressed because damn the cold, before he shifted inside along with the others that would chase. He couldn’t help but want to win. A flight was a flight. Brynioth’s desire to claim the Green after her challenge was issued burned through him, warming J’dan more than his leathers ever would. Making them a bit tight around his waist. But he didn’t start pulling of his clothes like he might if it were hotter. Instead, he stood off to the side, flashed J’sen a smile, and waited.

It could be worse. They could all be outside, in the wind. At least it was just his dragon.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #3 on: January 21, 2018, 07:44:53 PM »
The howling and rattling of the wind had been enough to wake even N’syn from his usually deep sleep, making it impossible for him to return there no matter how deeply he might bury himself under his bedfurs. At last, giving up and rising early to go through the motions of looking over his gear for the day, he’d pushed the covers back and hissed blearily at the cold. Fort Island was supposed to be warm and tropical, like the south—what business did it have being so damn chilly this morning?

Even Tialden and Tiaris were reluctant to get up, and Tasuroth sat huddled inside the protective shelter of their weyr, unwilling to venture onto the bare ledge when the weather was so sour. With such a subdued atmosphere surrounding them all, N’syn could tell today was going to be a long one:  all full of poor weather and probably poorer tempers to accompany it. Grumbling as he started to get his gear ready, with Tiaris fussing as the Brown helped him lay it out, he was less than thrilled at the prospect of whatever tasks would lay ahead of them.

So it was something of a surprise when he felt Tasuroth get to his feet and move toward the exit. His dragon was being drawn by something he would deny even the wind for, drawing a curious glance from N’syn. “What is it?”

A Green is calling, he rumbled in return, and craned his neck back over his shoulder to look at N’syn with eyes steadily straying into the purple of Flight Lust. I’m going to chase her.

“In that wind?” N’syn’s voice was a growl, but ultimately he sighed and set down his leathers. There was little point in going through the effort of putting them on if they’d just be coming off again. “Who is it?”

I don’t know her name, but does it matter? That Tasuroth didn’t know her name wasn’t much of a surprise. With as many Greens as there were in the Weyr, and more graduating every turn, it was no surprise he couldn’t keep track of them all. That, and the Brown had never had much of a memory for names anyway.

“You’d better not leave me here,” he threatened, sensing as the Brown’s muscles tensed and shifted in the anticipation of taking to the air. Moving over to him, N’syn managed to hoist himself up onto the dragon’s back. It made his right arm burn with the exertion of it—getting up onto Tasuroth without his straps had become a far more serious endeavor ever since the Hunter attack that had claimed most of his left arm. He’d probably regret it later when his muscles ached fiercely, but it was still faster than walking to whoever’s weyr the Green belonged to.

When have I ever left you behind? Patient, the Brown waited until N’syn was seated securely and then stepped carefully out of the weyr to the ledge so he could take off.

Mercifully, getting down again was much quicker than getting up—if even less graceful, were that possible. Little more than a clumsy but controlled slide down Tasuroth’s shoulder, it meant N’syn landed hard on his feet, making him grit his teeth. But it could have been worse. After a breath, he moved away from the Brown with an absent pat to the dragon’s shoulder and stepped into the Green rider’s weyr.

That the rider was another man didn’t bother him at all—but it did amuse N’syn a bit to see at least one familiar Bronzer there, tilting his head to J’dan in a silent greeting. Some Bronzers he knew didn’t participate in such Flights out of principle, regardless of whether gender mattered to their dragons out of Flight Lust.

Tasuroth himself rose into the wind again, his size keeping him from getting buffeted around as a smaller dragon might. Since the Green herself had not called to him in words, he didn’t respond with them either:  instead purring to her as he ascended with the other males intending to give chase.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #4 on: January 25, 2018, 06:55:22 PM »
J'sen was slightly surprised to see what he believed were some bronzers of the Weyr, their names were a bit lost on him, as it wasn't often that he had the time, or the want, to associate with those outside of his wing. It was the brief glimmer of recognition, and the swell of pride from Utaith that confirmed that there were, at least some bronzers awaiting their chance.

The brownrider he briefly recalled from his sparse visits to the healer hall, but once again, names escaped him. Not like it mattered in all honesty, J'sen hadn't really been the kind of person to want for a partner to hang around after a flight if they weren't interested in it, even if Utaith enjoyed the attention. That was the benefit of bronze riders however, they were always incredibly reliable with their intentions.

Nonetheless, even if half of them didn't want to be there, J'sen did have a reputation to uphold, and that was one of joviality and welcoming, so he gave them all a bright smile when they entered. When each seemed to have made themselves as comfortable as they could leaning against walls and poles, he chose to pull out a chair and settle himself.

It was good timing too, as Utaith took that moment to spring higher into the air, twirling away from her assembled chasers, and J'sen would have shook on his feet had he been standing. Her body had only moved slightly to the side, into an updraft which she had careful placed so near to her, and it pulled her body up and up, wings tight against her side allowing her to spin with the whirling of the wind. The strain to keep her wings in against the tug of the draft was painful, but it didn't worry her in this point of time, the fire in her joints only feeding the flames.

When she had gained sufficient height, she allowed the winds to pull her forward, only occasionally pumping wings to gain a bit of speed, or to align her progress where she wanted. For now, she was keen to test their pacing, see how well they were able to tame the wind and catch her.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #5 on: January 28, 2018, 12:32:53 AM »
On the up side, J’dan couldn’t really feel sick when he was going to be so caught up in his dragon. Things were looking more and more in his favor for giving the go ahead to join this Flight. It was certainly going a long way in putting Brynioth is high spirits.

Thunder and Buzz, his two doting flits, were quite the opposite. While they couldn’t very well follow him into another Rider’s weyr – especially during a Flight – they were quite thrilled with the wind and the promise of runnershit weather. Thunder wanted to flap about in it and let the wind carry him off and Buzz was only too happy to chase after the larger flit.

With so many in high spirits floating around in his mind, it was easy for J’dan to give himself over to Brynioth’s desire to chase and win. Wouldn’t that just make the morning for his rider?

Well. If it’d been a lady rider, sure. But he could excuse the fact that Utaith was bonded to a man and take the delay in getting on with a miserable day for what it was. Any extra time J’dan could get in furs today, he’d gladly take. Man or no.

Brynioth wasn’t the biggest bronze by any stretch, but he was a Bronze and he was a Jungler. He knew how to fly and he’d consider himself quite skilled in the air for his bulk. Bigger still than some of the Browns that gave chase, Brynioth caught the rough wind and used that to help give chase after the Green. He had plenty of experience being led around by a Green – they certainly could carve a path through the jungle better than he could – though he pushed himself to go after her with the intent to catch, not just follow. Unable to help himself, the Bronze did thrum his want of her into the air. A deep sound that, when the gusts of wind did let up a little, would likely carry to her.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #6 on: January 30, 2018, 10:51:24 PM »
Wa’by woke up with a lurch in his stomach akin to that feeling one got after a particularly rigourous bout of drinking the night before, donger ragin’ for a root and a fogginess to his thoughts that was just the wrong side of disorienting. It took him longer than it should have to unfuddle his thoughts enough to realise that a headache was suspiciously absent from his usual hangover symptoms, as was the hulking lump of a blue dragon that was usually there when he woke.

The crook feeling in his gut wasn’t fading, and the rumble of amusement as Vicith found another buffeting gust to push him closer to the green who was rising did nothing to allieviate Wa’by’s concern.

“Oi! Bloody wanker, get your oversized rear back here and take me to the fuckin’ weyr would ya. Fancy leavin’ me ‘ere all alone like a dunny hole out woop-woop.” He growled towards the open space that was Vicith’s weyrledge, knowing full well the dragon would hear him as he scrambled for something to protect him from the bite of winter.

He wasn’t the sort to chuck a wobbly over Vicith’s innate desire to be right in the middle of the not-quite-as-dangerous storms that attached their island, but leaving him high and dry when there was ugly bumpin’ on the tabe? He wasn’t gonna let that stand.

Not like I need you there to be able to catch Utaith. Vicith responded with an infuriating matter of factness. Had the icy-blue hide not appeared on the ledge at that moment, he would’ve gotten an earful of what was what.

As it was Wa’by gave him a not-so-affectionate slap as he swung into a position where he would be able to cling to Vicith until he was dropped off, the rush of cold wind and the realization that they were heading to the weyr of a mountainrider bolstering his mood enough that he was somewhat cheerful when Vicith dumped him into the room.

The mood change was enough to cause a grinning laugh as he identified a few bronzers among the gathered riders. There was no doubt telling who ruled the roost in their weyrs… At least as far as this chase was concerned. Not that he ever worried about who it was that belonged to the dragon Vicith chose to chase. He did hover a little between J’sen and a couple of the Bronze riders he knew fairly well, eyes twinling as he gave his ex wingmate a short nod of greeting before glancing sideways at the closest bronzer.

Only one of the riders in the room would get to roll around in the furs with J’sen, with the rest needing to find another way to get rid of their post-flight tension… And Faranth knew he would try to convince a Bronzer to lie with him, if only to take the piss out of them at a later date. With a Blue dragon to his name and not a green, it wasn’t often he got to entertain such … variety.

Ahh but that was a thought for later… Utaith was not one to be woo’d into being caught, but that didn’t mean Vicith stood no chance against the larger dragons. There was still the possibility of outmaneuvering the other dragons, and so far as his equally ranked brethren, Vicith was one of the larger ones. So just the browns and Bronze’s to compete with really… Considering the winds, though, this would prove to be yet another flight where he was as excited to catch the green as he was to fly unrestricted against buffeting winds.

Wa’by’s stubborn sleep in hadn’t seemed to hinder Vicith’s chances either, a handy updraft giving him that little bit of extra lift to be able to join the males as Utaith began to properly take flight. His wordless rumble joined that of the other males giving chase, though he did not muscle his way through the winds like they would. He was better suited to matching the greens moves, though his agility leant towards being better suited for impressing those females who would choose their mate as opposed to those who would fight for every wingbeat in the air.

So Vicith let the wind aid his flight, but did not give himself to it like he would other greens, it would mean more energy expended, but raised his chances at catching her. He would conserve energy where he could to make up for it, and so refrained from his usual acrobatic displays, instead trying to keep his turns as tight as possible, hoping to undercut the larger dragons and ultimately slip in using the attention they would draw as a distraction.

It was something of a strategy… now it was just a matter of making sure his wings could keep up with the effort.

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Sorry for the delay @Inki but Wa’by’s up now. If nothing else I have managed to post xD

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #7 on: January 31, 2018, 02:19:35 PM »
 If it came down to a burst of energy that would catch the pretty Green, then Tasuroth was confident of his chances. Bolting past even larger, faster dragons was his specialty, and one of the things that had served him well in fights against Hunters too:  when motivated, his bursts of power could be enough to rival much larger Browns, and even some Bronzes.

But endurance? That was not so much his bailiwick. So in fighting the wind, against a Green whose personality he didn’t know, the Brown did his best to conserve his energy. Catching updrafts to chase after Utaith, he kept his maneuvers to the minimum, only adjusting with a tilt of a wing there, the sway of his weight carrying him through the air in search of more advantageous eddies in the wind. Other contenders doing the same thing was no surprise—this did not seem the day for flips and turns and twirls. Rather, their worth would be measured in their ability to adapt to the changing conditions—attempting to be flashy would only put them behind.

Well, it would put Tasuroth behind, at least. With his bulk, sacrifices had been made to his agility.

A particularly strong gust of wind pushed him dangerously close to another one of the males, and he had to tuck his wings close to spin away again, angling beneath them to avoid fouling up both of their wings. A narrow thing, the spin made N’syn’s stomach drop, experiencing Tasuroth’s last-minute change with the intensity that only Flights could bring.

//Watch out,// he grumbled, but without heat. Tasuroth didn’t even bother responding, simply flaring out his wings again to rise after Utaith once more—but only after he was completely sure he would not be buffeted into the competition he’d narrowly avoided running into already.

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Whoever wants to can be the dragon he almost ran into. Or it can be an NPC. Live your dreams. 8D

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #8 on: February 05, 2018, 04:08:23 AM »
The nimbler dragons around Nerenith dove into the wind to drag themselves up to the Green. If the dark hided Bronze had been watching, he would have snorted in distain. He didn’t know Utaith, not really. He only knew her name because T’stann put so much energy into learning the names of everyone to make sure he seemed impressive when he remembered them, even after turns of barely seeing each other. To Nerenith, a Green needed to be impressed, he wasn’t planning his strategy on dragging her out of the clouds as would have been more obvious to those who knew her.

Instead, he planned to be impressive. He would have normally said he didn’t need to try to do that, but flights were all about pulling out all the stops. Forgoing the energy saving draft, Nerenith flapped hard, driving his Bronze body into the sky by pure strength and will. He didn’t even consider the need for energy saving, after all, she was an injured Green, and he was a Bronze.

Surely, she’d be more impressed by his display of strength?

T’stann chuckled in their joined minds, if she isn’t, you’ll tire even before the Blues.

Even this won’t shut you up? An annoyed Bronze replied in his deep, acerbic tone, momentarily distracted by his rider just as the Brown Tasuroth almost pushed into him.

The Brown's twist would have saved them, but Nerenith wasn’t ever the kind to trust others with decisions that could hurt him. Flaring out his own wings with an angry hiss, he let the same wind gust push him further back, before pushing up and out of the flurry.

T’stann came pushed off the wall to his feet with the swift flood of anger that absorbed the dragonpair for a moment. But as the Brown sped off, the hook nosed rider added with a hint of vengefulness, better just beat him to the Green, not worth losing the flight over a Brown. Untensing his muscles one at a time, T’stann returned to his lounging on the wall while Nerenith just growled and pushed up. 

At least he was one of the larger competitors, possibly the largest at his quick glance over the other competitors. His wingspan and lengthy wingsails allowed him to gain ground on the Green as she rose with the wind. If she dove, he wouldn’t respond as fast as the others, even that clumsy Brown, but Nerenith was a little too annoyed (a lot too annoyed) to think that far ahead at this point. His focus narrowed on the Green, spurred on by spite along with lust that tunnelled his vision, and worldview.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #9 on: February 19, 2018, 05:24:14 PM »
Utaith bugled a mocking laugh as a quick glance behind her brought her attention to the near miss of Bronze and Brown. Whilst she mocked them for their inability to tame the wind as she was, the green was slightly impressed by the quick thinking of both dragons to avoid collision, and, it had to be noted that both returned to the chase. Slightly behind their previous positions, but not giving up the chance for her affections.

Good.

Pulling higher and higher into the cloud cover before levelling out, Utaith took the opportunity to look behind her. Some hadn't been able to keep up, smaller dragons, untested ones, but quite a few still remained for her to test. A check in all of their boxes for now. Let's see how the boys dealt with this?

A swift change in temperature told her of the downdraft ahead of her, and flipping wings onto her back, she dove. Diving perpendicular to the ground at a terrifying rate, bugling a challenge to her chasers to follow if their dared. The howling of the wind preventing her from hearing their coming, dulled her senses as to their location, and she simply let herself be taken away by the sensation of freefall. Condensation building on her hide. The ground started to get closer in front of her, and eyes, purple and red with lust and challenge, closed itself to the sight.

J'sen for his part, as taken in by his green's flight, managed to find himself enough to speak through their bond, instead of out loud. Utaith... He said warningly, as the ground rose closer in his own vision.

And suddenly, Utaith's wings flared, pulling her out of her dive in a long arc, the strain on her joints sending a piercing slash of pain through both her and J'sen. And in his Weyr, J'sen sat down heavily, although he hadn't realised he'd stood. The dive was difficult enough, even for a green with such a low body mass, but for the larger males? Well, she wouldn't be surprised to hear the satisfactory thuds of a few dragons too taken in to pull out of their dive quick enough.

Spoiler for Hidden:
This flight is open until the end. So don't worry if you didn't get a post in this time around. One post will make your dragon applicable for the randomisation.

Length: 23.6m ~ Height: 4.5m ~ Wingspan: 40m

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #10 on: March 15, 2018, 09:58:48 PM »
The hiss that emerged from Nerenith had nothing to do with the blooming ache that was starting in his wings, that was easily ignored through all their years of flying through tiredness and worse. He couldn’t exactly ignore that the Green had chosen to do exactly the opposite of what he wanted. If dragons believed in Murphy’s Law… no, he would still have vehemently denied it being his fault for thinking it.

As she tucked her wings and dove, calling out a challenge, Nerenith took a moment longer than the other males to twist and follow her. He was at the wrong angle and was putting his momentum in the wrong place to fall so quickly. But he’d be damned if he let that stop him.

Instead of tucking his wings immediately, he let them flare straight up, and fell.

His bulk shielded his wings from being pulled and torn at by the wind, while he took precious seconds to readjust his tail and spine. Once he twisted his body into the right angle, his wings swirled around him to create the least resistance in the air, and he finally pulled into a dive.

T’stann felt his stomach lift in his body in response to the freefall, almost coming off the wall again with the brief panic response the sensation created, but as he felt the world swirl around Nerenith’s form, he settled into a wry grin. Nerenith was having fun.

He was annoyed, to be sure, he was once again at the endish of the pack of following males. But he had to think fast, act fast and be calculating with what he could do. All Green flights had their bonus’ and none were easy to win, but he hadn’t enjoyed the challenge of one for a little while. In another flight, one where he was simply determined rather than having to think, he might’ve been one of the males that didn’t pull up fast enough and had to kick off the ground. His hubris had always been his weakness.

But in this flight? He was determined to think a better way out of it, she’d been too crafty for him to get close to so far, too quick of body and mind. And now Nerenith saw her as part of the competition, not just as the prize. Instead of completing the dive towards the ground, Nerenith pulled out just above the cloud layer.

As the other males pierced through the soft water vapour, Nerenith hovered, trying not to dislodge his cover as much as he could, his dark underbelly blending with the gray of the clouds better than his shinier upper half. It was hard for any dragon to keep an awareness of what was around them while in such a sharp dive, and Nerenith was betting the outcome of this flight on the fact that many would have lost mindfulness of him above.

She had a stalker now, and the moment he saw the direction she pulled to, he’d dive to her.
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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #11 on: June 24, 2018, 11:55:58 AM »
Though the dragon he’d narrowly avoided colliding with had hissed at him, Tasuroth paid him no mind. Wasting time to do so would only put him further behind in the chase, and he’d already lost some speed and momentum from the roll he’d done. That, and Tasuroth had never been much impressed with the easy offense so many Bronzes took at anything that convenience them.

He was hardly the only dragon having to do some quick thinking to avoid being buffeted more by the wind. Perhaps the other dragon should have been watching where he was going.

//You’re getting distracted,// N’syn mumbled to him, and Tasuroth ignored that too—at least outwardly, though he did drive himself to surge forward and after Utaith.

He followed her into the dive completely without hesitation. In those moments, the danger of it didn’t matter. Not when she demanded of them that they follow her. His sheer lack of worry made N’syn tense, images of his dragon smashed into the ground jumping unbidden to mind. But he trusted Tasuroth. As nervous as it made him to feel that sense of air rushing past, of the surface of Pern growing closer, he didn’t force him to pull up.

If only closing his eyes would have helped at all.

Tasuroth was one of the last to pull up before hitting the ground—and there were a few that misjudged, or got pushed further down by the wind and had to turn their dive into a run to avoid injury. But spreading his wide wings, the Brown caught them like the sails of a ship and shot upward again.

His eyes were only for her. What any of the others might have done, sneakier or smarter, was not in his awareness.

Offline J'dan

Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #12 on: June 28, 2018, 12:49:36 PM »
J’dan knew better than to begin to tell his dragon how to fly. He might be a good Rider, but he was no dragon. His eyes were partially closed as he leaned against a wall in the weyr, turning himself over to the Flight. It was dizzing enough trying to stand and be two different people – two different places – so he didn’t try.

Brynioth flew with Greens every day over the jungle. He knew they were faster than he was. He’d seen them dash through the trees and twist through the canopy in ways he would never be able to replicate, so he didn’t try. His bulk tailed after Utaith in a relentless, never ending stamina way that only a Bronze could.

Were Thread in the sky, he could last longer than all the colors. He could fight a hunter. He was a bronze. A powerhouse. That was what he was good for and he knew full well where his own strengths ended and what his limitations were. The pretty green could flip, twirl, and dart around in the sky all she liked, but in the end those like Brynioth would be left in the sky to carry her for her Flight.

He knew that.

When she turned in a drive, he followed. But not in the same extreme. It was like chasing a wherry. You never followed directly. Always faintly above. His dive wouldn’t carry him after her, but rather Brynioth flared his wings a fair bit above the ground. She’d have to come back up or struggle to maintain altitude just over the ground which was quite difficult. So the strain was quite less on his big wings and he thrummed his pleasure in following her.

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Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #13 on: July 03, 2018, 03:05:11 AM »
J'sen felt the strain in his own muscles as Utaith pulled from their incredible dive. His eyes closing in order to fully relish both the thrill and the sickness he felt from being so utterly entwined with Utaith. Shards wasn't this the most incredible feeling? In the days leading up to one of Utaith's flights, J'sen always had a little knot in the pit of his stomach, one that if he bothered for even a moment to recognise, would had formed due to his fear of Utaith getting injured again. But the two of them had decided (unspoken as dragons and their riders were wont to do) that neither of them would let it ruin their once-a-turn adventure.

It seemed that some of her chasers were far too intelligent for her own good, and the spasming muscles in the green's shoulder was putting her off. With a growl, at the chasers, at herself, at the thread which had eaten through her carefully honed musculature, Utaith made a desperate last ditch effort to give herself the flight she deserved.

Twisting her body upwards, wrenching herself against the flow of the wind, Utaith burst back up through the sky, intending to make her way to seek shelter in the cloud cover. But she never made it beyond the grey water vapour, where Nerenith had been so smartly waiting for her to re-emerge. And Tasuroth, despite his impressive feat to pull his larger body from her dive, was too far behind to catch up to her.

It was Brynioth, who had chosen the middle ground, treating her like some errant wherry just waiting to be snatched and taken as the prize kill, who was positioned perfectly to snatch her from the sky. Utaith attempted to wrestle with him in the air briefly, not allowing herself to meekly melt into his clutches. But the bronze's superior strength, conserved just for this moment one the battle eventually, and J'sen stumbled to his feet, needing to join Utaith in this moment with his own captor.

Spoiler for Hidden:
Thanks y'all, these flight posts were all particularly lovely to me. I loved seeing them tactics at play.

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Length: 23.6m ~ Height: 4.5m ~ Wingspan: 40m

Offline J'dan

Re: Ride The Wild Wind [01.02.2591 // 5am]
« Reply #14 on: July 06, 2018, 09:06:40 AM »
It was akin to chasing a wherry. She was wild and quick, nigh unpredictable, but she invariably became his. Brynioth thrummed his delight when she neared to him and quite literally snatched her out of the air. She could fight him should she like, but they both knew that he was the winner - that she was where she wanted to be - and that he would give her the long, lasting Flight that only a Bronze could.

J'dan didn't have the presence of mind to be annoyed that they'd won. To a male riding a Green. Never his first choice, but what did he really care right now? Caught up in the blood rush of Brynioth's win, he tossed his clothes off as eagerly as he might on turn's end celebration and grabbed at J'sen because they had won and this was their prize.

He could huff and puff about it later. After. When he wasn't one with his dragon and such human, petty things mattered.

Spoiler for ooc:
8D Shall we close it here or did you want to see J'dan being a whiner?

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