Sleep is a Forbidden Act

Relanth had been dozing contentedly in his weyr when Brynath called. Immediately the blue was up, calling to hisTahli.

I chase blue Brynath!

Tahli was reading a rather good book from the library when she heard Relanth's determination, followed closely by the sound of his wings catching the night air. She jumped up and to the weyrledge, watching her blue head quickly for the feeding grounds. She could see glowing Brynath already in the sky, followed by a brown that could have been any of them in the Weyr, but she had a feeling it was Gruulath.

Relanth reached the feeding grounds, landing on an unsuspecting bovine. He quickly blooded it, then moved on to another and blooded before launching himself into the sky after the glowing form of Brynath.

Tahli had no more time to think of what Relanth was doing, as the flightlust of her dragon hit her. Without thinking about it at all she left her weyr, instinctively heading for Hy'ka's whereabouts.

((I looked to make sure that Relanth was old enough, and at about one and a half years old, he should be able to Chase. If that's not the case, tell me and I'll delete my post.))

Gruulath rumbled deep in his throat at Blue Brynath's challenge as he too off after the Blue. The smaller dragons might have had the advantage with their swiftness, but Gruulath had more endurance than either of them. If push came to shove, he would wait the magnificent Blue out of the sky.

Turning after each pin-point twirl of the Blue, Gruulath chose to roll through the turns. Rolling was more impressive than banking, and Gruulath wanted Brynath to know that he was making an effort. When the Blue dropped, Gruulath followed suit but stayed slightly above Brynath so that he could better see and react to the Blue's sudden and swift moves. Gruulath rumbled again. This time it was in praise. The Blue was indeed something that Gruulath had decided to have.

The Brown wondered if impressing the Blue was worth the momentary loss of time in the chase. The smaller Blue chaser would have an even greater advantage over the already slower Brown. Deciding to go ahead with his plan, Gruulath rose higher into the air until he was nearly at Brynath's old height. Then he dropped down and somersaulted while flaring his wings out to look bigger and more imposing then he really was. The movement may have looked better with a smaller dragon, but the Brown was confident he had pulled it off acceptably.

Banking hard, Gruulath returned to his former position of trying to out-fly the Blue chaser and stay with Brynath

Gruulath had spunk. Brynath gave him that, Chasing a blue-green. But he followed with a lazy ease that came with browns. Not acrobatic enough to make the same turns as a green, instead settling for smoother flying. Browns were a nice blend of the other colors, weren't they? Brynath tilted his head to eye the brown as he Chased. Yes, he might be half-blind, but what was that supposed to mean? He had experience, skill, determination. Each of those, the blue admired. The blue crooned in satisfaction, and turned his head to the other side to inspect how the Relanth was doing.

He certainly was a show-off, using his smaller size to his advantage in gaining speed faster than the brown. Brynath's eyes began to whirl in various shades of red as he saw what the other blue was doing. Pulling in his wings to spin like a corkscrew. At first, Brynath was impressed, and drifted in front of Relanth. Yes, impress him. Good job. Make the Rising dragon enjoy your spectacle. It wouldn't be worth much if you were dead though. Relanth fell, and without concern for the other dragon, Brynath returned to fly in front of Gruulath.

The brown took over as the show-off, Brynath had noticed. He flared his wings, and the lust-blinded mind of Brynath took it as Gruulath literally increasing his size. Impressive. He bugled a call to the dragons, knowing now that Relanth was not out of the Flight. Keeping at an even pace, Brynath allowed the two suitors to get near him, closer to his glowing body. Gruulath just behind, and Relanth above. He liked the company of the two, and Brynath flew in that formation for a moment. At least, until Relanth's bold move threw the blue into a fit. On a downstroke, the tip of the other blue's wing dragged along Bryanth's back.

With a screech, Brynath pulled away. He shuddered at the touch, a cold sweat rippling down his back from the point of origin. He pushed his wings harder, and gained momentum by diving down once again, though the mountains that loomed ahead looked foreboding. No touch! he spat, an almost bestial edge to his voice. Brynath opened his maw to screech again, baring his white teeth. No touch. They would not touch him. Winner... touch... The phrase was wher-like, and there was a hidden fury in Brynath's eyes. Only the winner may touch, and he wasn't about to pick a suitor just yet.

Hy'ka gasped at the air, and flipped over so that he now had his back to the wall, as opposed to propping himself up with a hand. Brynath... At any moment, Hy'ka expected to see the riders of the Chasing dragons come jogging down the hallway. Whether or not they actually did was up to them. He stood upright, letting out a large sigh, and ran a hand through his hair again. "Oh Brynath..." he panted, pulling at his billowy shirt that now stuck to his skin with sweat. Prepared to take a step, Hy'ka started forward, only to be thrown back against the wall by a sensation from Brynath. He screwed his eyes shut, and banged the back of his head against the wall. "Ahh--" he shuddered, feeling a combination of Brynath's fury and his Flight lust.

A snort came from the blue, and Brynath approached the mountain peaks at a dangerous speed. Let them try and touch him now... He smugly thought, swiftly shooting between two mountain tops, his wings barely grazing the rock face, and clipping a pinch of snow off of the sides. Soon after passing through the rocks, Brynath made a sharp left turn, perpendicular to the ground, and pulled between another, closer, pair of peaks. He wanted to see them do that. Certainly the brown would go over or around? Who had the courage to follow his tracks?

Relanth followed a small distance behind Brynath, tilting his body vertically to go between and stay close to the glowing blue. When he reached the open air once again he found himself too close to Brynath and going too fast.

With a flourish Relanth dove steeply. He dove so steep in fact that he found himself doing somethign of a flip. Relanth followed through with the flip, bringing his wing in close to his body. When he was looking straight up at dark skies, he snapped his wings out and shot upwards, evening out a dragonlength above and a few feet behind Brynath.

Relanth was proud that he had managed to avoid a collision and turn it into something of a show.

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Tahli suddenly found herself just down the hall from Hy'kas room. She could feel Relanths smugness about something he had done, but she was more concerned aout where she was. She could now see that Gruulaths rider, T'sai, was there as well.

She hoped the flight would end soon.

Gruulath growled at the smaller Blue's display. It irked the Brown that he had not been able to impress Brynath with some daring and fantastic flying through the mountains, but Gruulath couldn't catch if he was dead. Following the Blues quickly through the mountains, the Brown tried to make up for his previous failure by executing the same dangerous speed and turns that his competitor was executing.

When Blue Brynath decided to take to the heavens, Gruulath almost growled in fierce delight. Finally he would be able to show Brynath that he was just as good as any Blue. Checking the skies to make sure he was ample distance from either Blue, Gruulath beat his wings in a fierce display of raw power. He knew the Blues were tiring, and this was where his superior stamina would come in.

Easily overtaking the tiring Blues, Gruulath rose high into the sky until his wings seemed to touch the clouds themselves. He spread his wings as far as they would extend, showing off his huge and frightening figure. Then once he was sure he had both of their attentions, Gruulath folded his wings and dove. While he was diving, his body reaching impossible speeds, Gruulath twirled and rolled through the whipping air.

As the Brown's body plummeted below the Brynath's, Gruulath flicked his large wings out with ease, and somersaulted up and over the smaller dragon. Once he had finished that, Gruulath shifted his tail and flicked his wings so that he could circle Brynath as he rose before following the Blue back into the sky.

Even as Brynath climbed higher into the sky, urging his suitors to follow after him, he was overtaken by the large brown beast. Gruulath sped past the tiring Brynath and Relanth, presenting his gigantic form to the blue as he extended his wings above them. Brynath stared upwards at him--as if he could look away--and his mood was slightly soured. Showing off. That was good. Gruulath did that well. The brown overshadowed Brynath and Relanth, only to put on an impressive display as he pulled his wings in, and fell out of the sky. With a snort, Brynath pulled slightly to the side, out of the way of Gruulath, though he felt slightly restrained when the older brown continued his display by circling around him.

He growled lowly, feeling a bit protective of himself. Brynath had to admire his dedication to prove himself over the blue that was clearly more agile. He risked the chance of Brynath nipping at his tail to put him back in line. Would that be enough though? With his strength waning, Brynath's instincts to pick a suitor started to take over. Pushing his muscles to the limit, Brynath continued to try and rise higher into the sky. The failing light--it was all but gone now. Twilight hour, it was dangerous. The lack of light made it hard for dragons to see, even the blue knew that. Relanth's roar reverberated through Brynath's body, and the other imitated Gruulath, speeding past Brynath into the sky.

Relanth mimicked Gruulath, or did his best, and fell back to a point lower than Gruulath and Brynath. Both had gone above and beyond, literally speaking, in their attempts to give the other dragon a run for his marks. No longer annoyed at Gruulath's blatant disregard for his wishes, considering Relanth did the same, Brynath's lust-crazed mind somehow found the reasoning to forgive their trespasses on his requirements. Did both meet his expectations though? There was the real challenge. They both followed him into the sky, going past that to show off just above him. Brynath let out a bugle of contempt. Was he to Choose now?

Putting on an extra burst of speed, Brynath pushed his aching muscles to one last end, pulling up ahead of the two suitors. With a low groan, the blue drew himself up higher and higher, until he was able to turn over and gaze down at his Chasers as they hung back. The lack of light made it hard to see which of the males was which, but Brynath's telepathic speech was more than enough to tell who had won the Flight. The blue pulled his body up and over in an arch, and hovered there for a split-second, before angling down and folding his wings against his body.

He was falling now, falling from this dangerously high height. Now would his Chosen male catch him? A purr escaped Brynath's open mouth as he closed his eyes and darted down past the forms of Gruulath and Relanth. Will you let me fall? Relanth, do not let your Brynath fall! Catch me, my suitor! he crooned, half-opening his wings to let the blue catch him.

At the height of Brynath's Flight, Hy'ka let out a bestial growl of pleasure. He tugged at his shirt, already itching to be rid of the clingy material. He felt the end of the Flight coming, as Brynath wasn't going to last very long. Brynath, he mentally huffed, opening his mouth slightly to let out a low, deep sigh. Don't... take too long... he whined, feeling fairly needy. The bluerider's eyes eagerly shifted between Tahli and T'sai. Being a man of no preference, either of them would do. When Brynath made his choice, the blue's voice ringing in Hy'ka's mind as well as the dragons', Hy'ka's vision settled on the fellow bluerider. "Tahli," he breathed, his shoulders falling in relief.

"Tahli."

Hy'ka beckoned with his head, a little jerk, and he turned around. He placed his hands gently on the door to his weyr, and took an experimental breath. Come on, go. Take her inside. Don't wait. You want this. Don't dawdle. Move your feet! Hy'ka furrowed his brow, looking back at the female one more time. He had only eyes for her now. A grin spread on his face, and Hy'ka's hand moved down to turn the doorknob. He opened the door and stepped inside, raising an arm to wave Tahli inside.