Early Bird gets the worm...

Laying curled up on a warm rock outside, nose tucked under a wing, Kivral purred slightly. His tail twitched in his dreams, and Kivral stretched out a leg. A call from a green awoke the brown though. His head jerked upwards, and swirling red eyes scanned the area, searching for the location of the Rising green. A low croon came from Kivral's throat, and he crawled to his feet. Where was she? Letting out another low growl, Kivral entered the sky with a beat of his powerful, though young, wings. He would find this green. She had to be nearby.

Circling once in the spot just above where he awoke, Kivral tried to pinpoint the location of the green. She was... somewhere. The high-pitched squeal of a downed chicken reached his ears, and Kivral turned on a dime. The green, the green, that was the only thing he wanted. Kivral followed the second calling of the males, and found green Missy showing off with her glowing hide. Kivral bugled to her, announcing his presence. Her Kivral was here, here and ready to win this Flight. The brown followed the form of the green as she flew in the air. He wasn't about to let the female out of his sights.

Brown Bahamut
Bahamut was hunting. The little roach hardly stood a chance as the hefty brown leapt upon it, squealing with victory. Halfway through swallowing the nasty insect he'd caught, a sound caught his attention.

At that point, everything else was ignored. A green was rising- he had to be there. He bolted across hisLorelei's floor, leaping to her desk and then into the air with a bugle of anticipation.

He swooped across the bowl at near record speed, hurtling at full speed into an unsuspecting duck alongside the lake. Swiftly he drained the bird, blooding his meal as fast as he could to follow the object of his desires. The other browns were merely a distraction; the heavyset flit that Bahamut was, he would not be bothered by weaklings like them.

Blue Hiro
Hiro sniffed the air delicately, standing and glancing around from his perch on the biggoldshinyone's back. Keening softly, he leapt into the air, gliding off the dragon to the feeding grounds where he heard the siren call of the green.

As fastidiously cleanly as always, he ignored the browns feeding, marking them off in his mind as messy and slow. He chose to snag a smaller rodent-like creature to blood, licking the mess of his nose and claws before he jumped into the sky after the sparkling green.

His own hide gleamed like polished stone, and he called out to the beautiful Missy, streaking after her like a blue comet. Those browns were no match for his agility, and the large one was a fool for trying to race against such a fine specimen of a blue as her. Surely, the green would be his.

Behind him, three more males took up Missy's challenge. Two browns, and a blue, bringing the total number of suitors up to four. This would be an adventure for Kivral. He let out a screech, and did his best to get his flitter brain to analyze the situation. Two other browns, and instinct told him that browns were low on maneuverability, but great with stamina. Well not as good as the higher-ranked bronzes and golds, but this was a green they were Chasing. Blues, on the other claw, were the best match for a green. Small, light, and good in a pinch. Kivral tilted on his side and tried to stare down the blue that was following in his wake.

He was catching up. No blue would out-do brown Kivral!

Red swirling in a dangerous reddish-orange, he pressed his wings harder to try and pull ahead of the pack. A green Flight wasn't going to last long anyway. Young and brash, Kivral roared, a small growl from the fire lizard, and set his sights on Missy, just seconds ahead of him. He bared his fangs at the other suitors as he passed, not allowing them to see any hesitation behind his eyes. Kivral pushed ahead, Missy's glowing green form filling his vision. She flicked her tail, and sent the brown into a frenzy. Hanging onto his sanity by a thread, Kivral was pushed to the edge by his mating lust.

He wasn't in his right mind. Kivral crooned to the green, a soft lovesong for her. He purred, his mood changing abruptly as his vision traveled between each of the flitters involved in the Flight. He caught sight of one of the other browns, and gave him a nasty look, but the second his faceted eyes settled on Missy, Kivral went straight to head-over-heels lover boy. Letting out a bugle, Kivral dove under Missy, using the dive to gain speed and pass just before the green. He spread his wings wide, gliding under Missy, trying to impress her with his size. Why would one not want him anyway? He was a beautiful, darkly-colored brown. No one can resist his charm. Arrogantly, Kivral snarled in pleasure.

A brown head turned, twisting, to stare up at Missy. In liquid fashion, the rest of the fire lizard's body followed, a quick turn-over so that the brown was on his back, gliding on his out-stretched wings. His dark body tantalizingly teasing the green. Did she not want him? The best of the suitors, that could glide on the back of his wings. Unfortunately, it wasn't something he could keep up for long. Kivral faltered, his frame shaking as he tried to hold the position.

Brown Bahamut
Bahamut scoffed at the paltry aerial displays. The big brown Kivral wa sshowing off, flying upside down. No need to waste energy like that. Bahamut was stronger by far than any of the others.

The heavy brown roared in his best fashion, opting for a display of power over agility. He beat his wings heavily to gain on the tantalizing green, thrashing his tail from side to side violently to keep the other suitors at bay. He snapped his teeth and curved his neck, showing off his strong chest. He would be able to protect the beautiful green Missy. His claws flexed dangerously, and he flew abover her, spreading his wings and overshdowing her from a few feet above. Couldn't she see he was so strong? The other suitors stood no chance against his ight, and he roared again to impress her with the loudness and strength of his voice.

Blue Hiro
Hiro sped forward, giving a disdainful look to the brown trying to stare him down. So the brown was bigger, so what? Hiro was a falcon in the sky, a blue blaze. No brown could EVER out-fly him. Why would they ever try?

He saw the display the big brown was making, showing off his strength, and Hiro knew he could not compete. Still, the brown was thick, and strong, but he could not comare to the sleek shining sapphire of Hiro. The blue detoured slightly to veer off above the lake as Missy waited for her suitors to impress her. He skimmed the surface, getting low enough to graze the surface of the water with his wingtips, sending up a spray of water droplets along his wake.

The fell along him and he swooped upwards and slashed his tail across the water, creating an arcing splash that he made an abrupt one-eight to dive back through before the water fell back into the lake.

Crying out triumphantly, he rejoined the others, daring any of the browns to beat that. He lowered his voice to a croon as he neared Missy again, callling out to her in a plea just for her.

His lithe body shuddering, Kivral gave up his display by out from under Missy. He dropped like a stone, folding his wings against his back, and allowing himself to fall. The brown flipped over again, righting himself, and allowing the rush the air resistance to yank his wings back open with a sound similar to a canvas sheet. The wind pulled at the delicate membranes, and Kivral felt his tendons straining as he fought to keep himself upright. The other suitors to the Flight had filled in where Kivral left, and he now felt a tinge of jealousy at them.

Seichou performed his own aerial display complete with loops and twists, while Bahamut was content with an exhibition of his power, roaring and baring his teeth in protest. Hiro was of a different mind. Likewise, the blue pulled away, skimming the surface of the lake, his tail sweeping up droplets of the crystal-clear water. He would have to out-do these other firelizards. Missy's trill to the males only set Kivral's heart a-flutter. The green demonstrated her speed in the way that she left the males in the dust, and added a spectacle to her ascent.

Already dead-set on winning the green, Kivral didn't hesitate in his own endeavors. Now considerably behind the rest of the pack, Kivral pressed his wings, pumping them up and down to gain altitude. He screeched, his piercing voice echoing in ears and through the area. Mouth opening in a snarl, the brown trailed after the other males. The scent of the green in heat filled his nostrils, a sweet, enticing smell that tormented the firelizard and excited him at the same time. At the moment, his eyes were sent on one thing, and one thing only: the glistering green blur in front of him.

Missy, the bright green firelizard that caught Kivral's eyes. She caught his fancy, and Kivral wasn't about to let her go; especially not to some blue. An agitated growl emanated from the brown flit, and he forced himself to keep up the pace. That stunt he pulled earlier was a dumb idea, but if it held it Missy's attention by any chance, Kivral wasn't going to let Missy get away. He saw that look, he knew that look. Determination flowed through the brown's veins, and Kivral tried to command the female's attention once more, his red eyes rapidly swirling.

Willing his leathery wings to keep him aloft for one more extravagant parade. He overtook the other suitors in one last burst of speed, also spreading his wings to allow the thermal to carry his body towards Missy again. A soft chirp to the green announced his presence, and Kivral angled his wings, tilting them one way, and sending himself into a spiraling barrel roll. The brown twisted to one side, only to right himself and start back the other way, drawing in his wings close, and fighting to keep himself at the same level as Missy.

Brown Bahamut

Bahamut rumbled his displeasure at the actions of the other browns. Seichou had even impressed him with his figure-eight maneuver, and Kivral's careful rolling and spinning were more than he thought he could manage.

Making up his mind to impress Missy even if he hurt himself trying, Bahamut stretched his wings to the fullest, surging forward and angling himself upward. It was too easy to gain height and he soon found himself far above the others. Two brown and one blue flashes of color surrounded the shimmering emerald speck he wanted.

Well he was coming for her. Bahamut closed his wings and dive-bombed the group. Like a stone he fell, screaming out his triumph as he hurtled down toward them. With the fire lizard equivalent of a smug grin, he fell through the middle of the crowd of other flits. Missy would surely be proud of his bold and daring move, he thought.

He stopped just below the others with a painful crack as he went from a dive to full-stop by snapping his wings out and jerking to a halt. The strain on his wings was immense, and he would be hurting for the next few days, but now, the sight of the beautiful sweet green above eclipsed everything else.

Blue Hiro

Hiro watched the browns with growing unease. They were showing off and performing aerobatics like a bunch of sprightly blues! At this rate, even his cleverest trick wouldn't impress Missy over the larger and stronger suitors. He had to up the ante.

So the browns could show off- so could he. He waited as the others finished their displays, mostly ignoring them to seek out the twisting, dancing shape of the most gorgeous green he'd ever lay eyes on.

When the last brown, the hefty one, finished his performance, he scoffed. Everyone knew that was a cheap fancy trick, but he risked his health by doing something so foolish. The proud blue flexed his wings, experimentally testing his strength for what was to come. The light shone off his immaculately-groomed hide, and the water droplets still left on his skin form his last stunt sparkled in a way that HAD to have been planned. (And it was. Hiro knew how to look good.)

With a sweet trill to the green of his dreams, he swooped under and around her. Staying to the left of her, he whistled a soft love song to her, then put his plan into action. He beat his wings, and streamlined his body. Finding a nice pace to match Missy's, he stayed just by her side.

Then he tilted slightly to the left, snapped his wings closed, and executed a roll that brought him up and over Missy. Had he not planned it right, he would have crashed into her disastrously, but he had timed and leveled the maneuver to a T, so he just cleanly rolled over her, leaving a bare half-inch of space between them. His back could have touched hers had she moved just a little, and for a split second he hung above her, wings wrapped around him like a cloak, before the rollover finished and he was trailing along her right side.

Hah. Silly browns. So they could copy a blue, sure. But he'd like to see any of the muddy colored creatures try something with such finesse.

He caught Missy's eye as best he could and purred happily. The prideful and elegant blue would have done anything to keep her attentions. She was all he cared about, he thought as he looked at her. With the sweet, enticing green capturing his heart, even the fierce spirit of competition seemed to ebb away. She was all that mattered.

((Meh. Snce she's made her choice, I'm going to put in my final posts.))

Bahamut

The heavy brown keened softly as he saw Missy make her selection. Halting his chase, he backwinged for a moment, then snorted and turned tail to speed off in the other direction. He'd lost the flight, but his rather short attention span was already shifting itself away to the sight of a sparrow flying through the air. The it was on the sparrow squawking in terror, then it was to mmmmyumyumyummyfoooddeliciousbirdie.

Hiro
Had she chosen? He was tired, and he was afraid he would not last much more of this. And then she decided.

The blue trilled his joy as Missy flew just beneath him. As she bean to fall he swept down and caught her, folding his wings around both of them and twining his tail with her's.