A Sight To Behold [Green Quith's Maiden Flight]

[phyrstyr]

IC Date = Week of June 19, 2011
Time = about 4 pm

Shasta was noshing in the field. What else could one do on such a lovely warm day as this. Clouds leaving dappled light so it was not too hot and a breeze just light enough to make the leaves murmur, she couldnt ask for any better. And with her snack of steak and an apple, it was near bliss. Quith was of a similar sentiment and was currently dozing not far off from HerRider, snoring lightly and every so often ruffling her wings, as if dreaming of flight. Which wasn't very surprising, with her being so close to Rising. Over the past few days she had been steadily developing a shimmering glow and had become somewhat edgy; both strong indications of its imminence.

Shasta took a moment to think about the plans they had made concerning this soon-to-be occurrence. With the Green's sightless state, measures had to be taken to ensure that the event would not end in catastrophe. They couldnt go into this blind. After much deliberation, a plausible, if iffy, decision was reached. Quith would use HerShasta as her eyes for the most part, so long as she remained in Hers' line of sight, with sprinklings of pictures from Jas to allow the Green an areal view of her progression, altitude, and immediate surroundings. It appeared to work well enough in their practices, and Quith was getting quite good at interpreting their vantage points, but who knew how it would play out in the chaos and frenzy of a flight. Shasta had no way of knowing how very soon their preparations would be put to the test.

Suddenly, without warning, Quith awoke from her slumber. And with her consciousness, overwhelming desire washed over Shasta’s unsuspecting mind. The Green’s lusty thoughts spilled through her mouth in a raunchy bugle of challenge. A challenge to all males to come and fight for her youthful vigor.

COME CLAIM ME, MALES! TRY TO TAKE ME!

Her summons barely had time to reach the weyr before she shot for the feeding grounds, a ravenous hunger in her belly. Even without sight, she managed to pin a cow and rip out its throat sloppily. She immediately began rending flesh with a passion.

Shasta, to her credit, was able to overcome her Green’s influence enough to get her single-minded attention.

NO!! just the blood! Only the blood!

It was all she could do to keep the dragon from gorging and only blood her kill. But she succeeded. As soon as her will was no longer needed, she gave herself over to being her blind dragon’s eyes. The Green was suddenly overcome by a vision of herself, covered in the blood of her kill. With this new visibility all was ready. As Quith moved to another bovine, her thirst still not fully sated, she knew that it was almost time. Time to fly. Time to RISE!!

[shadowreine]

S'tor was...occupied. He was, to be precise, bathing Ryath, with the 'help' of his bronze firelizard. The little one was far too arrogant to be of much use...and the first warning the brownrider had was when it vanished between.

A moment later, Ryath lifted his head. Oil me later

"Oh, Shards." S'tor knew what that meant...the brown had scented a female about to rise, and he was as likely to go after a gold as a green.

Which one hardly mattered...a lot of the greens here, too many, were female-ridden, and he felt little cameraderie with them. He could tolerate females on green, but that did not mean he had to like them. It certainly did not mean he could feel them part of the brotherhood of riders, not in truth.

Either way, he was drenched as Ryath lifted off, wings carrying him towards the feeding grounds. A herdbeast fleeing from the green was struck down, the blood drained.

One should be enough...it was only a green that flew, her flight likely to be short. One should be enough, and a challenge called to the other males...and, to an extent, to the green herself. S'tor, charging across the bowl, seeing a feminine figure he suspected was the rider. Was she? His mind was already being overlaid with Ryath, and the brown's desire to fly, to chase, to catch, to fall.

Not a bad looking green, at least...

[Wolfy]

Kyrinth raised his head from the drought of water he was drinking, droplets splashing of his snout. His lids blinks shut for just a moment before openning again. What was going on? HE was young. He had yet to completely understand what was happenning at times like this. It had only happened once to him so far. But now....

A green is Rising, Lyrah. Send Snowfire. Quick. Unlike the last time, his thoughts were calm and sure. He was maturing more, the surprised young rider thought as she told the white flit in her arms what he was to do. He's maturing past physical. She smiled as Snowfire went between.

Snowfire had done this before, even if he had only done it once. He had sat on HisBigNotSeeingKyrinth's head and told his where to go and what to do. They had got the idea from a BigNotSeeingBlueCousin when that one had Chased. Now they had adopted the function. He trilled as he eerged into the air above Kyrinth, causing the Brown's head to snap up. And yes, that snap caused Snowfire to backpedal furiously in the air. With and indignat squack, he swooped, causing a tiny gouge in the neck of Kyrinth. It wasn't more than a pin prick to one as large as he, however.

You pesky thing, climb on my head already. We must be off.[/color] He waited until the tiny white firelizard was tucked neatly between his headknobs then raised his powerful wings and launched into the sky and on tpward the Feeding Grounds. He dropped, using his working senses to land on a running buck not far from the Green Quith. Blooding it dry he crooned in the direction of Quith. There was another brown, he noticed, and too noticed that this one had the advantage of sight with him, unlike himself and Quith if he was correct.

Lyrah grasped the table she had been cleaning when Snowfire's summons came, struggling to steady herself from the wave of lust filled emotions that spilled across her bond to Kyrinth. After a moment, she left the Dining Hall and went in the direction that she felt Quith's rider must be.

[phyrstyr]

As soon as Jas caught HisNoEyedOne’s thoughts he betweened to the feeding grounds. The Blue flit immediately caught sight of the radiant Green gorging herself on blood. He winged over and chittered at her in agitation. She should not eat so much! If she eats any more she won’t be able to fly! But then her head rose; not because of the protests of her flitter buddy, but because she was finished. Jas immediately shot to his appointed position, knowing that time was short. Clinging to the crook of her neck with his little claws, he made himself as tiny as he could as she lunged into the sky. He needed to be as little of a hindrance to her flying as possible, but still be able to show Quith her surroundings.

Quith lunged from her half-blooded prey into the sky, another bugle resounding through the afternoon air. She could smell two Browns in proximity. Only two? Oh, well. Once she had proved herself, she would be swarmed by suitors; if not now, then next time. She made a few lazy circles in the air, the Browns finally coming into view.

Shasta stood in the grass, feeling the insatiable lust coursing through her just as much as her dragon. She watched the Green, eyes seldom blinking, allowing the Sightless-One to see through her.

A sudden burst of energy overtook Quith and she trilled with excitement, shooting almost vertically into the sky. She reached so high that she could barely see herself through Shasta’s eyes and when Jas pictured her, the Green could see the white frost of her breath. Now she was high enough so that she could virtually coast to perform whatever maneuvers she wanted. She suddenly snapped open her wings and made a 45 degree angle towards the earth. How quick were these males? How would they respond to her tricks? The supple contours of her lithe form visible to all the world. She would prove her worth on this her first flight. It was begun!!

[shadowreine]

Up higher and higher. Rath sailed after the green, seeking thermals to ease the rise. He was aware of his rider's lust for the green's rider...this being about the only time S'tor would admit females on green to be a good thing.

He was aware, too, of the wind under his wings, of the soft glow of the green dragon's hide. He had not realized she was blind...and it would not bother him if he did. She was simply the green who happened to be rising, right now, and the one worth chasing.

Not that any male could chase every female that rose. This one was here, she would do, and she was not at all unattractive, and he flew after her, watching her form, shifting his wings a little to slip sideways so he was more next to her than directly behind. Directly behind was a bad position, even with so little competition for this particular prize.

Of course, that just made his chance of sweet victory higher.

[Wolfy]

Kyrinth growed as he heard Quith shoot off into the sky, and after only a moment, he went up behind her, arefully making sure that he kept away from the other brown that Chased her. Kyrinth knew he didn't have the advantage, for, like the green that flew, he could not see other tan the most obvious, darkest shadows, and even that was a struggle. But he would persevere. He had to. He knew why, and would never be bohered to try to explain it in all of his and His hopefully long life.

Sweet Quith, only the best are worth you! Kyrinth called honestly, his eyes barely changing in his colors. He twirled in the air, doing a neat flip as he plunged after the Green when she fell back toward the hard earth far below. He was, more than usual, very proud of the Benden blood that flowed so thoroughly in his Fort blood. His size was much larger than most Browns, though by no means the larest, like Canth. What was he to do with his oversized wings and ginormous bulk? Why, manage to catch the only Green that existed that so much like him.

He was behind the other Brown, but not for long. He swept his wings into a complex swirl, falling faster and farther than the Brown in a short amount of time. Yes! He was in front of him. But was that right? Ah, sharded white flit. He knew nothing of these matters. He carefully chose a spot to the right of the green and a small ways back; not close but not to far either. His pale, grey white eyes barely changed in his lust, save for a light pinkish coating one eye had recieved: this was the eye that could just barely see, the other one could not at all. But it was enough with Snowfire right above his eyes.

Lyrah was so close. She could almost feel the rider of the green; she wimpered. She wanted the rider so badly, whether it be woman or man. She didn't care. Just so Kyrinth won and she could have him or her.

[phyrstyr]

The Green was intrigued by the larger Brown, Kyrinth's, determination. But the seeming ease with which the other Chased impressed, if agitated, her. Which would she have to eventually choose? One would have to show some distinction. The Blind One showed promise...

Quith shifted slightly to her left, letting out a croon to both males. She was tiring and so this little game would soon have to come to an end. Suddenly, she angled her wings for a steep ascent. Then she flipped over backwards, folding nearly in half, and brushed past the Browns in a sharp decent. Jas clung to the Green for dear life, showing her her pursuers every once in what seemed like a great while. After a few moments she pulled out of her plummet into a barrel roll.

Come now, show me your worth! Your desire!

In the back of her mind, under her dragon and her lust, Shasta could sense that it was almost time. She could also feel the BrownRiders closing in. Sweat collected on her hot skin and she let out a strangled cry in anticipation.

[shadowreine]

Ryath let out a cry as she dropped, not quite ready for that move. He scrambled on the turn, tilting a wing, but he was losing precious ground on her.

Precious ground, the weyrling brown's inexperience in matters of love showing through now. He wanted her, oh, how he wanted her, even if his rider was showing his usual uncertaintly. But he was going to have to do some serious catching up now.

Dark brown wings beat the air as he struggled back into the pack, lacking the air, now, to call to her. These blasted agile greens! They were not easy for a larger dragon to chase, although the other brown, bigger than him, seemed to be having fewer problems.

He was going to...blast it. His anger released itself in tensed talons and the strong desire for firestone, right now, reflecting across to his rider.

It was probably a good job S'tor did not have a lighter on him...

[Wolfy]

Kyrinth's sightless eyes widened as he struggled to discover a flight manuever that might impress Quith yet not injure himself. In theory, he could do one, for she had and she was completely blind where he could see, if only the most drastic changes in light. He swung his head toward where he believed his rival was, so Snowfire could explain by sight. He felt a pang of nervousness and smugness over the fact that the other brown looked increasingly peevish and had not done anything as of yet.

Finally, he made a decision he was almost completely sure would get him in trouble with Lyrah later on. It wasn't going to be easy, and, if he wasn't mistaken, it was something Launchpad McQuack did, in the old Duck Tales cartoons Lyrah watched on the Earthian TV sometimes. On second thought, it might just earn him a few laughs instead.

He zoomed downward, hurriedly finding a tall tree to circle around/under. He did, though it'd be a pinch, and rather hard to do. Last chance to stop....No, he'd do it. He flared one wing to turn sharply around the tall pine, then zoomed upwards, doing wide loops around the Brown; by the time his tongue was lolling out of his jaws. He did one last loop, though stopped when he was completely upside down, and from there he attempted flying upside down. It only worked for maybe at most four seconds, but he attempted something, where the other did not.

Quith would have to choose her Chaser soon. She was tiring, and they both knew it. It may be just his pride that made him think so, but he thought he deserved her far more that the other, who only looke mad at his own bulk. Quith, I know nothing more to do that could earn your approval,[/color] he murmured honestly, his breath coming out in pants.

[phyrstyr]

Pain. In her wings. Her chest. She would have to end it soon. She began a slow ascent. The Green had to choose. Which of these Browns was most worthy? The smaller one seemed to be trying his hardest. That was worth something. But was it enough? The Blind one was keeping up even better. And he was doing pretty tricks and saying lovely things to boot.

Quith made her decision and let out a bugle of invitation to the victor. Letting go of her complete control of Shasta's mind, She shouted Come to me, Brown Kyrinth! and then folded her wings in descent.

Shasta fell to the ground at her release. She strugled to rise again and looked hungrily for the Rider of the victorious Brown.