Big Things Come In Small Packages

[Samari]

Lothaia and Green Dwarf Pixieth

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It was a chilly morning. The clouds were blocking out the welcoming rays of the sun, and one could describe the scene as bleak. However, somewhere deep within the weyr there was something else ready to light up the sky. Pixieth tossed in her slumber, an almost silent growl rumbling in her throat.In an instant, she was awake and in a fit. She screeched horribly and shot out from her side of Lothaia's weyr. The former Igen native awoke with a start, feeling exceptionally warm for being in the dead of Winter.

Pixieth was glowing bright enough to take the place of Earth's sun as she streaked across the sky to the feeding grounds. She snapped up a large goat and made to eat the warm flesh. Lothaia's rider training kicked in then, remembering why eating before a flight was bad. No! You'll be too heavy to fly if you eat the meat! Drink the blood only. Surprisingly, Pixieth obeyed and latched her mouth around the beast's throat. The mini-green sucked the red nectar greedily. Her whirling red eyes looked around for suitors. Come males! Come Chase Pixieth![/color]

Lothaia got out of bed and quickly rummaged through her trunk of clothes. She pulled out a revealing green dress and changed into it as fast as she could. She walked out into the main section of her weyr and sat on a bench near a window. If one looked past Lothaia, they would see the proving grounds for Pixieth's suitors. Now it was just a matter of time before the males would filter in.

[FaizahPandora]

Tamahome was sitting surveying the weyr. Jackaloth was laying in the cool winter water surrounding the weyr. Today was a good day. Tamahome and Jackaloth were going to get the best out of it possible.

A green's call penetrated the brown's mind. His head rose quickly, almost a blur of multi-shaded browns, as he searched for the green that had beckoned the males. She was Rising, and Jackaloth wouldn't miss it for the world. He spotted her at the feeding grounds and, without a second thought, got to his feet and launched himself into the skies.

Jackaloth didn't need to blood, so he just waited for the delightful pale green to rise from her kill. She seemed even smaller than should be for a green. But what did Jackaloth care?

Tamahome, feeling the flight lust of his dragon, groaned. You couldn't miss just one green flight?! He sent to his brown. He received only a mildly amused chuckle from Jackaloth. With a stream of curses Tamahome headed over towards the bunks. The rider had to be there.

Beautiful Pixieth! Brown Jackaloth has come to Chase! I am at your mercy. Jackaloth called to the delightful green below him.

Tamahome reached the bunkards, at long last. He leaned against a wall for a moment, feeling his temperature go up steadily. Dratted brown! Every green that flew, he chased... After a short respite, Tamahome stood again and kept going. It wasn't long until he noticed an open door. Looking in he saw a young woman sitting on a bench with a window behind her. Through the window he could see Jackaloth, a brown spot. So this must be the green's rider.

Lothaia. Jackaloth provided for him.

"Konichiwa, Lothaia. I am Tamahome, rider of brown Jackaloth, who has decided to chase your lovely green." Tamahome offered a small introduction of himself.

[PhazonDragon]

The morning found Zimanrath already awake and ready for the day. Being the experienced dragon that he was, the blue knew of a green that was Rising. A particular miniature green caught his attention, and the blue had been keeping tabs on her for the past few days. Ingrained instinct told him not to leave the green alone, lest another male try for her beauty. As such, the blue dragon was awake, lounging restlessly in his weyr, while his rider slept.

As minutes ticked by, the blue found himself getting more and more agitated. His tail thrashed gently against the wall, making low thumping noises that ultimately woke I’nao from his sleep. With a snort, his rider awoke, only to listen to a terrible scream that made him sit up in bed. She Rises! Zimanrath declared to his rider, ignoring the annoyed grunt from the man.

“Zi?” he asked through the confusion of pain in his head hearing the green’s shriek and the overwhelming wave of perverse emotions from the blue dragon. However, the blue wasn’t listening to his rider as he darted out of the weyr, and was in the sky heading for the feeding grounds before I’nao could even get out of bed.

A purplish-blue form streaked across the sky as Zimanrath found the location of the feeding grounds, and spotted the glowing form of a dwarf green. A brief thought of a female rider flashed through the blue’s mind, but he didn’t pay attention to it. His eyes were swirling a dangerous red when he landed, and fidgeted, waiting for the green to blood her kill, then Rise into the sky with males behind her. Zimanrath only counted one other male at the ready. A brown.

Come males! Come Chase Pixieth![/color][/b]

Glorious glowing beauty that is Pixieth... the blue started, holding his head high proudly, Zimanrath will Chase, and Chase you I will. Your glorious shining form will not escape my sight, for as long as I have eyes. Zimanrath stepped forward a tad, as if trying to put himself between the green and the opposing male, though his significantly smaller form did not help matters.

I’nao found himself crawling out of bed with a curious lack of clothes. Drowsy, having calmed down from the initial scare, I’nao completely forgot to put on clothes. He was burning up with the heat of Zimanrath’s desires, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle a piece of restricting clothing on his person. “Uhhh...” he complained, staggering out into the hallway with a hand to his forehead. “Zi... Zimanrath, really?”

He had no clue where he was going, especially not in just his white boxer shorts, but by chance he managed to stumble upon a group of two riders. One, a female, was sitting, and through a lustful haze in his mind, I’nao registered that it was Lothaia. Before he could recall that she was a greenrider, and clearly the rider of the Rising green, I’nao caught sight of the other rider, who had just said something moments before the bluerider was within earshot.

With a sly grin on his face, I’nao was nearly positive that he was a greenrider, and the rider of the Rising female... Until it clicked on I’nao’s mind, and he recalled that the male was Tamahome, the weyrleader of Isle, and Lothaia was the one with the green. No... No... He... Zi! Zi! Chasing a green! With a female rider! I don’t... There aren’t any! I need Keltin for this! the bluerider protested to his dragon, trying to fight off the feelings of lust. And if you win... If you win... I’ll...

I’nao. She Rises. I Chase. It is as simple as that.

[Samari]

Lothaia and Green Dwarf Pixieth

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Pixieth could tell that there would be no other chasers. She sized up both Zimanrath and Jackaloth. Both looked eager and strong. They would have to prove themselves, however. She stretched her wings and rocketed into the sky.

The mini-green began to weave through the air once she hit the clouds. Her suitors would have to look closely to catch even a glimpse of her glowing hide. She was going for speed and agility, being smaller gave her an advantage over her suitors.

Lothaia regarded both males for a moment. It was painfully obvious I'nao did not wish to be there. She stood up and made her way across the room. She approached Tamahome first, leaning slightly against the weyrleader. "Pleasure to meet you, Tamahome.."

[FaizahPandora]

Jackaloth spread his wings, stretching them to their fullest despite the pain, and launched himself into the skies after Pixieth. He followed as fast as he could, but he was no match for the much smaller green. She was weaving in and out of the clouds. But that wasn't going to stop Jackaloth.

He rose above the clouds, watching for any glimpse of the gleaming green hide. He occasionally saw a glint, but so far ahead of him he didn't dare chase it. It wouldn't do if he used all his strength and stamina in the first leg of the Chase. For now he was stay a decent distance back.

Tamahome arched an eyebrow, his eyes flicking between Lothaia and I'nao. There seemed to be some tension there. Then Lothaia was leaning against him. He put his hand on her upper arms, to help her steady herself.

((Sorry. Fail post.))

[PhazonDragon]

Even as the purple-ish blue struck a pose for the smaller green, Zimanrath felt her looking over both of her suitors. The blue arched his neck gracefully, as much as as blue could, all the while trying to make his body look as perfect as could be. He was a dragon of excellent health, so there was nothing stopping him from looking his best in comparison to the brown. Plus, he was beautiful example of a blue dragon; I’nao had told him so. Speaking of which, Zimanrath kept his mouth shut, knowing it was not the right time to spew more compliments.

Without warning, the green was up and in the air, like a shining dart. Zimanrath had tensed, and when she took off, the blue was after her in a heartbeat. Beside him, the opposing brown was also Chasing after. Zimanrath narrowed a red-swirling eye at the competitor, uttering a low, challenging growl that caught in his throat. This may be the weyrleader’s brown, but he wasn’t going to be beat out by a higher ranking color.

Pixieth’s sleek form slipped in and out of the cloud cover that she had flew up towards, and Zimanrath found it hard to keep an eye on her. Jackaloth wasn’t doing much better, and the blue dragon found that he easily outflew the brown. Face spread into a draconic grin, Zimanrath cast an arrogant glance back at the brown, before pressing his wings harder. He locked his wing against his sides, streamlining his body so that the blue would catch up with the Rising female, leaving the other male behind.

At Zimanrath’s words, I’nao had frowned, not caring that he was showing his dislike for the fact that Lothaia was the rider. He... Didn’t like females! Of course, he couldn’t blame his dragon, but at the same time, it was all his fault. Zimanrath! I’nao protested, but the blue was too far gone into the Flight. The green had Risen already, and his dragon was already in the air, chasing after her.

I’nao pouted, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to be here... And Lothaia probably picked up on that. She ignored him in favor of the other rider. The bluerider mussed with his hair, only to grab a few locks of it and smooth it out furiously. He caught his breath mid-stroke, and I’nao bit his lower lip. Zimanrath wasn’t holding back. He thought he could win a Flight for once. The weyrleader’s brown had a defect--that’s why he was at Isle Weyr. Zi didn’t have one. He already had the advantage in that aspect. But in the end, it was up to the female.

The blue’s emotions were leaking into I’nao’s mind, and the rider found his eyes trailing over every inch of Tamahome’s clothed body. He was slightly jealous that Lothaia got to lean on him... Well, the weyrleader wasn’t his type, and he wasn’t a Keltin, but in a pinch, he would do fine, I’nao assumed.

[Samari]

Lothaia and Green Dwarf Pixieth

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Pixieth was already starting to feel slightly drained, but she was nowhere near ready to choose just yet. She soared upwards, searching for her next obstacle. When she felt her wings being blown in another direction, she knew what the next test would be. Who will brave the savage winds for my glory?[/color]

Down in the weyr, Lothaia felt torn. She longed to lavish attention on the other male, but was afraid. Her panic began to flow through the bond to Pixieth, which elicited a snarl from the green in the skies. She could feel the lust beginning to haze out all reason. She should be angry at this other rider for not embracing his dragon's needs. "Come, or be thrown out!"

[FaizahPandora]

Jackaloth didn't even glance at the rival blue. He heard the challenging growl, but chose to ignore it. He was above such petty things during a Chase.

Jackaloth, at Pixieth's question, immediately flew forward, settling slightly ahead of and above her. He was blocking the worst of the winds from hitting the green he chased. His brown bulk, scarred as it may be, was a good buffer to protect the green. It was not that difficult for him; he was a brown after all! Some wind was not going to dissuade him from what he wanted.

Tamahome was almost completely swept up by the flight lust. He needed to keep some of his wits about him. He was touching the green's rider. But Jackaloth hadn't won, so he didn't have a right to touch her. But she had touched him... What did that mean? Tamahome groaned. Hurry and win, you bothersome brown! Tamahome growled to his dragon. He didn't know how long he could hold out with the rising flight lust.

((Cuddy post, but it's there...))

[PhazonDragon]

Streamlined form slipping through the air as if he were a hot knife through butter, Zimanrath kept his burning red eyes on the shining form of Pixieth. It wasn’t long before there was a distinct pull of the winds on his body, yanking the blue from side to side. The green had powered herself upwards, and further into more turbulent skies. Zimanrath’s growl of annoyance at the winds was torn away from his throat as he opened his wings only to be pulled in another direction. His smaller form wasn’t built for this!

Who will brave the savage winds for my glory?[/color][/b]

The words from the beautiful green spurred something on in the blue’s heart, and he knew he wasn’t allowed to give up yet. The brown had ignored Zimanrath’s warnings, and leaving him behind, Jackaloth was already trying to keep the green from Zimanrath. A bestial snarl erupted from the blue’s maw, eyes burning as if powered by flames from within. The brown! That brown! That brown! Keeping Pixieth away from him! He would not do that. He should not do that!

Though he was worried, and struggling against the flight lust from his bonded, even the willful I’nao couldn’t escape from the blue’s raging emotions. He barely heard Lothaia’s angry roar aimed at him, and that didn’t matter. I’nao shuddered, wincing and nearly falling to his knees. What was Zimanrath doing? Suddenly, the rider felt hatred towards Tamahome, and that feeling left I’nao wondering what the brown had down to earn such a response from the blue.

Zimanrath flared his wings again, catching air and struggling to stay behind the green. She would be be won by the brown, but he was braving the winds as well as shielding the green from them. Thrashing, Zimanrath nearly used all his energy in his effort to keep up with the green and the brown. Jackaloth–! the blue just barely recognized in his mind.

Gripping at his side, I’nao became painfully aware that he was wearing nothing but boxers. And how that happened, he had no clue. His mind… Clouded. What happened before? What was Zimanrath doing? Something stupid again? No–Lothaia and Tamahome. Holding, touching. Did Pixieth Choose? She did not. Zimanrath would have let I’nao know. “Tamahome,” I’nao started, his voice low and menacing. “Trying to claim her... before the Flight is over?” he said, breathing heavily.

[Samari]

Lothaia and Green Dwarf Pixieth

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The mini-green could sense the drama in the skies. Jackaloth was indeed a strong brown, easily powering through the winds. She almost didn't see Zimanrath's valiant struggle until his pained roar echoed through the clouds. Pixieth could see the effort he was exerting to keep up with her, and she compared his display to Jackaloth's.

Now was the time to choose, she thought. Pixieth angled herself to climb higher and higher into the sky. Would she choose the warm brown Jackaloth or the purple-blue Zimanrath? She reached her peak in the sky, and screamed the name of her winner. Zimanrath! You have earned Pixieth! Come to me![/b][/color]

Lothaia suddenly snapped her gaze to I'nao, unable to contain herself anymore. She growled at Tamahome and pushed him away from her gently. The greenrider then practically pounced on the bluerider, calling his name in a seductive hiss. "I'nao..."


((OOC: Both of you did a fine job! I had a really hard decision to make, but in the end i had to go with Zi.))

[PhazonDragon]

He was falling behind, he could feel it. Zimanrath wasn’t about to lose to a brown though. For a brief moment, the blue thought he saw Pixieth glance back towards him, but it didn’t register. He was too blinded by lust, and driven to the point of exhaustion. The green had to be in the same boat, however, and Zimanrath felt a longing for her to choose soon, else he would have to drop out. His frame was being battered by the stronger winds, and the dragon was positive he wouldn’t last much longer.

Then, as if by instinct, Zimanrath plowed forward to reach Pixieth. He felt it. He felt her choose him. She screamed his name into the mental connection that all dragons shared, and Zimanrath’s snarl of pleasure echoed his feelings. He won the Flight! No brown would show him up! Jackaloth turned away, and Zimanrath gave him a smug look as he pushed past, reaching out with his claws to take Pixieth to be his own. His talons gripped the claws of the smaller green, and he forcefully wrapped his tail around hers. Finally, tangling his wings with hers, Zimanrath allowed the pair to drop.

As soon as Zimanrath had been named winner, I’nao felt pleased with his dragon, and himself. Yes. They won out over the weyrleader and his dragon. They were better. Better and superior. I’nao growled deeply in his throat, his eyes narrowed and trained on Tamahome. Lothaia left the weyrleader’s side to grab at I’nao, purring a name into his ear. I’nao... Driving mad by Zimanrath’s own emotions, I’nao didn’t know what he was doing. He wrapped his arms protectively around the woman.

“Lothaia...” he whispered back, resting his chin at the crook of her neck, and moving his hands to her waist. “Lothaia...” the rider purred, pulling the woman back and away from Tamahome. I’nao nibbled at the greenrider’s chin before releasing her, and dragging her along into the first unoccupied weyr his hungry eyes spotted.

/fade to black