Damn for Betrayers

[PhazonDragon]

The day opened with clear skies and a brilliantly bright sun. Pern's sun glowed orange and red as it rose, lighting up the night as it turned into day. Green Crucith took advantage of this warm morning to sun herself on a ledge carved out above the weyrbowl. She lay on her side, wings held out to soak up the rays from the sun, and her limbs stretched in a pleased manner. Was it an illusion that her hide seemed to light up with more than just the sunlight? The green crooned with delight as she lay there. Feels good, Z'volm dear... Why don't you come out? she asked, closing both eyes and laying her head down. The layers of sow didn't phase her, and the snow seemed to melt under her body heat.

To tell the truth, I'm burning up, and it's winter... I know what's going on here... Z'volm said, putting two and two together. The greenrider sat up in his bed, swinging his legs over the side. You're up this early, there must be a reason. Crucith, my lovely green, you'll hardly have as many suitors, and you're so violent when you Rise. Z'volm struggled into a clean pair of pants, and pulled on a new tunic. He knew what was coming: both beings in the bonded pair new.

Yes, I know. It's fun, the green growled.

That's my dragon! Z'volm, now dressed, was starting to leave his weyr. He had one foot out the doorway when he had second thoughts. Wait... There was something new he wanted to try. Z'volm had heard that some people on Earth liked it, and it did look like fun... The greenrider stepped back inside the weyr, and crossed the room over to the desk, where a few strips of leather and some chains sat. "Wonderful." Picking up the interesting implements, Z'volm was now ready to leave. And just in time too. A burning desire engulfed the greenrider, and he hissed in surprise and pleasure. Yes... Crucith...

The green has been lounging when the primordial instincts struck her. Of course, turns of Flights made her nearly an expect at predicting them. The only thing was she no longer had conscious control over her body. Crucith was overheating with desire. She stood up, bugled a call out over the weyr and weyrbowl, surely waking any still sleeping dragon that didn't feel her mating lust. Crucith growled, and beat her wings, taking to the sky for the short flight down to the feeding grounds, where she made quick work of an unfortunate bull. She bit into the beast's thick neck, fully ready to rend flesh from flesh.

Blood only, my radiant dear! Z'volm coached, shoving his will over the will of the green dragon. Blood only, and you know it. Meat will weigh you down, and we don't want that, do we? The greenrider calmly directed his dragon, his smooth mindvoice draining into the dragon's mind, and shoving away Crucith's will. Blood only. Z'volm made his way out of his weyr, fully ready to meet up with the risers of the Chasing dragons. He stalked through the hallways, forcing his will over Crucith's as she hungrily sucked the lifeforce out of her prey.

The squealing second bull beneath Crucith's claws only served to fuel her angry drive even more. She had finished off the first with little trouble, having snapped its neck when she bit into it. Crucith growled with enjoyment as the bull writhed under her fierce grip. The green bent her neck, not yet sated with her lacking meal, and dug her muzzle into the neck of the beast, sucking it dry of blood, then raised her head and lapped at the red liquid that stained her pale green snout. Crucith grinned, as best as a dragon could, displaying her stained teeth. Males...! Crucith left the blood-less carcass to walk a ways to the side, and faced the weyr, her eyes rapidly swirling with an angry and lustful ruby-red. Will you Chase?[/color]

Z'volm was in a hallway when Crucith sent out her call. He started to shake with excitement. Their first Flight outside of Pern. Which one of these outcasted riders would rise to the occasion? Who was going to Chase his beautiful green Crucith? There was a window to the right of the greenrider, and it was one that faced the feeding grounds. Interested in seeing the suitors, Z'volm made his way to the glass pane. He didn't have time to register the scene, because Crucith took off right then; a barrage of emotions, mostly rage and lust, assulted Z'volm. Panting, the rider leaned against the windowsill. His chest heaved at the onslaught from the green. Mating lust was always a fun emotion, with Flights being the part of dragonriding that Z'volm looked forward to.

Crucith raised herself onto her hind legs, spreading her wings to help keep her balance. The green's hide shined with radiance and heat, and she proudly stood on the feeding grounds, her recent kills on the ground beside her as if some foreshadowing hint. Like a warrior, the green bugled her challenge to the males of the weyr. Your Crucith Rise![/color] she announced, Will you Chase? Will you fly? Show your courage and face me, Chase me to the end! With one last deafening roar, the green flapped her wings and took off, not caring to wait around to see who would show up. If they had the courage to show, they would. And Crucith would not tolerate the timid.

[phyrstyr]

Yurith was just about to rend the flesh from his early morning meal, but was interrupted by a familiar sensation. The overwhelming desire to Chase. And with all of these Greens Rising, it was not surprising that he finally succumbed. As the Bronze looked towards the sky in search of She-Who-Would-Be-His, Crucith landed on the other side of the Feeding Grounds and began Blooding. Her radiant jade hide glistened, a supple grace pervading her every move even as she blooded a living bull.

Males...! Will you Chase?[/color]

Ahhhh...Nomics. I chase.... Crucith... Yurith would have said more, but he was busy with a single minded blooding of his kill. He growled savagely as he rent the ground in anticipation even as he sucked his prey dry.

A Green? Well, OK then. You're just full of surprises aren't ya. Nomics would have had some other witty and biting remarks for his Oh So Rank-Conscious dragon, but the Flight lust was affecting him too. Encroaching on his own taboos, his body was pulsing with excitement and a hunger for a certain Rider. He stumbled off in search of him.

Your Crucith Rises! Will you Chase? Will you fly? Show your courage and face me, Chase me to the end!

I Chase, Green Crucith! Are you prepared? For i shall fly, fight, and win. He bugled his confidence with blood stained jaws as he jumped after her into the air, fully (or as fully as a lust crazed dragon can be) aware of the danger and fully willing to take it.

[Wolfy]

Seeth, like all sane dragons were and all others should be at this particular hour of the morning, was asleep when Crucith bugled her first cry. He awoke suddenly, his temper black at being woken so early. That quickly changed when a familiar surge of desire and lust coursed through him. A Green dragon was rising, and he would answer her challenge.

He half flew, half strode on his four legs, to he dragon's entrance to the weyr he shared with his weyrmate, Sennia. Just as he was about to launch inself into the air, he paused, suddenly unsure. It had been so long.... He turned his head toward the room where Sennia slept still, exasted from the preparations and coming to Rocky Weyr from Pern. MineHeart.

Sennia awoke almost at once, her mind still groggy with sleep. "What is it, dear?" She yawned and sat up, her sleeping furs falling back to reveal her wearing little more than a white Earthian cami and soft trousers. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she glaced at the clock that resided on her bedside table.

Crucith rises.

This relevation broughtt her to full wakefulness immediately. She came out of her darkened room almost at a run, pulling on wherhide jacket over the clothes she had slept in. "What did you ask me for, you dimwitted oaf?! Shards, Seeth! Go!"

Rumbling affectionately at his rider,he leapt into the air, flapping his scarred wings strongly toward the feeding grounds to blood his kills before Chasing Crucith when she rose to the air at last. The two unfortunate animals that fell beneath his now single-minded determination died quickly as he swiftly took their life before draining them of their blood. As their blood flowed into him, a fire seemed to race along his limbs, a fire made up of pure lust and desire for the jaded green dragon that now raised herself and bugled once more, a challenge left standing for only those who were brave enough to try.

Your Crucith Rises! Will you Chase? Will you fly? Show your courage and face me, Chase me to the end!

He listened as the other brown cried out his acceptance of her challenge while he finished looding the kill he had began. Raising his head and standing on his strong back legs, he roared out his own response. I will Chase, Crucith! He did not bother to add any extra words; they were only a waste of time and concentration. That other brown was as stupid as drudges! He leapt into the sky, a deep growling pereating every inch of his body as he fought against his past shames and took flight, Chasing after the beautiful jaded figure of the rising Crucith.

---

Sennia gasped as Seeth's emotions seeped from his mind to hers. She watched with an almost detatched air as he descended to blood his kills. Blast him, she thought as her mind began to drift into the crazed state she had first experienced several years ago while she was still a Weyrling. He shouldn't have asked me.

He had risen to give Chase to any green since the accident that had left him with the harrowing depression the brown had carried with him ever since. He had always found a way to be as far away as possible when the took place; such as, say, the other side of Pern. It was time he took pleasure in a Chase once again.

Sennia's mind quickly became as driven as Seeth's own, and she knew she had to find Him. She had heard about Crucith and Z'volm, the homocidal dragon and the torturous rider, but the information no longer took root in her mind, crazed as it was. She stumbled out of her weyr and into the hall, slowly making her way toward the place she somehow felt Z'volm was located.

He was close, and she knew it.

[PhazonDragon]

With the sun glimmering off of her hide, Crucith rose into the sky. She hungered for more than a red liquid or flesh to fill her belly. A male needed to Chase, to prove his worth to her. Crucith would have no dragon of meek or timid mind. A male would have to be willing to prove that he was worthy of the attention that Crucith gave him. Otherwise, he would be in for a nasty surprise. The green roared out another challenge, her third one, and pressed her wings harder to gain altitude. Her muscles would not tired yet--she wouldn't allow it. If she had to, Crucith would forced herself to fly to the ends of this different planet, just to make sure her suitors proved their worth. From deep within her chest, Crucith rumbled in anticipation. And were where her Chasers?

I Chase, Green Crucith! Are you prepared? For I shall fly, fight, and win.

I will Chase, Crucith!

Two Chasers? A bronze and a brown? Only two? With a grumble of annoyance, Crucith said, Cowards, those who do not Chase... However, she did pride herself on the bronze that she managed to attract. Would he be agile enough to keep up? Those bronzes, with their huge bulk, fit for flying Queens, who Rise with stamina, not agility. At least she would put her two suitors to the test. With a teasing croon, Crucith rose higher, in danger of stalling, then folded her wings in an instant, now starting to drop like a stone. Cowards... Were they cowards? Show no fear--Crucith would have none of it. The green snarled her challenge again, tempting her Chasers to follow her.

On the other side of things, Z'volm gasped breathlessly. Crucith's lust was not going to give the greenrider a break. Z'volm managed a breathy chuckle. He would have to find the other riders. Crucith had two Chasers, he figured out. A bronze and a brown. No blues? Oh how wonderful. Boost the green dragon's ego... Z'volm had to find the other riders. He had to: his mind wasn't going to rest. Lustful thoughts swirled about his mind, and he had to take them out on other riders. The situation was different. They weren't on Pern; they weren't in a weyr accustomed to the pull of mating Flights. Crucith... Darling... Z'volm managed to spit out, still leaning on the windowsill.

Diving, Crucith tilted her head to glance back at the two giving Chase. Her eyes rapidly swirled with a bright and hungry red. A low growl formed in her throat as she taunted her suitors by flipping onto her back, and flaring her wings out. Come on... Crucith purred, now righting herself and speeding off to the left. The dive brought her close to the ground, and though she had slowed her fall with her little stunt, Crucith now flew dangerously close to the tops of the trees. She half-folded her wings, giving herself more speed over control The slightest twitch could send her flying off in any direction, more specifically the ground, or crashing into the mountains that loomed ahead.

He had to find those riders... Z'volm pushed himself off the windowsill, still holding on to the leather and chains, and stumbled around. The hallway was getting lighter, with the sun rising, and Z'volm found it easier to see. Maybe instead of just walking around of his own accord, the rider should stay put. No doubt the other two riders where looking for him as well, with their dragons Chasing and all. Content with that logic, Z'volm sunk down onto the floor of the hallway, sitting cross-legged with his items in his lap. "Heh, come and find me..." he murmured.

[Wolfy]

Seeth almost immediately recognized Jaded Crucith's challenge. I must follow her and stay in the Chase, or fall behind and be hurt.[/color] He knew exactly what he would do, even if it hurt him as much as that clump of thread had hurt Sennia and him hurt scores of times that much.

He flapped upward once, strongly, before copying her stunt as best he possibly could do by folding his threadscored wings and plunging down toward the trees below. He remembered feeling slightly lucky that they had gained altitude while they flew across the sky. He only hesitated a moment before doing as she had done while she fell from the sky, and then turned in the air, flying upside down. He he turned over again, he found, with a small amount of horror, that he had done this for too long. He broke some of the branches of the trees as he fought to gain altitude.

He would never had done this stunt if the lust and the want for Crucith as his had not been clouding his usually rather good common sense. He didn't even notice the tears in his hide from were thorn-sharp sticks had run across his soft hide.

It wasn't until he had righted himself that he noticed she had banked severely to the left while he struggled to gain control again.

He snarled with brittle anger, and turned as if he was little white Ruth of Ruath Hold, small as he was and completely flight worthy. His muscles strained to do turn, but he succeeded and went on, Chasing after her, the jaded green figure before him, challenging him to go on.

When she suddenly burst into newfound speed, he copied, folding his wings a little more than was really ever truly allowed. He was almost desperate to fill in the disance that he had put between them on accident. He would not allow the bronze to capture her; she seemed like the one who would make her own decisions, whether one liked them or not.

He kept a respectful distance behind her, away, but close enough to take any chance he had.

Sennia was recieving a torrent of emotions from her link with Seeth. Anger, mild horror, confusion, more anger, respect, all of those anly a few, and nothing compared to the lust that all dragons shared during a Chase. It could be dangerous, yes, but it was also something that many dragon men and -women looked forward to, even if she did not fully understand why. She was young, and Seeth had never caught a Green in flight. She did not know the pull of the Flight other than the Chase.

She stumbled along, crazed. She had seen only one other Chaser, a young bronze. Seeth really had a chance to win Crucith, and she knew it. She was closer to Z'volm, and in the next few minutes, she came across him, close to a window that had a full view of the Feeding Grounds. He was sitting, panting heavily just as she was.

She slid down the wall, keepinga distance from the Greenrider, knowing full well that it was a rule, either unwritten or not. She watched him hungrily, taking in his features as they waited. Through the haze that clouded her mind, she seemed to hear a calm, cool vioce saying, You have to wait, Sennia. The other Chaser's rider isn't here, yet. You'll need to wait even when he is here. You have to wait until Seeth catches the green.

She ignored the voice, even if she had no real choice in the matter. She watched and looked, seeing what he looked like, what he ore, what he had with him, what exactly he was doing. In that, she had no true choice but to do so. She did as Seeth did, watching Z'volm as he watched Crucith.

It didn't even occur to her to be alared at the things in his lap.

[phyrstyr]

Yurith followed Crucith's lithe form as she ascended towards the heavens. But he was caught off guard when she plummeted towards the earth. The Bronze knew that with his more muscular frame he wouldnt be able to work such quick turns as she. However he knew that he must follow her no matter the danger. But was he willing to loose his neck just for this? 'Of course', his testosterone filled blood seemed to scream. And so he followed her in the wing tuck, but also had to reposition his body just so in order to loose his upward momentum and stay close to the Green.

Nomics panted with anticipation and the many other feelings that ran through his body like fire. He staggered through the halls, searching for Z'volm. Finally, he found him. Nomics' breath caught as he was assailed with another even stronger wave of lust. Moving as close as he dared, he hunkered down by the Green Rider. Oh, he wanted so badly to touch him! But he couldnt, not yet. But, oh, how it pained him only to look. Oh, Yurith! Please hurry!

Knowing that it would be suicide, Yurith refrained from doing the flip, though his lust filled body wished to show his daring and prowess. And it was lucky that he didn't for he saw how the Brown struggled to right himself and not be impaled by the trees that had been getting dangerously close. Instead, the Bronze broke his dive with an upward barrel roll. He then arrowed downward, gaining speed and more dangerously, momentum. If he didnt time his movements just right, his mass would cause him to crash into the Earth. And that would be the end of that. He growled angrily at the thought of loosing to a mere Brown. But his thoughts were drawn away from such things by the tedious flight and the glorious Green that he Chased.

Nomics had to fight himself from reaching for the other Rider and just barely succeeded. Only then did he notice the female competition and the assorted items in Z'volm's lap. He wondered, even in his lusty mind, if those were what he thought they were...

[PhazonDragon]

Skimming over the tops of the trees, Crucith purred with pleasure. The Flight was going well. Crucith managed to startle both of her suitors, she noticed as the brown nearly dropped out on account of misjudgment, and the bronze didn't take the chance. Hah hah... Crucith grinned, pulling the edges of her lips up into a toothy smile. Too scared? Too scared? What a coward... The brown showed more promise... But the green wasn't done yet! Crucith let out a low bugle, directed back towards the bronze and the brown. With that, Crucith unfurled her wings, the wind catching them and pulling the green back. She growled, and banked to the right, just barely swerving out of the way of the upcoming mountain. Try your claw at that--split-second timing or crash into solid rock.

Tilting his head back to lean it against the cool stone of the wall, Z'volm started to worry. Not for Crucith's tiring muscles, but that she would be the end of herself one day... He didn't receive anything in return from the green, save for a low mental prod. Of course, dear. You'll be fine. Z'volm smiled, mimicking his green in that the corner of his mouth turned up, and the glint of the greenrider's teeth could be seen. First to show up was a female rider. Definitely not Z'volm's taste, he thought through half-closed eyes. She was definitely the rider of the brown dragon, and she sat down along the wall as well. Z'volm raised an eyebrow at her. Crucith... You better know what you're doing...

Having banked away from the mountain, the green now dove again, dove down towards the trees. A shallow valley peered up over the edge of the tree line, and Crucith flapped her wings twice, putting on more speed. It was impossible for her to reach her top speed now, but she was going to give it a shot. The green was a smudge in the sky now, grazing over the treetops, and clipping a few with the tips of her wings or an outstretched talon. She tilted her head back, and barked out a short laugh. Would neither of the two suitors follow her here? Shooting over the ledge, Crucith angled her wings and dropped down again, flying into the valley. Come on, follow her... Prove your worth.

The other rider decided to show up as well. The bronzerider. How wonderful... Z'volm took note of the man's curly hair, black and damp. Reminded him of himself. The woman on the other side wasn't bad look either, just not the right gender. She had dark blonde hair, and very interesting colored eyes. Threadscore littered her arm, and Z'volm had to wonder--was she of the same mind as the greenrider? Too bad she was female. The man was a better choice, but it ultimately was up to Crucith. Kinda disappointing with the lack of suitors, but Crucith managed to weed out the cowards from the group.

The wind whistled through Crucith's ears as she sped across the valley floor. She rumbled as she pumped her wings, keeping herself aloft and in the air. Crucith whined, and glanced back, checking to see if Yurith and Seeth were still following. Satisfied, Crucith pulled up, her belly scraping along the top of a tree. Follow! Fly! Crucith growled, resisting the urge to snap at the pines. Chase! Crucith felt herself weakening. She struggled to keep her wings straight, wanting to pull them in and rest. But she couldn't. She had yet to show the bronze and brown what she was made up. Crucith angled up, weaving up and down to force herself higher into the air. Chase... she hissed.

[phyrstyr]

The Green's bugle sent a thrill through Yurith's already hyped up body. And as it came, all inhibition left him. He WOULD win her. If he was maimed or killed in the process, then so be it. He saw her narrow escape from disaster and tried to follow suit. He knew that he would have to be careful, but care mattered not anymore. He fanned his wings also, their larger span helped to slow him, but his mass kept him going at a speed that was still to quick. He tried to pivot, but was too close to the mountain. In an effort of self-preservation and desperation, the Bronze threw his underside forward, scooping air with his open wings to continue his deceleration, and, even as he felt the the face try to crush him with gravity, he let loose a burst of strength from his hind legs and shoved off the rock towards Crucith. His legs now ached, but he was still in one piece. For now.

As she shot away, Yurith strove to catch up. He knew that he was made not for speed, but endurance. But alas, endurance had no place in a Green Flight. So he pumped his wings and hoped for the best. He followed Crucith over the trees, but didnt go quite so low as she. He skimmed just above the tallest branches. But he followed her headlong into the valley, full of reckless abandon.

Nomics wanted the GreenRider so very badly...Yurith, PLEASE! i can barely take it anymore! He knew it was selfish of him to complain to his dragon, who had no control over such matters, but he wanted Z'volm so badly it was painful. It had been far too long since Yurith last Chased. He had nearly won the Gold that time, but that had been almost two years ago. He had nearly forgotten what it was like. So when he said he can barely take it, he meant that in any moment he would loose reason and tackle the Green Rider. Which, though frowned upon, he would not regret in the least in retrospect.

When the shimmering Crucith flew skyward, Yurith arched his back a little extra as he opened his wings, allowing him to make a sharper ascent, thus keeping him from dashing himself to death on the trees that the Green managed to avoid with apparent ease. But she seemed to be tiring. Soon! he thought. Soon she would be his! Deep in his thoughts, however, he knew that it would not end so easily. There was most probably still a long way to go and he was beginning to feel fatigued as well, with all of these dexterous movements that his Bronze physique was not made for.

[Wolfy]

Seeth would have copied the green's movements as soon as she had done them, if the bronze had not gotten in the way. He had dove forward, throwing him off balance and pushing him aside as if her were a leaf ignored by the tempest of the storm.

As the bronze flew after her, completing the stunt, Seeth replayed the scene, paying specal attention to how Crucith had done it. He was to big, he knew, to do it exactly, and tiring from hos frenzied Chase, but he was still strong and fast enough. He sped toward the cliff face, waiting until the last possible moment for his to turn away with a jerk. Even then, he could have grazed his wing against the stone if he had stretched it but a little farther.

Sennia caught a glimpse of what was happenning, or what had already happened, when Seeth replayed what the green had done. She gasped and her eyes opened suddenly and widenned with terror. Seeth, don't you dare get yourself killed chasing after her! I can't loose you! She sat there, trmembling, and was awarded with no sudden cuts in their deep connection, in the flow of emotions.

It had to be Crucith, she moaned to herself. Her, of all of the possible greens to fly. It had to be her. She closed her eyes, her breaths uneven and quick as longing for Z'volm wracked her body and mind. He was sitting right there watching her and the Bronzerider. He seemed cooler and calmer than he had any right to be, seeing as it was his dragon that had called to the males in the Weyr, provoking them to Chase her as she flew through the air.

The bronze flew on not far from Seeth as they both flew after Crucith. They dove down at almost the same time, down close to the trees that tried to snag them with their tops and branches, and down into the small valley that openned before them, right after beautiful Crucith dove into it.

Why could the bronze not leave him and Crucith be? He was fit for golds, those ignorant queens that felt the should rule all dragons and even the humans. Greens belonged to blues and browns; golds belonged to bronzes. That was how it should be, that was how it was now; that was how it always had been and aways would be. He had no business here. The green is mine! I am the only brown here, and the blues were to cowardly to even try to Chase her.

Suddenly, Crucith's tired form angled upward once more into the clouds. She seemed to be plannng something, something that would be the last stunt that was left in the flight, probably dangerous and deadly for those who were not careful. It did not even cross his mind to be careful or scared. Doing so would be the end of his role in this Chase.

Sennia moaned again, but it was from the increasing longing that she felt for Z'volm. She wanted him, wanted him so badly. She didn't know how much longer she could bear that feeling building inside her. She didn't know if she could hold out long enough. The bronzerider felt the exact same way, she knew, after seeing his hungry gaze pass over Z'volm. He looked ready to tear off his own clothes and attack the greenrider.

She had been sitting feet away from the Green- and Bronzerider. Slowly, she began to edge a little closer.

Victor will soon be distinguished from the losing rival.

She knew that and Seeth knew that. It was only a matter of time.

[PhazonDragon]

Feeling her strength waning, Crucith knew she had to pick a winner, else be left unsatisfied. She purred, a guttural noise that sounded nothing like purring, and continued to climb. Behind her, the green just barely saw what was going on. The clumsy bronze was he used the rock face as a springboard. Humph. Inventiveness wasn't going to help him, was it? At the same time, Cfucith managed to coax a lovey, hulking bronze into her Flight, where blues and browns had the advantage. He was a fine specimen too--he showed courage and a willing to risk that which he had, all to win a petty green Flight? Crucith spurred her wings on further, one last wingbeat sending her straight up, only to have the green fold back over herself in a loop. Come follow her now... Crucith righted herself, and leveled her flight so that she was speeding away at an increasing pace, but parallel to the ground.

As she left her pursuers in the dust, Crucith risked one glance back. The brown was particularly forceful and willing to win. He executed Crucith's turns, dives, and spins with near-perfect elegance. He wanted her badly, Crucith felt it. Slyly putting on a draconic grin, Crucith faced forward again. He would have to do better than that though. Half-baked maneuvers wasn't going to cut it. Even the bronze looked to be a better choice, with his huge and awkward form that had little place in a green Flight. Yurith or Seeth. Bronze or brown. She had to pick. Each wingbeat left her tired, and her muscles ached for the ground. Crucith's wings called out for the suitor to latch on and catch Crucith before she fell from lack of strength. The dark-colored Seeth was looking promising, especialy with his dangerous actions as if he had no care in the world. Did he have the same fondness for pain that Crucith had? Did he like it? Would he risk his rider for the fun and joy of pain?

Though relatively calm on the exterior, Z'volm fidgeted on the inside. With a heavy and lustful sigh, Z'volm leaned back, his head hitting the stone wall with a gentle thump. Crucith, he complained, Are you going to choose? Don't keep me waiting... The greenrider felt his dragon slowing, her powerful wings starting to give up the fight, even if she wasn't ready to. She was going to have to choose. Z'volm pushed his back against the wall, trying to pull himself into a stand. She would choose. She had to choose. Z'volm would be ready. A bit unsteady on his feet, Z'volm stood, one hand against the windowsill, and another clutching at the items in his lap. Crucith dear... Darling green...

I choose... the green trailed off, stalling for time. Crucith's eyes narrowed into slits, and she purred one last time. Time to choose. The bronze or the brown. Both were worthy--they had at least kept up. No one dropped out, though she was diappointed with the turnout of only two suitors. Better than nothing. At least they had the sense to show up, rather than risk the green's wrath later at finding out she was cheated out of her males due to a little lack of courage on the part of the other dragons. Of course, she'd rather have a risk-taking male than a timid and cowering one. I choose... she repeated, angling her wings to catch more of the updrafts, and allowing the drafts to pull her upwards. A pleased snarl escaped her throat as Crucith climbed higher once again.

A smile played on Z'volm's lips. He knew his green's choice. He wasn't about to protest either. He was getting what he wanted. While he would have taken a larger selection than just the two riders, but it was better than nothing. The greenrider winked, and stood up straight in his full glory. "Come on, then. Don't keep me waiting..." he said, beckoning to the rider of the winner with a tempting finger and a suggestive wink. He held onto the objects in his hand, though they swayed and clinked in a threatening manner.

Cructh rose into the air. She took herself higher than before. At the height of her climb, Crucith readied to fold her wings, and drop to the ground, should her chosen winner not make sure of his victory. Claim your glorious prize, Brown Seeth!

[Wolfy]

Seeth had easily seen how tired the beautiful green was getting. He had noticed her little glances back toward him and the foolishly clumsy bronze that rivalled his claim to her. The single-minded dragon wondered what was going through her mind.

She's probably reviewing our wretched flight skills, he grumbled to himself, figuring that the jaded green would never pick him. After all, she could have abronze, however unsure he seemed with his wings. Why would she want a brown when she was offered a bronze?

Sennia's thoughts cut through his rising depression, even while she hissed out You're a fool, Seeth! Just Chase her Always obiendiant to her, he obeyed without question, throwing his aching muscles forward and upward even as Crucith did so.

I choose...I choose...[/i][/color] Even as she sent these thoughts back to her pursuers, she angled upward, even farther into the frosty sky. Finally, when it seemed that they could rise no farther, she stopped.

Claim your glorious prize, Brown Seeth![/b][/color]

Seeth hesitated, more from surprise than anything else, before diving past the bronze with a contemptuous flick of his tail against the other's neck. He pumped his wings once, twice before he was finally higher than she, and then grasped her beneath him, his tail twining with hers and his neck twisting and curving around her own to allow his head to be right above hers.With that, he folded his wings and they began to plumet through the winter clouds toward the iced earth below.

Sennia had scarcely believed Z'volm when he had motioned to her; Seeth was still Chasing. The green hadn't declared who had won her yet. She stood, slowly, painfully, her eyes still glued to the beckonning Greenrider, waiting for that comfirmation that Seeth had won. She did not have to wait long; Seeth's victory was sent out in a wave and she only barely noticed his contempt for the bronze.

She hissed savagely at the bronnzerider that sat watching on the floor. As he finally left, she finally took what was hers for the taking.

She pressed her body against that of Z'volm. Her hands tangled within his dark hair, pulling his head down just far enough for her to reach it.

[phyrstyr]

Yurith KNEW he would have her. There was no way he couldnt. He was superior in every way except for agility, and that he made up for in courage. Seeing that they were in the final stretch, he put even more effort into his mildly aching wings. He was surprised by her sudden burst of strength as she shot almost vertically into the sky, but missed only half a beat in his chase as he angled up after her. Just as he had changed his line of flight, however, she moved again, this time into a tight loop. He strove to mimic her movement exactly but his bulk got in the way. He managed to collect himself and perform a more loose, but just as speedy, decent after her. And as she leveled, he pumped his wings to catch up.

Seeing Z'volm shakily get to his feet, Nomics knew that the Flight was almost over. Youre close, Mineheart, so close. Just a little longer. A new wave of desire overtook him at the possibility that he might finally get what he had been waiting for. But just as he had told his dragon, he had to wait a little longer.

I choose...

As she began to make known her chosen suitor, Yurith rumbled in anticipation. Now that bratty Brown would see where his place truly was, would see the respect that was due to his Color.

I choose...

He was so close to victory. The thought of defeat was not even in his mind. He was a BRONZE for goodness sake. It was an HONOR for him to even consider joining, let alone risk his life.

Claim your glorious prize, Brown Seeth!

A wave of not lust, but dejection, assailed Yurith. He bugled mournfully. But that was all he allowed. He would contain his sorrow and displeasure. The Brown HAD, after all, done very well in keeping up with the Green's maneuvers. He was beginning to wing towards the lake to cool away the now pointless lust when the Brown flicked his tail rudely against Yurith's neck. His wrath flared. How DARE a lowly BROWN show his superior such INSOLENCE!

Yurith was prepared to defend his title as a Bronze, but the others had already begun their Fall. Not wanting to accidentally injure Crucith, he refrained from lashing out. So, filled with anger, Yurith decided to 'take it like a man' and leave them be. In stead, he continued on his path towards the lake.

As soon as he realized the outcome, Nomics gave a saddened sigh. This was unexpected and quite unpleasant. He was about to go off to find another to relieve his tension with when the BrownRider hissed at him. He understood that she was lust crazed and had little control over what she was doing, he was still in that mindset as well. That is why, when Yurith's anger suddenly flared, Nomics became enraged as well.

Seeing as the moment of her hiss and the moment of his anger coincided, Nomics began to growl back at the BrownRider menacingly. But he managed to gain his head for a moment and, instead of inviting conflict, walked away swiftly while trying in vain to console his dragon.