Aldesia Weyr Announcements

[Aria]

Oraith's roar echoed off the valley walls, sending groups of firelizards and birds up into the air as she lunged from her weyrledge, eyes whirling a frenzied storm of violet. The herdbeasts keened and scattered as she dropped down into the corral, snapping up a herdbeast in her maw with a quick flick of her neck, teeth snapping straight through the animal's spine. Sormai ran to the ledge, panting, trying to control Oraith's raging lust as it threatened to consume her.

Only blood, Oraith!! No meat, only blood!

Sormai mentally screamed at her dragon. Oraith snarled, but did as she was told, clamping her jaws around the twitching herdbeast's neck and sucking it dry within a few seconds. Dropping the limp body, she took two steps, overtaking a second that had strayed too far from the main group huddled against the opposite fence. Again, she sucked it dry. Blood stained her golden muzzle, yet her hide glowed brilliantly in the afternoon sun. Oraith turned hungrily towards the huddled herd and stalked closer to them and again, the herdbeasts scattered as she chased, bringing down a large one, bellowing triumphantly.

Come to me, defenders of the weyr, if you dare to test your wings against mine!!

Oraith bellowed in challenge for everyone in the weyr to hear.
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Chasing Males
*This list will change as males come and drop out of the flight.

Vredevelth
Certaneth
Ferth
Wrath *WINNER*
Doesth

[Sokon]

She flies. I chase... The bronze shook his body as he stood up from the rocky floor of the weyr he shared with A'cher, eyes whirling slowly as he swung around to face the weyr exit, tetatively stepping forward to watch the skies outside for a moment before unfurling his wings and dropping off the ledge, bugling his challenge to the queen as he propelled himself upwards, heading in the direction of the golden form he had spotted only moments ago.

A'cher simply grinned, fighting off the bronzes emotions as he attempted to get closer to the weyrwoman's weyr. His feet pounded on the stone as he sprinted through the rider weyrs, the beat for flesh on stone matching unconciously with the poweful strokes that his bronze dragon was making as Vredevelth made his way through the skies of pern, his only interest the dragon who was, at that moment, blooding the stupid herdbeasts that fled from her hulk.

Again Vredevelth roared, this time to announce his presense to Oraith, unable to see her yet, and a such, succumbed to hovering several dragonlengths from the herdbeasts, eyes whirling fiercely as she awaited the queens appearance.

[Aria]

Oraith calls us... Certaneth announced as he rose from his stony couch, the queen's roar having woken him from his nap. "Oh no.... the Weyrwoman's queen flies?!" L'thin said in dismay as his brown lunged from the ledge of their weyr, his voice answering the queen's call. Certaneth landed near the herdbeast pens, but kept several dragonlengths away, not wanting to anger the glowing gold as she feasted on blood.

L'thin struggled against the tempting urgings of his brown dragon, his body moving on his own as he unwillingly sought out the Weyrwoman's weyr. He did not want to be Weyrleader and was hoping, in the back of his mind, Certaneth would lose this flight.

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Ferth waited on the ledge of his and Eva's weyr, eyes whirling violet in anticipation, wings partially unfurled in preparation to take off the moment the queen did. She calls and few come... He commented absently. Eva took a peak, a brown was on the ground, waiting and a bronze was in the air, hovering as he waited for the queen to take flight. "This shall prove to be an interesting flight." Eva commented to herself, Ferth's lust slowly taking control of her.

[Midnight]

Unlike the other males, Wrath was not eager to chase the Queen. He didn't think he was good enough, and all of the other males were so intimidating! But at the same time, he could not ignore Oraith's call. I must chase, mine! The Shadow told his rider, determination building in his voice. Maybe he could do this, if he tried!

V'darat patted his dragon's shoulder, smiling. "That's it, Wrath. Go get her." Wrath stood, flaring his wings, and he let out a powerful bugle, almost surprising himself. Rat chuckled as the shy Shadow launched himself into the air, flying for the feeding grounds.

The Shadow rider hurried to the Weyrwoman's weyr. He didn't really want to be Weyrleader, but what happened would happen. He nodded at the other riders, a bronze rider he didn't recognize, L'thin, and Eva. Eva as Weyrleader? Now, that would be interesting.

***

Doesth bugled his answer to the Queen's challenge, his eyes whirling red and violet as he took the air. S'rlin looked up, his blue eyes widening at the sight of Oraith circling the feeding grounds, blooding her kills. So the Senior Queen was finally rising! Taking a deep breath, he left his room and went to find the Weyrwoman.

Doesth sped for the feeding grounds, roaring at the other males. He was not normally an aggressive dragon, but this was different! As he turned his gaze on Oraith, however, some of the red vanished to be replaced with more purple in his eyes, and he crooned at her, trying to catch her attention.

[Aria]

Oraith, belly full of hot blood, lifted her head, the sunlight glinting off her glowing hide as she surveyed the males waiting for her. She flared her wings wide, lips pulled back in feral snarl. Test your wings against mine, if you dare!! Prove to me you are worthy of me! Oraith let out another roar as she jumped, giving one mighty heave of her wings to get her clear off the ground. Within moments, she was already rocketing up into the sky, speedily by passing the lip of the valley.

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Certaneth was taken off-guard by the large queen's speed and it took him several moments before he got off the ground in pursuit, now behind some of the other pursuing males. He hissed, eyes tinted with red amongst the violet storm.

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Ferth lunged from his ledge and was after the queen as soon as she took off, but soon fell several dragonlengths behind her as the queen literally shot out of reach, Ferth unable to keep up for the time being. He flew at any easy, yet strong and fast pace, trying to conserve as much strength and stamina as possible.

[Sokon]

The bronze that was Vredevelth watched as more males came to join the chase that was abot to happen, never once allowing himself to fall from his chosen point in the sky. I do not need to prove myself best. He growled mentally, adding a fierce roar in answer to Oraith's challenge, head turning to watch as the golden mass rose up from the feeding grounds, rocketing her way upwards with a speed that only semed to aggrivate the bronze more. With powerful thrust of his wings, Vredvelth gave chase, managing to pass a few of the other males and yet unable to catch up with the leaders. Not yet anyway...

[Midnight]

Wrath flinched a little as the Gold's powerful voice echoed in his mind, but he did not hesitate to follow her when she launched herself into the air. Beating his silver-black wings steadily, he took up an even pace, fast enough to keep up but not so fast he would lose too much energy this early in the Flight. Despite his shy demeanor, he was one of the largest males, and he would use his endurance to his advantage.

***

Doesth, on the other hand, was not content to simply fly and follow the Queen. He wanted to impress her and catch her eye! He bugled as he took off, assuring her that he was more than worthy of chasing her. When he was high enough in the air, he threw in a corkscrew spiral to show off his agility as well as his speed.

[Aria]

Oriath was a blazing golden comet as she blazed across the skies above the weyr, her massive bulk belying the gold's speed. She pumped her wings hard, angling up higher and higher, wanting to test the limits of the males that chased her, to see which one was worthy of her through and through.

((I will add Ferth and Certaneth a little later))

[Sokon]

Vredevelth gave the draconic equivilent of a grin at the sight of Oraith climbing higher into th air He may have been an inexperienced dragon, but the time he'd spent hovering over the feeding grounds had warmed up his wing joints somewhat, allowing him to gain a fair emount of ground on the queen. He wasn't winning just yet, but he was in for a chance. So long as the queen did something that would land her right in his path. Oherwise his hovering would have made for a disadvantage rather then the advantage it was at the moment.

[Midnight]

Wrath twirled in the air, showing off his agility. As Oraith angled upwards, Wrath followed her higher into the sky, throwing in a barrel roll for extra effect. He sped up as the bronze began to gain on the Queen. He had been hesitant at the beginning of the Flight, but now the Shadow was gaining confidence. He even gave a little snarl at the older bronze, beating his wings harder as the Queen continued to rise.

Doesth flew steadily, preserving his energy instead of relying on tricks. He felt an ache as he worked his wings hard to follow Oraith's ascent, but he did not complain. He was determined to last the entire Flight. It was worth it to have a chance at Oraith.

[Aria]

As the flight progressed, Certaneth began getting tired, his wing muscles burning as he struggled to keep up, slowly falling further and further behind the queen and the other pursuing males. After struggled for another twenty minutes or so, he finally had enough and dropped down, back to the weyr bowl, tiredly landing on the ledge of his weyr, breathing heavily as his eyes turned from violet to a sad blue. L'thin returned to the weyr and few moments later, patting Certaneth's nose. "You did well for your first, Certaneth." The brown sigh heavily. "Don't worry, you'll get her next time."

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Oraith's flight path finally leveled off as she banked left in a wide arc to pass over the Weyrbowl once more, catch a glimpse of the young brown dropping out. Seeing the other four males, she dove down, her entire body turning into a golden comet as it plummeted back into the weyrbowl, then suddenly turning nearly 90 degrees to shoot back up into the sky and over her pursuing suitors.

[Sokon]

{I'm just going out on a limb and assuming "the older bronze" was Vredevelth. Sorry if it wasn't ;}

Vredvelth's head whipped around at the realisation that his airspace was now occupied with another male. His head whipped around, eyes tinted red at the sight of the Shadow dragon as he conducted a barrel roll. He hissed, not amused by this challenge to his right to fly the queen and conducted a tight sumersault in the air, finishing slightly behind where he had started but still flying towards the golden dragon as she continued her ascent.

It was a reckless action to take without proper though, and the realisation of lost time further slowed his motion as the Shadow dragon snarled, flying past him with a few hard beats of his wings. Vredevalth growled then, stretching his neck out as he attempted to catch up with the shadow dragon, trying to gain lost ground as his wing beats became longer and stronger. He was slightly bigger then Wrath, and all his focus was now on trying to catch up, trying to get back in-front of the first threat he had felt in this chase.

He missed Oraith's turn, unaware that she dove down towards the weyrbowl until he caught a glimpse of her blurred form just ahead of the black dragon. Startled, he folded his wings to his side, dipping forward to plummet in what he hoped was a fall that would meet her on her downward path.

The bronze gave a startled bugle as the queen changed her flight path again, heading for the sky once more. His wings opened, and, while his adjustment was nowhere near as quick as the queens had been, he was sufficiently slowed from his freefall to be able to ascend once more. He paused a moment, hovering a few dragon lengths from the weyrbowl as he tried to catch a glimpse of golden hide while making aquick assessment of the other males flying before, with fierce wing beats he once again made a beeline for the Female, ignoring the throbbing in his wing-joints.

[Midnight]

Doesth turned on a wingtip to follow Oraith's change of direction, picking up speed. He was gaining now, and he thought he had a chance to catch her when she dove suddenly. Doesth followed, but he fell too fast, and he had to snap up his wings to stop his descent. The wind tugged at his wings, straining them, and he let out a creel of pain. By the time he righted himself, the others were far ahead. Crushed by disappointment, he slowly flew back to the Weyr and his rider.

***

Wrath continued to follow Oraith upwards although his wings were beginning to ache from the long ascent. Finally, she leveled out, and Wrath gratefully steadied his own flight. He banked wide and tilted to follow her change of direction, wondering what she was going to throw at them next.

He tucked in his wings and copied her dive, falling gracefully. He wasn't quite done with the dive when Oraith finished hers, and he had to quickly change course and speed upwards. His wings and shoulders started to burn with the strain, but he was never going to give up. All of his shyness seemed to vanish, replaced with something stronger.

[Aria]

Ferth was beating his wings as hard as he could, but even his experience was no match for the queen's speed. It was too much for him to handle and he dove back down to the weyrbowl, landing on the ledge of his weyr, exhausted. Eva returned a few minutes later, patting the tired dragon on the nose. "Not bad, Ferth, but I'm afraid the queen will always elude you." It never hurts to try. The crimson responded before dozing off to sleep.

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Oraith gave a delighted croon as she discovered that two males were left, a seasoned bronze dragon and a young, but very determined shadow. Her wing muscles were aching, her energy almost spent. With a roar, Oraith beat her wings hard, darting up into a steep rise, pushing herself to her very limits. Which of you is strong enough to keep up?

[Midnight]

Wrath gave a delighted bugle as two males dropped out, a bronze and the crimson. That left only Vredvelth and himself. He was immensely proud of himself for making it this far, when he hadn't even been sure if he was worthy to chase after the Queen. Now, he was more than certain he wanted Oraith. She was so strong, so beautiful! If only he could be good enough for her.

He pumped his wings, putting all his remaining strength into the climb. His wings ached, but he would never give up now. He crooned, his eyes whirling deepest violet as he drew closer to Oraith. Would she choose him?