night ride [lash flight]

[ASTROLOGICAL!!]

It's just after sunfall when Nyche hears Raxth make a rare audible noise. Raxth, usually a silent creature, comes out of the Hatching Sands as quickly as possible, her sudden cries filling up the otherwise peaceful night.

"SHUT UP, RAXTH!" Nyche calls, but prepares herself anyway. She can feel the waves of lust start to fill her thoughts, and she knows instinctively to get to the lower caverns. Raxth's trills continue, bringing the attention of whatever male dragons are still awake as Nyche staggers towards the Flight rooms.

Thank god Lashs don't blood, because Nyche isn't sure how Queen riders do it. She's just barely able to keep her Raxth on the ground until she makes it to a place where she'll just find herself curled around another rider and not some unfortunate drudge.

But it's not quite time to go yet. Her flight attendants (as she calls them) need to show up as well. An unfortunate encounter with an innocent can't be healthy for anyone!

And then, only then, will Raxth Fly.

((i'm gonna end up randomizing this result so anyone who joins has a chance of winning. idk if this site is down with NPC chasing, but that'd also be allowed if whim is cool with it. GO FOR IT, BROS, LET'S DO DIS.))

[moonchilde]

He'd recognize that sound anywhere. R'lar takes a moment, thinks it over, and decides, why not. He's got no particular plans for the day, after all. He signals to Kharouth mentally, and the large bronze springs into the air. R'lar makes his way to the lower caverns, lust already brewing in his mind before he's taken the first step.

By the time he gets there, he doesn't recognize whose dragon he's chasing. Perhaps that's for the best.

[catnip]

There had been no question of whether or not Krith was going to fly, his knew him well enough by now that there was no arguments, and the brown was ready when the Lash Dragon declared herself ready to be chased.

Have fun.

F'nell could only shake his head as he made his way down to the flight rooms, joining the crowd of riders whose dragons would also be chasing the Lash. He didn't know whose it was, or even what dragon was riding. This should be interesting.

[Whim]

((NPCs can chase so long as the person writing them doesn't have a dragon that could chase otherwise. So if you have no riders or their dragons are all female, or the males are too high/low rank to chase, go ahead.))

Sunset was, normally, a relaxing time for M'tu; the day was over, which meant work was over, which meant he didn't have to spend any more time around annoying, arrogant, incompetent idiots that kept insisting they were better than him. There were occasional exceptions, of course, when some job lasted far longer than it was supposed to and they had to eat late, but that was normally somewhat tolerable; most people in the Weyr had at least learned to leave riders alone when they were that late, so he could normally eat in peace before going back to his weyr to escape the idiocy for the night. There were, of course, exceptions to that; the night riders in particular were obnoxiously enthusiastic for that time of day, and not all of them had learned to leave M'tu alone.

And then there were their dragons....

M'tu was sitting on his bed, idly checking the jacket he'd worn that day for any dirt or loose threads it may have acquired, while Rith lay on his ledge, not yet having moved after catching the last rays of the sun. M'tu didn't notice when a Lash emerged from the hatching sands, but Rith did, raising his head to peer through the darkness at the pale shape with gleaming lines. Rith was on his feet before M'tu noticed, crouched on his ledge, ready to launch off of it--after all, why should he fly down to the ground only to fly up again, when she would fly past him anyway?

M'tu did notice Rith's sudden attention, absently sending a questioning feeling toward Rith, then dropping his jacket and swearing at the answer. He jumped up, ignoring the jacket and his missing shoes--thankfully this hadn't happened when he was actually changing--and ran for the stairs down to the bowl. Much as he'd prefer to stay and hide in his weyr, that wouldn't help Rith at all... and someone would probably just find him anyway. Rith crooned absently at his rider, eyes focused on the Lash below, and waited; as soon as she began to fly, he would launch himself from the ledge to chase her.

[wolfedente]

Ph'resteus was tired, and Stremrth's excitement wasn't helpign that problem. They were just leaving Garnet hold, to go back to the Weyr, and Ph'resteus was going to sleep, but Stremrth had suddenly decided to teleport. He rarely didn't but the two had planned to fly back. Well that plan is shot now isn't it? He thought to himself. Stremrth cackled then shot through the dimensional hole called the Between. He only felt the momentary cold, but it bugged him and he hated the way it felt. Damn you...Stremrth He muttered. It wasn't truly that cold outside to Ph'resteus, so he was in a normal t shirt, and some cargo pants. The trip had nearly frozen him and he muttered and grumbled to the dragon.

Stremrth laughed at his rider before saying, I don't think so...you need me. His deep laugh reverberated through Ph'resteus body completely. Ph'resteus glared at the dragon before muttering something that sounded nearly like a 'sure I do...' but it wasn't quite distinguishable. The dragon snorted as he laughed even harder, with smoke coming out his nostrils. As he landed, the pair noticed a large crowd of riders looking above them. Stremrth raised his head to look up when he noticed a slender looking dragon that looked about 17 feet. It was a white lash with a lavender tint to her by the looks of it. She must be flying. Stremrth said to Ph'resteus.

Ph'resteus looked over at his buddy once he had gotten off. Do you want to chase her? You may not succeed you know... He muttered to the strong and yet desperately annoying dragon. He sighed and looked at the crowd. You will have some competition out there. He said making a comment on all the people out there. Then he finally noticed whose dragon that was. It's Raxth! That makes sense He muttered. The girl was in his wing so he knew who she was.

Stremrth chuffed at the obliviousness of his rider. He looked above him and said, I will take you over there with the other riders, and then I will chase. That sound good? He had definitely changed from the dragon before. 5 turns ago neither of them would have gotten along well enough to talk together let alone be friendly. Stremrth let his rider get on his back, and launched to the spot where all the other riders were waiting. He let Ph'resteus get off before flying off to chase Raxth. He chuckled and sent a telepathic message to her. Hey, enjoying yourself up there? He chuckled before starting to really gain speed, trying his hardest to catch her.

Ph'resteus looked around and watched Stremrth flying before spotting Nyche. "Hey. How did you react when she wanted to start a flight?" He said looking at the wingrider in his wing. He chuckled being slightly curious. He was still a little tired, but didn't want to miss the action above him. It was nighttime so Stremrth was clearly happy and energized since he slept all the day away. Ph'resteus was looking up when suddenly Strix climbed up out of his pocket and looked at him.

Strix was Ph'resteus' Tunnelsnake pet, that he had kept and raised since he was 14 turns. Strix had developed a signal of yips and barks to communicate slightly with Ph'resteus, even though it didn't work sometimes, emergencies were always known. Ph'resteus looked at Strix and then Nyche. Again, the other of his two pets, Pallos, the golden firelizard, walked up on his shoulder. She perched there at stared intently at Nyche. She sent feelings of remembrance to her owner, and to Nyche, to show that she remembered the girl and understood what was going on.

Ph'resteus chuckled, "You know what's even crazier?" He said towards Nyche, "I really think if I had the money I would buy a dog AND a cat too. He laughed knowing that he liked animals too much for his own good. He yawned once more before complaining to the girl, "Ugh, Stremrth was so energised, and now I see why. He decided to chuck us in the between instead of normal flying like we had planned. I nearly froze to death!" He whined annoyed.

[ASTROLOGICAL!!]

All right, so R'lar's Kharouth had shown up. Nyche made a mental note to fly Raxth faster than the bronze could keep up. A blue watched from the upper ledge, and she could tell that as soon as she took off, that blue would join in the chase. Then a brown, steadfast and strong, and then a Crest. Two Princes! Certainly not the worst turnout of the century, though the Blue would have a better time keeping pace than either big dragon.

And that Crest happened to be the Wingleader. He spoke, but his words were so fuzzy in the lust-driven mind of Nyche that she couldn't keep track. How did you react...

"I'm used to it," she murmured, not fully responding and not really catching all his words. "It's easy by now."

The rest of his words blur, because Raxth calls out again and then Nyche can't hold her any longer. With a gasp, the cat-tailed woman steps back, knees shaking a bit from the sudden wave of desire pulsing through her veins. When she stands upright, she's breathing heavily, heart pounding as she sizes up each man in the room.

And only men.

It almost disappoints her, but she'll make them chase fast and quick, won't she?

Raxth springs off the ground, gaining altitude. As soon as she's up, she swings her body to one side and shoots through the air like a bullet. At this pace, she won't last long. The Flight won't last more than twenty minutes, likely less than ten.

But oh, how intense it will be for Nyche.

[wolfedente]

Oops mistake, will edit with real post.

[moonchilde]

The lust overwhelms him quickly. It's always a surprise, how fast his mind joins with Kharouth's, how fast he's lost in emotion. He's flying now, surveying the other chasers with disdain, doing his best to outfly them. He's strong and powerful, built for endurance, but he can't turn as well or as quickly as the Lash, making the chase difficult.

Kharouth's not exactly graceful, but he is quick, and with powerful strokes, he does his best to catch up to Raxth. Unlike his rider, his feelings towards Nyche and Raxth are untempered by any personal grudge. He chases her just as he'd pursue any other dragon, in a mindless burst of adrenaline and desire, lost in an instinctive passion.

[catnip]

Krith has always been good at chasing, his body lean and agile around the larger browns and bronzes. That was the one advantage to being a smaller dragon, and since he was a brown, he had the stamina to go with it. Or at least more stamina than a blue.

The Lash dragon was quick, and she was going to be quite the challenge. He bugled, and then shot through the air, flying as quickly as he could after her.

[Whim]

M'tu was halfway down the stairs and sprinting when Rith launched himself off the ledge, beginning to chase. He stopped, grabbing for the wall as his vision spun, the lash was flying past and others were following, bronze and brown and crest; all larger and slower, all trying to steal his lash. His! Rith roars challenge at the other males, wings shoving the air aside to pull himself into the sky, and--M'tu tears his mind away, gasps as the stairs are there again, and leaps down the last few, stumbling at the bottom and landing on his hands and knees on the ground.

Rith roars again, but he hears it this time, and that won't help Rith. M'tu shoves himself back to his feet and searches for the lash's rider; his vision is already overlapping with dark sky and beating wings, and it's only the sting of scraped palms and knees that keeps him in his own mind for now. That's okay; he's not going to fall off anything now, so it's okay if he becomes Rith again. But he wants Rith to be happy, wants Rith to win, and so he finds the right direction and starts toward the lash's rider, doesn't wonder who it is or if he's met them or how he'll deal with after; he's answered that before.

Rith's wings are beating, not fully rested but still strong; without the endurance that his competitors can flaunt, but the lash doesn't have that either, and he has agility to match hers, which the others don't. No use wasting that yet, though; let her fly enough to pay attention first, and so Rith chases steadily, following the lash dragon into the sky.

[ASTROLOGICAL!!]

Dragonlengths beat past in moments. Queen Flights are longer and cover more distance, but a Green or a Lash or an Orange in the sky flies like a bullet, piercing the air with her wings. As soon as they'd put at least a few hundred feet between them and the Weyr, Raxth whips her wings around, soaring upside down for a split second as she barrel rolls over, charging straight through her line of suitors.

Let the Princes and Lieutenant try to keep up!

But already, with only a few miles under wings, Raxth is beginning to tire. Nyche looks around her choices, their faces blending with draconic features. She reaches up and removes her hood, letting her ears show for once.

((next post, Raxth will decide.))

[catnip]

Flights that weren't queen flights were always more fun, with nothing important resting on it. They were also easier to catch for dragons like him, those who were more agile that lasting.

The brown flipped around easily, darting through the air swiftly. Now wasn't the time for acrobatics, now it was time to concentrate strictly on catching the Lash.

[Whim]

The lash's turn and charge wasn't something Rith expected, but that hardly mattered; Rith was one of the last in line, and he was already turning when the lash was halfway to him, dodging easily out of her way and chasing, closer than he had been. That was his trick; to save his endurance and take advantage of agility. Every female had tricks; they dove, or turned, or took the chase through cracks; none just flew in a straight line away from the Weyr for the entire flight. And if the other males didn't realize that, Rith was perfectly happy to take advantage of it. Being beside the female at the beginning of the flight was meaningless if you were too bulky and slow to follow. Being behind her, to get advanced warning and more reaction time, was normally useful, and Rith used that.

Rith's wings would be tired by the end of the flight--would be tired already, if he'd had any attention to spare for the fact. Not too tired, though; he'd had time to rest since patrolling, and his wings now cut through the air well, strength and control backing them. He roared again; part greeting to the lash, and part taunt to the other males.

[ASTROLOGICAL!!]

Rith flies well, and Krith flies true. The two Princes seem to have fallen behind. Raxth doesn't see them as any great loss. Her wings start to tire and she lets herself slip from the sky. It could be anyone's game.

But it's Krith that she lets catch her, Krith that she lets close. Nyche reaches out for F'nell, gloveless hands running across his face. It's the heat of the moment that spurs her passion. She doesn't even have to stand on her tip-toes to kiss him lightly.

She doesn't remember his name now. She'll probably forget it when Raxth rises again. But for the moment, like all moments of flight lust, there's no one she'd rather have.

[catnip]

Krith responded back to the other male's roar, even as he flew closer and closer to the Lash. He was a little surprised when she allowed him to get close, and took advantage of it when she did, claiming her as his, at least for the moment.

F'nell remembers her now, though it isn't important anymore. She is the same height as he is, making it easy for them to kiss, something that pleased him greatly. Now though wasn't the time for thought, it was the time for pleasure, and for being together.