9/22/01
Logfile from PernWorld
Commons Cavern(#9528RIJM)
A grand stairway leads downward into the cool rock of the commons cavern. A place for socializing and relaxing, as well as shelter from the seasonal storms of this area. One of the few caverns of this area, the rock has been worn away by centuries of water, leaving a nearly glass smooth polish over much of the room. Rocky shelfs line the walls and area around a natural pool that occupies half of the far end of the cavern. Lit by paper lanterns covering electric lights, this cavern takes on an air of comfort and almost resort like relaxation. To the far side of the pool is a bubbling spring of heated water, piped in by an ingenious techcrafter from beneath the hatching cavern. All about are balconies of rock with stairs leading to them and small dumbwaiters delivering food and drink up to them.
Syra has esconsed herself up on one of the higher balconies, leaning dangerously far out over the edge as she sits atop the railing, only one booted foot hooked into it guarenteeing that she'll stay upright. Her sword is on her lap, reveiving a nice sharpening and polishing as Syra giggles to herself every few moments, eyes only half-focused as she assumedly listens to Arolaeth rant about something.
V'ncent is silent in his walk through the weyr in search of his weyrmate. As late as it is and the recent upsets, it has no doubt put a strain on his young mate, one that brings a great deal of concern. Turning towards the hatching cavern he is brought to a pause, his eyes lighting upon the vibrant red of Syra's clothing, sparking a smile of some sort on his aging face, though there is a hint of disquite at her precarious perch. Ascending the stairwy so as to not startle her, he makes his way onto the balcony beside her.
Syra doesn't notice V'ncent for a good moment or two, so intent on making sure her blade is absolutely /perfect/ is she. But his presences alerts her after a moment and she looks up, cheeks flushed and eyes narrowed, nearly hissing her silibants in that disconcertingly accent-free voice. "Did /he/ send you? You just leave the both of us alone." A faint smirk creeps its way up as she leans further back on the railing, putting as much space between herself and her weyrleader as possible with her perch. "We get along just fine on our own. None of /your/ kind needed."
V'ncent's expression for a moment seems almost hurt but it is with the understanding of age that his smile is softened and he pauses, coming no closer to her as he nods. "You are both strong and capable. Zaristh knows his worry for you both is unwarrented for I often tell him as much. Korivant was settled in for bed, so I thought I'd come and see if you had dinner yet."
J'rk from Telgar is settled at a table in the commons, dark face rather creased and tired, but the brownrider has gotten himself a glass of wine, and is working on some random thing, writing, blue eyes watching glancing upward toward the Weyrleaders.. just a moment before the brownrider turns his attentions to the other side of the cavern, eyes going out of focus as he listens to his dragon Idioth.
Syra nods to herself, suspicion fading a bit as the smirk grows. "Maybe he can be taught just yet." Sword is tossed from her lap to the table, clattering against it and leaving more than one scratch — not that Syra pays any attention to details like that. She slips down off the railing, though she continues to lean against it, and muses, "Did the hatchling ask for me?" Bright green eyes remain locked on her mate, tensed for any sudden movement that might be necessary to get away should he prove as fickle as those bloody males can so often be. "I'm not hungry," is the curt reply as Syra arches her back, leaning down over the railing. "Not yet. So don't you go thinking to fatten me up."
V'ncent chuckles faingly at her comment, taking it for humor even as it was not quite ment as it. Moving slowly around her, he takes a seat to the other side of the table, allowing her both space and confidence that he cannot come near her easily, especially with the blade separating them. "He did. But he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open for one sleep song. He and Ozy and Vinessa are curled up like a clutch of eggs."
Arolaeth> Southern Clearing
Arolaeth> The Southern Clearing of Eastern Weyr is likely the largest clearing in the area. Opening into the feeding grounds, and the infirmary, it serves as a major area for flight meetings as well as relaxation in the evenings during the cooler seasons. Tall trees to all sides of the clearing offer shade as well as leaving passages for cool breezes into the clearing. To the opposite side from the infirmary, huts and weyrs have been set up in island fashion. Caves being too hot for the majority of the seasons and too few of them to go around, huts both on the ground and in the trees are set up to house the many residents who prefer the inland view. The cool of the evening leaves this huge clearing mostly silent as most of the activity has moved either to the beach or the commons cavern and the main clearing. All around, colored paper covers electric lanterns, lightly pathways to huts and weyrs as well as the other areas in this clearing. Autumn is difficult to tell from summer on this lovely coast as the trees in this tropical paradise are given to little change. The days are once again becoming cooler, but the storms are the worst during this season.
The wind is calm, and there is barely a cloud in the sky. Except one or two that float by, blocking the view of the beautiful starry night . A faint glow falls upon the coast as overhead the moons appear to be in their full phase.
Arolaeth> Contents:
Dragons: Gold Arolaeth
Other: Jumping Course: Eastern Weyr and Eastern Weyr RaceTrack
Arolaeth> Obvious exits:
Arolaeth> Main Clearing -mc- Infirmary -inf- Feeding Grounds -fg- Ground Weyr -gw- Stables -s-
Arolaeth> Zaristh wings high over the weyr, his great wings hardly offering any movement as he hovers, searching.
Syra softens for a moment, murmuring, "Our poor little hatchling." Though the 'our' most likely isn't meant to apply to herself and V'ncent… She hops back up onto the railing of the balcony, deftly snagging a foot for balance, and laughs again. "Poor little hatchling! Clutch… eggs…" Eyes narrow once more, green slits focused in on V'ncent. "What is /that/ supposed to mean? How /dare/ you imply that!" Irate once more, she hops off the railing and makes a grab for the table and where her sword was thrown. "No eggs! Never again! We swore it!"
Arolaeth> Arolaeth is just a darker spot in the shadow beside the entrance to the infirmary, the glow of both herself and that of the moons masked by the layer of dirt and mud that sullies her hide, helping to mask her from view… save for the two whirling pinpoints of orange that continually sweep from side to side as she scans for danger in the form of a bronzen body.
J'rk stands again, wine in hand, and moves toward the serving tables, peering down at the foodstuffs. Uck. Nothing like Telgar. But then, this is /Eastern/, what do you expect? He sure is biased, isn't he? Icy blue eues glance toward the Weyrleaders again, then turns back, eyeing the serving tables critically.
V'ncent knows better than to try to disarm her in such a state. A big man he might be, but the weapons of war were never of a great intrest to him. Holding his hands where she can see them, he makes no more move for retreat but sits as a man condemened to his fate. "As you wish, M'lady. Perhaps I should take Zaristh from the Weyr so to keep him from upsetting your queen further."
Arolaeth> Zaristh stretches out his wings, then cups them, his body sliding down a warm draft of air, easing towards the grounds near the feeding pens to peer inward for a better look.
Xe'n wanders in with soft steps. He pauses to glance upon the scene the leaders make and then finds a spot faaaar away to sit and contemplate.
"He—- where is he?" Syra's eyes widen in vague alarm as she snatches her sword, and with a final glance at V'ncent, tears down the stairway and into the cavern proper. "He's not going to sneak up on me again! Not this time!" She pauses by the entrance way and whirls, sweeping her blade in an arc. "All of you had better leave! I don't want to see any of you bloody sharding males in the sky. Not /one/!" Seems she's caught on to what's going on this time, and neither she nor Arolaeth are too pleased with the situation, nor with each other, for Syra mutters under her breath, "You /swore/!"
Zaria steps into the commons after finally getting Donaraynith to sleep for a bit. Then again, she needed some time away too. A brow is arched as she steps arrives among bickering and such. "Greetings." Murmuring some as she plucked a sweetstick in her mouth and continued on with her business; moving off to pour herself a mug of klah. Praying that she wouldn't get something chucked at her by one of the leaders.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth rouses herself at the sound of a big form moving overhead and hisses to herself, slowly getting to her feet with silently rustling wings. If the bronze is going that way… she's just going to slink towards the trees as quietly as she can: a good place to hide, after all.
Arolaeth> Zaristh settles into the feeding grounds, his dark muzzle greying with age but his eyes still sharp with whirling sensations and drives. His nostrils flare, taking in the scent on the wind with a deep inhale of male drives. Three deep breaths is all that he needs for his eyes to shift to a glowing crimson and his head to tilt up towards the moons, letting forth a roar of challange that wakes the entire weyr.
J'rk raises an eyebrow at the weyrwoman, not the least bit taken aback. After all, her dragon is proddy. Watching them, the brownrider raises his glass to Xe'n and Zaria in a primitive greeting. "'Yo. Telgar's duties to Eastern." Rising fom his stooped position over the serving tables, the tall rider selects a meatroll and tastes tenatively.
<EAW ALERT> A dragon roar of challange sounds, echoing through the weyr, apparently coming from the Southern Clearing/Feeding grounds.
V'ncent rises, taking his time so as not to spook the Weyrwoman into dangerous states of panic, though he cannot spare the time to do this too cautiously. "Beloved?" he calls out, trying to slow her.
Arolaeth> Zaristh lumbers over to the feeding grounds.
Arolaeth> Zaristh has left.
Arolaeth> You lumber over to the feeding grounds.
Arolaeth> Feeding Grounds
Arolaeth> Contents:
Dragons: Gold Arolaeth and Bronze Zaristh
Arolaeth> Obvious exits:
Arolaeth> Clearing -c-
Arolaeth> Khoth swoops into the feeding grounds, from the clearing.
Arolaeth> Khoth has arrived.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth throws her head up at the challenge, brilliant red-orange flaring in her gaze as she suddenly swoops up into the air, screaming a challenge of her own. If that bronze can be bold about things, then shardit, so can she! Powerful wings beat, carrying her into the air above the feeding grounds as she circles, peering into the darkness to track down her audacious mate.
Arolaeth> Argonth lumbers into the feeding grounds, from the clearing.
Arolaeth> Argonth has arrived.
Maria walks into the Commons Cavern, from the main clearing.
Maria has arrived.
Xe'n blinks, looking up warily. Head nods in greeting. "Welcome" though attention seems elsewhere as he frowns glancing towards the outside.
Arolaeth> Zaristh snarls upward at the golden monolith, his dark face a grimmacing mask of annoyance as he lifts his head from his first kill. Snapping his jaws at the evil queen he almost seems to contemplate keeping her from the grounds entirely.
Maria strides into the commons cavern a big smile on her face. She waves toa few familiars and then asks, "Has ne'ry a person seen that pesky bronzer, Yu'i?
<EAW ALERT> An answering cry, a good bit higher in tone, answers the first, a furiously strident sound coming from the same direction.
Arolaeth> Idioth hovers down toward the feeding grounds, eyes whirling, dusty brown coat same color as always as he lowers, eyes fixated on the queen, wary and yet watching with all the attentiveness one would give.
Arolaeth> Argonth lands in the feeding grounds, conveniently atop a brown buck. His talons put pressure on the sides of the bleating body, and eventually press hard enough to poke through the flesh, then through the ribcage..then through the lungs, cutting the cries short with a gurgle as blood swiftly fills the lungs. Argonth bends his head to drink from the carcass, now quivering with morbid reflexes.
V'ncent stumbles at the doorway, his head spinning as he leans out and almost stumbles into J'erk. One hand to his forehead he stands there in confusion, trying to regain his sense of direction.
Arolaeth> Khoth what a good time to get off of watch. The younger brown swoops closer to the feeding grounds, though the circling dragon overhead is given wide enough birth as he folds his wings to sweep just over the fencing into the grounds and alight there. Eyes whirl, taking on a deeper tone, though nothing does he yet voice as a place is taken.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith offers a glare at the rising golden one. Fanning out his bronze wings before taking up to the air, scanning for the perfect buck. Moving down as the veteran bronze uses his large talons to break the neck of the large buck he would feast upon.
Maria's back stiffens and her smile quickly disappears. She spins around to stare at the door and hisses to herself, "You -liar!-" She quickly takes a seat, one hand coming up to cover her now dark eyes, and in a matter of seconds, she practically ages by ten turns, face growing ashen and grey.
Syra stomps her foot, throwing her sword down in frustration as she whirls once more, this time towards the clearing. "Y'stop this! Stoppit right now!" A hint of rationality breaking through before she shakes her head again, propping her hands on her hips. "You just shut up! This is /your/ fault! You and that bloody monster of yours!" The last is thrown back towards her weyrmate before she vacates the cavern. "Shard you!"
You walk over to the main clearing, entering the room…
Main Clearing
You stand to the middle of a huge clearing, created decades ago by dragons and kept clear enough for landing and taking off of the majestic creatures in such numbers as this weyr supports. Almost lost in the dense jungle-like atmosphere are the caverns, pathways and 'weyrs' that house the inhabitants of this island. At this late hour, all that lights your pathway through this jungle paradise are paper lanterns, glowing cheerfully about the clearing and about the pathways that branch off from here. There is a faint glow from the open doors of the cavern passage into the Commons of Eastern Weyr. Autumn is difficult to tell from summer on this lovely coast as the trees in this tropical paradise are given to little change. The days are once again becoming cooler, but the storms are the worst during this season.
The wind is calm, and there is barely a cloud in the sky. Except one or two that float by, blocking the view of the beautiful starry night . A faint glow falls upon the coast as overhead the moons appear to be in their full phase.
Contents:
Players: Syra
Obvious exits:
Commons Cavern -cc- Spiral Stairs -ss- Jungle Path -jp- Beach Path -bp- Western Clearing -wc- Southern Clearing -sc- Road Out -ro-
Arolaeth> Argonth may be old, but he's got quite a bit of vigor in these limbs, ya young whippersnapper! Argonth sends a threatening growl to Khoth whom he deems too close to the prize which he will naturally ensnare. He lifts one forepaw and claws at the skin, causing more blood to well up around his klah talons, tinging them with crimson like new paint on a press. His tail thrashes madly behind him.
Maria walks into the main clearing, from the commons cavern.
Maria has arrived.
Serina> J'rk notes Maria's entrance then frowns. Pesky bronzer indeed, that Yu'i was. Then his frown deepens, the connection to his lifemate growing more intense. "Shardit. Big dumb lout, you just can't give up chasing the queens, can you?" is muttered angrily under his breath, the tall brownie moves after Maria and Syra, glowering at being interrupted.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth might be big, but she's reasonably nimble in the air — a sharp veer brings her away from Zaristh and those teeth as she taunts him with another call, flicking her tail his direction. Head lowers, brilliant orange gaze with nary a hint of lust scanning over the herd and selecting a fine, fat specimen of wherry to pounce on and tear into furiously with talons, rending the carcass into strips. « I dare you! » Head lowers to lick at the blood pulsing out, swinging over the grisly carcass teasingly. « Try to touch me, will you, wherry? »
Arolaeth> Khoth snorts, unintimidated by the other males. Wings flare out to keep the distance about him clear. It's a lucky break that another beast scares some of the herd his way so that effort to catch is merely the single swipe of a claw. Almost toyingly he fastens his talons into the tripped beast before it can find its own legs to escape. Once more he gazes upon the gold, and then head dips, jaws parting ending the struggles of the creature he holds in a bloody rush.
Arolaeth> Zaristh rises easily to the dare, charging into the fray before she can draw one good draught from the struggling corpse. His wings fanned out, he bares his teeth in a bloody grimmace of rage as he seeks to drive her from her kill and steal it right from beneath her nose.
V'ncent walks into the main clearing, from the commons cavern.
V'ncent has arrived.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith warbles angrily, his foreclaws slashing across the stomach of his latest victim. Furrowing his muzzle into the buck, blood dripping around his face. Tail swishing some as though to warn any other males, if they dare cross his line…
Arolaeth> Idioth dives down toward the nearest victim, a fattened young buck, and promptly digs his talons into the beast, the big dusty brown only sparing a simple glance toward Zaristh and Arolaeth before lowering his head to blood quickly, slurping then pouncing on a fattened herdbeast nearby, jaw dropped, but eyes on the gold.
V'ncent stumbles out of the commons on the arm of a young healer, hardly kept to his feet as he struggles to regain his control and that of the aging bronze.
Arolaeth> Argonth finds that the carcass which he has drained of blood is now… useless. He steps off of it and picks it up with his mighty jaws. He flings it to the side, with every intention of it hitting another dragon and perhaps knocking him out of the competition. He then gathers his limbs beneath him, and leaps into the air, circling the grounds once before descending upon yet another beast, his landing snapping the back in twain and immediately immobilizing the creature. He bends his head and rips out the tender underbelly, entrails spilling forth in a steamy pile of blood and vile onto the dirt.
Syra is heedless of the caravan she's gaining as she stalks through the darkness, bright leathers washed of color in the moonlight. "Sharding bloody shells…" is muttered in the curse words that Arolaeth so loves, steps breaking into a run towards the southern clearing and the feeding grounds, calling out in first one tone, then a completely different, "Y'leave her 'lone! I'll bloody well kill you, beast!"
Arolaeth> Donnerth arrives on the scene, soaring over the herd and deftly picking out his prey. Carring the victim in a graceful but powerful swooping arc up the hill, he lowers his head and drains the beast ravenously. With a shout of defiance to the other males and to Arolaeth, her rears back and watches every move by everyone now, poised for action.
J'rk is still grumbling under his breath. "Fardling dragon. Idiot Idioth. Just leave her alone. She might hurt you," continuing to mutter, the brownrider food critic-type person glaring to no one inparticular, moving quickly to keep up.
Maria doesn't bother to run. She hasn't got the ability. Her body is currently enwrapped with that turmoil of when a rider's bond with their lifemate is growing stronger. She just shuffles behind Syra, head swung low.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth roars, wings pressed hard into her sides to make a smaller target of her already large figure, and makes a duck for the side, abandoning her prey in favor of lunging down, teeth bared, to try and get in beneath Zaristh's guard and score a hit. She's got practice at this, she has, and the blinding hatred to give extra energy.
Arolaeth> Zaristh rolls away, prize in his teeth, the limp carcass snatched from the very jaws of the deamon, but the price, is it too much, one foreleg useless at his side, hanging there dripping ichor. But now is not the time for pain, now is the time for triumph, to trumpet his winnings having stolen from the beast herself, flaughting her mortality.
Arolaeth> Argonth watches the behavior of the senior pair idly, without much interest it would seem. He swallows the large peel of hide that he took from the underbelly of the herdbeast and then licks at the entrails. He cranes his neck about so that he can shove his head into the animal's carcass, nostrils flapping closed over the holes so as to protect him from inhaling the liquid. It's to drink, not inhale. His butt wiggles about in the air as he ruts his snout deeper and deeper into the chest cavity, entering from the stomach.
Idioth is ignoring his rider. Blatantly. Stupid human never wants him to have any fun. The brown rises up, then jerks back down onto a big wherry, claws wrapping around it, bursting the skin, sending the innards tumbling out in a hot spew of blood and guts, he takes in the blood quickly, watching the senior pair, but eyes fixed on the queen, wary and yet audacious.
You walk over to the southern clearing, entering the room…
Southern Clearing
The Southern Clearing of Eastern Weyr is likely the largest clearing in the area. Opening into the feeding grounds, and the infirmary, it serves as a major area for flight meetings as well as relaxation in the evenings during the cooler seasons. Tall trees to all sides of the clearing offer shade as well as leaving passages for cool breezes into the clearing. To the opposite side from the infirmary, huts and weyrs have been set up in island fashion. Caves being too hot for the majority of the seasons and too few of them to go around, huts both on the ground and in the trees are set up to house the many residents who prefer the inland view. The cool of the evening leaves this huge clearing mostly silent as most of the activity has moved either to the beach or the commons cavern and the main clearing. All around, colored paper covers electric lanterns, lightly pathways to huts and weyrs as well as the other areas in this clearing. Autumn is difficult to tell from summer on this lovely coast as the trees in this tropical paradise are given to little change. The days are once again becoming cooler, but the storms are the worst during this season.
The wind is calm, and there is barely a cloud in the sky. Except one or two that float by, blocking the view of the beautiful starry night . A faint glow falls upon the coast as overhead the moons appear to be in their full phase.
Contents:
Players: Syra
Other: Jumping Course: Eastern Weyr and Eastern Weyr RaceTrack
Obvious exits:
Main Clearing -mc- Infirmary -inf- Feeding Grounds -fg- Ground Weyr -gw- Stables -s-
SIGN: +Huts are available here. See +help Homes.
Set.
Southern Clearing(#9736RA)
Contents:
Players: Syra
Other: Jumping Course: Eastern Weyr and Eastern Weyr RaceTrack
Obvious exits:
Main Clearing -mc- Infirmary -inf- Feeding Grounds -fg- Ground Weyr -gw- Stables -s-
Maria walks into the southern clearing, from the main clearing.
Maria has arrived.
V'ncent walks into the southern clearing, from the main clearing.
V'ncent has arrived.
Arolaeth> Idioth is ignoring his rider. Blatantly. Stupid human never wants him to have any fun. The brown rises up, then jerks back down onto a big wherry, claws wrapping around it, bursting the skin, sending the innards tumbling out in a hot spew of blood and guts, he takes in the blood quickly, watching the senior pair, but eyes fixed on the queen, wary and yet audacious.
V'ncent coughs faintly as he tries to focus. "Syra. Beloved. Don't let this happen again…. please…" He offers a plea, looking to the others around him, but seeing too many already involved in the blooding taking place. Turning to one of the ever present firestorm guards, he tries to get them to make a move to disarm the Weyrwoman.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith glowers a bit at the other bronzes emitting out deepening growls towards Khoth and Zaristh especially. Vigioursly consuming the buck, blood is spurtting out from the buck trying to draw attention to him. His large tail is fixed out into a boundary of his area, nostrils flaring at the several others.
Arolaeth> Khoth is slow to feed and finally leaves his first kill. Tounge licks out to catch the droplets which stain his muzzle and eyes widen in alarm upon the movements of the gold and bronze oh so near her. Not over so soon will it be? He roars in loud distraction, alarmed even as the desirous fire intesifies within his veins. More he needs though, if this is any indication as a second is taken far more quickly and feasted upon.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth bugles triumph at the taste of a very different type of blood in her jaws, snaking herself away from the older dragon. Her kill danging from his jaws is eyed, fury whirling at a dizzying pace in her eyes, but why have a wherry when you can have a nice, juicy bronze? The gold slips to the side, stalking her prey, then spreads her wings and makes a guided leap for the bronze's tail, the ultimate cat-and-mouse game… but her talons are flexed and jaws bared for taking the ocher of her much larger prey.
Arolaeth> Powerful deep bronze flares over Lyrenth's poised haunches, his serpentile head snaking to the side. Whirling orbs of deep reds dance as the glowing Arolaeth is seen. Wings of ominous deep bronze fold as he dives with timed precision upon a squealing herdbeast, jaws widening and closing with a deadly cruch, braking each bone in the creatures neck. The warm blood trickles into his mouth, steadying to a gushing flow as he shakes the carcass around violently. Blood stained muzzle raising to the sky and the gleaming gold. A ground-trembling roar spewing forth from the deep mulberry stained jaw, white and red teeth crunching together over the remaining pieces of herdbeast in his powerful clutches.
J'rk isn't paying too much attention to the Weyrleaders. Nope, the food critic is paying too much attention to his dratted dragon. Stupid thing doesn't pay attention to reason. Brownrider J'rk is straining to see the feeding grounds and his big dusty lump, but with the rest of the dragons out there he's not having a good veiw. Frown continues to cover his face, glancing toward the senior WW. Why'd her dragon have to go and rise /now/ while he was here?
Arolaeth> Donnerth springs again, swooping down over the herd and seizing andother beast. He swings defiantly toward the brawling pair, buzzing them defiantly as he carries his pray back up the hill. With a brief glare of challenge to both he lowers his head and drains another victim.
Syra lost her sword long ago… though she shakes her fist at the feeding grounds anyways, screaming, "I'll kill you! How dare you take what is mine! I'll kill you and blood you and feed you to my hatchlings!" Green eyes have long since lost their focus, so much so is she consumed in Arolaeth that she doesn't even notice as a small, female Firestorm wingrider subtly guides her towards the feeding ground entrance and the mating weyr. "Kill you!"
Arolaeth> Argonth lifts his head, the ribs gripping around his snout like an interesting form of jewelry. He shakes his head once, the legs and neck dangling beneath and wiggling with every shudder of the brown's head. « Oh bah. » He shakes his head a little harder, and then heaves a sigh, his narrow tongue snaking out and poking through the other side. He then shakes it on more time, more fiercely, and sends the carcass in the direction of Lyrenth, the brown bugling his triumph as he is set free. He spins around, tail knocking the legs out from under another fleeing beast, and he finds himself able now to feast upon a third kill, building up reserves for the impending flight.
Arolaeth> Zaristh is either too absorbed in his triumph and blooding of the stollen meal or doesn't truly believe the deamon queen has him on the menu. Eitherway, his long sensuous tail may be shorter by a few feet when this night is over. A roar of pain echos from him as he suddenly jumps and turns to face this violence with some of his own, forgetting the half limp pray.
Maria just sighs softly, her brow furrowed over her eyes tightly. She raises both hands to cover her ears in frustrated gesture, the poor brownrider bothered greatly by her dragon's emotions.
Arolaeth> Idioth destroys yet another herdbeast, blooding quickly as the gold starts to rise, then pauses a moment at Zaristh's roar.. but not long, and the brown swerves up, watching the queen, having not encountered such a.. bloodthirsty.. queen before. But, of course, the brown has no tact, and, dipping down to blood a fat buck, he waits for the time when he can chase..
Arolaeth> Khoth rumbles deeply, almost to himself, dropping away the second buck, even as a third is begotten. He is not so foolish to so early challenge and lets others be played for food, while he readies himself and bides his own time. Uncharactaristic patience for one on the younger side as he and the other males are given a once over to see what is faced, though surely none can measure up to him.
V'ncent is rarely so taken in by his bronze's emotions, but for this instant, there is not fighting this primative rage that comes from urges being too confused….. needs that should not go together, mating and rage. Stumbling, he leans heavily upon the young healer, he too being lead towards the mating weyr as he has no chance of making it there under his own power, though the young healer seems to be overwhelmed by the size of the large weyrleader and cannot seem to keep him fully to his feet.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith rumbling once again finds nothing interesting in the buck he had pretty consumed. Moving to his haunches as he fanned out his large bronze wings once again. Check out those babies. Seeming that several of the buck had been taken up by the others he snuck off to find another one. Snorting a bit, creeping about before easily catching sight of a buck. Just waiting for his time to come where he would pounce on it and boast upon his capture.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth shrieks triumph once more as teeth fasten around the middle of the bronze's tail, tongue lapping out to caress the bronze's hide — and to capture the ocher that escapes. But triumph is short-lived as she finds herself loosing her prey and face-to-face with an irate bronze. The glowing gold rears back, wings spread out for balance, and hisses her challenge… but not before she can avoid a slashing across the base of her neck and chest from the defensive bronze. A scream of a very different kind is given this time as she reels away, taking advantage of his supine position to flee back towards the stampeding herd, seeking to replace the ocher now flowing from her wounds with animal blood.
Arolaeth> Lyrenth melodiously croons in a deep undertone, dipping his head to avoid any backlash from this attack upon the other bronze. Wings unfurl as he glides from his rocky perch, folding as he speedily descends upon a large wherry. Talons of ebony digging into the now-dead avian to draw litle spurts of blood, Lyrenth's massive jaw closing upon the head of his prey, ripping it off savagely and flinging it to land a few metres from him. New blood joining the other stains upon his mouth, dripping eerily and forming a pool of red around his claws and the body of the wherry. Defiance threatens in his echoing roar, Lyrenth's head bends again to rip out the intestines and another mouthful of blood. Spasmodically he jerks the wherry's drained carcass, letting the decapitated body end up next to the head.
Argonth continues to blood from the third kill that he has taken, slurping at it with his pink tongue, tinged crimson with the blood of the mammals that he has chosen to consume. His muscles twitch with agitation as he prepares…it shouldn't be long.
Zaristh stumbles and staggers, getting up off the ground with only three legs useable is a trial in and of itself, but there is a look of triumph there as he lashes his injured tail about. A score for a score. His eyes narrow as he thrusts out his tongue to reclaim his prize, sucking it dry and trying to cover his injury while he plots his next attack upon the prideful she-demon.
Syra comes to herself enough to let out a very different scream, clasping her hands over her chest in mimicry of her lifemate before she calls, "I'll kill you yet! How dare you touch me! How /could/ you!" Hands bat ineffectually towards the bronze blooding far away before a second rider comes to help 'escort' her into the private weyr.
You walk over to the private weyr, entering the room…
Mating Weyr
As your dragon glides above in the thrall of instincts and passions known to their kind, the riders exist below in a world that is distant and hazy. This weyr is kept for those who accompany their dragons to the feeding ground before they fly. A huge pit of pillows marks a large bed of sorts, made to be fallen into if necessary, without injury. The floor is covered with a thick pile carpet incase of falling before the distracted riders find the bed. Not much in the way of furnishings, this room does boast a large bathing tub, a chest with several extra sets of clothing, and a large first aid kit for those wild and dangerous flights.
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Players: Syra
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Xe'n walks into the private weyr, from the feeding grounds.
Xe'n has arrived.
Maria walks into the private weyr, from the feeding grounds.
Maria has arrived.
Arolaeth> V'ncent seems completely lost in his bronze's wildness, his head spinning, a second Healer moving to his other side to bring him between them, taking him towards the private weyr as well, muttering softly in worry as they catch a look of the bronze and his injuries, their dark looks of worry growing.
V'ncent walks into the private weyr, from the feeding grounds.
V'ncent has arrived.
Arolaeth> Idioth's eyes narrow, whirling intensely. The dusty brown eyes the golden demon, blooding another kill while he waits, his lifemate finally getting through to him. Why try to chase yet? You can't really chase until the female starts moving.. So he hovers above the feeding grounds, diving to blood further, adrenaline rushing rapidly through him.
Arolaeth> Swooping down and leaping upon the first herdbeast that wanders into his reach Bronze Stealth barely gives his rider, B'zar, time to take a flying leap of his lifemates back to join the rest of the crowd heading towards the private weyr. Bugling a brassy challenge towards the other contestants Stealth throws the drained carcass of his first victem aside and leaps for a second.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth slashes furiously about her, roaring her pain for all to hear, and waylays a pair of herdbeasts too slow to escape. One is latched upon while the other kicks feebly with the last of its life, blood sucked out of it hastily, trailers of crimson leaking down her jaws to blend with the ochor leaking from her own wounds. The first is dispatched with quickly, before the old goat of a bronze can interrupt her, and the second dispatched with a clumsy claw swipe down the gut. She lacks grace now, perhaps, but raw fury is more than enough to keep her going as her glow expands, darkness shining in the light of the moons, matched with the first hint of violet in her gaze. Ahh, nothing like violence to get the, err, hormones stirring.
Xe'n is another xe'n… really. maybe even x'en though its sure to cause confusion, who's dragon is chasing. He stumbles into the private area muttering something to his brown Khoth and looking a little pale.
J'rk follows Xe'n and Maria in, the brownrider still frowning fiercely in the direction of the feeding grounds, not exactly thrilled to be here. /He/ does not want his lifemate to get hurt.. Of course, Idioth doesn't have enough tact and has too much audacity. Stupid dragon.
Arolaeth> Argonth finishes his third kill and steps back, head swinging low. He watches the gold now, limbs gathered beneath him in preperation to take to the skies in pursuit the moment she should take off from the sky.
Arolaeth> Zaristh is perhaps too predictable, his attack coming too late to gain a second kill from the queen, his lame leg a hinderance and his tail being held above the ground makes him more than a bit comically awkward, but still he makes his attack, launching after her before she can become complacent.
Syra is left by her escort on the pile of pillows, curling around herself as she clutches her wounds, muttering furious imprecations beneath her breath. "Hate you…. I hate you…"
B'zar stumbles in after all the others, still dazed and confused at the sudden change in his easygoing lifemate to one in an almost battle fury to beat out every other rutting bronze and brown to obtain the wonderous gold. Trembling a little from the shock of his landing the young man takes a seat with glazed eyes not really seeing anything around him.
Arolaeth> Khoth discards his third kill and backs away to a clearer spot. Ready as he'll ever be now, tounge again flicks out to catch the last of the crimson drops and clean his muzzle. Eyes focus upon Arolaeth, watching as muscles tense within his own self, reading for the next step in this dangerous affair.
V'ncent is more or less propped up against the wall though after a moment the two healers decide to despense with formality and place the Weyrleader a bit closer to the floor, lot less distance to fall if he goes face first…. no point in healing a skull fracture to a comatosed ex-dragonrider if that stupid bronze of his keeps annoying the queen.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith takes on the buck, moving in to burry his teeth into it's neck. Glancing up to Arolaeth as he prizes his latest kill. Moving back to reveal the large carcuss. Tail flicking a bit as blood drips from his now blood stained muzzle. Anticipating of what would happen soon enough.
Arolaeth> Lyrenth spreads his wings to their fullest, shadowing the ground with his silent form. Shiny metallic head is raised higher, proudly watching over the gold with whirling azure orbs. Fresh blood still drips from his partially open mouth, cascading down his neck like streams of red water. Lyrenth is silenced no more as he utters an eerily mournfil keening towards Arolaeth, intently watching her every move. Sails of almost transparent bronze daringly reach out as he glides over the seen below, dipping to catch a large wherry from next to the gold and carrying it back to his perch, blooding it with artistic finality in his bone-crushing movements. This is his last blooding, and he too stands back. Lyrenth's gaze is fixed now, wings tensed and open ready to leap.
Arolaeth> Stealth sucks the lifeblood from his second herdbeast, the blood foaming at his mouth in a cloud of ruddy hued bubbles. Burgundy lightening ripples across the facets of his eyes as they train on one being, the gold Arolaeuth. Almost absently the bronze tosses aside the spent body of on beast and snags another, smaller one, breaking it's neck with a careless toss of a finely drawn head. Lashing his tail furiously Stealth roars even louder, almost possessively. Mione.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth is quick to abandon her second — or was that third? — beast only mostly blooded as Zaristh approaches once more. A shrill cry, and she leaps backwards, wings spreading with a snap, and leaps into the air, determined to escape from the dangerous bronze and the rest of those rutting males. She must not really feel the wound just yet, for she flaps upwards powerfully, eager to leave them all far behind in her dust. Try to trap her, will you?
Arolaeth> Argonth lifts his head and glowers at the rising gold. He leaps into the air in pursuit, muddy wings beating rhythmically to bring him aloft and then send him soaring in pursuit of the dragon.
Arolaeth> Zaristh is not too proud to scavange, no, indeed it is not scavanging, it is blatent theft, touting his ability to drive even the gret gold from her food. The launch is noted, but something in Zaristh's mind tells him…. wait you old fool…. let the young ones tire her…. lick your wounds and wait….. and eat….
Arolaeth> The small herdbeast falls from slack jowls as Stealth leaps mightily into the air, the bloody foam at the corners of his mouth falling away with a spattering of blood on the ground below. Pressing legs as close to his body as possible for better aerodynamics the bronze beats the air with all the strenth and might he can muster, keeping one jewelled eye on that oh-so-lovely glowing tail.
Arolaeth> Donnerth springs into the air from the hill, a bronze streak in the sky. Bugling defiance, he arcs agilely around, soaring aloft and joining the pack as the chase begins. Gleaming bronze wings stroke the air effortlessly as he gives chase.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith warbles a response to the Queen's cry. Pumping his massive wings as he abandons his kill. Accelerating high upinto the air, trying to gain speed. Blood from his feeding seems to be pushed away from his scales as he takes to the air.
Arolaeth> Idioth rises up quickly, moving toward Arolaeth slowly but surely, then leaps up, not about to let the other browns and bronzes or anyone else get the best of him. Dusty brown dragon lets out a roar and tests the wind and air before making chase.
Arolaeth> Lyrenth leaps fast, furiously swaying his wings in a valiant attempt to follow the gold. Flaps of the bronzen wings draw him closer, eyes whirl with eagerness. He bellows mid-flight, chasing with his all his might, the golden one's cry antagonizes him as he follows her, mimicing her ever move with practised ease. The blood of a herdbeast and two wherrys dancing inside of him spurs him on, seemingly letting him make the slightest bit of gain on the golden bullet.
Arolaeth> Khoth releases the tension which has built up within his body in a thrust of power which sends him skyward in the blink of an eye. Dark chocolate sail snap open to catch and scoop the air, pushing himself upwards upon the cusp of his thrust and successfully launched he begins persuit of the now airbound lady.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth takes a moment to peer beneath her, hissing pleasure at seeing the distinctive form of Zaristh still on the ground, then focuses her attention upwards towards the half-risen Belior. A sweeping turn, and then she's off, flying out over towards the ocean and up, up towards the moon high overhead, letting the stiff ocean breeze help cool the burning of her body. The remaining males behind her are scoffed at, a short, barking growl called back towards them in challenge for them to come and meet the same fate as the old Zaristh.
Arolaeth> Argonth strains a wing and then rumbles, gently landing. He shakes out the kink and croons softly, out of the race for now.
Maria sighs softly and quickly makes for the exit.
Maria walks over to the feeding grounds.
Maria has left.
Arolaeth> Argonth lumbers over to the Southern Clearing.
Arolaeth> Argonth has left.
Arolaeth> Zaristh bides his time, counciled against hope to pause, to take up what is left of his strength and to take in the weak beasts left behind. He has time… he has all the time in the world, his rider keeps telling him, but he does not want to listen. His prize is being courted by so many other, younger males… stronger….. they will not be stronger if they challange her now….
Arolaeth> Donnerth follows the golden queen as she soars toward the rising moon—as the moon pulls the tides of the ocean below, ocean tide rising as even draconic passions rise. He strokes the air with his great powerful wings, lifting, speeding onward in the dance, eyes fixed on the queen, determination set in his draconic heart.
Arolaeth> Khoth beats his wings at a furious pace determined to keep up. As over the ocean he wings the sails catch hold of air to help him in his persuit and tail swishing, steering him form behind he rises. Reckless perhpas he challenges back with aroar of his own, though he may be no more than a speck on the horizon to the queen, assured with youthful ignorance that the bronzes fate could not be his own, he pushes onwards without pause.
Stealth bellows out a roar like liquid brass and keeps about two dragonlenths behind Arolaeth, crowing his superiority that the great queen has not lost him let. Sun kissed wings gleam in the moonlight as the veined wings send turrents of air swirling along the sides of the bronze. Perhaps he is using more energy then is wise at this point in a chase but the young do tend to be foolish.
Arolaeth> Stealth bellows out a roar like liquid brass and keeps about two dragonlenths behind Arolaeth, crowing his superiority that the great queen has not lost him let. Sun kissed wings gleam in the moonlight as the veined wings send turrents of air swirling along the sides of the bronze. Perhaps he is using more energy then is wise at this point in a chase but the young do tend to be foolish.
Arolaeth> Idioth eyes the gold and her scoffing. Well.. Let's go.. Swooping up another bit of strength, the brown tears after her, wings beating ferociously, hard. He might not capture her, but he /had/ to prove he could evade the gold. So he felt, anyway. His rider felt differently, though, trying to stop him from getting hurt.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith moves into the jet stream of air. Finding an easy way to keep up with the others, of course it wasn't like he was tiring or anything. Tiger eyed wings glimmer his wings pump harder and harder trying to get one step closer than the others to Arolaeth.
Arolaeth> Lyrenth utters a low piercing creel, wings beating rapidly as his lithe body is drawn upward, aloft over the Weyr. The chase intensifies as he savours his strength, dropping back a little nearer to the other males. Bronzen wings beat slower now, with a rythmic pace. Suddenly he changes direction, coming up to swoop around and above. A roar of pure icy coldness breaking his silence between intervals, this one urging the gold on. Wings again pump hard, letting him gather speed. His ultimate weapon.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth swings her head back, wings pausing mid-beat in surprise that the males have managed to keep up with her pace… perhaps the old bronze was able to slow her up some after all. But startlement is replaced by slyness as the gold abruptly tips her wings, shedding massive amounts of speed in order to… let them catch up with her? That surely can't be a good sign.
Arolaeth> Zaristh finally cleans his muzzle, testing his lame leg. It is no good, but he will make do. So far behind the pack, many have begun to worry for the Weyrleader's state, or who will now be their new Weyrleader, but the bronze does not listen. With one sweep of his wings he launches into the air, by no means young, he does not give in to time's hold on him and fights the ocean winds to find a path out to the flight's location.
Arolaeth> Khoth is eager to close the gap and as she slows no thought it given to the why, only the desires which course through him and an eagerness which alights in the whirl of his eyes as an opportunity is spied. He won't let these other males catch up to her first if he can help it, as ocean winds continue at his back, sending him onward unto whatever fate she has designed.
Arolaeth> Lyrenth immediately stops his furious flying, backwinging to slow himself down slightly, drifting towards the back of the group of males. Watching the Queen's moves with a wary gaze, he seemingly hovers mid-air. Perhaps he tires? No! Lyrenth powers on, easily making up his ground and slipping to the side of the gold, lazily circling around. He's done this before and He's won before. Lyrenth calls out to the gold, crooning affectionately.
Arolaeth> Donnerth presses onward, a squally shriek of defiance issuing. Flying out over the ocean, light glinting on his powerful wings as the beat against the air mightily, the dragon continues his relentless persuit of the queen. Extending his next forward and letting his mouth hang open just slightly, he eyes the golden lady slyly, challengingly. Determination is seen in every flexing muscle as his undying relentlessness takes him onward in the chase.
Arolaeth> If a dragon could cackle with joy bronze Stealth is doing just that as the glowing matriarch….slows down? This is almost too good to be true. Arching his neck and tucking his chin in the bronze sends another torrent of energy through his veins to speed up the progress and to possibly be the first to catch the lovely Arolaeth. Catching a warm thermal the dragon actually has to cup his wings to slow also else he would be soaring far above the chase…not exactly what he has in mind.
Arolaeth> Idioth watches the slowing queen warily, and slows himself, setting behind Khoth and Lyrenth, dusty brown wings glimmering just a bit, eyes whirling with a wariness his own rider is rubbing off on him.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith seems to have smushed himself slightly between Idioth and Khoth. Trying to keep up a steady pace in which he could pass the two in front of him. Crimson tipped wings hurridly flap moving more into the draft, thus causing him less energy to use at the moment.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth waits just enough to let the nearest of the males approach, then abruptly folds her wings to her side, flicking herself half-around, lashing out with scimitar talons at those that dared to try and snatch her. Let them snag this! Teeth flash out at the nearest several males, raking tooth and claws across the least-cautious of them as she plummets, rapidly shedding the height she had so fought for before as she plummets, only snapping her wings open at the last minute to save herself from a quick end to the flight in the ocean.
Arolaeth> Idioth shrieks as he gets hit by sharp claws, losing height and momentum. Then he roars angrily and soars toward the golden queen, eyes whirling with anger. Nasty little queen. She could use some fixin
Arolaeth> Idioth shrieks as he gets hit by sharp claws, losing height and momentum. Then he roars angrily and soars toward the golden queen, eyes whirling with anger. Nasty little queen. She could use some fixing.. Dropping back, though, he moves behind another chaser, careful. He wouldn't get hit again.
Arolaeth> Will the fates be kind to one of youth and innocence. Today it seems not, for a lesson is to be had. One so close, to close thinking this prize was his for the taking despite all the other bodies crowded around finds himself the target instead and a clawful he gets of soemthing for sure, but not what he intended, and not of his own claws. A surprised rather girly squeel comes forth from Khoth's throat as innocence is lost in the pass of calws upon hide. He looks hurtfully towards teh escaping gold, no he willnot let her get away with this so easily, and though his side must now ache with each beat for the marks which shed his ichor there he turns not to be lost out completely.
Arolaeth> Dropping downward somewhat to escape the tangle of Idioth, Koth and Dynarith, Donnerth rumbles at the setback, and then, snapping his attention back to the queen, swoops and arcs back around almost on wingtip, shrilling back at the queen, almost in admiration of her trickery. The great coppery-bronze Donnerth levels off and flaps his wings mightily, the chase still on, pursing tthe queen with exquisite grace and power.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith rumbles angrily as several claws move towards his neck. He needn't be killed tonight. Moving out of the gold's attacking area or anywhere where he could be hit. Rising up to a higher altitude as he squeaked some, the hurt. Moving his wings to his side, going down in a slight angle in which he tried to build up more speed.
Arolaeth> With a scream sounding like a thousand fingers drawing across a blackboard Stealth announces to all that he has been wounded. Arolaeth's talongs rip along his hide like a hot knive through butter, leaving the bronze to fall through a fine green mist of ichor. Falling backwards, wings crumpled the dragon shrills and manages to right himself but is far far behind everyone else. Even Zaristh is ahead of him. With a snarl of frustration and a evil red glow in his eyes the bronze takes wing once more. By the shell he will get this one!
Arolaeth> Lyrenth screams with pain as he is hit by the queen, he drops back. The chase is almost over, though the bronze starts to descend slowly toward the ground. With his pride in tatters and foreleg wounded, he backwings bronzen wings to land on the ground. His rider patting him affectionately, and whispering a few words. The rider then climbs on, both soaring into the air as a final look of anguish is aimed at the queen. Then with a blink, he flies :between: and heads home.
Arolaeth> Zaristh 's struggles to keep up but it is for naught as high above he watches the bloody battle, his whirling eyes narrowing in anger more than lust. She is not to kill his wings…. his wingmates. Snarling, he dives from above, his crooked tail fighting to act as a rutter.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth calls her triumph — finally! — over all those wretched males as she twists, looking up over her shoulder at the chaos she managed to cause. But they were not the only ones harmed by her little stunts… the original wound in her chest throbs, her wingbeats slowing as battered muscles begin to shut down, plus several inadvertant scratches to sides and wingsails from the males that got a good bit too close. Labored breaths are taken as she slowly regains some semblance of equilibrium and heads upwards at a gentle slope, heedless of the danger plunging down from above.
Arolaeth> Khoth pulls himself together ambly for one who's pride has been forever wounded. Strokes do come rather slower, for the fire in his side which matches each beat slows him down as yet he has turned, and yet he continues. Of his rider he ignores in a blatant trumpet, more fit for the dragon he is than that earlier sound. He can still fly, therefore he can still chase, and he does, angling up and after.
Arolaeth> Idioth has slowed down, indeed.. his left wing got sliced by the demondragon. But he won't give up yet, he makes his way through the thermals and winds, doing his best to keep up with the chase.
Arolaeth> Donnerth, noting the queen's slowing and straining effort, redoubles his efforts, calling on every last reserve of strength in his great draconic body. Copper-bronze wings beat furiously against the air as he strains onward and upward, pressing relentlessly toward the queen. /He/ was not injured in scuffles before this flight—/he/ stood aside. He knows he has this advantage, of starting without injury. Perhaps too smugly, he again bugles his intention to the others and in particular to the queen, eyeing the gleaming lady of the weyr haughtily. Ever closer he inches, confidently.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith takes in several deep breaths trying to regain his breathing pattern. Though fortunatly not battered probably as much as Idioth and Khoth his pace had managed to decrease just a tiny bit. Thank Faranth he had savored some of his energy before and was a bit higher in the air. He easily could lower himself. Wings close to his sides moving down after the queen, hoping for something.
Arolaeth> Zaristh goes silent, even the wind is lost on his tightly coiled body as he plummets downward from his great height towards the deamoness who seeks to disable half of his wing in one flight of passion. His eyes narrowed, his one foreclaw that works extended, he braces for impact.
Arolaeth> Stealth ignores the oozing wounds that make green ichor trickle across his hide like vines on a stone building, made worse by the wind of his passing. Despite the wounds he still wants the gleaming goddess and is in pursuit, following the elder dragon this time, knowing Zaristh knows the tricks of the..er..trade. Maybe this young bronze can learn a thing or two.
Arolaeth> Arolaeth can barely hear the struggling males above her own labored breathing as she strives for the air she so desperately craves, much less a big, bronze hulk descending down upon her. So it is totally by surprise that she is taken — or perhaps slammed into is a better term — by Zaristh, unable to even call out as the air is pressed from her lungs by the impact. Half-stunned and furious, talons rake out wildly at the huge bulk suddenly pressed up against her own, seeking to push him off as she fended off the others.
Arolaeth> Donnerth folds his wings and dives quickly away from the suddenly ensuing chaos, and swoops and arcs back toward the ground. So ends another chase, and he curls up on the ground for a much needed rest.
Arolaeth> Idioth roars with annoyance, then lands, his rider heading out to go criticize food at Fort.
Arolaeth> It's probably better that its just about ended for Khoth has just no more "go" left in him. As all the other persuing male catch up and surpass his struggled flight the energy he once had drains away and wings sag. Beats come no more as he drifts downwards, the ache of his side to much to bear and even landing is difficult. Where he comes down he stays and lets his rider come to him, head laying to the ground as eyes dim with the whirls of defeat.
Arolaeth> Dyanarith rumbles some as Zaristh takes ahold of the Queen. That old geezer got her!? Obviously this young bronze had to work out his strategies for the next upcoming female. Moving down to the ground with an abrupt halt.
Arolaeth> Zaristh allows not a moment to pass, his claws gripping tight to her neck more than his own neck wrapping with hers. His wings suddenly opening, he proceeds to teach her a thing or two about manners
Arolaeth> Arolaeth growls upon realizing that this is indeed a very familiar form that somehow managed to catch up and snag her again… claws reach around to sink into Zaristh's sides as her own wings tense up to help slow the plummet towards the ocean, though not by much. Oh, he's going to pay for this one, he is…