Fifth Month: Tibiath's Flight

[Hiko]

K'tel yawned, stretching as she lay in bed. Set up for most of the sevenday with the night watch, it was far too easy for the woman to just turn over and curl up under the blankets to continue sleeping. Instead of the comforting warmth of the bed, however, she felt an unnatural hunger.
…
Ah. Shells

“Tibby,” K'tel groaned aloud, not at all pleased with the dragon's cycle. Since their move from the more temperate climate of Benden, the green's mating habits had become unnatural; Tibiath had taken to rising every third month, as opposed to her former, slightly extended routine. “Couldn't this have waited until I was more awake? Or hadn't been on the night-shift all week? It's like you want me to hate this.”

The green rumbled a rather irritated sound and launched herself from the ledge with such a force, K'tel wondered if the dragon hadn't hit Pallath on the way out.
“Ugh. R'get, if you're around, I'm going to be up for a lot of drinking after this.” K'tel called out as she shrugged into a light jacket and followed her lusting lifemate outside.

The dragon hadn't even bothered with the feeding pens, she realized, watching Tibiath soar into the sky. As small as she was, K'tel supposed the dragon didn't really need to bother, to keep up that sort of energy – and it wasn't as if she were expected to last long for a decent clutch, at any rate. For that, K'tel supposed she should be thankful.

Tibiath's call went out to the males of the Weyr: Come. Chase. Catch me if you can.

And then Tibiath's need was K'tel's own.

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Polth looked up to the sky, a whine leaving his throat. Aluna blinked in confusion at her dragon. There were no loud dragons nearby, and both had felt fine. So what had changed now?

Pol? Whats wrong? She asked her blue, putting down the skirt she had finished folding. Then she straightened her blue top over her brown pants, flight goggles around her neck. Polth whined again and trotted out of their weyr.

I'm sorry my Aluna! I really am! But she is Rising and she is along and I want to chase. She is pretty. He stretched out his wings as he crooned up at her, body hunching together before launching himself off of the ground.

"Rachel? I will b-be back later-r." She said shyly to the other female bluerider, ducking her head in apology before scampering off.

I am here Tibiath, I am here to join you! Polth cried as he raced up to the sky to join her.

Aluna was hurrying outside to where she saw K'tel. Oh dearie me! It was another woman! This had Aluna blushign and slowly stepping forward. Then she gave a mock curtsey.

"Greetings." She spoke softly, head bowed a little to the ground as she blushed heavily, cheeks and nose turning red.

[Hiko]

K'tel was only vaguely aware of the appearance of the other woman. Her mind was with Tibiath, soaring through the clouds, beckoning all lonely males of the Weyr to them.

Polth? Yes, he was rather fine indeed. Tibiath crooned at the blue, pleased at his approach. If the dragon was known to be shy, he didn't show it now – and the heated green thought herself more than enough reason for the timid to come out of their shells.

There was a momentary lapse as in the flight's connection as Tibiath cajoled the larger blue.
Then prove you want me, Polth! Catch me!
K'tel blinked, finally seeing Aluna for her presence beside her. Another woman? Ah, and with so few blueriding women in the Weyr, luck was on her side!
Then she realized what Tibiath was plotting.
The green wanted as many to chase her as possible. Goading Polth on was a flirtation at best – she was biding time until others joined.

Well, K'tel was hardly going to let that happen!
Polth is a good blue. You should want him.
Too shy! He should have to work for me!
What if I want his rider? The green went silent as she considered this. However, from the Bowl K'tel could see the dragon double-back toward Polth as if to coax him further.
Good enough!

K'tel didn't bother with pleasantries. She slipped her hands about the other woman's waist and leaned in. “I must've made someone happy, if you're here for the flight.”

[madb]

"What?"

R'get ducked his head out from the rocky wall separating the two spaces in the joint weyr, just in time to see K'tel walking outside.

Tibiath rises, Pallath informed him, a hint of grumpiness in her tone.

Whats the matter with you?

She clipped me on her way out.

R'get decided now would be a good time to go on a jog. He'd check in later to see how his friend was doing, and treat her to that drink. As for right now, better leave the weyr for just the two of them--the 'two of them' being K'tel and K'tel's flightlust, of course.

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She calls Oxyoth looked toward the sky mournfully.

"Eh?" D'rave said, but even as it left his mouth, he realized what it was. A Flight. Great, he loved those! Even though Oxyoth never won any... well, there were always groups of lustful individuals around who were more than willing to take out their passions on a strapping young bluerider like himself!

Oxyoth did not comment on this, just pushed off to soar into the skies, leaving his rider alone and confused as to where he was supposed to go.

Hey! HEY! Who are you chasing, anyway, and what's her rider's name? Is it a girl? Please, let it be a girl...

The blue seemed entirely out of reach to his rider, though the rush of passion felt from him was tinged with that ever-present melancholy, and he was obviously thinking too hard up there, instead of letting his instincts and lust do the work. Still, he was unreachable and would not answer.

"Shards, Oxy..." D'rave shook his head, then shrugged his shoulders. Follow anyone who looked like they were off to have a good time, and hopefully he'd make it in time.

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Zevranth's lust hit A'dion like a ton of bricks, and the bronzerider actually smacked his hand against a wall to steady himself. The drudges he was meandering past gave him an odd look, but the look in his eye when he looked up made them all simmer, it seemed, and they scattered.

Zev, what the ..

She rises, A'dion. The Green, Tibiath ... she rises, and I must go to her.

Oh shards. A'dion shook his head to clear it, and he ran to the entrance of the lower caverns where he'd been sneaking a snack, and watched his bronze emerge from the Weyr. His eyes were whirling red, and he rippled his muscles, like he was flexing. The bronze sat up on his hind legs, and spread his great wings ... before launching into the air with one mighty flap.

A chorus of ooh's and aah's were heard as Zevranth's spectacular form made its way towards the Green who was chased by two blues. It was at times like this where Zev was his most, er .. territorial.

Begone! She is mine! Neither of you are worthy of such a beautiful female! Beautiful Tibiath, your Zevranth is here! A'dion rolled his eyes, and growled again as he felt the dragon's lust.

Tone it down some, Zev! Geez ... the bronze would have none of it as he winged over Tibiath's back, rumbling at her in amusement. If anything, Zev got to flirt it up with a pretty green.

Who is her rider? Damnit Zev, answer me!

K'tel ... homosexual female ... between talking to his rider and paying attention to Tibiath, there was little the Bronze could do beyond choppy responses.

Oh shards.

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I will! I can prove myself to you! He proclaimed to her. Yes, indeed he would try. He was hovering in the air, unsure if this meant the flight had actually started or not. But then another blue joined in as Tibiath double backed to him.

Polth actually glared at the other blue for a second before nosing along her side as she went by.

But then he let out a squeal of surprise and fear. WhowasHE?? Polth did not like him! He snarled slightly at the bronze. How dare he try to make the choice for her?!

Tibiath is the one who decides Zevranth! Not you! He glared at the bronze before winging off after Tibiath. He would do his best! His main goal was not to let that bronze win!

Aluna shivered and squealed softly in surprise. She tried to keep her lip from trembling as she looked up at K'tel. She felt the lust and wanted K'tel as well, but Aluna was worried. She was not very experienced with females, let alone males. And she was worried for Polth, hoping that the bronze would not be biting his head off, literally or figuratively, any time soon.

"I... I-i." She gulped before she was able to speak. "W-when Polth chases I m-make a point to be th-there-re for the rider. No m-matter the gender-r." She stuttered out, the blush on her cheeks and nose only deepening.

[Hiko]

Well. Shells.
Others had joined the fray, risking K'tel of her chance at actually enjoying Tibiath's flight for once. Sighing, she slowly slipped her hands away from the other woman's waist. As it was, K'tel didn't doubt that the woman was glad for the removal; she seemed as frightened as a girl dealing with her first bout of flightlust. Well, the green rider chalked it up to the likelihood that that blue of hers had probably only flown men's greens before.
Can't win 'em all, she supposed. “G'luck.”

And then she was back with Tibiath.

Oxyoth was an interesting choice, Tibiath thought as she cavorted amidst the clouds. The blue, while not terribly attractive, still managed to be a pretty enough shade that the green had to wonder...
Ah, but Zevranth had joined them! Now, he was a rather fine bronze, but the green tended to find such males too haughty – too prone to acting as if they were giving such lowly creatures as herself a good flight, solely out of the goodness of themselves.
Males were males, she snorted. They all just wanted her, nevermind how they acted after their flight was done. And yet... Well now. He would give her a long flight. Bronzes were good for that, at least.

Absently, she heard Polth's defense of her choice. He did have a point. But, who to choose?
Polth was a young thing, easily able to give her what she craved – but a bit thin.
Oxyoth was of a good size – well large enough to give them both an extended flight – but she wondered if he even really wanted her, or if the blue was merely participating to say he'd tried.
Zevranth... Well, he would give her all she wanted and more, but the odds that he'd hold it over her head after was great. Even if he did flatter her.

Tibiath ducked closer to Oxyoth and Zevranth, leaving Polth behind. The younger blue would have his chance again; K'tel would understand.
Or not.

But it wasn't really Telly's choice in the end, was it?
Another time, Polth. Promise~ Tibiath crooned, Zevranth, Oxyoth~ Come catch me, hmm?

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Zevranth, hearing the clarion call of the beautiful Tibiath, pumped his wings to bring him closer to her. She smelled nice, he briefly thought to himself. Most greens did smell good, but she was just -nice-. He soared above the clouds with her, his larger form briefly overshadowing her own before banking to the right, showing remarkable agility for his size, and coming around beneath her.

Ah, but she had called Oxyoth as well. A good enough blue to speak to, but he was always so down, he made A'dion on a hangover look perky.

I heard that.

Zevranth didn't respond. Tibiath was filling his mind now,

I shall catch you, sweet Tibiath! Oh she'd soon realize he was like other bronzes only in stamina and endurance. Zevranth broke the mold on how bronzes were stereotyped, and it had won him many brownie points in the past. Would it now? He hoped so, for losing to Oxyoth would just be a ding to the ego.

Not that Oxyoth didn't deserve to win a flight ... just not a flight he, Zevranth, was taking part in. He rolled onto his back, flying upside down, and gave one mighty flap of his wings, hoping to mess with Tibiath's flight just enough to make her lose just a smidge of altitude.

Just enough so he could catch her, and perhaps enjoy a Green that didn't hate him. Oh if he could only be given a chance, he would treat the female as if she were a Queen in her own right. Zevranth's chivalry to A'dion's protective nature; quite a contrast.

A'dion, for his part, growled as he headed for his Weyr. Damn Zevranth, choosing to fly a Green whose rider wanted no part of a male. It wasn't the bronzerider's nature to force his flight lust on someone who didn't at least feel attraction to his gender, thus he made it a point to head for his Weyr and wait it out.

Hard-on be damned.

[madb]

Unlike A'dion, D'rave did not know what kind of situation he was heading into. It was hard to know, then, how he would have reacted if Oxyoth had told him--would he have held off as well?

But thoughts like that did not even occur to the bluerider, as Oxyoth was as responsive as a rock at the moment. To be fair to the blue, he likely had... other thoughts in mind.

So D'rave continued onward, managing to find the room--he silently congratulated himself--and walking in to find that, yes, the greenrider was female, as was the other rider in the room, and what uncertainty he felt about lying with men in flightlust would not be addressed today.

"Hello, ladies," he said, flashing a grin and completely misreading the atmosphere entirely.

Oxyoth, meanwhile, was steadily keeping up with the green, if not being all that flashy or romantic about it. He had not called out to her once, on the off chance that he might upset her.

Perhaps he was not worthy for catching her, as Zevranth had pointed out earlier, but his instincts did not allow him to drop the pursuit.

So his sad little heart seemed to lift a little when he was encouraged. Why, that was better than Flights before, he thought. Maybe? He couldn't quite remember.

I follow he promised her.

Still, bronze Zevranth was quite intimidating. The blue was of a sturdy size for his color, but the larger fellow outranked him... in possibly every fashion imaginable.

Oxyoth almost found himself wishing that it was just him and the other blue again. He did not like the idea of competing with a bronze, though of course he would do his best.

His slow and sturdy best.

C'mon, Oxy, do well for both of us, D'rave encouraged.

Oxyoth saw Zev do his trick, and decided, quite last minute, to attempt nearly the opposite.

He pumped his wings hard and rose up a little higher, then plummeted forward. The attempt seemed to be to reach out and make a last-minute aggressive grab. It was something he'd made note of in other flights, and now one simply had to wonder if it would work for the quiet, sorrowful blue. It certainly did not seem in-character.

[Hiko]

Tibiath faltered, jerking into a hover in the air as Zevranth flapped at her. She hissed, though the green was more amused at the bronze's antics. She could regain her course speed easy enough –
And then she was taken by surprise at Oxyoth's sudden charge.

She tried to backpedal in the air in an attempt to get away – she wasn't done with her fun! – but the effects of the males had done her in. She hissed again, this time in disdain at her predicament, and soon found herself breaking away from her hover, away from the bronze beneath her, and with Oxyoth.

You cheated, you... You... Cheater.
Despite the green's lazy insult, she crooned in pleasure as the two twined tails in the skies above the Bowl.
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She was away from the Bowl. The girl? Gone. But there was a blue with Tibiath! Where-
Sheets. Sweat.
Another dragon had flown her green. A man's blue.
Moans.
And Tibiath wanted it.
Vaguely, K'tel realized the last of those moans had been her own. Or had they all been hers? Her mind was too foggy to tell. She curled the sheets up around herself and spied through the room for her clothes. She refused to look at the man.
It would be better for her mind if she didn't look at the man.
“I, uh.” She was horrible at the conversation that came after a flight. “I should get dressed.”

K'tel needed a drink.