Feeding Grounds
Blood of the weyr's food supply --for beast and human-- spots the thirsty ground, marks the gory passing of herdbeasts and wherries lost to the voracity of feasting dragons. Patches of ripped greenery attest to the struggles that rile within while the odd bone scattered about bleaches under the hot Igen sun. The rail's smoothly worn horizontals betray turns of tight-fisted visitors, rider and resident, their nauseous swirl of grain amid the carnage before them stayed only by wood's timely stability and rigid pastoralness.
Astrea and Halis are here.
The following dragons are here: Zheryth, Kaeth, Olexath, and Kahlendroth
From here you can go:
Lake Southwest Bowl

Astrea
Polaris' cold light gleams from the depths of dark, slate-blue eyes, superceded by pale, high-arched brows. Silky, white-blonde hair accents ivory oval of a face, trimmed above her shoulders; smooth, aristocratic features are set off by charming smile with a hint of rogue in peach lips' merry twist. Slender shoulders and arms are vessels for extravagant gestures of dainty hands; slim waist bends as entire body works to get every point across; an actress born. But certainly not all sweetness and light - firmness of pale chin gives hint to a lurking temper - somewhere, or so we think. Tall, slender, shameless, hers is a proud figure, subtly imposing despite the mirth which bubbles over within it.
Her nightgown is a sleek masterpiece of weaver art - all cobalt-hued, formfitting silk with narrow straps over slender shoulders. Lace-trimmed neckline and hem accent her pale skin as the fabric brings out dark-slated eyes. Her hair tumbles in a becomingly rumped way about her shoulders- -she's comfy, she's cute.
Igen's saffron and obsidian, Kaeth's olive, wingrider's silver - all are set a'twist and a'twine upon her shoulder, spotlessly clean.
She seems to be mid-twenties.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Conrade
Never, ever, ever again.

Sk'lar
Rukbat-gilded hair of varnished mahogany tops this lad's head while being rooted deep in a rogue's shadow. Olive-complexion attunes his round face, only furthering the character of the single dimple upon his left cheek and the blanch of a hair-thin scar that trims opposite dark eyebrow. Copper's shavings flicker in the saturated depths of his sepia-imbued eyes, lending a sparkle to an otherwise dark presence. Form is thin, still dealing with adolescent's growth with muscles ever striving to keep up with the heights this boy's body is yearning for.
Fine tailoring gleams true with the elaborate and seemingly frail weave of virgin-white sisal shirt, string-laced front and long sleeves. Top is tucked into a pair of tight-fitting wherhide pants set to shine in a depthless marine blue complete with gold piping trimming down the legs, boots are dyed an oddly roguish sable. And the icing -his riding jacket of blue and gold, the perfect covering for any debonair pirate of the skies.
Black and White twine about, dressed with a thread of shining bronze. This knot is delightfully new, proving not only that he is a member of Telgar Weyr, but a WingSecond at that. The badge of the Skyskimmer Wing is not far from it.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Canine Skyskimmer Badge, Sk'lar

Sk'lar slides from Kahlendroth's tilted shoulder, bounces over the bulge of the dragon's foreleg, and then lands upon the ground with a *thump*.

Zheryth trundles toward Weyr Lake Shore.

Nocturnal flitters in from Southwestern Bowl.

Kaeth paces--no, stalks--groundbound for once and with a brilliant sheen to cream-bottomed wings. She pauses for a moment to allow Astrea to pull her straps off, tilting a stern gaze about her.

Halis sighs as she quickly hops down from Olexath, "Alright alright ya lug, calm down." She heads for the railing rather quickly and glances at the pacing Kaeth with a sigh. She did ask for less normal and more excitement.

Setsunath has arrived.
G'briel dismounts from Setsunath.

Sk'lar frowns briefly after his dragon, as he just manages to dismount before the bronze is launching into the skies once more. Hands move down to pat the dust from trous as it is kicked up in the bronze's hasty exit. Rider lift a hand to shadow over his eyes peering to the side to spot the others, recognizing Halis. "Good day, Igen," he murmurs in greeting.

G'briel dismounts quickly, but without too much haste, smiling a little at the others gathered around the Feeding Grounds. His own lifemate stays on the ground watching the proddy female curiously. Nodding his head, he smiles, "G'day." To those he hasn't met yet, "I'm G'briel."

Astrea's standing rigidly to one side, unfocused eyes centered upon Kaeth. She's in tune enough to send a distracted glance over towards the newcomers, but that's about it; her hands are balled around jacket's cuffs and her knuckles are white.

Kahlendroth doesn't part far from his rider, hooding wings to give him just enough lift to clear the fence. Bronze drops with a solid *thumb* on the other side, talons clenching in the soil as he remains crouched, sweeping tail about to nick the fence with a glancing brush. His head turns, peering with one jade-imbued eye upon the shifting green, drawn with curious consideration.

Halis nods at Sk'lar, "To you as well Telgar." She winks at the silly formal way of saying hello before nodding at G'briel, "I think we've met right?" Gaze returns to her blue who's watching Kaeth intently, waiting for some sign to start sucking the life out of the beasties.

G'briel quirks a grin at Halis, "Yes, I believe we have." Setsunath doesn't tear his gaze from the proddy green, but neither does he move much. Conserving his energy, he is. His own gaze is drawn to Astrea, causing eyebrows to raise, but seeing as she's not quite eager for company, focuses back upon Halis and Sk'lar.

Kaeth doesn't waste time--as soon as she can, she arches her back and springs upward to soar over the grounds' narrow confines. A pause--to hover and watch the creatures below squeal and scatter in terror. Then she drops like a stone, pinning one of the unfortunates to the ground.

Setsunath takes the green's flight as the sign for go as he too springs aloft and begins blooding his kills. Beastie is caught, though the bronze only sucks the life-giving sustenance out of the animal. Muscle flows beneath bronzen hide as the dragon drops his kill, flying higher to spot yet anothertasty treat. However, he's still peripherally aware of the green.

Sk'lar makes quick work in removing the gloves from his hands, plucking them one finger at a time before tucking them in the pockets of his jacket Next, he draws his hands down the front of his riding jacket, loosening the fastens. Not long after and the bronzer is shrugging from the thing, draping it over his shoulder. Chin lifts in greeting to G'briel, smile just a glimmer before he mutters to Halis once more, "I suppose my timing seems to have improved as of late." He flickers a glance to Astrea before continuing his words with Halis, "Came to see take a few things that my mother wanted to give to my Aunt O'no, and Kahlen is near to picking me up by the scruff of my jacket, tossing me on his back, and bringing me here."

Olexath would smirk if he'd mastered that skill yet. Instead, he slinks along the ground for a bit before hopping up into the air and pouncing down upon a nice beastie, not one of the best of course, those are left alone for the green. Large icy jaws clamp down as he sucks out the warm blood, tossing aside the drained corpse before finding another one in much the same way. Meanwhile his rider laughs at Sk'lar, "Lexie did much the same, after threatening to leave me up in the weyr to stew by myself."

As if that first taste of blood has freed her, Astrea tosses back her head with a vibrant laugh and turns a luminous gaze towards the three riders not far away, a smile effervercing over her face. She doesn't say anything, just watches them as Kaeth watches their dragons.

Kahlendroth remains as is, waiting for the frenzied herd to draw in his direction. Still. Stoic. He hides in his perfect stillness... waiting... and then the thundering mass passes just close enough. Sea-born bronze surges forward in one heady launch, driving his shoulder down /hard/ into the side of one of the 'beasts, causing it to slam to the earth with a broken back. Maw opens and closes upon the bovine, lashing it with his teeth as he sucks it dry. Not at all sated, bronze lifts blood-splattered muzzle to eye the green, licking the flecks with a quick tongue.

G'briel grits his teeth as the taste and feel of the blooding washes over him, sent from his own lifemate. Astrea is watched as all pretense of conversation flees his mind, though he does not take a step in her direction. Content, he is, to watch and wait and fly with his dragon.

Kaeth almost negligently flicks out a talon and draws a heardbeast towards her, crushing it with one foot, bending her head towards it with her eyes still on her suitors. Wings shimmer beneath their burnt honey-lime cloak; she'll be no prey to them tonight.

Setsunath twists and dives, folding bronzen wings back against his sinuously long form, catching yet another beastie that lies within easy grasp. The nature of the beast causes the bronze to be tempted to do more than blood, but control from his rider sends him into near riot. However, only blood is taken by dragon. Dropping the now prone body of the animal, he prowls the skies over the feeding grounds, trying to find that perfect one. Red-rimmed gaze is latched upon the green as if she were a meal to be partaken from, but that is left for later as he falls into a new dive.

Halis grips the railing infront of her with a heavy sigh as she watches Olexath sink his teeth into another beast after slinking and pouncing. A giggle escapes Hallie's throat as Olexath flicks a little of the blood in her direction, not even now able to avoid playing with his 'food'. One last beast is dispatched in the slinking bunnyhop manner before he sits back on his haunches, tail flicking around as he waits for the glowing green to take to the cooling air.

Kahlendroth shifts away from the sundered beast, leaving the carcass for the carion feeders and insects. Bronze drops back upon his haunches, curling tail away from his body and drawing himself to sit with a near languid grace. Dragon's head lifts, throat throbbing in an undulation as the last of the bovine's blood sloshes down to pool in his belly. Wings draw away from his sides, held loose and ready.

Astrea shivers free of Kaeth's influence, blinking the dynamic gleam from her eyes; only Turns of experience provide her with control, but there's still a hint of repulsion in her face as she watches her dragon give a herdbeast one final lick. Then she swivels towards the others, eyes darkened. "We should go--inside--" Her halting words trail off as she leads the way towards the ground weyr.

Guest Weyr
Pale stone spins from a curved tunnel, into a square-cut weyr with room to hold almost any dragon: here the walls stipple rose quartz into darkest obsidion, cut by hand and smoothed by years of habitation. Sparse wallhangings allow the stone's coolness to pervade the desert-warmed air, mute the dry soil's acrid sulphur and ash. The room's only furnishings, a rush-filled bed and Queen-sized dragon couch, fully prepared for comfort, offer alternative to Igen's more usual hammock and stone.
Astrea is here.
From here you can go:
Bowl

**Path to Guest Weyr…

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth stretches now, felinic, and turns an amused gaze upon those around her as her wings arch langorously over her. Then it's time--/time/--and she's in the air and soaring before anyone else, with laughter in her thought and touch--these are her terms, and she'll not be hunted by /them/.

(Kahlendroth) Lids slowly revealing jeweled gaze, Kaeth arches saffron-mottled back in a felinic stretch, silvered talons raking across the ground.

Sk'lar follows in after the greenrider, hard gaze drifting from her form away and to other sights -only to be drawn towards her once more. As they enter into the relative privacy of the ground weyrs, bronze moves to the side to drop his riding jacket onto a bench, he isn't standing all that far from it.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth sails with cream-camouflaged serenity toward Sky Above Feeding Grounds.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath flies toward Sky Above Feeding Grounds.

(Kahlendroth) Sky Above Feeding Grounds
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Unruly winds circulate aloft the equivalently unyielding ground below, the scent of freshly blooded herdbeast and wherry potent within the air's irregular currents. Wind- and dragon-scoured ledges dwell upon jagged intervals, providing a common perch for the hunting dragons as well. Nearby, volcano's distinct formation gives way to the over-powering presence of the lake, it's crystal-clear luminescence luring from even this distance.
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Kahlendroth) It is a bright, cheery day. It is a spring morning.
(Kahlendroth) The following dragons are here: Kaeth and Setsunath
(Kahlendroth) From here you can go:
(Kahlendroth) Up Southwest Bowl
(Kahlendroth) Lake Feeding Grounds

Halis would take off her riding jacket if she were wearing one, instead she just sits on the edge of the couch with another deep sigh, eyes closing as she flies along with Olexath for now, hands resting atop her lap, fingers pulling at the hem of the dress absently.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath has arrived.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath follows Kaeth closely, trailing her as if she were the ball and string that he would play with. Powerful wings lend him the strength to chase the green into the skies, allowing the rays of Rukbat play off his bronzen hide. His is the role of seducer; he must somehow coax her into his grasp.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth is launching into the skies but a breath, maybe two, after the green. He moves with talons that had slipped deep into the earth, giving him the hold to push off and away enough to rend the earth to scraps in the very same way he dealt with his meal. Spars curve alarmingly, upon the brink of cracking, as he lifts and pushes down in that all too important initial wing-beat. And again. And again. He stretches after her.

G'briel troops after the other three into the Guest Weyrs, all the while his gaze never straying for too long away from Astrea. Enigmatic quirk of his lips lends him a faintly amused air even as he chooses a spot in which he will not move until the end of the flight.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth lets out an exultant cry, spinning far off and rising still--can't catch me, can't catch me, I'm in control. And she is, she /is/, for she twists suddenly, the blood-heat in her veins lending her an agility she doesn't possess even against Thread, and climbs steeply upwards.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath is rather past coaxing since it hasn't worked before. Instead he tilts icy gunmetal wings towards the wind, catching a little of it now and then, propelling him towards the nice shiny prize, however ellusive she might be. A low rumble rolls from his throat as he stretches his brown sized body towards the sky. He got a late start on the whole thing somehow it seems.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth sails with cream-camouflaged serenity toward Sky High Above Southwest Bowl.

(Kahlendroth) Sky Above Southwest Bowl
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Textured spires extend into this skyward retreat, their cusped edges and unconventional shapes proving to be an obstacle course for dragonkind. Unpredictable thermals transport the moist seduction of the nearby - and almost blinding during particular moments of the day - aspect of the lake, while the weyr's pastime lies exclusively betwixt the northern arch of the living caverns below.
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Kahlendroth) It is a bright, cheery day. It is a spring morning.
(Kahlendroth) From here you can go:
(Kahlendroth) Up Feeding Grounds Center Bowl

Astrea has enough time to step hesitantly into the weyr before Kaeth shakes her, snatches her back; instantly her back straightens, her hips swivel--she spins to face them once more with that purring giggle in her throat.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth lifts and plunges wave-wracked pinions, striving to sunder the very air and reach those heights so greatly coveted. His haunches bunch and draw close as the bronze seems to climb his way ever higher, working legs and splaying talons to claw himself closer to the green. To sail the currents and possess the very air, he will and does... a mark upon the glory before him.

(Kahlendroth) From Sky Above Feeding Grounds, Setsunath twists after the agile green, concedeing that she is in charge, for now. Unable to keep up with her twists being much larger and with less dexterity, he merely attempts to stay somewhat close to the female. Bugling his own desire and need, he sweeps after the green, endlessly chasing her.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath has arrived.

(Kahlendroth) From Sky High Above Southwest Bowl, Olexath lets the rumble living in his throat escape through his jaws as he somewhat twists after Kaeth, his tail lashing about behind him like a rudder. Wings spread wide to get the best wind coverage possible, speeding his body towards the green, catching up to the larger beasts easily. Though the green still manages to keep ahead of him somehow.

Sk'lar flickers a glance onto Astrea with a darkening gaze, before allowing his eyes to cross to the other riders of the chasers. Telgarian reaches a hand up, combing fingers raggedly through dark hair to leave it as tousled as his intentions. Bronzer releases a low breath, leaning back against the cool stone wall with innate indolent, crossing arms over his chest in a bit of a shrug.

G'briel watches Astrea turn upon them with some trepidation, however, the sensations of the flight have left him mesmerized by the rider of the dragon his is trying to catch. Smiling a little smile, the bronzerider merely leans against the wall, watching her until his lifemate pulls him back into the flight above.

Halis smirks at her blue's latest thought, eyes opening ever so slightly as she turns her sparklie blond head towards Astrea, watching the change in the greenrider's emotions.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath flies toward Sky High Above Southwest Bowl.

(Kahlendroth) From Sky High Above Southwest Bowl, Kaeth roars again, taunting--she could do /so/ much better than that, were she chasing--as it is, though, she tilts downward into the dive of all dives, skimming ever more swiftly until she levels out, mocking them all with a flick of her barbed tail.

(Kahlendroth) Sky High Above Southwest Bowl
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Past spires' height and the weyr's protective walls, the mercilessness of the winds prevails. Neither dragon nor firelizard is immune to the unpredictability this area's thermals; even the most skilled of the species often seen faltering at these heights. The luminous glistening of the lake below can be nearly blinding from certain angles, while the feeding ground's frenzy is - and can be - an entertaining spectacle for all.
(Kahlendroth)
(Kahlendroth) Type 'ledges' to see a list of connected weyrs.
(Kahlendroth) It is a bright, cheery day. It is a spring morning.
(Kahlendroth) Flittering around is DuskSky.
(Kahlendroth) The following dragons are here: Kaeth, Olexath, and Setsunath
(Kahlendroth) From here you can go:
(Kahlendroth) Feeding Grounds Weyr Entrance Weyrling Grounds
(Kahlendroth) Southwest Bowl Center Bowl Over the Rim

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth turns upon pinion's point, folding starboard-sail before angling down. Spars collapse, sails furl close to ripple with the pull and drag of the very air. He seems to hesitate in mid air... hold a spot in the sky for all his own. And then he drops. Stoops. Stalks through the air. Bronze allows gravity to do its duty as he is drug down towards the ground, before snapping out wings once more before the event horizon where dragon meets ground in a lethal merging. Oh no. He is still there, and closer than before.

Astrea's imperious, delighting in her power--she hones in on Sk'lar, canting an intimate smile up towards him as fingers tangle in his hair for a moment. Then she's gone, spinning away with that selfsame laughter than Kaeth brings out in her.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath folds wings back against his body as the serpantine body begins to fall afer the green. Twisting a little, he attempts to get closer to the smaller, faster female, but with little luck. A quick opening of wings allows him to catch skeins of air, buoying him and preventing the fatal plunge of death. Speed is regained and he is after Kaeth with all the strength he can muster, allowing the heated blood of the herdbeasts to fuel his lust and strength.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath echos a sigh that he hears his rider utter so often as he arches his whole body backwards, turning upside down in the air before twisting to right himself. Wings are then brought close to his icy bulk as he dives after the green, making himself as aerodynamic as he can before snapping his wings out to avoid his collision with the ground.

G'briel lurks in the darkened corner, eyebrows twitching when the greenrider turns her attentions upon Sk'lar. Quite glad, he is, that she did not choose him for any amount of distraction might cause him to falter in his steps.

Sk'lar remains unmoved by Astrea's gesture, but his dark gaze never leaves her. Instead, lips turn into an amused lilt, deeping those elusive dimples. He drops his chin, allowing a lock of sorrel-imbued hair to descend over an eye and show his gaze. He presses against the wall, welcome for its cool embrace to temper the heat building within.

Halis lets the smirk turn to an amused smile as Astrea ruffles the bronzer's hair. Legs cross and a foot wobbles at the end impaitently as she pushes blond sparkling locks from her eyes. A small brow raises impishly with a smirk as she continues to watch from her spot on the couch.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth swings about in a tight U-turn, wings rippling emerald-lime; she speeds past the others silently, but with that same knowledge--it's her game, and it's risky. Wanna play?

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath attempts to conjure the same green-made acrobatics from his own lumberous limbs ending in nearly losing control of his flying for his attempts. However, boisterous spirit is not dented and again, the bronze chases Kaeth, his very own ball of string. Eyes fixate on that tail of hers, mesmerizing him into attempting to catch it. Wings beat harder as he tries to force the air to do his bidding, continually wanting to get closer and closer.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath has seen that move done before by a certain green who's getting more glowing by the day. This time he doesn't backwing in fear, instead he follows along, using his smaller size to his advantage as he turns after the green. Jaws snap lightly in agitation as he continues the chase.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth has existed upon the very cusp of life and death for all his youthful life. Tumbling the dice to the razor's edge and exulting in a life worth to be lived. Devil-may-care bronze cuts a fine line, as he slips with a surgeon's delicacy 'tween a pair of elder chasers, shouldering his way with sheer power and knocking one away without a sparing glance. A rogue's shadow colors his hide as sails luft with the turn, snapping loud with the temptation to tear at the force. But he draws long, capturing a thermal and wrestling it to do his bidding, sails taut once more.

Little does G'briel know. Astrea's dance brings her to his corner next, and the greenrider stretches to tiptoes to run her hands over his shoulders, down to chest. She spares a smile for him before pushing herself coquettishly away, flinging silvery hair back in delight at what Kaeth sees, at her triumphs--/their/ triumphs.

G'briel's face tightens as the object of his desires comes close causing breath to catch in his chest and fists to clench. Yet, even when she flings herself away, he manages to attempt a smile that hugs his lips in a tight embrace. Then, he is thrust back into Setsunath, and his chase for Kaeth.

Triumphs indeed. Hallie resists the urge to yawn, her mind and body at odds just now. Instead she stretches her arms above her head with a little rumble to echo her blue's earlier sentiments. Astrea's attention to the boys gets a small smile-smirk as well as a giggle.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth watches, oh, she watches with the hunter's eye, discarding in her mind the weak ones, seeking those fit to be /her/ prey, this time. Zaffer tail flows tantalizingly--the only trail she'll leave behind her--but the chasers behind may be her quarry before the night's over.

Sk'lar's grin grows more amused at every passing moment. Temptation flirts with one chaser after the other, seemingly embodied by the greenrider who so brazenly courts it. Lips part as he clucks his tongue, a chuckle spilling from him in challenge, and that ever-present indolent amusement.

Halis ain't forgotten--Astrea pirouettes near to her and traces a teasing finger down the bluerider's cheek, her smile as mischievous as Kaeth is poised. Laughter bubbles from her throat once more as she sashays, now, towards the center of the weyr--catch me if you can.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath may not be as limber and lithe as the blue to his right, but he is of quick mind and much stamina. He stalks that tail with a need born of lust and blood; of flight and life. Wings fold in a smidgen, allowing him to fall beneath the green as his intention becomes clear. Intending to pounce on the very object that makes itself the center of his attentions, the bronze flies closer to the green. Closer still, his hope that she would not notice him slightly below and behind her.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath snaps a couple more times as he inadvertantly flicks his tail in unison with Kaeth, icy body swishing along in her wake. Spotting Setsunath head down below Kaeth he decides to abandon his position behind her and tilts gunmetal caressed wings back and up, positioning the iceberg that is the bunny hopper above the glowing bauble.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth is not prey. He is the hunter, the stalker, the privateer, and the possessor. To actually prey upon him is to find one's self in the grip of possession. Tread warily, my sweet. Bronze eases the lift and fall of his wings, allowing sails to fill with the thermal's lift and push him forth, brazenly twisting the currents into his own dastardly intentions and treasured desires.

Halis smirks and offers Astrea a nod as her cheek turns a wonderfully pale pink at the touch. Legs cross the other way round, Halis wanting to just get up and run right about now.

Dark lashes hood equally dark eyes as Sky drops his chin, but looks beyond eyelashes to spy Astrea. Another wry grin doesn't just ghost his lips but twists them contemptuously. Another soft breath, fingers working to clench in the fabric of his shirt.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth edges upward, all amusement and pity for the figures so close behind her. Then she brakes in a flurry of brilliant wings, daring to dive into the very midst of her followers--/still/ can't catch me. I'm in charge.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath doesn't back off as Kaeth edges upward, the wind swirling from his wings down above her until she dives at the chasers. An amused rumble is heard from the blue as he stretches himself towards her, his urgency to actually catch something plain in the tension in every fiber of his icy bulk. Here little temptress, c'mon, you know you want to.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath watches his prey dive into the suitors that chase her glowing form through the clouds of Igen. Wings fold out and he swoops up, attempting to catch that lithe tail that spurs his movements on. Bronzen form uses the last of his strength, heightened by blood-lust, to surge toward the green, knowing she is in control, but unable to help that last grab for the teasing tail. Eyes whirl darkened red, knowing that only she may decide who has the final pounce upon that glorious tail of hers.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth would just beg to prove her wrong, and instead moves to show her the truth of his ways. In the midst of the mass of chasers, bronze is headless in his work to hold for his very own, to take the treasure and run it through his talons, curl about it and make it his, and only his. Wings furl close to his body as he powers his way towards her, straining to take what he will. Mine! A rumble is torn from the depths of his chest as he draws close, twisting in the air with a lustful frenzy.

(Kahlendroth) Kaeth plunges downward, her mocking laugh rustling in her suitors' minds--but wait, there's been an error, there's been treachery. Zaffer tail's tangled, wings' beat is impeded. Caught in her own trap by the only one with the poise and will to match her own--the thief, the privateer, it's Kahlendroth, and Kaeth succumbs.

G'briel feels the rejection of his lifemate and quickly flees the Guest Weyr, meeting the bronze in the bowl to fly up to his weyr.

G'briel walks toward NorthWest Bowl.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath lets out a rather loud cry full of frustration as he flies rather high above the weyr, the cry echoed from his rider on the ground.

(Kahlendroth) Setsunath swerves away from the green, roaring his discontent and makes his way toward his weyr.

Halis storms from the room, her frustrated cry lasting after she's gone. This has got to stop, indeed.

Halis walks with the usual spring in her step toward NorthWest Bowl.

Astrea comes back to herself with a start, eyes flying wide amidst tousled hair. "What--" she starts, but she's swept away by Kaeth once more, swept irresistably towards Sk'lar with no resistance on her part, at least.

(Kahlendroth) Kahlendroth twines about her, tail curling, neck winding, talons reaching, and wings unfurling to hold them high and long... for as long as possible. He has captured, and now he will cherish this treasure that was brought into his clutches.

(Kahlendroth) Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed wings toward Sky High Above Center Bowl.

Sk'lar continues to rest against the stone, glace sparkling despite the haze of the flight. And then a gasp is wretched from him at the culmination, bringing everything into stark focus and alarming clarity. Another ragged gasp causes his form to shudder, but this is not the end. He mutters something under his breath before reaching to Astrea, completely within the hold of his lifemate and the emotions created by the bronze's embrace with the green.

Message 108 of 108 on *IgenWeyr (#5328):
Date: Mon Feb 11 23:44:42 2002 CST
From: Astrea (#7629)
To: *IgenWeyr (#5328)
Subject: Not /totally/ unannounced.

There weren't any warning signs for this flight, none at all.

Astrea was flirty. So what? Astrea's always flirty. With people nearly ten Turns her junior. Well...yeah.

Kaeth was glowing. So? Kaeth is just a /shiny/ type of dragon, right? And she gets bathed about seven times a day, but Astrea or whomever she can sucker into it next.

But she did rise, sure of her position as huntress rather than hunted, and fell in the end in the grasp of the treasure-seeker Kahlendroth, who stopped at nothing to prove his control over the situation. Also chasing were ice-cool Olexath and rambunctious Setsunath, and a great flight they put up.

Thanks, guys :)

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Astrea. Kaeth.
Hard to get and harder to follow.
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