The sting of claws striking his side caught the brown off guard, a low guttural growl ripping through his throat as he turned blood red eyes towards the bronze who struck at him. Anger flared throughout his entire being but underneath it all was an eagerness to draw blood, to slice through hide and muscle.
Hearing the bronze's voice reach out to him Wolveth lashed out, his head whipping forward to try and bite at the dragon's wing sails only to miss. The anger at this and the words grew as he surged forward, eyes moving to look over to Kleoth before also looking over back to the bronze.
I will cause it to rain blood, the sounds of fury and rending flesh shall be her symphony, if I win this night or not! Another growl as he flew, perhaps at times a bit too dangerously close to Navarath, as if tempting the bronze to attack him again. Surely, he would not miss the bronze with a second attack.
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Aurelia had done her best to ignore the feelings coursing throughout her but, it was hard enough to quash the normal feelings of flight lust, combine that with the feelings of anger and bloodlust Wolveth was not shielding from her, well it was enough to drive anyone a bit crazy.
Dressed in her trousers and a tunic without any sleeves, Aurelia moved out of her hut and to where she could feel the gold rider was. As she neared, it was obvious she was already a bit late to this party but it didn't bother her as she took up a spot upon the outside of the circle of things, her eyes moving over Phryana and the riders who were also congregated.
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Every star shall tremble in your presence, my Queen. Auriath bugled in delight, impressed by the power she commanded over those other silly, blood-craven creatures. Obviously she was a gold, and had the power to command, but it was one thing to keep ailing dragons calm, and quite another to inspire them to fight each other. Auriath made a note to steer clear of the more vicious ones, preferring to focus his attention on the most beautiful prize of all: Kleoth in all of her shimmering glory.
As Phryana studied him, he merely nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Auriath's own elation filled him, and he wasn't entirely Pernbound anymore- flying and catching thermals propelled his heart more skyward than anything else.
Auriath was ambitious- perhaps in an earnest effort to impress the queen with his own prowess, rather than his bloodlust. He was a creature better suited to speed, but in his joy and flight-revelry, far outstripped others. An unfortunate development, really.
Kito: Available for a night of fun, 19, pansexual, ex-Rivercrest Hold courtesan, more about living in the moment and leans towards a hedonistic lifestyle. Positive Trait List: Effervescent - Thoughtful - Charming Negative Trait List: Shallow - Garrulous - Fidgety
Auriath: Vain, passionate, light-hearted and fun, Auriath believes himself a shining, resplendent beacon of dragonkind. He's a little particular and over-the-top, and his teasing banter often ventures into cutting territory. He doesn't mean to be rude, truly, but sometimes he just doesn't think things through very well (blame it on a short attention-span). Can sometimes be pompous and self-indulgent, although never with malicious intent. Very particular about looking and feeling his best, the recent Threadfall left him with a collection of scars he both rues and boasts about: look at him. Such a warrior. Positive Trait List: Ardent - Attentive - Amiable Negative Trait List: Teaser - Devil's advocate - Fussy
He attacked! 7 - 2 = -5 (miss!) AND 15 - 5 = 10 for score Total: 26
Zaikt
Nasasth did a chomp, but he missed, so no damage!
As Nasath came around to try to double back towards the gold, things grew messy. Suddenly there were too many males in his way, and worse, he caught a flash of lashing teeth, and then another, and again! A fight, was it? Well, he'd throw his weight around too! He snarled as he swooped back in the direction of Kleoth, snapping out as he ducked past Belsheveth, though his teeth found only air. In truth he had meant to bite, but perhaps it would make no matter—either way he'd get what he wanted. A clearer path to his lovely lady, who surely was looking for him and wishing he'd come drive off these lesser fellows... right?
Move aside, or I will move you aside! He bugled a warning as he caught a glimpse of that glittering golden hide through the mass of brown and bronze. She'd turned, was heading for the sea, and he changed course again, huge wings pumping to drive him after her, determined to not be left behind. I see you, he called out to her, tone softer, but still laced with promise. I am coming, they will not stand between us...!
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18!
Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 12:09 pm
NPC Bronze Baloroth ________________________
He hadn't intended to overshoot as much as he had, but Kleoth was proving to be quite crafty! Her impish delight at having juked a number of her suitors using their (and his) expectations against them to get distance, while made for harder work for him to try to close some space between the queen and himself, had him tickled by her trickery. The bronze rumbled as he sharply angled his wings to make a deep banked turn towards the sea to follow. 'Happy to dance on the strings you pull, clever Kleoth.' Baloroth briefly craned his head around to spy where the fights were breaking out. Let them brawl. Let them exhaust themselves battering against each other. Once notes were made, he refocused on Kleoth, to try to perhaps better keep an eye out for her next maneuvers, so he could hopefully try to draw nearer. 'With you outshining the brightest stars in the evening sky, I'm not going to be lost so easily, my queen.' Sure, there was still plenty of space between, but Baloroth wasn't about to let that keep him from maintaining his pursuit!
His bondmate's sudden maneuvers pushed a sharp exhale from the bronzerider, feeling the rush, his determination. R'en shook himself to try to ground himself back to the gathering on the beach, to slow the quickened beating of his head. Looking around, it seemed Phyrana was scanning her own prospects. When her eyes met his when she paused to give him a once over, his brows inched a little closer to his hairline, his breath caught in his throat for the fleeting moment, and he felt his face warm at her smile. R'en cleared his throat with a soft chuckle when the goldrider's gaze moved along. He then watched her flow around and between those gathered for her. When she drew near, he turned hand to her, open palm up to brush fingertips or the soft inside of the wrists. He had no words for her, just a little crooked smile for her as she passed. When it all boiled down, whether words or actions were given, with posturing or no, the choice was Phyrana's.
[[ Spd(10) + Wit(13) = 23 ]]
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.:Baloroth's Stats:. HP: 45/45 Base points for bronze: 45 points Between 6-20 turns: +10 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Total: 65
Baloroth has the look of a fighter, large, well muscled, and bearing the scars of seeing action. The right side of his face and some onto his neck bear burns from a wayward blast of flame, missing the eye on that side. His body, tail, and wings are peppered with threadscore scars. He'll, of course, flame the thread if he can, but he's also the sort to take the hits for others if he needs to. Behind his typical aloofness, stubborn stick-to-itiveness, and unvoiced expectations that he often expects others to adhere to, Baloroth isn't one to shy away from work or duty and has a sincerity that can surprise some if they've more readily experienced his brusqueness.
R'en, 29, ex-baker/cook, is pansexual and open to letting the flight lust simply take him where it may.
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Though he had darted past her turn at first, Aleyath was quick to follow with spirited aplomb, performing a tight spin that brought him back in range of the gold but didn't crowd her. No, it was her duty to climb and his to catch, and the thought of his dark form enveloping her glittering hide almost made him surge forward again, at least until he caught himself with the in-flight equivalent of a hastily cleared throat. It was a lovely possibility, for tonight at least.
He spread his claws and reached toward Baloroth, but it was all in jest. Aleyath wouldn't attack unless someone started something.
Sorry I haven't joined the ichor party, he said to Kleoth, voice deceptively nonchalant as he maintained his focus on the queen. But I'd prefer to be tested personally.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2021 4:14 pm
Her eyes were bright as she dove dangerously close to the waters, flapping hard to avoid being buffeted by the ocean winds. Ending up nearly drowning herself was not how she wanted to end her first flight! She kept careful eyes on her periphery, noting who was keeping pace. Though she clearly wasn't the sort who looked for flattery, Kleoth was more than happy to share a little of her fierce joy with Belsheveth for his praise. Shall we find out together? She asked, still determined to lead them all on a chase worth remembering.
With her mood improved, she listened to Zibeth's sweet talk with wry amusement. A tried and true strategy. She agreed, narrowly avoiding a cresting wave. Luck might favor you this eve. For no matter how much cunning and strategy was put into a hunt, there would always be an element of luck.
Her own amusement curled around Illiandinth in turn, pleased at his acknowledgement that this was, in fact, a mutual hunt. If they wish to dance, I am happy to lead. Until someone moved to seize the reins from her.
Both Navarath and Pipith both lashed out with savage strikes that had her humming, offering a wave of her approval.
To Auriath, her words were determined. The only star I wish to tremble before me is the Red. She gathered him up in her mind for a moment, letting him feel her will to rip the cursed thing from the sky before she was gone.
Do not not let me lead you by the nose, Baloroth! She admonished, but it was gentle and teasing. We are all fighters here, no matter the outcome of this flight.
Aleyath's words made her claws flex slightly, but the rumble of sound she made was distinctly amused. Is that an invitation, dear Aleyath?
For the rest, she bugled, challenging and encouraging all in the same breath. It's almost time, my swift hunters. She was a strong queen, but her stamina was not as hearty as some. Already, she could feel how she was beginning to tire.
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Phryana paused briefly as she mingled within the crowd, staring out at the ocean where her heart flew. She could sense her queen's intent, and for a moment, everything held still for a heartbeat. (Awkward filler post here, SORRY, she's kind of waiting on Kleoth to make the move and then she'll pick as well!)
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Round 3: Please roll Dexterity + Stamina OR choose to attack! Battle mechanics are on the front page!
Kleoth’s Stats HP: 100/100 (she is the final boss) Strength: 19 Speed: 10 Dexterity: 6 Stamina: 17 Wits: 16
Round Four will begin on Wednesday 6 PM CST or sooner if everyone posts before then!
Zaikt
Belsheveth earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
Mr Cheri
Illiandinth earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
demon_pachabel
Navarath earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
Meepfur
Pipith earns a boon! Add a +5/-5 to your score, whichever brings you closest to Kleoth's total. This can only be used on this turn.
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When Uskatath cut over to take a shot at him, Pipith was quick to duck out of the way; had the other bronze actually connected, he'd have been absolutely furious, but given that he'd missed, Pipith was smug rather than riled. Too slow, Uskatath! he couldn't resist gloating, snapping his jaws together in amusement rather than attempting to retaliate; as the attack had failed, he focused on the chase rather than on vengeance for an attempted slight.
He dove close behind Kleoth, fueled by the wave of approval he'd felt following his successful attack on Belengath. Disappointingly, his opponent had barely reacted, doing nothing but snap at the empty air - did he have any spirit in him at all? Hmph. Nevermind color, that one simply didn't have the mettle to catck any gold, let alone one so fierce as Kleoth, at least in Pipith's not-so-humble opinion. Not one for poetry even in less violent Flights, with those more amenable to such things, Pipith had no words for their Queen, but gave voice to a throaty bugle as he pursued.
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Pipith's Stats: Base points for bronze: 45 Between 6-20 turns (14): +10 Fit/Motivated: +10
Navarath hardly needed to be tempted - instead he was spurred on by the approval of the maiden gold they were all in hot pursuit of. Whether his claws would catch flesh again was inconsequential. There was battle to be done and their audience, the only who mattered, was watching!
BastetAmun
A swipe and a miss!
A symphony, a symphony! A lot of sound that is beautiful but holds no action! he challenged, fearless and unwilling to shy away from a retaliatory blow. He radiated a desire to be lashed back at, to prove his strength, to take a hit and keep flying proud.
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Bronze Navarath Navarath hatched ferocious and battle hungry - and while he is not blind with his desire for physical competition, he can be incredibly coarse which can hide his noble nature.
T'kita is a former pit fighter who has had to prove his mettle via combat and has the lean muscle to show for it. He sees everything as a bit of a competition and will look down on those he sees as cowardly or whiny.
He attacked! 6 - 3 = 3! HIT! AND 15 + 3 = 18 for score Total: 44
Uta
Uskatath takes 3 damage!
What! WHAT?! She still... she STILL wasn't looking at him! The bronze gave a demanding trumpet as Kleoth's form was once again obscured by the many brown and bronze wings. He was right here and she... she... no! No it wasn't her fault! He snarled, lashing out at the nearest male—Uskatath receiving a quick but pointed snap of his teeth, and leaving Nasath with a smear of greenish ichor on his jaws. Move! Get out of my way! She can't see ME through your ugly hide! He hissed in warning and ducked away as the older bronze's teeth came snapping his direction, giving a few wild pumps of his wings to build distance between them.
One less between him and the golden, glorious object of his desire now. He gave another roar, calling to her and flecking drawn ichor into the dark air over the sea. If I have to carve a path to you I will, Kleoth! Look my way!
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2021 4:41 pm
NPC Bronze Zibeth
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Bronze: 45 7 years old: +10 motivated: +10 Total: 65
Skimming along the surface of the sea, Adarith kept close to Kleoth. He wanted to show to her that he could fight too, that his first swipe as they left the ground hadn't been a fluke, but having already gone for a bronze he felt that simply going for another would be repetitive and dull. She was quick, but he put on a little burst of speed and opened his maw to try to catch her bobbing tail. It passed just close enough to reach out and bite...
He chomped down on nothing but air as Kleoth pulled ahead again, gaining enough distance to foil his plan. He let out a little snarl of annoyance but continued his pursuit. None of the other dragons were worth his time nor effort, even for an attack. He had eyes only for her.
Tsunake
Miss! crying No damage
T'sar watched as Phryana's attention focused on the distant shining specks of dragons mingling with the sparkling sea, the sunset providing a picturesque gold flight. He couldn't help his old Harper instincts as they stirred, eager to use the moment as inspiration for a new song. His fingers tapped against his palm, muscle memory working its wonders as he composed a mental piece on his violin.
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Adarith: Adarith isn't the nicest dragon out there. He is very demanding and has a very short temper, which is a combination for a volatile creature. Brimming with energy, Adarith requires mental and physical exertion to keep out of trouble. He has scars from scrapes with other dragons and he wears them with pride. He uses his demeanor and his size to his advantage and when he is the smaller dragon in a situation, he doesn't let it get to his head. Despite his rough personality he is a fierce fighter and defender of his home, and to those that can withstand his brutish ways, they can find an honorable and loyal friend and soldier beneath the dark hide. T'sar: Positive: Charismatic, Graceful, Learns from the past/his mistakes. Negative: Snobby, Vain, Fearful of rejection. Available for anyone looking for a fun night.
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Adarith's Stats Base points for brown: 40 points Between 6-20 turns: +10 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Participated in this most recent Threadfall: +5 points Brown: -5 points
A gust of wind fanned the bronze's wings open, and expertly he closed one wing, darting down to narrow the ever increasing gap. And why should you not lead, when they will so readily follow? I grow curious as to how you will end this dance. Did she intend to drop dramatically from the sky? Would she plunge higher, and higher still? Or would she make a swift choice, and swing back to find a pursuer's grasp? What dance step do you choose, oh Kleoth?
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At Kleoth's answer, he roared in approval. Yes, he knew he'd liked her for a reason. Bloodsport was not his favourite demonstration of loyalty, but a thirst to destroy Thread? It enflamed his hearts further. A model huntress! Would that I could tear our blighted Star from the sky for you- but I will settle for flaming every tangle of Thread that crosses my path. He was, perhaps, too poetic for so bloody a night, but Auriath was a passionate creature through-and-through.
Despite the distance between them, Auriath was not disheartened. It was a thrilling chase in itself, and he ducked and soared to keep pace. Let those other fools waste time on each other, as the queen merrily judged her court. He would certainly not stoop to such trickery.
As Phryana studied him, he merely nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Auriath's own elation filled him, and he wasn't entirely Pernbound anymore- flying and catching thermals propelled his heart more skyward than anything else.
Very little of Kito's mind remained Pern-bound; enough to bring them back, should Auriath become distracted, but most of him was consumed by the power and passion of the Flight. Goldflights were indescribable in their incandescence and fiery power. He had never experienced the like at Rivercrest, for all of its glitzy glamour and shadowy smoulder. This was more than a game- this had taken hold and possessed him completely.
Kito: Available for a night of fun, 19, pansexual, ex-Rivercrest Hold courtesan, more about living in the moment and leans towards a hedonistic lifestyle. Positive Trait List: Effervescent - Thoughtful - Charming Negative Trait List: Shallow - Garrulous - Fidgety
Auriath: Vain, passionate, light-hearted and fun, Auriath believes himself a shining, resplendent beacon of dragonkind. He's a little particular and over-the-top, and his teasing banter often ventures into cutting territory. He doesn't mean to be rude, truly, but sometimes he just doesn't think things through very well (blame it on a short attention-span). Can sometimes be pompous and self-indulgent, although never with malicious intent. Very particular about looking and feeling his best, the recent Threadfall left him with a collection of scars he both rues and boasts about: look at him. Such a warrior. Positive Trait List: Ardent - Attentive - Amiable Negative Trait List: Teaser - Devil's advocate - Fussy
The bronze missed with his attack and Wolveth let out a growl, cutting through the air with the burning red of his whirling eyes locked upon Navarath for a moment. A snarl echoed deeply through his chest as he lashed out with tooth and claw as well, coming up short which just brought for an angry and frustrated growl as well.
demon_pachabel
Misses again.
With the frustration building within him, Wolveth turned his focus away from the bronze he had been fighting with and back towards golden Kleoth. Others attacked and fought one another for her glory and he did reach out this time towards her.
Fierce Kleoth, you bring forth a fierceness in those who chase. Even if I am not to catch you. The guttural voice seemed to chuckle some as he paused. I will relish the fight and wounds this night has brought!
Uskatath had little trouble keeping up, even as Kleoth swung down over the waters of the Western Continent. Though he kept one eye on her--knowing full well the night was still well in her claws--the bronze did wish to offer tribute. She had requested blood, and blood he very well wanted to give! Unfortunately, he was having trouble sinking his fangs in any of the competition, and that would not do. Pipith was granted a snarl as he goaded him over his missed attempt to bite--but he didn't bother pursuing him. At least not yet. The night was still young and he had every hope to draw ichor--Pipith's, perhaps--yet.
Mating flights were a primal thing, and Kleoth clearly desired a strong, capable dragon. If she were smart she'd choose a bronze, and if she was wise and perceptive she'd surely choose him--for he encompassed all things great. He was not a native to Western and could surely sire strong, healthy young; he was no feeble brown; and best of all, he didn't hold onto new-fangled ideas regarding how Threadfall should be fought. Were the gold's at Western still able to be called a queen when their rule was all but stolen from them thanks to Council's and committees?
Well.
Uskatath had feelings about that too--but now was not the time or place. Especially when Nasath caught him. Hissing in irritation that he had been caught by another's teeth, the dragon veered right into the others path--and gave a valiant attempt to tear a chunk from the younger bronze.
Once again, his teeth snapped shut on nothing but air--and this time his frustration tripled. How much would he be denied this night? He was certain to take someone down, one way or another! If all he had was his own ichor to offer Kleoth, well... that was better than nothing.
Down below, N'sarl hardly was aware of those around him. He saw Kleoth in Phryana, saw his competition in the men and women around her, and all he could do was keep himself quiet. He was no poet; he was driven by Uskatath's need, and had while it was not, perhaps, the most romantic notion--it sang fully of truth.
Each and every one there, surrounding her, was still driven by dragonlust, no matter how composed they seemed. That was the truth. Until the flight came to an end, there was nothing for him to do but wait, and yearn. Though it wasn't all for Phryana... Not at all, if he were honest. There was another....But that didn't matter, not here, not now. Dreams weren't reality, and N'sarl had never been much a day-dreamer. So he was here, letting Uskatath carry him away with primal need, keeping his hearts grounded, for all that the rest of him soared.
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Uskatath's gonna try to chomp back... since Nasath is conveniently right there. But he missed, so fly free, Nasath! :3
Uskatath: He is a bronze who fits the High Reaches ideal far more than that of Western. Though he loathes his current home, he remains out of a sense of duty--and because his rider refuses to leave. He's judgmental, pompous, arrogant, and not entirely a friendly sort of bronze. He's all edges, and not afraid of a good fight. Uskatath is a formidable Threadfighter and reliable (if unpleasant) wingmate.
N'sarl: He was once trouble, and even after Impression, hasn't gotten much better. Returning to High Reaches Weyr is a temptation but something--or someone--keeps him there. He's aloof, rough-around-the-edges, and generally hard to get to know. He's slightly-less-pompous than his bronze, and can (quietly) do good things when the mood strikes.
