The sweet little green had done a lot to appease Erinyeth's instinctive need, and Lezia had thought that catching Seirath would have been all she needed to put an end to it.
There was an unease that came into the green like a familiar sickness, the lingering glow of her hide brightening as the sun threatened to fall ever downwards, casting the dark shadows that both dragon and rider were ever so fond of. That sickness threatened to make Lezia ill as she watched Erinyeth pace her ledge.
She needed it.
Go. Lezia didn't enjoy releasing Erinyeth from some unspoken desire the green held to, fighting a biological impulse for the sake of her all-consuming love, but it was necessary. She had waited long enough.
The rumble that vibrated through the green was deep, almost like a far off rock slide or a threat of an earthquake. With her beloved's blessing, the large green pushed off from her ledge and sailed straight upwards. Come and claim me, her voice was raw and earthy - far from the sound of a seducer, but still she called for all who would try their luck.
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This is Erinyeth's first flight at Western Weyr, having previously been unaffiliated until First Fall, so your toys may not know what they're getting into!
Erinyeth is: mostly an unknown, but is loyal to her wing and fierce in threadfall. There is a quality to her that just always seems a touch...intense.
Lezia is: not the kindest woman and in fact has no friends in the Weyr (as far as she is concerned). She is an 'approach at your own risk' flight partner, because she may just make you regret the decision.
RULES/INFO
Rules/Info: -Any willing dragon able to chase (sorry whites!) in or around Western Weyr can participate -- Weyrless dragons may participate if they have a good reason for being around! -Each round I will post rolling requirements - there may be bonus ones and some may add to your stats! ---That is to say, hold onto your butts because someone may come for it. -One rolling entry per round UNLESS a bonus roll has been posted or a bonus incentive has been met! -Please keep track of your own scores! -All dragons who enter before the start of round 2 do not suffer a late penalty. Any dragons joining the flight after the start of round 2 do not gain round 1 roll. -Each round will last roughly 2 days to give people time to roll/fill out posts. I reserve the right to move the flight forward if everybody has rolled all of their needed rolls. -THERE WILL BE AWARDED BONUSES AND LOSSES, but they will not come into play until the rounds actually begin. -Erinyeth's final choice will come down to IC factors AND how your rolls play out. She has a type and she's not telling you! -NPCs may enter!
Between 27-35' Long: +10 points Fierce: +5 points Gentle: +7 points Part of Buenos Aires Wing: +5 points
Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 5:25 pm
Dhumavath's best feature honestly was his ability to self-puddle into his own girth and fat, considering everything else tended to lean towards the miserable and grey. He had been content to curl up at his ledge and doze, dreaming of dark things that have come and darker things still on the horizon, until Erinyeth's call pulled him back to their already quite dark reality. Grey mixed with green and purple as he considered. It was always the same question with any rising green: was it really worth it to fight for such a fleeting moment? The brown already found goldflights a nauseous but necessary affair, because each one brought new life, but new life could so easily be stripped from them, and the suffering never stopped even if they did live. No matter how strong the hide or how sharp the claw, they were all so very, very fragile in the end. Just as his previous beloved had been.
But his rider intervened in the ever swirling whirlpool of thoughts: You need to get some exercise either way. Clear your head.
Dhumavath yawned and slowly got to his paws. I suppose, he sighed, dropping more than hopping off the ledge before fanning his wings out to catch himself, and angled up towards the green. It was best to get in now, before he inevitably fell behind.
His voice was soft, if not somber. Erinyeth-ever-war-cry, will you pierce the heavens and catch the enemy asleep among the stars? Or do you renounce the rotting world beneath for one eve? I will follow, if you let me.
------------- npc dhumavath total pts: 67 (the randomizer has spoken for physical stats!) base brown: 40 between 21-35: 10 between 27'-35': 10 (35') Gentle: 7 Rotund: 0
There had been a flurry of activity in the air recently, but Adarith hadn't paid much mind to most of the greens. The brown had better things to do than chase every tail that rose, but he would join a green in the air if they held a certain spark that drew him in. It wasn't a melodic or wistful voice, nor a teasing or flirty female that had taken to the skies. No, this one issued a flat-out challenge and that was what the starry male craved.
T'sar, for his part, watched with amusement as his dragon beat his wings a few times before leaping into the air, once more kicking up dirt and sand. This time T'sar was ready and lifted an arm so incredibly casually it was as if he had done it a thousand times before. As usual, he remained outside his little home on the beach, ready to see who might come searching for someone to ride out the flight with.
Above, Adarith gave a mighty bellow of challenge in return, eyes swirling purple and red as his body fought between the desire to chase and the urge to simply battle the green. He was ready.
I claim you, then, he snarled, his thoughts holding no trace of gentleness or sweet caresses. He was all business, and in this moment he was ready to rip the other brown from the skies that had joined the green in the air already.
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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: Charismatic, Graceful, Learns from the past/his mistakes, Snobby, Vain, Fearful of rejection. Gents and ladies are welcome in his hut but he's not going out looking for anyone.
Base points for brown: 40pts Between 6-20 turns: +5 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Fierce: +5 points Total: 60 points
"No." F'ell could hardly believe the sudden ache that was coming in his chest as he watched the purple start to seep into the eyes of his dragon. Teth had been sleeping, head atop his rider's lap, when the brown's eyes snapped open. Initially green, they leaked into a soft lavender as the dragon lifted his jaw to look at the sky. "Not....again. No." The headache from the most recent flight had just barely left him, and already he could feel a singing in his bones. There was only so many times F'ell could dismiss the burning, and he was growing weaker and weaker.
She calls! The victor calls and I want to chase her!!! The large brown climbed to his feet, careful to avoid his rider, and he spread his wings. I want her I want her I want to catch her!!!! He roared, which took F'ell aback as Teth pushed into a run. The roar turned to a happy howl as he launched into the sky, kicking up sand and dirt that blanketed the teen far below.
Lovely lady, hi hello hi!!! You won before and I flew with you before but now it's your turn!!! I want to chase you!!!! Carefully he rolled himself, large wings keeping his moments spry as he turned. Already waves of affection were rolling around, though the purple in his eyes could not be mistaken.
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Brown Teth
Teth We all know and love Teth, and he is happy to be here! F'ell Normally not open to flight romance, Teth's back to back wants have worn him down. He is open for interaction...if you want. (Males only, please)
Base points for brown: 40pts Less than 5 turns: +2 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Native to Western Weyr: +5
Months now had passed but the dull color to his hide and the tinged gray at the edges of his now almost permanently yellow eyes had not even tried to disappear. Call him depressed, call him dramatic, call the bronze whatever they may, none had gotten him to really show an interest in the world around him outside of training and threadfall for months. It wasn't just what had happened in he and his rider's immediate lives that caused the change, but rather the silence. Endless.
Something broke it above him though, having always been so interested in rising beauties as he had been for turns and turns until recently, Yudueth lifted his head and gave a bugle that drew Tsuyat's own attention. Preserve gave a leap from his chest as the rider sat up on his bed and looked out onto the ledge his small bronze was draped over, one eyebrow lifting. "Could do with the distraction, especially given who it is." There was precisely zero chance that he was going to move from where he was since it was a wingmate. But his dragon....
Gray drained from the edges of his eyes as he looked skyward at the dark green that rose straight into the evening. Another's embrace might not take away his worries or his troubles, but for a brief moment might stymie the thoughts running through his overactive mind. What would her flight be like, as none had seen her rise since arriving at Western and into Buenos Aries? Without lifting himself off the ledge, Yudueth simply rolled and fell from the stone into the open air in an almost apathetic manner. Wingsails opened enough to catch his thin frame and send him gliding for a moment above the floor of the Bowl before arching back into the sky after Erinyeth.
While for all purposes the bronze looked un-enthused, beneath the surface curiosity and the edgings of flight desire were licking at his mind and hearts like flame. Erinyeth the question, a warrior that he'd watched and worked side by side with for many threadfalls, what was beneath that armor? Roars of answer to her call echoed in the air about him and while his eyes were trained simply on the rising form of the green, Yudueth cast a glance about and found the sky a flood of brown giants nearly all larger than himself. Likely little chance, but all the same... Who could claim anyone in this world full of Thread? Who should? It wasn't a question he desired answered, but she was his wingmate after all and even if he wanted to catch her in that moment, he would protect her in a future moment as well.
You're a sap is what you are. Tsuyat flopped back on his bed with his arms behind his head and simply closed his eyes to it all.
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Yudueth: A gentle and genuinely caring showoff that enjoys making dazzling displays, he's gone a bit off color thanks to recent events and has been looking more dull. Here's hoping for some color to come back in those wings.
Tsuyat: .....
Base points for bronze: 35pts Between 6-20 turns: +5 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Gentle: +7 points Part of Buenos Aires Wing: +5 points Total: 62
A green was rising, and in the darkness, a shadow of a creature answered her rumbling call. Wrenth's sweet laugh was clear, as she moved her dark form through the night towards the new Green that had chosen to take to the skies. Her attention was wholly on the wonderful form, for Wrenth's own nature inclined her more towards other Greens than towards any male. So you have called, so I shall chase. She crooned excitedly, moving past the males that dared to go after such a lovely hide.
Kutar was nothing short of entertained, laughing to herself. Let Wrenth chase. She would stay here.
Loss after loss had left Muerth in a bitter state. While normally she was not as much a sore loser--the flights had stung on a level that made her more angry the more she dwelled on it. It had turned her rider’s eyes on her curiously more than once, to wonder if the green might have begun to grow proddy. Yet all she could do was huff, and wait for the chance to prove herself once more.
The chance would seem to come in the form of Erinyeth.
The shadows did stretch, but it did not hide the form of the dark green, nor would she let it consume her own hide. She hid in other’s shadows enough!
I would fly to the ends of the horizon to claim you. It’s more a promise than any sort of flirtation, even as her own recent frustrations wanted to bubble over. Her eyes whirling deep purples and reds, launching from her ledge like a taut bowstring up after the deep green--and casting dark looks to the males around her.
Muerth:Prism’s Eternal Apology Dedicated and driven, she has no problem throwing herself into actual harm’s way to go after what she wants in life. Not the biggest fans of bronzes and blues, unapologetically. She may just try to sharpen her claws the old-fashioned way in them. Rey’brie: Resisting his urges and just going to be in his weyr. Don’t mind him.
Base points for green: 50pts Above 36 turns: +7 points Fit/Motivated: +10 points Between 27-35' Long: +10 points Fierce: +5 points 82
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Tiernoth’s notice had caught Zi’aso by surprise, for Erinyeth was in the air once more--and he near staggered on his way through the hallways. She was not as a chaser this time, oh no. This time she was the focal point. The desire that leaked through their bond nearly bowled the greenrider over, for he could feel Tiernoth’s desire to chase, even if barely restrained by her more ladylike disposition. Soon, he could feel his love might rise. A kettle of whipfish for another day, as he looked over his shoulder to the direction of Lezia’s weyr.
The odd bubble of anxiety was quickly returning, yet this time he would not hide against Tiernoth’s lovely shoulder. Decision made with the fortitude to follow it, he made his way towards the greenrider’s door.
If she refuted him? He’d deal with that when he got there.
Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:50 pm
Yurath
Blue =45 Age = 2 fit = 10 length = 10 fierce = 5 total = 72
Str 14 Sp 14 Dx 14 Sta 14 Sts 16
Yurath bugled his challenge to the green, in glee in exultation. He was ready to go he would fly her!
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Ah, a growing throng - and Erinyeth appraised them all silently, kneading her feet at the sky to flex her claws with consideration. Some handsome browns, a familiar bronze, some beautiful greens, and a blue she did not know - though right then it did not matter. She would dig into the meat of them all and come out knowing who she wanted.
Flicking her tail, she tucked her wings in to circle through the group for closer looks.
Rot burns, Dhumavath, and new growth comes from that. But these skies will only find an enemy in them if they come looking for a fight, she advised with no softness, the slightest traces of orange and red finding their way into her purple eyes. She would be ready if they did.
Adarith's firm assertion was answered with a snarl of Erinyeth's own - but she did not snap her jaws or make any effort to push the brown from the sky. Claim me and make sure no other may have me, then, she bid, pleased but offering no sweetness to tempt such action from him. If he wanted it, he'd show her so.
Unfortunately for Teth, he'd not caught Erinyeth's attention the last time she'd been in the sky, so what events he spoke up she knew not. He was sweet - and eager - and only one of those traits was anything she particularly liked at a time. Try to do more than that, young one. Want alone does not catch a lady.
The more familiar, if not dour, figure of Yudueth brought a low growl to the green. He brought such sadness, such lack of dedication to what she sought. She drew close enough to look him over more carefully. I have asked for what I want. You say I do not deserve it? A bold claim, young one.
To Wrenth she offered a bugle - no sweetness, no invitation, but certainly not an attempt to chase the green away. Ah, a creature cut of the same cloth as herself. Lovely, lovely. Do more than chase. Catch me!
Muerth was a familiar shape and if Erinyeth wasn't so impartial to her choices she may have offered some tenderness. Instead, there was a smug satisfaction that she had come for her. Do more than fly.
[Pach writes a response for Yurath here. Sorry, I had nothing to respond to ;( ]
With her suitors greeted, or perhaps riled up to do more than make promises, she stopped her circling and instead sent herself straight upwards. Who would follow - and who would take her bait to do anything else as what it was?
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She had a visitor.
Lezia smoothed a hand over her burned face, tracing the ridges of raised flesh idly as she considered her door. Did she dare answer it, knowing some poor fool who didn't know what they were deciding to do had come to see the one attached to the rising green?
Maybe it was better she put any such thoughts to bed. With a frown, she approached the door and opened it to see who had come. What poor simpering child had thought themselves so in need of her attentions. Who it was....was a mooning young thing she'd seen so many times before - he'd not been subtle with the faces he made, the glances he took, the attempts to woo her.
NEW STAT FOR ALL To get your HP, use your Threadfall HP which is determined by your dragon's *size*.
FLY: Roll Strength + Dexterity!
FIGHT:
- Declare your target (they must have posted a filled out post in the previous round!) and Roll 2d12. You can attack *anybody* regardless of score. Anybody - Subtract the 1st dice from the 2nd dice. This is how much damage you afflict on your target! -----> You roll a 5,8. 8 - 5 = 3 damage! -----> You roll a 8, 5. 5 - 8 = -3 (you missed!) -Your rolled score is a base of 10 + however much damage you inflict BEFORE MODIFIERS. -----> 3 Damage is 10 + 3 = 13 for your score! -----> - 3 Damage is 10 - 3 = 7 for your score! - MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS!! --> Because of the HUGE HEALTH GAP between a smaller dragon and a larger one, there are 2 modifiers! -----> If you attack a dragon LESS than 7' SMALLER than you, you take -2 from your second dice (so you do 2 less damage) -----> If you attack a dragon MORE than 7' LARGER than you, you add +2 to your second dice (so you do 2 MORE damage) -Make sure you quote your target so they know they took damage! ------> If you have questions, ask me please!
Erinyeth's words and the fire in her eyes made Adarith's desire to win flare as hot as the sun and he took her words to heart. He had already claimed her verbally and would do so physically by following the next bit of advice: make sure no other may have me. He would do just that by tearing any opposition from the sky, making them think twice about chasing the mottled green.
Red eyed and roaring his challenge, Adarith set upon the biggest 'threat' in his eyes: the lone bronze that had risen to chase shortly after he had. He was longer than the other male by a few feet, but that didn't stop him from viewing the shiny male as the top competition. In gold flights bronzes certainly held the advantage, so taking this one down a notch or two to start might help his own chances later.
Beating his powerful wings to rise up after Erinyeth, Adarith turned his movement towards the bronze, claws outstretched to rake along his side as he passed him. Ichor came away as he flew on, claws dripping the dark liquid to the ground below. Let all those who were chasing know he was ready to bleed!
None but I shall be left to catch you, he said, chasing the green into the sky, his hearts pumping with both blood and flight lust.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 8:26 pm
Yurath
Str 14 Sp 14 Dx 14 Sta 14 Sts 16
Well it was time to hit pay dirt, he would not squabble right now with others he would fly to catch the green, she was the focus here.
I am coming beautiful... Or at least he had intended to. The wind seemed to catch him with a gust specifically meant for him from the gods of the wind..maybe he had angered them at some point.
He ignored Anubia's giggles at his botched take off, he knew she supported him whole heartedly, and he knew that she knew he could catch up ..even if the wind gods were not on his side!
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 8:46 pm
Solouth
blue = 45 age = 2 fit = 10 length = 10 gentle = 7 beunos aires member = 5 total = 79
Str 15 Sp 15 Dx 15 Sta 15 Wts 19
Solouth blooded his kill and surged into the air after the green. Wasn't she just beautiful and from his wing too. "Hello my dear, fancy meeting you here." He said cheerfully. He was a wing dragon himself. Though his was a search rider they did still fly thread when the opportunity came up. It had been a while since he flew for a green but well it was time for a good stretch!
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Instantly gray wound into his eyes, popping dramatically with the yellows already there and any hint of purple that had just started to appear. He was a fool for even considering... she was a wingmate and he'd just insulted her when that hadn't been what he'd meant at all. So close was she that the growl and distaste bled into him, it was so palpable that he wrenched away from her and instantly apologized. It wasn't what he'd meant to do, it was more the words in his own heart and as it began to bubble up he realized just how worthless he was in this moment, for this flight. Erinyeth deserved some more...
Pain shot through his entire body, claws raking up his side and ichor exploding at the violently sudden attack that left his eyes completely white. It wasn't as bad as some threadscoring he'd had, but given the weight lost over the past couple of months it sent him spiraling and tilting, wings struggling to make up what he'd lost. But should he? Even as the thoughts began to surface in his mind Yudueth simply ceased to care in that moment. What was a greenflight, what sort of dragon had he been before to show off when all that his wingmate had done was show him his foolishness and the brown had shown him his place. There was no place for a bronze here, there was no place a dragon gripped in depression and certainly none for him.
Without a thought he gave in, ignoring his rider's admonishment as he fell, wings no longer beating as the ground of the Bowl rose up quickly and Tsuyat ran. Sorry.
-Out- (No seriously, sorry. XD I waffled before entering him but the others didn't make sense either. *Scrubs out bronze boi and apologizes profusely to Erinyeth*)
Her hearts beat like a war drum, aching to prove herself--for her own sake, but in Erinyeth’s eyes as well. This flight felt pivotal for her, the crux of a bad string of flights that ended in frustration and pain from her own slips. Yet as the glorious green’s eyes focused on her, even for the briefest of moments, Muerth felt utterly alive.
I will rend them all from the sky to claim you. The angry green bellows out, feeling the itch in her claws. Yet the bronze who had moped his way into the flight had been shot down already. So she focuses her sights on another--and lands on Dhumavath. With a strong beat of her wings, she swoops in close--and this time, unlike so many failed tries as of late, her claws make contact.
Now that he was here, standing at her door once again, there’s the briefest moment where he feels lost. Lezia was out of his league. He isn't blind to this fact--nor the feeling that his presence won't be wanted. Yet the itch in him wanted to try.
But as her door opened and revealed the woman herself, he can feel most of what seemed like a half-formed plan melt away into between.
“She wants t- does--” Oh Faranth, he’s stammering now. Zi’aso runs a hand over his face briefly, trying to collect himself before he has the door slammed on him--or at least can explain himself before it inevitably happens. “Does she need to chase for me to chase you?” Smooth..
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He would have argued that he came for no fight if there was nothing to burn from the sky, but participation alone was enough for some of the more...uppity chasers. Dhumavath grunted as a green raked his hide, stumbling in flight but continuing to move upward, ignoring her for the moment.
Only for rot to return again, he mourned, unbothered by Erinyeth's bluntness. It was better than pointless aggression and definitely better than, say, a certain brown's much too cheery buffoonery. A cycle once thought broken come whole again. My thoughts are dark, darker still. Moments like these should be cherished. Though doleful and soft, the brown's voice gained a current of desire. Give yourself to me, and we can forget the world for a night.
