Threadfall MUSH Characters

November 9, 2002
Flight continued.

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Arisvath> Bedarath is reaching, reaching, reaching towards the queen.. he's almost ready.. almost ready... and the moment is almost there to try and- what? /WHAT/ is this? The bronze lets out a roar in response to Orinth.. deafening to human ears, still pretty darned loud to dragon ears. You're in his /way/. Bederath shoves back at him. Oh try /that/ tactic, will you. Well, Bedarath has claws, and he's not afraid to use them. A
+nd cutting in under him, he delivers a slash at the dragon's side. Another roar and a hiss of defiance. He turns to go after the queen once more. Won't stop /him/ from getting his prize.. not /this/ bronze. Wince. Even if he is sore..

Arianna doesn't approach the thick of things, sticking to the edges, watching through narrowed eyes. "Can't you people keep your hands to yourselves?" She mutters lowly, harshly. Her fists are clenched, but she's making no move to join in, or actually use them. Glaring seems to do her just fine.

Arisvath> Niaryth suddenly screeches, as if a pain hit her. The gold falters, her leg flailing as she shakes off whatever momentary pain just took her. But that moment cost her precious time as her wings try to regain her balance and flight in the skys.

Arisvath> Arayuth arches upwards, leaping into a thermal to carry him higher above the flight for a moment before he speeds forwards -- his goal, the ocean and the queen. Bronze wingsails snap upwards, backwinging in midair as Arayuth drops into a rapid descent, aiming for the head off the pack. Then, his wings snap out, and he lunges forwards again, slashing and clawing at several bronzes as he moves through the air. Shard it -- he's going to reach that queen even if it means tearing into a few wingsails to do it.

T'lon straightens up as Y'lan pulls on his shirt, his foot sweeping the man's feet out from under him in an accidental move as he regains his balance, a hint of real laughter coming from his throat as he looks at Serri, "Keep that up my sweet and I might have to carry you off more often." he says before winking at her.

P'rin hisses as his foot connects with the person he's trying to protect, trying to get his body between her's and the interlopers.

Arisvath> Orinth squeals in pain and fury, and slashes back, not very effectively -- his main goal, after all, is not to injure, but to block. And he hits upon the way to do it, using his wings to foul Bederath's and disrupt his flight, just as he would if the big dragon were a green. Not that Orinth has ever caught a green. But maybe this will make for good practice, for the future?

Arisvath> Psuesath roars at Arayuth as the bronze clashes with him. He's not going to take that from a Fort Bronze and he snarls, charging forth to snap at well Zendiakath's tail /looks/ like Arayuth's.

Arisvath> Arisvath reaches upwards towards Niaryth, as she falters, though he's not quite close enough to get a grasp at her. Instead, he pushes onwards, lunging above, nearly in line with Arayuth, though his own height is less than that bronzes. Never mind anything but what must be done: save the queen from the wiles of Fortian evil.

M'gus snarls, stepping towards L'deran. He doesn't know whose dragons was whoms and so he snarls, "Keep your bronze under control" to the older bronzerider from Fort.

Y'lan yelps in pain as L'deran's fist connects with his side. He's off-balance enough that it's easy for him to be knocked to the ground, and he goes down with a thud, curling up with an arm to his injured ribs and groaning.

Arisvath> Naimoth follows from above, wings beating steadily in the air as he waits, before making a dive downwards, getting closer to both the other chasers and Niaryth, ready to pounce if he can just get close enough.

L'deran suddenly howls. Yes, he's absolutely howling. And nobody even did anything to him. He's bending over where he'd reached down to punch Y'lan yet again.. and he's howling. His eyes open in the red haze of fury, staring at M'gus, who happens to be the first one he sees. "Tell that to your precious Istans. One of yours nearly knocked me out of the sky. I'll play as dirty as you people," L'deran snarls and stalks around M'gus, obviously limping. Ow.

"YEOWCH!" Serriena's face grimaces, her hand going to her hip as P'rin's kick landed and then deflected. "Shard it, if you don't stop fighting I'll kick you all out and choose someone else tonight!" Her face is a mask of fury for all the riders, much as Niaryth is now angry at faltering so.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Niaryth with << Upwards, Niaryth. Reach for me, and we will end this! >> The bronze's promise is heart-felt and rich-- he will not forsake her, nor will he let her be lost into this conspiracy. << Reach! >>

Arisvath> Basliath rumbles lowly, ignoring the clashes around him-- like his rider far below, he's not one to get in a fight. Instead he continues after Niaryth: his one true goal. The others matter not. Fatigue has begun to take it's toll on the brown however, and though his wingbeats are as strong and steady as ever, they don't whisk through the air quite as quickly, as he falls just behind Zendiakath.

Arisvath> Zendiakath whips his tail out of reach, darting forward as Niaryth falters, closing closer on the gold as she loses some of her momentum. He doesn't seem at all distracted from everything that's happening, but still managing to remain uninjured as he sweeps closer, agility standing him in good stead in the mob of bronze and brown that tries to get at the sweet golden form.

P'rins' expression is contrite as he looks at Serriena, "I'm sorry, my queen." He trembles, looking as unhappy as someone so full of anger just a moment before can, before turning back and glaring at the fortians.

Arisvath> Bedarath howls, a howl remarkably like the sound that his rider is making below. He did have a goal. The glowing, beautiful gold above. But.. so far above now. So far, far above. So far away. But there's a nearer goal. One that, if he were human, would make this dragon's eyes see red. He twists and turns as Orinth's wings come to tangle with his, squealing and howling. He is definitely /not/ a green. And so definitely /does/ get free. EVentually. Turning around, he uses a wing to smack at Orinth's face. One, and then the other. Ow! Oh, slash back at him, will he? Well, two can play at that. And he slashes.. but he's failing. Tiring. He can't keep this up much longer.. only his fury drives him now..

Arisvath> A flash of bronze hide is seen as Wheoth stealthily surges forward. He can be patient. As a matter of fact, he /will/ be patient. This tact has mostly worked with ladies in the past, and hopefully Niaryth won't be the exception to this. Veering away from most of the pack, the Fort bronze keeps his eyes trained on the glowing gold, bumping into another male as he does so. A growl from the dragon of contact is what he receives, but this he chooses to ignore.

N'ago smirks, pushing off the wall to loom over R'hyn, smirking quite a bit. He looks down his nose at the smaller man; his expression one of disdain, and when his reply comes it might imply that the other bronzerider is lower than a tunnelsnake. "Care to test me on that," he retorts, glancing challengingly towards Hana as well. "Try me, you won't like the results." But he falls silent at Serriena's words, anger smoldering in his eyes.

R'hyn, too, falls silent at what Serriena says, and though his gaze smoulders at N'ago's challenge, he takes several steps back. Deep breaths; "Arisvath," he hisses, beneath his breath. "Fardles!"

Poor, poor Nimoth. So close, yet so far away. Longer, desperate strokes of his wings bring him closer and closer to Niaryth, but another potential suitor cuts in front of him, throwing him back a dragonlength or two. No, no, no! The brown roars angrily, beating his wings harder now to try and regain the former position. This isn't over yet.

T'lon doesn't say a word, his cheek is marked with a handprint, which he actually reaches up to seemingly caress, a low... well... purr... coming from his throat as he stares at Serriena.

Arisvath> As the rest of them fight, Niaryth's wings take her higher. Several browns including Inkynath and some of the small Istan bronzes drop off, not taking her challenge to fly further. Her gaze swings to see Arayuth, Arisvath and Zendiakath, for they have not been fighting but have been doing what they are supposed to do, pay attention to her and fight for her.

L'deran alternates between hissing and snarling, collapsing in a chair as his bronze.. well.. the only thing to call it would be feline-fights in the air. "You /fool, Bedarath!" L'deran hisses, smacking at his chair arm. Ow. He rubs his arm belatedly.. he can almost see the injuries on the dragon.. and he certainly can feel them. Double ow. Across the room, he can see Y'lan on the floor. He mutters a vicious curse, but what can he do? "Come down, Bedarath. Now." His fellow Fortians will have to carry this on for him..

Arisvath> Orinth somehow manages to tear himself free. He took a claw to the belly, a wing to the face, not to mention the bruising collision of the two bronzes. Locked in struggle, the two bronzes have been getting further and further behind, passed by most of the others. Orinth attempts a burst of speed that will allow him to catch up, but, injured and exhausted, he fails to summon enough. Despite his efforts, he drops further behind. With an angry hiss and an extra slash at Bedarath that misses, he folds his wings to glide slowly toward the ground.

Serriena makes a sound of disgust. She freezes, eyeing the ones who Niaryth eyes, from below. First she stares at N'ago, shuddering at the anger there. She looks to T'lon and shivers, touching her lips where the creep kissed her. She looks to R'hyn, pleadingly. Something has to be done. Then she's back with Niaryth, looking at the big evening sky as the stars start to appear.

Y'lan groans again, a sound laced with utter despair as well as pain, and covers his face with his arms, still curled up on the floor. "Orinth," he rasps, his voice all but gone. "Orinth!"

R'hyn's gaze towards Serriena is desperate and watchful -- he then shuts his eyes again, as tight as he can, leaning back against the wall. "Arisvath!"

Arisvath> Bedarath hisses in frustration, even as Orinth lands. He looks upwards. But the bronzes and the gold are no longer within his reach. He cannot do it. Even his determined bronze is daunted. Lesson learned. And so the bronze, sending one last trumpet towards the sky of frustrated desire, floats towards the ground, towards the ground on the opposite side of the bowl. His dance is done.

Arisvath> Bedarath has left.

Arisvath> Zendiakath arcs higher, body surging forward moving up after the gold, leaving the pack behind as she goes higher, adding even more speed as he finally puts all his power behind his wings, closing in on the gold as she looks back, lavander and red shimmer within his eyes as they remained locked on her glowing form, rapindly whirling as he catches the moment she gazes at him, a matching purr similar to his rider's echoing in his throat as he starts to close in for the final moments of the flight.

Arisvath> Naimoth hasn't been fighting, he's been too high up to get into one until now. He doesn't look at anything but his goal, the perfect creature that is his queen, and right now, he intends to make her his queen in truth. He is young, he is strong, and he is ernest, which much be better then experience, right?

Arisvath> Orinth wings down toward the northern bowl.

Arisvath> Orinth has left.

Arisvath> If there's one thing that best could describe Arayuth it would be single-minded determination. And bearing in mind his rider's orders -- 'Win at any cost' -- the Fortian bronze has no desire to let Arisvath foul those plans he has in mind. His wings spread, furled out to their full length as he sweeps forward, driving himself to his fullest to edge forward ahead of the Istan bronze. His tail lashes, sweeping towards the other dragon in an attempt to befoul Arisvath's vision even as the Fortian bronze kicks out with a hind leg in the same instant. And yet, with his attention ahead of him, and not aft -- Arayuth has no idea if his attempts at foul play will succeed.

L'deran takes one last look around. He can't watch this. His body is shaking with repressed desire. Time to seek the age old remedy. And fast. Like, /now/.

L'deran has left.

Arisvath> Arisvath ducks beneath the queen, reaching upwards towards her from below -- out of the way of the other dragons, close enough to get near her, should she deign to let him reach for her. Upwards he goes, wings spread out, croon enticing -- nearly desperate. Don't leave him in silence, with no words at all. Arayuth is single-minded? So is Arisvath. But this queen he /knows/, and cares for, and that is incentive to reach higher, faster, stronger, as he must.

Y'lan grimaces in pain as he slowly pushes himself to his hands and knees, then climbs unsteadily to his feet. "Orinth," he whispers again, and groans, pressing his hand to his side as he staggers wobbly-kneed out of the weyr.

Y'lan has left.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's mindtouch edges upon desperate. Oh -- he /craves/, and he /needs/, and he reaches, but is it enough? Come, Niaryth, come and be his.

Arisvath> The flight goes on and so does Wheoth his every wingbeat closing the distance between him and Niaryth, she will be his in the end, or so he believes, not willing to give up before the flight is done. Weill he do it? It's hard to say as he is behind but he follows her every move, wasting precious energy to echo every single turn and arc as if that will win her into his wings. Never realising the way to woo her he will follow with careful planning. This will be an experience for him. Still one must give him credit for chasing with all his hear, with every beat and sweep of his wings he tries to pull forward and ahead of the rest of the pack.

N'ago casts a quick glance towards the Istan bronzerider, smirking slightly. "That's the way," he mutters under his breath. "Any means necessary."

Arisvath> Niaryth is growing weary, her wings have been carrying her far and those who have remained hold a right to try and claim her now. She drops back, staying ahead and in front of those who have chased her. Now she is ready, her golden body taunting and tempting for them to grab and claim her as their own.

Arisvath> Arisvath is beneath, and upwards he climbs, reaching with wings and tails and limbs -- whatever he can. If he's lucky, he'll be able to push into her, and twine, gathering her out of the way before grasping her more properly. If he's lucky. His talons are ready -- if he must, he will fight to take his prize, for she must be his, and no other's.

Arisvath> Naimoth senses that this is his chance. This is his chance to get one of the golden beauties that taunt and tease him. Another dive, this time with his tail extended, wings furling to grant him more speed as he goes for his star, his prize.

"Orinth," Serriena spares a glance for Y'lan as he leaves, feeling sadness for him, though she only spares it a moment. He is after all a bond to her dragon's offspring. And Orinth took it pretty badly. "No, keep flying.. don't don't.. not him not him." She repeats, knowing Niaryth is slowing down.

Arisvath> Zendiakath reaches for the shimmering gold, timing it as the two larger bronzes seem to strike out he just purrs again, coming in from the opposite side that Arayuth strikes out on, seeking perhaps to surround the smaller queen, to encircle her neck with his and twine tails with her as the larger two try to fight into the very end. His wings are beating hard and he darts in, writhing as close as he can to the golden queen.

Arisvath> Basliath has fallen, well, pretty far behind at this point, but he persists on, nevertheless, winter touched wings pulling him forward, though the majority of the pack moves faster. With a last burst of energy, held in some deep reserve, he lunges forward, tail, talons and wings outstreached, reaching for any bare, unlikely chance.

Arisvath> Arayuth snarls now, a warning growl to his rivals -- a threat almost in the tone of the sound as he sweeps upwards, angling himself to come up under the golden queen and then perhaps over her, seeking to move into the perfect striking position from whence he could ensnare her tail with his own, and twine his neck about hers and mingle his wings with hers.

T'lon narrows his eyes and he moves towards Serriena as his bronze closes with her, his body slipping soundlessly across the floor.

R'hyn struggles to stand straight, advancing on Serriena as Arisvath advances on Niaryth. Breath - ah, yes, that's a good thing to remember how to do.

Arisvath> Basliath, is just too far behind to reach Niaryth. Naimoth is close, but Niaryth veers from him. He lacks the experience she requires. Aitonth is ducked, Psuesath hissed at. When Zendiakath lunges, he will find out why the smallest gold at Ista can outclass the small bronze. She turns back, flying over him in a roll and leaving him with a talon marking him with her claws. A trophy for him to take back to his true queen. And then there is the one. The male who would present her a dangerous threat. She perhaps would have chosen him as a mate, had he not threatened one of the things she truly adores. She drops her wings, dropping past Arayuth as he attempts to climb above her, not letting him alone as she snatches her hindclaws on a back foreleg for daring to hurt her precious mate. And once past Arayuth, she flies directly into Arisvath, letting his wings snare hers, choosing him ultimately for her mate, making him the senior bronze, and his rider Weyrleader.

P'rin was just turning towards Serriena, when he suddenly turns and runs from the room, body trembling as he goes looking for comfort after loosing the flight, failing to catch the glittering prize.

T'lon snarls softly and he smiles, "This isn't over between us goldrider, not by a long shot." he says softly before turning to head for the bowl and his dragon..Again no real emotion can be guessed at from the self contained man.

Arisvath> Arisvath reaches, grasping for Niaryth, and then, twining his neck and tail about her, gathering her within his embrace so that they fall together -- safe.

Arisvath> Naimoth wings his way over to the northern sky.

Serriena is not as tall as T'lon, he is in fact very tall. She pushes at him, trying to get to R'hyn, as Niaryth went to Arisvath. "Go back to Fort. Tell Priane she failed." She comes back to herself and her tone is full of harshness as she tells T'lon that.

Arianna turns on heel, the moment things are over, and leaves the room with quick paced steps.

P'rin has left.

Arianna has left.

R'hyn's eyes go wide - for a moment, horror, and then nothing but lust - as he reaches forward for Serriena, heedless of any and all others within the weyr. "Never Fort. Ista's-- own," he breathes.

Arisvath> Arayuth screeches in pain, snarling angrily as he drops rapidly groundwards. Oh, he's not a happy bronzie now.

Arisvath> Basliath has left.

Arisvath> Zendiakath gives a hiss as the Talon rakes his chest, marking him, but the rumble he gives is not anger, more likely to be similar sentiment that his rider gives before he heads for the bowl.

Arisvath> Zendiakath wings down to a landing near the ground weyrs.

T'lon has left.

Anger smolders in N'ago's deep blue eyes, his fists clenched against the shared pain. "Arayuth ... no." he growls out, shooting a look at the Istan riders before he too bolts out in haste to reach his dragon.

N'ago has left.

Arisvath> Arayuth has left.

Serriena reaches for R'hyn, her eyes relaxing as the Fort riders leave and they are left alone. "Are you ready for this?" Her voice is gentle, no harshness in it. Her ready, isn't so much about the night they will have, but what months come after... being Weyrleader.

R'hyn's breathing is perhaps as irregular as it ever was, as he wraps Serriena within his arms, and, hardly able to get the words out, admits, "As I'll ever be."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth wraps herself to you, adoring your embrace, your warmth and comfort. She seeks to reassure you <>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's satisfaction - not with himself, but with the union as a whole - plays through his thoughts like a flame in the wind, rippling and dapply. << I am glad. >>

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