Lilac Thunder

[inkith]

The rays of sun peeking from behind a cloud, beating down on her back, Zaeve lay on the bank of the lake. She had gone for a swim earlier in the day, and the rising sun had quickly dried her glistening body. But clouds had blown over from the west, and now if she didn’t hurry, the Lilac Rider would be as drenched as she was when she emerged from the lake earlier.
The Rider looked towards the sky and across the fields, searching for her dragon.

”Grif? Where are you?”

As she asked, the Lilac dragon burst from under some cloud cover, eyes swirling a deep reddish-purple, her wings beating, swirling the clouds around her, droplets of moisture attaching itself to her wings.

”Oh… There you are. Well, I guess we should call the boys then” Zaeve sent a wink in her dragons direction. She knew where this was going. She knew what was happening. And she was ready, Griffith was hers as she was Griffiths whatever decision she made would be the right one. Zaevethyr wasn’t really worried.

Males of MoonLit! Come and test your skills and we’ll see whether any of you are worthy of me! Lilac Griffith!

“Diomede, Ardente! Come on. We’re going back to the Weyr!” Zaeve broke into a light jog and a grin as Griffith launched herself into the air onto a large buck grazing in the feeding pens. She felt the lust coursing through her veins, travelling through her mental link with her dragon in waves. A crash of thunder sounded over head and the rain came pouring down, within seconds drenching Zaeve to the bone, only slightly quenching the fire in her blood.

“Oh boy…”

[wildfire]

NPC Bronze Vordirith and K'var

The upcoming storm wasn't what had Vordirith on edge. The near golden bronze had been edgy all day and K'var knew what that meant. He'd been a rider long enough so he wasn't bothered exactly. He just didn't know what was taking this particular dragoness so long. Suddenly as a rumble of thunder sounded the dark haired young man's head snapped up as a wave of lush crashed through him.

I go. I will take your tests fair Griffith and we will see if I am worthy. the bronze roared as he took off from his weyr ledge. He winged his way to the feeding pens as K'var went to find Griffith's rider. Vordirith landed and quickly blooded a pair of bucks.

[ fail but chaser yay~ ]

[Raelyn]

J'EMMAY OF SAND UGRAYTH

J'emmay was usually quite observant. But somehow, today she hadn't noticed Griffith's glow or even the oncoming storm. She was sitting the Weyrbowl, reading a book, whilst Ugrayth paced around the Sands forlornly. Maybe that's why J'em didn't take note of the matinglust, because it was dampered by sadness. Suddenly the storm was overhead and thunder boomed while lightening flashed across the darkening sky. Rain drops fell on her book and the young woman stared at the wet spots crossly for a few seconds before she noticed something. Something she'd felt several times before, but not really on this scale.

She knew it, as Ugrayth did, that Lilac Griffith was Rising, even before they heard the words.

A fair beauty Rises, mine! I wil Chase. The sand called to his rider, who nodded, placing the book under cover of a boulder before turning and running back inside. The sand dragon took off from the Sands and winged his way out of the cavern, towards the feeding pens. Roaring, his eyes whirling purple hues, the Sand dropped straight down onto a herdbeat. It's cry was cut short as Ugrayth blooded it, leaping from there to a second beast. He prefered the terran cow-beasts anyway.

I will chase you, Griffith! Sand Ugrayth will prove my worth to you! He called, snorting challenge to the bronze nearby.

J'emmay ran towards Zaevethyr's weyr.

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AN'IN AND BRONZE BANTAMATH

"Bad weather. Bad day. Bad everything. Except you, Bantamath." An'in grumbled, in a very foul mood. Well, lately, when was he not in a bad mood? The small Bronze snorted and nuzzled his rider. They'd left a meetin with Raelyn, the Weyrwoman, and An'in could tell she suspected him of recent events. Though if after all this time they didn't have any proof, why should they keep asking him about it?! He shook his head roughly and they ontinued wlaking out into the Weyrbowl. And of course, it started raining. Bantamath obviously was interested in something else, now, and An'in was pretty sure he knew what it was. The Lilac queen, Griffith, had been showing signs lately of Rising. Why the shards she picked today, the grouchy young man groused, he didn't know.

Females. Bantamath nudged his rider silently in the direction of the weyrs. Oh yes so he had ot go back the way he'd just come. excellent. What a waste of sharding time... but then again, if Bantamath won, he'd have the pelasure of what happened after flights...

If? Don't you mean When, mine? the bronze said, taking off from the ground nad flapping his wings in the direction of the feeding pens.

"Yeah yeah, go on, blood some kills and catch that Lilac, Banatamath." An'in said, a smile flitting onto his face for asplit second. It faded quickly as he was drenched by the rain and almost flattened by the thunder. Metaphorically, that last bit.

He turned and heade towards Zaeve's weyr as well, whilst his small Bronze dragon started blooding some kills.

Be prepared for one very antagonistic, grouchy, secretly nice, sharding jerk named An'in.

[inkith]

Griffith landed neatly on a buck, her powerful wings pumping through the rain. Her sharp fangs ripped through the soft throat.

"BLOOD ONLY GRIFFITH" Zaevethyr couldn't tell whether she was speaking out loud, her mind was focussed soley on her strong-willed dragoness. Griffith's eyes snapped up, trying to refuse her rider, the soft flesh was so tempting.

"If you gorge, you will not fly high and not clutch enough eggs. You will be a fat lazy dragoness." Zaeve knew it wasn't entirely true, just eating one buck wasn't going to make her fat and lazy, but if she didn't blood her kill, then she knew her dragon wouldn't fly very high. Whether wholly true or not, it did the trick, and Griffith's head lowered reluctantly to the buck, sucking the blood from its throat.

Zaeve took a deep breath, allowing herself to take in the air she didn't know she was holding onto. She looked up as K'var entered, followed by J'emmay and then An'in. T'stann had been away the last couple of days on a scouting mission, and Zaeve knew that he and Nerenith wouldn't be back in time to catch Griffith. She sent a weak smile at the other dragonriders as she came to that conclusion.

"Hello, K'var, J'emmay, An'in."

Griffith would have to choose a different mate.

Hmmm... Vordirith. We shall see.

And a sand, quite courageous, lets see whether you can handle me.

And Bantamath, you're a small bronze aren't you? Are you sure you can handle me?

And with that final, scathing reply, she leapt into the air, and flew straight into a dark menacing cloud.

Show me what you've got. Make sure the thunder doesn't put you off.

"You know. I think the whole situation suits her character. If these boys can handle a raging thunderstorm they might be able to handle Griffith's mood swings."

[wildfire]

Yes we shall, fair Griffith. Vordirith answered his talons flexing as he waited for the Lilac goddess in front of him to take off. When she did he was a wingbeat behind her with a savage growl. She was HIS. Storms do not scare me, my beautiful. he purred as he followed her. No indeed they did not and Vordirith was going to prove that he was worthy of her.

"Hello yourself, beautiful." K'var answered Zaeve with a cheeky grin dancing on his lips. Yes the Lilac rider was indeed beautiful but he knew he was only only allowed to look and not touch unless she gave him permission to. Shards but it was hard with the flightlust hammering at him already. It had always been hard to resist but in a queenflight it was that much harder. He laughed at her comment a rich masculine sound of amusement. "Indeed I have to agree with you. Griffith seems to be as fierce as the storm. If they can handle that surely they can keep up." he agreed amusement clear in his tone.

[Raelyn]

J'emmay smiled at Zaevethyr, a quiet person by nature. She came closer and dipped her head lightly to the Lilacrider.

"Hello, Zaeve. This shall defiantely be interesting. Ugrayth's not afraid of some thunder and lightning, that's for sure." J'emmay didn't recognize the two bronzeriders, but since she was in Beta wing, not Alpha, it was understandable.

Corageous? Perhaps. But thunder and lightning just make the flames in my ichor burn more. Ugrayth said, tilting his head as he blooded a kill. He had his eye on Griffith and pushed off a split second after her, a wingbeat behind the larger bronze.

"Wingbeats like thunder..." She mumbled.

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A'nin liked Female flights, yes. Especially Queen flights. But he was just waiting for Zaeve ot recognize him from the discussions surrounding Raiin's death. He pushed the niggling worry that his current unpopularity with certain Queenriders (not just Zaeve, he was sure) would affect the outcome of the Flight for Bantamath aside and walked over, bowing his head to Zaevethyr.

"Hello, Zaevethyr." He said politely to her, conscious that the three of them were kinda in a circle about Zaeve. He stepped away a little, looking out at the dark, cloudy sky. A flash of lightning passed and the bronzerider blinked to clear his vision. He was still grumpy, in a foul mood, and it was worse because he couldn't think of anything 'safe' to say to her. Normally, he'd be quite antagonistic, butting heads on purpose. But he wanted Bantamath to win - the Bronze was barely bigger than that girl's Sand, and Bantamath would have to work twice as hard to keep up with the larger bronze.

"A Sand? You think it's worth even trying?" He rounded on J'emmay instead of Zaevethyr.


I can handle the storm and I can handle anything you throw my way, dazzling Griffith! Bantamath said proudly, taking off and pumping his wings hard, letting out a roar of challenge to the bronze and sand.

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J'emmay turned to look at An'in, anger on her face.

"Ugrayth is just as large as your Bantamath. I think he's more than up to the challenge."

[inkith]

Griffith's wings beat through the clouds, the masses of dark grey swirling roughly around the dragons. Lightning flashed, and Griffith's entire body lit up in the sky, a purple blur in the clouds around her, glistening with water droplets.

She looked behind her at the males following. Two bronzes and one sand. A reasonably good turn out.

Lets see what you've got.

Griffith spun into a vertical corkscrew dive, spinning rapidly, clouds breaking up as she burst through them. Before she reached the ground however, she pulled up sharply flying back up and into the cloud cover, twisting her neck to watch how her chasers had dealt with her flying tactics.

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Zaeve's eyes twinkled at K'var's response. His rich bass voice doing wonders to her body when mixed with her flightlust. She shook her head slightly and turned her head towards A'nin.

Zaevethyr knew who A'nin was. Many discussion had been brought up about his supposed involvement in Raiin's death. There was no real evidence to be found, at least, so far. So Zaeve wasn't going to let those discussions influence her feelings toward A'nin or Bantamath in this flight. She could deal with all of this if any new developments appeared.

Still, she wasn't going to let him abuse J'emmay.
"Hey! Guys calm down. A'nin don't be rude, you have no idea what Ugrayth is capable of. J'emmay it's ok. Both of your dragons have a fighting chance here." She glared at A'nin, daring him to contradict her.

[wildfire]

Such a lovely challenge it will be. Vordirith let out a rumbling growl as Griffith issued her challenge to her chasers. Diving after the Lilac goddess, he simply plummeted, letting his body weight drag him down. He snapped out his wings just in time, following Griffith back up. Such a gorgeous sight she was too. Full of power and grace and majesty.

Meanwhile K'var sighed at the tiff that A'nin and J'emmay had gotten into. Such a fool that bronzerider was. He glanced over to the man giving him hard eyes. "Don't you know that every male has a fair chance, you dolt? Its not up to us, its up to Griffith. Now why don't you show the ladies some respect hmm? They might just surprise you." he commented, those cold eyes and half smirk never leaving A'nin. Purposefully baiting him?

Just maybe.

He needed to be set straight though, and K'var wasn't about to have the bronzerider showing disrespect to Zaeve or her chasers.

[Raelyn]

Bantamath watched her through pruple eyes, mouth half-open and the smaller Bronze pumped his wings to follow her through the clouds and lightning, blinking away the water that fell around them.

He followed as best he could her dive, angling his wings and driving himself after her, dodging a flash of lightning that apeared in the space Griffith had been a moment before. The spark of electricity that lit up the sky and resounded with a boom of thund faded away almost immediately, so it wouldn't impede any of the other dragons, probably.

I'll rise to the occasion Oh - a pun! ;3

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An'in backed off from J'emmay sheepishly, still in a bad mood, but he knew he'd probably crossed the line.

"I apologize, J'emmay. I'm taking my bad day out on you, I didn't mean what I said. "

J'emmay looked at him, tilted her head to the side, and nodded, her gaze still mroe of a glare than anything else, but gentler.
"Fine. This isn't the place for this anyway." He nodded mutely, and then dipped his head to Zaevethyr.

"I realize I came across as rude." not that in the past Browns - which applies to sands - were discouraged from trying to chase queens because of size and stamina. And because there're less eggs afterwards, but whatever. the times have changed and I guess I'll have to deal with it. For now, at least. He thought to Bantamath.


J'emmay rolled her eyes at the Broznerider and then a faraway look was in her eyes as she focused on the Flight.

Ugrayth bugled and tore after the Queen, rolling his wing-shoulders and letting the air give him lift before turning the glide into a tight downward spiral, through the cloudbank at high speed. He raced after Griffith, eyes on the prize.

An'in wouldn't let the other bronzerider provoke him, and simply nodded.
"Of course." He said, neutrally.

[inkith]

((Ok, one or two more posts from everyone then I'll wrap this up))

Griffith looked behind her, all the males were still on her trail. The bronze Vordirith seemed the most graceful to her, the largest of the males, his Bronze scales shining in the flashes of lightning. Bantamath was also a bronze however. Maybe not the largest, but he was keeping up and she loved his enthusiam. Finally, there was Ugrayth, the sand. The Lilac queen wasn't about to discriminate just because he was a sand, he was keeping up just like all the others. Griffith knew she was have to fly harder to test their strengths to make a proper choice. None of them were getting close to her. Keeping their distance.

Are they afraid? I mean, they should be, but they don't have to stay away as if I smell. She was sort of disgrunted at the realisation that none of them were brave enough to try and make a bolder move...

Flying higher and higher, Griffith could feel the air thinning because she was so high up in the atmosphere. It was getting colder and colder, but the queen couldn't feel it, with the lust running through her, warming her from snout to tail.

She snapped her wings together, free-falling straight towards the males.

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Zaevethyr heard Griffith's thoughts and laughed out loud. As she did so, she cast her eyes over the riders in the room with her.

They had all calmed down somewhat, but she could feel the tension still hanging in the air.

She staggered as a wave of lust hit her, and reached to grab onto something...

[wildfire]

When Griffith changed course to free-fall straight toward her chasers, Vordirith made a split second decision. He banked hard, angling his body so it was in the best position to be able to catch the Lilac Goddess. Wings and muscles strained with the effort of his sharp, fast turning.

K'var simply nodded as the other bronzerider seemed to back down turning his attention back to Zaeve a bit of a smile on his face. That expression turned into a frown as the Queenrider staggered. The bronzerider immediately reached out to steady her despite the etiquette that had been drilled into him about Flights. He couldn't very well let her fall could he? He would grip her elbow in a firm but gentle grip until she was steady on her feet again.

"Careful now." he gave her a cheeky grin, though a touch of concern was in his expression.

[inkith]

K'var's face came sharply into focus, Zaevethyr's range of sight narrowing to a 2 feet space around her and the bronze rider in front of her. The Queen Rider cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um thanks." She staggered again slightly and wrapped her arms around K'var's neck just as Griffith wrapped her wings around Vordirith.

You. I choose you Vordirith.

"I guess you can dispense with all the flight courtises now, K'var." She grinned shyly up at him.

((Congrats Vordirith and K'var. And thankyou for the gallant efforts of Ugrayth and Bantamath!!))