Starlight, Star Bright...{Prith's Flight}

[shapeshifter]

Anastasia was lounging about in her weyr per usual, enjoying the freedom of the night time without practices and drills. She was normally never as lazy as to avoid any form of night drill but today, tonight she did not feel like doing a single thing. Prith on the other hand, well, Prith thought otherwise.


She arose from her sleep with a sudden rumble purring in her chest. Ana had only known her dragon to make this noise a few times in her life, those few times were rare and wide spread in time.

"Shards, Prith!" Anastasia called out as she ran towards the beast that was already rising. Prith had no will to listen to her Rider as she lept from her weyr ledge, circling down in a fury to the Feeding Grounds.

Ana could only stare at the scene before her.

She willed Prith to blood, which did not take much from the Starlight. She knew what she must do to fly high and far, away from the Weyr. She let out a roar as her hide developed a glow, her aura becoming a bit more golden with her spots that shown through glimmering amongst the blue.

Her eyes swirled an intense red, violet mixing in and out of the orbs as she let a roar rip from her chest that rang throughout Ice Stone Weyr.

[smear:162d9b]Dragons of the Weyr, I rise.[/smear:d6b55a] [smear:d6b554]For those of you worthy, take chase and fly high. I shall not be an easy one to catch![/smear:162d9b]

She spread her wings out as her maw dripped with hot fresh blood from the wherry she had just drained from the core. She hissed out and snapped her teeth together; Ana was in fear for her Starlight had never acted with such viciousness to her. Normally a flirty one, was now snapping and challenging. Ana watched as her dragon tossed her head from side to side, letting out another roar.

Prith crouched down and sprung with great force into the snow filled air, bugeling out to her suitors who would take chase. It was her time to shine, let this be known.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

The snow was drifting down, white flurries against the night sky. T’vax rolled over, arms clasped behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He felt hot, despite the actual temperature, which had sent Ribbon to curling up on his bed with him.

[smear:162d9b]Dragons of the Weyr, I rise.[/smear:d6b55a] [smear:d6b554]For those of you worthy, take chase and fly high. I shall not be an easy one to catch![/smear:162d9b]

T’vax’s eyes, which had been starting to drift closed, snapped open in the instant before he slammed his mental shields into place. Simultaneously, Slinesteth’s eyes opened, revealing already fast-whirling red/violet.

T’vax rocked back on his heels. Briefly, he grappled after his prior clarity of thought, before giving it up as hopeless and simply latching onto Slinesteth’s mind as a means of helping to ignore other inputs.

For an instant, Slinesteth’s gaze seemed focused on his rider, then he turned and jumped into the air. One thing night practice was good for, he was used to spotting Prith in the darkness. Driven by some instinct, he opened his mouth, bugling answer to the Starlight’s challenge.

“You might as well steal the rest of the bed for at least a little while, Rib,” T’vax told the sled-canine, before turning and starting down the hall towards Anastasia’s weyr.

[Shoki]

A much smaller rumble was felt under D’ziel’s hand as he stroked the soft fur of his feline. Pounce had her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her master’s fingertips run along her back. D’ziel stroked her as he looked over some papers, reading up on ISW history. He had to admit, he knew his history alright, but as a Weyrling, learning was much more about RMW. He found what he learned fascinating. It was a quiet evening, and he had to admit, he felt like he probably should be out and about, getting a little more involved. However, with his two rather nocturnal partners, spending good time with them involved consuming his evenings in things they wanted. So Pounce was on his lap. He looked up to the Moonlight, who was watching the goings on in the bowl in silence. Oh well, he did like a quiet evening, no reason to complain about that.

A roar punctuated the air and Pounce opened her eyes, looking annoyed. A sudden rush of lust ran through D’ziel and he sighed. Hocteth’s eyes had shifted instantly, catching sight of a lovely blue hide, graced with a million little points of light. He listened as he words rang through the minds of all the dragons of the weyr, and he stepped forward with care. He could hear the steps of his rider behind him, taking care of little things like Pounce being fed before having to depart. This was ignored. He was more focused on testing his wings with a stretch. D’ziel would do what needed to be done, but soon their minds would be so close that it was impossible to tell the two apart. It was inevitable. So when Prith, shining star on the stage, streaked into the sky, he could only follow. He leapt into the sky, roaring a response, calling back to say that, yes, he would come and face this challenge head on, and not back down.

D’ziel resisted briefly. However, soon enough he began to gravitate elsewhere. He felt a touch melancholy, but it was swept away soon enough. He didn’t mind, getting swept away in the flight. Into the star filled night. He was inside but he could see the snow, the brisk air swept around him, and he was moving higher. A breath of fresh air was good, but this was not exactly how he would have liked to get out this evening. He didn’t think about it much though, moving to where he was required.

It was little time at all (he had been adjusting, so finding his way around was not a problem) he found himself at a weyr and he tugged back his mind into his body, just enough. So he stopped at the door, pausing for a second. He knocked twice and remained there. No reason to do much else, he still had his manners.

[shapeshifter]

[smear:162d9b]A Moonlight, so strong and a Chrome, so bold![/smear:d6b55a] [smear:d6b554]Can you fly high enough? Will no Kings take chase for this star studded Queen as well?[/smear:162d9b] She screeched as she bolted into the clouds. The snow flurried in swirls around her body as she shot through into the clouds, she wanted to play a little game of hide and seek.

She twisted as she flew, tucking her wings in briefly to drop out of the clouds and free fall for only a second. She could be seen just below the clouds, her glowing blue and gold hide sticking out like a sore thumb. She would not blend in like a Midnight, Aurora, or a White but she would do more damage in stamina! She creeled out to let her whereabouts be known before darting in the clouds again, trying to rise above them. She never felt an ounce of coldness, ice and snow melted the instant it touched her fire hot hide.

Anastasia looked as D'ziel and T'vax came into the room. Her eyes flashed with a sultry look in them, her mind was parallel with Prith's as lust took over her body. D'ziel was a handsome man, T'vax gave off such a bad-boy vibe. She enjoyed that little thrill she always felt around him. She grinned as she walked up to D'ziel, brushing her fingers across his chest. She giggled and twirled away putting her face to T'vax's, their lips only a few centimeters apart. She smirked before twirling away from him, "Let the strongest win, a better Clutch will come of it if she lays!" She said softly, almost slyly.

[Shoki]

Hocteth pumped his wings, chasing the shooting stars across the sky. The snowflakes whipped around Prith, tumbling around in the wake of the Starlight, and then her two suitors. The Moonlight had to huff a little bit at the Starlight’s last words. Seemed like the Kings could never see a good thing when it was right in front of their faces. However, for him, anything less than his best would not do. He was becoming more and more accustomed to the snow here, and was grateful for the cool pinpricks on his wings. Especially now that Prith was quickly pushing them to follow. She fell into the clouds, causing Hocteth to bolt after. He wasn’t about to lose the chase.

He didn’t slow until he broke out of the clouds below, turning on the brakes only when he didn’t see the Starlight directly in front of him. It seems he didn’t have quite the correct angle, he scanned the area quickly, catching sight of Prith right as she called out, not wanting her chasers to be lost too long, it seemed. How very…

D’ziel flinched, coming to his senses. The Moonlight had distracted him, but now he realized he was actually in Anastasia’s weyr. The woman herself was looking at both her and T’vax, smiling in a way that would likely make one’s heart pound a little faster. She came close, her fingers drawing a line of heat across his chest. But soon she was facing T’vax, so very close to him. All too soon she twirled away from both of them, speaking soft enough that he strained his ears to catch her words. His vision seemed to shift, Hocteth pulling him back to the sky once again, but he took one last look, her red hair lingering in his vision for a moment longer. Then he was back in the sky.

Prith darted away, back into the clouds. The Moonlight felt a little unhappy at that. It was so much nicer to be able to see her, her hide glowing brighter than the night sky. It would not do to complain though, she set the rules here. The moonlight pumped after her, into the clouds again. They were refreshing, yet stifling in a way. He didn’t slow at all, trusting in his path and that on the other side he would again be chasing the Starlight. No tiptoeing around the clouds for him.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Ribbon ignored T’vax’s statement, staying tightly curled. It was warm where she was, she had no intention of moving and letting cool/cold air in. What was it to her if dragons chased each other through the sky? After all, she’d been sleeping through night-practice for quite some time now. Likewise, Ninarwa and Tyavra remained on the bed, snuggled against the canine’s warm sides, bodies partially covered by her fur.

Slinesteth chased. Not for him, the wasteful and foolish bugling. He would make as little sound as possible, for why stand out if you didn’t have to? Standing out was part of what his human excelled at; he had objected, initially, but had come to realize that having a rider who stood out was still a distraction, in a sense. Through the clouds once more, Slinesteth kept his focus on Prith, watching for the flash of yellow, of stars moving all at the same speed and in the same direction, trying to anticipate her movements, so that he would not be thrown off.

T’vax blinked, finding himself standing face-to-face with Anastasia. Rather, face-to-face with her smirk. She twirled away before he could think to react, leaving him feeling like he was dangling over an edge.

"Let the strongest win, a better Clutch will come of it if she lays!"

T’vax had to strain to catch the soft words, leaving him grappling for a moment against the additional input, before he latched onto Slinesteth’s mind once more, pursuing Prith into the clouds. Clouds weren’t that bad, although the evaporating moisture chilled the very surface of his body. He ignored the Moonlight, except for a quick glance to ascertain the position of his rival, for now.

[shapeshifter]

Prith called out with a hiss as Slinesteth got to close, darting away from the Chrome. Her eyes narrowed and her wings beat hard. She was growing weary. Her wings ached as she pressed on, her breathing more labored from the Flight taking a toll on her body.

At this point Hocteth was closer to her and she snapped her maw at the dragon, snarling and dropped her body, enfolding herself and dropping from the sky. A daring act no less, as she fell over the Weyr.

She spread her wings out, barrel rolling and soaring over the heights of Ice Stone. Pulling herself back up into the sky and caught a hard wind, shooting her away and ahead of her suitors.

She looked back for a sparing moment, Slinesteth and Hocteth seemingly hot on her trail. Her two suitors would do but who would claim her?

She shot back into the clouds, her wings flaring and her muscles rippling along with each fluid stroke.

The time was near.

She chose...

Anastasia took a deep breath as she felt her dragons mind over coming her. She knew who was to win, whom her Starlight felt would be the one to win her.

Prith crooned out, darting down from the clouds land herself in between the two males, nothing to be spoken as she extended her neck out to Slinesteth.

Anastasia found herself placing her body against T'vax's. This was something unexpected. They had spent much time together but this was a whole new level for what relationship they had. For a faint moment, she began to hope this would last as she let herself sink into her mating dragon's mind.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Slinesteth strove valiantly, adjusting his distance to the minimum that Prith would allow. Had any been close enough to watch and unaffected by the ambient emotions, they would have thought Slinesteth simply flying a pattern, or perhaps, a drill. However, beneath that calm surface, emotions surged. A storm of feeling: desire, thrill, enjoyment, competition, all were there, ranking themselves, only to have the ranking change. Abruptly, a new one entered the equation. Surprise. It didn’t last long though, replaced with a glowing triumph.

Slinesteth echoed Prith’s reach, aiming to twine his neck with hers. For a brief flash, T’vax was aware of Anastasia, of the feel of her body, then he and Slinesteth were flying once more. He neither felt nor heard another dragon.