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 Blood Rising, SP:18 Cyanide's Flight
Zane
 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 08:47 PM
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{ Morrigan enjoys conversation, so feel free to throw your peoples in! She's really close to Cyanide and Aconite, so she's not likely to sit by for anything involving the pair of them. <3

Inspired by: City Of Angels }

Twilight had struck Dalibor, setting the sky aflame. The young smuggler was at her desk, bent over a scrap of hide. A curtain of dark hair concealed the side of her face whilst she poised her quill in the air. The woman's other hand had found its way into her hair, tangled in fierce locks. She was due to send a letter Ruane's way, not that much had been happening as of late. Last season she'd turned twenty; a rather uneventful occurrence that she'd allowed to slip by without mention. The passage of time was never something that had particularly bothered her. It was natural, and didn't require anyone's permission. Next season, her child would be turning five. It would be another five turns before the girl became a candidate herself. Morrigan hoped that Morgrim's career as such would be far shorter than her own. The small girl was ever curious, and learning quickly. Morrigan resented time for one thing, and one thing only, and that thing was her daughter.

Emerald green eyes rose from penned words, a fierceness tearing at the smugglers soul. Aconite met the young woman's gaze, eyes whirling a rapid blood red. Before long, there were ripples of purple as the burgundy leapt from the desk and disappeared /between/. The tall candidate stared off at the entranceway to her room, eyes narrowing as she put the pieces together. Aconite had never chased before, so that could only mean... And then she felt it again, a chilling tug at her soul. The red flit wished to share it all with her, and Morrigan made the snap decision to answer Cyanide's call.

Images of the sky, and the world below, flashed into the dragon candidates mind. There was a sensuality then--a painstaking lust--that assaulted her. Rather than feel any sense of alarm, Morrigan was fascinated. Grabbing her leather jacket off of the back of her chair, the woman was quick to find her way out into the weyr bowl. A gravitational pull drew her gaze skyward. There was a flash of red in the clouds, followed by a deep burgundy. The marks of lightning that spread over the red flits hide was unmistakable, and as the images continued to flood her mind, Morrigan could only stare wordlessly.

Cyanide shot through the sky, calling out to all of the Weyr's males to pursue her. She would welcome wilds all the more, given their unpredictable, impulsive, natures. They were more like her than the controlled creatures bonded to the people of the Weyr. Yearning for their presence, so that she could be the one to control them for a night, the red ripped through the sky at full-speed. She would not tire before them. This was her moment. She would decimate any who denied her the rightful title of "supreme queen."

The red thirsted for blood, and even her primal desires were shared over her bond with Hers. A rush of adrenaline made the taller woman feel as if near anything was possible--right here, right now. Everything could be theirs, through sheer force of will. It was a wild dream, made perfect by a wild girl and her demon red. Aconite was but a follower in the moments that spanned between Morrigan and his queen. He would have followed either one of them to the ends of the earth.
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Carissa never really approved of Haverno’s choices in potential mates, especially since some of the female firelizards around the Weyr could be quite violent especially the higher ranked ones with a few notable exceptions. That hadn’t stopped with Bronze before, and most definitely now seeing what he was about to do wasn’t something that Carissa would agree with though he wasn’t about to come back injured enough for scars to form afterwards. Haverno always hoped for a more civilized flight, without the female going after the the males or fighting within the males chasing her, though that only went so far as fighting and force catching pretty much anything else was fair game.

The Red that was the center of attention for this flight wasn’t that hard to find at least even with the colours of the setting Rukbat making less of a contrast than it would’ve otherwise. That wasn’t something to bring up with Cyanide of course, unless it was something that she enjoyed but it was too early in the flight to figure out what she like and what she would take offense to. Haverno wasn’t about to refer to her as a ‘supreme Queen’ outside of the flight, there were a few females that were more consistently in his life that earned that title in his eyes, but he was willing to call her that for the duration of the flight.


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Poe had little qualms with the twilight call, nor did Solstice as they were used to long nights aloft thanks to theirs’ nocturnal schedule. It was rare for the dark blue male to chase but tonight he felt turns younger than he truly was and the notion he might be the one to curl his tail with the red’s was too good to pass by. There would be others, surely, but would they think to bring with them some token of their affection? Not knowing what it was that might endear him to the red but not wishing to come empty clawed Poe made his way from the weyr His called home and scanned the bowl for something befitting her beauty. Finally settling upon one of the lovely blossoms that grew on the upper weyr wall where vines had crept over stone he plucked it in his talons and carried it with him as he fell in behind the beautiful red. Solstice watched with interest as the blue he shared a roost and home with ventured off to fetch a gift but the much younger black only found folly in Poe’s actions. What use was a gift to such a marvelous creature during flight? Gifts could be brought later once he was chosen, for now his wings would bring her the greatest gift he could offer in the moment, himself.

Equally at home in the subdued violet that slowly chased away the blazing red and orange of day in the sky were an odd trio who knew each other in passing - though they shared the skies at the same time Ascent, Randis, and Gaius were bonded to different handlers and as such did not frequently spend time together. It was the call of a female, a fierce red at that, which called them together now - not as comrades but instead as bitter opponents each intent on catching Cyanide’s attention if only long enough to fall with her. Of the three it was the bronze who burst from the lower corridors of the weyr into the crisp night air, calling out to the female with a hearty bugle. This was his chance to prove himself worthy after failing so many times before; he just knew in his heart of hearts he could fly harder and faster than all the other males and endear himself to Cyanide.

Renly was curious too, watching as Gaius took to the skies after the red but he was just shy of being developed enough to feel her call resonate within him. Amused Norla watched as the blue tried to puzzle through why the burgundy had taken off with such vigor, running a finger down his back as she thumbed through the hides she’d been looking over. Someday he too would give in to the whims of rising females but for now he was too young and in that she felt him lucky. It must be tiresome to be constantly called to action after the females both from the Weyr and those who called the wilds around it home.

Hearing the call of the other red Lilias was immediately on edge, chittering at Adagio when she noted the male’s eyes changing from a calm blue-green to purple. She was his queen, as far as she was concerned, how dare he even consider chasing another?! Even her nagging, followed suit by Missy spreading her impressive orange wings in an attempt to block him were not enough to keep the burgundy inside of His’ weyr. No doubt he would face the wrath from both females when he returned but if he returned victorious it would be worth it. If not… well that was not a thought he wished to consider and with lust coursing through his veins he had little time to dwell upon the ‘what ifs’ or the consequences of his actions. For now all he sought was the lightning marked red whose call stirred him into action.

Equally consumed by a fire within their loins were Tyr and Phaerix, though neither was pleased that the other took to the skies as soon as they heard the red. Ladon watched with mild amusement as the two burgundies squabbled amongst themselves as they took wing and left their shared weyr - if not for the gold whose affection he had earned a turn before he might feel pressured to join them but he was very much enamored with Aura and so while some purple flickered across his faceted eyes he made no move to give chase. Let the others vy for the female’s attention and the possibility of siring a clutch - he’d been a sire and had no pressing need to go forth into the evening after the red.

Though plenty of wings now filled the skies in an endeavor to gain the favor of the wild hearted red, Roux felt no need to sit this one out. The fact that there were so many other males - 10 by his count - only meant there would be some competition. Not much, by the brown’s calculations as he stretched his broad wings before a downbeat saw him to the air and out of His’ weyr, but some all the same. Among the chasers his only real competition were the two bronzes as they would have the stamina that the others would lack. Still perhaps there was something to numbers - certainly there was a plethora of burgundies filling the sky now as well as a few blues and blacks. Did the later two colors have any real shot at the red though? With a soft scoff Roux, normally one with a sweet and friendly disposition, rolled through the air as he crooned out to Cyanide. If she wished to be his supreme queen he had no qualms with it - he would dote upon her as if she were the only female in all of Pern if he could fall with her!

Eros offered forth no crooning or feelings of unwavering devotion to the red when he joined in the small swarm of males giving chase. That was not his way, the black more suited to being quiet and unseen he could not deny the pull the red’s call had over him. Reds and purples swirled through his eyes as his gaze flickered from Cyanide to the slowly falling Rukbat. Soon he would blend into the night sky, as would the other black Solstice no doubt, but for now he was fully visible with the light sheen of fresh oil setting his dark hide aglow. He knew she would either pick him or she would not, that was not his choice to make but he had made the choice to answer her call. His presence and effort would speak far more than any amount of doting the other males might offer, perhaps that would be enough.

Pulled by a need for food and not by the whims of his black T’vis wandered from his weyr down the long corridors until he finally came out into the weyrbowl. Pausing to slowly draw in the night air he lifted his head to watch as Eros joined the other males in chasing after the lone female. It was not his first flight, nor would it likely be his last. As he began across the bowl he spotted a dark haired woman standing there intently watching the sky as the red began to lead the males around in a long chase. Approaching slowly he arched a brow glancing between the firelizards above and the young woman before him, ”She yours?”


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Be they wild born or human raised, the wild bronze had little care. When a female of worth rose, he Chased. And he loved the ones with spirit. The ones that flew fast and put her suitors to the test. The ones that didn't mind swiping their claws at the weak nothings that dared pursue her when their hides did not shine. Those were glorious females. And that was why, when he spotted her red hide, he knew he had to have her. She would be his mate this day! But what was this? A whole warm of males flew in the wake of her majesty, many of them too small to be worth her time. The bronze growled as he joined the Chase. Why would fighters dare try to catch this tempestuous red? She would be in her right to cull them for the impudence! He nipped at the tail of one of the other suitors as he passed, hoping to make his point clear. Only the mighty belonged. And he, indeed, was one of the strong! His impressive size and shine made that evident. Why would a female choose anything less but a king?


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{Closing this off to other chasers, unless they don't mind vast red rage... Enter at your own risk basically.}

There were many who sought to give chase, and while numbers were important it was sharpness of mind that Cyanide, personally, sought. Often the larger the male the more vain they tended to be. The red had little interest in vanity, or pride. Idle chasers looking for a good time would be turned upon voraciously. Such ones were unlikely to last long in her skies. Survival of the fittest--that's what the reds flight was to become for all of those whom were now in pursuit. Whipping her head around to get a good look at her many suitors, the red hissed and snapped at any who got too close.

The first male to join her was a bronze. Questioning his devotion, as she was wont to do, the red wheeled away from him with a high-pitched shriek. So he had other flights of fancy, did he? While Cyanide couldn't read his mind, her judgment had begun. The reds gaze seared into him, as if meaning to instill a sense of guilt. His focus should have been her--her only, until the day that he drew his last breath. Was he willing to offer such devotion? She didn't think so.

The blue and black were smaller than she, and her other suitors, but it mattered not. Their willingness was what she took into consideration. It was a bronze who rose to the call next. Cyanide responded to Ascent's bugle with a growl. What was he doing--trying to draw attention to himself? No. Stupid bronze, none were as important as she. All of these haughty bronzes thought so much of themselves. Their shiny hides did not draw her, not in the least. She was the truest star in the sky. True North--that was what she ought to have been to them. Like the pull of a compass, she expected them to follow her regardless of the danger it may cause them. Their lives were unimportant.

Norla's burgundy was eyed, for the red tones to his hide complimented her. He had a young companion who was too young yet to give chase. Despite, Gaius gave chase. This was commendable, for she desired each and every male in her skies. He rose for her--this was proper. If he was up to the task, then she would certainly consider him. However, Gaius earned a sniff and little more. Another burgundy joined her, despite the aggression of his lady-loves. This too amused her, and it became apparent then that her preference was for the reddish-hued males. Her own fair-mate, Aconite, was flying in the sky just below her. He was a devoted creature, and his loyalty ran deep.

Adagio was snapped at, though it was meant to be an act of endearment. If he got too close, the red would bare her fangs. It was not his choice to make, so he best keep his distance. Tyr and Phaerix added to her selection of burgundy males, and yet their squabbling was off-putting. The red, in a fit of rage, whirled on them. No longer flying skyward, the red dove down at the burgundy pair. She sought to fly between them, and give them a few good whacks with her wings. "Smarten up!" she sought to convey, snapping aggressively at Phaerix's hind-leg. Whether or not she caught mere air in-between her teeth was not taken into account as she rose higher once more.

A brown joined her--the first brown. Browns were noble, and level-headed, but neither was of any interest to the red. Yes, she planned on judging each and every one of them. If they had any sense they would back down now, before she felt compelled to take them out of her skies. Eros, a black as dark as night, soon joined the throng. He was silent, focusing only on the chase. His behavior earned him but a glance. He was right to fall silent in her presence. Snorting at the black, the red shot straight up, climbing higher and higher. She would be one with the sky, and the explosion of colors that streaked across it.

The young man in possession of Eros came to stand alongside Cyanide's bonded. "She is in fact," the tall woman answered, a clear note of amusement in her tone. She was proud of the red, regardless of her aggressive tendencies. Cyanide knew what she wanted, and she was going after it. A hero to women everywhere, assuredly. "Good luck to your little guy," she teased, stifling a laugh. The whole affair intrigued her, especially what with the heat rising inside of her. It was an odd sensation, and one that brought back rather unpleasant memories. This was not the woman's first time experiencing flight-lust, though the reds pull wasn't nearly as strong as the time before. Glancing over at T'vis, Morrigan took note of his shoulder knots. "Of course you're a rider," she remarked. It was stated as a mere afterthought. "I don't believe we've met."

The bronze male was the last to give chase, and he was a most curious creature indeed. While ordinarily the red would have felt the need to teach him a lesson for exacting judgment on her behalf, she decided instead to be amused by it. A rush of warm air flooded from her nostrils as she turned back to watch the male snap at another. Well then.

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She was as glorious and vengeful as he expected. Though her favor seemed to fall upon the warm hides of the burgundies. No! Say it isn't true. The bronze twisted through the air as he continued his pursuit, careful to avoid retribution from other suitors or the lovely red herself. How might he garner her favor above these low fighters? It was outrageous to consider that she may choose one above a glorious king. He grumbled low in his throat and kept darting forward, increasing his pace and changing direction when needed. He would not give up the Chase. Grand wings flared as he attempted to scatter the other males and deter them from this prize. He could growl, nip and claw if he must. There was no way he would allow her to take a lesser male as a mate!

Of course, in his arrogance, he ignored the fact that his actions may sour her disposition towards him. But she would be thankful in the end when her clutch was numerous and strong! No measly fighter could give her THAT. Only a male of rank.



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Haverno participated in many other flights, he wasn’t about to fib about that even in the face of an angry Red, he wasn’t ashamed of it not that most of them ended with anything happening and even when he did succeed nothing of note came of the clutch if there was one. The Bronze was more weary of the Red, he was dedicated to a female and she hadn’t flat out banned him from chasing but it wasn’t a firelizard so he thought that he had his priorities in check, widening the gap a little between him and the Red though still competitive. He wasn’t about to pay for him being loyal to the person he looked to and the small fair that had gathered around her with being attacked by a Red in the middle of a flight after all.

Cyanide wasn’t a big fan of Bronzes judging by her attitude towards the second Bronze that joined in on the chase, feeling somewhat sorry for Ascent though he did put himself out there more than Haverno had, while the third was met with amusement at his presumptions. She seemed to have some favour with the Burgundies though squabbling between two of them wasn’t something that she was going to bear with her breaking the two apart mid-air. He wasn’t the kind of male to just assume that she was going to be attracted to size and hide of a Bronze, he would like to think that if she was going to choose him (if she did choose him which wasn’t likely at this rate) he would win through his own merit not the colour of his hide.


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It wasn’t so much that he wished to draw attention away from the red as he wanted to ensure her attention was upon him - she may be a lovely female but he was an equally dashing male; couldn’t she see that together they could take on all of Pern? Despite his normally friendly demeanor towards others he snapped when one of the other bronzes came too close to him while at the same time picking up speed when he saw one of them grow closer to Cyanide. Roux, for all the rolly polly brown’s laid back personality, was enthralled by the chase and took the presence of the three kings and all the other suitors to be a personal challenge. Unable to make bold aerial maneuvers he continued on with heavy wingbeats carrying him forth, close but not too close as the brown recognized the female as being volatile as well as the one who ultimately would make the choice - it would either be him or it would not be.

Burgundy wings carried Gaius along with all the others, though when the red glanced at him he felt his heart soar in his chest as if it would be so easy to woo the gorgeous female. Alas the flight would not end so soon - not that he had qualms with following her to the ends of Pern if needed. More burgundies seemed to pile into the flight and he watched with mild jealousy as she snapped at Adagio, not that he was put off by it having just endured snapping and squawking from both Lilas and Missy to give chase in the first place. Teeth and claws were nothing new to him, while his red fairmate was not prone to violent outbursts often he’d met her bad side more than once.

While one burgundy was seemingly unafraid of Cyanide there were two who had yet to earn the ire of a like colored female - until now. Cyanide turned on them, breaking between them in order to smack each of them with her wide wings in a manner that instantly broke up their squabbling. A meek warble of apology sounded from Phaerix while Tyr twisted through the air in an effort to avoid any more violence. He would follow her, he still wanted her, but he was no one’s chew toy. Unfortunately that’s exactly what Phaerix became when teeth found purchase in his leg and drew forth a decent amount of ichor as well as a cry of pain. Somehow despite the pain he continued on - whether or not he would make it the whole flight without being forced to bow out was yet to be seen. For now he was dedicated to winning her over though, especially after having made such a bad first impression.

The others followed behind the red while giving her enough distance and keeping quiet enough to not earn teeth or claws. When she turned they turned, when she climbed higher in the sky so did they. Flights were not new to many of the males following the red and they were in it for the long haul if that’s what it took. From below the antics of the red and her many suitors were tracked by T’vis for some time before he nodded some, ”Thanks, looks like he’ll need it.”

A shake of his head tousled his hair which had for once been settled to look somewhat nice. Running a hand through his locks he shrugged, ”Likely not. I don’t spend much time in the barracks and haven’t had any candidates tagging along to help me with Reith. T’vis. Glad she’s Risin’ now and not when it’s raining.”

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One of the bronzes continued to make grandiose displays of dominance, which the red was beginning to grow tired of. Whatever males managed to exceed the bronze would, however, gain her attentions. Despite the larger males endeavors to thwart his competition, none of the other males turned away. To this, Cyanide attributed her charm. Clearly none of them could imagine giving her up, and so onward they chased. It was nice to see that none of her pursuers were entirely stupid. Not all were worth acknowledging, surely, but it was nice to know all the same...

Haverno neared her, and yet she did not turn on him. The bronze flit seemed to have some good sense. Despite this, she angled away from him, whipping her long tail in his direction. There was further light in the sky now, and any clouds that had rolled in were beginning to clear away. The time was drawing near. She must choose, eventually. Roux was smart to keep a respectable distance away--they all were. None would steal her glory from her, or they'd face tooth and claw.

The cry of pain that echoed from Phaerix made her eyes whirl a rapid red. It was as if the flits cries triggered something in her. It was not poor Phaerix that the red whirled upon, but rather burgundy Gaius. She had spun herself right around, and was flying straight at him. Jaws parted, she let out an ear piercing screech. There was sheer fury in her posture as she made for her target. There was a challenge in her call to the male. She had singled him out. Pulling her legs into her body, she flexed her claws--like a raptor felling upon its prey.

The red was enraged, causing all sorts of mixed emotions to course through Hers. Morrigan winced at the sight up above, wondering how the scene would play out. There was a lust there, rivaling the reds aggression. Morrigan allowed her attention to drift back to T'vis. "Yeah... especially now," she noted, emerald eyes fixing upon her volatile flit. "Reith..." Morrigan repeated, musing over the name. "How do you find being bonded to such a small dragon?" Her question was genuine, though there were undertones that became all the more clear when her lips twitched upward. Smirking at her own cleverness, the dragon candidate turned her head in order to get a better look at the grayrider. He wasn't a bad-looking boy--cute, which wasn't necessarily to her taste but. "It'd be utterly dramatic of her to fly during a storm, and therefore I wouldn't put it past her." Cyanide was all about the dramatics, as was apparent from her current state. Morrigan wouldn't dream of urging the red to dial it back, not when she was having oh so much fun.

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Despite Haverno’s best efforts he somehow drew closer Cyanide despite trying to increase the distance between him and Cyanide and he had to do some rather drastic maneuvering to avoid the brunt of the slap of the Red’s tail slap. It still stinged when she hit him on the side of his muzzle though probably not as bad as the Red intended to, the Bronze widened the gap further watching the Red intently not wanting to be caught off guard by Cyanide’s movements again.

Haverno wasn’t really sure what was going on with Cyanide seeing as she just attacked Gaius for once turning his head from side to side trying to determine what the other males were doing in response to this. Though he didn’t want to incite the wrath of the Red by presuming either way, he also didn’t want to call off his chase early because of miss reading the situation with the Burgundy.

The other males didn’t react to any of the Red’s actions yet though the Bronze decided to hang back even further away from easy grasp of the Red trying to assess the situation before making a more permanent decision. Haverno was prepared to make a hasty retreat if the situation called for it not trusting the Red to do something hasty though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to try chasing Cyanide again.


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Keeping to himself Poe stayed under the radar - something that was neither a pro nor a con when it came to the female he was subtly courting. Smaller than she he could still keep up with her all the same, though he dared not draw attention to himself for fear of earning her ire like Phaerix had. The burgundy in question continued on despite his injury with ichor darkening his leg as he pulled himself through the air after the crimson prize he sought. Another burgundy - no, two - helped complete the streak of red in the sky behind her and in between the other various colors. Bronzes aplenty, a brown, blues, blacks, it seemed that almost all of the hues were accounted for. Each of them vying in their own way to grab Cyanide’s attention and adoration so they might take the long fall with her.

Some suitors were of course a tad more sly than the others - Eros followed Poe’s lead in drawing no real attention to himself though he was close as he could be without having the red’s claws and teeth turn on him. Like a shadow he mimicked every turn and move she made in the air. Let the other males anger her, he liked to see her angry and vengeful as it was who she was. Hardly afraid of her he adored her, if she chose him he would have no qualms with showering her in adoration. Almost lazily Roux fell back behind Ascent letting the bronze gain slight lead on him but clearly not giving up, simply taking on a new tactic.

Cyanide was not the type of female to be woed by gifts or song, she wished for them to prove themselves to her by being there and by following her lead. At least that’s how the steadfast brown saw things and if she was leading he was ready to follow anywhere. It seemed to work for him as he avoided the female’s fearsome cry, claws, and teeth… unfortunately Gaius was not as lucky.

Rearing back the burgundy let loose a cry of his own, wings flailing in the back wing as he readied his claws to take her on. She may be the object of his desire but he was not one to take an attack as passively as Phaerix had. Screeching at the red his tail whipped back and forth as she closed the distance between them, bodies crashing together if she did not pull away. He slashed at her, though in the flurry of motions that followed it may have only been air in which he made purchase. Snapping at the air he tried to swing away from her, possibly in vain if her claws had rendered through flesh and muscle. This wasn’t how he had expected things to go, but he wasn’t going down without a fight if a fight is what she wanted.

Rolling his shoulders in a shrug T’vis shot her a sideways look, ”Has no impact on other areas of my life. Keeps me from the upper wings which is fine by me. No need to go dyin’ to Thread up there when it can get me down low just as well.” Arching a brow as he saw the mid-flight fighting he shook his head, ”Sure is a beauty but quite a temper on her, eh? Or does she reserve that only for flights?” A lopsided smile settled on his features, hands shoving into pockets as he rocked back on his heels. In the back of his mind he was actually beginning to worry about Eros - if the red got ahold of him there may not be much left when she was done.

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The cry of fury that escaped her was reserved for Gaius, and Gaius alone. The burgundy did not back down, but rather poised himself for a fight. His own cry was fierce, only seeking to spur the red on. She did not hit him full-force, but rather came to slow in her advancement. There were deeper purples in her eyes as she came upon him. She managed to avoid his claws, instead spreading her wings wide as she fell against the male. There was a grace to her movements then, for she moved with care. She sought to twine her neck about the males, for it was now his job to carry her. Were he to accept their mating, the reds body would grow slack. Yes, he would certainly carry them through the skies--he had proven himself worthy. She had only sought to test him and, as was apparent, he'd passed. He had not turned away from her, but rather faced her head on. He was not afraid. Cyanide had little time for such pitiable emotions such as fear... Gaius was hers, for now.

Morrigan watched the proceedings up above, snorting as the red made her choice in the most violent way possible. The sideways look she earned from the young man had her chuckling inwardly. Upon the woman's face was only a smirk, maintained by silence. So he proudly fought Thread for his Weyr, did he? Having such a sense of duty was no doubt admirable, though Morrigan could never help but wonder at how blindly it was often given. "You disapprove of her fiery spirit?" she teased, coming to hold her chin in her hand thoughtfully. She inspected the scene above, as the red attempted to claim Gaius for her own. "If you're asking whether she's always a bitch, then yes. Yes she is." At this, she did laugh. Both of her flits amused her greatly, though Aconite's pouting was, at present, rather disruptive. "One's a giant baby and the others a right asshole. They're a fitting pair, ultimately." The smugglers face grew flushed as Cyanide's stronger inclinations took hold. "At least she's getting laid," she commented casually, heaving a sigh thereafter. Tossing her dark hair behind her, Morrigan thought only of Ruane.

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Though it involved a lot of noise, it did seem that Haverno had lost the flight to Gaius and even if he was disappointed he did see the loss coming since he and Cyanide didn’t see eye to eye when it came to flights. The only person he was dedicated to was Carissa, why should Cyanide try to put herself in a position on par to or higher than the person he looked to and Carissa was more than willing for him to chase as long as he didn’t get seriously injured. His sticking around until she officially chose the Burgundy at least didn’t draw the ire of the Red while doing so which was always a good don’t want Carissa possibly being angry with him afterwards.

Haverno turned as quickly as larger Bronze could, which necessitated a much larger curve then what any of his smaller fairmates would need even in the case of Torrens and still smaller than what Junonth would be able to accomplish. It didn’t take Haverno long to cover the space between where the flight ended for him and Carissa’s weyr even if he flew through straight flight rather than just going between to get where he wanted to with his stamina.


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