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Of temptations and Desires; Nors flight~
Topic Started: Jan 28 2014, 05:30 PM (392 Views)
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The water dragoness paced in the clearing. Occasionally she would trip and stumble. She huffed, and found herself in this situation again. Again. Oh dear. What was she going to do. Jaromir was no help, all he said was to let go and have some fun. But it wasn't. It wasn't that simple. She wasn't the type to suddenly dash out and do something like that. She wasn't....ugh. She couldn't do it. That wasn't safe. There could be dangers in that.

But, there was something Nor was starting to want. At least once. Children. She wasn't really the type to think about, but through all the years, the war. She had seen the last group, had seen little children.

Jaromir's opinion of children was always high, despite his inability to see them correctly. But he would Support his dragon's choice. If she wanted to fly, bear a child, and then watch it bond, then by all means she should go for it. Even if she only did it once. She huffed and continued to pace in the early morning light. She had left early in the morning, leaving a hung-over Jaromir in bed. He knew perfectly well what her plight was and eventually had told her to get it over with, or shut up and not fly.

Worry scrunched her face as she contemplated. What if her challenge was as grand as others she had heard of? What if no one showed up? What if she failed at her own flight? She huffed, flopped to the ground and rolled and wiggled. There was a need and itch to be scratched and for once it was driving her mad. It wasn't like she could hunker down like she could out scouting. Here. here she knew that there were viable males about...willing to accept her knowledge. The mind was a powerful thing.

She huffed and slung herself back to her feet, shaking her head. Leaving the clearing, she bumbled about until she found a large flowing river that cut through the jungle. Trees bowed into it, and looking into the depths she could see fish and various other life forms. Looking, she could tell that some area's of the river got choked in dense foliage and hard to spot or get too, while other parts had trees fallen over it. It was fast moving as well, and if she remembered correctly, eventually ended up at rather large waterfall. Well, a chase and obstacle course would be a challenge, she supposed.

But then she back tracked. Would it be easy? What if it was too hard? Would they be able to do it? She huffed and dunked her head into the cold crisp water. Oh. She liked the feel of it. She couldn't sit here and mope about it. She had to do something.

She could do it. Jaromir shamelessly flirted with whomever he felt like it, why couldn't she have a bit of fun for herself? And it was just once this season. She didn't have to do it next season, if she didn't want to. Oh perhaps she would be better off next time trying to find a long-term mate....instead of dealing with the problem of open flights? ugh, but then that meant she'd have to get to know someone....Ugh.

Alright. She was going to do it. She was just going to sing her song, burn all the excess energy and hopefully a male impressed her enough. Simple. Easy-peasy. Lifting off with as much grace as the streamer-ed water could, She rose above the tree lines. Taking a deep breath, the yellow angel-fish like dragon let her call ring through the morning air.

"Come, Come," She sang, her soft voice lilting upwards, slightly warbling. "Come and try your luck here, For I Lemnoriea, await you."

With that, she dove back down and landed again. She hoped that sounded alright. It did in her head. Would they come, would they hear it? Would they be alured by it? It wasn't fancy, by any means. Perhaps she should have made it fancier. Dunking her head in the water, she huffed. After clearing her head, she curled around herself, waiting. Hoping. Fearing.

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OOC: This will be rather easy: have your males show up, I'll post with the instructions and then you all can post and then my last post will be a chooser. x3
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Pudgy nostrils flared just above the leaf litter. A dusting of fresh snow powder lept into the air at the dragon's brisque exhale, tickling the end of his wide muzzle in a pleasant manner. The winter didn't smell like much, he thought. The moldy smell of degrading leaves hid beneath the thin blanket of wintry precipitation. Flowers had long since wilted at autumn's swift passage, leaving much of the jungle's inner tresses with a dry, diffused odor of the much more plentiful seasons. Perhaps the only interesting part of it was that it left a clearer path if one wished to hunt out prey. He snorted again, walking along peggy legs beside the creek's branching mouth. There were old traces of squirrel and flightless fowl from the previous day's migration. Not much to go on.

Brilliant emerald orbs swiveled in their deep sockets when the dragon retracted his neck from a stooping stance. So simple an action was by no means an easy feat; bulging muscles along his neck compensated the weight of the immense ivory rack that adored the top of his neck, but the remainder of his body had never been quite as adept to handle the vicious mass as another of stockier build. Twisting tines and smooth coils converged and split in intricate figures that dwarfed his twiggy limbs. It was a fact he'd had to deal with since his birth, and by now had become a commonplace affliction, not that he minded it terribly. It was a terribly powerful asset in combat, although...it did make keeping eye contact a bit tricky. His gaze swept the area, quickly jumping from one spot to the next when his search did little to unveil signs of life. The pit his belly growled an unhappy tune.

A heavy sigh escaped the little Lightning. Thickly folded wings slackened against his side, the tips gracing the frosty earth with little heed for the cold it would only bring him. He'd been hungry for quite some time now. Ly had gone off to take care of some business in the city some hours ago. He had promised to return with supplies and, if he had been a particularly good fellow, potentially some sweets, but that hadn't staved his hunger for too long. No sooner did his footsteps become swallowed by the deafening silence of mid-winter's grasp did he scramble from the dusty outskirts tent city in search of sizable sustenance. Unfortunately, his efforts hadn't appeared to be terribly fruitful.

"So huuuungry," the dragon whined. His pitiful voice buzzed with meek energy, a mere, apathetic fraction of his usual vivacious pitch. Soft, grey scales rippled along his flanks to combat the cold. Winter's low temperatures were not favorable to one so shy of cutaneous fat reserves. His larger kin were better suited for it than him. His toes paced lightly as he traveled along, the pads nearly numb along the underside. Ly often told him that a distraction could stave it off. Quiet scouting often required one to put aside the needs of one's body. It wasn't a particularly comforting thought, but it was better than wallowing in misery.

A noise cut across the canopy to disrupt his self-centered lamenting. His eyes snapped up in due fashion, head wavering slightly to try to pinpoint the source. Static energy gave a tentative crack within the arching loops of horn that trailed behind him. Despite how uncomfortable the cold was, the ice in the atmosphere were perfect conditions for his element. The friction between the minescule particles caused lightning to discharge at it's peak moment, a feat much more profound and luminous in the cooler months moreso than the heated days of summer. Light scaled the back of the dragon's needle-like spines in quick succession. Who was this? he thought. What was it? Fluttering wings above were easily ascertained. Membranous, he could tell, but until the smooth voice joined the dragoness' lonely sojourn, he could not differentiate it from another hungry individual.

She was hungry...but in a different perspective, Quark soon realized. His spine buzzed with energy, stout face quickly regaining the excited expression that so often graced it. She might be able to help him pass the time! She could have food, like the last lady he had chased. Maybe. Food was nice! The little Lightning hefted up the heavy weight of his wings and quickened his pace to follow the lady's voice. She hadn't been too far when she made the call. Flying straight up out of the dense jungle was no easy feat, either, and proved difficult when one's horns became entangled in the dried vines. He snorted, remembering his past efforts. Plural. It really wasn't easy, and he would certainly tell folks that it was very hard if they were to ask him how he became stuck in the overgrowth. Ly hadn't quite allowed him to live that down.

Quark followed the stream's bending pathway to a small clearing some small distance away. The spring had turned to a wide river by the time the dragoness came into view. A figure of pale yellows, ochres, and blues shimmered just beyond the bank, her voluminous streamers sinking into the cool water behind her. A Water was she, and a pretty one at that! Energy gathered up in his chest, vibrating with the dragon's ribcage to release a deep, rattling hum as he entered the grotto of twisting trees.

"Hello! Hello!" he boomed. His voice exploded in his throat like a cannon, doubling the twiggy dragon's vocal chords in a cry that seemed more fitting to a hulking beast than a slender little Lightning. "My name is Quark! I am here to join your Flight if you'd like me to. I hope I don't zap you by accident," he continued, the thought just now dawning on him like a sack of hefty potatoes to the head. "Water and Lightning don't mix very well. It tends to fry the fish a bit when you go to catch them. Do you like fish? I do, I'm kinda hungry. Famished, really. I would love some fish."




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Frustration lingered in the mind of the massive black beast as he skimmed the clouds with his wing tips. Wisps of white swirled over his body as if he were touching the surface of the ocean. He was unhappy and more than a little annoyed. Such a waste of a perfectly good female on a featherbrained brat. He would let that simmer and perhaps lash out at the boy at some later point in his life. He already had young with a fine example of a tainted woman the last season, perhaps he should forget the rest of the sekkain season. It was a disgusting example of females and he would have better luck with his closer kin. Even that perfectly splendid shark like water had been crying like a wyrmling. What was the point?

That did not change hormone though and when a cry sprang from the jungle below his body leapt in response, demanding his slow. Thin limbs tucked close to his body and he snarled to himself in displeasure. He had been intending to remain high and slip himself back into Desolation without event. He had a long way to fly still and his patience was far thinner than it had been with his first flight. Still his heart pulsed harder and a need coiled itself inside him like an angry snake, demanding his attention.

Pointed, toothy snout turned from his course to survey the trees, then he caught sight of her. Another water. This one was brightly colored and sang like a sonic. He circled once in consideration hissing to himself in disdain at his own weakness. His body was winning out over his mind and this perturbed him. What was the harm? One more chase. Even if he didn’t win perhaps he could take a chunk out of another suitor. He could claim some prize for his trouble; vent some level of his frustration.

He circled lower deciding that even if she was as poor an excuse for a female as some he had seen rising, there was nothing to lose. With a snarl to himself he dipped into the clearing she had chosen for her starting point and he landed somewhat awkwardly. His limbs were not really thick enough to hold his weight upon impact and he staggered a few steps before coming to a complete stop. In the light his usual glowing hide seemed to be covered in spots of dead flesh. His eyes appeared near lifeless despite the way they flicked between his host and the suitor who had already arrived.

Large thin wings pulled tight to his sides as he turned, more like an eel then a dragon even on land, to stare at the female he had chosen to follow. She was a fine looking specimen with fleshy streamers which he thought must be quite the disadvantage in battle. A stray claw or fang could snag those and that would not go well for the pretty female. At least she seemed to be holding herself together better then the last he had chased. He cocked his head to the other suitor, considering the massive set of horns the male had and he snorted, unimpressed.

“I have come little sister.” He croaked in his grating voice, pale eyes returning to the slight female. “Give me your challenge so I might prove I am the better here.”
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"How have you not caught a single female?" Duren asked his dragon with an air of surprise. Pierre clucked irrately as he preened his feathers, ignoring his rider who was working on fighting stances in the Parade grounds. "Loosing your gusto, y' big bird?"

"I am not,"Pierre snapped, fluffing up in indignation. "It's not my fault that the females can't simply appreciate a truly good male when they see one..."

Duren chuckled, leaving his dragon be for now. But Pierres mind had not stopped there, rolling his riders questions in his head. Had he been loosing gusto? Was he truly so lack impressive that he would not sire a single clutch? It was embarrassing! He had tried his hardest, and made a fool of himself, and yet not impressed one picky female. He rested his beaked head on his forepaws, feeling a sinking stone of depression in his gut.

Then he heard another female sing, a call that was heard in his soul more than his ears. His rider could neither hear nor appreciate the sirens song, but Pierre debated not going at all. But the more he thought, the more he felt drawn to go and seek the females attention... Perhaps this time he would win. With a downcast sigh, he assumed the opposite, and took to the air, not listening to his Riders call of shock.

He rose above the clouds, following his internal compass down to the jungles. The call had already attracted a few males, but she had not yet begun her challenge. He had arrived at a good time then. He puffed himself up, seeking the old confidence he once heralded as an ally, and friend, to find only a little remaining. A lightning male and a water male, the latter obviously of tainted descent, where awaiting her. Pierre heard the trailing bit of the waters' comment, feeling pride puff up more out of spite than anything.

"Dearest beauty, I, Pierre, have arrived, seeking right to sire your clutch!" He declared, landing closer to the lightning than the tainted water, and bowing deeply to her.
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The anxiety ridden dragon didn’t expect really anyone to Show up. She had half-expected her call to go unnoticed. It was the end of season, she hadn’t really heard any other calls. A few here and there, but. Well, She could survive if no one answered her call. Though, she’d prolly hide herself in embarrassment that she’d failed at her own flight. Who would do that? Only her, she thought, she’d be a laughing stock, no one would let her live it down.

Stop that, she told herself, forcing her mind to shut up. She would hold her head up high. No one could say she hadn’t tried. She had tried and then they all were missing out. That’s what her rider would say. No need to be down about it, it wouldn’t do her any good to dwell. She sighed, before a noise attracted her.

Her eyes let up when a little lightning showed. Nor had to admit, he did look a bit of an odd ball for a Lightning, and he the rack he had on his head, she wondered how he managed. But she smiled, well. She herself was an oddball too. All these streams and frills that held her up rather than helped her. Two little oddballs in this together, she supposed. She smiled.

“Greetings Quark!” She replied, voice soft, hiding how anxious she was. She smiled, letting him ramble. He seemed to be of a simple mind, and sometimes she wished she could be...less of a worry-wort. She wondered how it was like to be without worry, without a care in the world. Briefly, she wondered how young the lightning was. But that was neither here nor there. “I am sure you won’t zap me, I’m a little tougher than I look.”

She didn’t reply to his last comment, her eyes narrowing at the new comer who landed in the clearing. It was easy for her to tell that flying was not his forte, as he landed on short stubby legs. Her whole spine shivered, as the creature spoke. A taint. A taint had shown up for her flight. All instinct screamed at her to fight, to take him down but she squished it down. No. This was /her/ flight. She was in charge here, the taint, if he wanted to win to have a hope of trying. Would have to play be her rules. But what would Jar think? Oh gods, she could she his expression now….No. She wouldn’t have to tell him who she had chosen. That information she could keep to herself. She squished the panic, keeping a cool mask to her suitors. She could do that at times, Keep her face calm while her emotions were a whirlwind. They wouldn’t know.

“Greetings” She responded. He didn’t offer a name, nor would she call him anything really. Perhaps a polite sir, but nothing like brother, as he had to her. She would not be picky on who came calling to her flight. Though the taint was a fearsome looking creature. She hoped that after this, she would not have to face him in battle. She waited a scant more minutes, before it looked to her as if these were the only suitors that had deemed it worth their time. She didn’t let it bring her down. At least she had some.

Though, before she could even begin, did another show. she couldn’t help but show the slight surprise on her face as the air landed and greeted them. She had to stifle a giggle, at his proclamation. True that was what they were all here awaiting. Was going through her challenge to sire her...their children. Whomever she chose. Looking over, she was even more pleased with the number of suitors. “Greetings, Pierre, you’ve come just in time. I was just about to state my task.” She hummed, relaxing slightly. Only one taint had shown so far. She could live with that. And if he won, well then he won. She turned her attention back to the group as a whole.

“My task is fairly..simple.” She began. “Your task is to catch me. First person to do so by the time I hit the bottom of the Large waterfall is the winner. You can fly, or you can swim. But there are obstacles for both choices. They can snag you if you aren’t wary of them, fly too high, you risk losing me. Fly to low, the brush gets you. The river itself also has obstacles in it.”

She shuffled her wings, and smiled. “Play nice between each of you and good luck.”

With that she threw herself into the river, Sliding in with much more ease that her streamers betrayed. With her challenge thrown it was on, and it was obvious that she was in her element in the water. She knew the obstacles in this river, well, the few forks, the boulders, and swift currents that could sweep a dragon out if they weren’t careful. But she knew this river well, having swam it many times when they had been home, or in the vicinity. Not even her streamers would get caught in the boulders or dams that littered the river.

She wove through the narrow straits of the river, before darting agile around boulders or dams. If she came to the forks, she kept to the left. From above, should her suitors fly, she would be easily spotted through the water, she kept mostly to the surface, occasionally dunking lower to avoid large trees that had fallen into the river. They had their own obstacles of overgrown bushes and vines or trees to block their view.

The waterfall she spoke off was at least a mile or so off, and the closer they got, the more the current picked. Boulders rushed faster at them, and yet Nor navigated it with ease. Soon the sound of rushing water echoed both in the water and the air. She hoped they were ready.


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WELP. This is fairly simple chase/catch through an obstacle course. Choose your way (Swim/fly) and feel free to have them get through it. I posted slight descriptions in the post, but I’ll post it here:

For flying to follow: Fly too high above the treeline, risk losing her at the few forks in the river. Navigating your way through the trees is well. Vines to get caught up in, some areas where you can’t fly at all because of how close the tree branches are.

For swimming: Some area’s are narrower and clogged with boulders, or trees, while the larger areas have more wiggle room. Current starts to speed up closer to the waterfall, and more and more boulders, large trees start showing up.

End the post with them reaching and diving after her, and I will then choose who gets to catch her! <3

For any who still want to join this flight (kurarararararar) Just post your characters showing up at her describing her instructions and continue on from there. (I would like one more male, but I am happy with three. )
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Little toes kneaded the frozen earth in the interim following his arrival. His attempts to win the favor of a female had only worked once out of the two times he had tried, an admirable feat, he supposed, when compared to some other males. He knew his features weren't the most appealing of choices, though that didn't really dissuade him from giving a Chase his very best. Many preferred larger, heavily muscled suitors to the skinny, wiry fellows like himself, but as the female gave her address, a kind note that harbored little disappointment, Quark was at least moderately sure that Lemnoriea didn't seem bothered by him. Maybe she was just being kind.

A guttural snarl and a flurry of wings bolted into the riverside clearing shortly after the Water's voice imparted it's initial greeting. If Quark even recognized the scathing look that Iruk shot him, he made no notion of it. Bulging eyes regarded the Water with wary intrigue. He was a curious fellow. All dark and slinky with vicious teeth, as though the gods thought fit to embody the oozing depths of the ocean in a physical form. Pulsing lights along his physique were perhaps the most notable features of all. He stared at them, entranced. Did they hold energy, too? A quick, tentative jolt traveled the length of his spine with arching vibrance. A third male entered the scene by genteel wing, a challenger hardly regarded in full whilst the Lightning continued to cock his overweighted head at Irukanji's strange luminenscene.

Pudgy nostrils flared and snorted, ready to be off. It wasn't within his nature to sit idly by when there were exciting things to do. Luckily the female seemed just as anxious as he to begin the day's event. She quickly described to them their end goal and it's restrictions. No sooner did she leap into the water did his wings unfurl in a disorganized bundle, the thick membranes snapping taut when the enormous length reach its zenith. His belly rolled at the thought of Lemnoriea's challenge. He could chase her! That he knew how to do very well! He could prove himself! Impatient bolts cracked through the maze of creamy horns, the preemptive, unleashed energy giving rise to an acrid, noxious odor of ozone. With a merry giggle, the little Lightning bent slightly and gathered the arguably meager mess of limbs beneath his frail body. He darted forward a patch of brittle grass before hurling himself into the air, yellow-lipped wings flashing in a determined flurry. Sails snapped in quick succession to either side of the grey bullet, further scrambling the dragon up and over the gnarled fingers of the jungle's embrace.

The cold wind battered against him. He squinted against it and slowed his fleeting pace above the dormant trees. Speed was on his side, but it was useless to him when he could no longer see his target. Long toes brushed against the dead, wind-eroded vines. The little dragon coiled above the treetops in tight circles, wings beating in deep, lazy movements while he tried to find the path of the river. The weight of his horns made looking straight down a difficult matter. He had to hold the heavy things nearly parallel to his spin in order for them to cooperate in a respectable manner in flight. They hadn't been very streamlined to begin with. His eyes scanned down, uncomfortably reaching in their shallow sockets to catch a glimpse of water trickling through the growth like fleeting starlight. He stifled a low whine. This was going to be difficult.

The complication didn't stop him, however. He backbeat, quickly ascending once again to distance himself from the treetops. Perhaps leaning far enough away would help him, though that did make sighting the river a bit harder. He'd have to make due. A flash of yellow hues slipped through the water below, the female's hide disguising her well amidst the rippling current. Quark sped up, zipping after her a full dragon-length behind. Static swelled along his back as his muscles churned the raw magics into a frenzied pursuit. He ducked and wove amongst the changing landscape, resting far enough behind to warrant a hasty change in direction before colliding with the organic obstacles. It became increasingly arduous a task as the Water's passage split in further straits, winding deeper and deeper into the very heart of the jungle. Her movements became less obvious as the foliage thickened, further hiding her from view. Quark slipped lower, lungs heaving with the harried effort, and began to look for an opening into the forest. He couldn't swim well, nor could he fly so adroitly as an Air amidst the tangled growth, but running on foot was beginning to seem a better route than risk losing the female from above. The Lightning began to hover anew, circling and fidgeting with licentious trepidation.

An opportunity presented itself a few minutes of uncertain backtracking later. He warbled at the sight of a narrow dip in the canopy, wide enough perhaps for him to squeeze himself through if he angled his body correctly. He shot over to it and began to fold his wings in preparation before he noticed the rather immodest set of jutting spikes extending from the briars below. Quark wheeled back before his body fell too far, intending to take a different route further on. He might have gotten away, too, if it weren't for the immediate, powerful tugging sensation that gripped his left side like a vice. Before he knew what had hit him, the Lightning crashed into the tree that had snagged the thick membrane of his wing to tear him clear from the sky. Gravity took a vengeful hold upon the heavy rack of horns, toppling him well beyond a chance to recover his balance. Twiggy limbs became entangled in one another as he fell, cracking branches as hurling the remnants of snow into the chaotic furor. He began to panic, the magic within the electrical reserves along his sides pulsing with uncertainty. Grey scales contributed to the detritus of the jungle floor, the tiny beads of armor tinkling softly as they fell.

Quark slammed into the ground beside the riverbank with a violent discharge of lightning. The raw fulmination arched in keening bolts to the surrounding trees, stripping the bark and spines from their moorings in a gruesome explosion that sent slivers barreling into the dragon's soft hide. The little dragon yelped in shock more than pain as he righted himself. He shook mildly from the confrontation and wavered on his feet for a moment before he began to figure out what he might do next. Small slivers bled the sails of his wing arms, but, thankfully, most did not penetrate the thick flesh far enough to do lasting damage. Quark shook himself, scattering a small spray of dislodged scales and broken spikes.

A few moments later the river bulged with the passage of an enormous creature. His head whipped to watch it and, for a moment, he hesitated to believe his sheer, dumb luck in overshooting his target. "Oh! There you are!" the dragon squealed. His legs scrambled into action once more. He couldn't fly in this dense growth, so, unfortunately, the only option left to him was to take an icy plunge. He bounded forward and dove into the crystalline water, the frigid river hitting him like a sack of bricks. Water pooled around him, seeping into every nook and cranny that his flimsy body provided. His horns held buoyant as he initially floundered after Lemnoriea, allowing his wide nostrils to gulp in large quantities of air while his legs flailed against the smooth pebbles of the riverbed. The arduous task became easier as he stood further upright, using the larger pebbles to heave himself forward and up toward the crashing sound of the waterfall directly ahead.

He dove into the pool at it's base when he finally reached it.Exhausted, the little dragon wadded and allowed himself to be carried under the strong current. Quark's enormous eyes shut against the pounding water, entirely useless. Static discharged in a final attempt to find the dragoness, angling him further into the deeper part of the basin's retreat. Little toes spread, searching, hoping, waiting for something to brush against them.

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Perhaps it was the risk, the thrill, of flying through territories best left to the mindful watch of others so unlike himself, many of whom would attack on sight. Few Sekkaians, if any, cared for his presence, understandably so. He was a harbinger of death, black-and-green form bringing back memories best left buried and undisturbed beneath the folds of innocent psyches. Nonetheless parts of him longed to fly over lands best left alone, his gaze raking the ground hungrily. Part of it was his insatiable appetite, whether it be for violence, females, or food and perhaps a small portion was nostalgia. Regardless of the reason, the Toxic's slow, ponderous wingbeats had carried him progressively closer to the recovering Sekkaian lands, his passing shadow sliding over the dense foliage like a coming blight. Few creatures seemed inclined to stay below his lazily circling form for long, skittering out of the way to hide beneath fronds and rocks, eyes directed warily towards the sky.

The massive Toxic stiffened suddenly, nostrils flaring, head tilting, body following suit as he redirected his flight path. He had heard the faintest of calls, no doubt from the source of the scent, which bespoke of a fertile female about to fly. It was that thought that caused Septys's already gnarled face to twist in a gross leer, the dragon tucking his dark pinions to his side and plummeting out of the sky. Distant as the female was he was not to be dissuaded, allowing his nose to guide above the jungle, plated belly just skimming the reaching treetops, a thrum of excitement rising in his throat. It had been awhile, quite awhile indeed, since he had pursued a female, though not without reason. In the wake of the war tensions were still high, especially in a land where his presence was looked upon with the utmost dismay. Still, he had as much a right as any to pursue a female, at least in his own mind, consequences be damned.

He was late arriving though that meant by no means he would go unnoticed. The hulking form of the Toxic burst into the emptying clearing with a bugle announcing his presence, a deep, rasping roar that sent globules of acidic saliva spattering across leaves and ferns alike, the droplets hissing on contact and sending circles of decay racing out across the green surfaces. It was only for a few wingbeats that Septys hovered there, a feral smirk splitting his scaly maw, eyes gleaming with gross intent before he lunged forward after the others, his mind already focused solely on the prize and how to win it. Unlike the Sekkaians, no doubt, he had no qualms about playing dirty and in fact relished the thought, talons flexing and grasping at the air gleefully as he sped after the fleeing form of the dragoness.

This was not his first chase and nor would it be his last, the Toxic barreling through the air, feeling the thrill of the flight sing in his old bones once more. Water or air, it mattered little for him - he need not worry of feathers getting wet, his sleek, scaled form fine in both environments. In the Tainted lands the dark male had made his home in the murk of the swamps, sliding through the muck and stagnant water with only the occasional pulsating glow of his tubes and pustules to give him away. Here, though, it was all about being seen, the Toxic making fine use of his size and intimidating appearance, snarling at the other males and crowing once more to the Water dragoness. He did not waste time exchanging frivolities and compliments, preferring his actions speak louder than words.

Septys flew low and fast, water from the river flecking his belly, flying just high enough to avoid dragging his tail through it. He was not as maneuverable as some of the younger dragons, barreling through more than three outstretched branches in the first few moments, though thankfully his bulk allowed him not to lose too much momentum. It was the jutting rocks he worried more about, kicking off of one to gain enough altitude to avoid another that would have easily gutted him. "Sweet Water, why do you flee?" he croaked, dark mirth bubbling beneath the surface of his croon, four of his six eyes focused intently on her. Already he was beginning to formulate plans to crush his opponents, though subtly, lest he offend the dragoness's delicate sensibilities. After all, Sekkaians were far more reluctant to allow violence in their Flights than those who were Tainted, a weak trait. Pitiful, really, for how else would they get the best male?
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Irukandji snapped his fangs at the newest suitor, honestly offended by the over feathered cock that arrived. He had never seen a dragon so pretentious. Then again he avoided sekkains for that very reason. He might have been sick, if he had anything in his stomach worth throwing up. If nothing else the male looked like he might make a good meal, if you could get past all those feathers. His eyes flashed to the gangly Lightning again and he sneered. Again these males were deemed sickening wastes of space. Instead of invest any more attention in either of them, he swiveled his head back towards the female. At least until Septys exploded from the foliage. Even Irukandji took a few staggering steps sideways with a hiss of rage as acid spittle exploded from the creatures mouth and fell uncomfortably close to his own location. His glassy eyes flashed with rage, but he was not dumb enough to start a fight with the old toxic.

That was madness even he could not boast. Instead he let the oozing monstrosity take the chase just a few seconds before himself. The Lightning was off as well but that did not mater, he had the water on his side. He launched into the river with a few short gallops. Here he was most at home, let the idiots navigate the sky. He was the only creature who could chase the flowing dragoness in her own territory with complete ease. It gave him the advantage of not butting wings and heads with the other suitors. He could keep his focus fully on the lady.

That did not mean he had it easy. The oily monster had to surge around roots, and more than once found his path blocked by logs. When this happen he shot upwards and clawed over them. Any other suitor too close found themselves meeting with aggressive snaps of his lengthy needle like fangs, warning them to stay out of his reach each time he emerged. Then he dove again, vanishing into the quick flowing vein. Thin legs kicked him off the logs and that jelly at the tip of his powerful tail snapped dangerously upwards, almost as risky to be near as those massive fangs he boasted.

Now the chase was on, he was fully invested in winning. Even Septys was just another obstacle to be avoided and outmatched. He was keen on beating them out. He was sure of taking home the prize. The sekkains weren’t even worth his attention. They could flounder and fight with the toxic above. He undulated faster, moving like an inky black streak as he worked to close the distance. He could taste her in the water, smell her trailing scent as he shot downstream. His pupils dilated and his legs tucked tightly to his body, streamlining the eely monster.

The rocks came up on him and emerged out of the murky water. It was to late to dodge them when they came into his view and he lashed sideways, trying to change his trajectory. Even so he did not turn fast enough and the river was moving too quickly. He turned enough that it raked over his belly ripping smooth scales upwards and tearing the soft skin under it poisoning the river with his blood. He snarled and kicked against the first pillar that had claimed a few scales. The next few he weaved through more carefully, still he was far too long and they raked against his sides here and there as the river sped up damaging his glossy hide and adding to the scars he already possessed.

He could see the tip of her tail as she swerved left at the fork. A sickening, snaggle toothed grin spread over his mouth. He could do this. He just had to get there first. He put on a burst of speed, ignoring anything happening above him as he streaked through the water after the illusive female. He was determined. He intended to win. Then a gangly form dove into the water ahead of him making him let out a stream of bubbles as a roar escaped his windpipes in rage. He lost sight of the female in the bubbling commotion the bastard created. He shoved himself harder, his muscles burned with the effort for it had been many months since the hunter had been this active. He surged forward and then the rush reached his ears. They were at the waterfall. He came even with the other male, though well beneath him and he dove over the edge and soared through the cascade to land in the pool. He coiled in an inky mess, searching for the prize they all sought.
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Pierre chose to ignore the other competitors, worried that he may get just too anxious if he concerned himself with their displays in the chase rather than focus on himself. And if he focused on himself, then she would notice him! Yes, that would work our splendidly! No sooner did he decide his option, than she leaped into the river, a sight to behold in her own element. But he wouldn't be distracted! Not by the female he hoped to impress, not by the other males. He flared his wings, ignoring the tainted waters gnashing of teeth, before taking back to the sky.

There was little to no chance that he would make it anywhere in the water! His feathers were not suited for liquid as the fine Narcissa was, and he had no webbed claws or even relatively normal paws for a dragon. He was, all in all, more close to a cock than a dragon. In that aspect at least. Plus, he was small, agile, and at home in his element. It made more sense to stay within the air. He flew over the river, watching her shining form glimmer in the water with a keen eye. He was not the only one who had taken to the sky, as the odd lightning zoomed around, but he was not to be outdone!

He entered the denser part of the rivers forest, tucking in his wings as he dove through openings in the branches, catching a few vine on his larger set of wings. He flapped, loosing ground briefly to get them off him, before he sped up. Before he saw the female, he saw the tainted water, gathering his element beneath his quartet of wings to boost him past the water and towards her sleek form. And then another contender had flown in, Pierre tucking in his wings to avoid the oily black toxic before almost barreling head on into the tree branches.

Clacking his beak in agitation, Pierre puffed his feathered chest, following the female as she turned at one of the forks. He tried to avoid the toxic, wary of whether or not he would heed her simple rule of playing fair. And he knew that toxics were a messy sort, burning through flesh and bone easily with their unique magics... He wanted nothing more than to avoid conflict with this male at all cost...

Up ahead, the crashing sound of the waterfall was growing louder and louder, the air dragon struggling to get ahead. How would he even catch her? Did she literally mean he had to catch her? Truly he hoped not; she was at least double his length! But, perhaps she simply meant to keep up with her, to fall with her and snag her as prize where she would join him in the sky! Ah, yes, that seemed far more reasonable. He kept his eyes off the other males, watching as the crest approached... Before tucking his wings in.

He had the advantage of element, not only allowing gravity to drag him downward after her, but also tugging on the wind to force him down like a large, feathered arrow. He snapped his forelegs forward, wincing at the action, before reaching for her. She was so close...!
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The only suitor Nor could completely keep track of was the water dragon, as he had thrown himself in the water as well. While he was taint, it made Nor’s day, at least, to find a suitor that could chase her in her own element. Any obstacles the water faced, he didn’t seem to care, he pressed onwards. he was determined. Ah, but the end was so clear, now. She had so much energy, an itch to scratch and briefly she mused who would be the fastest to catch her.

When the lightning hit the river bank, and shot of sparks, she could hear the residual sounds, before he splashed into the icy rivers to follow. Unlike the seething water that more or less freaked Nor out, he was cute, if not simple and a bit gangly for his form. But there was as certain charm to him. The rooster air had his own charm, but the pompous nature hadn’t settled well with Nor to begin with. If anything, the water had been more a smooth talker than the air, but he was a fine looking fellow indeed, despite his attitude.

The fourth suitor had really been a surprise, but he hadn’t said much of anything to her. Another gnarly looking beast and threw himself at the challenge. Perhaps she should have chosen a flight where she could have taken personality into account, rather than who could get to her first. While it seemed like the smaller breeds seemed to be the ones that would be better, the larger two barreled through the courses with Slight ease.

But she couldn’t redo her flight, couldn’t suddenly say: hey I’ve changed my mind--Nope. And the thrill of the chase was invigorating, really. Energy of being cooped up to long at the academy, the insatiable itch that she just couldn’t scratch. So she threw more energy into the rushing current. The waterfall was coming up quick, and she briefly lamented that the chase hadn’t gone on as long as she thought it would. Well, no, it had been rather fun, enough to push the males muscles to keep up with her and not get stuck, but then again, Energy. She had far too much of it, despite her own muscles complaints.

And then she hit the waterfall, she shot off straight at first, unfurling her wings slightly, before tucking them close to her body and diving downwards straight for the pool of water. Now out in the open she could see the other suitors, each trying to get at her, and she hit the water with a splash. Ah, she hadn’t really expected anyone to catch her midair, but that was alright, most of her suitors were far smaller than she was.

Though, right before she even hit, she could feel claws wrap around her, as they both hit the water. Ahh, so one had managed to catch her before she had hit. By the feel, it hadn’t been the air or the lightning, that left the water and the toxic. Well, it had been who could be the fastest and luckiest, for her flight. She could no longer sway fates’ chance.

Twisting, she smiled, hiding her panic as she looked at suitor whom had managed to get to her first. Of course, she popped up for air, shaking herself off--knowing full well he had won her flight fair and square, despite not knowing his name (though she probably had at least heard whispers of the tainted male if so chose to speak his name.).

“Congratulations.” She purred, to the black and green dragon. “Fate was in your favor, You are in luck.” Well, this was an interesting turn of events, and yet, while she feared the taints, feared what her rider would think, she dropped it to the wind. As her rider would say, She needed to loosen up, live a little. Take risks. Not worry what-so-ever about things. There would be a time and place for such things, and right now. Right now she was going to let things roll as they were.

Turning her gaze back to the pool of water, where others started to pull themselves out of the icy water. “For the rest of you, may you have better luck elsewhere.” She slinked around the Toxic, before beckoning him to follow her.

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OOC;

You guys. -flounders- You guys are all so wonderful and I really really had a hard time choosing. Eventually it was down to kura and semp, and even then I had a hard time choosing, but, Alas. Luck was in Kura’s favor.

This was a whole lot of fun, and thanks again~
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