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Date Posted: 01:51:04 02/20/05 Sun
Author: Chuth & T'gan
Subject: Just because we're number three doesn't mean we're going to be left behind! ^_^
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth 's message, "Okay....easy now..." on 23:47:43 02/18/05 Fri

((*shamelessly copies half of Chuth's Barracks post into this one, because she's enamoured with her own prose* You didn't think you'd be able to avoid these two, did you?))

Hearing Shrineth's ummistakeable cry, Chuth rises abruptly from his couch, swinging around and lunging for the doorway in one smooth motion as his mind shifts from excitment and adventure to a much baser urge. Excuse me! he manages belatedly to Whoth as he belately swerves to avoid knocking the older bronze off the ledge, something bright and hungry underlying his tone. He's been waiting for this for a long, long time, and though he'd known it was coming, it's only now that he realizes just how much of his mind has been fixed on this for so long. Red-bronze wings snap open as he hurls himself from the ledge, sweeping the sky in powerful wingbeats, and Chuth arrows towards the golden figure rising into the sky over the Bowl - two other bronzes already in pursuit. He snarls softly at the sight of them, two he'd always gotten along with the few times he'd spoken to them, but now nothing but rivals in a contest he refuses to yield. As he soars nearer, caught up in the invisible web of the flight, Chuth bellows a bugle of his own to answer the queen's, the deep rich-voiced cry ringing out over the Bowl. He's sinking further and faster into the age-old instinct of flight, long-dormant desire free and growing in his breast, and his spinning red eyes are fixed on the beautiful form in front of him with such intentness that there seems to be an invisible tie binding his gaze to the gold. Admiration and awe mix with lust and desire at the sight of her, and he whispers them all to her, humbled by her majesty but not allowing his respect to rein in his response to her challenge. With such power apparent in her, Chuth will need all his strength to have a chance of catching Shrineth. Angling upwards, he sets himself on her trail, following behind her but not so close that a sudden move will leave him continuing in the wrong direction. Females are tricky, she'll certainly be far trickier than the couple of greens he's chased before, and this bronze has no intention of falling prey to the deceptions of even such a clever queen as this one.

Under any other circumstances, T'gan would be highly annoyed at Chuth, and Chuth would know it. It's simply not safe to leave the weyr they'd chosen on foot. But right now, he's too busy trying to keep from being swept up in his dragon's emotions to waste any mental energy on something so petty as annoyance. For all that he loves and adores his dragon, and is closer to Chuth than to any other being on Pern, T'gan harbors a secret horror of being overwhelmed by his dragon's mind. Chuth is not the most rational of dragons at any time, and when he feels something strongly enough to subsume T'gan's mind with his own, it's usually not something T'gan particularly wants to be consumed by. This time, he doesn't mind nearly as much, but he'd still like to make it to the Bowl before he stops thinking rationally. Panting a bit, he tops a rise to find himself near the Weyrwoman, and stops abruptly, his green eyes fixed on her. Here. And with that, he stops trying to shove Chuth away.

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  • Hey! We're supposed to have ALL bronzes and brown's out! -- R'ko, RIkkith, 11:06:16 02/21/05 Mon
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