They Had Chosen Well (1/2) (PG-17)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Clancey, Dana
Date Posted: 24th February 2007
Characters: Traelyn, J'darin
Description: Nyith rises to mate
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 19 of Turn 4
Rating: PG-17
The late afternoon sky was clear, the sun hot. The Weyrfolk of Dolphin Cove were taking advantage of the gorgeous day by flocking to the sandy beaches and sheltered coves, just like their dragons were flocking to the stone cliffs to take their own advantage of the afternoon by soaking up as much heat as they could.
But it was the senior queen who had claimed the tallest spire--the one closest to the sun. Her brilliant hide shone like a star against the sapphire sky as she slept deeply on. She was alone today, for the first time in a long time. Usually she deigned a chosen bronze or two to join her, but not this day. She had snapped and snarled when they'd gotten too close. Only when she was certain they had understood her need for solitude did she settle down for a long doze in the sun.
The bronzes knew. They all knew. And their glowing eyes were trained on the sleeping queen, waiting for her to wake.
The young ones were the most impatient. They would rustle their wings, scrape their talons against the rocks they were perched on, lash their tails, swing their heads from side to side, trying to stomp down on the desire to fling themselves to the skies. But the older ones waited in grave silence, knowing better than to waste precious energy by losing their patience so soon. The inexperienced would do well to learn from the experienced, but most were too impetuous. And because of that, they would never win the golden prize.
At last, as a gust of hot wind blew in from the north, Nyith came suddenly awake. And she was ravenous. With a fierce shriek she lunged from the cliff and plummeted towards the feeding pens. The herds stampeded, bellowing in terror as she struck one hefty bullock down.
And suddenly her mind wasn't her own anymore.
Nyith raised her bloody muzzle to the skies and roared her defiance as Traelyn exerted her will over her--and won. Hissing her frustration and greed, the queen sucked the blood, then tossed the dry carcass almost carelessly aside to jump on the hindquarters of another. And another. And another. And each and every time Traelyn forced her will on her dragon's, she came away the victor.
Finally, Nyith sat back on her glowing haunches and threw back her head. Trumpeting, she launched herself suddenly and abruptly into the sky, leaving the bugling, lustful bronzes in her wake.
The bronzes did know.
But one of them had been waiting and watching for this day. He had known.
She was _his_ and he would have her again!
Hasaarth bugled his own answer to Nyith's trumpeting, and was hard after her only wingbeats later.
J'darin was startled out of a lazy afternoon nap; he had fallen asleep over a stack of hides as long as his forearm. His blue eyes snapped open wider when he heard Hasaarth's bugle and his entire body went completely and suddenly tense.
Lust.
He'd never miss that feeling, heating his blood and body until he fairly leaped out of his chair and raced out of his Weyr, heading toward Traelyn.
Hasaarth was already into the sky after Nyith, along with a cloud of other bronzes and some few brown hides. This was it, then. Time to prove they truly deserved their spot as Weyrleader of Dolphin Cove. Nyith would choose the right bronze; she knew.
She would choose Hasaarth.
He had to get to her fast, though he knew the beautiful gold would lead the boys on a merry chase before she was caught.
}: MINE! :{ The bronze was screaming at the other males after her, while crooning promises to Nyith.
J'darin finally found his way to his Weyrwoman's side, long arms slipping around her almost possessively, and in much the same way his bronze was warning off the rest of the chasers.
**She will be ours again...** was his/their last thought, as his mind and Hasaarth's melded fully and the lust overtook him/them like a flood.
Traelyn leaned back into him, swaying, eyes closed as she soared high above the ocean with her dragon. Screaming, Nyith folded her gleaming wings and dropped far below her suitors, crowing as they immediately banked, trying to avoid hitting one another as they searched for her. Shrilling lustily, Nyith gained altitude once more, flying very near to the bronze ones, teasing them, taunting them. One laboring beast dropped dangerously close and tried to foul his wings with hers. But she would have none of it! Shrieking she tore away from him. She was not ready yet! And she would hardly give herself to a bronze who was already so exhausted--and she barely winded!
Hasaarth arrowed after his beautiful queen as she began to climb again. He was large, and strong. And worthy of her! And he remembered a few of her tricks from her last flight.
He crooned after her. }: Come, beauty... come... I will fly you well and high! We will sire a very fine clutch together, you and I!:{ The pack of dragons had thinned by two or three by now, with only one brown left as the gold dared them all, teasing as she stayed out of reach. Hasaarth put on a burst of speed that surprised even his rider on the ground, nearly catching the tip of her tail.
J'darin pulled Traelyn even tighter. His voice was drowning in lust and need as he whispered, "Come, my beauty... "
The Weyrwoman turned in his arms, gray eyes dark with a need as fierce as his as her hands clutched at his tunic. And at that same moment, Nyith turned her head to see which strong bronze was soaring so very close to her. Ah...Hasaarth. She wasn't surprised. He was beautiful. Beautiful and so decidedly sure of himself! And she wanted him. With a sensual cry, Nyith folded her wings, slowing, allowing him to cover her.
Hasaarth roared his triumph to the Weyr and caught Nyith securely around, his wings working hard to control their descent, making the flight last as long as possible. His neck twined round with hers, he bugled again and again, so happy was he in his mate, and so pleased to fly her again.
On the ground clothes were shredded and tossed aside as J'darin and Traelyn found a soft pile of furs on a nearby cot. The fevered way with which he took her, pushing her backwards and thrusting almost in time with their dragons, burned hotter than even the last time his bronze had flown her queen, with Hasaarth's sheer pleasure overtaking his rider.
Disappointed, and doubly since it was a gold flight, riders vanished from sight, but the pair on the cot paid no mind at all to anything but the next kiss and the next touch. The pure passion of their dragons was so wonderfully overwhelming it almost seemed they might drown.
There was no room for gentleness, only need.
Yet below it all ran a strong torrent of 'right.' She... they... had chosen well.
Last updated on the February 27th 2007