Libertas Weyr

[Hockey]

Citlalith followed along behind Oristath, giving an impression of thoughtless grace. His lithe silver form glided after her seemingly effortlessly. Ever muscle was poised in anticipation, eagerly waiting for some sign. His eyes followed her as she led the chase. Exhilaration and focus kept him moving, still close, but others were close too. He hardly saw any of the others. His world was glittering red and black, anything was an insignificant speck of color that didn't fit, so he blocked it out. As he followed faithfully, the music of her voice played in his mind, taunting him further.

"Well boys, seems you're up for my little game. Care to raise the stakes?"

"Higher and higher, until all others fall," he answered her, his voice silver bells tinkling in gentle accompaniment to her beauty. His long form tensed momentarily as she turned, and he flipped quickly to the side to avoid colliding with her, his thin, almost feminine form definitely working to his advantage at that moment. Losing no time, he soon resumed his pursuit, threading his way again toward her.

The Platinum was not alone in his pursuit, nor in his enchantment. As he followed Oristath up toward the clouds, his other half on the ground was pulled impossibly close to Narna.

"Hmmmmmmm, bold are we? I like that."

J'nae's body thrilled at the heat and the closeness of hers. His hands came up to her shoulders, and he smiled invitingly. "Whatever it takes to get your attention," he said quietly. All to quickly, though, the contact was taken away, and Narna-Oristath moved on to someone else. He frowned, unhappy with the turn of events, but his spirits raised again when she didn't get so close to that other. She only taunted him, whereas he had been so close to her.

His breathing was labored from the exertion of chasing her, and a warm, dull ache was beginning to be felt where his wings joined his shoulders. It added on to the other aches from his morning's workout. If it weren't for the adrenaline rushing through him, his legs might have given out under his body's stress. In the air, though, he was still powerful, still flying strong. Nothing would stop him, and as he climbed higher into the sky his confidence grew.

[Thialyn]

((*kills finals stress*))

As the gleaming form of Oristath rose higher in the air, it was Katanyth and his long, broad wings that Chased after, wanting to leave all other competition behind him. He could, if he really wanted. But what fun was that? Winning a female was only fun if it was a challenge, after all. And Katanyth was sure he could Win if he used his every advantage to his favor. But that wouldn't be fair to the other two platinums Chasing. No. So he held himself in check though he wanted nothing more than to shoot past them both and take the red-obsidian dancing before him in his grip, to hold her tightly forever as they danced the skies together.

Only the best will meet you in these skies, Oristath, the platinum said, his rider controlling himself just enough to merely smile, the words playing in his mind as he kept an iron control on his body. He could not let his lust get the better of him. Not when there were so many other males to give him competition. As it stood, X'tair nearly growled when Narna reached out to grab J'nae's shirt. He managed to keep is reaction to a mere step forward, his eyes sparkling with the lust rising through his body.

As Oristath came close to him, the platinum crooned with delight. He had growled to himself when she showed favor to Citalith, but this change was pleasant. He flipped himself over, exposing his stomach to this tantalizing female, but he did not reach out. He could sense that this Flight was not over with, and he would not be the one to end it so soon. His human partner on the ground was having similar difficulty not reaching out to touch the tantalizing form before him. Her body heat mingling with his drove his senses crazy. The smell of her so near made him mad with desire. He wanted her. More than any other time in their history together, he wanted her. So when he reached up with one hand, it was not to grab her or touch her, but merely follow the contour of her body from her shoulder to hip, his hand inches from her body. He smiled to her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her so wild and free. Oh what this day could be like if she Chose him...

"Very much, my beauty," the man and dragon said together, the dragon flying beneath the gleaming Oristath, his light cream hide sparkling in the dawning light. The rider stood near the object of his desire, aching to touch her but knowing he could not. He would not be so forward. This was her Flight. Neither of these males would take that freedom from them without her Choice clear.

((blargh.))

[Evendar]

((Evvie would type up winning post but Flight has gone on long enough and he is tired. Besides the eggs are coming on LR!

So here we have it.

The winner is...

CITLALITH AND J'NAE!

CONGRATULATIONS!

Now jump on over to LR for the Clutching!))