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Date Posted: 21:11:28 08/26/05 Fri
Author: S'kil*Abeoth
Subject: Everyday is a new day...
In reply to: Massath & R'ven 's message, "I take it you're not a Pat Benatar fan? I'd use more current lyrics if I could find a current singer that I liked...." on 23:21:07 08/18/05 Thu

((Well, you said I could come! ^.~ And yes, Abeoth IS a Kylith weyrling, but I think he's old enough by now, with all the delayed lessons! I'm just saying he taught himself... ^^;;))

Merely moments had passed since the bugle, but that was enough of a factor to make the upcoming creature the ‘underdog’ of Massath’s Flight. Any spectator would gawk at the splendid sight of glowing emerald, persistent sapphire, all mingling in the morning sky that seemed pale to the femma’s flight-lustful, luminescent hide. Of course, only one thing was missing; competition for the blue, and selection for the green.

The solution came in the form of a loud trumpet from a beautiful beast, sliding out of between with elegance unimaginable for one that had learned with only his rider at his side.

I'm thankful for every breath I take...

The blue gave another mighty trumpet, and snapped his wings out as far as they’d go. All over a wonderful shade of sky-blue, the beast had an almost purplish colouration in the sunlight, making him a sight to behold. Profound lavender membrane shone on the outstretched wings, overshadowed by a soft sapphire that dominated the soft hide. The blue’s eyes whirled a magnificent shade of red, lustful and shining. He was here to win Massath’s affection, even if he was a tad late!

The man on his back had stopped trying to struggle away long ago, fully knowing and trusting his beast with all he had. Nestled in the flight straps as if only just thrown onto the giddy back, the man was tall, about six feet though he was only reaching age 23. Soft, light skin covered a well-toned body, all baby-fat washed away by the relentless training with Abeoth. Cloudy blue eyes dominated the pale, pointed face without seeming larger than anyone else’s, and soft, silky locks of shadowy swept around his face, reaching towards his shoulders without ever meeting their destination, and now whipping wildly in the eccentric flight of the blue. The man was calm and cool, though his eyes flashed with surprise and caution as he realized exactly where his beloved had taken him.

I won't take it for granted...

‘Abeoth... Why are we—‘

{Shh, S’kil.} The dragon hissed, his eyes only for the green. S’kil nodded, but stiffened on the azure neck. He was not sure if he liked where this was going, seeing as he wasn’t even supposed to know how to between.

However, that mattered little in the flight. All that mattered was an adult green, and adult male (which, technically, Abeoth was old enough to be considered one), and a lust breakable only by rejection or acceptation. The blue gave his cry again, and dove towards the ground, nearly scaring the entire wild heard beast flock to death with his mighty landing. He anxiously shook, literally sending his rider sliding to the ground. S’kil had to grip the mind of the blue with as much force as he could muster to keep the beast on the ground, and as the harness was finally pulled away, Abeoth gave a scream and pulled into the air, sending S’kil backwards in a sandstorm of dust.

So I learn from my mistakes...

Resisting all urge to scream again in his frustration, Abeoth flew as high as he could, trying to push himself up to where Massath was teasing the aggravating blue that had dared challenge his claim on the flight. He streamed in, coming closer to the actual flight, when—

All of a sudden, she was going down! Well, if that was how she wanted to play, he’d gladly follow her rules! Folding his wings back to his side, he fell in, now an active pawn in the game of Flight. Streaming downward, he let out a chirp at the rush of flight, the wondrous feeling of wind around his body, rushing around it—but no where near to the point of forgetting his goal, the wondrous goddess called Massath!

He literally cried out in shock when he heard the snap of her wings, and fought to untangle his, and was going to fall back in after the surprise, when he gave another start. She’d gone the other way! Far from discouraging him, he gave a trill of pleasure at her intellect. She was definitely the right one to chase, if ever he had the choice! For what fun would the flight be without a cunning emerald plotting the moves, calling the shots? Yes, he was definitely right in joining her flight!

It's beyond my control sometimes it's best to let go...

He gave a draconic whoop of pleasure as he followed her along the Weyr, and glimpsed the creatures sunning as the humans attended the celebration of the successful Hatching. Those silly males, sunning themselves in a vain sort of laziness! For why would one want to sun when they could be trying for Massath, fighting to win sight in her heavenly gaze? Such silly creatures, to not even swirl a colour into their many-faceted eyes at the wonderful and thrilling chance to be engulfed and drowned in the lust that drew him to the emerald.

He tipped slightly, and twirled on his wingtip in joyful exhilaration, making sure not to fall too far behind, for he was full of energy by just the thought of himself in the flight! He must prove himself now to her, he had to fall in and make sure to complete her every wish to the best of his ability! For only Massath mattered, her capture the only importance in life.

Whatever happens in this lifetime...

Back on the ground, S’kil pulled the flight harness aside, and stood back, leaning on a rock. He put a hand to his face, breathing hard. How hard could Abeoth pull him, and only mentally? He’d watch for this in the future, S’kil decided, but before he could do anything more, a great pressure laid itself upon him.

A hand flew to his forehead, and a soft gasp emitted his lips before the effects really started to hold the bluerider. His vision split, half ground, half air, and his mind was so jumbled he could not see the difference. Who was he? Abeoth? All he could feel was the lust of flight, the need to fly hard and fast, to prove himself to the glittering green—

So I trust in love...

S’kil/Abeoth turned, and soon found himself joining the two other men engulfed in flight-lust. His eyes darted to S’peer, but it was not a fellow bluerider he saw, but an irksome blue come to challenge him in his need to follow the emerald. This thought brought his eyes to turn and meet those of R’ven, but whether it was a rider or a luminous emerald goddess he couldn’t tell. He gave a small smile, something rarely seen on S’kil by anyone but his younger brother or his Abeoth, and gave a soft croon deep in his throat. He knew by the soft, demonic smirk that the emerald was to taunt him, Abeoth, but as it was, he loved the taunting, needed the green to recognize him the way she’d no doubt done to the irritation.

And thus, the flight got a bit more challenging!

You have given me peace of mind...

((Hey there! Sorry I’m so late—never had time between all the storms to really write it up. But, now, I’m here! ^_^ Now we’ll have fun! Now there’s a choice!
But, um... GC? Wasn’t Scarth gonna fly Elizabeth, so that S’peer and Halzay would get back together? Or were we canceling that plot?))

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