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Date Posted: 21:52:46 01/18/06 Wed
Author: Maria(Myth)
Subject: ~~This is so not Hatred~~
In reply to: Raskith & S'kar 's message, ">Blue for luck<" on 00:16:44 01/18/06 Wed

((Need you ask? I have too much plotness ready to rumble that it would be preposterous for her not to stick around!))

~~So how can I know how thick it is?~~

She was right in front of them. Right in front of them, turned around. Almost asking to be caught then and there. They surge forth with a powerful thrust forward, their blood coursing through their veins like lava. Fire rakes their body almos tlike Threadscore, only not that intense, and not generalized. They've never felt like this, not since Smith, not since anyone. Not even for Grenith, did he want her so badly. His blood was probably scorching his tissues as it raced, determined to reach every part of his body. He drew deep, irregular breaths. Irregular ot because he was out of shape, but because his heart pounded so hard that his lungs couldn't fill properly.

Maria/Myth's heart almost stopped completely when the ultimate green snaps upward, nearly vertical. Corkscrew to avoid wing-tipping the riders as they alter their course to follow Loveth. The silver-green/white-silver hide causes Myth/Maria to bugle their loudest. Proably the loudest he's ever bugled, but not wuite as loud as any of the other blue's. With the single-minded determination they had, Myth/Maria hardly remembered the other two's colors, much less their names.

Their wings rotate in the sockets to an impossibly steep angle, carrying the blue up, up, up. They use their tail to rudder their flight. Don't careen into the unworthies as they race for the best green in the weyr. His eyes, normally a placid blue or green, whirl an impossible shade of purple at an impossible speed. Their head is straining forward, forming their body into the perfectly aerodynamic shape to climb higher and higher. Myth/Maria bugle again, a slight drag on one wing changing their course until they right it. They are using broad, powerful downward stroke to lift them higher and farther, getting so close to their goal.

~~So close, and yet so far~~

They tucked their feet closer to their bodies, stramlining their shape more so they can catch her. Her...

Maria's eye grow less of her soul and more of her dragon, but also a strange expression crosses her face. It is that strange mixture of longing, and intense resentment. She struggles to repress the resentment, desiring to make them win, but...
All her other flights had ended in disaster. Though she was fully committed to Myth in his flight passion, when she came to herself she would panic, and wonder where the shard her mind went.

~~Desire, the strangest desire~~

Myth/Maria leave Maria's doubting body far behind. All that fills their mind, so close to the end, is Loveth. The desire for closer contact, the need for closer contact. The burning that filled his entire body, the prickling that accompanied it. They screamed a promise, a challenge, and a declaration.

'Anywhere you go, let me go too'

They are catching up, they are not noticing that they are still neck and neck and neck with the other two. The unworthies. The ones unfit to even attempt to take the most perfect green ever clutched. Myth/Maria would refuse to believe it if their green picked one of the unworthies. It was unthinkable. It would never happen.

((Just watch it happen...Just so nobody's surprised(and this sin't supposed to influence anything, DS), she'll proabably go a little bit suicidal if she doesn't win, but someone will come along and straighten her out. *Tat punches light out* Ah, gotta love plotness. I luv ya'll!!))

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Together we;ll be the greatest team there's ever been, ~~Glinda~~ -- Loveth, 18:52:29 01/31/06 Tue
- ~~Hatred Is Thicker Than Blood~~ -- Maria(Myth), 20:15:02 02/04/06 Sat