[GREENFLIGHT] Now or Never (Open!)

[Tsunake]

She plunged unexpectedly, ready to savage any fool too slow to dodge her, but Loaeth was ready. He waited until she was nearly upon him, committed to the motion in full--and twisted to the side, throwing himself out of her trajectory. There was no gloating from him, no radiating satisfaction at his success. It simply needed to be done if he intended to win this.

It also gave him the chance to survey his competitors--including the young green that had winked past them all.

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B'nar didn't hesitate to approach once he saw her, his steps bold. "Nua," He greeted, well aware that Loaeth's hunger was reflected in his own eyes. While his blue saw no reason to spill ichor yet, B'nar drew himself up powerfully as though preparing to do battle. Whatever it took to claim her.

In truth, he had no intention of doing any such thing, but most people saw his broad figure and assumed he was ready to bust some jaws. Best to feed their preconceived notions.
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NPC Blue Loaeth: A small blue, Loaeth is often a moody and solitary creature. Doesn't hesitate to inflict his waspish tongue on people that try his patience--and his patience is easily tried. Is secretly somewhat of a daydreamer. Has an intense focus, and can be detrimental if it isn't carefully directed.

NPC B'nar: Enormous, cocksure, and swaggering, underneath B'nar's boisterousness lies a keen and eloquent mind. He often plays up the role of a dumb brute while hiding his more educated side.

Loaeth's Stats
Blue: 45 points
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Blue between 10-15 Turns: +5
Repeat pursuer: +2
Rotund: +0
Total: 62

HP: 24/24
Strength: 8
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 13
Stamina: 10
Wits: 15  

[Meepfur]

The claws were not entirely unexpected, and so while he was far from the most agile of blues, anticipation of the inevitable enabled him to slip out of the way. It was no impressive maneuver, and just enough to keep his hide unscathed - he saved the greater effort for turning to follow Sobeth's movements. She wanted him to strive? Then he would!

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The sight of quite a large man near Nua, once she'd located her, wasn't a deterrent in the least. "Nua!" she chirped as she approached, all warmth and bright smiles in the midst of what for some was a rather tense Flight; but since Maz was relaxed about it, claws or no, so was Adi. Very interested, very happy to be here, but never any degree of unpleasant even in conpetition. "B'nar~" she added, but her focus was very much on Sobeth's.

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Mazamath's Stats
HP: 30
Strength: 17
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 16 

Round 1: 3
Round 2: 15  

[Hattaki]

An uncharacteristic unease settled in the pit of her stomach with the displeasure that soaked all through her. Where once there had been curiosity there was suddenly an underlying fury and for one of the first times in her life Seirath actually had a small regret twang in her for how well she flew. Maybe that was why she tucked her wings and simply followed Sobeth soberly, no flair, no real elegance. Just a duck and twist that had her following the smaller green down into the males pursuing her.

Feeling the eyes of another upon her freckled and scale marked hide, Seirath's eyes flashed a deep red color, all purple gone. Having no desire to see the claws Sobeth had turned onto her own male suitors, her lovely brother, turned upon herself, the green gave a snarl towards blue Loaeth. There would be one she would allow to catch her should she miss her chance with the green she was chasing, but in the moment all thoughts of even Erinyeth's dark loveliness was lost on her, washed out by Sobeth's presence and disapproval.

There is only one beauty flying this day and should they believe otherwise more ichor will stain the skies. Her voice for once had no melody, only a rare threat that hung heavily on her flat voice. Seirath focused on following the angry green as closely as she could.

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Seirath's Stats
Green: 50
Less than 5 turns: +2 points
Motivated: +10
Total: 62

Strength: 9
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 17
Stamina: 6
Wits: 14

Round 1: 19/25
Round 2: 7/17  

[ShinosBee]

Whup, well, there came the claws. Despite having hung so close, Ovshth was an agile brown by nature, really more blue-like in his nimbleness, and he'd had the calm presence of mind to expect this, sooner or later. It didn't keep Ilauria from thrilling with alarm in his mind, even though he was more than able to slip out of her path of potential carnage. Honestly, all this fuss... still, he couldn't help but croon at how very lovely the red-purple of Sobeth's eyes looked, standing out like gems against her green hide. He curved to glide along in her wake, not wanting to get too close and risk damage that would have his rider even more upset with him, but also unable to even think of staying too far away. He wanted Sobeth, after all. If she'd have him. And if he could manage to get her without losing a chunk of his only newly-regrown flesh.

Such ferocity! Lovely Sobeth, I tremble in your shadow, he trilled, and though the tone was lighthearted, it was not quite a tease. He did tremble, a faint shiver slithering from his headknobs to his tail-tips... but it was not from fear of her.

Ovshth's Stats
HP: 32
Strength: 8
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 14

SCORE: 12 +  

[Smerdle]

Aleyath had time for one thought before he had to wing out of Sobeth's furious path.

I did it again.

His mind had a very bad habit of wandering during flights, surrounded by temptation as he was, and the flick of the green's claws drew a surprised honk and a Sorry, sorry! from him as he dove after her.

Quote:

hp: 34/35

strength: 8
speed: 8
dexterity: 10
stamina: 9
wits: 7

Quote:

round one (strength + speed) 9
round two (wits) 6

 

[medigel]

Perhaps his ill-fated start was a boon. Rekamuth had time to react to Sobeth’s sharp and claw-filled dive, though he turned only just away to keep tight on her. One could call that efficiency. She really did seem keen on blood, which was a shame as Reka wasn’t exactly a fighter; more a punching bag given recent chases. But he had handled pain before, and he fancied his little scars as they stood out in his pebble shimmer hide.

The younger ones stumbled over themselves, the older ones made sweet and empty praise, and here he was, delighted to soak up the little dramas that flights stirred. Though he didn’t imagine Sobeth enjoyed them nearly as much. The pretty thing really did deserve a better turn out, and he hoped to be the one to take comfort in. < By your claws then, let the infirmary fill, > the blue said merrily.

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Avoiding Adi like the plague (she was nice enough but so very loud, and he didn’t need the extra tension), Pency skulked about until he could peer around the corner wall. He immediately regretted it and pulled away at the sight of the large man already there to confront Nua.

Maybe he ought to just slink away....Yeah............

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REKAMUTH STATS
Strength: 10
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 13
Wits: 15

Round 1: 1 (strength + speed)
Round 2: (Wits)  

[demon_pachabel]

Sobeth wasn't feeling particularly impressed yet, though a certain pleasure thrummed through her at the small hint of hide she had gotten under claw. Aleyath while drawing her ire was now smoothed over with a certain tender approval for having allowed her to slake her anger on him. She'd even dare run the tip of her tail under his chin if he'd been close enough.

I am hardly impressed by the shadows I leave, Ovshth, Sobeth advised, snapping her jaws towards the brown, but not aiming to actually bite at any of his tender flesh. I rather deserve a little polished effort.

Seirath had not quite appeased that unease that had worked it's way into Sobeth. Do not humble yourself for me. I can demand their attention if I must - and I will make more than their ichor spill if I must. Sobeth had knocked her own chasers from the sky out of irritation before.

A temptation that even now strummed at her hearts. Three handsome blues, would one of them fall from the sky for her? She'd consider it less when she noted her Nua was such a center of attention from their riders.

Though Rekamuth would find her similarly snapping teeth in his direction as Ovshth had. Again, not trying to capture flesh, but she radiated frustration. Are you volunteering? she asked in low hiss.

A discerning eye was turned over Mazamath, appraising his very close dodge with a silent rumble. Was that it?

Loaeth's was the closest to hers right then and Sobeth was sharper with the familiar blue because of it when she snapped at him. Perhaps she'd catch an unguarded wing or tail tip to see if she had his attention.

Surely you are all capable of more than just being left behind me, yes? Sobeth challenged, her large wings flaring out. She was not only known for her viciousness, after all, and it would take very few downstrokes of those wings for her to catch the air and go sailing ahead of her suitors. While all dragons were meant to fly, she was particularly...agile about it after all.

Catching up would be a hard feat, but speed was not the only way to grab the green's attention.

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Nua had become the center of attention and that same part of Sobeth that wanted to be the only interest flared as Adi's - sweet, peppy, adventurous and so tasty in those ways - attention wavered towards B'nar - strong, handsome, assertive. "B'nar," Nua greeted the man familiarly, knowing that look in his eyes for exactly what it was. He'd looked at her that way before, after all and it made her smile like a sheepish little thing every time. "Adi, I was wondering when you'd find me," she greeted, pausing as she noticed a much less enthusiastic figure ducking away.

Sobeth's ire bled through her at the slight. How dare! Was she not worthy of braving a throng of beautiful suitors for a chance at?

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About Sobeth

Sobeth is a small green who is usually very mild and tolerates (and even enjoys) the company of all colors, though she is known to have a sharp tongue. Rising, however, she has a reputation for becoming vicious.

About Nua

Nua is anxious and prone to doting and fussing over people deemed to be part of her circle. She is available as a flight partner should someone choose to pursue her.

Sobeth's Stats

Green: 50
Between 6-20: 10
Motivated/Full of Rage: 10 (she chonk tho, guys, don't say anything if you want to live)
Total: 70

Strength: 8
Speed: 25
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 12
Wits: 15

NEW STAT FOR ALL
To get your HP, use your Threadfall HP which is determined by your dragon's *size*.

FLY:
Impress Me! Best Stat x2!

FIGHT:

- Declare your target (they must have posted a filled out post in the previous round!) and Roll 2d12. You can attack *anybody* regardless of score. Anybody
- Subtract the 1st dice from the 2nd dice. This is how much damage you afflict on your target!
-----> You roll a 5,8. 8 - 5 = 3 damage!
-----> You roll a 8, 5. 5 - 8 = -3 (you missed!)
-Your rolled score is a base of 10 + however much damage you inflict BEFORE MODIFIERS.
-----> 3 Damage is 10 + 3 = 13 for your score!
-----> - 3 Damage is 10 - 3 = 7 for your score!
- MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS, MODIFIERS!!
--> Because of the HUGE HEALTH GAP between a smaller dragon and a larger one, there are 2 modifiers!
-----> If you attack a dragon LESS than 7' SMALLER than you, you take -2 from your second dice (so you do 2 less damage)
-----> If you attack a dragon MORE than 7' LARGER than you, you add +2 to your second dice (so you do 2 MORE damage)
-Make sure you quote your target so they know they took damage!
------> If you have questions, ask me please!

((Next Round goes up Friday the 19th at 7:00 MST))

ShinosBee

Tsunake

Medigel

Meepfur

Hattaki

Smerdle

 

[Hattaki]

Watching ichor turn Sobeth's anger into charm, Seirath realized that there was really only one way to catch the other green's attention and for just a moment she hesitated. It was a moment that cost her any chance of being remotely close enough to the smaller green to possibly catch her. With just the briefest of hesitations she slowed in the air and Sobeth rose like a strike of lightning.

Over the last turn and few months of her life on Pern the freckled green had watched Sobeth flying, had watched quite a few greens flying, and knew them well enough that she already knew that she'd lost. While Seirath could be fast she was by no means as strong when it came to flying as the males all about her would be and though she surged through the air with an acrobatic flair, for once words failed her and silence drew out. She didn't even cover half the ground that sweet Sobeth did. The males began to catch up to her, pass her, the chance for her to gain even another few feet in the air towards her slowly went away.

Don't despair. Amra stated simply, she was leaned up against a wall watching all the commotion around Sobeth's rider, Nua with curiosity but no desire. In her mind she placed each name with each face, each movement with more information for that particular rider. How they seemed to act during mating flights and who they were interested in, the one that slunk away from the group. Just give it everything that you have.

But Seirath's stamina was short and it was nearly spent. Though she tried, she gave a wistful sigh and kept her eyes on the green before her, a song of lament already forming in her hearts. Rising was much easier than chasing, she had to give more credit to Erinyeth and Cloveth.

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Seirath's Stats
Green: 50
Less than 5 turns: +2 points
Motivated: +10
Total: 62

Strength: 9
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 17
Stamina: 6
Wits: 14

Round 1: 19/25
Round 2: 7/17
Round 3: 21/34  

[Meepfur]

Was that it? Hardly! Though he could never hope to match the speed and agility of shining, beautiful Sobeth, Mazamath powered after her with strong sweeps of his wings, and a clear, trumpeting call. He paid not an ounce of attention to his fellow suitors beyond fleeting observations about their positions relative to his, purely for the sake of avoiding collisions. Calm as he was about the whole affair, steady as always, he yearned for her no less than the rest.

Make no mistake, glorious Sobeth: I burn for you! My ardor may not be a wild one, but it is a flame that will burn long to keep you warm, and would never so much as singe your perfect hide. Of course, if she wished something less tame, that was entirely her prerogative, and he well understood the appeal.

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The bluerider couldn't help it - she was simply too sociable, mid-Flight or no, to completely ignore someone when they were also standing right there and awfully hard to miss.  But the other bluerider was nearly nothing next to Nua, as she might as well have been glowing like her green in that moment.  Sobeth was a treasure, radiant and splendid in Mazamath's eyes as he pursued her, and Nua was no less in Adi's.  For all their casual air, they did want.  Very much.

"The finding's half the fun," Adi replied with a giggle, "Well...maybe not half, but you know what I mean." Patient and still were never her strong traits, and she paced a circle around the other woman, not predatory but admiring - and would shamelessly sidle right alongside and even slightly into B'nar if not deflected, though that was about as assertive as she got.  Of the two, she might have been bolder than her dragon, but she was still made of sunshine and fluff.

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Mazamath's Stats
HP: 30
Strength: 17
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 16 

Round 1: 3
Round 2: 15
Round 3: 28  

[ShinosBee]

The trouble with needing to put on a show was that... well, Ovshth, frankly, really wasn't the sort to be a show-stopper. Even when he was at top condition, he'd never been the sort to put in as much effort as he needed to, unless Ilauria was making him—and flights, for all that they were a part of being a dragon and rider pair, were not part of what she considered their duties, and so he was left to fend for himself in terms of motivation and panache. And it wasn't so much that he wanted to disappoint Sobeth, as he wheeled and turned with an almost lackadaisical ease, more that he just... was being himself. After all, if she was going to pick someone to have her, she might as well know what she was getting into, even if only for a day or an hour. He'd be here if she wanted him, wanting her, but he wasn't the sort to twist himself into a knot over any tail, even a pretty one like hers.

I'd much rather watch you than go making loops and turns to muddle the air around you. You're the start today, after all—can't I just appreciate how you shine? He was very likely the opposite of what the testy green wanted, but at least he was being upfront about it. That was worth some points, wasn't it? Maybe?

Ovshth's Stats
HP: 32
Strength: 8
Speed: 11
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 14
Wits: 14

SCORE: 12 + 14 + 6 = 32  

[Tsunake]

Pain crackled briefly up the length of his spine as her jaws tore at a sensitive tail tip, and Loaeth steeled himself with a grunt as she blazed past him and beyond. The wound was not severe, ichor streaming behind him like a banner as he tracked her with a single-minded intensity that threatened to block out everything else. She streaked past them all in a seemingly effortless motion, and the blue snarled with frustration at his inability to match her speed.
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"Adi," He rumbled in reply, but his eyes drank in the sight of Nua's smile, never wavering in his attention. Something changed--a flash of heat in her eyes, and B'nar finally tore his gaze away long enough to see the beginnings of what appeared to be a retreat. "Pency!" The big man boomed, and he could bellow loud enough to be heard over any raging storm. "Surely you wish to do more than just admire from afar!"
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The spotted blue whirled with a hiss, fueled by his rider's callout as be sought another blue in pursuit of the prize. If the man didn't dare risk confrontation, why should his dragon?! He lashed out at the other's side with his forepaws, snarling with outrage as he struck nothing but air.

NPC Blue Loaeth: A small blue, Loaeth is often a moody and solitary creature. Doesn't hesitate to inflict his waspish tongue on people that try his patience--and his patience is easily tried. Is secretly somewhat of a daydreamer. Has an intense focus, and can be detrimental if it isn't carefully directed.

NPC B'nar: Enormous, cocksure, and swaggering, underneath B'nar's boisterousness lies a keen and eloquent mind. He often plays up the role of a dumb brute while hiding his more educated side.

Loaeth's Stats
Blue: 45 points
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Blue between 10-15 Turns: +5
Repeat pursuer: +2
Rotund: +0
Total: 62

HP: 24/24
Strength: 8
Speed: 16
Dexterity: 13
Stamina: 10
Wits: 15

SCORE: 9 + 10 +6

medigel

Aiming for Rekamuth! SWING AND A MISS.

 

[Smerdle]

Aleyath wasn't sure how he felt about Sobeth's sudden turn once his ichor had been spilled, but, to be honest, it didn't really matter how he felt. She was the one who would choose, and following his fumble, he was fairly certain she wouldn't be choosing him.

Still, he couldn't help but be bolstered by her approval, and he radiated enthusiasm as he fought to catch up.

Quote:

hp: 34/35

strength: 8
speed: 8
dexterity: 10
stamina: 9
wits: 7

Quote:

round one (strength + speed) 9
round two (wits) 6
round three (dexerity x 2) 4

 

[medigel]

< Why do you think I came all this way? > hummed the blue sweetly. < Being torn apart is well worth the company~ >

Of course, handsome as he was, someone inevitably wanted want some of that meat for himself. Rekamuth tilted his broad wings as he sped up and away from Loaeth, laughing. < A good try, but this breakfast has been reserved for another! > he called as he sailed off.

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Pency cringed against the wall and debated the merits of showing his face a second time or just hightailing it so only one disappointment would be his contribution to the whole affair. He was so glad not for the first time that Reka wasn't a green. The way Adi circled like dolphins did, herding fish before knifing in; B'nar, who may or may not also be a second away from striking out as his dragon had; the one merely watching like it was sport. How could Nua stand it?

Sinking into his usual slouch, he eventually peeled away from the wall as Rekamuth put on his own burst of speed, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. The other hand gave a mild wave.

Braving anything was never going to be his forte.

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REKAMUTH STATS
Strength: 10
Speed: 20
Dexterity: 9
Stamina: 13
Wits: 15

Round 1: 1 (strength + speed)
Round 2: 8 (Wits)
Round 3: 12 (Speed)
TOTAL: 21  

[demon_pachabel]

Sobeth had circled her courtiers, thrumming with a low irritation, each a nore guttural tone than the last. She knew what she wanted...but which one?

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Nua watched as Pency hesitantly moved to join their little group, though she again felt a certain irritation - secondhand irritation - in that B'nar's attention strayed from her. It became like an echo chamber between woman and dragon.

And it could no longer be stood for.

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She twisted in her course, not quite on a dime but quickly enough that the turn to fly back in to her pursuers hopefully did not give them enough time to scatter. Rather, give him enough time. They had come for her and there was no longer an option to back out.

(1. Mazamath
2. Ovshth
3. Loaeth)

Stop paying attention to him! You are MINE! red tones sang thru the last word as Sobeth came crashing, claws and teeth at the ready, into Loaeth. She would demand his undivided attention.

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As would Nua, who flared with the same shared temper and hissed claim over B'nar. Like Sobeth, she was not ready to share - and she would be ever so embarrassed about it later.

Tsunake

 

[Tsunake]

Her words nearly split his skull with her intensity, and even as her teeth and talons tore into him, Loaeth bugled his triumph. Snarling, he seized her with his claws, folding his wings so they could spiral down, down, down to the ocean before his wings snapped out to carry them back to her wallow.

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B'nar laughed throatily, a triumphant sound, and scooped Nua from the ground to encourage her legs to wrap around his waist. Kissing her soundly, he led her back to her weyr with a swagger in his step that let all who looked know that he'd won the hour.

demon_pachabel