On the beach, D'val says "It's fish stew. Better than we usually have, but still."

On the beach, Shadara hrmphs a bit, "Fish stew, I feel like a sharding fish out of water, don't think I want to eat any relatives."

On the beach, N'all waves to Shadara, "Heyla. How are you holding up? That insufferable Rhys giving you any grief?"

On the beach, K'laarn laughs and says "Oh, I don't know about that. I don't think that Southern provides us with bad fare at all." He eyes Shadara, "You're a fish?" He teases.

On the beach, D'val chuckles.

On the beach, Shadara nods, "Yeah, one of those big ones you see out over the deep water." she says as she shifts in her seat with a groan, "Next time Saith makes me grumpy, someone remind me to take those brews the healers make up fro green riders."

You leave through the great doors.

Cove Hold Courtyard(#39RJs$)

You continue down the path towards the beach.

Cove Hold Beach, near Hold Proper(#360RJMas$)

D'val puts his jacket back on.

N'all nods to Telinda, "Heyla. I presume you've seen the report from the damage team?"

D'val says "Feh....still wet."

Telinda appears at the head of the path leading to the beach, stands there for a moment of two, hand on hip, and hand playing with the loose blonde curls of her hair. A secret smile plays over her lips, as she stands and then sweeps onto the beach, though only partway, the dress she's wearing is most definitely not for the beach! She frowns at N'all, "Do I know you? Oh, right, you're that bronzerider."

Shadara blinks at Telinda and she covers her eyes, "It's going to be a long evening."

K'laarn blinks upon Telinda's arrival and looks more than a little stunned by her appearance -- and secretly pleased. He grins bemusedly and then straightens, He knows better by now than to get upset at her, "Ah.. Telinda." He glances around to see if anyone is gazing at the charms Telinda so aptly displays.

D'val shrugs and sits on a rock.

Shadara has her eyes covered, she definitly not looking at Tel, one look was enough, "This is going to be a long night.

D'val says "How was the bath?"

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "I can't understand where all my lovely escorts for dinner went, and look, you're all out here." She slips off her shoes and totters over to K'laarn, reaching up to run a hand around his middle looking over D'val even as she does so.

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath murmers in her sleep.

From Sky Above Cove Hold, Wysonth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

From Sky Above Cove Hold, Chiaveth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

From Sky Above Cove Hold, Wysonth quietly sweeps in from between, circling slowly till the Honshu green arrives. He them erupts with a cheerful bugle and angles down.

K'laarn sucks in a deep breath and quickly reaches to gently grasp Telinda, "I was just talking about going in to dinner." He says with a broadening smile -- Telinda's sensuality is enough to dazzle any man -- especially K'laarn it seems. "I'll escort you."

From Sky Above Cove Hold, Chiaveth emits one of her characteristically exuberant bugles in return and follows the bronze's lead down to the beach.

Chiaveth wings down from the sky above the beach.

From the water, Saith swims to shore and climbs out.

Saith swims to the beach and climbs out.

Telinda winks at K'laarn, ducking out of his reach, "I can escort myself, but if you'd like to follow, I'd be pleased at that, that includes you D'val" she adds and heads over that way.

Wysonth wings down from the sky above the beach.

You walk back toward the hold.

On the beach, Tr'bor slides off of Uarth with practiced grace.

On the beach, D'val walks up the path toward the hold.

D'val comes striding up off of the sands of the beach.

You walk onto the stairway up to the Great Hall.

Great Hall of Cove Hold(#366RJMs$)

D'val steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, Aeriel slides off of Chiaveth's neck, a loving pat bestowed upon the green and a soft sigh escaping her lips.

N'all steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, From Sky Above Cove Hold, Tjainth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Tr'bor steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, From Sky Above Cove Hold, Duirath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

On the beach, J'ton dismounts from Dvorath (really) and pulls something from his straps. He turns and walks toward the hold.

On the beach, Tjainth wings down from the sky above the beach.

On the beach, Shadara chuckles, "I guess we should all go and eat." she says as she struggles out of her chair.

On the beach, Duirath wings down from the sky above the beach.

On the beach, From Wysonth's musk-smoked back, E'niel sighs as they land and he notes all the dragons. Quietly he calls down to Aeriel, "So many... I sure hope we can help."

On the beach, Shadara walks up the path toward the hold.

On the beach, E'niel lightly smooths Wysonth's neckridges before he slowly unstraps, sliding to land first on a foreleg, then on the ground.

Shadara steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

J'ton steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, T'ren slides down Tjainth's foreleg and lands lightly on the ground.

On the beach, Tjainth adjusts his leg to allow T'ren to safely reach the ground.

On the beach, Aeriel smiles softly. "Well, we'll see how Lady Tris is holding out. Perhaps they may need extra supplies. I should probably look around for my father as well."

On the beach, Duirath circles down to a neat landing in some free spot.

Telinda doesn't seem that interested in food, not that sort of nourishment anyway, and merely wanders around the hall in -that- dress, bending over and caressing the odd cheek of any man there about, flashing eyelashes, and smiles wherever she goes, "Ah, Tr'bor" she purrs, "So glad you could join us."

N'all sighs, "It's got to be close to time."

On the beach, E'niel nods, moving over to Aeriel to gently squeeze her arm, "It'll all be well again in time. Call Wysonth when you need me." A quick glance is thrown toward the large amount of dragons again as his lifemate vies for a place on the beach.

J'ton strides into the hall, looking around apprehensively. He holds a hide in his hand that looks like it's been well loved to say the very least. He murmers, "Honshu's duties." and walks over to a drudge, whom he starts to talk to.

On the beach, K'laarn watches Telinda walk away and then quickly follows after.

K'laarn steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

N'all looks over at J'ton, "Here to make sure we're not taking too much of your Hold's supplies?" He winks.

Tr'bor grins rakeishly. "Always, Oh Weyrwoman, my Weyrwoman. Whither shall you go, there shall I follow."

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth stretches out in the sand langorously.

J'ton turns from the drudge and grins, shaking his head, "Not at all, sir. Just looking for a friend"

On the beach, Aeriel smiles and nods at E'niel, with a strange kind of look in her eyes, most likely concerned about her family. She begins to look around at all those gathered, as her lifemate finds a spot amongst the other dragons.

D'val says "Reminds me, I promised Lady Tris some roses. Hope they survive the storm."

On the beach, T'dru dismounts, hitting the beach quietly. Duirath moves off, trying to find himself a little space to himself.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Saith grumbles a bit as all the ariving males shove her back towards the water she just left, << Move over and give me some room. >>

Telinda blinks and looks over at J'ton. Ahh, fresh blood. She dimples up nicely at Tr'bor's comment, "Such a responsible boy, I have a use" she grins, "for you later, so don't go away" she adds, sliding past him but not leaving without brushing her hips against him.

On the beach, Unsettled, Wysonth finds a bare spot to lounge, though his instincts won't let him completely relax. Rather he keeps finding himself gazing toward a general area, emitting ruffled warbles as he closes his wings to his sides. E'niel shivers, then brushes off the effects as he sees T'dru arrive. Waving cheerfully, the Honshu Weyrsecond calls, "Honshu's duty!"

Tr'bor throws his head back and laughs, blushing all the while. "So good to see you in such spirits," he says, bumping his hip back against hers.

N'all looks at Tr'bor and Telinda and shakes his head, "I'm surrounded by letches."

Tr'bor leers towards N'all. "I -could- be flirting with you," he says with a chuckle.

Shadara moves over to get some food, waddling through the crowd with a mutter remeicient to Saith's rumble, "Give a girl some room to get through." she mutters before getting herself something other than fish stew, "Better N'all than me."

Telinda wiggles her eyebrows as she looks back over her shoulder at Tr'bor, "I am, aren't I! And so good with it" she adds with a chuckle and a leer.

D'val chuckles, "He'd crush you like a bug."

N'all looks at Tr'bor, "And then I'd have to break you. Nothing personal."

On the beach, T'dru makes his way around the dragons, though with so many of them on the beach it takes a while for him to get to E'niel and Aeriel's area. He raises one hand in greeting as he makes it over, including both in the statement, "Southern's duty to Honshu."

Tr'bor chuckles.

J'ton laughs and shakes his head. He resumes talking to the drudge. The drudge himself looks tightlipped and uncooperative at best but nods and shakes his head with each question.

On the beach, E'niel smiles lightly at the Southern bronzed harper, "How are things at home? I've been sent down here by Honshu's Weyrleaders to offer an assistance we can."

Tr'bor looks towards Shadara. "M'lady, you look obscenely uncomfortable. Might I persuade you to accept a houlder rub?" he asks, flexing his large hands.

On the beach, Aeriel smiles warmly in greeting to T'dru, though her eyes dart about as if she is keeping an eye out for someone in particular. Nevertheless, she pays close attention to hear the news of Southern.

Shadara arcs an eyebrow and settles down in a cushioned seat, "Sure, long as my shoulders are all you try and rub."

N'all looks at Tr'bor, 'You won't be touching my assistant whilst you're. . ." he actually jerks as something inside him seems to snaps. He blinks a few times; and something about him. . .changes. . .he looks at Telinda, 'Faranth, to think I didn't notice just how .good. you look." He practically sways.

Telinda wrinkles her nose at J'ton, awws, no fun, and then looks around the hall, finally deciding on a nice brownrider lap. Wriggling herself in place she smirks up at him, "No touching unless -I- say" she adds

On the beach, T'dru runs a hand through his hair nervously. "As well as can be expected, sir." He bows his head some to Aerial, silently including her in the news. "Some places worse than others...I think there'll be a lot of repairs going on for some time." He looks owlishly at E'niel. "Did you manage to get that package I left for you with Master Lashana?"

Tr'bor grins. "Aye, Rider's Honor, it's just your shoulders," he says. Of course, he could mean Bronzerider's Honor, of which there's not much when it comes to backrubs, and one of which he's not.

D'val stretches and snags a glass of redfruit juice suddenly from a tray.

N'all sits down for a moment, and mutters what could be a mantra, "Blood only. . ." over and over and over and over.

J'ton looks over his shoulder at N'all's comment, a frown on his face, not sure exactly who he's talking to. Hopefully, N'all's not talking to him. Finding the rider's eyes elsewhere, he looks around, eyes resting on Telinda. He smiles quietly to her, noticing silently that she is quite beautiful.

D'val sips the juice, then stops, looking at it, as if he expected to taste something else.

K'laarn scowls momentarily and then smoothes out his features with a slight sigh. He strides all the way into the hall and glances around, before looking over in Telinda's direction. "Did you want some of the fish stew, Telinda?" He asks loudly, as if trying to draw her attention from others, and back to him. He glances N'all and Tr'bor's directions, frowning again.

On the beach, E'niel blinks, for a moment confused, but the light dawns and the lanky man nods as a strange sort of smile cracks across his fleshy lips. "Aye.. Safe." Quickly, he moves to change the subject, making steps toward the Hold only to pause again as he glances about at his lifemate, "Wonder what his problem is.. "

Telinda giggles at K'laarn, prying herself loose from the brownrider before sweeping over towards him, hips swaying seductively, "No stew, I have tastes for other things right now" she says slowly, her voice tinged with dragon induced passion.

N'all looks at K'laarn, and says, very clearly, but rain-man ish, "BLOOD ONLY!"

On the beach, Muinyth rumbles a deep note, comming close to sounding impatient at his rider. "Oh, shush, love." The young wingsecond tells him, though not without much affection.

Shadara shakes her head, "Oh boy, stuck in a Hold with a group of riders who's lifemates are about to give chase, lovely." she mutters under her breath, eyes kept on her plate so she doesn't have to watch any of the antics going on. So she's still shy about things, even after 4 turns as a green rider, Ahhh well."

J'ton raises an eyebrow at N'all and hums, "Blood.. hmm.. a good bloody piece of wherry meat. Just what I need" He looks around absently, eyes again and again turning to Telinda. He shakes his head a little, befuddled at his newest preoccupation.

Tiarnath> T'dru nods at E'niel, taking the subject change in stride but he does grin once rather evilly before he looks over at the arrival of his Wingsecond and her dragon. He salutes her once, doubting she can see him over all the hulking dragons about. Distractedly, he answers E'niel. "I think there's..." T'dru can't seem to complete any deep thoughts though at the moment.

On the beach, Aeriel looks up rather quickly as she notes Muinyth's arrival, and she raises a hand, waving to Shasta with a smile. Chiaveth warbles a greeting to the brown as well. She quietly excuses herself from the present conversation and begins to mingle about.

D'val mutters, "..too hot in here..need the air..."

C'al enters the hall from the kitchen, a gust of warm air following after.

On the beach, Almost as if T'dru /had/ finished his sentence, E'niel nods. He knows, he feels, even if he won't allow himself to respond to it. Shasta brings an interuption to his thoughts and he smiles, throwing her a salute as he calls cheerfully enough, "Honshu's duties.. " Wysonth shifts about uncomfortably as the Weyrsecond inches a bit closer to Aeriel; a lot like a shy child.

Shadara looks up once and gives a sort of meeping sound and her gaze goes back to her plate, "Why me? Why now, when I can't get out of here."

Tr'bor starts tapping his fingers lightly on Shadara's neck and shoulders.

On the beach, Shasta quickly frees her lifemate of his riding straps, frowning just a tad at his uncharacteristic attitude. Lugging the heavy things, she smiles, comming around his hulking form. "Helya," Is called in a friendly voice to Aeriel, her free arm bending around the thick leather braiding to salute her wingrider.

N'all looks outside, and continues to chant, at random, "Not my fault, blood only, why yes, Haven, I did love you once. until you made me go for a swim in the middle of the night. You .do. have nice legs." and it just gets worse.

D'val sets his jacket over a chair and loosens his tunic.

Tr'bor quirks an eyebrow at the suddenly insanely babbling N'all, but starts to add a little more pressure on Shadara's tense shoulders and neck.

K'laarn frowns at N'all and says only, "I know that." In a iritated voice. He just sighs, giving his weyrmate a strange glance before he nods and says "I think I've lost my appetite for food as well."

N'all looks at K'laarn, "WEYRLING!" he roars, "YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU DO AND DO NOT KNOW! I TELL YOU THAT!" He murmers, "Blood only."

C'al steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

D'val says "...wonder what he's putting in his klah..."

Shadara looks over at N'all, eyes widening a bit at his babbling, jumping at the shout, not that she can jump very far with as big as she is right now.

C'al wanders in, sneezes, and moves to get a mug of klah.

J'ton looks at N'all in suprise, stepping away from this one. He finds himself a seat a good distance away from the rider, eyes still trained on him.

K'laarn narrows his gaze at N'all and says only, "You're mistaken, Weyrlingmaster. I'm a Wingleader, not a weyrling." His arms bulge as he shifts his stance and glances again at Telinda.

On the beach, Smiling warmly as Shasta comes closer, Aeriel seems not to notice the closeness of E'niel or she wouldn't have moved closer herself now would she? "It's been too long since I've seen you, though it has been ages since I've been to Southern so it's really my fault. Chiaveth keeps scolding me for that."

Tr'bor just shakes his head and works his large, strong hands into a particularly tense knot in Shadara's right shoulder.

Telinda waggles her eyebrows at K'laarn, but moves over to J'ton, her attention focussing solidly on him for a moment or two.

Mellina leaves a swirl of curtains behind, coming from the Hearth Hall.

K'laarn's arms might bulge, but not as much as N'all's. He stands, blinks a few times, "WHy of course you are, D'ave. I have the utmost confidence in your capability to lead a wing."

Mellina glares about suspiciously.

J'ton stands quickly as he spots Mellina. He nods his head to her, murmering, "Good day, Master Mellina" True, he hasn't been to the smith craft since he was Searched, but the lady still holds a good deal of respect from him.

C'al blinks and turns, hearing the strained voices. His gaze looks around, trying to find whom is talking to whom.

On the beach, Shasta stows her riding straps amongst others, in a hastily rigged affair that protects the leather from the harsh rays of the southern sun. Sheilding her eyes from the rays of the lowering sun, she returns the honshu greenriders' smile, with a nod of her head for E'niel, perhaps giving away his location. "And Southern's duties," is replied to the man, before she turns back to Aeriel. "And how's Chiaveth doing, might I ask?" Beyond her, hidden from her sight by the brightness of the sun, Muinyth fusses, spreading earthen wings wide.

Telinda flickers a look at Mellina, oh crafter, not important, her attention recenters on J'ton, and her smile deepens.

On the beach, Gyraneth growls and then hisses as if suddenly irritated by all these other dragons.

On the beach, Uarth warbles a bit, his normal tenor going deeper and raspy, eyes blinking slowly and starting to whirl a red-violet.

Mellina pointedly ignores J'ton and finds an isolated place to sit.

On the beach, Ceruth snaps awake and knows exactly what he needs to do; insane rider not withstanding. He heads towards a fat buck and guts it with one swoop. He drinks the blood with draconic lust.

On the beach, Simath looks around as he awakens, with an agitated rumble to the assembled dragons.

J'ton raises one eyebrow and looks away from the woman, back to that wonderful pretty lady with the goldrider knot on her shoulder. How beautiful her smile is. He shakes his head a little and takes his seat, definitely bewildered.

On the beach, Gyraneth suddenly strikes at the haphazard pen of wherries, grabbing one and tearing at it's neck with his fangs. A spary of crimson paints the sunset a moment as he drinks.

On the beach, T'dru isn't sure what's going on between everyone on the beach. His normal clear thinking seems incredibly muzzy at this time and it doesn't get any better when Duirath decides he's going to get out of his normal charming temper and looks angrily around at the suddenly crowding bronzes and browns.

On the beach, Aeriel chuckles. "Oh she's quite pleased with herself now that the Weyrlings have graduated. She's convinced that she trained them, you see so she's struting all around the Weyr and preening. It's really rather amusing." Aeri tucks a loose lock of hair behind her ear as she looks over at E'niel and seems almost startled, stepping to the side just a bit.

Telinda takes a seat next to J'ton, one hand reaching out to place on his lap. Such a nice boy. No need for words in situations like this.

C'al frowns a bit, and takes a drink of his klah. His gaze continues to wander, but this time he appears to be mentally taking notes on something, looking first at one, then another, rider.

K'laarn frowns again at N'all and looks concerned for the other bronzerider. "N'all, are you alright?" He questions?

D'val grasps the redfruit juice again and downs it.

Shadara shivvers in her seat and she just kind of ducks her head as Saith tells her what's happening on the beach, Lovely."

N'all looks at K'laarn, "Of course I am, D'ave. But I'm afraid I can't open the stable doors."

On the beach, Without warning, Dvorath lets out a loud bellowing trumpet. He launches himself at a herd of bleeting, cowering herdbeasts, capturing one in razor talons. He slashes at the creature, dispatching it with a messy kaleidoscope of blood, gore and bones. Greedily, he begins to lap up the blood around him, his eyes glowing of the similar scarlet.

On the beach, Tjainth rises up into the sky and comes down in the middle of the Pen of beasts landing directly on one, breaking its back. he quicky rips out its throat and feasts on the warm, spurting blood.

On the beach, Muinyth leaps into the sky, hurtling himself more than flying, for the roped off area set up to contain herds of herdbeast and wherry. Sand, picked up by the whirlwind forces of his wings, fills the air, but he's soon beyond. Below him, as other males join in, the milling herds catch some inkling of what is about to befall them. But, not before the sandstone brown sinks inky black talons into the flesh of a buck.

On the beach, Gyraneth hisses long and low and stands over his blooded kill. His tail whips as he drinks the scarlet flow.

Tr'bor narrows his eyes at the other males in the room and digs in a bit more on Shadara's shoulders, causing the greenrider to wince slightly. "Sorry," he mumbles.

On the beach, The turns that E'niel has accumilated flake off as his hand brushes up against Aeriel's, causing his cheeks to redden as his hand whips up, fingers curled, to be cradled to his chest. All these motions are absentminded, almost as if the rider inside wasn't present. The strangeness of the moment is gone as he reaches over to grasp Aeriel's shoulder, eyes dark, "Weyrlingmaster, it is probably best you find your family... " A quick nod is directed toward the awakening bronzes. Wysonth amongst these, though he remains quiet, though alert as his perfectly shaped head pivots about, seemingly seeking out a prey of some sort.

T'dru steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

T'ren steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, Aeriel nods quickly to E'niel and moves about toward the hold and away from the awakening dragons, only just now realizing what is happening.

J'ton looks at the woman's hand almost as if he had never seen one before. His expression softens as he reaches for her tenatively. Everything about her seems clear, new, exquisite, perfect, perhaps the first woman he's ever seen so clearly in his life.

On the beach, Simath joins the others in jumping the fence into the makeshift feeding pens, his head launching forwardand his jaws closing around the neck of one of the wherries.

Shadara whimpers a little at the hard pinch and she rubs at her face, 'I'm me to big to run and hide before it gets worse.

On the beach, Rnayth growls softly in the back of his throat for no obvious reason. Or, perhaps the reason is obvious enough. Like a torch set to dry brush and bursting to flame, the bronze rears up on his haunches and spreads his molten wings wide. He launches to the air, sparks from a fire shooting to the sky, then comes down to the earth again, arching through the air toward one of the beasts in the temporary enclosure on the beach. He screams stridantly as he sinks toward them, firing fear admist them -- along with other males. His ebony claws strike solid flesh, burning through it as he kills the herdbeast with a savage chomp of ivory fangs. Blood splatters out, sizzling on his breast as he begins to drink.

Aeriel steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, Shasta nods, curls whipping around her face as the nearby Muinyth heads for the feeding grounds. The action is rather absentminded, her attentions' on the roped off feeding grounds. In what would otherwise be rather rude behaviour, she takes a few steps, heading towards the hold.

On the beach, E'niel follows behind T'dru, as if a puppet on a string and the strings are being pulled by something or someone within the Hold.

<Southern Weyr> Shadara chuckles and grins, Oh, I'm logging :)

On the beach, Tiarnath shudders violently, coming fully awake in an instant - it takes no more than a blink of an eye, or the beat of a heart. Her emotions rage with the need for blood, hidden no longer by the somniferous of sleep but now powerful and primeval, overcoming the normal dominance of her exuberance. Gold hide no longer muted, but fully blazing, unfolds like a blossoming rose, slowly at first -- as the last rays of sunshine catch her colouring and appear to turn her hide into antique weathered metal -- then quicker -- like an avalanche gathering speed down a mountain -- as she catches a glance of the males feasting on her beasts! She snarls, low and deep, and her tail lashes almost at the same moment as her wings snap open and launch her into the air, heading for the males with the intent on correcting them on a few things!

On the beach, Gyraneth hisses at a cowering drudge who runs off, tools left behind to be trambled in the growing bloodlust. He harries a herdbest that, with a final and sudden honk of fear, becomes so much limp flesh. He drinks grrdily.

K'laarn sways slightly, dizzied a moment and then he blinks his eyes. "Shards." He breathes. "Why -now-?" His jaws grits, muscles tightening throughout his entire body. "Why does it have to be -right- now?"

On the beach, Gyraneth bugles as the gold rouses.

N'all looks at K'laarn, and starts to say something, then lucidity snaps into his eyes and immediately he begins wresting control from Ceruth to him.

Telinda gasps, emotions flooding through her as her link to her lifemate snaps into full awakeness, and her face flushing a deep pink at her circumstances -- the hand reaching to J'ton snaps back to her lap and she jumps up from her seat, "Oh Faranth! Tia, -now-?! Couldn't you wait a day?!" she exclaims, shoulders slumping. "Shaffit!" and she stamps her foot as her eyes glaze, "Don't you -dare-! Blood, only the blood" she says, lowering her voice to a mutter.

T'dru makes his quiet intense way in, hanging around the fringes of the other riders.

D'val closes his eyes and shivers a moment.

C'al's eyes lock on his glass, though his mind and thoughts are out on the beach with Simath.

On the beach, Uarth lets out one good hollering bugle, then leap-wings his way over to a poor, unsuspecting wherry-buck and disembowels it very bloodily, getting more on himself and the sand than in him.

On the beach, Dvorath lifts his head from his first kill, brown muzzle stained and lined with the steaming blood of the herdbeast. He bugles to the queen, stepping back to better see her, to take in her radiant splendor. Besides, his last carcass was dry. He lashes out, catching a wherry buck by the neck. With a shake, he snaps the creature's neck in two, drowning its cries into bubbly silence. His jaws close and blood spurts from between them as he begins to feed.

On the beach, Muinyth lowers his muzzle to the form of the still kicking herdbeast, sinking sharp teeth into its throat. Red blood spurts upwards, painting the granite face of the brown dragon with macabre petroglyphs, runes of some ancient fertility rite. Earthen wings mantle over his kill, the arrival of Tiarnath catching his eye. A low hum, of a quality felt more than heard, emmanates from his throat, before he resumes blooding with renewed vigour.

On the beach, Simath drains the beast, and tosses the now-dessicated carcass aside as he launches for a conveniently nearby herdbeast that is fleeing one of the other feasting beasts.

On the beach, Tjainth keeps his eyes on the glowing gold as She heads toward the pen. He snags another beast and drinks the blood that flows from the gashing wounds he just opened in the neck, but also making sure to stay out of th eway of the Gold.

J'ton sits up suddenly in surpise. He murmers, "Now?" His eyes gray, touching his lifemate's mind briefly before they grow wider. He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, worried.

Shasta steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

Tr'bor feels his mind-touch with Uarth twang and his eyes go wide just before he clenches tight on Shadara's shoulders. Putting his hands at his sides, he looks down to her. "I, uh... I best stop now, before I hurt you," he stammers.

On the beach, Not one to be left behind, Wysonth unfurls his sienna spiced wings, beating them once, then twice as they carry him toward an unsuspecting herdbeast that busies itself watching Gyraneth with horror filled eyes. Frozen to its spot, the poor creature doesn't even try to flee as the bronze catches him by surprise, breaking his back in one resounding snap. The cold-cast muzzle dips into a clawed opening to lap at the warmth of life that now flows freely.

Shadara mutters softly an shakes her head, "No Saith, I Don't want to know what they are doing, it's bad enough already." she mutters to her lifemate as she looks at J'ton, "Make him blood only, or he'll be to heavy to give chase." she says, AWLM knot glimmering on her shoulders.

On the beach, Rnayth swings his head 'round, wedge shaped noggin dominated by the lurid glow of deepest violet. Blood stains his jaws liberally, masking him like a bandit. His tail lashes in the sand, scattering it violently as he drops the empty carcass to the crimson-stained sand. His hindclaws gouge the ground as he steps forward, lithe body moving sleekly like a copper serpent. He strikes, darting forward, bringing down another herdhbeast and rending through its throat swiftly as his tongue darts out to begin the process of leeching it of its life's blood. He hunches down over this beast, wings mantling over him like a red-gold cloak as he watches, eyes fixated on the golden rose, brilliant in the orange sunset. His attention flickers only a moment, but it is only to check his competition with a hateful gaze.

K'laarn rakes a hand through his hair and gives Telinda a desperate glance. "Tiarnath is rising?" He queries. "I thought it might be her, considering.." His eyes flicker mutely over Telinda's revealing gown.

On the beach, Ceruth roars over his shoulder towards the Hold proper and then focuses his attention to the task at hand. Leaping aloft with a precise synchronization of muscles -- he slams back down to the ground -- catching another herdbeast within his talons. As he rends the beast in two the crimson spray becomes a entropic prism -- the droplets of the dying beast's blood causing a deep shadow of red to cross Ceruth -- turning his normal burnished lamp bronze to take on a demonic cast as his eyes whirl -- sanguine gems set in an inferno.

On the beach, Duirath doesn't waste any energy whatsoever on bugling. That time's past. Seeing Tiarnath awake and it seems like an eternity that he's been waiting, he makes a lumbering hop into the pen, snagging a herdbeast by the throat. A quick shake and the animal's neck snaps, and he drags it back, hissing once at another bronze who's overstepped the boundaries. Territory reclaimed as the other dragon gets warned off and finds his own victim, he lowers a dark bronze muzzle to drink in the poor beast's sustaining lifeblood.

J'ton nods to Shadara, looking uncomfortable at best with the situation. He murmers a little, "I know" as he stands, another hand going to run through his hair. He lets his eyes go to Telinda again, prefering to look at her and let his worries calm then anything else.

On the beach, Tiarnath lands in the midst of the beasts that have been corralled here, backwinging furiously to slow her descent. Her wings fan out - filtering the setting sun into brilliant gold and highlighting her pinions with flickers of flame - almost as if they were sail on a ship, billowing out to fight an impending storm. This ship seems to be fighting the battle against the waves for a moment, as the gold looks over the herd that mills around at her looming presence, but not for long as the ichor singing through her veins and arteries demands a price -- blood! Rapacious talons, extended in magnificent fury, reach out to ensnare a wherry, talons raking across the both jugular and carotid to sever the life contained within. Crimson liquid splashes upwards, like the spray from the wake of a boat, but soon disappears beneath the gold's head as she lowers her muzzle to feast on the flesh and blood that summons the pumping ichor.

N'all looks outside, 'Don't you challenge me you oaf!"

E'niel steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

On the beach, Uarth warbles towards Tiamanth, the red liquid from one beast mingling with a second carcass that he doesn't remember attacking. Making sure they're both empty, he crouches down, wiggling his backside like a giant reptilian feline.

Telinda's face pales, drained as it is of all blood, and her hands clench into fists as her sides. A vein starts throbbing in time with her heart in her temple, picked out in a tiny line of pale blue, as her eyes lock and she begins the time honoured dance of fighting -- will to will -- with her lifemate. For she will rise, but not laden with flesh. "Blood, blood, blood, blood.." Telinda chants.

On the beach, Muinyth crouches low, eyes whirling violet sparked with angry reds. His umber-streaked wings spread wider, as a powerful thrust from his hindquarters sends him careening towards the herds again. Narrowly missing a mid air collision with Ceruth, he swats at a terrorized herdbeast, the first contact merely ripping bright red gashes over her flanks, the second, more powerfull, sending her tumbling. As the dust and sand clears from the air, the sandstone form of Muinyth can be seen, hovering over the beast, lapping her lifes' blood as it spills to a pool in the sand she lies in.

On the beach, Gyraneth hisses and whips his tail about again, keeping the other males at bay. His eyes follow Tiarnath as she bloods, a low growl passing over his fangs like rolling thunder. His wings twitch and his blooding seems more intense as he leaves the ravaged remains on the ground of the pen.

On the beach, Simath takes his time on the beast before moving to another with a welcoming bugle to the gold as she works on her own feasting.

On the beach, Dvorath watches Tiarnth intently, eyes burning orange and red with annoyance and fury and infused with the deep amethyst of lust. A fire burns within those whirling, faceted eyes and reaches deep within the brown's large body. He drops the wherry with a dry, meaty thump on the beach and settles to his haunches, content to watch the golden beauty before him and wait.

E'niel stumbles in, blinded by the scene that plays behind his eyes. A seeking hand reaches out, first coming in contact with a table, fingers dabbling across the surface, searching out something warm to grasp. A couple more unsteady steps bring him up near the Honshu Weyrlingmaster, and by scent, he marks her idenity and reaches for her arm, curling his lengthy fingers tightly about the bicep. Quietly he hisses, "Find your family.. " in a tone that hedges an order. Strangely enough, he doesn't let go of her arm though, fingers clinging of their own accord.

On the beach, Gyraneth's eyes watch the blood as it drips off the golden fangs, in his eyes a luminescent glow against the fading sunlight.

On the beach, Rnayth's body is electrified and energetic, muscles tense with anticipation. His neck arches, gleaming with ruddy hue as the burnt horizon gleams in darkest hue over his bright, fire and bronze hide, causing him to burst into color like a super-hot flame. He rears up, tongue snaking over his jaws to clear away the last of the blood. Wings poise, ready to stroke the wind with his lover's caress. He has finished his blooding, sated himself on the vermillion, viscous liquid that so recently flowed through the veins of living creatures, but -- no more. His masculinity is obvious in the poigant posturing that he does for Tiaranth on the beach. The waves roll up, crashing into his haunches, but unable to extinguish the living inferno that threatens to swallow up the sanded dunes darkened by evening.

Shasta stumbles into the Hall, near on the heels of E'niel. Perhaps a bit more in control, the young wingsecond stands, shoulders thrown back, chin in the air - a stance rarely seen out of her since her weyrling days. Pale, eyes wide open, she gazes around the hall.

On the beach, Ceruth roars as he rends another beast. Chaos follows form as the dragon eviscerates another buck; the clean cut of his razor-talons results in the chaotic spewing of innards. He lowers his muzzle to drink from the serum that once was the animal's life fueling a life of a different sort; the lust of bronze dragon. He raises his muzzle to the sun; the vermillion caste upon his muzzle augmented by the suns own dying light.

C'al is here, but only just. A chance sneeze does disturb his concentration as it sends a spray of klah from the mug he is so intently staring at.

K'laarn watches Telinda in silence, though he does move closer to her, nearing her presence as if he can't resist the magnetic draw of her personality. He is intent, purposeful as he inches toward her.

On the beach, Duirath drains his first victim dry, eyes whirling in passionately intense reds and oranges. He doesn't care to drink anymore, instead focusing intently on Tiarnath's glowing gold hide. Secrets? His concentrated expression surely thinks she has some. Look at how she changes colors, gleaming more attractively than any storm-cleaned sunrise. There must be something to that.

Aeriel looks up at the Weyrsecond, and gasps very softly before she regains her composure and stares at him rather intently. "I think it would be best to wait until after...well, after..." she nods in Telinda's direction as if that should be a clear enough indication of what she is referring to. "...then I will go and find my family. Everything should be fine, they are probably just hosting a few guests in their cothold anyway." She watches E'niel as she speaks, knowing her words are lost on him most likely, and yet hoping speaking normally about such mundane things might soothe him a bit if nothing else. She makes no move to remove his hand from her arm, simply waiting patiently.

On the beach, Remaining fairly quiet, the young tarnished Wysonth nudges aside the broken beast, only to let his slowly whirling eyes play across the field of beast, dead and alive. Thirsty, he marks his distant prey, then launches over the heads of the blooding males to land a few feet away from the gold of choice. His landing brings him down hard on the skull of a hapless herbeast though the crackling noises of the crushing weight is muted by the silken warbles that emit from his fledling maw, trying to draw /her/ attention his way.

On the beach, Tjainth looks around and quicky reaches out and snags a wherry, biting its head off with a quick :CHOMP: he quickly drains the carcas of blood before tossing it off to the side.

On the beach, Denied the flesh by the overpowering will of her lifemate, Tiarnath snarls, tossing aside the limp body of the drained wherry to lie on the ground like a shipwreck on the ocean floor. The miniscule taste of blood only fuels her taste for more, the emotions rushing over her and surrounding her, like waves crashing on a beach. Thunderous is the roar that she bellows towards the males as she regards the pathetic bundle of flesh and bone that she just tossed aside, before she spreads her wings to dazzle any onlookers on with the reflected colours of Rukbat's valediction to the day. Nonchalantly she selects her second victim, willing or unwilling it makes no difference to her, and jumps into the air, using her wings to allow her to drift over towards the herdbeast that runs from her! Wings mantle over the squealing animal that writhes in the throes of death, only a faint halo of blood visible on the ground as Tiarnath slices open the belly to feast on the suppurate wound.

Telinda scowls, brows pulling together as she fights to maintain the balance between her lifemate and herself. Eyes darken perceptively, no longer the bright dancing blue of a summer's sky, but more the darkened sky, clouded in by a raging storm.

T'dru starts to sit down, but can't tolerate that. So he tries walking around some. Maybe if he walks enough, that itching sensation will go away. Since he's not really looking where he's going, he barks his shin on one of those pesky benches that always seems to get in his way. The pain does momentarily distract him, but only for a minute. He rubs at the injury absentmindedly and somehow commen sense gets through and he goes back to just standing still.

On the beach, Muinyth drains the use out of the herdbeast with ease, hovering on the outskirts of the feeding grounds. With one swipe of his forepaw, the beasts' limp form tumbles yet again, landing splay-legged a distance away. Despite the frantic terror of the herds, the herdbeasts' body is soon surrounded in wherries, thier mistake only learned too late, for one. Almost absently, as the brown's whirling eyes focus on the golden form oh, so close, Muinyth snags one of the winged creatures, barely giving it a chance to shreik with its last voice.

On the beach, Dvorath cleans the blood from his shapely muzzle, large muscles bunching benieth his hide in anticipation as he pulls his energy into his haunches. Blazing eyes continue to follow every move of Tiarnath, thriving on her very being just as much as he had the blood of the dead creatures at his feet.

On the beach, Uarth swipes at a herdbeast, toying with it, giving it minor flesh wounds. When the silly thing is finally crippled into a pain-induced seizure, he clamly hacks into it with his sharp fangs and sucks his third beast dry, lashing his tail, creating a minor sandstorm behind him.

Fingers taunt about Aeriel's arm, E'niel shakes his head clear, even if only briefly. A certain saddness marks his cloud-filled eyes as he looks at the Weyrlingmaster. Shaking his head in obvious disagreement to her words, he lets go to make his way toward the closing ring of riders about the weyrwoman. The moment Aeriel is out of his sight she is forgotten; his only thoughts drip with blood and passion, and they are directed toward toward the woman apropriately clad in crimson.

On the beach, Rnayth shifts his bulk in a manner that belies the massive weight the small bronze carries. He handles it as if it were nothing more than a feather's breath. Wings lash the air, jagged hot flames battering at the air. His nostrils flare, breathing in the scents of blood and salt that whips around his body in the wind. His tail thrashes in the water behind him, kicking up liquid diamonds that sparkle against the multivariate hues shifting in the atmosphere. Still he waits, impaitent twitch flexing in his muscles for Tiarnath to seek her freedom in the air.

Shasta's dark green eyes locate what they seek, not far from where she stands. Breath caught, the girl simply stands, watching, oblivious to the errant curl of hair that obscures her view of the rest of the room. So long as she has a clear view of Telinda, the brownrider remains where she is, ragged breath comming in half gasps.

K'laarn's breath is quickened as well, matching the pants that come from others. Sweat slicks his hair, running down his brow and stinging his eyes. He blinks and then rubs the b ack of his arm against his face, drying his bronzed and wind-roughened skin. He shifts his stance, almost an echo of the tense and excited manuverings of his dragon on the beach.

Bewildered to say the least, J'ton makes his way towards the ring of riders. Strength in numbers, right? He nudges gently against a bronzerider, somehow convincing him to move aside. His eyes remain on Telinda, hands clenched by his sides.

D'val breathes deeply and grabs another mug of redfrut juice.

On the beach, Ceruth might not be as graceful or as arresting as the gold that is currently demanding his attention. But even as a majestics ships often run aground his attention is commanded by the desire to continue this ritual of bloodletting. Immersing himself in the abyssal depths of his lust he captures another beast with his talons. This time he is clean, almost fastidious as he lowers himself to the fissure he has created. The fastidiousness vanishes as soon as he tastes the blood and the vigor of feeding takes over. This beast complete, he casts it aside as a the fisher casts aside that which is snared in his net.

On the beach, Carcass dangling from his maw, Wysonth suckles while watching the brillance that shines before him. At no moment does he let the daughter of the sun out of his sight, his claws reaching of their own accord to snare a bird, breaking its neck as he spits out the old to refresh the blood supply that dribbles down his darkly hued chin.

N'all's gaze remains locked outside; continuing the mentle grappling with Ceruth. No one is in this cavern with him. He is in his own world.

Aeriel slumps into a chair along one of the walls, as far away from the crowd gathered around Telinda as possible. She shivers, hugging herself as if unsure whether she should be here or not, and yet not making any motion to leave, just keeping as much distance as she can and making herself as unnoticable as possible.

Tris steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

A'ric steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

Piet steps onto the stairs from the path running below.

A'ric walks in, rubbing his face, "I swear...th' timin' couldn't've been better." His voice is dry, as he nods to people in general.

On the beach, Tiarnath bugles triumphantly at the bloodbath around her, the ichor beginning to pound through her body, the muscles rippling with power that surges under her golden hide. Her part in the massacre is not yet complete yet, more is needed and soon! Her head drifts around, searching for her next sacrifice. Spotting the one in amongst the herd that mills from one end to the other of the corral, she merely waits, patiently, and becomes still. Then, just as the beast runs by, she erupts from the dormant state, like a volcano pushing up from the ocean floor to become an island. Instead of lava though, the gold's muzzle runs bright with scarlet lifeforce as the animal ends its life at the end of her talons, before it satisfies her lust for fuel.

A'ric heads for the kitchen, muttering.

Mellina peers towards the huddle of dragon riders. Strangely she has a cruel calculating look on her face.

Shivering in midst of the violent temperament that her lifemate is now exhibiting, Telinda's eyes shut, trying desperately it might seem to block out the vision. No good comes of that though, and eventually she has to admit it, letting them reopen, but not before she finds something to steady herself against.

Piet pauses inside the door, raises one eyebrow, and glances back toward the door, heaving a small sigh. Great.

C'al sniffles a bit, then returns to focusing on Simath.

On the beach, Gyranethmakes a gutteral hiss as he finishes the lifesblood of the poor breast he dispatched. He drops the limp package with a wet thud to the grasses and ignores it as his vision narrows onto the glowing hide of Tiarnath before him. His wings flw open somewhat as his vison carresses over the sleek lines of her body, the svelte motions...

On the beach, Uarth lets loose with one more bellow, his muzzle spraying blood and gore left and right. He brings his head back level with the gold and watches her through slitted violet-red eyes. Flapping wings and lashing tail that are meant to look scary and impressive make him look like some child's toy gone horribly wrong.

Piet pushes through the curtains and enters the Hearth Hall.

T'ren notices the movement at the door, turns and waves slightly to Piet......oops.

Tris looks around awkwardly as she tries to decipher what's happening. It's clear this isn't the best time to join the crowd however. "Anyone for a picnic in the woods?" she profers.

On the beach, Dvorath cocks his head a little and lashes out for a small wherry doe, quickly dispatching it and drying it with a swift motion so unlike such a large brown. He tosses the body aside, now completely attentive of Tiarnth. He crouches, the new coat of blood on his muzzle shining dully in the setting sun, his eyes whirling with the unquenched fire of desire deep within him, his wings trembling slightly as he waits.

On the beach, Simath hops off the herdbeast he has been drinking so deeply of, and onto another, a young, energetic thing that hangs on quite a while, it's life's blood contributing to Simath's quest for the gold.

On the beach, Tjainth crouches and watches the beautiful, glowing gold waiting for her to make her move so he can give chase.

D'val looks to the young Lady Holder, "Tiarnath bloods. A gold rises on the nightfall.

On the beach, Rnayth trumpets in an echo of Tiarnath's triumphant tones, encouraging her, urging her onward with his brassy notes. He lurches away from the water, heat fleeing the chill of water. He drips on the beach, speckling the sand with drops like liquid fire that drain into the thirsty ground. He lurches closer to the gleaming golden Tiarnath -- growling darkly with lust.

T'dru vaguely hears the Ladyholder's comment and does his best to be polite, harper training taking over automatically. "No thank you ma'em. I'm busy right now. Maybe later...?"

C'al glances up, "I'd normally say yes, but Simath insists.

Tr'bor blinks at the Lady holder. Hrm. Picnic. "Uh, no offense m'lady, but no. Especially nowhere near the beach."

On the beach, Muinyth raises his muzzle from his latest kill, the wherry's clipped wing waving lifelessly in the breeze. Filling his eyes with the splendour of Tiarnath, he lurks over the drained carcass, as the sun's rival bloods again. His own ichor pounding through vessels, talons curl, digging into the bloodless flesh of the wherry he yet holds captive.

K'laarn makes no excuses, but asks, "Lady, are you mad to ask such a thing -now-? Tiarnath is rising!" He explains in a silibant hiss of need and deep desire.

Tris nods, and gathers some things up herself. She'll make her own picnic then!

C'al continues,"But if you do, I think there is some fresh herdbeast available..."

On the beach, Duirath has this puzzled look in his eyes. He got so engrossed in watching Tiarnath that he totally forgot about those other panicked herdbeasts and wherries running around. Oooh. She looks like she's done, so Duir readies himself bound and determined he'll be the first one right up there after her.

Tris heads out through the hearth hall en route outdoors.

Tris pushes through the curtains and enters the Hearth Hall.

On the beach, Ceruth next movement is aqueous; fluid and as unforgiving as the surges of the ocean against the rocks at the shore. All things will be worn down by time. Time that has ended for this wherry buck as Ceruth tears through it's neck. The decapitation leaves the beast twitching; the gaping hole where his neck used to be is the perfect outlet of the blood he so needs to give chase. The spasms of death subside only as Ceruth's lust builds. With a defiant roar he announces that he is ready. Muscles tense in the preparation of launch. . .the preparation of flight. . .the preparation of chase. This hunt is now over; but the greater hunt is yet to begin.

Shasta stares, fixatedly, at the scarlet figure before her, the blood red of her attire blending well with the visions that cross the brownriders' eyes. Step by rigid step, the young woman steps forward, easing her way between distracted riders.

On the beach, As Tiarnath captures the beast, all the sky errupts with a hurricane force roar as Wysonth bellows his pleasure to the autumn-colored heavens. Rippling night lingers still below the surface, eclipsing the daylight that casts over the soulful arch of his elegant warmly hued neck. As the night vies for purchase across his still form, the dragon stands statuescly still, watching, waiting for any sign of upward movement from the gleaming gold creature. In the distance the sun comes down to kiss the sea, gentle moments of glory missed by the Honshu bronze, so rivited is he.

On the beach, Tiarnath sated now, glances around the bloodbath that threatens to extinguish the life from the grass below, and then snarls. What are these males doing here?! This, this is -her- feeding area! As the ichor powers thought and a sunbeam that flickers through the clouds of the approaching evening sets her hide to shimmering even brighter, she decides that she needs to head away from this impudence! In a perfect symphony of timing and movement, she spreads out her wings, leaving traces of fire where they once were, and tenses her hindmuscles, before crouching and leaping into the sky. Freedom! Exquisite freedom!

On the beach, The dragons head into the sky, Tiarnath first, followed by an array of bronze and brown males.

Eyes going wide, Telinda gasps and looks around. She doesn't want to be here. Not now. Desperate she looks for someone, drags them close with a hand to their sleeve, and demands harshly, "Take me somewhere where I won't be disturbed! Now!" she snaps. The lad takes one look at the goldrider and runs off, Telinda still grabbing ahold of his sleeve.

The resident blanches perfectly white, then heads off, Telinda still hanging onto his sleeve.

In the Hall, T'dru follows blindly after Telinda into the kitchens, and this time, he's not trying to snatch a bubbly.

The other riders follow Telinda to a nearby Cothold.

On the beach, Wysonth's vigilant watch over Tiarnath brings him into motion almost the exact moment she moves toward the sky. Wings cast wide, the departing rays of sunlight catch and hold, playing a rapid game across the polished wingsails as they slam down hard top capture the warm air. Quick movements propell the young bronze upward, seemingly with no real direction, but rather with a seeming fearful moment of loss. Loss of her... He cannot lose /her/.

Telinda takes one look around the small cothold, it's not home, but.. Her guide spots someone sleeping on the bed, and wakes them quickly, pulling them outside as the male riders head inside. Telinda slumps against a wall, eyeing the riders with gross mistrust and uses her fingers to guide her, eventually reaching a chair that she eagerly sinks into.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tiarnath lets her wings spread out in majestic glory, testing the air with her wingtips, tilting them first one way then the other, searching for that all elusive thermal to carry her away from the bloody carnage. Stretched to their fullest extent, fueled by the blood coursing through the ichor in her veins and arteries, they aid her powerful downsweeps, letting her take full advantage of the thermal once found. Leading edges snap taunt, sending her high and disappearing toward the horizon, allowing the bronze and brown dragons to drop further and further behind her shining form, spreading out across the twilight of the burgeoning night. This odd parody of liquid light, muted by the promised blanket of the evening, arcs across the sky, trailing after her, like a rainbow trailing its fingers across the sky. Legend has it that at the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold, so surely this is Tiarnath's personal rainbow.

J'ton flanks the Weyrwoman as he walks in, finding his own spot along the wall. He leans against that and slumps to sit on the floor, his head in his hands and his eyes on Telinda.

Unlike his lifemate, E'niel lingers behind, slow to move, and all that much slower of mind. His feet bring him along accordingly, but only as far as the door. A quick shift and the man slides down beside the doorframe, unable to make it a step further. All is lost in that moment, and he becomes one with his love... completely.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth stretches his wings wide as he strives towards Tiarnath, her hide gilded by the failing rays of the sun, an ember in the growing dark. He strains after her quick moving form. The taste of blood still fills him as he watches the elusive gold, his eyes swirling in their lust, their need.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth moves into action as soon as Tiarnath's brilliant wings carry her up into the sky. His foreclaws rake the air, as if he were carving himself a path through the sky. Wings spread wide, swallowing the sunset that stretches across a twilight horizon, becoming the dying sun that seeks to rise back up from the ocean, to stave off the final death and to capture the moon. The luminescence of Tiarnath's hide reflects that moon, beguiling him into his feverent chase: the sun seeking to mate with the moon.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth rides the zephyrs of the Hold. Not the same currents of the weyr. He is not cirrus, he is not stratus. He is the thunderhead. Storms of fury rage on currents of blood. The gale that is his lust propels him forwared. Might and grace merge into one function with this bronze; always graceful for what he is. If Tiarnath is the sun that must be chased; he is the comet that orbits around her, streaking towards perihelion.

Telinda eyes the other riders in the room distrustfully, but not for long as her attention is quickly grabbed, and firmly held, by her lifemate as she carries the weyrwoman along for the flight. In the chair, Telinda tilts a little from side to side, finding those thermals with her lifemate, soaring up high with her lifemate, centered with her lifemate.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Bunched muscles releasing and bunching again in rhythmic motion, Dvorath wings higher and higher still after Tiarnath. His wings spread wide, propelling him further. He flanks the bronzes to the left, burning eyes still on the star rising quickly before him, blotting out the quickly fleeing Rukbat. How she outshines that small pinpoint of light in his eyes. How his fire burns for her. It's with that fire that he pushes himself ever onward, tail whipping behind him as if to propell him faster.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Uarth wings upwards and spirals towards the golden object of his affection, powerful wings surging, creating an aerial dance fit to impress a queen. Thermals take him higher above the warm sands and after Tiarnath.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath surges after the others, his mind and body focused on his goal of the brightly glowing golden Queen.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Duirath beats upwards in determination. Unfortunately, all that eager waiting for Tiarnath to rise upwards didn't pay off and he's far back in the pack. But he's young and strong...not like some of these older bronzes and browns who think they have a chance. He snorts derisively, then finding the best winds with ease to continue the chase, conserving his strength for when it's -really- needed.

K'laarn eyes the lad who led Telinda hear as he escorts the bed sleeper from the cothold then automatically dismisses them. Violet eyes that mimic the lurid, lust filled hue of his dragon's whirling eyes gleam overly brightly, as he glares at the riders around him, riders that eye Telinda even as he does, turning his gaze to focus on -her-.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Muinyth rises, with a thrust of powerful haunches and a downstroke that sends billows of sand exploding away from him. His attention fixed on the golden form that rises, while the seas to the west slowly swallow the sun to leave her without peer, his clawed forepaws release their victim. Tumbling to the ground in a posthumous final flight, the wherry's forgotten. While the vision of paradise rises higher and higher in the darkening skies, caressing the blanket of night with golden touches, he strives to follow. Consumed by passion, the sandstone form of the brown dragon lifts upwards on the sea-borne winds.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tjainth, catching a thermal, rises as he follows the golden beauty flowing across the sky. he climbs higher and higher until he is above her, able to watch every wtist and turn she might make while trying to illude the chasing males. Hopefuly with a height advantage he might be able to correct quickly for any quirks in the flight that /She/ might make and recover faster than those /other/ males.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tiarnath bugles as she revels in the newfound sense of freedom that sends the air to caressing her wings, the beating of which sounds more like claps of thunder that echo out across the bruised amethyst sky of the dying day. Indeed, flickers of a much brighter light streak across the sky, paler towards the rear where the males fly, but becoming substantially brighter and more luminous as they crescendo towards Tiarnath's phosphorescent form. Surely no storm has ever been known to grace the Southern skies like this one! Ichor resounds with the power of the tempest that she has become, no eye of the storm is she, but the raging edge as she heads away from the males that dare to follow her, using every ounce of strength garnered from the slaughtered beasts.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Disapointment taints Wysonth's voice as he calls to the distant object of passion as she leaves him in a wake of colorful desperation. Like the Leprechaun, he is forever seeking his prize. A moment of collection is in order, and he slows, allowing those that will to pass. A steady pace swallows him, bringing him down to a level below the mass of swarming dragons that chase along above.

Telinda smiles, and it looks like a glow basket was just uncovered in the room, so bright is it. Shaking her head, she lets a hand comb through the golden curls, letting the tumble where they will, and then lets the hand trail over her cheek, and down her throat, the move oddly sensuous in nature.

In the sky above Cove Hold, A shooting star, somehow rising in the darkening sky rather then falling, Tiarnth seems to pull away a bit from Dvorath. Lowering his head, he begins to pull against the thermals hard, inexperience showing itself clearly in the extra effort his muscles use in moving him forward. Suddenly, the support of an unexpected thermal fills his wings, and he moves back to his previous position, still straining towards her.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth is a wanderer lost in the depths of the sky, with nothing to guide him but the flickering, etherial and ever elusive wil'o'the'whisp that is Tiarnath. He chases after her, weaving one way, then another, ever seeking to get just near enough, but ever, she floats ahead and above, a beguiling, fey light drifting onwards. He puts forth more effort, sure to catch up with her soon enough. As the sky further darkens, he gleams all molten and ruddy, stained by the colors of the sky that taint his hide.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth whufts air deeply into his lungs as his wings sweep, pulling him forward as he follows Tiarnath. He slips between two browns and puls to the side as the focus if his desire grows larger in his eyes. His eyes catch the failing light and glow as the luminescent vison grows etheral in the night air.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Muinyth fights for freedom himself, freedom from the tethering binds of gravity, freedom to seek his vision on the starry paths of the night sky. Kiting to his left to avoid fouling with the wings of another brown, he contentedly rests on the outskirts of the pack. Straining his neck forwards, as if such exertions could part the very air between him and his eternal love, his wings beat a steady tempo, carrying him ever higher into the depths of the night sky.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth is the celestial body that chases Tiarnath. As the Hunter always chases the Herdbeast in the night sky; this is one chase in the heavens that will end up in the prey being caught. He is the Hunter. Tiarnath is the prey. Whether he will catch remains to be seen; but the surge of his wings, each powerful stroke urges him forward moves him towards that goal. The burning desire to catch the flaming golden winged sun that is Tiarnath. Neck elongated; his focus intense he is the surge of wind that stops for nothing.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Duirath gets lost in a stray bank of cloud, bursting through it with all the vigor of the young, inexperienced and overenthusiastic. He comes out somewhere further in the pack than he'd intended and lets out a frustrated bugle until he gets Tiarnath back in his sights. Then he shuts up and gets back to business.

In the sky above Cove Hold, While above the fantastical metallics of long remembered electrical storms intertwine dangerously, Wysonth holds to his thundering pace, an mere echo of their brillance for the moment. He trails along quietly, storing up for the winter's imbolc, and then the festivals will begin, when the sunlight is again within his grasp.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tjainth with wings pumping and heart pounding he follows teh glowing Gold attempting to get closer and closer to her glowing form.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath glides along on a thermal, allowing it to carry him amongst the other dragons as the seek the attentions of the golden beauty ahead.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Uarth throws in some aerobatics just to keep himself entertained and to show those bronze barges in his way that there's fun to be had, even with the seriousness of the primal forces surging through them as they chase the golden queen.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tiarnath rumbles in amusement at the paltry efforts of the males to follow her, strung out behind her like a beribboned tail of a child's kite. Molten gold seems as complying as a leaf in a breeze, flying the edges of the warm, sunkissed embraces of air, the odd gust of balmy air rustling her membranes and pushing her forward with propelled energy. All these thermals give her an advantage, but what's good for one is good for another, and the males should be making full use of them as well. However, she's the leading edge not the trailing edge, stretched out in front like the twisting vortex of a tornado, planning to destroy anything that gets in her way, evident in the low, dangerous rumble she passes back towards the males.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth tries using gule and practiceas he twists away from the other males. His wings draging the air behind him. Deft twists if neck and tail twisting him away from the others as the object of his desires flies ahead.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath bugles to her, offering her whatever she wants, edging closer with slow movements of his wings.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Dvorath seems to pull against the wind, head down and muscles working fluidly as an experienced work runner pulling a heavy load behind him. The load he pulls is great indeed, loving Pern pulling him to embrance him on her surface once again. He continues to work, muscles burning in no comparison to how she burns within him.

Telinda's hand continues down her throat to the breadth of skin laid bare by the dress she's wearing, heading down towards her stomach, before trailing back upwards again. A small moan escapes her lips, echoed by her lifemate's ecstasy in the moment of flight. Still smiling, her head tilts back slightly, though it's doubtful she's even in the same room, her thoughts high in the sky above with Tiarnath.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Wysonth's youth plays against him one more time in the form of impatience. Unable to contain himself a moment further, he sends his quaking body toward the glimmering tornado before him. Destruction at her hand could only be bliss. Angling downwards, the youthful bronze falls in a landslide of motion toward the see, only to pitch upwards again on the crest of a wave.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Muinyth remains silent, while others bugle and trumpet, boasting their egos for all to hear. Guarding his voice jealously, he diverts that energy to flight, saving melodious croons for the ears of one dragon above all others. For above them, Tiarnath is, and as yet an unattainable goal. Steadily, powerful wings fill with the fluid air again and again, as the brown drives strives higher yet, a sandstone cliff with unlikely dreams of glory.

J'ton runs a shaky hand through his hair, knees gathered close to him like some sort of security blanket. Dvorath's emotions flow through him as he watches her, the light on her hair, the perfection of her skin. He licks his lips and shifts just a bit, trying to get a better look of her.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Uarth wings his way efficiently ever-closer towards Tiarnath. His dirt-brown hide hides him from sight, more or less, in the dusky twilight, so he's able to evade the bronzes's direct view. His wings catch thermal after thermal, adding to his altitude, the upper winds invigorating on his dark hide.

D'val seems to be humming some hunting song.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth surges on; his wings indominable. He is the gale to Tiarnath's tornado. The hurricane force of the life's blood coursing through his veins propels him. The shifting winds that course over and through his wings carry him ever forward towards his goal. The joy may be in the chase; but the rapture is in the catching.

If one were to stumbled across E'niel at this moment, they'd think he were nothing but a bundle of fashionable cloth; so curled is he up against the wall.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth surges forward, like a gleaming shipfish darting through the waves of the frothy ocean waves, only the waves are really buffets of wind and a sea of brightening stars that strew the heavens like a field of glittering diamonds, colored by the array of orange, russet, pink and pale blue watercoloring that streak the sky. He takes no notice of the raging storm that is like a hurricane that is Tiaranth, easily darting below the rush of wings and bodies, concentrating on outmanuvering it, instead.

N'all is silent. A monolith; his exterior stony. The facade locked in place. His contest is mute; between him and Ceruth.

K'laarn's eyes rove down along the path that Telinda's hand takes from throat to breast and finally to stomach before following upwards again.

Tr'bor realizes that he's still standing in the middle of the doorway and moves towards a window to catch the breezes off the sea and hopefully calm the blood pounding in his ears.

In the sky above Cove Hold, The burnished bronze of Duirath's wings gleam fitfully in the darkening sky, their surfaces flashing as he goes up, then down, then up following Tiarnath's golden form wherever she goes even if he is doing it a little more slowly than some of the other dragons.

Shasta stands straight, arms held rigid by her sides. A defiant tilt to her chin, her eyes rest on what little of Telinda she can see, though they see not her. They are filled with sights she does not see; her ears with sounds she does not hear. Her body strains muscles it does not posess, as her lifemate seeks the rewards of the heavens above him.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tiarnath, it seems, is alone up here, or is she? The ocean below sparkles with the setting of the sun that is just visible as a semi-circle dipped partway below the horizon. The whole sky is filled to bursting with colours -- from reds to pinks, from golds to amethysts -- but wait, bronze and brown? A resounding bugle echoes out over the water below as she lets her courtiers know her displeasure at being disturbed. As Rukbat sends its farewell to the day, Tiarnath attempts to do likewise with the following males. Using precious stores of energy to push forward and away once more, she heads into the darkening sky, aiming to become nothing but a shadow on the horizon, a cloud of mystery in an otherwise clear night.

Telinda shivers, though this time not through the violence of her lifemate, but through excitement and perhaps even an ounce of anticipation. She giggles, the sound like small bells ringing out clearly, but her eyes remain glazed and unfocussed.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath banks up,seeking to chase her, his youthful endurance surpassed only by his enthusiasm for the chase.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth watches the fading gleam of Tiarnath as she uses the steath of night to hide herself. Following as best he can in the growing night, he strains harder yet to close the distance to wahere he believes is the flitting shadow of the gold. Straining, rtwisting, drawing his feet in closer to let the air slip around his form, yes searching after the elusize gold.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Dvorath angles his wings to follow her, the welcome push of a thermal once more in his sails as he allows his muscles to relax just a bit. The strain shows just a bit in his shoulders as he pulls himself forward into the graying sky, colors of body and eyes glowing like jewels on velvet. He has no desire to look upon bronze and wood but purest gold before him, the greatest prize to win, the spark to his flame.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth seeks to brighten that night dark sky with his own presence, surely Tiarnath is there somewhere, just waiting to be set alight, a dry torch to burn with the heat of his own lust and need. He growls from deep within his throat, the roar of a fire that surges to full strength. His bronze hide lights the air around him, illuminating and throwing out all shadows to seek the golden treasure waiting to be found. He blends in with the colors of the sunset which is slowly sinking into the water, masked within all the orange hues, becoming a part of it, hidden hopefully from vision. His wingbeats become almost silent, mimicing an echoing heartbeat, the throbing of blood in the viens, making a subtle rhythm to further obscure his presence as he writhes quietly closer to his goal.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth is the bird of prey that lurks in the clouds. Unseen; forgotten the threat veiled by beauty. His wings dig into the air; causing vortices that surge him forward. Sensing the approaching diminishing of the air in Tiarnath's sails he begins to summon his inner strength. The eye of the hurricane has past and now the tropical storm ravages the shore. The endgame is near; the final gambit. The bird of prey emerges from the cloud, still unseen by his prey, perhaps to stay that way. Not if it is within his power. He is the meteor piercing the ebony veil of night; illuminating the shadows where others may try to hide.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Unbidden to him, a rumbling low moan escapes Muinyth's throat, saturated with longing for the golden light among jewel toned skies, and with despair as she wings ever further beyond his reach. Wings already pressed beyond exhaustion renew their efforts, as the unlikely granite carved brown hurtles through the air. Ever in a fight with the jealous Pern, the males around him matter little, as he battles through the sky, never allowing his view of Tiarnath to be impeeded for more than a heartbeat.

In the sky above Cove Hold, The moment has come, or so Wysonth discerns, and the reserves so carefully stored are put into use -- Let the Festival begin! A calamity of colors, mostly bronze-hued, shudder with the effort put forth by every thread and fiber of his luminous wings. Silence envelopes the youngster as he slips into a meditative state, all around him being lost in the waining sunlight except for that one pinpoint of light that he so desires.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tjainth, tiring, but not willing to give up the chase presses onwards toward the prize, laying aside every weight, his eyes on the ultimate goal, the glowing gold.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Duirath is tiring and he's looking lost and confused. He keeps seeing flashes of gold but he wings over towards where he saw it last and it's not there. A few puzzled and exhausted warbles keep coming from him as he quarters the night sky. She must be around here somewhere.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Wings tiring a little, observed in the decreased frequency of her downbeats, Tiarnath's lead shortens, bringing the inevitable conclusion closer. The clouded shadow is no longer that, but a visible, tangible presence out on the horizon. The remaining light, fast disappearing, turns her hide a coruscating red, making her appear as if a harvest moon, rather than the brilliant star that she is. As both moons take their turn in the sky, her form shimmers with the added illumination, almost as if Rukbat were rising once more when full night has not yet taken its turn. Desperation pulls her course off in a tangent to the right, heading back towards the coastline in a plan of delayed avoidance of the males that pursue her.

Telinda's eyes snap open, and she looks about the cothold wildly, shaking her head violently, "No, Tia, fly!!! Fly away!" she practically screams, "Don't let them catch!" She snarls as a rider takes a step towards her, eyes flashing, before they glaze over once more.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath edges in on the flagging gold, his right wing just above her left as he glides along near her, himself quite tired. He croons to her appealingly.

K'laarn smiles ever so slightly, as if sensing a finish to occur soon. He continues to watch Telinda, as if something he might see there could divulge any secrets.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Uarth pulls at the wind with his wings, dragging himself closer and closer to the dark form that he -knows- is Tiarnath. Nothing looks the way she does, so he angles himself downwards towards her slightly flagging form. One crystal clear note emanates from his throat in a pleading attempt to woo the gold in his direction.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth is the hawk; emerging from the clouds. Above and behind his prey he streaks downwards. Wings held taught and level his adjustments of course are demonstrations of minutia. Precision control. What was once the storm has become the breeze. Insidious and calm the fury has expired leaving only the lust -- using the final vestiges of his strength he makes the final assault. The whisper of the wind calling, the voice silent and urgent.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Dvorath dips his wingtip, bulk of muscles serving him well as he continues to pull, bull-like and headstrong through the wind. He banks slightly to the right and above her a bit, talons reaching forward. If the opportunity should present itself, he'll reach for her and catch her he will, for his talons twitch with the need, the desire for her smooth hide to brush against the pads. He bugles to her, to the sky, to the other males, challenging, wooing, gathering his strength for the end of the long haul. Winning her would to be born again, loosing her would be to perish in the flames of his desire. He labors onward in fierce determination.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Muinyth flanks the persuing males, his eyes ever resting, caressing, filling themselves with the forbidden treasure he quests after. Wings filling again and again, his sides heave with frantic breath, unable to hold it in anticipation. The brown hurtles through the air, a projectile chunk of sandstone flung skywards from a boys' slingshot, a calculated trajectory as Tiarnath's path shifts. Again, against his will, a ragged croon dares escape, promises of cavernous depths in which to secret a precious jewel.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth banks, one wing flipping up, the other down as he turns through the air after the gold, his curve wide, but tighter than Tiarnath's. Muscles surge under his hide, causing a ripple of motion like wind feathering across molten metal, stirring it into slow waves. Translucent wings stretch wide, thining out as they spread, manipulating the wind into his own creature as he swims though it, a swift creature of the sea, delving through its waters like a hot knife through butter, or flame along a slick of oil. He's higher than Tiarnath now, swooping lower like a bronzed raven after a shiny, bright, golden bauble that catches his eyes, his hide turning the dark color of that bird's feathers with the coming of night.

In the sky above Cove Hold, As the darnkess takes over, Wysonth finds renewed strength... afterall he is a creature of the night. The continuous upward motions of his wings bring him through a drifting cloud which bathes his soulful body in caressing droplets of prismatic dew. As he again erupts on the other side the moonlight catches upon the tiny prisims sending erratic pinpoints of colorful light to dance about his hide. Upwards.. ever upwards, for he was so far below. His sharply angled muzzle cuts through the darkness, arrowing toward the golden-one above.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Duirath's too tired to do any stooping. His hide's turning from its normal metallic tones to an all-too faded looking hue. But he won't give up yet as he turns and drops down after Tiarnath, albeith the downward motion looks a little uncontrolled.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth manuevers strains to his limits as he attampts to close the distance to Tiarnath. He stretches his wings, huge sweeps of air to be forced behind him as he sees the golden image slowing, posibly faltering after such a long chase. He tries to move in towards her, hoping....

In the sky above Cove Hold, Unfamiliarity with the thermals around Cove causes her to be unprepared when a breath of wind combined with a descending thermal, sends Tiarnath down a smidgen. In a desperate attempt at correction, she beats her wings -- once, twice -- gaining a little altitude, but the correction itself courts disaster for her freedom, and before she can do anything else she finds herself contained within Rnayth's protective tangle of wings and neck. A moment of indecision at the loss of freedom causes her to struggle, the two entwined forms now naught but two jewels in the sky -- one gold, one bronze. Not for long though as the two blaze in consuming passion, Tiarnath's struggles ceasing and a ardent croon emanating from within her even as her neck and tail curl around Rnayth. Then the two are one and heading towards the ground like shooting stars descending from the heavens above.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Uarth warbles, a downwards spiraling trill of disappointment, and spirals his way down to the beach again.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Simath bugles frustratedly and angles away from the pair.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Gyraneth wufts tiredly and descends slowly.

Tr'bor staggers out to his lifemate.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Tjainth misses in his attempt to catch the prize so continues on down to the beach.

T'ren walks out onto the path.

C'al walks out onto the path.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Duirath continues his spiral down, too exhausted to do anything but find a spot on the beach and pant.

T'dru walks out onto the path.

N'all looks at Shasta, 'You. Me. NOW." he grabs her and throws her over his shoulder.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Dvorath cries out with a trumpet of frustration and sorrow as inexperience causes him to trail back from the group. The tangle of bronze and gold before him, he veers off quickly, avoiding the whole thing. Back to the ground he falls, his fire spent, his muscles tired. Home.. yes.. home now.

D'val walks out onto the path.

J'ton walks out onto the path.

N'all walks out onto the path.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Wysonth howls of sadness come from very deep, and so caught up in his sorrow that he wavers just enough to bounce off Muinyth, sending himself to fling across the darkened sky... nothing but a limp mass of dragonflesh. At the last instant before he comes in contact with the tumbling waters of the sea, the bronze slams his wings wide and sails across the dark gloomy surface toward the shore.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Muinyth strains upwards, his trajectory miscalculated as another dragon fowls his view. A soft *thud*, as dragon bodies collide, and Muinyth bugles his frustration! That's the wrong colour to collide with! Pushing off Wysonth, he drops from the sky.

E'niel uncurls and gets up, beating a quick path out the door, seemingly on a mission.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Ceruth roars in his fury and frustration. The hurricane has returned to sea and has gained strength again. He decends, howling.

Shasta has only a moment to stare with shocked eyes towards Telinda, before she's grabbed by N'all. Voicing no complaing, nor giving struggle, she gladly complies.

In the sky above Cove Hold, Rnayth bugles his triumph to the winds, a brassy bugle full of pride and passion as he locks with Tiarnath in their plummet through the sky. He keeps hold of her, possessive and dominating during the brief mating that binds them as one, seamless creature through their quick drop from extreme heights toward the dismal ground.

K'laarn smiles in a mimicry of Rnayth's proud triumph and grasps Telinda around the waist to pull her to him in a powerful embrace as he bends his neck to claim her lips in passion to rival the dragons in the sky.

Telinda wastes no time either, her lips finding K'laarn's almost in the same instant, as she joins him in celebrating their dragons, echoing their emotions high in the sky.

K'laarn of course molests Telinda quite passionately for some long, blissful and ectasy filled hours.