Fragments of Him and Her(FLIGHT)[o]

[taesil]

With a haughty violet eye Emproth watched the green flit to each of his competitors, just waiting for one to make a foul move and snatch her from his delicate claws. Then he saw the lovely green dive and his heart leaped and missed a few beats as he slammed his wings to hover and watch. Was this it? Had she chosen another than him! Twisting his head to watch her slow beneath him and a wide toothy grin spread across his maw, and his wing beats slowed so they just barely churned the air. My dear, what is there not to be proud of? Wouldn’t we make a fine pair? Pride and beauty, such a wondrous pair. He crooned and flicked his wings to brush her back with a gentle breeze. But then she was off and his saddened cry tore after her and was lost in the turbulence.

He eyed enviously as she flitted amongst the other males and he snapped the air impatiently. Was he not a fine male? Why choose such lugs and dead brains! He wallowed in his scorn and winged higher after her, tire was setting into his muscles and he hissed to himself as he saw the brown and bronze still in the game. Then she fell from the sky, and he felt a wave of shock cloud his rider’s mind and pull them apart. The green was falling, but yet she had not chosen! What should he do, what could he do! With a confused roar he twisted his pinions to circle above the falling green and cast a quick glance to see the lugs dive after her. The blue became stricken with torn emotions of worry and confusion and he crooned to his brothers to aid her, for someone to save the falling damsel quickly! Suddenly Km’hul screamed into his mind, cutting the lust away. “Save her fool, she’s falling to her death! Go and be brave if just this once! Please, Emproth, be strong and help her.”

Then Emproth fell, wings clasped to his side so tight they paled, and he sunk from the air like a stone. Oh the green beauty, his prize, his lovely emerald falling like a shot bird. He would be brave for her, if never again in his life, he would defy all reason for her, he would fall for her. Her roared to her, but his cry was lost in the passing winds, and his dragonic tears pulled through his lids as he peeked at the falling lady. Talons groping endlessly he fell, faster, faster, but was he fast enough?

Km’hul shook as he noticed the beast fall, his cry to the dragons mind snapping the flight born bod that melded them as one being. He raced to the young man’s side and grasped the fallen man’s shoulder. He had never seen a shattering before, and he never wanted to. “Wake lad, you must fight her! Don’t let her shatter!” He rambled but he knew it was already too late.

[Eyota]

A dim awareness of falling gripped the creature now known as Alchioth, who was struggling even to assert a solid identity. He/she felt dazed, unable to rectify the problem that was going on. Voices called to him/her, and he/she struggled to answer them but they were too far away... too far away for him/her to call out to. So, no answer came from Alchioth as he/she continued to plummet headlong towards the ground. Wings instinctively spread out, broad and strong against the crushing atmosphere. What had once been fun for the green, Alliath, was now torment for the creature, Alchioth. He/she struggled simply for air, breathing in and out in ragged gasps. The consciousness who had won had little control over his/her new body.

Groping in the air for some support, he/she saw through barely opened eyes two brown shapes and a blue one coming towards him/her. Instinct pushed the creature to maneuver himself/herself towards one of the shapes, the closest one possible. The two browns and blue, which were of different bulks, had fallen at different rates and different heights through the air and Ryinanth had reached her/him before Emproth and Month had. The falling green's talons fumbled before they latched onto the small brown's and he/she twined instinctively, wrapping his/her neck and tail around Ryinanth's own corresponding limbs. His/her wings folded over, letting the brown fully "catch" him/her.

No reponse came from the fallen greenrider's body. The only motions were the steady rise and fall of its chest, signaling that it was still alive. However, no matter how hard someone tried to wake him up, the teenager's body would never respond to stimuli again. It was as if he had fallen into a coma or unconciousness due to the concussion for a better way to put it. And thus, Alchoith and his/her former body were left in the hands of those still concious, still aware of what was going on.

[SOCR]

Fulmeninith knew from the dive that the show was on. He was fond of... watching the carnage as he put it. He could tap into the mind as it Shattered, and he got front-row seats every time. Rank had privilege after all.

And boy was this a show to remember. He let his chase trail off as he devoted more attention to it, winging out of the way from the Bronze and letting the others dive. The rider was Male, and the Green had a particularly weak will. Interesting indeed.

But the outcome was more interesting than Fulmeninith could have hoped for. And the creature was obviously confused. The poor thing would need to finish up quickly or it would be slaughtered as the other dragons found out.

Fulmeninith could feel the confusion, and tried to cut through it. He focused all of his energies on his voice, everything devoted to making it clear and soothing. Trustworthy. Quickly, friend, we must escape. Hurry about your business and let us depart. Too soon will you find these beings turned against you. I will protect you, I give you my word. You are safe with me.

He turned his attentions to the Bronze, always keeping a connection with the Green in the back of his mind. The flight is only a secondary interest. If I desired I could experience it vicariously and not have to go through the effort. But I never miss a recruiting opportunity. Think of it as a Search, if your simple mind must.. Fulmeninith could keep his distance from the Bronze easily, and if it came to a fight his mind was sharper than the Bronze's talons. He had to keep the big geast distracted from the Green, it would likely be the first to find out, and would be able to do the most damage.

[Dragonmage]

Rynianth almost purred as Alchioth latched onto him and clung to his talons. A brown neck and tail wrapped around a green one. Still unaware that Alliath had Shattered, become Alchioth, the brown crooned softly as they fell. His wings were spread, slowing their drop from a plummet that would kill the green to the fall of a mating flight. Rynianth was not thinking now, just feeling and making sure that the almost limp green kept her hold on him.

S'chai leaned over the greenrider's body. Wincing as his brown sent the typical mating flight feelings through him, the brownrider stared at what had been F'chion. A sickening feeling twisted in his gut when Km'hul shook the greenrider without getting a response. The green had Shattered. But what had happened to F'chion in that moment? In that moment, all Flightlust left S'chai and fear flooded through his mind. Rynianth was in the middle of the flight and mating with a Shattered!

His voice cracked as he yelled, "D'ron, she Shattered! Someone get the Weyr dragons aloft. There's a Shattered blue out there too, a big one. Rynianth isn't going to be very responsive but we have to get him away before he gets hurt when they separate."

Green love?

[Zactura]

Rage surged through Month, something that he hadn't felt in quite a while. He roared his fury and dove straight for Fulmeninth, those dark brown talons gleaming wickedly in the sunlight as he went on the attack.

You, Shattered! Stay away from the Green! Month's voice was a mental thunderstorm, screaming loud and at its full volume. You could hear the fury in his voice, crackling like lightning in a massive storm. Stop it, whatever it is you're doing! Month shouted, a hint of desperation tinging his voice as well. He had always stared on Alliath from afar with an appreciative eye, and he had fancied that one day he would catch the pretty little Green when she Rose. Now that she had seemingly Shattered, Month knew he would never get the chance and that she would have to leave anyway, but he could at least be an ass about it and mess it up, just to spite the Blue.

[||Rye||]

Throughout most of the Flight, D'ron had stayed against the wall, leaning against it with his eyes closed. He really, really didn't want Relarventh to win this one, but he wasn't going to deprive the bronze the chance, if he wanted it. His hands curled into fists, D'ron just waited, trying to occupy his thoughts with other memories... Of course, with the mood he was in now they kept veering off to last's night's fun with Vaien... D'ron groaned.

Relarventh, steady chasing the green, nearly crooned his reply after Alliath teased him. Oh, I will, my emerald jewel. It wasn't much after she'd left him, though, that his thoughts turned back to the Shattered Blue, and he swiveled his massive head to watch the Shattered's movements. He was annoying, that one, and Relarventh rumbled in his chest, annoyed. His attention was captured, though, as Alliath dove, causing all of her chasers to follow after her. He himself was about to follow suit, but as Fulmeninith winged away the Bronze saw it. It was odd, and it grabbed his thoughts enough that he didn't dive, instead driving his wings on to follow after the Shattered Blue. He was about to say something to the Blue about it when he felt the panic from the dragons below them, and concern flooding him he listened, then roared as he realized what had happened. She Shattered, D'ron! She's gone. Do I kill her...? What about this Blue? The bronze's alarm came in just as S'chai yelled, and the Weyrleader's eyes snapped open, Flightlust leaving as adrenaline flooded his system. Experience kicking in, he didn't even have to really reply to Relarventh, because just as soon as he'd made the decision the bronze voiced it to all the dragons of the Weyr. Everyone! Alliath Shattered, and she's in the middle of her Flight, twined with Rynianth. You have to catch them... They cannot hit the ground! Month! Up here with me. We have business to take care of. Adding an sharp bugle to that, Relarventh turned quickly, pumping his wings to get closer to Fulmeninith. A recruting opportunity, eh? Well, I hate to have to ruin your 'Search', but I'm going to ask you to leave. Now, before I change my mind.

Back in the Weyr, D'ron had moved into the quarters to stand over F'chion, taking one quick look at him before saying bluntly, "He's gone." Looking up sharply, D'ron made eye contact with each of those still in the quarters before saying, "Stay connected with your dragons; We don't need any getting ideas... All of you, outside, with me, NOW." Without so much as a look back, D'ron pushed out the doorway and moved towards the exit, breaking into a jog as he moved outside. Once out, he looked up to watch the scene above them play out. "Get your dragons below them, and fast. Alliath I'm not so worried about, but I don't want Rynianth hitting the ground. They'll have to catch them. Rell is up above them all, dealing with the Shattered Blue... Month's up there, too."

[Eyota]

Breathing was the first thing that Alchioth's mind organized, steadying the ragged breathes. A dull yellow-gray-white mixture appeared in his/her facets now, where there had been no color before. With the return of breathing, other vital life functions were sorted out and the foundation of the consciousness's necessary adjustment to the body it was now in had been laid. His/her mind then went onto the task of sorting out the rest of the chaos within it to a manageable level. That was needed in order to return to any kind of full or semi-full consciousness for the confused creature. As the two different sets of memories were separated, instincts on the next list of stuff, the green fell through the air, still twined with Ryanianth and barely aware of what was going on at the moment. Then something changed the pace of what was going on inside of Alchioth's head.

Rapidly, consciousness was forced to emerge, mixing and melding moreso what the Flightlust hadn't already done. Instincts mixed together, human and draconic both and thus created a spot for for future conflict. Fragments of Alliath's personality which were already mixing with F'chion's cemented themselves onto his, further creating the melding of them together. Luckily, F'chion's and Alliath's memories had been separated as two different strings of memories, which Alchioth could maybe access both, not just his original own in the future. With the forced hurry finished, color was gradually returning to Alchioth's facets, a brighter hue of yellow taking the main focus with white and gray mixed in.

And then Fulmeninith's voice penetrated the veil of chaos that was still surrounding Alchioth's mind and caused the green to mumble, W-wwwhat...? The mindvoice was weak and confused, starting off masculine with F'chion's original voice and changing out to be a feminine verision of it at the end. Alchioth had also broadcasted on a wide spectrum with all the dragons and humans alike being able to hear him/her. Why? What's going on...? The mindvoice was getting stronger, but still starting out with F'chion's voice and ending feminine. Eyes were opened fully, facets whirling a slow yellow-gray-white mixture and they took in what was happening. And then chaos of a different kind errupted.

Oh shards! What is this?!? Part of the sharding freaky Flight? Farnath! No one ever mentioned actually seeing the dragons doing it so close up! His/her mindvoice rang out suddenly strongly, most of it in F'chion's original voice but it cracked at the end as the dragon panicked and the feminine verision of F'chion's voice, which would be Alchioth's true voice, reasserted itself. And then he/she was smacked with the pain his/her lungs had been through... Chest heaving, Alchioth whimpered, facets blazing a neon yellow-white mixture. It hurts.... it sharding hurts. What is this? A torturing session? The green stopped struggling, falling semi-limp once more, only aware of what was happening. Why does it hurt so much? The mindvoice started off feminine and ended off masculine, and the entire panicking had been broadcasted to the dragons and riders alike. Everyone nearby could have heard it.... and would make what they would of it. (-cackles-)

[Dragonmage]

Rynianth pulled the green closer as he/she started to wake up. Crooning gently, the brown tried to comfort the upset dragon. He was still unaware that Alliath had become Alchioth and Shattered; he would have done the same for any green that he had caught on her first flight. Instinct made Rynainth watch as they fell through the sky, his mind unconsciously calculating when they would have to part and the flight would be over.

It'll be okay. Why are you so afraid? I won't let you fall, lovely green.

"Weyrleader, I am with Rynianth." S'chai's voice wobbled a bit as his dragon's lust hit him full force again. Part of his mind was still trying to figure out what the Weyr was going to do about the Shattered, but more and more was taken up with the effects of the flight. Km'hul and J'kharl were starting to look very good right now. If F'chion had been sentient and with his green in mind and Flight, there was no question what would be happening.

Rynianth's eyes changed from rich violet to a greyed yellow. What was wrong with Alliath that she kept going limp? Did she not like him as a mate?

[SOCR]

Relarveth... even though you could be the trappings of power I so despise, you have a brilliant mind and would likely make a wonderful adversary. Let us celebrate our rivalry with a little Flight of our own, there is no need for anger or hard feelings in our jousting.

Month however certainly had hard feelings, this could not be permitted. A duel is just that- between two people. Interlopers would not be permitted. Month, your bronze friend and I are being sportsmanlike and having a little one-on-one. If you interfere you may force me to just leave and take your newborn Alliath with me. You can perform other functions in this chaos. Or I will have to hurt you in ways you cannot fathom.

The last part was a bit of bluster, he would just be able to lob instant migranes around for awhile due to being distracted by Relarveth. The Bronze he was going to be sporty with, some contests required you DIDN'T use overwhelming power, as Fulmeninith was going to teach the Bronze. The mental shredding of Month's sanity could wait until after. That required focus.

Fulmeninith quickly gained altitude in a hard climb, to be able to see Relarveth, Month, and Alchioth within the same field of view. Alchioth was getting itself into a spot of trouble, and was still very confused. This needed to change, quickly. My friend, I can explain it all to you when we are safe. However, you must attempt to leave this place as fast as possible. Can you between? I am trying to hold them off you for as long as possible![/color][/i]. Hopefully this new creature will gain it's faculties quick enough for Fulmeninith to make a graceful exit. He hated it when things had to get messy.