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In the night, strong emotions
reign supreme, inhibitions are lost and desire is the most alluring mistress. With the ancient dragons of Eien, things are
much the same, else their race would have died out long ago, and so it was most surprising to those of the Nursery and Fire
Ridge that ice Nylave had yet to take to the skies. Months had passed since she first demanded her name be added to the flight
listing and yet nothing happened. Only four males had shown interest and in all honesty, the delicate ice dragon was slightly
insulted.
So she decided to play a game.
The ferocity of a mating female Eieinic was
not well known amoung the residents of Fire Ridge, but rumors made sure that extreme measures were taken to make
sure flights were flown before the dangerous point where a female's hormones overwhelmed her sense of self. The riders
of these dragons played a big part in these preperations, once going as far as to incite the female to fly before she even
knew she wanted to. (second Private flight between silver Argynyl and nightstorm Ruinae -no clutch resulted this
time)
Nylave not only believed these rumors, she knew they were true. Secretly
she had been returning to Eien and scowering the libraries on the mage island of Anloran, the great elven cities Elhellond,
Glenhaven, and Arrowhead. Along with the various human citadels of Illarney, White Falls, and Marfa. And
Nylave had no rider, and with her caretakers worried about a new hatchling from the Tripaldi FGPC, she had free rein.
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Icy blue wings fanned gently in the breeze blowing over
the uppermost ridges of the secluded bottle neck gorge that housed the Fire Ridge nursery complex. Calm golden eyes
eyed her surroundings with an uncharacteristic nonchalance that, had anyone been paying attention, would have been alarming.
Nylave was never nonchalant and thoughtful. She acted first, had fun second, then flipped off the consequences and no one
had been able to break her of it yet. Today was different though, every line of her body buzzed with anticipation
and strength, her icy scales glittered in the sun and with her own magic, magic that had slowly begun to writhe around her
mind and send passion coursing through her veins.
On the valley floor, near a small lake that housed a rare
species of fish brought from Eien, an immense black shape uncurled itself from the shade of a rocky overhang. Golden eyes
blinked languidly and the creature stretched, inky wings held tight against his muscled body as he looked around, trying to
place what had awoken him from slumber. Rath's nostrils twitched then, recognizing a strange scent, so he
craned his sinuous neck around to peer up at the high ridge. Gold eyes met gold eyes and something passed there, it was more
then a challenge, it was assurance of defeat, and the black dragon found it, mixed with that seductive scent, addicitive.
Silently he roused himself fully and stepped out from under the rocky edifice, wings half spread as he scanned the skies for
challengers.
To the east, where the sun glinted off his copper scales, another immense
dragon roused as well. For a while now he had been watching the icy dragoness, his own spirit calling to hers in a way neither
could deny, yet she would. Despite his foreign nature, Nylave had accepted his advances when she accepted no others and when
he looked at her now, he saw in every line of her body that he would have to win not only her body in this flight, but her
mind as well, and put all his words to action. But Vask would do it, he had no qualms with showing this female
he could not only win her body, but her heart as well.
Also awoken by the sense of urgency and the scent was the small brown
dragon Clioth, a surprise contender who had done this from a bet. near him, the lone Raug dragon Iresstorapth
also fanned his wings and even lept into the air to circle above the female who watched him speculatively for a moment,
then dismissed him. She knew who her true contenders were, and with the stunning warble of a lusty female, she vanished, teleporting
high above the clouds where the cool air currents stoked the fire within.
Instantly Rath teleported as well, taking himself higher then
any dragon had ever dared, leaving the other three to fly after the female the old way. Above Nylave now, Rath beat his wings
to catch a strong current and soared along easily, for like Nylave, he knew what was in store for any that approached her
now. Since he was already in the air, Iress' had a slight lead over the others, but copper Vask was rapidly gaining, and the
white-rainbow-copper dragon knew he couldn't contend with Vask in this flight unless he won it now. Straining his rainbow
wings, the big male surged forward with greater speed, catching a rising thermal and riding it to within sight of the darting
dragoness. Seeing one of her suitors, Nylave crooned encouragement, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint as she slowed a little
to allow Iress' to catch up. Seeing his luck, Iress' surged forward again, only to be me with flashing teeth and cruel talons
as the smaller female whipped around and attempted to savage him.
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