Shadowed Solitude
Shadows dominate this weyr as only a few glowbaskets have been placed along the rough, unpainted walls. Spacious enough to accommodated both rider and dragon, only a few pieces of furniture crowds the floor space; A large table, made from a slab of oak wood with four posts attached to it for legs, seats six, though only four chairs are placed around it. Toward the back of the weyr, an alcove has been cut out of the stone, making a sleeping space for Khena, her furs and pillows spread out to make her comfortable at night, while a rounded depression to the left of the entrance seems fitted to a dragon's body, two large pegs set in the wall, big enough to hang the dragon's straps on. To the right side of the entrance, a circle of stones keeps a fire contained, a necessity in the Reaches winter, though it fills the weyr with a constant smell of smoke, mixed in with the scent of dragon. A few shelves have been cut out of the rock, providing space for a rider's belongings to be displayed for visitors. Letting in only slivers of light, a large oiled canvas hangs from the entrance, keeping out most of the harsh freezing weather, while just beside the entrance several small pegs allow for rider and visitors to hang their overclothes.
It is a spring midmorning.
You see Khena's Box, Flasket of Tillek Sweet Cider, Jar of Sweesticks [Kinecha], a couch, Midnight Chipped Sediment, and Aya here.
Obvious exits:
Alcove Ledge

Mneoth> Zylpheth soars in for a landing.

Mneoth> Mneoth rumbles a welcoming note to Zylpheth as the blue lands, his tail moving lazily from side to side.

Mneoth> Barely flying from his weyr to Mneoth's, Zylph does a little mid-air hop instead, his pleasant mood spreading out to include the brown dragon upon landing. A loud bugle announces him and his rider; a rider who cringes as the loud noise makes it way to his ears. He's not even wearing a jacket, let alone his helmet, since it was such a short trip, and the sound pierces his ears. "Shhh," he tells his blue, before dismounting. "Go, be good, or something..," Kh'ryn then states, before turning towards the weyr.

Mneoth> "C'mon in, Khor," comes a shout from inside the weyr, while Mneoth's tail moves in to push the bluerider toward the entrance. "Stop that, Mneoth. He can find his own way!"

Mneoth> From Zylpheth's neck, Kh'ryn grins at the big brown, thinking him only playful. Well, he leaves the two dragons alone to play in peace, while he walks the rest of the way towards where Khena is. "I'm a'coming," he hollers back.

Kh'ryn
This young man stands over 6 feet tall, with sandy blond hair that's cut quite short and hangs in unkempt tufts around his ears. The sun has died his skin a light tan, and the tips of his hair an even fairer shade. These highlights then accentuate eyes the color of ice, which stare out from behind thin and fair lashes, while tapering nose protrudes slightly from oval face. The faint beginnings of a beard can be seen upon his dimpled chin, if one cares to look close enough, and full lips beg for the chance to smile and laugh. Overall, a handsome young specimen of the human race, especially now that he's been working on his physique. Still on the thin side, but with the appropriate and complementing muscles added in /all/ the right places.
Burnished black leather sheathes Kh'ryn from head to toe. Wherhide jacket hangs loosely from lean shoulders to slender hips, while snug trous of the same hue and material embrace each brawny leg. A dark blue cotton blouse, dutifully tucked into his pant waist, exhibits a delicately embroidered pattern of miniature dragons pictured in flight, which is painstakingly stitched upon collar and cuffs. This intricate addition forces the garment to be more than just an ordinary set of leathrers - it imparts in it the freedom to be a work of art. Looped heavily around Kh'ryn's waist is then a finely crafted silver and hide belt. Thin cords of the precious metal are braided elaborately around other strands of black leather, creating an overall attention-grabbing affect. Finally, dark and solid boots shroud the wearers feet, keeping those appendages safe from either the heat of the ground or the cold of ::Between::
One single loop is twisted neatly upon Kh'ryn's shoulder; its dual cords pronouncing his affiliation with High Reaches Weyr through their vibrant blue and black coloring. A lighter strand of azure runs through the insignia, declaring that his lifemate is blue Zylpeth. The long tail dangles down uniformly upon his chest, marking him as a full-fledged rider.
Added to his clothing just beneath the knot is a small pin, the emblem of High Reaches accented by licking flames, indicating he is an Inferno rider.
He is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Sparkling Gar White (sgw)
Kh'ryn is 23 Turns, 10 months, and 7 days old.

Khena
Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man.
Scintillating in colors ranging from deep mahogany to an almost bronze gleam, the color of Khena's jacket can't be pinpointed to just one. Khaki at one cuff, klah-shaded at the other, while the collar is dyed such a dark umber it's almost black. Tufts of the fleece-lining shows at cuffs and collar, revealing its color to be moss-green, matching the jacket's browns to perfection. Thick, lithe leather clings to her legs, trousers dyed a deep sepia with a hint of mahogany, a color matching the hide of her lifemate perfectly. Stitched along the seem is a row of x's, the thread the exact same moss-green as the lining of the jacket. A color repeated in the cords tying off her knee-high black boots, which fit her lower legs and feet flawlessly.
Twisting together in a single loop around Khena's left shoulder is the two colors of High Reaches Weyr. Black and blue. Midnight's colors, which extends into a long tail, dangling from the top of the knot. Intertwined with the dark colors of the Weyr is a dazzling silver thread, adding a spark of light to the knot. Completing the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider, is a mahogany thread, indicating the color of her lifemate, and the badge of Mudslide Wing.
She is awake and looks alert.
You notice Khena looking at you.
Khena is 25 Turns, 3 months, and 14 days old.
Khena has no apparent threadscoring.

** Kh'ryn just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **
Inpromptu flight at 'Reaches! Green Spankyth is glowing brighter than an emerald, and she's ready to take off. NPC's are welcome, of course, since this is an NPC flight, but PC's are allowed to come and join as well. The end result is also open, so make sure to RP your heart out. And the theme? Simple... Bad jokes!
-- entered by Kh'ryn on 2002-01-06 14:34 MOO Time. (12 seconds)

Mneoth senses that he moves restlessly from side to side, tossing his head and swishing his tail, a certain something is reaching out to him and tickling his hormones. � I need to go... �

Mneoth senses that Zylpheth whuffles his agreement with his brown friend, he too feeling that urge to.. fly. �You know, this reminds me of the one about the greenrider and the midget,� he ponders humorously. �But enough of that for later... Right now, we need something to toast our lovely lady with.� And blood will make do better than anything else.

Mneoth> Pens
Mneoth> Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few discarded and bleached-out bones. A few clusters of green sprout, downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the herds.
Mneoth> It is a spring midmorning.
Mneoth> To the south, you see Zenzorath, Wiranth, and Rhajath.
Mneoth> Squabbling over leftovers is Roi.
Mneoth> Blue Spankyth, bronze Tynabith, blue Zylpheth, and Brown Dsalth are here.
Mneoth> You see Kukalaka, Hanabi's Uncreatively Titled Wagon, Large Wherry Cage, Herd of Herdbeasts, and �e here.
Mneoth> Obvious exits:
Mneoth> Stables Barn Training Grounds Central Bowl Beach

Mneoth> Zylpheth lands within the pens, giving a rumbling snort-like sound towards the greeny/blue female. At your beck and call, m'dear! Though, he'd much rather be at your beck, as in, the french translation of beck, which is beak, and on second thought, being close to the green's mouth may not be such a great idea afterall!

Mneoth> Mneoth charges a nice fat buck, ripping open its throat to drink the nice warm blood streaming out of the open gash. A look at the green and his contenders and he lets out a challenge, which comes out more like a squeak, blood splattering from his lips. Um, wasn't he supposed to be all studly here?

Mneoth> Several other dragons start to land here and there, they're snouts all a'pointing towards the female. Knock knock, who's there? A blue, a brown and a bronze. A blue, a brown and a bronze who? A blue, a brown, and a bronze who're thinking you're looking /mighty fi-ne/, that's who!

Mneoth> Spankyth, alas, has little appreciation for knockaround trio, and pounces savagely on a herdbeast. Opalescent gaze shimmers upward, however, and she hisses at those gathered.

Mneoth> Mneoth falls upon yet another buck, like a, like a... Well, like a dragon upon a buck. Did you know why the dragon crossed the Bowl, by the way? To get to the green he was chasing, of course!

Mneoth> Tynabith leaves his first kill to the scavengers, aka firelizards, and immediatly moves onto a second. He lunges at it with a distinct 'I vant to suck your vlood' kinda vibe, it's vulnerable throat is again rendered open and with distinct slurping noises the 'vlood' sucked out. Always having been one to want to blood as many as are penned he takes off after another only to stop in his tracks like a dog at the end of it's leash. His rider says no more or they'll be stuck here for the night so without argueing, he knows he'll loose, the big bronze just crouches down on all fours ready to take flight the moment the alluring green does.

Mneoth> Zylpheth watches the others feast, before he too reaches out to pluck a young buck from the herd. A quick snap of its neck, and the animal lays dead before him. �Good food, good meat, good Faranth, let's eat!� he thunders telepathically, though, in truth, he's not eating anything. Hide is ripped aside as the blue slurps up all that blood. Mmm, tastes like chicken.

Mneoth> Spankyth shimmies to the left, shimmies to the right, shimmies to the up -- let's boogie this flight! Sisal-thin wings crisp outward, nervy flares of spun peridot, and a powerful launch of that big green bum lifts her skyward. It's showtime!

Mneoth> Zylpheth may have been the last to blood, but he's the first to take flight after the female... his clownish jump towards the sky never being more appropriate. Hey there momma, you can shimmy my way /anytime/... Another bugle, and then the blue puts some thought to the game plan. Let's see.. If she swings right, then he'll swing left, and cut her off at the pass... No, wait.. that won't work. Hmm, perhaps a straight approach? Wait-a-minute! What's he thinking? The only way to break a shimmy is to cut it off at the legs, which is why Zylph takes off straight for the green's dangling limbs. I'll get you, my pretty!

Mneoth> Look it's a Roc! No a Plane! No it's a giant oversized bronze hided huge winged wherry! Err no it's a dragon! Tynabith, the dragon, launches in a blur of irridescance into the sky after Spankyth. Within moments the plane, err the dragon, is high off the ground in the persuit of justice, liberty, and a some dragon luuuuv!

Mneoth> Mneoth looks up and sees that the chase is on. Here he comes, bounding off the ground setting off to join the pack of followers. Yes, here we go, another one joins the flight. He can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is green. And its name is Spankyth.

Mneoth> Spankyth leaps up Up UP into the air.
Mneoth> Tynabith leaps up Up UP into the air.
Mneoth> Zylpheth leaps up Up UP into the air.

Mneoth> Above the Feeding Pens Mneoth> Wayward breezes carry the mixed scent of herdbeast and wherry from below, occasionally fusing with the salty odor of the ocean from afar. Spires overlook and shadow the pens below, often blanketing the scythed, claw-cut ledges used for feeding. Thermals, unusually steady for this area, keep that scent aloft and ever-present, growing stronger as they descend to the feeding grounds below.
Mneoth> It is a spring midmorning.
Mneoth> Blue Sakuruth, blue Spankyth, bronze Tynabith, and blue Zylpheth are here.
Mneoth> Obvious exits:
Mneoth> Up Pens Weyrling Air Above the Lake Above the Bowl Ledges

Mneoth> Spankyth shakes her groove thang; come on baby, you know what, work that thang, move yo' butt! Wings flatten against a gust of midmorning wind, then propell her up-up-up, swishing back and forth with all of that alluring appeal. Come and get me!

Mneoth> Ready or not, here I come! Well, in truth, Zylph is actually quite far behind the green, but still.. It sounds good, don't it? Stretching his wings wide, he gathers the wind under them, and uses that to push himself higher. Great shoves, and then, for your entertainment, a few dips and twirls, dives and swirls. Oooh... Ahhh.. When the applause doesn't come, he mock pouts, but puts the dissapointment out of his mind for the time being. Heeere greenie greenie...

Mneoth> Tynabith watches the swing of green's fine boo-tay, greenie got a fine arse back that thang up, Youse a big fine draggie wontcha back that thang up...with the amazing grace inherant in dragons in general and further ingrained from turns of daily practise with his rider Tyna keeps pace with the other chasers, infact he's hungry like a wolf for the green and shows it by propelling to the front of the pack.

Mneoth> Mneoth is after the green, like Sam after Frodo and he won't allow anything to come between he and his mast... Errr, Spankyth. Moving with great speed, aided by large wings, the brown's agility and grace may not be as fine. But he's fast and that's the more important element in a flight, no?

Mneoth> OOC: Tynabith's player dangs, "I'd hoped I'd be able to finish this but my companys here, IC'ly Tyna finish's the flight and looses, he'd never leave in the middle;)

Mneoth> Spankyth isn't going anywhere, thankyouverymuch, aside from the frenetic struggle upwards against wayward spring currents that presses her rear-heavy form back towards the ground. Eyes flirt sideways, and then she does too, barrel-rolling to the left in an attempt to evade pursuers.

Mneoth> Zylpheth catches that barrel roll, wondering idly as he follows if this is like going over Nabol Falls? Well, without the water, that is. His speed may not be up to par, but he's /on/ par with that grace stuff... though, perhaps a little too much with it, as he continues to add some areobics in there. La, la, laaa... Oh, wait a minute.. Mind gets back on track, and he returns to the chase.

Mneoth> Mneoth is no good at aerial acrobatics, but follows as best he can, falling behind as his turns becomes a good deal more extended than the others'. Well, what he doesn't have in grace, he has in speed. Or had that already been established? Sweeping around, the brown makes up for lost time by going higher and faster. Here I come my love. Don't forget I'm here. Just got left behind for a while.

Mneoth> Spankyth, her tiny body straining, continues to try and move upward. Height is the key here, for such a little being, her fragile wings ripping through wind and currents. Alas, despite the struggle, her swanky-spanky speed begins to slow.

Mneoth> Spankyth * adds, catching poses! ::shoots self.::

Mneoth> Seeing the green beauty tire, (No, not that kind of tire, though, even he has to admit that the dragon's carrying a few spare ones around the middle) Zylpheth grins draconically and adds a slight burst of speed. Shhhhh.. we're hunting hotties! His blue hide shines in the fading light of day, each scale showing off the glare beautifully. In fact, it's so lovely that he takes the barest of second to admire himself. Oooh, I'd be gourgeous! The vain dragon then looks back at Spankyth and thinks that, if he can't catch her, then at least he has himself!

Mneoth> Mneoth is not slowing and the distance between he and the lovely green lessens. Heeereeee's Mneoth! Get ready for a surpriiiiise. You see, there's no escaping now that she's slowing. Let's just forget that there are other males in the pack, chasing the same green. Folding his wings tightly against his back, the brown extends his claws watching her carefully as he moves in for the kill... Errr, catch!

Mneoth> Vain? Spankyth doth not like vain. And so, as she slips backwards, the flee is given up and she abruptly jerks around to slam into Mneoth. Oh, my /chahming/...

Mneoth> Wooohooo! Entangling himself with the lovely Spankyth, Mneoth holds her tight while the ground comes spiralling upwards. Like a rollercoaster ride; Whheeeee!

Mneoth> Zylpheth sniffs. Well, then pooh on you too. However, he's already off towards the coolness of the blue lake.. Either to refresh himself, or stare some more at his reflection, only he knows.

Alcove
Cut into the back wall of the weyr, this alcove is shrouded in shadows. Large enough to accommodate at least two people its size is almost ten feet by eight. A large mattress keeps the cold from the floor seeping through, while thick, dark sleeping furs keep the cold of the weyr at bay. Strewn everywhere are pillows - large and small - in muted colors ranging from maroon to moss-green. A woven curtain has been hung casually across the opening, though it is not wide enough to keep the alcove completely closed off from the rest of the weyr.
It is a spring midmorning.
Kh'ryn is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr

It was just a regular day for Kh'ryn, as he took a little hop on over to his friend Khena's weyr for a little visit. However, things went from being regular, to twilight zone material, soon after that, as both of their dragons took off to take part in a flight. Green Spankyth had taken to the pens, and both boys were intent on chasing. Which meant... Khor and Khena were left alone in her weyr.
Now, most of you who know Khena will shrug your head and say, "Yeah? So what. Kh'ryn's .. ah.. not her type."
Well, guess again. Mneoth caught, and the two riders had been drinking... soooo... You can just imagine what occured. You think poor Kh'ryn was confused before, just wait till he wakes up in Khena's weyr... Or, in her cot, to be exact!

OOC: This is the begining of a TP that includes many people. If you'd like to get in on the whole shebang, then feel free to gossip about what has already occured. As for what's /going/ to take place... You'll just have to wait for the next installment of this little doodah.
Kh'ryn, and his grumpy blue, �I did not catch this time.. Boohoo. Pity me� Zylpheth.
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