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Meepfur rolled 3 20-sided dice:
4, 20, 20
Total: 44 (3-60)
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 Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 9:10 pm
Firith was difficult when she was proddy. She postured, she bragged, she made sure everyone got a good look at her glowing green hide, her fine form, her battlescars. She actively sought to attract attention, and then when she received it, abruptly rebuffed it with snarls and sharp insults directed at whomever had presumed to appreciate her. Instead of welcoming suitors, she pushed them away as hard as she could. It often seemed pure capriciousness, but there was an underlying strategy. Her goal wasn't to have as many males chasing her as possible; rather, it was quite the opposite. She wanted the ones who didn't have the sense to heed her warnings, to stay away, to give up. It was a brand of 'sense' that she was not possessed of, nor did she appreciate it in other dragons. Let the spineless whelps stay on the ground if she'd hurt their feelings, because if mere insults had been too much for them, they didn't stand a chance against her claws.
If it weren't for the fact that her dragon's proddiness sometimes spilled over to her, Ralla would probably have been amused by Firith's games. As it was, she was too busy being sharding unsettled and utterly uncomfortable - even though she'd done this twice before already - to be in anything but a foul mood while she waited for it to be over with.
As the sun began to set, and Ralla was making her way back to their weyr, the waiting finally ended. Firith, who had been resting on her ledge, started suddenly from her doze, eyes flashing purple and red-orange by turns. The green roared and dragged her claws along the stone before leaping into the air. She was ready!
But were they?
Participants:
Bronze Acriculeth (4 dice)
Blue Magith (2 dice)
Green Xenth!!
Numbers to Match: 4, 20, 20
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moonlit-raven rolled 2 20-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 12:53 pm
Magith didn't always chase, picking and choosing his flights with care, but after everything, the green rising was a welcome distraction. Especially since he wasn't going to tell his rider beforehand.
He had watched the green from a distance for most of the afternoon, keeping an eye on her and the suitors that approached. She didn't seem to have a favorite, something that rather pleased the small blue, and when she finally rose, he was ready.
He rose into the air with a snarl, eager to fly. He might not be the biggest or the strongest, but he had every intention of putting up a challenge.
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