Once upon a time...
There was a world where dragons flew and humans were asked to bond with them so they didn't... get lost or something. The world fell apart when some dumbass with a power trip decided to ruin it for everyone by making rules that didn't make any sense. But some of the residents of that world skipped away to a place previously unknown to the troublemaker, and they'd been making up their own fun silly stories for a while. Then, there was a big mating flight. A queen dragon from the one world flew around and was chased by a big big red dragon from another, much older and much more 'complete' world. He brought her flowers, breathed a little fire and made smoke-rings, and then proceeded to bang her like the big one...
About half a day later, their time, the Queen laid a huge, gigantic, amazing, immense pile of eggs. She yelled a lot. She deserved to, because some of the eggs were really big. When the eggs started hatching, about another two days later, a huge group of them hatched all at once and scampered toward a guy who really didn't understand why he was there in the first place, but he was having fun anyway. Earlier, one of his little pet flitter creatures had been cursed by someone, and turned into a half-elf creature - sadly, it didn't get an elf's intelligence to go along with its new body so it really didn't have a clue how to behave, especially now that it had thumbs. That creature didn't make it to this party, so ignore all that.
Another of the weird things about this little pocket universe was that several versions of that guy were already at the party.
One of them was tall and slender and really handsome, but kind of scary - especially because even though he liked whips and chains and stuff like that, he was the doctor for the one world's people.
Another was a really small and muscular one with long elf ears and no shirt but he was also pretty good looking and he wasn't nearly as scary as the big one because, well, if you have long arms you'd be able to hold him off by the head and he'd just wave his fists and kick at you from arm's length like in a cartoon.
What happened next was that the big bunch of dragons that had just hatched thundered off to meet the tall guy. They piled themselves on him like they were flies on poop. Then, a chartreuse and fuscia dragonet popped out of her shell. Spying Blackbuck trying to pull dragonets off of his taller, scarier alter-ego, she snickered. Racing up behind the man, who was bending over, hands latched onto a struggling dragonet, she bit his butt. Just my way of saying I like you! she declared, making impression without the aid of meeting his eyes.
The elf turned with fire in his eyes, but then saw this amazingly awful-colored dragon looking at him with an 'aren't I cute?' expression on her muzzle. Her eyes were colored oddly as her skin: they had little swirlies of black and white in them, which turned and threatened to make the forest elf dizzy.
"Stop looking at me," Blackbuck said, knowing that it could never be changed now, he was certainly impressed.
Y'love me! Y'love me! Some day soon I'll be big n' strong n' you can ride me into hunts and battle and all that kinda good stuff! In fact, I bet 'soon' will be like, within the next couple days! I mean, I only spent about sixty hours in a shell, and that's 'real world' time!
"Yeah, you were cookin', I guess." Blackbuck was going to sit down but then he remembered that she'd bitten his butt and it still somewhat stung.
"Stinger," he announced, "your name is Stinger. How's that? Besides, your colors are pretty dizzying too. How in the world are we going to hunt with your colors that bright? Couldn't someone tone down the contrast?"
I am lovely! You're just very bland! Stinger said, then took a running charge at her newly impressed lifemate. He tried to dodge, but since they were connected at the soul she knew just where he would go and compensated. She landed a great big whallop on his cheek, and half his shoulder, with her heavy tail.
"Hey!? What'd you do that for?"
I am only trying to make your colors look more interesting! You are so ... so... monochromatic!
"That is an awfully big word for such a little dragon," Blackbuck said, first fingering the quickly forming bruise on his cheek and then realizing that the little pest was probably as Sadistic as he was a Machocist and they were going to get along just fine...!
Meanwhile...
Totally distressed, Courage, Vanya's bronze flitter, skittered to the sky, and watched a dog-pile on his human! Even Echo came to the air to get away from them, the blue ex-flit shrieked with a half-elfin half-fire lizard kind of incoherence, mimicking his master below. (That's the last of him. Really.)
Mine! Screamed the loudest, a pale white and grey mottled dragonet.
NO! He's mine called out another, one with speckles of green over her black skin, as she fluttered her bright green wings.
Unfair, you guys! I got here first!! Thought a pale amber-lager shaded and fairly large female.
Puh-leeeeezzze! Let meeeeee have him! He's soooooo cute! The plump pinkish-violet one bespoke.
Girls! What a stupid thing to say! With annoyance, the grape-nosed blue male bellowed.
Ha! I got him! Quickly added a dark-grey male with black stripes on his wings.
Well I did too! Thought his reverse-colored twin who had white on silvery-shaded wings.
No fair! You gotta share! Bespoke the last, slinky long-bodied dragon, whose wings were barely batlike, in fact they were more like dragonfly's than anything else.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Cried the green and black one, loudly as ever.
OOOOOOO! I got him tooo! Thought the pink and purple fatso.
Hey, I think we all get him! Suddenly the smart one, the blue with purple on his snout told them.
Oh, fun! thought the grey-and-black twin, while the other added a Yeeeeeeeeeeah!! to the mix.
Vanya meanwhile was in agony. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He was in BLISTERING, HELLISH TORTURE the likes of which had never been experienced by mortal mankind and even immortals would have trouble with it.
But he remembered something: he, like his elfin counterpart, liked pain. Once he got over the fact that having a huge bevy of little hungry and possessive minds screaming over the scraps of him hurt like walking through hot coals (not over, THROUGH), he kinda started to like it. If it wasn't one of them entering his private thoughts, it was another. Always badgering him for food or something shiny or just to pick them up and cuddle them or let's play hide and seek or have story time...When he finally let loose one single command --
"SIT!"
They pulled off of him and put down roots where they landed. They sat like little kindergarden kids, "indian style" crossed legs. Their tails wrapped around their knees, the purple and pink one sucked on hers, while the twin greys gripped their own to keep from running after them. The blue came to the front, and sat beside the amber-lager one.
We need names, Vanya! He thought.
"I'm working on it... Just give me a minute..." He groaned. But he looked them over with a tear in the corner of his sapphire eye: just like a group of kids, and by the egg he loved kids!
So while Vanya was busy thinking up names for the dragons he'd just bonded, everyone else was running around snapping up the other hatchlings. There were more than enough to go around, one of them even became a little puffy lap-dragon for a big poofy bronze who thought he was a gold.
Within about a week their time, and around a year and a half in the real world, the dragons had all grown up. They were quite spiffy. Some were rather dangerous. And all of them were extremely horny. Not like as in having horns on their heads (which they had knobby things like giraffes do, but not real horns, and one of them even had antennae instead) but horny like in the naughty way, they wanted to meet members of the opposite gender and ... well, get it on.
Vanya Version 3.0 thought this was okay, because he was an expert at that sort of stuff. He was a geezer, after all. "Why don't you guys all find a place to fly, huh?" He asked them, smoothing down the fur on his 'weyr-wolf' hide cloak. (He'd killed a bunch of them in a fit of testosterone-driven rage, and had the local leather worker make him something spiffy, and he probably paid the guy back by letting him tan his hide...)
...half a moment passes, please don't adjust your set...
When Vanya V3.0 turned around, they weren't in this odd alternate and snug universe any more. They were kind of drifting around in deep space. "This isn't what I meant," he said. But Blackbuck and Stinger were there too, as were the random set of half-flitters that followed Vanya around in whichever genre he wound up at.
They looked down and noticed that there was a big rocky parking lot area below them, so they landed. The sky stopped looking like it was night time, and started more looking like it was static off a badly tuned television set.
This is the place! Uncouth told him. Uncouth had grown into a big stone-colored nasty-ass. He was burly, broad, and extremely rude.
"But ... there isn't anything here!" V-V3.0 cried. But Blackbuck told him otherwise.
"There sure are people here, they're inside. Look, the flashing neon sign over the entrance kind of gives it away." The elf pointed, and a couple flitters landed on his hand while he did so. The neon sign over the entrance of the Healing Den had a strange symbol on it:
V-V3.0 grinned widely. "That's... nice. Hey, someone else is coming in."
He and the dragons all turned to see a couple of others descending on the Den's parking lot. They looked awfully familiar. One of them was an older man, but with the same great hair and deeply lined face as V-V3.0 had - in fact, they shared the same features anyway - if someone gave a police-sketch artist one description, they'd all match it.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, "I thought I had this idea first..." He looked about ready to pout.
"And you are...?" V-V3.0 asked, looking over the single dragon that came with the older version of himself.
"Kalkin. Don't ask, okay? You got lucky," he indicated with a toss of his head the passel of dragons that V3.0 bonded. "I had to get blasted back in time to find my bond."
Sixth made noises, and for some reason every one of the dark-haired men understood what he meant. "You are all the same person, why is that?"
"We're all figments of someone's imagination," one of them offered. Not one believed him of course. The other arrival was very very tall, much taller than the V3.0 Vanya, but his name was Vanya too. He proclaimed himself to be immortal, and from a place called Zekira.
"Sure, immortal. Like we all aren't hard to hurt?" Kalkin grunted, but then Outsider Vanya flexed and made a big muscle - which made the others go 'ooh' and 'aah'. They stared posing, but it was kind of hard to say who won.
When the posing was done, they looked up to see yet another dragon and rider landing on the parking lot. But this time, unlike most of the others, the dragon was brown - and the rider was furry.
"Cynonix," said Kalkin, "what are you doing here?"
"I am one of you, you know." The cheetah-man answered. "Even though I'm supposed to be your son."
"He's your son?" Vanya of Zekira asked, "I thought I was good at getting around genetically varied women, but... he's furry, Kalkin..."
"He is," Kalkin said, proudly.
"You don't seriously think I'm really your son, do you?" Cynonix said, bouncing on his long feet a little. "I mean, you aren't furry. And my mother wasn't furry. I came from somewhere else. Probably the same place that guy Ivo is from."
"Nope," said V3.0, "he's from Earth and he's a real descendant of another one of us."
"Well, I think I'm glad I'm not able to get back to where ever it was that I came from, anyway," the furry Cynonix said, "because it's always pursued-by-jon or chased-by-julian, or whoever the hell he is in that universe. I don't want any more of that asshole."
Together, this group of guys griped seriously about their lovers, seducers and attackers, until someone came from the inside of the Healing Den's entrance hall.
"What are you guys all doing out here?" Baeris asked, irked suddenly that a whole bunch of Vanya had shown up at the same time. "You don't seem to know the rules. No interdimensional hopping unless the genre is clear of the others."
She tisked her tongue, but Kalkin gave off a powerful smirk. They'd worked together the most, since he was mostly attached to Alabaster Weyrhold or Cove or Aerie or whatever it was called these days, and he'd helped engineer the Healing Den's movement to the Nexus.
"You know," he said, sidling up to the tall, raven-haired blue-eyed woman, "you're one of us too."
"I most certainly am not one of you lot," Baeris said, staccato and mocking. "I am obviously not."
"You might have big hooters," said Blackbuck, "but you're definitely one of our kind. Th' eyes, th' hair, the whole bit. In fact, you pre-date some of us."
Stunned at that, Baeris paused. "I... I do?" She said, haltingly looking from one exactly-the-same face to the next. "I suppose I do... But ... I'm a Kshau, how do you explain that? Hmn?"
"Aern has brothers," Outsider Vanya tried to explain. "And in one strange-ass version of the universe, The Shard" (he pronounced the uppercases) "are considered one of the biggest threats to society ever hatched."
Baeris lifted her eyebrow - a Kshau feature - but let him continue.
"And in that universe, he has a great-granddaughter, named Baeris, and another named Cheyanne."
"He's got those in Dawnlight too," Blackbuck opined, but no one listened.
"And this means I'm one of you, how, again?" Baeris folded her arms over her chest, and waited for this explanation to start making sense.
"Well, you know how there are more than one of us," Vanya said, "there isn't a Baeris on Zekira. But there is one in The Shard's universe - and there isn't a different version of any of us, there. Do you see?"
"I default to being one of 'you' because there isn't another one just like you where one of my supposed doubles is from?" Baeris coughed. "I'm... I'm really sorry, guys but that just doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't have to make sense, for you to believe it, does it?" Cynonix asked, and since he'd been living at the Healing Den on and off - and producing half-furry kittens with her youngest daughter - she had a soft spot for his big blue eyes. The 'tear-pattern' below his eyes probably had something to do with it.
"Okay, okay, whatever. But why are you here?"
"Because our dragons want to breed," They said, pretty much in unison.
"We're still waiting on at least one or two of them, however," Zekiran Vanya said. "One is shortly on his way, the other... I do not know if he'll manage to bond in time."
"Time is meaningless," Blackbuck supplied. "Lunchtime doubly so -" he was about to go off about how whoever it was they were waiting for would still be here whenever he did pair off- because the Nexus wasn't inside Time anyway. But V3.0 wisely pushed his hand over the little bugger's mouth and accepted the deep bite that Blackbuck inflicted with a smile.
Baeris ground her jaw around, and then turned on her heel. "Come inside, then. Make yourselves at home. Kalkin, your office has a bunch of fan mail, and I'm not going to answer any of it for you. Most of it's from Shy and you know how I feel about him." From her tone of voice, anyone within a city block would be able to tell how she felt. "Cynonix, that cub of yours is making me wish that we hadn't carpeted the play room."
They laughed, and led their many, varied dragons inside. They barely noticed a dark-eyed exact replica of any given one of them had arrived, soaring down on a four-winged Icarian Wind drak - another female, who was welcomed eagerly by the already present males.
"Am I late?" Istvan asked, but the elder members of the group waved him over so he sat with them. "I feel so overdressed," he said of what little he was in fact wearing - he glanced at Baeris in her leather outfit and grinned widely. "So that's her... nice."
Baeris didn't hear him, fortunately.
As the group of guys and reluctant Baeris sat around discussing what to do about their dragons plight, the dragons seemed to figure out that all by themselves. They started fluttering around - V3.0 had three females bonded to him, anyway, so they were apt to go into heat and make him really silly. The males started chasing them. But at least one of them seemed to think that they were all related and needed to spread out their gene pool a little. (Thalamus was obviously the one thinking that, because none of the others were really smart enough to care.) Most of the others didn't really think it was a big deal.
However, before that got to be much more of a problem, two very different greens decided to take matters into their own hands. One was Dulath, which simply and completely appalled Baeris. The other...
What in the Great Growing HELL is going on here?! Growled the green, dark of body and light of wing. Angsth landed among the assembly of odd dragons and their more normal cousins.
I do believe they want to have their own mating frenzy, dear one. Dulath replied. She seemed somewhat pleased to have them there. Baeris queried privately, and got this in response: I've been watching frenzies - the last one I didn't 'qualify' for. I'd love to see what these ... oddly handsome dragons would do for me in the air. We already know what their riders might do for you of course.
Blushing suddenly at that thought (well it wasn't like she didn't think about her genetic scientist... She just didn't talk about it. Especially to him!) Baeris looked away and went silent.
Kalkin gave off a pleased grin when Sixth informed him of what the Mistress Healer was blushing about. "We could see if your imagination is half of what it ought to be," Kalkin purred at her, "while they're working the kinks out of their proddy selves..."
Baeris looked at the healer - in so many ways a mirror of herself yet utterly different - and while the smarter half of her brain was stalled out at 'don't say anything! It'll go away!' the rest of her mind and body simply said, "okay, I'll start finding a good place for this shindig."
Surprised, his eyebrows shot up and the other Vanyas glanced at the woman as she strolled back into the Den.
"Did she just say yes?" Vanya V3.0 asked, floored. "That's a first, isn't it?"
"It certainly is," Kalkin said, and Cynonix grinned widely, coming up next to his 'father'.
"You so want her," he purred. "I think I'll go find Tess. And I'm keeping her to myself if you don't mind."
"Tessrabia?" Vanya V3.0 asked, "I'm so out of the loop. You and Baeris' daughter are-"
"We're ... pretty close," Cynonix admitted. Ishioth trumpeted and gave off the impression that his rider's words were the understatement of the century. Istvan muttered something about wanting to be closer, but said nothing more when anyone glanced at him. He was still a bit disconcerted by all of this. He didn't know there was more than one universe, for one thing. But like the rest of him - he learned way too fast.
Inside, the dragons finally convinced the Den to start finding them a locale. They couldn't be expected to have a frenzy indoors, now could they? Angst thought they could, but when she tried flying beside Froth she realized her mistake.
This just ain't gonna work, she muttered. But by the time she'd finished grumbling about it, the Den had settled in on a strangely dark world. The dragons gathered at the edge of one of their launching ledges, on the far side of the Den from the parking lot, and looked it over.
It will do, Ruarth said. And look, there is room down there for you all to enjoy yourselves too. The blue indicated a 'cozy' little set of rooms, some of which were set up with familiar devices and chains...
"Ooh, good," several riders said at once.
"Say..." Kalkin said, "someone ought to see about inviting a couple others. I mean, we're all well and good on our own, but there are tons of guys and gals that are 'our type'."
"There's that wonderful Jalemar," Vanya of Zekira suggested. "As I recall he was quite happy about being volunteered for Breeding experiments."
"And he bonded two dragons," Cynonix added. "And then there's Vevanya - she's got the right name, anyway..."
Kalkin snorted a laugh, and drew in a breath. "Here comes Baeris, and it looks like she's already taken care of this."
"Dulath said you're plotting new participants..." She said, "and yes I've already told Tess, she's on her way."
"Thank you," Cynonix gave a little bow. Kalkin noticed how much more relaxed and happy he seemed after living here.
"And," Baeris tapped at a clipboard which she then gave to Thalamus, "Alex and Alisa are coming too - you remember them?"
"The gender switchers?" Kalkin grinned. "And their dragons... are rather unique, aren't they?"
"They are apparently both hermaphroditic," Baeris said. "Ah, and here they come. Oh, it looks as though Fendranon and his Arienliu will be here too. Another green, good." She sighed. "I can't imagine trying to keep your guys occupied with just the few females already."
Dulath privately said, I could try! But Baeris immediately clamped her mind down and swore that if Dulath kept acting like a Sanger she'd have to toss a bucket of ice water on her. You see, you ARE one of them!
"But I can CONTROL it!" Baeris yelled, making everyone turn and look - while she clamped her hands over her mouth and practically ran away. Her daughter arrived a moment later.
"What's so funny?" She asked, while all the Vanyas were laughing.
Shortly after Fendranon found the group, his wife arrived upon her own dragon. "And what do you think you'd be doing here?!" She asked.
"Well you took your dragon to a flight..." He said, looking at his feet and then grinning at Minaia. "I think there are some private chambers over there. Do you want a drink first?" They snugged up together and were obviously going to be ignoring any one else's participation - Minaia's dragon, the silverblue Selenyan, nestled himself carefully in the Nexus, and watched along with some other lurkers.
Soon enough, Jalemar along with his pair of dragons arrived. Blue two-tone Jatecosth and Yellow/Green Halutath brought him from his journey to 'wherever' his loins were taking him. He seemed very pleased to have been invited. Vevanya and her violet Mooith dropped from the grey skies and the dark-skinned daughter of Saell bolted into the middle of the guys. "OH MY GOD!" She yelled. "If my mom saw this buncha hunks all together she'd SCREAM!"
"You did just now, dear," Baeris said, patting Vevanya's shoulder and grinning at the men, most of whom hadn't thought to cover their sensitive ears before she let off her little shriek. "Have you met the rest? Ah, and Jalemar's here already."
"I saw..." Vevanya giggled, as her eyes were clearly drawn to his butt. "And so, this is a mating flight, no holds barred, right?"
"It's a frenzy, yes," Baeris said. "I do hope that someone bothers to watch without getting involved. I know I won't be watching properly to record who pairs with whom."
Kalkin's toothy smile made Vevanya giggle again. He so liked to hear that from her. "We'll buy the dvd when it comes out. This place is wired for video and sound," he pointed out a bank of cameras. "It's just like home..."
"Alabaster had video?" Cynonix asked, but by that time, Kalkin was wandering off with Baeris at his side.
"Does this mean we're starting?" Asked V3.0, but was cut off when another couple dragons arrived from who-knew-where. One of them was a gigantic violet-black-blue Glenn dragon, clearly having been told by her Zekiran friends that there was another Frenzy in the works. Her catlike spiney rider slunk up to the group and examined them.
"Keeeen," she said, looking around Vanya's shoulder, "why didn't you tell me you were coming to this?"
"Because you're my descendant, that's why," he grumbled. "Not that it matters much."
"Nope!" Kaazha said and bounded away to find something to drink while they all got aquainted. Out of nowhere, apparently, a wet bar with no tab had shown up. Vanya of Zekira was pretty sure it was Pratts bar from Dawnlight. There was a Blackbottom behind it. Slightly down the way, however, there was a barkeep whom he recognized as being one from another universe entirely - the one which a certain foxy Red had come from.
"What the hell world is this?" He muttered.
One of the other dragons that had recently arrived was a smartly black and white female, whose wing sails were a cotton-candy pink. She looked at Vevanya's purple Mooith with a gaze that might have sent most dragons into embarassed oblivion, but Mooith took it in stride as he usually would.
Emara grinned widely at the men, gazed with interest at one or more of the women, and found herself a seat in the meantime. She would have to remember: Jalemar was her father. Just keep that in mind...
Alex and Alisa showed up, with drinks in their hands that they passed to another newcomer, Fendranon. His eager green Arienliu sniffed at the air and strutted away from Loath and the other hoidy-toidy females. She would far rather be around the males anyway. Fendranon was glad he'd been able to transform back into a humanoid for the duration of this flight.
I think that the riders are getting more aquainted than usual, already, commented Loath. She dragged herself away from the shaking-quaking shack which held human inhabitants, and wondered if they were going to start the frenzy off for the dragons or what?
Not until we are counted, spoke a dark and very impressive male. His female counterpart with black body and red patterned wings was quite large as well, at least compared to the majority of the females already there. Their riders dismounted and strode up, not speaking to one another but everyone knew they were communicating.
"You're vampires," said Blackbuck. "Cool."
"Room temp, actually," said the woman, Concairine. She gazed at the little elf-guy. He looked right back at her, and grinned. He had little pointed fangs too, only they weren't for sucking the blood out of anything. They were mainly there for "animé chic" purposes.
However, the tall elegant woman who arrived upon a blackly golden queen had fangs that would rival either of the vampires. Morgane swept by, her oil and gold Silkieth snorting and walking toward the other dragons.
"That's... a Halloween dragon," V3.0 muttered. "I think. Oh, and look there. A nice normal brown."
"It's a shame that his rider is so annoying," said Vevanya, "I mean, he annoys me and that's saying a lot." She laughed, as N'lim strutted up, his brown dragon sizing up the competition. While he did so, two more Ring of Fire dragons appeared in the dark sky, landing and hissing at one another. The one was tiny, perhaps in the Dulath-Sixth size range, which made the greeny-gold happy. The other was a gigantic red and black gold-tipped queen, quite a bit bigger than Morgane's queen, but they both acted as though the other did not exist. It was a good thing, too. They would have torn each other to pieces had this been a regular flight.
"Is there anyone else?" Vanya of Zekira asked, because Baeris had already left. V3.0's purple winged blue Thalamus came by with the clipboard she had left in his posession.
It seems not, he announced. I believe that... well, this is it.
There was a faint tremble of excitement in the blue-violet's mental voice. Little blue Sixth strolled up to him, tiny by comparison to even this other blue. He chittered and spoke mentally at the same time, Your first time, then? What fun!
Uh huh, Thalamus thought back. The sky was not any lighter than it had been when they arrived, though there seemed to be a bit of a haze along the horizon, as though the sun was lurking somewhere on the other side of it and hesitated to look down on the debauchery that was sure to come.
READ the flight? If you dare... It's got warning signs all over it. Here's one now:
If you are under 18, please think about "not" reading this flight. The dragon's flight is not explicit, however it will contain some more touchy stuff than typical flights in the past and is not designed for the weak of heart. The RIDER story IS explicit. Be warned! If you do not approve of same-gender pairings, please do not bother to read this story at all. There are instances of concentual semi-violent pairings. If any of these displeases you do not bother reading.
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Amber-Lager Froth (gold)
Ridden by: Vanya Version 3.0 (rarely)
Size: Medium-Small for Gold (around 40 feet)
Preferences: thick, heavy flight, lounging in the sun or the shade, looking down at all things
Mate Preferences: dramatic, strong, slow flight - since she can't have a bronze at this flight, she 'supposes' she'll settle for a brown, or one of her special brothers...
Greeny Gold Dulath
Ridden By: Baeris
Size: very small, not more than 14 feet long
Preferences: observation and participation in all things cool, making snide remarks
Mate Preferences: this time around she's looking for fast and furious, maybe that fancy winged one...
Dark Moody Green Angsth
Ridden By: HA! No one any more...
Size: large as Greens go, more than 30 feet long
Preferences: being moody, bitchy, complaining about having been abandoned again
Mate Preferences: stay quiet. That's all.
Metallic Green Loath
Ridden By: Vanya Version 3.0 (sometimes)
Size: good sized Green at 32 feet long
Preferences: being snooty and getting in Froth's way a lot, proving that she's faster than any other in her group save Nth
Mate Preferences: They'll have to keep up, and they'll have to be seeing a lot of her tail...
Chartruse and Fuchia Stinger
Ridden By: Blackbuck
Size: Very large for a Green base, over 40 feet long (mostly tail)
Preferences: interrupting Blackbuck while he hunts (because she hunts so much better than he does) playing pranks, intimidating the wolves on the Otherforest
Mate Preferences: Bright, loud, lewd, funny, flexible
Pink and Purple Girth
Ridden By: Vanya Version 3.0 (rarely)
Size: very squat for any dragon, at around 19 feet but ... around 19 feet around too... She can fly, by the way, with those tiny wings
Preferences: anything sweet or fun, bubbles, being able to possess shiny things
Mate Preferences:... Any that will find her cute
Brown Ishioth - hatched at Wu
Ridden By: Cynonix
Size: medium Brown, 37 feet
Preferences: butting in, relaxing on warm sunny ledges, chasing for love
Mate Preferences: though he knows that his rider's lover is gold rider Tess, he'll have as much fun as he can with whomever he can catch...
Blue Ruarth - hatched at Dragon Soul
Ridden By: Vanya of Zekira
Size: large as blues go, at 35 feet long
Preferences: scaring the pants off his rider, flying quick and high, performing tricks in the air
Mate Preferences: he'll try anything once or twice. Maybe three times.
Blue Sixth
Ridden By: Kalkin
Size: very tiny, around 14 feet long (first pass dragon)
Preferences: chittering and talking aloud to Kalkin, chasing mates, confusing people
Mate Preferences: any so long as he gets to go up again... and maybe again again
Blue-Violet Thalamus
Ridden by: Vanya Version 3.0 (most often)
Size: large as blues go, nearly 33 feet
Preferences: organizing and checking things, very egg-headed, choosy and observant
Mate Preferences: perhaps something 'different', or maybe not - he's got an agenda
Dark Grey Thoria
Ridden by: Vanya Version 3.0 (sometimes)
Size: around 35 feet
Preferences: playing tag, showing off, surprising people
Mate Preferences: not sure. Doesn't know yet how well he'll fly without his brother getting in the way
Grey Silver Thaw
Ridden By: Vanya Version 3.0 (occasionally)
Size: about 31 feet, chunkier than Thoria
Preferences: playing with Thoria, getting into trouble, coasting
Mate Preferences: someone fast - that he might not be able to catch anyway
Light Grey Uncouth
Ridden By: Vanya Version 3.0 (rarely)
Size: about 33 feet (mostly tail)
Preferences: oggling, slobbering, belching, being rude and very loud
Mate Preferences: hey bay-bee! Everyone wants him, right?
Rainbow Nth
Ridden By: Vanya Version 3.0 (rarely if ever)
Size: little, around 22 feet long and very delicate - he might be a mutated Fairy Drak?
Preferences: pollen, flowers, rainbows and light storms, pretty things
Mate Preferences: might surprise someone with his unusual strength and speed
Wind Cephari (f) hatched at Mi'ihen
Ridden by Istvan of Icarus
A typically sized female, bigger than most Greens. She is almost hyperactive, and talks constantly so she won't mentally harm her Knight.
Preferences: Who knows who could catch this quick flier?
Rider preferences: anyone (quiet), that can withstand his strength.
Violet-Twotone Mooith (male) Hatched at HD Xgen
Ridden by: Vevanya of Vella Crean
Size: small for a male at 26 feet or so
Preferences: lots.
Mate Preferences: Many. Men.
Green and Yellow Halutath (f)
Blue two-tone Jatekosth
Ridden By: Jalemar
Size: Both very small dragons, less than 16 feet long each
Preferences: yeah.
Mate Preferences: absolutely.
Red-brown and Gold Dryslydth (welsh, confused) bonded to Alexander/Alexia
This dragon, like Dadlth, should be considered both male and female. Small in size, around 24 feet long, s/he will do just fine in any flight situation.
This dragon can be considered to be both male and female. Nuff said. Around 21 feet long.
Green Arienliu bonded to Fendranon
Healing Den Cross-gen dragon. Long legs, wide wings, and 28 feet long. Fast and clever.
We think she's ready for this flight.
Pink Winged Black-White Kandi
Bonded to Emara
Ring of Fire Halloween dragon, a small sized Fira/Shadow dragoness. I think her expression tells all.
Preferences: shee yeah, lookit her!
Rider's prefs: mmm hmm. She's Jalemar's daughter.
Lightning/Fire Jaffs (female)
Bonded to Kaazha of Zekira
Jaffs is a very large female Lightning type, potentially able to fry things with bolts of lightning. She is eager to see what all the fuss is that Ref's Glimmer and a couple other Glenn type dragons have spoken of, about Frenzies.
Rider Kaazha is well experienced with ... well, that kind of thing.
Red and Black Red winged Destuliubith
Ridden by Vampire Primejdie of Geslaguil
Massive male, intent on conquering as many as it takes...
Preferences - lusty females
Rider Preferences: blonds who like being bitten...
Black Red and blackwinged Taquinerth
Ridden by Vampiress Concairine
Medium sized for a female (25 meters), but quick and sure in the air.
Preferences: fun, teasing, wants it all
Rider Preferences: loose and lusty. she'll have fun.
Brown Unurith ridden by N'lim
Riding for the Warren, Hatched at Mooncrest
Medium-sized brown, quick enough in the air, but prodded on by his rider constantly.
Mate Preferences - possibly whoever slows down long enough to see properly
Rider preferences - yes. Lots. Slap.
Orange-black-yellow marked Hessianth, Ridden by Gregory
Hatched at Ring of Fire
Very small adult size means this jack-o-lantern marked aggressive dragon will have certain females in mind for his flight.
Mate Preferences: who knows?
Rider preferences - sure to be saited at this flight!
Red Black Gold Succubith hatched at Ring of Fire
Bonded to Corvia at Azon
Very large dragoness, queen-sized if not big for one. Sharp, hard to pin down, and bold.
Mate preferences? Who knows...
Rider preferences - there are other vampires here? Hmn....
Oil and Gold Silkieth Hatched at Healing Den
Bonded to Morgane
Medium-large for queens (equitable to a large gold), and very slick in the air.
Dangerous Morgane uses much magic. Beware of her.