"What has made you so frantic all of a sudden?" the mage asked her bond mildly one evening. The glassy orange was positively twitchy with a sudden flurry of anxiety, anger and giddiness. I - I do not know... I have to - to go... now. For one who had kept most of her emotions under wraps for the sake of her bond, this new surge of uncontrollable feeling was maddening. Trialth screamed in a mix of pure fury and naked fear as she instinctually fled for the flight deck.
An odd menagerie of shimmery dragons of all kinds had shown up for her flight. Two of a darker coloration, two of a lighter, and one without any true color at all - since he lacked a hide entirely. Diving snout-first into the animal pen, Trialth's intense need for blood peaked. She lashed out with her spiked tail and crushed one of the Inyu, then drained it of the hot, metallic fluid she longed for. Another met a quick demise at the end of the horn on her snout and was similarly devoured. There was none of the usual internal war with her bond to only blood the beasts, Trialth knew what she was doing deep inside. Kiah had temporarily blocked the link that connected the two anyway, she didn't need what Trialth was feeling to unleash all that she had finally managed to gain control of.
One bloody mess later and Trialth had slaked her frenzied thirst. Now she became aware of the five dragons surrounding her, all watching the dragoness with keen, lustful eyes. Not even a taunting bugle before the glassy orange leapt into the air, taking the partial glitz blue Kiyaelro out of the flight before he had even spread a wing with the powerful backlash of her spiked tail. The red-tinged points crashed onto his wing-shoulder and raked up his neck as she lifted off, leaving three long gashes behind. He roared in pain, lunged at the retreating glassy tail but failed, and left to be tended by his rider.
Air filling her wings, and the snap of four pairs of them beating behind her spurred Trialth to fly faster and harder than she ever imagined she could. She twisted, ducked and swerved through the air, her suitors never more than a handsbreadth behind. Tiessiapa decided to make the first move, darting speedily between the larger dragons to catch up. At last he was over her and dove suddenly to claim his prize. What a surprise it was to find he was not twined with the glassy orange he had been chasing, but the larger shimmery black-green form of Llaxaem. The wyld bellowed in anger, then belched a poisonous cloud at the silvered-copper before wrenching himself free. It was too late however, the glowing orange and her two remaining suitors had moved on.
Only two to go... Feeling her borrowed energy waining, Trialth made her flight path straighter but no less treacherous, skimming close to the metal walls and windows, the observation decks, the floor, anything to scrape off her final suitors. But Keiyanaan was not going without a fight, oh no. The wild storm dragon followed her trail to the letter, creeping ever closer. He grabbed her dangerous spiked tail so it could not be used on him, the climbed up her rear until he had a firm grip on her wing shoulders. Victory seemed assured, the glassy orange was willing to submit from exhaustion. Plus, she liked the dark-colored wild storm dragon, he had treated her with more respect then the rest of the crowd had.
No! A sudden chill crept up on the distracted wild storm as he attempted to properly capture his glowing prize, bringing with it a bone deep, soul-rending terror. The ice skeletal Neywice was gripping Keiyanaan's hind legs in his blue-glowing paws, a powerful aura of fear emanating from him. The wild storm released Trialth as if she were red hot and fled, having succumbed to the fear Neywice's powers produced. You will be mine, or no one else's! he hissed coldly, descending on the weary dragoness. She struggled; this was not right, this was not good... she did not like the skeletal dragon. It was his bond, the ghostly Ankelth. Something about him had so greatly disturbed Kiah the day they met, she refused to leave her quarters again. Trialth was frantic in her need to be free of the ice skeletal, but she felt his grip tightening as he wound himself around her in an icy embrace.