NRPG: This post was pre-written, and we've been looking for someplace to 
fit it in.  It creates a NEW thread rather than advancing any of the 
current ones <EG>.  Your characters WILL notice (this is a big deal), so 
feel free to write your reactions :). 

RPG:

	Aleta swung down from Melianth's shoulder and headed off across 
the Warren green to find the medical center.  She'd knew about Michel's 
injuries and had heard about the new girl that Reolden had found.  She 
thought her medical skills could be helpful.  Above Keldarra, the sun was 
sinking to late afternoon.

	<I'm going to hunt,> Melianth sent.  <I'm hungry.>  She spread 
her wings and launched herself toward the Warren feeding grounds.

	<Be careful dear,> Aleta cautioned reflexively.  <We don't know 
how much longer the herd will last, so don't be a glutton.>  Though, at 
the back of her mind, she realized this wasn't Melianth's usual time to 
eat... 

	<I am HUNGRY!> Melianth retorted fiercely.

	Aleta felt the world around her began to waver.  She was 
distracted-- a burning inside her that was somehow familiar.  Burning 
that resonated from Melianth...

	Suddenly, she realized.  "NO!" she screamed aloud, dropping her 
things and running toward the herd grazing-grounds.  "Melianth, stop!  
You can't *do* this to me!"

	She was cut off by Melianth's fierce, challenging scream.  She 
neared the feeding ground enough to see her green dragon perched over a 
half-eaten buck, glaring at the dragons around her with eyes flashing 
red.  Males were flying in from all over, answering her challenge with 
deep, rumbling roars.

	"Zareth can't fly!!" Aleta cried desperately, but she knew 
Melianth wasn't listening.  The dragon had come into heat, and she would 
fly to mate no matter who was ready.

	She turned to see the riders of Melianth's prospective mates 
drifting toward her.  She knew as she scanned the faces that M'tan's   
wasn't among them.  She backed up, a trapped animal, just as Melianth's 
drive overcame her...

	Melianth screamed one last challenge and took to the air.  
Roaring, the males followed her.  The green female stroked strong, 
picking up speed quickly.  The broad orbits of her eyes allowed her to 
catch a glimpse of the dragons behind her... she was broadening the 
distance.  None of them were strong enough for her.  None of them were 
worthy.  Fierce and confident, she flew on-- she and her pursuers weaving 
intricate patterns in the air above the Warren grounds.

	She was Melianth-- powerful, superior, female.  

	They'd never catch her.  Never.

**********

   The riders craned their necks, shading their eyes to watch the flight, 
those with the better view reporting the flight to those less fortunate.

   "I think it's S'brogh's Iganeth at front... no, he's dropping back."

   "It's a green one now, can't tell which..."

   "Look!" yelled one of the younger men, pointing off to the side of the 
main flight.  A small-ish dark dragon was flying in to join the flight.

   "Is that a black?  Whose black is that?"

   "No, it's purple... with blue streaks."

   "Purple and blue?  We haven't got a purple and blue at the warren..."

   The watchers fell silent for a moment until one of them spoke the thought 
they had all been thinking.  "It's wild."

   "What's a wild dragon doing so close to the warren, I wonder?..."

   "It's gaining!"

   The crowd watched tensely as the wild dragon passed Iganeth and drew 
closer to the unidentified green.

   "It's passing the green, it's got the lead!"

                            ******************

	Melianth caught a glimpse of another dragon from the corner of 
her eye.  Dark -- was that purple or black?  She couldn't tell through the 
sun and didn't care.  He was too small, certainly not worthy of her.

	She was tiring just a little, though still stronger than her 
pursuers.  She dove down, causing the males to scream and swerve off 
course.  They were pitiful.  Laughing at them, she stroked onward.

	Suddenly, she felt it.  Claws against her body, wings tangling in 
her own.  A violet, blue-streaked body wrapped itself in hers, and 
flightless the two began to fall.

	Falling.

	The smaller dragon, the newcomer.  He had caught her.  He had won 
her-- all of her beauty and majesty was his.  For that moment, he was the 
most wonderful creature she had ever seen.  They parted, just enough to 
regain their flight, though she couldn't bear to be separate... the 
absence of his touch pained her.  She could hear his voice now in her 
head. 

	<Darshan>

	The other pursuers, defeated, fell back.  Melianth and Darshan, 
knowing nothing else in the world except each other, made their way to 
the solitude of the mountains and made love as dragons do-- fierce and 
passionate and unending.

**********

   He lightly touched her shoulder and felt a surge of heat through his body 
at the contact.  Aleta turned, her green eyes meeting his dark.  Her face 
was flushed, cheeks red, lips full, eyes electrifying.  He felt the heat of 
her body, like a great furnace, envelope him, enhanced by the burning of his 
own.  Without volition or conscious thought, their lips met.

   He was too lost in the feel of her body and lips pressed against his to 
understand the shouted, "It won!  The wild purple won!"


Respectfully Submitted,

Susan Rati and Lynette Cowper

NRPG: Judi, you were looking for an example flight?