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Post by purnip on Jul 10, 2012 14:11:20 GMT -5
It appeared as though the Iron was hardly interested in chasing them, which could have made or broken them for the evening. They were moving past one monster only to engage another in battle. Neither of the two knew how they would stop Risk exactly. It hadn't even occurred to Wrynsk who was going to do the actual stalling. It was a sense of duty that drew him there. He knew it was his purpose to keep everyone at the weyr safe, even at the cost of his life. What he did worry about however, was his handler. If he died, how would Wrynri feel? Bad, obviously. He could tell the kid was apprehensive about all this. They could try leaving it up to someone else, but that wasn't a responsible choice at all. If they knew where the worst of the danger was brewing, they were honorbound to meet it.
They arrived in time to see Risk facing off with Kisk and a group of healers. Wrynri immediately slid off while Wrynsk started to slow down, approaching the Gold's rear. He gave a snarl to announce his presence, at the same time getting a better idea of how seriously outmatched he was. Even with Kisk's help, they would fail to placate this livid monster. Wrynsk wanted to talk to her, soothe her with rationality as it were, but he had the distinct feeling that his words would just be nothing but white noise in her head. The pain of her loss was great. The injustice she felt in this situation was immense. If only he could convince her, somehow, to take out her anger on the intruders rather than her own.
Risk-mom stop! Outside, foes that kill. Foes kill Risk's. Not humans! He stepped up, thoroughly uncertain of how the Gold would react. He was prepared to dodge, at the very least, but he wasn't going to dare countering. Stopping her would be like trying to stop a train. There were enough dragons beginning to stir that would meet Risk with a better skill level in combat than himself. He just needed to buy them some time.
Wrynri glanced over to Kisk and Kire. Something in his eyes said that he was ready to take a bullet for them; not to get involved. He was supposed to die out there. He could have easily been yet another casualty, with his Brown lost to the wilds, later to become a threat to the weyr himself. This way was better for the both of them. While it pained them both to put themselves back into harm's way, they owed at least this much to the same weyr that saved them.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 10, 2012 18:27:33 GMT -5
Ori sighed, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. “Seems awful quiet out here for a weyr under attack,” she muttered to her black wher, who was presently amusing himself by trying to walk along the underside of a tree branch by clinging to it with his claws and the hook-like appendages of his wings. No one come because Orisk so scary. All wher afraid of Orisk, HAHAHAHA.[/color] Even after all the years she’d been with Orisk, the wher’s brand of laughter had never ceased to be a little unnerving.
“Don’t get too excited or you’re gonna fall out of your tree,” she grumbled, running a finger down the smooth surface of one of her arrows. Orisk swiveled his head back to look at her, his green eyes seeming strangely luminous in the dark. Orisk no fall, Orisk much too…[/color]
Before Ori had time to wonder what was distracting her wher, the gold’s cries crashed through her mind at the same time they hit Orisk. That did knock Orisk out of the tree, as the overpowering emotions of a queen wher losing her handler dazed him and he lost his precarious grip on the bark. Ori, being of reasonable intelligence and thus right-side up, didn’t have that problem, but even so, the words seemed so loud, and the transmitted loss so devastating, even though it wasn’t her own, that she clenched her eyes shut and put her hands over her ears as though that would drown it out.
Fortunately the gold’s broadcast was brief, while intense. Ori was pulled back to reality quickly enough by her wher’s irritable muttering as he shuffled around on the ground, kicking at fallen leaves. Stupid wher be so loud, why need bother all otherwher and peoplethings with personal problem. No one care. Deal by self. No bother Orisk, knock Orisk out of tree…[/color]
“Shut up, you,” Ori said, rubbing her head as she swung herself over the branch she’d been sitting on and clambered back down to the ground. “You could try having a little more respect than usual, you know. Just to spice things up. Give it a try. How’d you like it if I got mauled to death by wild whers or whatever in Faranth’s name is going on over there?”
Orisk snorted, turning his face up to his handler with the most innocent look he could manage. But Ori never go all deadlimpy. Ori be with Orisk forever and ever.[/color] He trotted to her side, nuzzling his head into her leg, leaving a nice loving snot stain on her pants. Ori checked to make sure her crossbow and arrows were still secured where she’d replaced them at her back before starting off in the direction the wher’s wail had come from. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s just go see what the trouble is.”
They made their way out of the forest and into the rocky territory neighboring the weyr wall before long, Orisk trotting ahead to take the lead while Ori stayed behind, crossbow out and ready should they be ambushed. Orisk’s black nostrils flared, snuffling at the air as he began to pick up on the scent of death, guiding them toward it. Beginning to overpower the invisible trail he followed, though, was another smell—not of death, but not one that smelled much better.
What’s that? Ori said, dropping back into mental communication in case whatever ‘it’ was happened to be dangerous and possibly toothy. She squinted into the dark, raising her bow as her steps forward became cautiously slow. Her wher, however, shared none of her concern, plowing right on ahead. Is deadthing. Bossyloudshinywher’s person. Definitely dead. Also big smellywher, iron. Wild. No person.[/color]
Ori stopped in her tracks, doing another silent check to make sure the crossbow was loaded and ready, and sighting along it, taking aim at the bulky creature she could just make out next to another fallen figure, though she didn’t let the arrow fly just yet. Is that the one that killed him? One of the attackers?
Don’t know. Orisk find out![/color]
Wait, don’t--!
But it was too late for that. Orisk trotted right over to the larger iron, a spring in each step of his spindly black legs. Hello to smellyone! Hope are having a nice smelly day. Night. Timething. You kill limpybloodyone? Hate silly two-leg ones? Hug with teeth and they fall down?[/color]
Ori barely held back from cursing under her breath, keeping watch on Orisk and keeping an arrow pointed at the iron in case things went wrong. As they so, so often did when Orisk was concerned.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Jul 10, 2012 21:03:57 GMT -5
AylinaPretty... trouble... Waroth is angry with us... yes, she is...[/i] Despite a general fondness and love for pretty much everyone and everything, reds and oranges were just a little less loved because of their often conflict ridden personalities and tempers. Aylina would tell her what to do for sure, until then, she was content to help protect the shipfish friend as she had been told.
Wenth blinked her eyes at Ekuda, listening to his voice and his words. These are mad wher, yes... they are... mad wher are dangerous, yes... they are... do not want shipfish friend to be sad if you are hurt, no... we don't... Her eyes searched, looking for the wild wher with a potent odor. No sight of him, no, none that she could see. But all was suddenly gone with the arrival of the very thing she had wanted to see; a shipfish. In response to her own childish, wonderous delight, the tan dragon sent the image to her rider, excited. Look, shipfish! It's a shipfish, AylinaPretty![/color]
Wenth imitated the tilt of Ekuda's head, listening and conveying the shipfish's answers to Aylina. There is blood... in the waters, maybe by the river... maybe, I do not know, the shipfish says so. Maybe tell Waroth or someone?[/i] She asked Aylina, getting anxious as she felt her rider's sudden anxiety, and anger at something- Waroth, she realized, craning her neck to look toward the fishcatcher huts.
Aylina cursed under her breath after Waroth was back in the air. Shards, how'd Waroth known to start with? Gonna have to make it up t'everyone somehow, ain't no reason for them t'take the heat for somethin' I did. She gave L'xon a wane smile, clearly unhappy at the thought of making the elderly head back into their huts. Ridan, she'd never met 'im, but if he'd died, his wher must be grieving. Giving a look to the fisherman she'd only wanted to help, the pink haired weyrling muttered something to herself and accepted L'xon's hand to help her up.
"Gotcha, I'll have 'er get Mister Ekuda-" A pause, distant look across her face as she swore mightily, looking upset. "Shards, there's bodies in the water according to Wenth. She heard it from the shipfish, wher and human by the river, from what she said." Brown eyes looked to her fellow weyrling, expression apologetic and unhappy. "Sorry 'bout this, L'xon, I thought it was the right thing t'do, callin' e'eryone out t'help get people where it's safe in th' weyr." Making sure her seat was proper, awkard as it felt, she bit her lip and sighed as she prepared to give Wenth the orders to go back. "I'll set the line straight with Nimara an' Catori, ain' no reason for you an' the others t'get in trouble on my doin'."
Wenth? Ask Mister Ekuda t'come with ya back to the weyr, ours or whoever's he'd like to go, we gotta go back to th' Weyr or Waroth's gonna rip our hides. Ridan's dead.
Wenth's response was quick, surprisingly so. Yes... poor Ridan... I will ask Mister Ekuda to come back with us, yes... I will... if he does not, I will come back after he is inside...yes, I will...[/color] She watched, comforted that Halventh would take care of AylinaPretty and turned her great head to Ekuda himself. Take care of Aylina, Halventh... thank you for helping us... I'm sorry that Waroth was mean... yes... I am... she should have been mean to me... yes... she should have...[/i]
Mister Ekuda, AylinaPretty says it is time to go now, because Ridan is dead and more are probably too... your shipfish friend would not want you to be dead, no... he wouldn't... It is not safe outside anymore... no... it isn't... come home with me... or I can take you to a friend's... yes... I can...? A pause, what was it HerPretty always said when she wanted something to be done and was extra nice? Oh, yes. That. Oh, I forgot... I am sorry... please? Big blue eyes watched the Dolphineer, patiently waiting for his answer.
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Yuri swore under his breath, heart aching at the news of more deaths- including that of a goldhandler who's wher went rogue on them, killing one of the gorgeous white wher and its handler too. The healers. The healers needed help. Yusk squealed, dancing sideways in agitation as her eyes flashed a series of yellow and orange in alarm. Help? Go help? Stay? Go help healer? Go? Yes? Yuri go? Yusk run?[/i] She looked to him, torn, she didn't know what to do. Lot of blood, lot of sadness. Lot of pain.
Her head jerked, listening to the sound of another. Kisk, he was named. Kisk need help. Yusk help, she decided, gently nosing her handler's fist. Help, Yuri. Help Kisk. Help Healer. Need guard wher. Am good guard, yes?[/i]
"Yes." He told her, turning on his heel and breaking into a sprint, Yusk bolting like a pale sage arrow ahead of him. Go help Kisk, tell other wher we're on our way. He would get there in time, he hoped, and focused on looking for where the healer's tent was, hoping it was the area where that pink had flown off. Huffing and trying to catch his breath quickly, he gave a brief, curt nod to Lonet. "What needs to be done?"
Yusk help Kisk guard. Yusk noblewherguard too.[/i] Yusk informed the black wher, taking stance beside him. her eyes whirring in anxiety. She watched. Red death. Gold death. All dead? No, gold attack, gold death, she decided uncertaintly. Gold not pass. Red maybe. Maybe. Yusk fast. Run fast. Confuse if attack, yes?[/i]
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Fssssk was bored. No stupid prey. No food. Bored. hungry. Go find. He growled, slinking off and heading for the source of others were. His territory. Make new. Running through the forest, he broke through the clearing a healthy jaunt later, pausing to sniff the air with growl that steadily built into a snarl. Green. Stupid green. He would stalk stupid greens. Eat greens. Eat. Hunt. Claim new territory.
There.
Stupid green stalking. Fssssk stalk stupid green. Hunt and pounce when green try to attack prey. His prey. He pounce, only Fssssk pounce here! Eyes whirring red, Fssssk slinked forward little by little, tensing in preparation to bound after and attack Xsssk when the green would launch her own ambush.
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"Thanks, but no thanks." Another sharding dragonrider. At this point, she was about glad she hadn't gotten one of the beasts. Her expression was steely, arms at her sides but her posture more than poised for whatever may come. Her head was still throbbing from the combination of, well, everything going on. "They need help guarding the healers. Help us out by helping them somehow. Be a watchdragon and look out for more. If a Gold has everyone's attention, who's got the entrance and every other place covered?"
A thought, she sent a look to Ciali, considering her options. They'd get there faster, actually, if this guy were willing. "Hey, you're heading for the entrance or some place to keep watch, right? Since you're not allowed to fight or anything right now due to dark and dragons not seeing great, why not take us with? Four sets of eyes are better than two, and we have weapons where you don't."
A smile, one that had let her get away with quite a bit back in the day, showed up on her face. "Here's how it'll go; she and I'll either just head out in another direction once we're inside and get to the entrance, maybe even give you a sporting wave as a result, or you let a pair of twenty five turn old women experienced in combat and trained for these kinds of situations go and do their job in one way or another." A wink was sent T'von's way. "Besides, you and handsome there look like good company, and Ci here and I are good company."
Dice were cast, whether the outcome came up in their favor or not was entirely up in the air.[/size]
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Post by Ondine on Jul 11, 2012 1:43:45 GMT -5
Really? First one dragonrider, and then another. Hadn't Waroth just said to get in contact with a Wherhandler? Then why on earth were all of the bloody dragons trying to stop them. Ugh. So, incredibly, monstrously irritating. Her eye twitched. That her sister was hitting all of the points she was otherwise going to say only barely helped to calm her. Well, it was probably better that she was the one to talk to this guy, because the redhead simply wanted to explode at him.
On the other hand, she could appreciate not getting near Risk right now. Not because she thought they'd be slaughtered, but simply because she wouldn't be able to accurately hit Risk with Ausk right there, also fighting. She could wait until either Ausk died or was victorious, and then shoot Risk if she remained. That would still pit her, and whoever else had crossbows, against a rampaging Gold. Not the best plan, but the best that involved unbonded humans. She suppressed a sigh, listening to her sister talk, watching as Ausk fought Risk...and, closer, the healer camp swiftly evacuating. One of them, the one with the Pink dragon, apparently, jumped onto her dragon and took off, swiftly ascending into the night sky, away from the murderous gold.
Good.
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Dilath swiveled her head towards where Risk was when the Wher screamed. Ondine winced, holding onto her current burden through sheer force of habit and training. A year ago, she might have dropped the bandages through nerveless hands. So she stared, shocked, at the wall. Whatever that was, it boded nothing good. Nothing at all. And the way that Dilath abruptly turned and looked at her, she knew that her Pink felt the same way.
And, what felt like moments later, she heard two people die. Saw their bodies hit the ground, savaged by the gold that had just cut between them and the Whers at the entrance. Ohshards, Dilath! Lonet grabbed her, and that broke her out of whatever stupor had seized her mind. There was an enraged, bondless Gold that had just murdered a man and his Wher in front of her. The older healer practically threw her at Dilath, whose eyes were wide with a three-way blend of red, orange and yellow, bleeding into and out of each other. The healer jumped up to Dilath's knee and vaulted up to her saddle. Fly love, fly!
Dilath needed no further encouragement, and leaped for the sky. She hated flying at night. Hated it. She couldn't see nearly as well, had to rely on Her's to help her. Sharding violence. Why is Risk so violent? Why?! She knew the kind of grief that would take her if Ondine passed, but she wouldn't catch up others in that! Risk was being selfish, and hating of the world for a terrible accident. I can fly for some time. Ondine, what should we do? And Ondine didn't really have an answer. Fly to the entrance? Circle the Weyr? Maybe...maybe they should just stay high in the air, until it was safe to come down.
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Lyrnn shuddered as Risk's cry of soul-crushing sorrow washed over him, and then again when it turned to rage. At about the same time that Audren had gotten to Ausk, he'd gotten Lyrsk to turn around and head back towards him, retreating somewhat to get closer to the healer's camp and guard the rest of the entrance to the Weyr. With Ridan dead and Risk wild, the Gold was a murderous danger to the rest of the Weyr. Including, say, that healer's camp right there. Snarling, he made sure that his crossbow was still ready to fire, watching for the sight of the monstrous Gold. And then h-
Lyrnnown, behind!
He turned as Audren bounded past him on Ausk, watching as a Wher and his handler died. Shards. That was a White that just died. Lyrsk bolted past him as his handler broke into a run, catching up with Audren as she stood with a knife in her hand. The healer's camp was...evacuating. Good. He was staring at the monstrous Gold in front of him, six feet high...nine feet long...taking on the smaller Red. Double checking his crossbow, he spoke to Audren even as he sighted at Risk. "What do you need me to do?" Circle quick and far, get to the other side, protect Lonet and-, he broke off as the girl with the dragon took to the air. Just Lonet, then. Understood. The Blue Wher moved swiftly and as silently as he could away from the two humans, staying a safe distance from the feral Gold, until he got in front of Lonet with Kisk and Yusk.
Yeah, bad night. But things were getting a bit better, as Ausk pulled back just a tiny bit. Enough of a gap that he had enough time for a solid shot that blasted from the crossbow into Risk's right shoulder. Good. If he could hit a hip next time, or perhaps even the other shoulder, Ausk should have a better chance. He moved to reload his crossbow, eyes flicking between his work and Risk.
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The Iron and his rider were in the air as Risk screamed, and Z'an swore. Profusely. He'd awakened earlier to the screams and cries echoing into his weyr, and swiftly dressed and taken off. Enough thought was flying around between Whers and Dragons to piece together enough of what was going on. Risk was wild, there were other Whers attacking, and the whole goddamn Weyr was going a bit nutty. Also, candidates and Weyrlings were...well, doing bad things. Like charging out into combat and danger without any sort of discipline. The hell was wrong with their Weyrlingmaster and Candidatemaster?
Blood on the ground of the Weyr, a Pink Weyrling lifting off from the healer's encampment (was that a dragonhealer he recognized?) and a brawl between...Risk and a Red. Oh yeah, that was not the place to be. Shying away from that, he took Akanith along the walls of the Weyr, intending to do a flyover of the outer walls. Before he got too far though, he had Akanith speak to Dilath. Stay high and safe. Follow me if you want, but stay inside of the Weyr walls and look for Whers.[/i] He expected to see nothing, or perhaps a single Wher, after some searching. Instead, he nearly immediately spotted the burning red hide of a Wher that he didn't know...and a human and another Red Wher stalking that one. He reached through Akanith to Damali. Akanith and Z'an above. We won't join a fight, but we can watch for what she does. Have a better idea?[/i] Akanith snorted. He hated flying at night. Z'an was the one to spot the Wher, the dragon could barely see the damn thing, and if he looked away for too long, he couldn't find it again until his rider pointed it out.
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Dalsk was happy enough when the dragon dropped him down. A moment later, he was bolting into the woods, aiming for the spot where he'd seen a two-legged under attack by Whers. That wasn't right! Two-legged needed help fast! But Dalsk was good fighter, and could help! Angry Whers should not be angry and should not attack two-legged! But he didn't find anyone there but the body of a Wher. Where was two-legged? Sniffing around, he quickly picked up the trail of blood from a non-Wher, no Ichor there. And followed it. Clearly, two-legged needed love to balance pain.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 11, 2012 12:53:52 GMT -5
Halventh had to walk out to a clear area to take off, in which time he heard Wenth's regret and his head perked up.
Oh no, he clucked back at his sister, puffing out his chest despite the paw being held against it. Definitely all to me. He fluttered up into the night sky on rapid wingbeats, higher even than the Weyr Rim so that he could glide in over it without much manuvering. L'xon's weak smile surfaced over his shoulder at Aylina, but already the blue's senses were getting assaulted again and he had to turn back to concentrate on steering his dragonet in the right direction. Halventh's new upset came from a clash of thick bodies below, wher snarling and screaming echoing all the way up to their sanctuary on a thermal cap. Halventh looked to his own weyr, and at the impromptu camp that had been arranged for casualties, but remained unsure. A few drops of dragon blood sprinkled the ground below, falling from the wrist of his tucked paw.
Just go to the weyr and budge over for Wenth. I'll look at you. Weyrlings were not bereft of dragonhealing techniques, and Halventh's little hurt could be tended by L'xon's grant of supplies. His blue whistled assent and flapped over onto his ledge, then obligingly inched to one side. L'xon slipped off his arm with practiced grace, not giving Aylina any particular instruction to follow suit as he darted into his home. He came back and began the work of convincing Halventh to put his pressed appendage down. There were just a few holes in his hide where enormous talons had pressed.
"Ohhh, she got you," L'xon offered, sympathetic even if he thought the injury resembled a child's after he went around teasing thornbushes. Halventh warbled, also sympathetic (to himself). "My poor boy," the rider continued, and Halventh's voice rose into a keen. L'xon dabbed at the marks with a wet rag. "What will Wenth think?" The keen sputtered out and Halventh's head retreated back toward his shoulders. His rider smirked.
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"This is my home!" Ekuda snorted back at Wenth. "The whers are supposed to be keeping it safe for stringy folk like me." He had been gazing off after the departure of his dolphin partner, but turned around and stomped back to the tan at her suggestion. "Leg!" he prompted, then hustled up her side and into the rider's dip on the neck. "Take me inside then. Don't care where. Perhaps somewhere with something to drink." He pulled the belt of his robe tighter on his waist, then rested both hands on the textured ridge ahead of him.
His features softened as he rested in the natural saddle. "You're a nice dragon," he added.
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Slosk replied with a belly-founded expulsion of air that blew from his nose as much as his mouth. The grunt actually had a fresher scent than the rest of him. He continued to puff air from his nostrils over Orisk's face as he examined the black's toes, then turned away to pick up and drop various extremities of the corpse.
A few sizable rocks slipped from the higher reaches of the wall, pattering down the slopes to the northeast, and the iron quivered up to his full height with a squawk. He swung his head up, gazing almost skyward in his efforts to pin down images from the cliffs. He nosed Ridan one more time, eyes manifesting the colors of overripe chicken yolks. He laid down, got up, trotted a few feet up the rock, then flattened himself onto his belly, hissing at the upper stretches of the wall.
He fanned his wing stubs and launched himself forward, through the rock dust, out of sight.
[ OOC: Pardon the shortness, just shifting my guys so that others can move (while I have the chance to post). ]
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 12, 2012 0:37:02 GMT -5
Orisk stood more or less still while the wild iron sniffed him over, save for the occasional tilt of his head or twitch of his tail. He was a good deal more at ease than his human handler, who barely breathed as she kept her eyes trained on the iron’s head, in case he should suddenly open that nasty mouth of his that was much too close to Orisk and decide to shut the black wher up with his teeth. He wouldn’t be the first wher to be tempted.
Don’t think this one kill deadthing there. No have much his scent.[/color] Orisk sounded almost disappointed, looking about as bored as a wher can be with his thick tail tapping half-heartedly at the ground. Too stupidbrain to hate peoplethings too. Look, try move limpydead. Big wher too much musclefat, no room brain. Not smart like Orisk.[/color] He decided he hadn’t quite ridiculed the iron enough to meet his quota yet, and decided to fire a bit more wisdom Slosk’s way. Smellylump better no eat. Humans no like when make deadones tastysnack. Stupid rule, Orisk know. Waste good food.[/color]
He snickered into Ori’s mind as the iron squawked at the cliff, himself making no attempt to dodge the rocks. Obviously such trivial things were only something a lesser wher (or human) would worry about. He was only able to enjoy his conclusion for a minute before an overgrown pebble plunking him on the head gave him cause to reevaluate his theory, but Orisk decided to put that on hold until he’d gathered more evidence.
Ori’s eyes closed for a second in relief as she finally released the death grip she’d taken up on her crossbow, watching the iron disappear. Come on, we’d better keep going. I think something’s up there, she grunted to her wher via the wonders of telepathy. Largely she just wanted to leave the area, both because hanging out with dead bodies wasn’t exactly a pastime of hers and because she didn’t want to take any chances on that nasty-looking iron coming back for a stealth attack.
Orisk turned and moved right back to her side in an exaggerated, high stepping trot, jogging ahead of Ori and leaping nobly onto a rock, tiny wings fluttering in the air as if such piddly limbs could possibly aid his ascent. He made a show of looking around, striking poses as if he really was some sort of brave guardian of the night. Just stop it, you, unless making yourself a perfect target for whatever’s up there is your goal. If that’s the case you’re doing pretty good, keep right on going.
The wher snorted laugher into her mind, hunching down and locking his eyes on the cliff wall before springing up at it and scrabbling for a second before his claws and wings found holds, and Orisk began scaling his way up with practiced ease. Ori sighed. Is there any point in telling you to be careful? Orisk just went right on his way, clawing his way up, as Ori hurried around to find a more manageable way to follow him up. Nope nope, because Ori no need ever worry! Orisk never be hurt. No wher climb better Orisk.[/color] He reached for another clawhold, but it didn’t hold, his paw slipping out as a rock tumbled to the ground below. Intentional.[/color]
Ori decided to save herself the worry and ignore her wher’s progress up the cliff, deciding to focus on her own instead. It was Orisk, though, who found signs of life along the weyr wall first, as he poked his head up and found himself not far from a red and her handler. Redwher, hi! How are on fine evening? Nice bloody deathy night, yes?[/color] Ori, hearing her wher though she couldn’t see him at the moment, pushed herself into climbing faster. She spotted figures higher up—thankfully, one of them human—and hurried toward them. “Ori and Orisk,” she hissed through the darkness toward the other handler, glancing around to make sure they didn’t have any other company she should know about. “You know what it is we’re tracking up here?”
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Jul 12, 2012 19:49:50 GMT -5
Mister Ekuda does not look like string... no, he doesn't... Wenth informed her charge very solemnly as she offered her leg obediantly, holding very still to make sure he was seated in the right place and would not fall off. That would be bad, yes... it would, she did not want him to fall. Muscles tensed as she prepared to lift off, wings beating as she pulled herself into the air and headed for the safety, well, relative safety anyway, of the bowl where she was supposed to be. Mister Ekuda is a nice human too, yes... he is... and your friend is too, he is nice, does he like to play...? She responded to the compliment, giving one of her own and asking a question, as was the norm for the tan when she wanted to know something. Whether or not she would remember the answer was something else entirely, but she tried hard.
Though her eyesight was not as good at night as she wished it was, large eyes managed to pick out the form of a group of wher, noticing that one of them was bright in color- and thus easier to spot- and hummed in response. Aylina would want her to tell, yes, she would. Hello Kalesk... body of handler and wher by the river... yes... there is... shipfish has said so... Maybe Waroth and Nimara would find the others, maybe... She knew where Aylina was, she would always know where HerPretty was.
Halventh was hurt, sure, it seemed shallow enough of a wound that L'xon didn't seem terribly bothered about it, but the sight of the injuries, and the blood, were more than enough to get Aylina upset. That just wasn't right, she shoulda been the one to get it from Waroth an' Nimara, not L'xon and Halventh! Sure, she didn't want Wenth getting holes poked in her either, but still- she was the one responsible, so it should be her getting punished! How L'xon was actually managing to tease Halventh was beyond her, she couldn't see anything funny 'bout this. "You sure he ain't hurtin' bad? Sounds like it does." She asked anxiously, offering whatever she could that she thought might be of help while her fellow weyrling tended to his dragon.
Atta girl, Wenth. Aylina encouraged her, finally spotting the dragon as she came in with Ekuda. She tried not to show her surprise, she figured he'd end up back in the hut all things considered, but maybe Wenth was just too shardin' sweet to resist. Faranth knew that she had problems sayin' 'no' sometimes to those big blue... or green... eyes that would watch her sometimes. Good girl, good girl. We're gonna have t'go get yelled at by Waroth an' Nimara, an' prolly Catori too.
Wenth snorted, trying to avoid taking up too much of the ledge- because this was Halventh's weyr and it was rude to take up too much room, yes, it was- and lowered herself close to the ground, offering her leg without being asked for Ekuda to dismount if he wished. Or he could stay, that was okay too. Halventh got hurt.[/i] Her eyes whirred at the sight of the injuries, looking to her clutchsib. Halventh, does it hurt a lot...? It looks like it hurts... yes... it does... She would definitely have to ask Waroth to poke her too, because it wasn't Halventh's fault, no, it was not.
Aylina borrowed Wenth's mind for a moment, reaching tentatively to Nimara and Waroth to politely, and formally request a meeting with them to discuss her punishment- and to assume full responsibility for her actions. As an added thought, she sent the same message to Catori and her dragon as well. Candidate Master, Weyrling Master, if I may, I'd like t'have a meeting as soon as appropriate 'bout my actions t'night. I take full responsibility, was all my doin'. I asked the others for help, please don' punish them for that. She'd get it and then some, the pink haired weyrling thought, the knots building in her stomach. But fair was only fair; she had to get taken t'task for it, and that was the only course of action she could think of to take.
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Chek
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Post by Chek on Jul 13, 2012 4:47:20 GMT -5
Damali twitched, shivering in response to the unexpected dragon voice relayed to her through Damask; she glanced up, briefly, to see the dragon silhouetted against the night sky, a moving shadow blocking the view of the stars, faintly gleaming in the dim moonlight. She promptly returned her gaze to the wher she was stalking across the rocky cliffs outside the edge of the Weyr.
The red was circling towards the back side of the Weyr, glancing upwards every so often at the wall as she prowled along, as if gauging her chances of going over the top. Damali and Damask prowled along in her wake, several hundred yards behind and now – higher up. The redpair felt exposed, and they both knew the red knew they were there – but obviously felt they were no threat.
Which pissed them both off to no end.
Finally, she had Damask reply, Will try tag with bolt, with glow. See better, track better. Blind dragon see better, only. Hmph. That huff was both metal and out loud, but also quickly cut off when the red, who'd stopped and started scrabbling at the Weyr wall, abruptly turned to face them – baring her teeth visibly even though they had quite a ways to go to reach her, over very treacherous ground.
Obviously, they'd come close enough for the wild red's taste.
Bodies, get before eaten. Wild wher snack if leave. Damask added on to her previous comment to the circling iron, physically not moving – frozen in place as wher and handler watched wild red watch them. Damask was growling, low, deep, and very quietly – Damali wouldn't notice if she hadn't been perched on the red's back.
The tableau was broken by the arrival of a black wher. Consciously, Damask had heard human footsteps paired with wher footsteps in a way that did not imply fleeing for their life, and automatically had ignored the sound in favor of the dangerous wild red.
Orisk's jaunty tone had Damask twisting around, fast as a striking snake and hissing like one too, Black wher silent or let red eat before kill. Are stupid or no know how hunt? But then, grudgingly, a few seconds later, But bloody death night good – if ignore dead pridemate.
Damali had jumped at the black's arrival – the quiet sounds of her own breathing and armor having drowned out the approaching footsteps for her weaker human ears. Still, once she got over the spooking, she managed a smile for the other wherhandler, invisible in the darkness, and called back quietly, “Damali and Damask. Good to have you here, though I'm sorry to say you wouldn't be my first choice for reinforcements. But right now, anyone helps.”
She stretched out a hand, pointing down slope at the wild red, who'd started backing down the rocky hill towards the treeline, “We've got a red – she's over there, by that rock – and she's a bit bigger than Damask here, from what I can tell. It's close.”
The red stopped abruptly, twisting her body around to look towards the woods, body stiff and alert. Damali kneed Damask forward again, motioning the other, unmounted human to stay between the two whers for safety, trying to move quickly and silently after the red before she lit off into the woods.
Not quickly enough, though – the red light off like her tail was on fire. “She must see you hear something – come on!” Damali quickly gave up the pretense of stealth, sending her red bounding down the hill as quickly as possible, skittering on loose rock and trying not the send them both sprawling. At the treeline, they stopped, listening to the silence.
Silence that was broken a moment later by a human scream, followed by a wher's shriek – and a louder, deeper roar. Damali paled. “That was Talouse.”
Confirmed a moment later by Damask, Task dead.
Helplessly, she turned to Ori once the woman caught up, “Talouse was patrolling inside the Weyr tonight. What the sharding hells was she doing all the way out here?” Rhetorical question, but what else could be said?
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Any intentions Risk may have had towards the healers in the camp were abruptly cut off when Ausk plowed into her, sending her skidding in the dirt before she could rear up and crash back against the somewhat smaller, but equally furious red.
Ausk. Her nemesis. Her nemesis who dared feel rage and hate when she couldn't even know the meaning of the emotions! A PRETENDER. The gold felt no pain when Ausk tore into her, tearing loose chunks of flesh and swallowing them down – it only fueled her rage as she bit and clawed and slashed back as good as she got, flailing claw and fang after throat and eyes and tender, sensitive flesh.
She shook off the impact of Ausk's skull on her own, bellowing a war cry that was fit to rattle the heavens, crashing back in again against the other queen wher.
And it was true – this battle was a long time in coming. No red had the right to challenge her authority, and yet this on constantly did, even now held a position above her own in the human-decided hierarchy, thinking herself dominant, and now had the audacity to attack – to attack while her human stood in the distance, still breathing?
Ausk and Risk parted again, and a crossbow bolt struck home in Risk's shoulder – she barely felt it, but what it signified had her attention right away.
That human had attacked her.
It would die.
She turned away from Ausk for a moment, just a moment, lunging towards the crossbow wielding human, jaws gaping, streaming ichor and blood and sheds of red hide, half her own snout torn away by her red adversary – and at the last second she realized that beside crossbow-human was another target. Better target.
Ausk's.
Let Ausk know how it felt to loose her's.
Risk changed her trajectory, just enough, starting to pounce, to leap...but somehow forgot that Ausk would not just stand idly by while the gold slaughtered her handler.
Claws in her flank, teeth in her back – Risk twisted around mightily, and caught one of Ausk's flared wings at the base, where it connected to her back. She jerked her head back and forth, viciously, and finally the limb gave way – with a jerk of her head, Risk sent it fluttering off into the night and once again opened her moth, going for Ausk's face once more.
Distantly, she was aware of a human screaming in pain, and was pleased.
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Post by Ondine on Jul 14, 2012 14:14:43 GMT -5
Lyrnn had known that he was taking a chance by hitting Risk. The Queen could turn and attack him, or ignore his crossbow bolt and keep fighting Ausk. Either one of those, he thought, were acceptable. The death of a Blue Handler, which sad, was nothing like what would befall the Weyr if Ausk died. Who, then, would stop Risk? Shards, why didn't she Between like she should have? The other two choices, that he knew of, were Kalesk and Damask. But Kalest hadn't had her first run yet, and Damask was barely older. The loss of a Gold Queen would still bite, better not to add to it.
Besides, this was his first day here. No time to get attached to him if he died.
So when Risk turned towards him, mouth streaming with ichor and worse, he flinched but remained stoic. Having the attention of Risk on you, with murder in her eyes and all over her body, wasn't something you could really just...ignore. Yeah, he might be dying here in a few seconds. He reloaded as fast as possible, getting a new bolt in and ready to fire before the Queen reached him. But as he brought the crossbow up, he realized that he'd forgotten something. Audren was close by. And a far, far tastier target. Risk had realized that, and was preparing to murder the Alphahandler.
Fortunately for all involved, Ausk wasn't letting that happen. Unfortunately for everyone in the area, they got to watch Risk rip one of the Red's wings off, leaving a bloody stump as the tattered wing fluttered away. He knew it was coming, and managed not to flinch as Audren screamed in sympathetic pain. Yeah, he couldn't imagine how that was feeling. More importantly, Risk was now significantly closer to the humans. This was very very good for him, and very very bad for him and Audren. Yeah, shard it, time to take this golden murderer down. Before, he wasn't close enough for the crossbow to punch all the way through the hide. Now, like this, he was. He grinned savagely and noticed absently that Risk was twisted around so that he had a good shot at her heart.
He moved up in front of the handler next to him, and let fly.
Risk changed position in that fraction of a second, and the bolt vanished into her chest. Bubbly ichor sprayed from the hole, frothing on the hide. He didn't hit the heart, he just punctured her lung. Not quite as good, but good enough. The chances of Ausk winning just went up immensely. The problem was, Risk would now really want to kill him. Or Audren. So there was no time to reload. He put the crossbow back into its holder at the same time that his other hand was drawing a longsword. His voice was stable, speaking as if this were another day on regular patrol. "Hit her lung. No offense, but I think it might be better if Risk got to me before she got to you." Because Ausk doing the same thing could devastate the Weyr, let alone what her death would cause. He had no doubt that Audren was a capable fighter, but that really didn't matter right now.
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Dilath relayed Z'an's message to Ondine, turning in a loop around the center of the Weyr. Close enough so that the healer could look down and see what was going on. Ausk would need patching up after this fight was over. And while Lonet was a Wherhealer, and Journeywoman, she might need help. At least a capable assistant. Her place was here. Dilath whuffed and tried to sing her approval, but couldn't. Ondine says she'll remain here to work on Ausk when Risk is dead. There was... noticeable distaste in that sentence, for the mere idea of violence and fighting. After all, why would they fight? The world was a beautiful place.
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Z'an simply sent back a mental equivalent of acceptance to Ondine. His attention was down below, on the wild Red. He didn't like that at all. Reds were big, nasty, and could take down groups of people at a time. That she'd already murdered several handlers didn't bode well. Nor that she was currently heading for the trees, where he would no longer be able to track her. But Damask was giving him orders, so he listened. A nicer Wher than Ausk, but still violent. My eyes are nearly useless, Z'an, what shall we do?
The man thought as he watched the Wher vanish into the trees. Circle the forest. We'll try to pick her up when she exits. If she kills any more, we'll pick up the bodies and transport them back to the Weyr. A moment later, a scream rang out from the forest, reaching them up on high, and he winced. Shards! Speaking of. Instantly, Akanith reached for Damask. If you find the one who just died, signal, and we will take them home.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 14, 2012 20:26:39 GMT -5
"The whole species is annoyingly playful," Ekuda snorted, not at all interested in explaining the jubilant opportunities of dolphins despite that the one asking was a very sweet-voiced young dragon. He rested one hand on her neckridge, rubbing the other against the bordering hide, right where it was softest. Not at all thrown by the mechanics of dragon flight, he tried to look past Wenth's neck into the Bowl as they crossed it, but the glows posted on the lower boundaries illuminated nothing more than violent rumors.
Though he was astride a dragon, he had no ties to this world. No partner to ask for clarification. He really ought to send to the Hall about a firelizard.
When they landed on a weyr ledge, he did not depart his faithful transport but blinked wearily at the conversation taking place by her feet.
"You know him," L'xon said, still using his gentle voice as he patted Halventh's paw. "He wants every event concerning him to be a big deal."
And you want to downplay everything! Halventh huffed accurately, and L'xon gave him a startled look. The blue cooled immediately. Sorry. L'xon went back to attending the dried wounds. I'm okay, Halventh continued, looking to Wenth. Don't feel bad. He struggled with it for more reasons than his paw, but managed to circulate his eyes back to nearly complete blue. Then he noticed the not-Aylina on Wenth's neck.
L'xon's attention was pulled to the dolphineer. His mouth twitched away from its stalwart straight line. "Need help getting down?" Ekuda was staring off across the Bowl, but his eyes came back to the riders in time.
"Not at all!" he replied, and demonstrated by dismounting Wenth without so much as a stumble, planting his boots right beside L'xon's crouched figure. The blueweyrling drew his shoulders back. "Was your dragon attacked by the wher?"
"No-" L'xon started.
"Oh," Ekuda interrupted, almost on the same breath. L'xon found himself staring at the dolphineer's bony bare legs, sticking out like stilts from the bottom of his robe. He felt an urge to stand up, and plastered one last tag of cloth on Halventh's paw before he did so. The temporary bandages were more for looks; they would fall off by morning.
"We're not sure how long this is going to take," the blueweyrling ventured. "If you want, there's a bed in the back-" He pointed and Ekuda's head tilted in that direction, then back at him quick as a wherry. "-and you could get some rest there-" A strange scream rang through the air. It was closer than the ground, but strangely muffled. It took L'xon a moment to realize it was Halventh who had heard it, not him.
From the other side of the wall, the blue filled in. L'xon let his breath out, then noticed Ekuda was still staring at him. He flinched when other cries of agony shot out of the Bowl itself, but Ekuda didn't.
"Rest," the dolphineer echoed. Then his lit up. "Fantastic! Yes. I will do that." He whipped himself around and trotted off into the recess of the weyr. L'xon might never match his dragon for physical displays of opinion, but he nonetheless tracked Ekuda's departure with wide eyes, then looked back at Aylina and pulled his lips in, shifting his jaw to one side and rumpling his eyebrows.
"I guess there's nothing we can do," he sighed after a moment, but accepted that mandate as it had been written in his dragon's flesh. "We just stay here. I mean, you can go back to your own weyr if you want to." He sat back between Halventh's paws, crooking one knee and resting his left arm against it. "I'll make sure to ask one of the wingriders to get rid of him- I mean to take him back in the morning."
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His talon slipped, blunting his shoulder against the cliff face and waking him from his empathic stupor. The iron's elongate jaws swung back over his own shoulder, tracking the course of a couple pebbles jarred out from his misstep until they disappeared in the dust below. He could still hear them for long after. Where was he?
All his strength was required just to keep him on the stone face, but he could see an end above and so he reached out. He yanked his body over the precipice and squatted on the Weyr Rim. To either side ran a continuation of the lofty, craggy boundary. Below him was another wall, though this one was sharply kept and dotted with hundreds of dragon-sized incisions. He stretched his paw toward the nearest ledge, but backed up just before he committed his full body weight to the plunge. He turned around to peek over the outer wall, stone splintering under his feet, then resigned himself back to the sturdier interior.
A blearily conceived cheep for assistance arose from his twisted genetic memory and bulged in his throat before he swallowed it back. Very small wild whers that let such noise free would draw predators upon themselves. Grown whers would invite competitors. To emphasize lessons learned, a massive form swung overhead, and Slosk shrank down on his perch. The creature was iron, but of the infinite size and avian proportions of something not a wher. It was not looking at him, and glided to the east.
Slosk lowered his head toward the Weyr interior once the dragon was gone. He could see what had brought him: Risk. She and Ausk were fighting. Risk was still in pain for reasons other than the red gnawing into her, but her hold on him had departed now that she was putting her whole will toward a more ordinary territory dispute. The stone-whers had an unnatural concentration of queens, so this was only to be expected. It occurred to him only now how strange it had been to see the two reds and the other gold all stand together without attacking each other. But this was normal. This was reassuring.
A movement just under his chin had the wher pulling his nose away from the wall slowly- he was still trying to stay hidden from the dragons. The distraction was a tunnelsnake, which had frozen when Slosk materialized over the edge of the Rim, but was now attempting to creep away. Slosk flicked his paired claws out over the snake's head. He ignored the thrashing of its long body and spread his toes, peering in-between the digits at the markings on the top of his captive's muzzle. There were two enormous yellow eyespots ringed in purple.
The iron lashed his bloody tongue, then used his other paw to rake through the tunnelsnake's neck. He severed the head and discarded it into the Bowl, then stuck the wriggling body into his mouth stump-first. He settled back down to watch his queens contest, sucking on his spectator's prize.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Jul 15, 2012 21:39:24 GMT -5
Darryl and Dask noticed Kire and Kisk heading toward the Healer's camp and they followed. Dask stood with Kisk, Yusk, and Losk between the Healer's camp and the fighting queens. Darryl drew his large knife, prepared to get between a raging wher and his friend, Kire, if need be. He would die for her or any of the people he protected. That was the duty of a man in his position. That was the duty of a guardian. Dask hissed and growled, ignoring her disdain she usually held for her brother. Uglywhers no eat healhumans! Too ugly! Dask told Darryl, her eyes narrowing as she watched Risk and Auskmama fight.
Physisk had managed to handle Missisk on his own since Ausk left, although he had acquired some minor scratches on his belly and hind legs. Now, though, he had managed to pin her. He barked at her, using his bulk to lean down on top of her head to keep her from scrambling out of his grasp. One of his front claws pressed down against her head while the other held one of her shoulders. The rest of his body was laying flat on the green to keep her from moving. She was his now. His to control. His to kill. With a might roar he bit down on her jugular, spilling her green ichor along the ground. He held her in his jaws and in his talons until she fell limp to the ground.
The blue then shook himself and returned to where his handler and the others were standing. He felt proud of his achievement. He had protected his Weyr and had protected His!
Physicero sent him proud thoughts and inspected Physisk's wounds quickly before turning back to Kalenna and Kalesk. With Risk's dead, it was now more important than ever to protect the two of them. He and Physisk were joined by Camea and Cask as they stood on either side of the goldpair, keeping watch for any further whers.
Protect GoldKalesk. Cask Protect! The black told her, standing tall. Physisk gave an affirmative growl. Pretty Gold Kalesk! Physisk always protect! Protect always!
Waroth and Nimara found a new development to distract them from their quest to round up Weyrlings. DeadGold is in the Bowl! The red roared mightily, insulted that the ground-borne creature would dare infiltrate the Weyr she claimed as hers. Red Ausk fights her. She's injured. Nimara bit her lip, the memory of the candidates in the Weyrbowl bringing much anxiety to her heart.
Find Ciali and Cilia... can you see them? Nimara directed Waroth to return to the top of the ridge, where they observed the goings-on of inside the Bowl.
I see Moruluth. He's trying to help. Waroth snarled, unhappy with the purple trying to butt in the affairs of HER candidates (neglecting, of course, the fact she had denied they were hers moments before).
Tell them to go with Moruluth. Get as high as they can. The ground isn't safe. Nimara tried to take inventory of all that was going on. The healer's camp was guarded and almost completely vacated. One weyrling, at least, was still outside. She hoped they could get everyone to safety.
Go with stupidpurple Moruluth, Mine says. Stay off the ground. It's not safe. Her voice was irritated, like a child whose toys had been taken away.
Any other candidates, Waroth? Nimara wanted to be sure the candidates were safe before she went running after Weyrlings again.
One of our candidates is injured. I cannot see where. The Candidatemaster cried out. This was not okay. Then FIND THEM.
Waroth descended into the Weyr Bowl, searching with her eyes and her mind for her missing candidate. She descended on the murdered white, her eyes keeping attention on the bloody battle between the two queen whers. Her blood lust thirsted to be part of it, but Nimara held her back. This was a wher's fight. Waroth's presence would only do harm. Wenth's call came to her and she barked back in response Just get off the ground. I'll deal with you later.
Lonet breathed a sigh of relief as Ondine and Dilath flew far away. It was only once the pinkpair was gone that she took note of the three handlers that had joined her in Audren in evacuating the healer's camp. She nodded to Yuri and looked toward the neglected materials. "I'm more worried about lives, but if you could grab as much as you can carry... and follow closely as we make our escape."
Before she could give further orders, however, she heard a scream from the Alphahandler. Lonet's heart skipped a beat and she went swiftly to Audren's side, holding her arm and her shoulder. This was getting heated. Risk had charged them. They needed to get out of here. "Forget the camp... let's just get out of here! Everyone! Help me keep the Alphahandler safe!"
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Post by laushi on Jul 16, 2012 13:49:33 GMT -5
The screams rang in his ears, blood scent so thick on the air he could taste the metalic tang...it was choking. Smoke filled the air so thickly he could not see a hands-breath in front of his face, but he could somehow feel the flames licking closer to his skin..another scream...his fingers twitched and spassumed stiffly as the pain began clawing at his brain...
*MINE! Wake up!* the cry tore L'shi both physicaly and mental from his nightmare causing him to tip forward from his dozing position sitting on his cot and leaning against the wall behind it. Felinesque green eyes snapped open with a ragged gasp and his heart wrenched in his chest. A nightmare? And one even more violent than normal, one that had merged actual fragments of memory with more abstract fear.
"I'm ok Bawith. I'm ok...it was just...a nightmare again." the poor blue was growing used to the fear and pain that sometimes haunted his precious rider when the boy slept...but he didn't like it one bit. "I'm going to...go for a walk to clear my head a little."
*I will go with you.* came the stuborn responce that caused L'shi to wince slightly and sigh. He could put his foot down and demand the blue stay, but there was no good reason to. "Alright, but we stay close to the entrance I don't want to risk catching trouble for this little walk." usually the Weyrling left his twin longknives behind when moving about the Weyr...but after that dream...he felt far better with them tucked into his belt.
Exiting the Weyrling barracks L'shi took a deep slow breath of the cooler night air and tried to relax his muscles.He had been doing well when it came to sleep these last couple of sevendays...what could have triggered a regression to....? His thoughts froze as another scream split the air...this one came while he was awake...it was no nightmare...of the sleeping kind anyway.
"What in the...?" he hissed breaking into a jog towards the source of the scream drawing his long knives with twin fluid motions as he moved. Had he somehow been hearing the screaming faintly from the barracks, was that what had caused his unconscious to trigger a nightmare. More importantly..who was screaming and WHY? Bawith was a very large and bulky specimen for a blue but he has still unnerved by what he was picking up from other dragons in the Weyr.
*Trouble. Wher's belonging to no one are killing people.* the darker than navy blue sent his rider, the dragon himself almost seaming to vanish into the darkness unless one looked at him directly.
"What?" he hissed softly, scenes already on high alert heightening even further to a battle ready condition. "Is everyone safely inside yet? Is anyone in need of a rescue?" he asked his young blue.
* I do not know...I will find out.* Biwath responded before reaching out with his thoughts in an attempt to figure out of anyone nearby was in need of aid. L'shi for his part stood still and in a battle ready position, blades gleaming faintly in the low light...listening for any faint sounds of movement, or calls for help. If everyone was safe inside by this point...that would be exactly where he would be headed with Biwath shortly. If not...he would do what was necessary...but fighting wild Whers at night was a bad position to be in. It would be far better to try to hunt them down in the predawn light...where the 'playing field' would be leveled a bit.
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Alec
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Post by Alec on Jul 20, 2012 11:55:01 GMT -5
T'von looked down at the older women that stood before him and his dragon. The two were quite stubborn, he had to admit. T'von sat waiting until she was finished talking. "Well, that might seem well and good in a different situation, but first off, I'm not going to leave the two of you to go somewhere and get hurt. Moruluth's eyes might not be that great in the dark, but they're still better than yours."
He did consider the idea, though. "But you do have a point. And really, there's not much I can do to stop you. Just let me see what would be a good idea." He thought of different ways that the two could help, and ways that wouldn't leave him feeling guilty if something happened to them. "You both are experienced in healing, right?" he asked.
The moment after he asked the question, Waroth was in the sky above them, and Moruluth relayed the message to his rider. He sighed. "Well, there you have it. Waroth's orders. I was about to suggest that maybe the two of you could help me out by waiting by the entrance to treat any wounded that come in, since the healing camp's out."
Moruluth lowered himself again to let the two women on, looking around to see if he could spot anything headed towards them. "If the two of you would like, I can take you to my weyr until we are allowed back on the ground." He had a feeling that the message wasn't just for the two infront of him.
Moruluth spotted the smaller form that was Bawith and sent him a croon. Bawith, you and Yours need to get off the ground immediately. It's too dangerous right now. Waroth's orders. He added the last bit to make sure they understood. What about Lae and Ani? I haven't seen them again since we dropped that wher somewhere. Moruluth reached out to the greenpair. Ani, I hope you and Yours are both in the Weyr and off the ground. Why don't the two of you come to Mine's weyr for now until it's safe?
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Zunusk had finally come to a stop not too far from where the bronze had chased him off. After making sure he wasn't being followed, the black sat down, resting for a while, but his mind was reeling with curiosity. Why had that wher let him go? He had killed the blue but let Zunusk go without getting harmed.
His curiosity is what made him stop before he got to his small cave for safety. Deciding that his rest was now over, he headed back to where he had been chased off. Once he noticed the area wasn't occupied, he stepped out and began sniffing around. He walked along the wall, when he spotted another wher just ahead of him, a brown. One without a twoleg.
As Dalsk ran off, Zunusk followed behind. After a minute of this, Zunusk let out a small whistle to grab the other's attention. Where was he going? Was he going to twoleg and twolegwher? He cocked his head slightly, unsure to keep following from his mixed experience with the last twolegwher.
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Post by larkwing on Jul 21, 2012 0:47:13 GMT -5
The wild green met death almost gleefully, though by who's jaws she was not quite sure. After all there had been a number of them to meet her on her running rampage, and in a frenzy she twisted into the waiting fangs with a sickening croon. If this was the end it was a glorious and bloody ending fit for her.
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Rakir gritted his teeth as the wild wher sank to the ground obviously gone. Taking a breath, the handler let it out slowly and shook his head. Sick.....what, what is it Rakisk The bronze had already forgotten the green having taken notice of Risk's condition. Growling low in his throat the heavy built beast clambered after the others, eyes swirling an anxious yellow and red. Rakisk wanted to help his Queen, but in this case which Queen was the right one to help? Hissing a growl, the wher watched half in horror at the sights around him.
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Mine and I were wher-watching to make sure none of those nasty little buggers came close....uh it didn't really work considering there's a mean Gold-thing coming toward the Weyr. Mine likes your idea though, I'm landing on your ledge now, she says she'll see Yours soon.
Anibrith folded in her wings daintily against her sides as she tried to peer into the night's darkness for any movement. Laelia shivered beside her, Belle curled around her neck as they huddled together in a little trio. What alarmed her most about their situation wasn't that they may not be safe, or that they could not help. No, eventually something would be done about the whers, and they had tried to help. What scared Laelia was that Anibrith had no idea the danger of the situation. It was all just a game to her. Biting her lip and holding herself tighter Laelia held tight to her bonded's mind.
(Ooc: Fail post is fail but finally got one in there.)
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Post by laushi on Jul 31, 2012 13:41:24 GMT -5
*We need to get off the ground.* The comment rang clear and with a hint of surprised concern as his huge dark blue lifemate shifted around and hunkered down slightly to allow for L’shi to mount more easily. L’shi blinked and tilted his head slightly, never taking his eyes off his surroundings. –Why?- he sent in return, knowing that Bawith did not have his straps on so riding ‘bareback’ was possible but held a slight measure of risk…the blue would not normally suggest such a thing unless he knew something that his rider did not. *I do not know. But Moruluth says it is Waroth’s orders. There is danger.*
L’shi swallowed a sigh, of course there was danger…the screaming kind of made that obvious. Still…orders were orders, and in this case he was certainly not going to argue. Bawith would want to follow orders, and he did not want to stress out Bawith by forcing the blue to disobey as the dragon would never leave ‘his’ behind on the ground. –Ok Bawith, Let Moruluth know we are getting off the ground. Lets head back home, we can’t do any good against orders. –
*yes* Bawith sent in simple agreement as his rider sheathed the long metal ‘fangs’ he kept around his waist and then climbed astride the young blue with the aid of the dragon’s forelimb. *I hear you Moruluth, we are leaving the ground. What is the danger?* came the question posed to the larger purple. Once astride Bawith L’shi held on tightly as the blue used his powerful hind limbs to spring off the ground and into the air, wingbeats stroking the night as they gained a respectable amount of altitude before settling in to a gliding pattern.
With L’shi only in night clothes, Bawith did not want to climb to high and risk the cold causing his rider to catch chill…but he had to remain high enough to avoid this ‘unknown’ danger.
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