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Post by larkwing on Oct 11, 2012 20:44:57 GMT -5
Well, this hatching was boring enough wasn't it? Kuro leaned his weight back on his feet, balancing on his heels for a moment as he watched the newly impressed pairs. Something akin to envy might have been coursing through him at that moment. That is, if Kuro allowed himself to be envious of others. This was how it was meant to be because he wasn't worth the dragonet. It wasn't even a matter of woe-is-me with the candidate. Kurosaki simply knew he wasn't meant for this. Did that mean he'd turn away from it? No. However, this was no way of him holding on either....nope....toooootally not.
Shaking his head, the boy looked across the group of children and young adults to the younger form of Suya. They had talked a time or two, and the two had fallen into an easy rhythm of ticking each other off. The fact that she had not gotten her perfect little Orange or Copper as she so wished could only put a smile to his lips. She did deserve it any more than he did he supposed. Folding his arms, Kuro snorted as the orange mother almost killed the unhatched egg which turned out to still hold a living dragonet.
It needed help, but the orange was right in not doing anything he guessed....the dragonet had to do it on its own. Glancing again at Suya, the boy's mouth practically dropped when the girl took a small, lurching step forward, her face distraught. Does she actually sharding care about something other than herself?!? Faranth, never thought Id see the day!
Meanwhile, Suya was trembling with the inability to do something. It went past the point of wanting to help to gain attention or because it was her duty as the "perfect candidate". Something inside her just wanted to get that dragonet out alive and to its bonded. It was trying, and its mother even refused to help it! It was trying! Didn't Agrippith see that she only needed to bite the egg a bit? Or maybe roll it around! The dragonet was in there and it was alive! Would no one help it.......why did she care?
Suya took in a shuddering breath as she tried to answer just that.
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 11, 2012 21:24:09 GMT -5
It was strange, taking his place with the other weyrlings. He’d watched one newly impressed pair after the other make their way over to that special, privileged part of the sands for two, and the better part of a third hatching by now, but he’d never really, really thought that he’d ever join them. Yet there they were—V’yeri and Vespasiath, every bit as much a new dragon and rider pair as all the others. V’yeri’s social habits hadn’t disappeared with the impression of his dragon, however, and he would have liked to greet his fellow weyrlings, but he could feel his viridian’s intense hunger—much greater than his own, and he thought he’d been very hungry indeed—and determined that friendliness would just have to wait until the young dragon had been sated.
Fortunately, though, the other weyrlings quite solved his dilemma by coming to him. He looked up as the very large pinkrider thundered over his way, a smile at the ready, and Vespasiath politely lifted his head from where he had been scarfing down meat in order to give Kallyeith a proper greeting. His initial friendliness was a little decreased when he was quite suddenly slapped on the back—while Viyeri was tall, he had little of the other man’s sheer bulk, and he was just grateful that he hadn’t been knocked over. But his impression had put him in a most forgiving mood. “Why thank you! He is a singularly handsome fellow, I agree. Congratulations on impressing your pink, as well—what is her name? She’s very beautiful.”
Vespasiath, for his part, turned to the pink, dipping his head in a bow to his tiny sister. He knew that she wasn’t actually his sister—he had come from Agrippith, and she from Nikianeth—but they had hatched together, and Kallyeith had many fewer siblings than he did. It only seemed proper that he treat her as one of his family as well. Greetings, Kallyeith! I am glad to see you are eating well—we must all work hard to grow into big, fine dragons and serve our good weyr with pride[/color] He hesitated at the offer of meat—it was Kallyeith’s meat, which she should be eating—but she was also making a gift of it to him. It would surely be rude to refuse. Thank you, dear Kallyeith. That is most generous of you.[/color] He gently stretched his muzzle forward to take the scrap of meat in his teeth, pulling it into his mouth with his tongue after withdrawing. He chewed it carefully, pointed hatchling teeth going over it many times before he finally swallowed. Why yes, you are right: I found it most delicious! The weyr has done well in providing us with good food for our first meal.[/color]
“The hatching must be nearly over by now,” V’yeri said, suddenly reminded that the hatching had not ended for all when it had for him. He turned back to the sands, taking another inventory of broken eggs and dragon locations. “Oh, is that…Tremayne impressed too?” He grinned. “He was my roommate. I suppose he couldn’t bear to part from me—or couldn’t let himself be outdone by letting me impress without him, more like. I’m glad.”
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Post by twitchie on Oct 11, 2012 22:20:23 GMT -5
Yrri saw a flash off blue, that being all she saw before something was upon her! She stiffened as claws cut her arm, aware of the blistering sand on her arms and legs. Her eyes were scrunched shut. She didn't want to see her own blood....
A dragonet was sitting on top of her. She popped open an eye only to meet a snarling fang-filled face. But as she watched the blue, his red hued eyes whirled rainbow. That meant... that meant..!
Yrri, you are mine. There is not any other whom I could want. Perith's tongue snakes out to clean His's bloodied arm. He was indeed concerned, as Yrri hardly moved beneath Perith. Yrri was pinned by the handsome creature who was better than any dream. Perith got off of Yrri, and nosed her to her feet. Then, proudly they stood a moment. Yrri waved at Meena and Owethu, and exited to feed her perfect blue.
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Post by Kila on Oct 12, 2012 0:43:03 GMT -5
The Viridian was an odd one indeed. The more that the hatchling did, the more Tremayne was sure of this. ”I don’t want a Pink,” Tremayne snapped in response to Viyeri’s comment about the dragonet that had passed. Her knew that his roommate was just trying to cheer him up (Tremayne’s disappointment had been written all over his face) but he couldn’t help swat away the concern. ”A Bronze would be nice, but I’ll take whatever I can get,” he mumbled in a sulk, not trying at all to make himself audible. The Pink had been so cheerful and kind- so completely unlike him- and he was feeling a little sore about her coming so close and them leaving him.
Tremayne quit his pouting when Viyeri pointed out the elusive, missing dragon. He only caught sight of the tail disappearing into shadow, but that tail was connected to a dragonet, so it was enough to inspire hope. Tremayne again lost track of the ninja dragon when the Viridian began to beat his head into the sand. He and the other boys stood somewhat awkwardly, watching the spectacle before them. What was the Viridian doing? Was there something wrong with it? His mother was displeased with his antics and the reactions they provoked and confronted her son, destroying his pile of egg shells and sending him on his way.
Crazy or no, Tremayne straightened up when the little Viridian came their way. And headed straight toward him. Tremayne gulped. Was this it or was it another tease like the Pink from before? He did not know, but the Viridian was either interested or displeased enough to touch him. Tremayne compliantly adjusted himself as the dragonet butted him into position, having little other choice in the matter. When he dared to peek behind him, the Viridian was already to his right adjusting some scrawny, curly-haired kid. Tremayne sighed, deflating out of position. The Viridian didn’t want him either. It was all that the boy could do to keep from getting pessimistic. It’s not over yet! he repeated to himself.
The Viridian’s next actions, however, sent jagged cracks through his composure and sanity. After abandoning Owethu too, he stomped over to Tremayne’s left to fix Viyeri. Tremayne waited a little too eagerly for a similar rejection, knowing that when his roommate met the same fate he would feel better and be able to carry on. The Viridian stopped short before even touching Viyeri though, and stared at him intently. The hatchling’s eyes danced with color and Tremayne’s heart sank, knowing that that meant impression. Viyeri’s smile confirmed it before his words could: “Hey, Tremayne? I think this one’s mine. His name’s Vespasiath.”
Tremayne tried to force a smile. ”Congratulations,” he managed. He wanted to be excited for Viyeri, or V’yeri, or whatever, but in reality he felt like things were suddenly spiraling out of control. His first time left standing had been devastating- almost more rejection that the sensitive lad could take. When Viyeri had returned to the room too, though, he had managed to get over it. The second time they had both been left standing he had been extra horrible, but there was no major emotional breakdown. For this hatching he had assumed the same: either he would impress or he and Viyeri would leave empty-handed together. But this? For Viyeri to impress and Tremayne to be left alone? He didn’t think he could face it. For once Tremayne was beyond petty jealousy; he was just afraid to be left alone.
When Vespasiath pushed his new bonded off the sands Tremayne was overcome with panic. Wait! I can’t do this alone! he wanted to say. Instead, he stayed frozen in place, his body rigid. Fortunately the multi-colored Blue did not force Tremayne to face reality just yet, instead walking purposefully over to the girls and knocking over the one he wanted. Tremayne clenched his fists and forced himself to get a grip, unwilling to fall to pieces there on the sands. Momentarily composed, he got a decent look at the ninja dragon. It was another Blue, this one with a dark face and a stubby tail. This hatchling had no intention of being in the spotlight, however, and again vanished. All of the candidates craned their heads and looked around, trying to spot the elusive Blue. Tremayne took the moment of confusion to take a deep calming breath…
WHAM!
With no warning, Tremayne found himself face down on the sands with a heavy weight on his back, pinning him down. His reflexive response was to lash out in defensive, and as he turned his head and opened his mouth to shout at whoever the shards it was to GET OFF, he heard a voice in his head. Mine.Praerruth’s Tr’ayne.
The boy’s mouth stayed open, but no words came out. A dark blue face appeared and peered down at him. I have scouted for you, that voice came again. The whole area is safe. Let us go join the others. One of them would be a good friend for you. The moment was too large for Tremayne, no, Tr’ayne, to comprehend quickly. As Praerrith stared down at his chosen lifemate, his eyes blossomed into those swirling rainbow colors Tr’ayne had seen when Vespasiath had impressed V’yeri.
It’s safe, Mine, Praerrith repeated. Didn’t you see me scouting? Or maybe you didn’t- I am pretty good! He made what to Tr’ayne sounded like a chuckling noise to this, clearly quite proud of himself. I did see you, Tr’ayne said, using his mental voice instinctively. Well, only a few glimpses really, he admitted with uncharacteristic honesty. I shouldn’t brag, Praerrith chastised himself, stepping off his bonded’s back and crouching in front of him. It’s not right to brag… But I was pretty great back there! The little dragonet barked with laughter. Tr’ayne pushed himself to his feet gracelessly and brushed the sand from the front of his body. The impact of Praerrith’s tackle had split the sides of his already stressed candidate robe, but he didn’t care. An ethereal happy feeling was flowing through him, making his head seem to float. He had plenty of time to feel self-conscious about the Weyr seeing his rolls of fat later. For now he just wanted to enjoy this feeling.
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Post by Boo on Oct 12, 2012 0:54:37 GMT -5
Isolation. Imprisonment. Was this what it had come to? To be trapped forever within the very thing that had given him life? Yes, he had taken his time to break free from the prison but he’d thought he had time. Small perhaps for such a large egg… Odd really. Here he had been, an entrapped dragon but now he could be free. Air. Fresh, beautiful air. How welcome was that for his lungs. His head felt dizzy and tired. He felt tired but he had to endure.
What if everyone was leaving him!? He couldn’t bear for that to happen and his mother… She had nearly crushed him… He’d felt it or something. If she had abandoned hope for him what of the rest of the people? Those he could hear vaguely speaking in the background. The dragonet could feel something under his nose, something grainy and uncomfortable.
Energy was what he needed and he desperately needed food. Yet he felt so very weak. His eyes were closed but suddenly they opened and the dragonet pushed a little more on the egg, shoving his head through the small hole he had made. He wanted to be free! A freed dragon so he could find His and then examine everything the world had to offer… Yet here he was, trapped still.
Brown head joined white nose and it was apparent that this dragon was not the strongest. He was smaller, much smaller than the average brown and even his egg had been large enough to possibly harbour a tan. Yet the deep, ochre brown hue of his head made it clear enough that he was a brown. White on his nose from where he had nearly passed into the depths of Between yet he was a survivor. Why yes he was.
The laborious efforts of the brown dragonet stopped as he looked up at his mother, almost pleading for her to help him but all he received back was quiet encouragement. Abandonment? He could see another on the sands. All the people had left him behind! The people had started leaving. There were a scant few even left for him to see. Suddenly, the brown became panicked but his eyes whirled soft rainbow colours.
An Impression had been made… but to whom? It was almost as though the brown had known who would be His from the moment he broke through the egg. One leg managed to push its way out of the egg and the shell tumbled. It was, however, clear that the egg was as thick as it seemed for it did not break even now. Again, the brown let out a panicked, frustrated call. He needed to get free! I… I need… I need my O’hu! O’hu! I am Polyth and I would really love your help! Please… Please help! Help me! They all left. Everyone left! You will not leave me! Please don’t leave me!
The brown had turned his head towards the candidate just as he managed to pull his other foreleg through the hole. As an act of invitation, the great orange dragoness stepped back and looked at the one her son had chosen. Although he was a weak brown, she was certain he could grow stronger. He just needed the love and attention of that one right there.
Polyth – {702E05} – Owethu Personality: In some ways he does not feel as close to his siblings in this regard as they all abandoned him but he still respects them. However, like Taceuth he has a tendency to enjoy stories. Unlike Taceuth, he tries to discover the whole truth to the best of his ability. Slowly he may feel closer to his siblings but at the moment of hatching and, indeed, Weyrlinghood, he may feel like something of an outcast, forced to become a part of these people. In this sense, he has an interest in the Weyrs outside of Dalibor and their happenings. It will take him a little while to become completely accustomed to life in his home Weyr. This will change as he grows and by the time of adulthood he will become completely comfortable with his siblings and other dragons. However, to this end he is a dragon that would enjoy travelling around Pern if given the chance but would not happily transfer from Dalibor no matter how bad it got. He has a lot of integrity and if he hears a rumour from his brother will usually try to uncover the truth. He is also the type of dragon to do whatever people say even in spite of his rank as a brown. If any dragon orders him around he will obey. Unless his rider can convince him otherwise, it may be a rather difficult affair to convince Polyth that he is in the right. Even though he may not feel at home with Taceuth, these two dragons could probably be found working together to create their histories of Dalibor. Polyth is more a fan of investigation though and will persuade Taceuth to investigate. Towards his bonded he holds a deep reverence as he sees his bonded as the one who freed him from enslavement. The entrapment of the egg as it were even if everyone had thought him dead before he’d even hatched. As he knows that he could have died had everyone left the sands and given him no one to bond to, he adores his bonded with every fibre of his being and may thank him constantly for staying around. Polyth is the type of dragon to seek out the leadership and ask them questions about their work no matter whether it is one of the Weyrleaders, Weyrlingmasters, Wingleaders, Wingseconds or the Alphahandler, he loves to know everything about their work but will be careful not to overstep his bounds. Appearance: Polyth is a deep, rich, ochre brown. A brown with a reddish hue. He is rather proud of his hide as any dragon is and very much enjoys it when he can spot similarities between his hide and the rock or dirt surrounding him. Polyth has not a different hue of brown but around his nose and edge of his wings a white patch. This is because of the time he’d spent stuck in the egg. In addition to this, Polyth is not the strongest of browns. He is smaller than the average brown and, upon hatching, looked very sickly. This will change with the proper love and guidance and he will certainly grow to be of suitable strength but he is smaller than the average brown and definitely not as strong as them.
With her final son Impressed to his rider, Agrippith felt contented. She’d forgotten about her pent up aggression and anger as though there had been a healing process within the dragon herself. Seven younglings all found their bonded tonight. All had taken wing and she couldn’t have been more pleased with herself. To Agrippith, this was an achievement in and of itself. The proud orange drew herself up to full height and stared around the sands with a smugness only Lirone recognised. For all of Agrippith’s pretty words, she did hide who she truly was reasonably well.
Although she had been unimpressed with the behaviour of the green and viridian at least her other offspring had proven somewhat capable. This one… It more than makes up for my last. I am so proud of you. Congratulations. Agrippith beamed with happiness at receiving words of such praise from a rider who was normally sparing with her compliments. Considering the vanity of Agrippith this was probably a very good thing.
After this. We shall fly for a while. I wish to be free from these sands. Soon… But not yet.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 12, 2012 7:53:58 GMT -5
"Yeah," L'xon said, staring over at Day'ar for the peculiar emphasis in the viridianrider's words. He watched G'dan's arm slide around the other young man, to no ill effect. "I know him." He turned back to the Hatching, drawn by some rapid rise in focus on his Halventh half. What had gotten the blue so flustered in the space of a couple seconds was-
Why are you trying to crush that one? STOP! Halventh squalled at Agrippith, rearing up on his perch and snapping open his wings.
What are you talking about?!
It's okay. Halventh had already dropped back to his seat. Maybe she was just stretching. Aren't you watching, L'xon? Blinking, the rider reluctantly returned his focus to the sands and spied the last addition to the brood struggling toward the Candidates. Definitely her fault. I do not know how to make an egg in the first place, he heard Halventh chattering to Ambrith in the back of his mind. Once little Polyth was secure the blue thought to hop down beside Agrippith, only to have L'xon point out the second sluggish brown that had not yet Impressed. It was Nikianeth's.
She'll eat you, he emphasized to his deflating blue.
Ambrith could hold her off.
So you can do wh- no he can't, Halventh. Sometimes it was a challenge to decide which of Halventh's misconceptions was to be prioritized. As it was, Halventh snorted and leaned toward the hatchlings in the feeding pit.
Hallo beebs, he chittered at them, eyes flashing. He could feel all of them, sure, but he was unused to new minds popping out of the sand like crops.
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Post by thyme on Oct 12, 2012 17:03:22 GMT -5
Owethu’s heart raced ahead as a large bolt of lightning illuminated the sky startling him out of his dark thoughts. What a day for a hatching! The storm…the rain…the broken egg shells…the never to hatch egg…the disappointed candidates…all came together to complete the somber scene. The brown would Impress…he was just taking his time deciding. There was no reason for him to jump to the dire conclusion that the brown would between. He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to put some warmth back into them. He suddenly realized how wet his on-backwards robes were and tried to unstick them from his body. He just wanted the hatching to be over so he could go back to the barracks and crawl into his wonderfully dry bed.
Owethu head snapped up when he heard someone gasp and his eyes fell on a blue dragon looking like he had just been caught sneaking cookies from the cookie jar. The blue straightened up for a moment before coming out from the shadows to prowl amongst the eggs. When had that dragonet hatched? Owethu hadn’t even seen it coming out of his egg…for that matter which egg did he even come out of? It took him a moment to remember the weird tracks in the sand that he’d seen. The one he thought had been tunnel snakes which would have explained the un-hatched egg. It hadn’t been a tunnel snake at all…it had been the blue! There were still two dragons left! Maybe the blue would want him?
The blue prowled towards the female candidates but then abruptly seemed to change his mind as he shot off disappearing into the shadows once more. He craned his head around looking for the dragonet wondering if he was somehow betweening on the sands. How else could he explain the sudden appearances and disappearances of the blue? He heard a loud thud off to his right and turned to see that the blue had tackled Tremayne. Like with Yrri, he was about to step forward to assist Tremayne when the steadily whirling eyes flashed to rainbows. What was with the blues of this hatching tackling their life mates?
Agrippith’s rider’s shriek tore Owethu’s eyes away from the newly Impressed pair towards the orange and her rider. Her rider was leaning in close to the still egg as if listening to something. He strained his ears but he could hear no sound of scratching or cracking from the shell but then the orange rider declared that the dragonet inside the egg was alive. But trapped. The orange brought her feet back down onto the sands. Her eyes seemed to whirl with happiness even though she had almost killed her own get. Owethu watched as a white nose pushed its way out of the thick the shell but the dragonet seemed to pause panting. Why were the orange and her rider not helping it? How could they just stand aside and watch as the hatchling struggled for its life? He could feel the pull to help it but did he dare run up right under the ferocious orange’s nose?
Owethu watched the desperate efforts of the hatchling as it tried to push out of the egg. A brown head followed the white tip of his nose but it was clear that he was much thinner, much weaker than the brown from Nikianeth’s clutch. He felt a sudden fear, more acutely than he had when he thought the other brown might between, that the brown might not make it. The brown seemed to know it too as his panicked eyes sought first his mother than the others standing upon the sands. But the white panic of his whirling eyes became effused with a rainbow of blues, greens, purples, yellows, and reds. He could hear people wondering who the brown had Impressed to but Owethu knew. He knew from the moment those eyes whirled rainbows.
The brown’s herculean like efforts to get to him were rewarded as a leg managed to break free but then the egg tumbled over. {I…I need…I need my O’hu! O’hu! I am Polyth and I would really love your help! Please…Please help! Help me! They all left. Everyone left! You will not leave me! Please don’t leave me!} For once, O’hu did not freeze, did not stop to marvel at the sound of the brown’s voice flowing into his mind like it belonged there, because this time it did. Completely forgetting his fear of the hovering orange, he ran to his brown’s side. He knelt down by the thick egg that trapped his Polyth. {I will never leave you!} O’hu declared with more conviction than he had ever known, {I will get you out!}
He had never been a particularly strong lad but Polyth desperation spurred him on. Reaching into the holes around Polyth’s neck, he pulled with all his strength ignoring the cuts the sharp ends of the egg inflicted on his palms. The egg cracked beneath his fingers and he continued to pull until he could see the white-tipped wings of the brown fluttering feebly in his shell. O’hu reached into the shell and gripped the dragonet around his middle before managing to pull the tiny brown from his shell. He was nowhere near the size of the brown from the other orange’s clutch. He pushed himself to his feet keeping a firm hold of the dragonet. {I’m free!} Polyth declared. His wings sagged against his side and he could barely lift his head from the crook of O’hu’s arm. He was so weak. Oh so weak. O’hu was terrified that his brown still might not make it. He couldn’t lose him. He wouldn’t lose him! He didn’t even stop to look at the orange and her rider as he situated the brown as carefully as he could in his arms as carried his brown off towards the feeding area. {Just hold on. Hold on. We’re getting food.} He said keeping up a steady stream of assurances, savoring each mental touch like it might be his last. {I will never leave you.} Polyth said assuring his rider right back but even his voice sounded exhausted.
O’hu rushed to the feeding tables and as delicately as he could he laid the brown on the ground. Polyth stirred feebly but couldn’t even summon the strength to pick his head up from where it laid. {Hungry.} O’hu never took his eyes off the brown as he blindly grabbed for meat which was pushed into his outstretched hand. He knelt down putting the bloody meat right in front of Polyth’s nose. His nose twitched and he opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and took the food but it took him what seemed like an eternity to finish chewing that small morsel. As soon as he did, O’hu had another piece waiting for him and this time Polyth managed to lift his head with interest. O’hu’s tense face watched every movement of the brown’s jaw as he chewed. He didn’t even notice what other weyrlings stood around him. He was too worried about his tiny, sickly-looking brown.
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Post by Rii on Oct 12, 2012 17:14:46 GMT -5
G'dan withheld a delighted grin and left his arm where it was, hoping in the back of his busy mind that someday they could become accustomed to such things - if things worked out that way, of course. We're still in the experimental stage, testing things out and defining what it is we've got, he thought, internally amused at having converted it to match a tinkerer's terms. Well, they would see.
The brown in the egg has Impressed, Prith reported to him. His bonded will help him. They will help each other. A good match. The greenrider sat back slightly, relieved, and watched the newly-Impressed weyrling rush across to help his dragon from the egg. Good. Every living, safely bonded dragon that emerged from a Hatching was good.
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He'd done it. She could tell from how the orange dragon settled back - the hatchling in the too-thick shell had found his match, and he had got part of the way out of the shell on his own, anyway. That counted for something. Elly exhaled softly, and took another, slow look around at the hatching sands. A scattering of candidates. One reasonably contented orange, one still watchful over her last dragonet, the brown that had yet to find his match. Broken, empty shells, testament to hopes fulfilled and unfulfilled alike.
Elly had to smile. The little dragonets were such characters, she'd yet to tire of seeing their antics, those first expressive moments where they showed their personalities to the world. You'll be watching them for a couple Turns more, yet, Elly-girl.
And her sister had Impressed! Elidora of pink... what did she say again... Macchith, that was it. They'll make a fine pair.
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Post by twitchie on Oct 12, 2012 18:04:30 GMT -5
Yrri saw the egg finally reveal a brown. She had to look away to make sure to not lose a finger to Perith. As I told you, Mine, you will never be alone. Your friend has joined us. Go to him. [/color] The blue nudged His promptly, nearly shoving Yrri over without meaning too.
Owethu had to carry his dragon. Absently, she wiped bloody hands on her robe. Yrri ran to Owethu, or... His name changed now she guessed. "Owethu..! You... You did it! It wasn't that I doubted you... Or anything.. Oh, is he alright? Can I help you...?" Her hair was a mess, her arm was still bleeding, she was scalded.. But you know what? She had never ever in her life felt happier. No. Because, well shardit, she proved everyone wrong!
"Mine's Perith. And... Isn't it wonderful??" She was grinning, ear from ear.
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Post by larkwing on Oct 14, 2012 11:16:09 GMT -5
There's a place that I know It's not pretty there and few have ever gone If I show it to you now Will it make you run away?
So, he was left alone. Alone, no one to follow him. No one to command. He had lost, had he not?
The brown keened as his head flew to one side of his body to the other, arching around to make sure of this. Desperate, he flailed his wings out to catch himself in the wobbly and unsettling movement, falling instead to the hot sands with a cry. NO! No...no, how could he be left last? How could his siblings...his...no! Again and again, cry after high-pitched cry rang out from the brown as he let all know of his sorrow and pain.
He had only now understood what he had had to do first, where his plan had gone wrong. He needed one of those things there, yes those white beacons in the distance that stared at him now. Would one still be left for him though? What if someone had already taken his rider? Frantic, the brown lurched forward toward the boys, claws reaching out to the first thing he met. It happened to be Kurosaki, and the candidate was thrown to the ground, the brown keening louder now as his eyes refused to meet the boy's and turn rainbow.
This one was not right! Where was his...where was his?!?! Spastic in his movements, the brown clambered off of the injured boy, scrabbling for anything to keep himself up as he tumbled toward his next would-be-rider. This one was Veritka, and the brown caught a wing-tip on the candidate's robe. Wheeling around and hissing in frustration when that boy too did not prove to be his, the brown wretched his wing free from the cloth, crying as it proved injury to both the dragonet and candidate.
Looking up at his orange mother, the dragonet whimpered unhappily, shaking as he got to his feet once more. Above them all up high a firelizard circled and the dragonet cringed, shaking his head. No, that thing was evil! That thing, it was wrong, it was sent to make him a fool and show his plan surely! They were small, and they could be anywhere. He watched as the blue landed on Kurosaki, chirping sadly. Hissing weakly at it he set off around the sands again.
What was he doing wrong? What was he supposed to do? Running at full speed through the candidates now, he reached the end of the boys and made another circle back, jumping over a candidate who was still getting up. The movement had him skidding across the sands toward the girls however, and there he tumbled head over tail into the first one he came across. Talons reaching for something to set him upright, the brown clung to the girl's body, tail winding around her legs and wings flapping behind him to keep them both up if that were even possible...which it was not.
Both he and Elianne tumbled down and the brown stayed there on her legs and chest breathing heavily. It was comfortable here, comfortable and safe. She had been watching him, she had been watching him the entire time he had been suffering. Crooning softly, weakly, the brown looked up at the girl who he had entangled himself with, and felt a whole different sort of entrapment. Those eyes of hers, he was ensnared by them, entirely captured!
My Elianne....could it be? My Elianne, oh My Elianne! How could I have thought you were anything but yourself? How could I have thought to try and claim anyone else but you? I offered them bread and circuses, I offered them everything even my siblings. No one thought me worth while....except for you. You understand me, you understand that they should follow me...follow us! Your Maeradith understands now that he must have His in order to rule. Yes...my Queen, my lovely Elianne. Rule with me?
Or will you stay Even if it hurts Even if I try to push you out Will you return? And remind me who I really am Please remind me who I really am
Everybody's got a dark side Do you love me? Can you love mine? Elianne of Brown Maeradith Nobody's picture perfect But we're worth it You know that we're worth it Will you love me? Even with my dark side?
[/i] [/size][/right] Personality:Maeradith would love to be the great King of Dalibor. He would love to be the one looked up to, worshiped and sought out. However, he goes about it in the worst way possible. The brown is quick to try and appease others so that he has their “trust”, and the saying “money can’t buy you friends” is not incorrect for the Sub-King in the slightest. He has a dominant and aggressive personality, even being a bit of a tyrant at times when he thinks he has the upper hand and can buy his way out with favors and false words. The brown will even go as far as to acting the part of a clown so that his strength is understated, and his favorite mode of motivation is through manipulation. Never is Maeradith without a plan or a thought to how he can help improve his or his rider’s standing within the Weyr. For all of his secretive ways, the brown is terrified of firelizards, thinking they are spies sent by the leaders of the Weyr to destroy any hope of one day ruling as WeyrKing. However, underneath the falsity of his actions and words, Maeradith is an insecure and lonely creature. Misery loves company as they say though, and often he will surround himself with others that feel cheated or wronged as to get easy aid in his endeavors. Appearance:Maeradith is no less striking in coloring than either of his siblings. However, where his blue brother and pink sister may be more delicate or subtle in their markings, Maeradith is straight out blunt. A creamy tan arcs around from one cheek bone to another acting like a mask across a more traditional brown hue. That darker brown arcs down his body in a horizontal stripe on each side to almost the end of his tail where it switches back to the creamy tan. It makes a final appearance however at the very tips of his tail. That creamy color also coats his legs from shoulder and hip bone to toes. The only other color is a reddish brown that starts from his neck and goes under to about a third of the way down his tail. It also is the only color on his wings. In terms of his build, he's a bit small for a brown, but not by much. He misses on the bulk mostly that most browns are known for, and instead is built lithe and low to the ground with a long neck, torso and tail, but short legs. His wings echo this by being long and thin, but with strong muscles that help him in flight. E9C2A6 691F01 802A2A
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Rii
Wingleader
riict[M:420]
RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on Oct 14, 2012 14:40:14 GMT -5
Like a diamond from black dust It's hard to know what can become If you give up So don't give up on me Please remind me who I really am[/i]
Maybe next time...
A keening wail drew Elianne out of her uncharacteristic brooding. Another, and she looked fearfully at the last hatchling. Could he not find his partner? Was this, then, how a dragonet acted before... no... he couldn't be about to between. As the pain-filled cries continued, the happy-go-lucky gambler found her eyes welling up again with tears. He was alone, the last of the clutch. Didn't she understand how it felt to be alone, to be left behind when she'd been so sure that it would never be the case?
Hadn't it just happened, here on the sands, when her twin had walked away?
Now the brown lurched forward, scanning the remaining candidates frantically. Elly winced as he clawed and tumbled and flailed, whimpered and cried and hissed his distress to the world. And wouldn't I just like t'do the same? And I can't. All I c'n do is smile and pretend everythin's okay.
The cries were her only warning - she who had bragged proudly that she'd never get caught unawares by a stumbling dragonet, she who prided herself on staying on her toes - before the brown she'd been watching sympathetically bowled into her, his wings fanning frantically before she toppled over, landing flat on her back in the hot sand. The breath wooshed out of her lungs and she laid still, eyes wide as she waited to be savaged. His talons were firmly hooked in her candidate's garb, his tail twined around her legs, and there didn't seem to be much chance of escape.
Do I really want to?
What came was not the slash of talons, but a soft croon. Slowly she raised her eyes - and fell into the rainbow-swirl depths of... her dragon's?
My Elianne....could it be? My Elianne, oh My Elianne! How could I have thought you were anything but yourself? How could I have thought to try and claim anyone else but you? I offered them bread and circuses, I offered them everything even my siblings. No one thought me worth while....except for you. You understand me, you understand that they should follow me...follow us! Your Maeradith understands now that he must have His in order to rule. Yes...my Queen, my lovely Elianne. Rule with me?
Instinctively she wrapped her arms around the dragon, tears trickling down her cheeks to get lost in her red-brown curls. One moment she'd been trying to figure out how she would get along without her twin, that constant, loving presence that had filled all her eighteen Turns of life, beyond her pride-filled 'grin-and-bear-it' approach. Smile a fake smile, laugh even if it killed her, and not let anyone know how lonely it was.
Except suddenly, it wasn't lonely. It'd never be lonely again. The words that filled her mind coaxed a brilliant smile back onto her face. Here was her other half; here was the one who'd match wits with her, share the schemes, the triumphs and joys that could be wrought from life, who'd value her for who she was, and never try to change her. Her kingdragon - who said there was any 'sub' about it? - her partner in crime. Hers, as she was His.
You got it, Maeradith. We'll show 'em all together. Forever!
Don't run away Don't run away Just tell me that you will stay Promise me you will stay
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Oct 14, 2012 15:14:36 GMT -5
A female brownrider? Certainly an interesting turn of events to be sure… That was that. The end of the hatching. There had been no deaths or duds which certainly made Lirone very happy. She walked over to Armania and clapped the younger woman on the shoulder. “Well done. Offer Nikianeth my congratulations.” Lirone nodded firmly and then walked back over to Agrippith who seemed restless and eager to be off the sands. They would leave soon of course, it would be very soon. First, she would congratulate all who had Impressed that day and offer them some encouragement for their new lives.
“Congratulations new Weyrlings. Work now towards your new lives.” She looked especially at O’hu with the weak brown dragon and touched his shoulder lightly as a healer rushed over. She recognised him as the healer Tedaon and realised he must have been here for the whole hatching. Apparently he wished to check the hatchling brown over to any injuries. Come on Lirone let’s go!
Lirone smiled and walked back to Agrippith who already was rustling her wings, ready and eager to depart. Lirone climbed onto the dragon’s back and through the storm and rain, the pair flew away together back to their Weyr. Lirone didn’t know the next time Agrippith would likely return to the sands but felt a deep contentment from the orange. She knew, then and there, that Agrippith would die a happy even if she never had children ever again. This hatching, as she had said, made up for the last. So many living children now roamed the weyr and Lirone was extremely pleased for her dragon in this regard.
Tedaon crouched next to the new Weyrling with the young, weak brown and lightly touched the stump of his hand to the boy’s shoulder. “Would it be all right if I just checked him over here? You may need to pop into the infirmary every now and again just to be sure.” He said it quietly and smiled somewhat encouragingly at the young Weyrling before looking back at the very sickly brown. There was potential to be sure and from the actions of the one to which the brown had bonded, he was certain that it would be achieved.
Tedaon did a quick glance around at the rest of the dragons and people noticing a few scratches here and there but nothing that needed very close attention. That was probably a very good thing. It gave him time to just check over the brown if needed before the pair would be expected to start their new lives as Weyrlings.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
lanct[M:-1025]
Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Oct 14, 2012 19:11:59 GMT -5
Halventh thanks us for attending, Waroth grumbled, although most of her irritation was gone now that Agrippith was taking her leave. Nimara nodded, her eyes still on the last pair to bond. Another female brownrider? And it was one of the twins! The redrider was happy to see both of the girls so nicely settled. They had been a handful, but Nimara was sure they would do well in their Weyrling lessons.
As the mothers began preparing to leave the sands for the first time in many, many sevendays, Nimara let Waroth leave as well as she made her way down to the sands. There were still candidates there that had been left standing, of course, and it was her duty as Candidatemaster to help pick up their spirits. She called them over politely, helping to lead them off the sands so that she could address them away from the noises that were still happening in the cavern. "You all conducted yourselves wonderfully. You should be proud, I know I certainly am." A smile was offered to some of the candidates that had been standing the longest, then she continued, "Tonight you may have the night off to yourselves. Feel free to join the hatching feast. I'll stick around a bit in case any of you wish to talk. I know this hatching may have been a lot to take in." Not as violent as some of the previous hatchings, but there had been excitement in its own right. A cross-Impression was always exciting and she was sure some of the candidates probably had questions about why the hatching had gone the way it had gone.
The Candidatemaster wasn't the only one making her way down to the sands. A certain greenrider that had been watching to proceedings headed down to where the feeding had been going on as well. He stopped off to the side, surveying the new Weyrling class. A viridian, two browns, three blues, a green, two pinks, and a black. There were ten of them, total. Even the sickly brown seemed to have make it, although A'bar was anxious about the state in which the hatchling looked. The healer, Tedaon, seemed to be tending to them for the moment, though. The man was very capable and had stitched A'bar up several times, so the greenrider trusted him. He was a good man, despite his oddities, and he could do his job well even without a second hand. A'bar had respect for him.
Now was not the time for the pings of memory, though. It was time to do his job. Adjusting his Weyrlingmaster knots, the greenrider straightened himself up to his full height, and addressed his class.
"Congratulations, everyone," he spoke to them all, his voice still forceful despite its slightly higher than normal pitch. He cleared his throat, then continued, "My name is A'bar. My dragon, the bright green just a little ways up in the stands, is Ablath. We will be your new Weyrlingmasters." For a second his eyes fell on the new female brownrider, then he looked each of them in the eye in turn. He wanted to get a good feel for what kind of people they were. They would be an interesting class, that much was certain. Two pairs of siblings, was it? At least, there were two girls who looked like they were siblings. "Feed your dragons as much as they need, but don't let them eat past when they're full. Letting a dragon gorge is a good way of asking for trouble," for a second his thoughts fell on Couineth and all the stories Ablath had relayed about her. That dragon could use more self control, but he certainly wasn't going to tell his students about that.
"If you're injured, see a healer before you leave the sands. There's enough here that you all should be able to get what you need. Those that are ready, we leave in five to show you to your new rooms. I'll also post these assignments to the bulletin board, so try not to get lost later." The last clause was said with a tone of sarcasm. Getting "lost" was not what A'bar was necessarily concerned with... but, rather, the new weyrlings "finding" each other in rooms where they didn't belong and giving that excuse. With everything he wanted to say for the moment over with, A'bar followed Ablath's attention to the feeble brown. The green had been watching him ever since he had hatched, with the great worry that concerned her over all injured or sick dragons. He's having trouble eating, A'barMine... Is he going to be okay? Ablath gently touched her mind to the newborn brown's, sending kind thoughts his way. There were no words, for once, just positive attitude mixed with an equal dose of concern. She was there for him, just as she would be there for any of her charges that needed her.
Without a word, A'bar drew his pocket knife and knelt down beside O'hu, taking one of the chunks and cutting it into even smaller pieces. Once he had done this, he set the much smaller morsels in front of the brown, then handed his knife blunt-end-first to the lad that had Impressed him. "Use this to cut his food into smaller pieces. It'll be easier for him to chew that way." Once O'hu had taken the knife, A'bar straightened again, clapped his hands together to get some of the meaty residue off, then looked to Tedaon to address him in appropriately hushed tones. "What do ya think? Should we move them to the Infirmary? I can have Ablath inform the Weyrhealers and send some more food down for them..." While his actions were of concern, A'bar's voice never wavered from a professional tone. It probably never would, considering sarcasm and distance had been his modus operandi. But one thing was for certain: he and Ablath would take good care of the students placed in their care and would do anything in their power to make sure no ill came to them.
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Post by thyme on Oct 15, 2012 2:25:16 GMT -5
O’hu spared Yrri only a moment’s glance as the newly made blue rider rushed over to him. He was too concerned for Polyth to notice the bloody handprints she left on her robes. Her congratulations washed over him leaving no lasting impressions but one thing stuck with him. “He is going to be fine,” O’hu said tersely, “Fine.” He put his hand on top of his dragon’s head and the brown leant into the touch. Polyth swallowed down the rest of the morsel and yawned. O’hu could feel the brown’s exhaustion warring with his hunger as he laid his head back in the dirt.
O’hu’s tense face was in stark contrast to the joyous faces of the other weyrlings. He didn’t even notice Lirone’s presence until she pressed her fingertips against his shoulder reassuringly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his brown until the healer knelt down beside him. He wasn’t even surprised by the touch of a stump instead of fingers. His eyes were pleading as he looked at the man. He would do anything to save his dragon. Anything. O’hu nodded giving the man permission to do whatever he needed to do. He repeated the statement he had said to Yrri although it sounded more like a question than an affirmation. “He is going to be fine?”
O’hu heard the Weyrling master begin to address the new weyrlings but all his focus was centered on the healer as he began to check Polyth over. A’bar soon joined them helping O’hu by cutting the meat into even smaller pieces for his sickly brown. Polyth’s multi-faceted eyes blinked open and he turned his head to look at the bright green dragon. {Eat a little more,} O’hu suggested lending his voice to the green’s encouragement, {Just a little more. Then you can sleep.} The brown let out a deep sigh stretching to snag one of the bite-sized morsels.
“He’s exhausted,” O’hu said as he took the knife to cut more meat into smaller portions although it looked like Polyth might not be able to finish what had already been cut. The brown feeling the intense stress from his rider summoned enough energy to wrap his tail around O’hu’s feet. {I am free now,} He told him as if that made everything alright. O’hu’s eyes glassed over like he might cry and Polyth’s eyes whirled faster in response.
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twitchie
Wingrider
twict[M:-5]
"I'm not bossy; I just have better ideas."
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Post by twitchie on Oct 16, 2012 1:09:11 GMT -5
Something new surged into Yrri, hot and thick in her veins. O'hu's grim but at the same time... she felt the storm he hid. His fear and choas of stress. In one motion, her hand touched his shoulder. But surely he would only shrug that gesture off too?? Instead, she clasped his perhaps sandy or sweaty or meat-grimed hand into her own rough but still somewhat small pair. "He will [/i] be alright. Do not fear. You have already fought a major battle together, your first survival. Many more lie ahead. Never despair. I.. I won't let that happen."[/center] I want you to have your cut checked. I can't have you harmed, my dearie. And then. . And then duty calls. We shall have time to praddle with friends soon enough, Mine. [/color] Yrri let go of the Brownriders hand, scuffling backwards awkwardly. She rubbed her face with her hand, and half-heartedly looked for a healer. She was hardly... well it wouldn't hurt to get it checked...
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Rappu
Pridesecond
rapct[M:55]
Sailor Melty Rainbow Death
Posts: 496
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Post by Rappu on Oct 16, 2012 13:14:10 GMT -5
Hatching! Minanth flapped her wings excitedly. Her fellow oranges' eggs were hatching, and she wanted to see the spectacle, the drama on the sands! Which Candidates would become weyrlings and which ones had to wait longer still? It was always so exciting! One day she would be there and she would have the best clutch an orange had had in Dalibor, but before that... Cal, let's go see the hatching! It will be fun and wonderful and exciting, and everyone will see that I am the most beautiful orange in Dalibor even though I haven't yet clutched, she said to her rider, who was busy fixing one of her chairs. "Let's go, then." Cal put the hammer back to its place on her belt, rose, glanced at her reflection on a lid, deemed herself appropiate and climbed carefully on the orange's back. Minanth flew in her graceful, showy fashion to the Sands' doorway and walked in, too excited to stop to let Cal slide down. She nodded quickly at her fellow oranges and took a spot in the front row, giving all the male dragons in the audience a flirty look. Look, there are so many hopefuls! Why couldn't there be enough eggs for everyone? The ones that get left on the sands are always so sad, you know CalMine? Ooh, look at that little one! I like that brown one... Hatchings weren't always this fun and happy. Even Calmera could relax and simply enjoy the little ones finding their humans, instead of being on the edge and worried about all the blood.
M'dag turned to look at Barahath. "D'you think we should go? To the Hatching, I mean. It could be interesting. There are some of my old felloe Candidates there, too..." Barahath grinned. Of course he wanted to go and see some of Dalibor's finest ladies! What kind of a question is that? M'dag laughed. "I guess it was a stupid question. But y'can't go joking around the mothers now, they and their broodmates wouldn't appreciate it." I'm sure the lovely orange queens would appreciate me very much. But I don't want to break any hearts, and besides, Abyrath might be there. M'dag winced inwardly. Indeed. He wasn't sure what to do if Ka'mond happened by.
M'dag spotted Day'ar, L'xon and G'dan in the audience and sidled closer. The three of them were the ones he knew best, and M'dag was at loath to sit next to complete strangers. Day'ar and G'dan... Were the two going out? He scratched his hair absentmindedly, feeling a little lonely. It would be nice to have someone like that... He and Ka'mond probably weren't going to be like that. More than probably, really. Don't feel sad, M'dag. You're the best, so you will get the best mate. All the mates! Barahath poked his rider with his nose and then turned. Heyyy, Ambrith! Oh Prith, I hope your day is as radiant as your hide! G'day, Halventh and congratulations! The purple was radiating a cheerful joy at the world, while M'dag sat awkwardly on the bench, trying to hide behind his dragon.
Tremayne was on the Sands! M'dag felt sorry for the boy. The two hadn't been friends, more like a wher and a wherry actually, but it the boy had been a Candidate longer than M'dag. Viyeri was there, too, and the girl who had kept pranking on Analucia.
And each got their dragon. At Elianne's Impress, M'dag actually got up on his feet to clap. He was happy not just for all the new Weyrlings, but also for the lack of blood at this hatching.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Oct 20, 2012 17:36:06 GMT -5
With the assent of the new rider, Tedaon busied himself checking the weak brown over. He was so focussed on what was happening with the brown that he didn’t truly notice what was going on around them. Normally, he didn’t like browns. Normally, he wouldn’t have gone near them but this was different. He wouldn’t see a new rider brought into the depths of despair. At least he had memories. It was apparent, though, that this brown was strong of will and made stronger still with the love his bonded seemed to be displaying.
Tedaon looked at the Weyrling and smiled, nodding. “You’re already doing what is needed. He will be fine.” He was only weak and tired but with rest, Tedaon was certain the dragon would pull through. The boy might have some difficulties and remain a little on edge for a while but he was certain that the danger would pass quite quickly. If he hadn’t slipped away just yet, Tedaon was certain he would not.
He stood and folded his arms as A’bar approached. He’d healed the greenrider a few times before and offered a smiled greeting. “Congratulations,” He said softly then, “Yes. I think it would be best for healers to be nearby at least for a little while.”
Again, Tedaon crouched beside the boy. “I will clear a space for him in the infirmary all the same. That way if you need me or anyone you need only call.” As a healer trained in both dragon healing and people healing at least somewhat, he felt that he could offer a lot to the young man and would likely be awake all night monitoring the situation. “I’m sorry if you won’t be able to make it to the feast…”
He would help the boy carry the brown if the need arose.
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Post by thyme on Oct 25, 2012 10:51:18 GMT -5
O’hu watched on tenterhooks as the healer worked his hands deftly over the brown. Polyth struggled to lift his head to turn and look at the healer. {What is he doing?} Polyth asked. {He is just making sure there is nothing wrong with you.} O’hu explained. {There is something wrong with me?} The brown asked sounding upset as he looked at his rider. The weyrling looked back into his dragon’s whirling eyes and said, {No. You are perfect.} He wouldn’t want any other dragon. Polyth laid his head back down mollified by his rider’s assurance that his rider thought he was perfect.
The new weyrling was so absorbed in the healer’s work that he had completely forgotten about Yrri’s presence till she grasped his hand. He jumped his eyes traveling first to his bloodstained hands grasped by her clean ones. He looked up at her face looking confused, desperate, and scared. He continued to stare after her perplexed as she let go of his hand and moved away from the small group assembled around the brown. O’hu’s eyes snapped back to the healer as he finished his check and told him that Polyth was going to be fine. “Really?” O’hu asked sounding like he didn’t quite dare to hope it was true as he reached out to scratch Polyth’s eye ridges.
O’hu’s brows furrowed as the healer told him that they would be moving to the infirmary. The healer was still obviously concerned enough that he wanted to be nearby in case the need arose. He took a deep breath forcing himself to keep calm. He didn’t want cause Polyth any distress. He would feel more comfortable having the healer close by anyway…if…if anything happened during the night…he would be right there to assist. He nodded at the healer not trusting himself to speak. {Do you want any more to eat?} O’hu asked but when the brown made no response he realized that Polyth had fallen asleep.
“He…he’s asleep,” O’hu said as he wrapped his arms around the brown and lifted him up. The dragonet barely felt any heavier than before he’d eaten. He probably wouldn’t be able to carry the brown all the way to infirmary without assistance but he could at least get him to the weyr’s entrance. “I don’t care about the feast…I…I just want to be with him.” He waited so that he could follow the healer back to the weyr.
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Reky
Alphahandler
rekyct[M:-999]
SO PRO
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Post by Reky on Oct 26, 2012 9:57:35 GMT -5
Veritka's hopes were snuffed out quite quickly with the Impression of blue Praerruth. As much as he associated with the plight of the poor, trapped dragonet, he knew it was not his. And when the last dragon on the sands was a kingly brown, he knew that he would not Impress that night. He would have liked to say that he did not mind, but there was still a part of him that was disappointed. Not in himself or his worth; he still believed in loving his stupid, ugly self despite his shortcomings. Rather, his disappointment was of a shallow, selfish kind. He had wanted to Impress, but it was not meant to be. Where others were joyously feeding their baby dragons, Veritka was joyously feeding his desire to change out of his robes. Still, Nikianeth's brown son was on the Sands. He could not go yet.
His heart almost leapt when the brown went crashing past him. The little thing stopped right at him. Could this be it? But the dragon was simply trapped in the wher-awful robes. Veritka panicked; his hands worked to free the wing until he remembered that he ought not to touch an unImpressed dragon. Instead, he pulled on his robes, and the dragon pulled on him, and when the creature was finally freed, it cried - and so did Veritka. It was a short, hoarse bark of pain as the brown ripped away. The egg-fresh wing claw left a neat, stinging laceration on his belly. He clutched it, feeling the blood seeping into his hand and saturating the frayed robe. He had seen blood before, of course, but not in such quantities from his own body. Veritka felt sick.
The brown Maeradith Impressed and the boy Veritka shied away. He would have clapped if his hand was not a makeshift bandage. The Sands began to clear and Veritka wandered into the arms of a short, insistent woman. "Come, now," said Cleo, "I'll get that all numbed and patched up, hm? You're not too sad, are you? You've probably got a whole lot of Hatchings left in you, unlike me! Perk up, kiddo! Here, I've got my bag just over there." And he demurely followed Cleo. He sat and she began to tend him, ever gentle with his wound. She tried to make small talk, but found Veritka rather quiet.
All he said was, "I have to change out of my robes." And she smiled.
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