Chek
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Post by Chek on Mar 23, 2012 21:46:53 GMT -5
L’kie leaned forward, eyes intent on the injured Candidates, reminiscent of nothing so much as a massive hunting canine on the scent as W’al held him back. But from the phrasing, L’kie knew he had only moments before his window of opportunity opened, “Delilah,” he’d noticed her join them, but hadn’t turned his gaze from the sands, “ I’m going to hand the dark-haired one to you to get off the Sands while I work on the the redhead. Can you carry her if needed? Tell me now, if not - I can take her and leave you with the Candidates, if you’re...comfortable with dealing with the injuries.” Never mind the fact the silly twit had decided to stand up...
“A’lan? Will you have your kit ready for her?” As he spoke, L’kie’s eyes darted back and forth between the dragonets that had proved violent, and between their equally volatile mothers - but finally W’al gave asset, “Slow, now.” He prowled onto the sands, as low to the ground as he could to minimize his profile - he really didn’t feel like a mauling today - slowly making his way into the scattered crowd of Candidates
Rennin, wavering on her feet, reached out and touched Saia’s fingers lightly, but did not take hold of her - it was too much effort, and Saia hardly looked any better than Rennin felt. It was...awfully bright in the cavern, for being early evening, and Rennin squinted at the sands, starting to list heavily to one side.
A large hand touched her lightly on the side, prompting a pained squeak as her bad shoulder was jostled, “Easy now, girl. Delilah, get her moving - she’d got enough numbweed on her that she can’t feel much right now.” Neither L’kie nor Rennin had been able to focus on the hatching eggs, so both were equally surprised, though neither really showed it, when a blue came and deposited a rock at the injured Candidate’s feet and sat himself down.
This is Mr. Rock. You can talk to him while your Lamith is getting food. You'll find him very similar to me. Don't worry. I know where to find you. Rennin’s focus returned to her when the blue spoke - she stood looking at him blankly for the moment, processing slowly what had just happened as the blue, Lamith, her Lamith, stood up and made as if to walk away, I might miss you, however, though only a little. Do you think they could find a way to let me bring you with me?
While Lamith lingered, watching her, her gaze shifted between the blue, the...Mr. Rock, and the crowd around her. It was like a lightning strike when realization finally, finally set in for real - her legs gave out, and she would have ended up on the sand again if the tall rider-healer hadn’t caught her around the waist. She reached for her dragon, her dragon, and despite his hunger he stepped into the circle of her arms and patiently accepted her first few sobs with an air of resigned impatience, though quietly, to her, he added, Come now, enough of that. I am hungry, you are a mess, and this man is trying to pick you up.
L’kie, was, in fact, not trying to pick Rennin up so much as succeeding at doing so - even Lamith was lifted a little off the ground before L’kie gave her into Delilah’s care, the small blue following along as she was slowly started off the sands, Excellent service, this. Now, onto more important things, yes? Food for me.
“Yes, yes,” Rennin agreed as she swayed and fell heavily against...Delilah? Yes, she thought it was Delilah. Everything was getting a little bit fuzzy now, and only Lamith’s voice really made any sense any more, “Oh, no, we can’t leave Mr. Rock. I...need to go get him.”
No. You are taking me to food. Have one of these women get Mr. Rock. He will forgive you.
L’kie, still close enough to hear her mumbling, looked at the so called “Mr. Rock” and sighed. “Atenna!” he called quietly, stooping and picking up the rock, then lobbing it underhand to her once he had her attention, “Get her off the sands.”
Then, he turned to the other injured Candidates still on the sands, only pausing to offer the newly Impressed pinkrider a nod as he pulled numbweed out and began slathering Saia’s legs without invitation, though her aversion to treatment made him growl.
“Stop the wiggling, woman, and put your weight on me while I work - if you’re still unsteady after the numbweed kicks in, I’ll get you a sharding crutch myself if you’ll stop trying to attract the attention of the angry dragons.”
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Out in the bowl, following the quickly fading trail broken by Starfall in reverse, Vigilance came trudging through the snow - and tripped.. There...was a thing. Buried, at least partially. Vigilance, being a good boy, nosed at it, and found it to be a people.
People shouldn’t be buried in snow. Master had trained him to know that.
So he started nosing snow off the people - the man - despite how cold it made his nose, and now many times he sneezed because of it. And then he flopped down alongside the man, soaking his belly (though kept warm despite it by his heavy winter coat) and started barking, low bone-shaking woofs that vibrated through his body and the snow around him..
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F’reki finally collapsed back into his seat, hand on his chest, face drawn, “That... at least she’s Impressed, and off the sands now. I can only hope my others stay unbloodied.”
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 23, 2012 21:47:51 GMT -5
Although it was an excellent sign that Rennin had staggered to her feet, Delilah did not like the idea of the girl being forced to walk all the way off the sands; she had at least one nasty leg wound already. But it would be disastrous to bring Agnith, and Delilah wasn’t at all sure of her own strength. Rennin was taller than she, and though the Healer was much stronger now that she’d been a weyrling for a turn and a half, it could be awkward to carry her. If Rennin was able to walk, then Delilah could prop her up easily, but it was quite impossible to think that she could carry or drag the Candidate by herself.
She did not have such pride that would require her to lie, but before she could say a word, a voice spoke. “I’ll go,” Atenna said, having been close all this time, sitting with Tedaon. As a beasthealer, she didn’t have the special skills needed to tend either humans or dragons, but she did have far more knowledge than a layperson - enough to lend a hand.
Delilah started after L’kie, moving slowly and elegantly, knowing that Agnith’s sharp eyes were fixed on her. The passionate pink usually crooned over hatchlings, and of course would never seriously harm another dragon, but anything that threatened her Delilah would be met with stiff reprisal. The determination flowing from her dragon made Delilah quake inwardly, imagining the worst case scenario; if the red or the green or anything else attacked her, Agnith would be down here in an instant to cuff them away, and no doubt be maimed or killed by one of the watchful dams in return. Neither was her own mother, so filial obligation - what little there was in dragons, after birth - would hold no sway.
By the time she and Atenna arrived at the knot of bloodied Candidates, however, Rennin had Impressed an uninjured blue, and Delilah was relieved. The blue would be able to assist, the red was busy fighting off her brother, and the green...well, Delilah kept an eye on that green. She spared a delighted smile to Ondine, seeing that the girl had Impressed a pink, and murmured a soft, “Congratulations.” Obviously, she had a particular fondness for pinks. Nothing could’ve been better.
Rennin took her Impression emotionally, of course, and as soon as L’kie pushed her into Delilah’s arms, the blonde healer began to lead her off the sands, keeping Rennin between herself and Lamith. That way, one of them would be able to catch her if she swooned. Atenna began to follow, keenly watching for any sign of faltering in the new blueweyrling’s steps, but turned back when L’kie called her name. She grinned and caught the rock with a soft “oof,” and started lugging it over to the weyrling area.
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In the stands, Day’ar leaned into G’dan’s embrace. It was hot in here, of course, but he felt cold with dread. The longer the red cavorted about the sands unImpressed, the better the chance that humans or dragonets would die - and that was if she hadn’t dealt anyone a fatal blow already. That green, too, was still roaming. Things only got worse when the red attacked her sister, and was then pounced herself by a brave little black. Blacks held mixed memories for him - one of his own class was his sister’s, the other was long since dead, and he instinctively reached for Sebol. If the red could throw the black off her, he would be dead in seconds.
Then, too, his eyes tracked the healers as they stealthily slipped onto the sands to bring aid to the injured. Kalith and Waroth would hopefully understand, but the hatchlings might take exception to having their hatching invaded by non-Candidates. There was so much going on, and so much to fear, that at first his response to the blue muscling his way up to Rennin was to give a squeak of terror. Another mauling?
Ah, I like his mind,[/i] Ambrith said with approval. He and the blue had much in common, so obviously he felt that Lamith was a suitable partner for Rennin. Mr Rock was a bit frivolous, but it would take the girl’s mind off of the wretched pain she must be in.
“What?” Day’ar asked.
He Impressed her, can’t you see? His name is Lamith.[/i] Ambrith refrained from offering congratulations to either of them, however, as it would not be proper at this time. Ondine and Dilath were granted only a cold stare. He disapproved of the kissing bandit, and he disapproved of Dilath generally for all the singing and joyfulness, so it was a good match, but not one he cared to see more of.
It was all too shocking. Rennin had Impressed. Finally Impressed. Was it due to Starfall’s machinations, forcing her onto the sand proper, or would he have found her anyway? Impossible to say, and Day’ar gave a hitching sob. He blamed himself for all the pain Rennin was in and could never bring himself to believe it was due in any part to him that she’d finally found her lifemate, but the most important thing was that she had. She finally had what he did, what L’xon did. What she had always deserved.
“L’xon!” he called down to the bluerider, beaming and clutching at G’dan in delight.
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Saia could not have been happier, of course, especially since Lamith didn’t happen to bump into her, and thus she was still standing. Oh, the nightmare continued around her, but for this one moment, it all came down to this cluster of people, two of whom had just Impressed. “Oh, Ondine!” she said in raptures, not even realising that the healer - the pinkrider - would now have to leave the sands to feed her dragonet. “Rennin! They’re beautiful! Ondine! Is she okay?” But the pink dragon didn’t seem to be too badly mauled. At least, she hadn’t vanished between. So that was good!
That was when L’kie started in on her legs, and she gave a startled squeak. It was good, of course, to have numbweed, but she did a frantic little dance just to stay upright. “No! Oh, please don’t, I can’t! Do my arm!” She offered him the nasty scrape on her elbow, because seriously, any attention to her battered legs was more likely to make her collapse than to help at this rate. She was not trying to attract any attention, and she put a shaky hand on L’kie’s shoulder, giving him a beseeching look.
Ieco, meanwhile, was standing quietly in his place, taking in the blood and gore. This was not what he’d been led to expect by his lessons. Sure, they’d been warned that mauling could happen, but nothing like this. That black was in for it now that he’d taken on his crimson sister, and though Impressions had just thinned the group of injured Candidates, that didn’t mean they would survive.
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Post by larkwing on Mar 23, 2012 21:59:05 GMT -5
Sakalas was rooted to the spot, watching as more and more people were injured. Blood, there was so much of it and the candidates which it came from...they were her friends or people she worked with in the least. Still, the most she could do was reach for Analucia's hand, desperately seeking the comfort of the other girl. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, hatchings were supposed to be smooth and perfect and loving! Shaking her head the redheaded candidate felt her knees quake and her legs turn into pudding. Barely, she caught herself as she started to fall, instead just over stepping into Kalith's side of the line.
Her head bent down then, taking in a few deep breaths before she shook it off. Okay, so she almost fainted, but she was still up and good. She couldn't just faint at the slightest thing! A shakier, but still more definite breath than before, was taking in slowly as her shoulders shuddered. She'd be fine, see more babies were hatching and they were finding Theirs. When a pink and blue impressed to Rennin and Ondine Sakalas clapped, a grin back on her face. There, the world is starting to right itself once again. Everything will be okay now, next will be Saia surely and then Ana and me too!
She watched the other dragonets and eggs, certain that all would turn out well. It had to...she couldn't dwell on the bad things, she could barely take them in.
Kurosaki on the other hand couldn't help but take it in, and with a heap of salt as well. His teeth gritted as more candidates got injured, and he quickly stepped out of anyone's way as the dragonets ran by. It was better to stay put and take care of himself than to risk injury. After all, there was no one here that he was truly attached to or worried about. The candidate let his hands ball into fists to stop their shaking, refusing to let himself feel the fear that coursed through the back of his mind. He would not acknowledge that part of himself, that him was weak and it was easily hurt. No, much better to see the bad for what it was and to not care than to let it happen and mask it through happy lies.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 23, 2012 22:23:44 GMT -5
L'xon's dark eyes rested on the tangling red and black, glassy rather than really attendant to the black's mortal danger. Every so often he looked at Rennin instead, though soon she was surrounded by healers and there was little to see. The blueweyrling was clutching to the barrier separating him from the Sands, and suppressing his concerns every time Halventh's warm presence poked in to investigate. He couldn't hide too well from the dragon, though.
Oh oh, Halventh twittered suddenly, the cheeriness accompanying his rather pointless words shocking L'xon alert. Lamith picked her. She will be alright then. Really, I am more concerned for him, picking such a...a unique person. Right L'xon? The weight of the dragon's question was not giving his rider much option.
Lamith...?
He is not as handsome as me.
The blond straightened up and gave the bloody transport chain of healers a better look. He spotted the dragonet Halventh mentioned: a blue. L'xon dared a smile before he could think better on it. But still-
Day'ar? Halventh almost recognized the thought as a question and became very confused. L'xon turned around.
"Day-" he started to call back, but his preferred name for the viridianrider was all he got out. He glanced between Day'ar and the other rider, G'dan. Of course L'xon knew about him. Had heard all about him, in fact. L'xon didn't find logic for more than a smile in the Impression, as Rennin had still been savaged and her Weyrlinghood would not start at all how they had hoped. For Day'ar to be grinning so candidly about it, to be grinning at all-
L'xon waved up at them both, only to have some tall passerby slam into his side and knock him off-balance. He grabbed the edge of the barrier and blinked in red-lidded shock at the stranger. The stranger waved both his hands back at the Weyrling.
"Sorry!"
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Q'sis shook his head faintly at Aylina's resistance to his assertion. But his attention lingered on the Hatching below, more interested in that now that he had hashed a few things out about the fellow tanrider. She had an unfortunate communication issue, but he had just dealt with another sufferer recently, and this young woman could be remediated in the same fashion. Sitting near her confirmed what earlier glimpses had suggested: she was of handsome height, a queen among human women. That spoke well for her, and overcame the annoyance of having to listen to her.
"Ridiculous," he muttered as he detected the Impression of the blue to the bloody spit that had just staggered up from the Sands. Nevermind that this meant Saia had been spending time in the company of such an undesirable, but the fighter might go to waste this very night if his chosen died. It did look likely, no matter how much the other Candidates flocked around her. But then L'kie was also heading out to attend the matter, and that had to be assuring to any observer but the patient. The tanweyrling assumed he would be called if the healers were so short of help as to recruit the minimally trained.
Do you like that one? Unath asked. She was referring to the black currently enacting its suicide plan on the red's back. It was a familiar question, but at least she had taken enough interest in the proceedings to notice them. Q'sis' thoughts stirred unpleasantly as he looked over the struggle of the two mutants with her prompt. Deeper consideration was interrupted, though, by the passage of a stumbling idiot that cracked one of his knees right against the side of Q'sis' leg and fell down in the space between the benches. He mumbled some kind of excuse for himself, but since he kept moving Q'sis elected to ignore him.
There won't be enough of him left to like, I think.
I like that one. The tan giggled as though sharing some girlish secret with her rider. Q'sis looked over his shoulder, up to where Unath was perching on the rock cusp with the other dragons. He smiled at her, and she waggled her wings, bugling in reply.
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Something...crushing him... Weighing down his stomach and ribs and then his face. Settling, turning, pressing. Brushing against his nose and lips. It was warm, fuzzy- or scaly? Tough? Smooth? What...what was...
"Neeeaaaaagh!" Ekuda sat straight up and slapped himself in the face in his efforts to check for some kind of invader. But a few seconds of groping at his bony cheeks and jaw and around the edges of his eye sockets revealed nothing. His chest shuddered with a few adrenaline-choked breaths, snow trickling off his shoulders and melting under his probing fingers. "Euh?" The only reply was a low barking to his right.
He realized he was freezing cold somewhat after he noticed the immense puffs of steam his gasps put out. He was shaking tremendously, on not just from nerves. What had he been doing? The dolphineer jerked his gaze from one section of the stone wall to another, attracted quick as a vtol to the prominent glow of the Sands outlet. Right! Ignoring the looks of a couple passing Weyrfolk who had the thankless job of working the kitchens the entire Hatching, he shoved himself onto his feet, using the canine immediately beside him as a handhold.
Ekuda fell back on his rear immediately, overwhelmed by the sudden requirement of balance and the downward drag on his bloodstream. He still got up again, this time giving the canine a hug before he made use of it. When he got to the part where he had to straighten out his upper body, he refused to do so. Instead, he planted his hands on his knees and squatted, holding his head down. "Gaaah..." the man groaned, squinting at the snow since taking in its full whiteness made his head ache. He looked up when the same two Weyrfolk passed by again to make another run to the stores. He held up one hand to them and nodded weakly. Too deep a nod made his brain feel like it was sloshing around indecently. After they had passed he briefly touched his left shoulder. Good. He had remembered his knots. Those Weyrfolk really shouldn't be so nosy- he outranked them!
After a couple minutes he tried a couple forward staggers while still hunched. He narrowed his eyes up at the Sands entrance, then dropped his hand again and spit at the snow. "Ugh," he whimpered to the humming night. For some reason it occurred to him to touch the crown of his head, and he was rewarded with a core-level sting to his faculties that took him to his knees. He touched a couple more times regardless, then looked at his gloved palm. There wasn't any liquid or gore on it.
Okay. Okay... He could do this. Stupid Hatching. He nodded his resolve to himself a few times- ignorant of another passing tour by the Weyrfolk -then pulled himself all the way up and licked his lips as he felt out his balance. His first step rocked off an unbent leg, but he fell into the familiar exercise readily after that. He strolled to the stair and all the way up to the stands, which were packed. He held one hand partly in front of his eyes, still finding any sort of brightness to be aggravating. He was also trying to wipe out the spots of color that had populated his vision since waking.
He shuffled past various other spectators, for the easiest rows to get to were, naturally, all filled, and he had to hunt for an empty seat. "'Scuse me. 'Scuse. Excuse me. Sorry. Huge feet you've got there. Um... 'Scuse me. Sorry, sorry." He had to circle around to the middle, but he did discover one of the lower aisle seats unoccupied, and planted himself there. The proceedings thus far were given a look. "Neat." He should have brought his slate.
A dulling warmth settled over his brain and he relaxed in his seat. He spotted someone familiar all done up in his pretty white robes. "Oi! Viyeri!" the Journeyman shouted, waving his arms till he thought the Candidate was looking at him. He then drew a heart in front of his chest with his fingers, tips starting at the center of the imaginary cleft, then bowing out over the symmetrical humps and meeting up again at the bottom. "You're my favorite!"
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Post by Ruin on Mar 23, 2012 22:38:37 GMT -5
There was something in the way that his friends interacted that gave Sebolaren the warmest feeling in the pit of his being, something he hadn’t felt since that dusky night on the beach, something he rarely felt at all. It was sweet, kind, and it didn’t concern him. He felt as if his unhappiness and worry might be tainting the situation which wasn’t necessary. Gess had things firmly in hand—quite literally. More noise from the sands finally drew his attention to that cluster of Candidates and blood to see that two had Impressed, but what stole away his concentration was the Black riding upon the Red in a futile battle. Day’ar’s hand upon him, a lifeline though it might have been, sent a jolt through his flesh; he flinched like he had long ago on a salty beach when exposed for the very first time. Why had he come here?
Ayla’s reproachful cheep in his ear, and the answering chatter from Vow, were the only indications that he had lurched to his feet unnaturally; he did his best to smile for his friends. Everything was fine here, besides, they seemed so comfortable, and…well things would be better now that the mauled girl had Impressed. Surely Saia would forgive him if he missed hers, hopefully they all would. His mouth dropped open as if there were words he wanted to say, but they would not come, and when he thought about it nothing seemed adequate anyway, so he simply sealed his mouth and gave a gentle shake of his head. They were alright, the both of them, all of them, except him. An awkward pat on Day’ar’s shoulder was all the farewell he could muster, his eyes following the Viridianweyrling’s as he yelled down to a man he recognized as L’xon, however it wasn’t the Blueweyrling that kept his focus.
Sebol watched Ekuda make his way clumsily through the gathered crowd after nearly tossing L’xon over the railing, a puzzled expression crossing over his face. Giving his friends a final glance, he dropped down from the higher tier of seating to follow after the Dolphineer, puzzling over his extreme lack of coordination, and, once the man had settled, his extremely loud salutation—had he gone mad? Perhaps he’d had a bit too much to drink, though you’d have thought he’d have waited to celebrate until after the Hatching: If anything was left after the Hatching. Sebol might have just checked in and left, but from the looks of the bettors sitting behind Ekuda, they weren’t going to take kindly to the dragonlessman blocking their view with his overly tall figure, so, somewhat unwillingly, Sebol joined the Dolphineer in sitting. ”I know you said you’ve never missed one, but you should have considered—feeling unwell?”
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It was as if time had paused around the Red and Pink, and for a few moments Dora was able to focus on the newest dragonets to find their footing on the hot sands. A Cyan, and a Blue, and even a Black had come into a world already tainted of blood—when she really stopped to think about it, Dora was convinced she could smell the coppery tinge to the air of the red liquid baking in the heat, but she convinced herself that she was imagining it. The Blue and Cyan seemed quite content to take their time without involving themselves between the paired-off fledglings, and Dora was grateful they seemed to have that much sense in their little heads—no more bloodshed was needed this day. It did not appear that the Red felt the same, nor did she distinguish between blood and green ichor.
The Red was furious at her sister! She even made an honest attempt at going through with the violence she had displayed to the candidates, but the Pink was smarter than that, and a Black was braver. Dora gasped softly as the ebony fledgling tackled his larger clutchsibling from behind, and did his best to foil his sister’s attempts. ”Oh Elly, he’ll be killed!” The words were forceful, and she did her best to stay quiet, but how could anyone ignore the battle raging in front of them, and around them! To see them turn on each other as easily as they turned on the Candidates was horrifying. Why wasn’t the queen stepping in? Didn’t she want her children to succeed? Oh it was all so confusing!
There were good parts, those Impressions she did not witness through the mix of Healers and Candidates, she heard in the tone of the crowd, but it was hard to balance the satisfaction of good matches with the desperate pain of violence. It was all Dora could do to hold tight to her sister and hope the storm would die around them and leave the hatching in peace
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Post by Rii on Mar 23, 2012 22:48:51 GMT -5
Since Day'ar didn't seem to be immediately rejecting his offer of comfort, G'dan left his arm where it was. It was rather nice - something he'd only admit in the quietest recesses of his mind. He smiled and gave an extra, gentle squeeze when it became apparent the girl his friend was so worried about Impressed. "You see? It's fine now. They're getting off the sands. And with a fine blue." The obvious delight in Day'ar's voice - and that smile - drew a quietly delighted grin from the greenrider as well. "You'll have to congratulate her later."
He is Lamith. They are well-matched, Prith offered to her rider quietly, adding afterwards, Of course, most dragons do fit with theirs well, don't they, my G'dan? The gentle affection that had been his for what was rapidly closing on two Turns warmed his mind.
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There. See? Some normal Impressions. That made three that had found proper partners the way the lessons taught, which strengthened Elly's case against the terror that Elidora had been so afraid of - and that she was seeing here. I'm right, shaffit. We'll get through this. And, it got one of the mauled candidates off of the sands. Now if only the red-head would get treated... Elly had to admire the other girl's tenacity. Red wants what red gets, she thought with a trace of her usual amusement - and promptly checked what the baby red was doing. Just in case.
...And apparently the red was being attacked by a newly-hatched black. Now THAT was funny. AND it took guts. Elly smirked, mentally cheering him on. Lil'un's got brains, to get on her back and hang on. But if he loses hold, he's done for. And that would be a shame, to see the underdog get thrown down. "He's got spirit enough for a dragon twice 'is size, that's for sure, but I'm thinkin' th'cards are against 'im," she muttered back to her twin.
Someone was yelling. Viyeri's name - of course, she had met the older boy while playing solitaire in the dining hall. Elly took a peek at whoever was yelling, and patted Dora's arm reassuringly. Hey. Not a bad thing - keep the crazy dragons looking away from us.
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Post by Ondine on Mar 23, 2012 23:12:42 GMT -5
Eventually enough of the numbweed had dampened the pain that Rennin's senses returned to her, albeit slowly. That was fine by Ondine, as it turned out, it gave her more time to work, uses stitches and bandages on deep and shallow slices. She was aware of Laushi getting ravaged, again, and Rhikail taking a swipe on the arm. As well as getting knocked down into the sand. But those were still injuries that she could fix, as soon as she got Rennin safe again, maybe even off the Sands. There was also a kind offer of help from another Candidate, Kaliko. That was good, and she nodded, but said nothing just yet. She didn't need help from someone who wasn't trained, she needed other healers.
But it seemed that Rennin had gotten enough numbweed to dumb the pain that she realized where she was again. And insisted on standing up, quite painfully, but standing up. Ondine, surprisingly, was not one of the ones protesting this turn of events. If she were off the sands, she wouldn't gain more blisters, and might Impress and get off of the sands even faster. Besides, she could work on the bite mark on her shoulder, and the slices on her arms right now. Or, at least, that had been the plan. It seemed that she had lost track of time and where she had been, because there was abruptly another healer there, L'kie, a Journeyman rider...and wondered how long she'd been working.
Apparently long enough. There were two other healers, one of which she had worked with before, and gave Delilah a small smile. She breathed a sigh of relief, abruptly aware of where she was again and what was going on, other than all of the injuries around her. Laushi would need more help, and she needed to get to Rhikail...and then stopped cold when a dragon brushed past her and sat down next to Rennin. She...had just Impressed a dragon. She didn't have to Stand anymore.
Again the rush of relief came. Now she could really move on to Rhikail, Laushi, and Saia. She could Stand after they were tended to, unless one of these healers planned on staying with the group of candidates.
Life, though, seemed to have other plans. The adorable Pink was suddenly there, tripping over her own limbs, planting her face into the sands, and then rolled over. And looked, upside down at Ondine. There was a voice in her head, abruptly, a cheerful and chirping voice. There was a little bit of surprise, but then it was happiness and joy with a fresh coating of hope. And a tiny bit of hunger. Oh, hello Ondine. Your Dilath was looking for you, even if I wasn't going about it very well. Doesn't matter now! I need food! Let's go! While Ondine felt her jaw drop open in surprise and shock, Dilath thumped the sand with her tail. A beat, a happy sound. And totally excited.
It took several seconds to really sink in, and during that time Dilath was energetically communicating with her brother. At first, Ondine simply couldn't understand what was happening, why she felt so happy all of a sudden, as though she'd just found something that fit for her. And then she got it. She squealed with abrupt joy, lunging for her Pink dragonet, lifting her up and looking at her. A dragon. Her dragon. And hello to you too, Dilath. Let's go get you some food, you must be starving!
It was only after she thought that to her dragon that she realized that...she had to leave the sands. And the people that she had to heal. Delilah whispered her a congratulations, although others were less quiet about it, Saia in particular. But the other Candidate brought up a good point. Also, do you hurt? You were cut up pretty badly. Dilath chirped and chittered, thumping her tail happily into Ondine's chest from where she was being held. She was just as cheerful as ever, although she was a little annoyed at her sister. I'm fine! Mine is sweet for being concerned, but these are hardly going to slow me down. Come on. Food! You look like you could eat as well.
Ondine laughed, turning to Saia, eyes bright. “She's fine, just a little sliced up, but she says it won't slow her down any. Thanks for asking though!” It was obvious though, now that she looked around, that L'kie was staying with the Candidates and those that were injured. Rennin was being led away, and- Mine~ Lamith and His are going to beat us to the food unless you hurry up. And I want to eat with them, not by myself! Ondine smiled. Okay, bossy lady, let's go get you fed. I'd never be able to continue with dragonhealing if my dragon got sick, and I'm going to have a look at those wounds of yours when we get out of here.
Dilath simply smiled, although it could hardly be called smug. She was just stating a fact of life. You just can't complain because I'm right. Come! Life will be better once I have fed, because then I can do things! She tried again to sing, to no avail. Her throat was beginning to hurt, so she simply thumped her tail against Ondine's chest again. The healer turned to Rhikail, then Seta... “Take care of yourselves, I wanna see you join Dilath and I with your own dragonets, okay?” Her eyes were bright and voice strained with happiness, and then she was following Rennin, her little pink bundle of love trotting at her side, eyes wide to take on the world. Humming, despite her tired throat. And there wasn't a single violence-obsessed Red or feeling that could stop her.
They caught up shortly, where Ondine murmered her congratulations to the injured girl, and then smiled cheerfully at Lamith. A new Blue...well, it was a pity that Rhikail didn't get a dragon of this color, she'd surely love him. But maybe on the sands was another blue that was just right for her, and the pinkrider would be able to see her friends come with her to Weyrling classes.
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Post by laushi on Mar 23, 2012 23:49:26 GMT -5
When Rennin struggled to stand Laushi felt every instinct inside scream out in an urge to make the obviously shock addled girl sit back down before she sped up the process of bleeding to death! But with the healer so close, surely Rennin would be taken care of by someone who could handle her more gently than he could at the moment! Rennin asked if Saia and he were alright. Laushi blinked once, twice and shook his head slightly with incredulous hints in his expression. While Laushi only glanced at Rennin briefly (because this meant he had to take his eyes of the hatchlings) he did spare a moment to respond to her question ”I’m doing better than you are at the moment. You know, ‘standing’ for a clutch dose not necessarily mean you need to actually stand up once you’ve been mauled…”
He could NOT believe she was standing with those wounds, numbweed must be marvelous stuff….to dang bad he didn’t have any himself eh? Part of Laushi wondered if is young pink friend Agnith or Devath were watching this. He knew Ieco, Altolec and Morndag had to be out here someplace, but had not heard or seen them yet. Saia handed her unused sash back to Laushi after the green wandered away from him, likely so he would have something to use on his leg. With an amused smile he almost chuckled along with her giggle…this was insane. Laushi wrapped the sash about his upper leg, just under the hiked up robe tightening it slightly to slow the trickles of blood down his leg. Saia was still with in Odine’s reach and would likely be the next to receive proper medical care, so it was alright to accept her offer. Laushi didn’t know how much longer HE would have to remain standing after all.
At his point he recalled the sound of someone trying to call out a warning right before the green latched onto him and Laushi glanced over at the candidate who had her arm bitten by the little pale green psycho. Rhikail. Her arm had been chewed up, but she was standing, and hopefully she would get medical care soon ”Thank you for trying.” he said, grateful for her attempt to warn him, even if Laushi wouldn’t have moved and exposed Rennin and Saia regardless. Seta was speaking to him again. Laushi had registered the thanks before he was attacked the second time, but had not had the time to respond, and now the other boy was speaking again. This time Seta was promising bubbly pies later and that earned a slight smile from the bloodied black haired boy ”I’m going to hold you to that. The food that is. I know we’ll make it. It will take more than this to bring me down. And you have a backbone of stone.”
Kali approached and Laushi glanced sideways concern lighting his eyes, he appeared to be a magnet for bad luck today and the boy didn’t want her to catch the edge of it. Even if he did appreciate the sentiment.”Kali. Thank you. But this isn’t a good place to be, the more we bunch together the more of us might be taken out at once…” he meant it…both parts. The thanks and the caution. And then something startling happened. A blue strolled on up, because it was not aggressive looking Laushi did not try to prevent the hatchling’s approach…but when it impressed Rennin his heart almost stopped. This was a good thing right? Or was it bad for such a torn up candidate to impress? It didn’t matter now, she had impressed.
And then…the healer Ondine impressed the pale pink. Well…so much for having a healer on the sands to deal with the maulings! But, at least he could be happy for both brave girls. Then again, if the pink was here…what was distracting the red?! Laushi’s attention shot over to the homicidal red baby and noticed…a black was attached to her back hanging on for dear life. Was it trying to play distraction? What a brave little fool…he felt automatically drawn to the little guy’s fate. They had a lot in common. Laushi could not see a safe way out of the situation for the brave warrior, short of the red dropping from exhaustion or something truly insane…like a candidate running up and snatching up the black and trying to run away before the red could attack.
If his hip and leg weren’t so torn up, he might have seriously considered trying just that insane of a stunt. But he could not manage the speed that would be needed in his current condition. And a tiny, tiny sliver of his heart was worried for the red as well…wasn’t there a danger in waiting so long to impress? If she got torn up to much, if the black shredded a wing or something the red might never fly correctly..or she might even die. He hadn’t forgotten the pale green either, what was that little thing doing? And he wasn’t sure, but wasn’t there another little pink out here something? Laushi remained vigilant, but once Rennin and Ondine were off the sands …helped by…well look at that, the professionals had arrived! Now that Rennin was gone he only had to worry about Saia (who had been numbed up by one of the healers who had ventured onto the sands) and Rhikail now. Well…until the next person was mauled anyway…
OOC: Once again, I'm sorry if I mispelled names or missed anyone...it was a massive amount if info to respond to!
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 24, 2012 0:27:33 GMT -5
Viyeri was trying to watch all of the goings-on at once—not out of excitement to see what came out of all the eggs, mind you, but for self-preservation should another egg break free to release more demon-spawn from whatever void it had come from, or in case the red or the angry green should make another go at the candidates. He was glad that some of the dragonets seemed to be more like the idea of dragons he was used too—the pinks, of course, and the brown, and the blue who impressed to one of the injured girls (good for her—and even better, she could get off the sands and get some real treatment!); they all seemed good-natured enough.
Good-natured meaning they weren’t running around trying to kill everyone. Viyeri didn’t consider that standard terribly high, but given that their mothers were Kalith and Waroth…well, he was just going to do his best to stay alert and not draw any unwarranted attention to himself.
He’d been so busy being attentive to the hatchlings and the eggs that he hadn’t noticed poor Teriss quaking in his sandals beside him, and was thus quite taken by surprise when he was suddenly and unexpectedly latched onto. Viyeri’s first thought was that he must have lost track of one of the meaner hatchlings and it had managed to sneak around behind him—but he quickly realized he wasn’t feeling any sharp, pokey teeth, just pressure from someone’s arms. Teriss’s arms.
Fear turned to relief turned to awkwardness, and for a moment he almost tried to step to the side to move away from the boy, but then he saw the fear written all over the other candidate’s face, and Viyeri’s expression softened. “It’s something, isn’t it?” He looked out over the sands again, taking another quick stock of who was where before looking back at Teriss with a smile. “The dragons, the eggs, the robes—it’s the real deal. And I know it’s scary, with people getting hurt, but I think the hatchlings are just…confused.” Yeah, confused by their inexplicable thirst for blood and hatred for happiness, maybe. “Wouldn’t you be confused if you suddenly came out of an egg to find all of this going on, and to be very hungry, and feel very small and alone?”
Perhaps if he could calm the boy down, Teriss wouldn’t hold him quite so tightly. Though…he actually did feel bad for him, and really did want him to feel better. The fact that him feeling better might mean he would stop squeezing him was just a bonus. “Soon they should find their riders, and then they won’t be so confused anymore. Their riders will help them. And Teriss, you became a candidate because you wanted to be a dragonrider, didn’t you? Dragonriders don’t have to be very strong, or very smart, but they do need to be brave. Like…”
He saw the black charge the red, just in time to defend his pink sister. Remarkably, the smaller dragon had the sense to leap onto her back, where her snapping hell mouth couldn’t get him, and he had the strength to stay on, too. Viyeri hoped for his sake that he would also have the speed to get away from the red when he inevitably had to get off—or there would be more ichor on the sands, not just blood. “Like him. Look—just a baby, right out of the shell, and he’s giving his all to defend that pink. If he can be brave, when he’s so young, then we can hang in there too, right? If you do get hurt, the healers will help you. Everything will be all right.” Oh, if only he could actually believe that. He wanted to—but with these hatchlings, it was hard to say.
His desire not to draw attention to himself, however, was quickly thwarted. Viyeri frowned when he thought he heard his name being called—who would be calling out for him? Most everyone he knew was here on the sands, except the candidatemasters and other such people, who had no reason to be calling him. Well, everyone except…
He just stared right back at Ekuda, watching with mute disbelief as he—was that a heart? Oh, joy. Viyeri blinked. Then he sighed, shook his head slightly, and gave such a pitifully half-hearted wave back that he felt it communicated his reaction quite well. Oh, he was sure Ekuda was enjoying this, at least.
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Kaliko was just beaming when one of the injured girls impressed to the pretty little blue, even though she didn’t know her. It made her feel a bit better about the whole thing—much of the hatching so far had been beyond awful, with the maulings and the blood and the absolute powerlessness they all had to prevent more bloodshed—but at least in the injured girl’s case, there was a light at the end for her. She had impressed, and while the mauling was still horrific, Kaliko imagined there were more than a few Pernese out there who would be willing to sign up for such battery if it meant actually becoming dragonriders.
She turned back to the hatching sands, looking for that pink again—both the pinks seemed so sweet! But to her horror, the red was charging, and the pink, already injured, showed no signs of backing down. Kaliko’s eyes widened in fear, her whole arms becoming knots of muscle as they clenched—and then, out of the shadows, a black streaked in and smacked right into the orange-streaked apostle of fury. “Yeah!” Kaliko’s fist struck the air, and she watched the black with delight all over her face. About time someone was doing something about those blood-thirsty hatchlings! Fortunately, she was at least slightly able to contain herself, as the cheer was said more than shouted, and the fist pump was a far cry from the cheering display she would have liked to do. But she was supposed to stay still and wait it out, right? She was quickly getting tired of that.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Mar 24, 2012 0:44:14 GMT -5
Doggarel had panicked when it came to the hatching. It was time! She was scared that she would be late, and this was not a hatching she wanted to be late for. Both the queens were likely to rip her to shreds if she was. She shivered as she dressed, grumbling about the snow. Who wore thin robes when it snowed? She was pretty sure this was like, the worst day for a hatching. Still, she couldn't be too upset. It was a hatching day after all!
She joined with the others, smiling at Ceserat as she passed him. He was her friend, well everyone was her friend but he was her first friend! So he got priority. Too bad she couldn't stand with him. Looking ever, she caught sight of Seven and scowled.
Seven himself did all he could to ignore the chaos. Taking slow, deep breaths, he went about calmly as usual. This was nothing. He could get through this. He spared a few small smiles to his fellow candidates, and a reassuring pat on the back to one or two. The snow dampened his spirits a bit, but that was it. He was sure that the dragonets would be fine. He bowed to the queens and joined the others on that line. Rather silly, he thought, but anything to appease the queens. He did not wish to die.
As the first egg hatched, Seven watched with a small tilt of his head. Ah, a brown. Not as good as luck as a bronze or iron, but good none the less. He watched the brown until another egg released it's captive. The pink was cute, but she seemed to be having trouble. The ichor dripping down her neck signaled as much.
Dog didn't notice the ichor as much as she noticed the little one couldn't make much sound! She seemed distressed about it too. How terrible not to be able to sing, but she was sure the pink would excel at something. It's not like dragons really needed to roar. Her attention was stolen by the brown though, as he approached someone she knew! Holding her breath, she pranced slightly in her spot, hoping that it happened... and it did! She joined the others in a soft clap for Cesarat.
Seven too was pleased. He gave the new rider a strong nod of approval. Good. That was a good brown. He was a good boy. Still, there were other things to watch. Like the large creamy-orangey colored egg. He was optamistic, though not too much, until it hatched. The moment he saw a flash of red flesh, he sucked in his breath. Not good. Not good at all. A wary glance was given to Waroth. He, truthfully, was not a fan of red dragons. They were so illogical. Beasts full of more emotion than he could understand.
It took all Doggarel had not to squeak when the red rushed at the pink. How rude! Rude rude rude! Sure she was a red, butthat was noreason to be so mean! She glared a bit at the orange streaked dragonet. She needed to learn manners, Dog had decided. Crossing her arms over her chest, Doggarel watched the red, wincing a bit when Laushi was bit. Rennin was next, and she was torn up, Dog winced again, but really she couldn't do much. She just hoped the girl didn't die.
Seven tsked under his breath. Illogical. All of them. The red made no sense. To make it worse, two of Waroth's brood joined the fray and the green was not a kind one. He watched the fights with growing disapproval. Weren't they hungry? Didn't they feel that urge? The urge to find their pairbond? He shook his head a bit. No, of course not. They were girls. Girls, be they human or dragon, were odd. As if to make things worse, another girl joined them. A cyan. Though, as he looked her over, he noticed she wasn't as aggressive or silly. Good. She got his approval.
Dog watched Rennin, mostly ignoring the sands. She didn't want to seem rude, but well she was afraid Rennin would die. Her heart thundered in her chest as she watched people move about and dragons dash around. It was only when the blue approached that she sighed. The blue wasn't aggressive. The blue was, well strange. But strange in a good way. It was then that Dog decided she would visit Rennin after the hatching, to see if she was ok. Then a pink impressed too, after being saved by her black brother. He was awesome! She decided, a defender dragon was cool. She smiled, though there was still fighting, she was glad that there were still good dragons.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Mar 24, 2012 3:00:40 GMT -5
L'kie's words were not necessarily building of A'lan's pride, but he would have to be glad to do his part. He was particularly stressed about Delilah's part in all this, but what had to be done would be done. He nodded and began to prepare a station for the injured candidates or weyrlings to return to. Redwort was applied to sterilize his hands as he removed the lid for the numbweed salve and set out bandages. Occasionally he glanced over his shoulder to where L'kie, Delilah, and Atenna were cautiously making their way onto the sands.
Things were getting out of hand now. Fermillionesca watched her fellow candidates be torn down, yet there was also some happy occurrences on the sands. It seemed one of the girls who was attacked had found a partner, and another girl as well was leaving the sands. A black had joined the fight between the red and the pink as well, and a cyan was on the sands too. Fermi just watched and waited, holding her ground. There was really nothing else for her to do. She wasn't a healer; she had no skills that could help in such matters.
Waroth watched the bloodbath of her daughter with some pride and some resentment. It should have been herself mauling the candidates! But the green was her daughter and she could respect her daughter's accomplishments with a critical eye. Her pink daughter, however, was greeted only with snarling. She would not kill her own daughter, but pinks were still to be loathed in her book. Nimara held Waroth as the antics went on, although it took less and less stress on herself to do so. The blood spilled on the sands at least a little bit placated her savage beast.
The green now seemed a bit less angry. She seemed much more amused with digging a whole in the sand. Fervently she dug in the sand, one-minded in her passion to dig herself a hole big enough to fit her entire person! However, the dry sloping of the sands continued to refill her whole. For a while she fought against it, but after a while it was clear her endeavor was going nowhere. That frustrated her again. She roared a tiny childish roar and stamped her feet. This simply wouldn't do! Her eyes turned on the male candidates' side, swirling orange mixed with red.
On a whim she picked her next victim, slamming her bulk into Kurosaki in an attempt to knock him off-balance. Her claws pulled her along his frame until she had reached his shoulder. Once there, she gnawed on him much like she had did Rhikail's arm. Then, quite suddenly, she dashed away again. Her next target that she acquired was Viyeri. With gusto she sprinted over to him and pounced. She only got as far as his legs, though, which made her even more angry. She scratched at his calves and nipped at his thighs. Then, yet again, she dashed away. She was growing tired of this nonsense, though. Lazily she drifted over to the female candidates, her tail flicking sand behind her back and forth.
At this point the final egg of Waroth split exactly in half. The two hemispheres fell to each side almost perfectly, leaving behind the lean form of a tiny black. He blinked out at the candidates, gaining his bearings as he methodically took in the scene. There was bloodshed and chaos around him, but he waded through it with his practical nature. There were still candidates to Impress and things to do. Slowly he got to his feet and began to make his way over to the male candidates, for that was surely what he was meant to do. His feet were brought up near his chest each time he moved, giving him an odd high-stepping gait. As the hot sands dried his hide he was shown to be more of a soft gray-black, speckled with tiny dots.
He moved down the line of candidates, giving each due attention. One was too loud in mind. Another was too chaotic. Further were too silent. Alongside him his pink sister had followed him to run circles about him. Weren't circles fun? She thought so! The black mostly ignored her, for he had different matters to attend to. More important matters, he thought. He stopped next to the most recent of his green sister's victims, but the boy was not for him. The boy next to him, however, had something to him that the black took a liking to. He surveyed the chaos of his hatching's sands once more before walking right up to his chosen mindmate and standing at attention.
Do not be afraid, T'risMine. His mental presence was strong and stable, built on a foundation of dedication to method and observation. He sat down, his eyes swirling a calming blue. The green and the red are wrong, but your Schrodith is right where he belongs.
Black Schrodith, bonded to T'ris (formerly Teriss) [302323] [-(h/2π)^2/2m][dΨ/dx]^2 + U*Ψ = i[h/2π][dΨ/dt]
Meanwhile, the pink had drifted along for the ride to bug her green sister. The previous attempted assault she had received was long past her memory and she thought little of them as she proceeded to attempt to run the fastest circle ever around the green. The pale green took offense, swiping at the pink but yet again failing to land a blow. The pink was off again in a flash, faster than even her green sister despite her stubby legs. The green snarled, but a different need filled its place. Hunger. Hunger made her eyes grow orange and fueled her grumpy mood. A loneliness filled her heart, too. She just wanted someone to love her. So, as she traveled down the lengths of the candidates that need for a lifemate filled her emotion-run mind as well.
Kalikondra was too rough. She bumped into the girl in an attempt to throw her off-balance, but otherwise kept going. Elianne and Elidora were likewise shoved aside. Was there no girl for her? She certainly didn't want a male! How boring! She paused in her line of carnage and snubbed candidates to glare down those that remained. Decisions, decisions. This was probably the only time in the whole of her life that she would stop and think before acting.
Meanwhile, the pink had been looking for candidates as well, in her own spazzy way. She zipped over to the male candidates where her black brother had found his two-legged-thing. Then, quite suddenly, an idea struck her! She ran over to Ieco and pounced upon him, not to maim but to claim! Her eyes looked into his and she made a soft purring sound. But the excitement was short-lived. His eyes did not hold the mind and heart she looked for. With a soft whimper, almost as if apologizing, she daintily climbed off of him and then moved over to an empty spot on her mother's side of the sands. There she began to chase her tail again, her own way of thinking about the decision that needed to be made.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 24, 2012 3:25:50 GMT -5
There were not honestly that many dragonets on the sands, especially once the three who had Impressed got themselves off the sands. Just the red flailing around with the black on her back, the patient cyan, and - in a moment - Waroth's entire clutch.
The green continued her warpath through the boys, but she was neither as large nor as vicious as the red, and as far as Ieco could see, and he didn't think the damage done was mortal. There was still a healer among them, so that was good! He shifted slightly, biting his lip. Oh, what had he gotten himself into here? This chaos was nothing like he'd expected, and to such a laidback person who wanted to know all there was to know, his soul cried out against it. In days to come - assuming he survived - he would analyse every moment, but for now he could do nothing. Even his thoughts were tangled.
The pink was zipping around everywhere and hadn't shown any inclination to harm others, so he was quite shocked when she threw herself at him. Despite her relatively small size, Ieco was not strong enough to hold his own against both her and the sliding sands; he landed on his band with a soft "oof!" and stared up into her eyes, closer to his than any dragon's hand ever been.
Was this Impression? But if he had to ask, it wasn't. His heart thudded in his chest, but the apologising pink soon took herself off again, leaving him aching and winded but not seriously harmed. Except maybe in the small ego he had. He'd never expected standing to be such a rush of emotion - of hoping and wanting every time a dragon cast a glance over him. This was the most attention any had paid him, and it gave him hope. She'd thought he was right, but he wasn't. But maybe to another dragonet...
Ieco picked himself back up once the heat of the sands became unbearable and lightly dusted at his robe. He'd be bruised tomorrow. If there was a tomorrow; from what he could see, the red remained unImpressed, although at least the green appeared to have moved on to the girls.
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So far, Edison had watched the hatching with keen interest. He knew a few of the Candidates and was concerned for those parties who were injured, but for once he refrained from catcalling or shouting congratulations and encouragements. This hatching was different than previous events. Two warring dams presided over a bloodthirsty brood, and neither of those causing significant amounts of damage were either called to heel or Impressed to those who might control them. Not yet.
However, without any fanfare, something wonderful was happening. Edison had known Teriss a long time, ever since the day he chose the shy boy as his companion in shenanigans, and he broke out in clapping when he realised the black had stopped for good. Not a very excitin' dragon, that one, but even Edison had to grudgingly admit that excitin' probably wasn't the best thing for Teriss. T'riss? Ter's? He'd have to ask, later on.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Mar 24, 2012 6:02:36 GMT -5
Dog was starting to get a bit fed up. These fussy dragonets! Didn't they have any sense? She tutted softly and shook her head. “Now now little ones. Listen to Dog. It's time for you all to calm down. Do you really wanna look silly infront of everyone?” She spoke as softly as she could, while still hoping the dragonets would somehow miraculously listen. Doggarel knew full well it was a bad idea to talk during a hatching. Especially if there were upset dragons about! It might make you a target for aggression. But Dog just wanted them to stop being so snippy. There was no reason for them to be so grumpy. Looking over, she smiled at the black and his new rider. See! Some of them still had sense!
Seven too was pleased with the black. He looked over the speckled hide, he had for a moment hoped that it would impress to him. But he had not, still Seven was not upset. The hatchling knew whom was best for him. Teriss too was good, if Seven remembered anything of the other candidates. He had never spoke to the boy, but if he remembered right, he was not a huge trouble maker. Though his memory may be lacking. His attention flicked to the green, who was looking at the girls, well less looking and more tackling. He frowned deeply. So strange! He hoped a girl satisfied her though, he could not think of having to deal with such a pushy green. The pink was not much better, always running around. Senseless. He shook his head. No no, he could not live with a senseless little dragon.
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Post by Alec on Mar 24, 2012 9:14:47 GMT -5
Altol watched with excitement as the first of the eggs hatched, revealing a strong-looking brown. Smiling, he noticed that the little dragonet wasted very little time choosing his lifemate. As Impression was made to someone he never really got to know, two more eggs had already hatched a pink and a red.
A red. The sight of her made Altol get even more nervous, since they were known for their voilent nature. When she charged the boys, his fear grew. It seemed like he was right in the line of the red. He really couldn't consider himself lucky or unlucky when she went for Laushi instead.
Altol moved to try to push the red off of him, but before he could do anything the red moved on to attack another Candidate. Laushi had moved himself off of the Sands and even managed to check on the other girl, so the wound was probably better than it looked.
He shook his head and tried to focus on the remaining eggs. As another one hatched, it had a pale-looking green where the egg once was. Green! How cute he thought. Maybe this little green could turn around the gloom that had come with the maulings.
Instead the exact opposite happened as the green mauled another person, before setting her sites on poor Laushi again. As the green raked her claws against him, Altol had to steel himself to stay where he was and not go help his friend. There were healers here. They would help him.
Now there was still a red, two pinks, and the volatile green still unImpressed. Once the cyan had stumbled out, he didn't know what to expect after the green's little show, but she just sat there. He continued to stand there, waiting to see if he would get chosen by a deagon.
T'von, too, was watching the scene before him with horror. So far, several Candidates had been injured, and while none of them were ones he knew, he shuddered and sent his sympathies to them. He just wished that the red and green would Impress already so, hopefully, no more blood was spilt onto the sand.
Moruluth was also anxious. He wanted to calm those who had been injured, tell them it was alright, but as long as they remained on the Sands, they had the chance of Impressing, and he didn't want to be the cause of a dragonet betweening.
Maybe it was good that he hadn't, as a blue had made his way over and Impressed an injured girl. Smiling, T'von clapped at the Impression, as he did with the others and focused his attention back on the red and pink who were still standing off.
The red finally made her move, and ran up to attack the pink. Just as he thought the red would kill her clutchsister, the recently hatched black came in and saved the pink, giving the red a stout kick to the face. T'von clapped at that act alone, and he even felt Cloud and Loess share his feeling.
About time someone showed that red her place. Moruluth told him,and he couldn't help a smile forming across his lips. The pink was able to Impress because of the little black, and he made a mental note to talk to whoever Impressed to him about how proud that made him feel at that moment.
Now he worried about what the red would do to the black, but he had been smart enough to jump onto her back where he would remain unharmed. The green seemed to calm down for a moment and tried to dig a hole into the sand, but failed miserably at it, and vented her rage by mauling several more people.
T'von looked away, feeling Moruluth comfort him. It's ok. They'll all live. Hopefully some of them will even Impress I hope so He thought back as he returned to the scene before him. He was glad that his Impression wasn't like this, at least.
He looked at the newest arrival, another black. Which made a cyan, a pink, a red, a green, and two blacks left to Impress. The spotted black decided to change that, heading straight for the Candidates as soon as he was able to, paying no mind to the red struggling with the other black or any of the other dragons on the Sands.
The black made his way to the male Candidates, and T'von gasped at who he stopped next to. Teri. Feeling tears well up in his eyes as his best friend finally Impressed, he cheered loudly. Cloud whistled, happy that Other found his Bigone, and Loess clicked excitedly, mainly because his Humanpet was happy.
Feeling it safe to speak to the boy, Moruluth told Teri, or whatever his name was now, what T'von could not. Congratulations! Mine and I are so happy that you found your dragon! I just knew he was out there for you! Mine will speak to you after the Hatching is over. Moruluth then let the boy do what he needed to do and continued to watch the Hacthing through T'von's eyes.
T'von wiped at his eyes and continued to watch the Hatching, happy that Teri had finally got his dragon, but worried also because with a red still on the Sands, there would surely be more bloodshed.
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Post by larkwing on Mar 24, 2012 10:19:38 GMT -5
He had to admit, Kurosaki wasn't expecting a black to attack a red. It just didn't seem possible or like it could happen at all. He smirked, proud of the little bugger. Of course it was stupid, but eh nothing was perfect. Running fingers through his hair the candidate was so taken by the scene that he didn't see the little dragoness come for him till it was too late.
Searing pain raked across his senses as he tumbled to the ground and bit back a cry. The heat from the sands though only made it worse and he looked wide eyed at the wounds on his shoulder and legs. Okay, so now he cared! Gritting his teeth Kuro tried to stagger to a standing position but only fell back to the ground. A hiss of pain escaped his lips as sand entered the wounds and he shut his eyes while breathing steadily.
In and out, in and out. Well isn't this just perfect! He swallowed, the movement catching in his throat as he tried to stand again, somewhat able to though it was shaky and partially bent over. A little hand beside his chest appeared and he looked down at Saka as the girl returned the weak smile. He hadn't even noticed her breaking from her side of the sands to run to him. The candidate however had had enough not protecting her friends and as another went down she had just moved on her own accord. Now her smaller body helped his to stand, trembling under the weight but determined to no longer be afraid.
The boy however shrugged her off, not allowing himself to become in dept to her for the help. Wide eyed Saka backed away slowly, returning to Analucia with a look of dismay on her face. Kuro simply closed his eyes instead and ignored that look. Better she be with her friends than me.
Ooc: Sorry its short I'm writing from my phone and am out running errands. >.<
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 24, 2012 11:09:42 GMT -5
Ekuda waved back at Viyeri enthusiastically, even grinning before the pain of doing so caught up with him. He trimmed his giddiness back to a smile, then flinched as a pallid green blur shot into Viyeri from the side.
"Look out!" he hooted at the fallen Candidate, laughing. The green had rammed down a number of males before she slithered off to the women. "She's a strong one! Too strong for you lot!" The dolphineer settled down into his seat, quite satisfied with his uncharacteristic volume. Also tired. Very tired, now that he was sitting. And his head felt like it had split apart and was leaving the squishy thinking part exposed to the heat of the Sands.
He pulled his legs in obligingly when the dragonless man came to sit with him, but did not respond at first. He was hanging his dark head again, blinking at the floor. When he sat up again, the Journeyman seemed a little more collected. He even resisted the urge to heckle Odowen, though he quickly recognized the troublesome boy on his second survey of the Sands.
Ekuda dragged the back of his hand against his sweaty brow. He'd neglected to remove any of his winter clothing. Forgot about it, really. "Something hit me on the way up," he said, glancing at Sebolaren. Ekuda made a broad gesture at the top of his head, careful not to touch his battle scar. "Why, do I look bad? Woke up with a puppy. Uh, outside. I'm here!" He thumped his fist on the bench stone, then performed an incredible pained pucker of his features as he pulled up his hand, which would no doubt be bruised along the side he had slammed it. "The heat here is good. Love this heat. Especially considering the season, but...relaxes like a hot spring. Have you ever been? I'm a little scattered alright, but I am completely fine. Just need to sit here, in this heat, a little while longer. Double clutches, woo!"
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Post by Ruin on Mar 24, 2012 11:48:49 GMT -5
”No,” Sebol replied candidly, ”but you’re certainly acting strange. How do you feel?” Ekuda seemed quite intent to sit here and roast as Day’ar had, not to mention the fact that he seemed disoriented enough to pitch himself over onto the Sands. Briefly, the dragonless man glanced down to the ongoing hatching, but Delilah was busy, and likely to remain so. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, that he would need to stay and ensure the Dolphineer didn’t cause more trouble than he could handle, or somehow manage to gain the attention of the angry Red. ”Yes, the heat can be relaxing,” he allowed, his lips pursing as Ekuda continued his scatterbrained attempt at defending his actions. ”You could probably do with less heat, don’t forget you’re dressed for snow, not burning sand.”
There wasn’t any way he could even pretend to understand half of the things the man had just said, a puppy?—but he was determined to stay and do what he could, at least until a Healer could see to him. As they were all busy in the task of tending those bleeding all over their white robes, Sebol assumed he might have quite a wait ahead of him. Raksha and Saia still stood, and it was a grace that the quiet artist hadn’t yet been injured—Saia at least had gotten only touches of what some had. Splitting his attention between the chaos below and the man beside him, Sebol watched the Green knock aside a pair of twins in her need to find hers, ”double clutches indeed.” More a chance for violence, and now double the hateful predators stalking the Candidates.
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The final egg for Waroth’s clutch split, and Dora was relieved to see not another creature slighted, but a quiet black fledgling. The small newborn moved away purposefully leaving his siblings to their play—even if some of that play was dark in nature. Holding to her sister, Dora attempted to crane her head around the bulk of Candidates and Healers to see who the Black would Impress, so focused was she that when something solid bowled into her she cried out involuntarily. If not for Elly she certainly would have pitched face forward into the hot sands, and Dora was convinced that the Red would have been upon her in an instant—distracted as she may have been by her dark brother. Steadying herself against the foundation of her twin, Dora sought out the source of their sudden movement and landed on the retreating form of the Green.
How lucky they had been! When so many that had met with the little fledgling’s ire had come away bleeding. To only be cast aside, well Dora would not complain; she stayed close to her sibling, caring more for Elly’s comfort than what anyone would think of the small girl who couldn’t let go of her fellow Candidate. The Green had moved on, they were intact, and that was enough. Dora’s shaking hands tugged unconsciously at her robes to sort them out from her stagger, and she stole away a moment to shift her feet on the hot sands in an attempt to spread out that growing heat from searing here through the wherhide. A small moment of peace, a small breath to gain her composure, that was all she had needed and she grabbed it like a thirst-crazed man to water.
”Why won’t they choose, Elly?” The plaintive query was whispered close to her twin’s ear, she simply didn’t understand! This was unlike anything they had been prepared for! Hatchlings so angry, and so few satisfied with the assortment of Candidates offered. This was such dangerous work, out of a story or in a dream—but a nightmare! Surely theirs were here somewhere? Out of the din of Healers and over the crowd she heard the voice of a female Candidate calling to the hatchlings. The idea seemed both logical and crazed. Perhaps the girl would draw attention to the fact that the dragons could move on from their dangerous play, and maybe they would: Then again there was always the possibility that the attention the girl would receive would end in bloodshed.
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Post by Rii on Mar 24, 2012 12:17:17 GMT -5
Reylia leaned forward in her seat, hugging herself. Another black. The first one made her nervous - oh, what if he died? She couldn't bear it. Not after Sicriath. Recath hovered protectively in her mind. Look to the second, he tried to redirect her attention. Safely Impressed. He found his as I found you. She smiled half-heartedly and clapped for the latest new rider, but her attention stayed on the blood on the sands.
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Waroth's third child, Elly decided, was boring. He seemed utterly uninterested in everything except finding his match and leaving. While she was sure the straightforwardness would soothe her fretting sister, it left the gambler... well... unsatisfied. She liked a bit of spice in her life. The speckled black came and went and was utterly disregarded by her. There was something bigger to worry about - that approaching green!
Elly slid half a step in front of her sister, but it was for nothing. A bump - a dismissal - and the angry green was gone, seeking her match. The Bitran-bred cotholder exhaled with relief even as she steadied Dora. Safe, for now. Listening to her twin's query, Elianne shook her head softly and shrugged. She didn't know. Maybe there were no good matches for them and those hatched would end up between; she'd heard tales of it happening. Or maybe they just wanted to play. That was where she would place her wager - they were little ones still, the world was new, and they had to get whatever fits they were born with out of their systems before they set to finding their other halves.
She hoped.
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Post by Kila on Mar 24, 2012 12:33:51 GMT -5
Tremayne had heard that some Hatchings were gory, but the violence inherent in this one was not only shocking but terrifying because he was in the midst of it. It had started off well, so the sudden escalation of maulings took him by surprise. A strong little Brown had been the first to hatch and impress, boding well for the rest of the clutch. He remembered reading somewhere that a King hatching first was a symbol of good luck, and while this traditionally meant a Bronze, a Brown was close enough. Tremayne’s heart stopped when Deretsoth came to the boys, but the hatchling ignored him and chose another Candidate. Realizing that he had not been breathing while the Brown was close by, Tremayne had to take several heavy breaths to compensate. He was not used to such suspense. A Red and a Pink had hatched after the Brown, but Tremayne had unwisely dismissed them in the presence of a male dragonet, assuming that they would go to girls. The Red, however, refused to be ignored. Shrieking, she charged at her Pink sister and then leapt upon the female Candidates. When she withdrew two robes were tainted with blood. As the Healers and helpful hands began to swarm, he looked away with a gulp. No more dismissing dragonets: he needed to be alert, not googly-eyed.
Tremayne shivered when Waroth’s two egg broke open dramatically. The largest revealed yet another violent female. Despite all his research, Tremayne was no expert, but he could tell right away that the Green was one unhappy hatchling. Almost immediately she lunged for the boys and clawed the legs of one of them who he’s met before. He couldn’t recall his name, but he remembered their unpleasant confrontation at the entrance of the barracks. Tremayne’s lips twitched as if to curve into a he-got-what-he-deserved expression, but the sentiment didn’t form. Here, he realized, they were all in the same boat. For the Hatching none of them could viably put themselves above any of the others. They all wanted the same thing and they were all just as hopeful and scared. It was sobering realization, for Tremayne had never been in such an equalizing situation before. Dire as it was, he liked it. It made him feel like he really belonged.
They next few impressions were to girls, though there were several male dragonets on the Sands. Tremayne watched them hopefully. A moment of high drama occurred when the vicious little Red pinned down a Pink. There was an almost audible gasp, most loudly from the Candidates. As much as they didn’t want to be mauled by the Red, they much less wanted her to harm the other dragonets. Were she to kill her siblings their chances of impressing would diminish. Before anyone could react, the Pink was saved. A valiant Black sped out of the shadows and knocked the Red over, keeping her at bay long enough for the frightened Pink to go impress one of the girls. Ondine! he thought, remembering her as the girl who had washed dishes with one day. He clapped with the others, excited that someone he knew would be walking off the sands with their very own lifemate.
Things were getting a little too close for comfort. The Green again unleashed her anger on the Candidates, mauling one boy father down the line and then Viyeri, who was right next to him. ”Shards! he cursed in fear, stepping away when she struck but immediately back when she had withdrawn. ”Viyeri, are you okay???” he asked his roommate, hands hovering just behind the others boy’s shoulders, ready to support him if necessary. As he did so, a Black from Waroth’s clutch, the last, hatched and impressed the boy that had been holding on to Viyeri. So close. To his left, a spasmodic Pink tackled another boy to the ground, only to stare at him curiously and bound off again. Tremayne had the impression that he was only catching segments of the Hatching, even though he was in the middle of it. With so much going on around him, there was no way he could take it all in.
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 24, 2012 15:17:16 GMT -5
Viyeri had just been waiting for the red or the green to strike again, and unfortunately, it seemed that time was now. He gritted his teeth as she came charging toward the male candidates, wondering if it was too much to hope that maybe, just maybe she had suddenly realized that hers was among them and was speeding toward them all to make a happy impression.
Of course not. His pessimistic side was usually right. He winced as she attacked a boy he didn’t know, a distance away, knocking him down and raking him with her claws. Baby or not, he was sure those claws were sharp…and as luck would have it, he was about to find out personally just how sharp.
His eyes widened as she suddenly broke away from the other boy and wheeled around, careening right toward him with single-minded fury, and he looked around frantically in search of an escape. But there was none—not unless he wanted to take off running down the sands, which seemed a foolish move, as either the green would catch up to him or one of the queen dragons would squash him for encroaching on their territory. He was just going to have to take his chances with the green. He tensed and in the next moment, she struck.
He let out a strangled, arrested cry as her claws found his legs, afforded little to no protection by the vastly inadequate hatching robe, and he tried to jerk his legs away from her scrabbling claws as she attacked him. This had him hopping somewhat from foot to foot, doing his best to stay away without actually moving from his spot. For one frightening moment, he very nearly lost his balance, but grabbed hold of Teriss’s shoulder to steady himself before he hit the sands. At least at present the green could only get at his legs.
And then she was gone. Off to claim another victim, no doubt—or maybe even to look for her lifemate. Right then he didn’t care, he just wanted her not trying to kill him. He let out a long, rattling sigh, closing his eyes for just a moment before they opened again in fear and he frantically looked around, in case another dragon had decided to set upon him in that moment. But no, for the moment he seemed to be safe.
“Shhhhhhhards…” he hissed, slowly daring to glance past his robes and look down at his legs. Oh, he was bleeding all right. His scratch-ridden legs throbbed with a smarting pain, a dull, almost itchy fire consuming them and flickering up against his less-injured thighs. But he was still standing; the cuts were not too deep, and nothing critical had been ripped.
He looked over at Tremayne, blinking in mixed surprise that not only was he still there (Viyeri had somewhat forgotten everything around him that wasn’t’ the green) but he also seemed to be concerned for him. He let out a dark sort of laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m fine. Really. Just sharding…” He glanced to the other side of him, realizing Teriss was also still there and probably very much afraid. He swallowed, forcing himself to stay in check. “It…could have been worse,” he grumbled, shrugging. “It would appear I’m not quite dead yet, so I suppose I don’t have much to complain about. Just a lovely little green, that one…” He did frown, though, when he noticed Ekuda laughing at him. “Gonna KILL that crackdusted dolphineer…” he muttered to himself, probably too quiet and too mumbled for the others to hear.
Viyeri was so shaken by his experience that his first thought, when the black came near, was oh no, not another one. But…oh. This one seemed all right. He was still here, but he didn’t appear to be mauling either of them. So did that mean…? “Congratulations, Teri,” he said, smiling at the other candidate once impression seemed certain. Seeing them actually stirred some childish longing in him to impress a dragon too. He made a note to try not to regard every dragon that came toward him with suspicion—just the ones he already knew to be violent.
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Kaliko frowned as she watched the green’s attacks. Shells, what was with her and that red? If it wasn’t one, it was the other! So many maulings. She was still wearing her frown when the green seemed to tire of clawing up the males and moved toward the girls, but this time she wasn’t charging with teeth bared and blood-stained claws at the ready. Maybe now she was actually going to go find her person? Kaliko hoped so. Maybe her rider would teach her some manners!
Apparently that lucky rider wasn’t going to be Kaliko, though at least she didn’t get mauled, either. She hadn’t really expected the green to shove into her like that, but it didn’t quite have the desired effect of knocking her down, if that was what the green had been going for. The green may be a dragon, but she was a little one yet, and Kaliko had had bigger things than that trying to knock her down before! One foot slid forward through the sand, but other than that, the stocky girl didn’t budge. She scowled, watching the green move away. Still think someone needs to bop that one in the nose… she grumbled mentally to herself, folding her arms and drawing her lips to one side in an almost comical scowl.
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Post by Nia on Mar 24, 2012 15:19:28 GMT -5
Avalle leaned back in her seat when the egg she'd so cleverly pointed out hadn't been the first to hatch. She crossed her arms and didn't say anything as the dragons emerged, although she kept her eyes on the Red. I told you that one would hatch first, [/i] Callistath said calmly, a certain "I told you so" tone to her voice. But of course she didn't mean it like that, she was simply correcting a mistake Hers had made. Being smug about it would be rude, and if she was anything, the Gold certainly wasn't rude. Avalle just sat back in her seat and pouted. Whatever. She didn't even care! She watched the Red rip through the girls with narrowed eyes. That wasn't good. Another dangerous Red to add to the several they already had? Wonderful. I'm sure she'll pick a Rider capable of keeping her down,[/i] Callistath commented, watching the Candidates with her whirling eyes. Probably. They usually do, Avalle responded, although she did have a thing against Reds. They were alright sometimes, but jeez talk about a loose cannon. They were possibly the most dangerous dragons in the Weyr (excluding Kalith, of course) and that meant more potential problems. Avalle didn't like having to deal with problems.
Taryme was watching the Hatching with as much focus as he could muster, sidestepping out of the way as the dragons came running towards the Candidates, especially that Red and Green. Violent little things, weren't they! Not that he minded, in fact he found it rather fascinating. And although he desperately wanted to help the poor girls who'd been torn to shreds by the Red, he knew it wasn't his place. Plus, he honestly didn't have that much medical experience. Not to mention that despite his selfless nature, Taryme really wanted to Impress. And helping the girls was more likely to get him mauled (or worse-- kicked out!) if he tried. Not that the Hatching stopped while he was looking away, either. There were more maulings, more Candidates falling and toppling over each other in every direction. This line thing was probably not a very good idea, in hindsight. It made the Hatchings a lot more confusing than usual, having to look in different directions to watch the dragonets. And before he'd realized it, all of the little dragons in Waroth's clutch had already hatched! The violent Green, a Pink and now a Black was on the sands, roaming and searching for His. Taryme was largely ignored, and the Black found His quickly. Not to mention that the Black had jumped on top of the Red, a thing that Taryme was fairly impressed by. Helping his siblings, was he? Good for him! Taryme could only hope that he wasn't going to end up paying for his heroism later. That Red was a nasty one. There were a large amount of dragons on the Sands, however. It was a bit strange, they were all more focused on either mauling or jumping on the Candidates than actually Impressing to them! Perhaps it was the fault of that little pseudo-viewing they'd had? It would be interesting, but he doubted it. The dragonets likely hadn't even noticed them, being trapped in their eggs and all that. While looking around he did notice that Saia was one of the Candidates attacked by the dragonet, and he felt doubly bad for her, since he knew her. And she was probably the only one he knew! Afterwards he'd go see if she was ok. He didn't want to risk making it worse now. In all the excitement, he heard a noise next to him and glanced over. A girl was muttering something, probably towards the dragonets, or perhaps words of encouragement to herself? It seemed more like the former, however. She had shaken her head at them, so it was very likely. He turned slightly to Doggarel with a bit of a grin, "You'll have to speak up if you want them to hear you," he told her in a light-hearted tone.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by princesal on Mar 24, 2012 15:54:16 GMT -5
Viyeri may never know just how important his words were to Teriss, the fact that he had been willing to endure the death hold of the candidate to try and calm him... it was at that moment, the moment that he didn't push away, but instead used soothing words and tones, that he forever became marked in Teri's mind as a friend, there would be a lot of hugs in Viyeri's future, whether he wanted them or not. Nodding as he listened, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down, tried to make his wherry heart stop trying to escape the cage of his ribs. It was easier when someone was here to stand with him, especially with the chaos swarming the sands.
Just confused?
How was it that some dragons hatched and were calm, and didn't attack, and then when the ones that did attack were called confused? He was thinking that the red might just be plain old mean, the green too. They were horrifying, and he hoped they impressed to someone that loved them, and would teach them how to be kind. He hated the idea that he would want to say no to a red or a green, but not like this... not like them. He didn't want to be fearful, and he would be afraid with those two.
As Viyeri continued to speak, Teri did indeed calm down, his palms were still clammy, and his heart still pounded, but he thought, that with someone close by, who he could hug and hold on to him, that he would be alright. Everything was going to be okay, and he was sure that the dragons wouldn't attack either of them, so it was going to be fine. Right? Nodding at Viyeri's question, he wanted to be a dragon rider... all he he had to do was be brave? But what if the red or green tried to attack him? Could be be brave through that? Then he saw his own hands, saw the scars that he bore from knife slips, and from hot pans. He hadn't cried when he had gotten burnt, he hadn't stopped trying to cook. He had accepted it, and knew that that's the way it was. Maybe right now, is how the way it was. If he was going to be attacked, he would could face up to it. He could stand strong, and if he got knocked over, he could get back up. Finally, after what seemed like a century to him, he managed a smile. "Thank you, Viyeri." Soft words, spoken right into the other candidates ear, and then he gave the side of his head a small kiss.
So everything was going to be alright, everything was going to be fine, and he had loosened up his hold on Viyeri. Not trying to strangle him out of fear, and that's when the worst thing he could think of happened. The green charged. In an instant, Viyeri was ripped from his arms, and Teri himself was tossed to the ground, but he faired so much better than Viyeri. The heat of the sands didn't bother him, looking on in horror, he saw the green attack his friends legs. "No!" Well, that was much louder than he had been since he had gotten to the weyr, but it seemed that the green didn't even care, and she was off and running away just as fast. Scrambling to his feet, he moved over to Viyeri fast, and looked down at him worried. Worry filled his expression and his eyes. "Oh... Viyeri. Sorry, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been... I'm sorry." It babbled from his lips like water from a fountain, and a boy he had never talked to was asking if Viyeri was alright. Didn't they need a healer? A healer needed to be here to help Viyeri!
Eyes focused on Viyeri, he didn't see the last of Waroth's eggs hatching, he didn't see the black dragon moving towards the boys with focus. Didn't see it stop in front of him...
but...
but... but he heard him. Blue gray eyes turned to look at the black dragon in front of him. No, not a black dragon... Schrodith.
Do not be afraid, T'risMine. The green and the red are wrong, but your Schrodith is right where he belongs.
He just stared, this beautiful black dragon, he felt the link, felt like... like he, like nothing before. He didn't have the words for what he felt right now. But he knew he had been waiting for it his entire life. He wanted to jump and laugh, he wanted to run and cry. He felt utter happiness, he had impressed! He was going to be- no he was! a dragon rider! It was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Schrodith felt so... smart. He was calm and determined, and Te-... no, T'ris, T'ris wondered why.
Because you are my T'risMine. And Viyeri will be fine. This is how it is, and he will find his.
T'ris looked back at Viyeri, worried, and wanted to stay. He felt guilt, that maybe because he was holding onto Viyeri, that it was his fault for him getting clawed, for him getting hurt. Shaking his head,
Not wrong... scared.
They are not right.
no.
Thus they are wrong.
T'ris felt a little confused, and he wanted to try and explain, that attacking others was wrong, but being scared wasn't wrong. Viyeri had told him that they were scared, and T'ris had had difficulty understanding why they attacked if they were scared, but... but he didn't think they were wrong. He also wanted to stay with Viyeri, until the healers got onto the sands, but he felt the hunger of Schrodith, and as if knowing what his chosen had decided, Schrodith spun around, and with his high stepping gait (how cute was that), he started to head off towards the sands, where he had already determined where the meat would be.
Blue eyes found Viyeri, and he felt strange, leaving the sands without a scratch, where his friend had gotten attacked, where others had gotten attacked. Stepping close to Viyeri, he said with a bit of determination behind it, "See you... off sands... meet your dragon." And then he felt a great big gutted feeling as he followed Schrodith off the sands, and went to retrieve a bucket of meat. Schrodith seemed a bit picky, and would declare a piece bad, even if T'ris knew it was a nice cut. Hearing Moruluth congratulate him, he grinned, and looked towards Schrodith. Looking at the black, he knew he was perfect.
Mine and I thank you. He is T'ris, and I am Schrodith.
He felt more and more at ease, he knew that Schrodith wasn't going to be a talker, not filling the air with useless words, but to not have to stumble over words? He found himself smiling, but at the same time, keeping an eye on the enterance, waiting to rush over and greet Viyeri when he came joining. He knew he would, he knew he would.
They are good.
yes.
Satisfied with that answer, Schrodith began to eat again, refusing the piece in T'ris hand, it was bad. The next piece was good, and he ate that slowly.
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Post by Rappu on Mar 24, 2012 16:11:44 GMT -5
The newly-hatched Red intrigued Analucia, and her eyes darted from the newly-impressed pair to the little queen. Her eyes widened as the dragonet neared Saia and a girl whom Analucia wasn't well acquainted with; surely she won't... But the dragon did attack the girls, and even the proper and normally composed Analucia couldn't help gasping. Next to her, Sakalas was clearly upset. But curiously, Analucia herself didn't feel outright horrified. She hadn't seen injuries and blood like that before, but instead of fright, she only felt calm and alert. Her grandmother was very much against hysterics, and had raised Analucia the same.
"Saka, if we need to cross over to Saia, we must proceed with care. If the red attacks us, we will not be of any help to anyone," she said quietly. She glanced at the little queen, who had moved on from her victims. Sakalas clutched her hand and was she swaying? Analucia turned her head. "Saka? Are you feeling unwell?" She squeezed the other girl's hand reassuringly. Surely the Weyrwoman and the masters wouldn't let the red kill or completely maim any candidates...
Looking back at Saia again and seeing Healers tending to the mauled candidates put Analucia at ease. The cool calm was still there, but she relaxed a little. As far as she knew, the situation was under control, and her fellows would be all right. She tried to catch Saia's eyes to give her a comforting, empathetic look. The wounds looked painful, and Analucia made a mental note of getting her first friend in Dalibor something nice as a get-well gift after the hatching.
She didn't clap as Teriss impressed to a beautiful black; instead, she offered him a wide smile and kept holding Sakalas' hand. Despite feeling calm about the maulings, she was still excited and it was comforting to not be alone.
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Morndag missed the whole shoe drama and the first Impression. He closed his eyes tight as he heard Waroth's growl, and opened them only to see a little red mauling Laushi. For several terrible moments, he felt like he was either going to be sick, faint or both. He stared, both frightened and fascinated by the sight. Laushi was his friend, strong and capable and cool, and even he couldn't do a thing against this force of pure anger... Morndag shuddered. His face had turned white, and his legs felt wobbly. Seeing the red move on to two girls did not help at all. Blood everywhere and oh shards, he had to avert his eyes.
He wanted to help Laushi, he really, truly did, but he felt completely unable to move. The queens, the spectators and the angry red were almost worse than his worst nightmares about hatchings, and the last thing he wanted was to direct attention to himself. But still, maybe he could do something, at least make sure Laushi wasn't in danger of dying, or something. Morndag himself had had a similar experience with a wher, and he knew exactly how terrible getting clawed felt.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Morndag inhaled slowly. Come on, don't be such a mouse, you can do it, you can do it. He lifted a foot to step towards Laushi, and just then, a green decided to pounce the poor lad. What little colour was left on Morndag's lips drained out, and the boy tumbled forwards.
Hitting the scorching hot sand with his hands prevented Morndag from fainting. He let out a high squeak, scrambled up quickly and shot apologetic looks towards both queens, the hatchlings, the audience and the rest of the candidates. White, painful blisters were forming on his palms, tears welled up in his eyes - and he determinedly crossed his arms. He wouldn't go to the healers. Blisters were nothing compared to the giant, bloody gashes on Laushi and the two girls. For Faranth's sake, one of those girls had almost had her guts gouged out and she was still standing! If he went, everyone would laugh at him and all the dragonets would attack, and then he would be torn to shreds.
No, better wait. New impressions seemed to sort of defuse the massacre and Morndag clapped gingerly his fingers together, even managing a nervous smile at both Rennin and Ondine. The pink and black both seemed nice. Neither had attacked anyone escept to defend others, which was a quality Morndag wholeheartedly approved of.
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Post by Boo on Mar 24, 2012 16:43:58 GMT -5
Tedaon watched at other healers walked onto the sands, moving low and fast. He could not move like that anymore. He was nowhere near as swift or quick as them and what was more, he simply would not have been able to get near to the hatchlings. He could and would not walk near them as they hatched but after they had Impressed, he would of course assist as he did when Rennin came off the sands newly Impressed. Tedaon moved towards those carrying her and worked with the apprentices to fix her injuries checking the dragon over for more as it walked past. Looking back at the sands and noticing the candidates moving and talking, Tedaon gritted his teeth. Candidates were supposed to remain as still as possible and he knew it was difficult but there was every possibility that the dragonets would become confused by the movements and start mauling again… At least there had been no deaths.
C’ian was late as he had just happened to be grabbing as much food as he possibly could. The purple rider ran towards the bowl, pulling himself through the snow whilst Shirath complained heartily that it was not his fault that C’ian had wanted to grab food. As he pulled his way closer to the Hatching Sands, he became aware of the cold. Yes, he had been so intent on his food that it was only now that he actually realised how cold it was and in a moment he had tripped over something. Landing on his stomach C’ian looked forwards with horror and dismay at the food. It had been BENDEN BAKLAVA. “NOOOOOOO!!!”
C’ian lurched forwards and tried to salvage what was there and then looked back at the offending thing that had caused him to trip. It was a person and as he looked the man sat up and C’ian could only assume he was having a nap in the snow. “Man I love taking naps in the snow!” As Ekuda climbed to his feet and moved into the sands, C’ian lay back in the snow tears falling from his eyes over his lost baklava. Oh get up Mineeeee you are going to miss everything. This is my first hatching as an adult and you would ruin it with all your antics? How rude! Go into the hatching now and watch them. But my food. It’s all goneee You will get large if you keep eating. It is what you said to me when I asked for more herdbeast once! Fineee With that the rider got to his feet and trudged his sorry way into the stands to watch what was happening. Already he wished he had more food as he looked at the stressful situation on the sands. There was rather a lot of blood down there…
C’at, newly Impressed and safely away from the danger of the sands, watched the happenings with fear as Deretsoth ate his meat calmly and measuredly. He couldn’t be happier that he had Impressed but he also couldn’t be happier that he was off the sands. He was here and not with the red who seemed to be mauling anyone who got near her. C’at shivered and looked at W’al with some fear. “Umm… Excuse me sir… What will they do about all that? Will they be safe?”
He had to get over his fears. He truly did but it was too worrying to think that Deretsoth might be in the same group as a red who was mauling other candidates and dragonets. What if she decided to try and turn on his dragon? With an unsure hand, he reached out for his dragon… His brown. Deretsoth looked at him thoughtfully but did not move away. Finally, the Weyrling touched his dragon. It was strange to think that this was his brown but no doubt he would get used to the idea. You need not worry, one of those who was harmed is now coming off the sands with my brother. See, she has a dragon now and is no doubt very happy about that.
The brown dragonet wasn’t necessarily as affectionate as other dragons but C’at could feel the love flowing through their bond and as he turned to look at Rennin, his mouth dropped open. She looked worse than he could have ever imagined and the horror showed on his face. There are three healers here. Look. They will care for her. She will be safe. Worry not…
Fel was watching the hatching from her place in the stands, eyes narrowed as she watched the little red. Still, even though she was small she would one day out grow her own Dhanuth. All Fel could think was how glad she was that she was not on the sands with them at this moment. If that had been her down there… Well she would have probably lost the chance to Impress ever considering her already bad leg. Since the fire it had been worse but it was always a little worse in winter. She will find Hers. Soon. I am sure of it.
The words from Dhanuth were reassuring and she looked up at the ridge where her black stood amongst the other dragons. Yes, as soon as the Red found her rider… Things would be better. If she did not find her rider then at least there would be someone there to stop her harming any more people.
If this had been fathered by myself, if Kalith had chosen me there would not be a red on the sands mauling people. No, they would not be there at all and the hatching would be so much better. As for Waroth… Well, he would clearly have all the best dragons in the world. What is more I suspect that red is confused. Hers must be amongst the girls yet she mauled the males first. Like mother, like daughter. Both are confused about who is better for them.
Sholth was still not up to flying but he had walked the short way to the rim of their Weyr to watch from above. Mostly, however, his information came from Awston as she watched the hatching from within the grounds. At this point, she did not disagree with him but hoped that he was joking about being chosen by Kalith and Waroth. Still, had he actually won either of those Flights it would have been a truly fascinating hatching.
The disgust from Agrippith was enough for Lirone to know that her orange didn’t approve the actions of the red on the sands. She knew exactly what the dragon was thinking and rolled her eyes a little at the thought Agrippith deigned tell her. My children would never act like this. Neroth was the most perfectly behaved gentleman ever. He was amazing, not like these creatures. Of course to the Queen Agrippith would never say this. Instead she would offer all kinds of compliments and shower her with praise because her daughters were clearly the best behaved of all reds. However, Agrippith did not like reds. Lirone knew she was unlikely to offer her compliments to Waroth.
Z'is stood worriedly looking at the candidates. One of their own had already walked off the sands but the other girl was still there. He would hate to think he had confirmed a Search only to have one of them killed. Devath had already excitedly told Hephaeth about the Impression of Ceserat but now eyes were on Dogarrel. He sincerely hoped she would Impress and with minimal damage. It would be the worst thing ever to see her harmed. That ith one of the wortht thingth. We had a red in my hatching, do you remember, she attacked so many of uth and then killed a copper. Although I do not mind Herath. I would have minded her thithter though, ethpethially becauthe she killed tho many of my thiblingth anyway.
Z'is was very much inclined to agree but there was no method to this madness. Herath had been trying to defend and protect her family... This was just utter chaos and he hated it. Still, he trusted that Kalith would step in if something too bad happened.
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Post by aikastarr on Mar 24, 2012 16:52:16 GMT -5
Odelle was frozen to the spot, afraid to turn her head to the mauled victims of the red. Her grayish-blue eyed were locked forward, unwilling – no, unable – to ensure that Rennin, Saia, and all the others that were now bleeding onto the golden sand were alright. She watched as a Cyan tumbled from her egg, shortly followed by a Blue. While both seemed to exude a sense of calmness, the Blue was obviously distressed about something. She watched as he shrunk for a bit, but then paced towards the Candidates, then stopped. He backtracked, looking for something. It was a surprisingly pretty rock. He was then coming back, making his way towards one of the fallen. Odelle swallowed hard and followed him with her eyes. The poor girl (Rennin, was it?) was terribly mauled, blood oozing from virtually every inch of her body. She turned away quickly, afraid that she might retch if she lingered any longer.
The sight of a small back head peering over the lip of a sand dune caught her attention. “What are you doing, little one?” she mused quietly, awaiting his reaction to any oncoming events. The red was suddenly center stage once again, charging at the little pink that had maintained her gaze for so long. Odelle gasped quietly, both in fear and in realization that she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. Murder in the dragonet’s eyes, she managed to pin her sister’s tail. The copper queen roared, but couldn’t do anything.
Well, more of didn’t do anything, for that sneaky black had rushed to the scene and kicked his raging sister in the face. Now that took some guts. The Candidate didn’t notice that she had given the black dragonet an approving nod. He was certainly brave and daring! She kept one eye on the proceeding rodeo as the little pink absconded and quickly Impressed to a girl that she faintly knew through lessons.
Her head turned at the sound of another Candidate felled by a dragonet. Her lips parted in a quiet oh shape at the hauntingly-familiar face. Kurosaki, he who had so many insecurities, but didn’t seem to want anybody to know. Although it was an abnormally morbid thought for her, she believed it was fitting that his fears be poured out in blood. But then another thud caught her attention. Ieco had been knocked down by a Pink she didn’t even know had hatched, but he didn’t seem to be in grave danger. Her first instinct was to move, to make sure the both of them were okay. But then another girl hurried by to support Kuro, and Ieco was back on his feet in short time. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to be with the pink, for she was soon out of her field of vision, probably off spinning circles in the sand. The green that had raked through Kurosaki was now glaring at all of the girls, judging them. She could feel the red-orange eyes boring into her back, sending chills up her spine. Unnoticed was the black hatching and Impressing; all of her physical attention was on the black and the red, and all of her mental attention was on making sure she didn’t break under the green’s scrutiny.
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Emith was perched upon her ledge, watching as wave after wave of snow fell from above. Hers was currently in the baths, washing up after a vigorous schedule of shoveling the snow off of the ledge and out of her weyr. Whiting and Drahaus manned the bed, keeping it as warm as their bodies could keep it. Although Krysthanine loved the winter, she did not love it invading her personal heated haven. It was cold, it got everywhere, and when it melted it made the floor slippery. There was one point during the major blizzard that the grey rider nearly split her head open after slipping on some melted-and-refrozen snow trying to dismount Emith. To say the least, it was not fun.
When the humming began, the grey didn’t join the numbers. The afternoon blue and midnight black swaddled in the furs, however, did, adding a high-pitched harmony to the hatching dragon’s song. Snorting as a snowflake got sucked in with her inhale, she reached out to her bonded. Krysthanine, Kalith’s and Waroth’s eggs hatch. It is expectd of us to attend, [/color] she relayed, not moving from her position save for ruffling her wings to dislodge the layers of snow that quickly formed. Krys, hearing Emith’s call, was quick to leap out of the bath and to wrap herself tightly with a towel. Oh my, a Hatching! This is so exciting, don’t you think? she asked her bonded, dashing through the halls and leaving a trail of water. Does it really matter, Mine? It is a life-bringing event, nothing more. I can understand your excitement; you do not hatch from an egg, so it is only natural that you would be interested in the birthing methods of a different species. I, however, only feel obligated to go because I would risk Kalith or Waroth having my hide,[/color] the stoic dragon replied. Krys laughed quietly to herself while skidding and dashing into her weyr. It didn’t take long for Krysthanine to dress in a long-sleeved mauve sweater, thick pants, and even her riding jacket. Whiting, chittering worriedly, dashed for her hair, shivering on it. It was wet, and cold! With a sigh, she wrapped her fingers around his slim body and carried him over to her bed, wrapping him snugly into the furs. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” she cooed to the blue, who shivered lightly. “I need you to keep an eye on Drahaus so he doesn’t follow me out there. Last thing I need is for him to get snapped up by an angry momma.” The flitter cheeped quietly, understanding his mission. Tucking her hair into her jacket so that it wouldn’t outright freeze, she mounted Emith with a single leap. Are you sure you want to go, especially in this weather? It would be easier to stay,[/color] Emith asked. She wasn’t about to fly if it was unnecessary. Krys shook her head, sending a stray hair into the wind. No love, I’m sure. Let’s get going before it gets too bad. Emith gave a draconic sigh before launching herself off and winging towards the Sands. The place where she was sitting was quickly swallowed by the falling snow. By the time the pair entered the warm haven of the hatching sands, the hatching was already well underway. A quick scan showed that they (thankfully) missed a good deal of bloodshed, with the one major incident already successfully Impressed and off the Sands. Four had already Impressed, but there were still many to be hatched. A familiar dull-blue dragon caught her sights, however, and with a quick mental request, had Emith delicately landing near Hephaeth. Krys dismounted quickly and peeled away her unneeded layers and rolled up her sweater’s sleeves, striding over to Z’is. She gently clapped him on the shoulder, hoping not to startle him too badly. “Hey Z’is, been a while! Sorry for being late to the occasion, but you know, what with the snow,” she greeted. “What’d I miss?Emith settled herself down a respectable distance from Hephaeth, her smaller frame easily shadowed by his larger build. She nodded in greeting, eyes whirling an icy blue. Greetings, Hephaeth. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,[/color] she said, inclining her head to the other dragons that were nearby. It wasn’t that she didn’t know them, it was more that she didn’t know them by heart, and honestly didn’t care to find out at the current moment. Interesting how we get here after the bloodshed. I guess it was for the best; wouldn’t want Mine to have an upset.[/color] <OoC: Tag Boo!>[/center][/size]
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