Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 22, 2011 23:09:33 GMT -5
Blind spot indeed. Unfortunately for Pettahth, Whuyth was no young, inexperienced creature to be taken by such an easy trick. It was the blast of cold from Between that warned him, even before the mindspeech, with Whuyth ignored. Instead, he was focusing on twisting away, taking a glancing scratch to his side that sliced through the strap that looped down around his ribcage, but not the one that looped around his neck. A'en was not as secure as he had been, and Pettahth's claw had caught his calf, but he wasn't unseated, and strong thigh muscles would keep him aboard. Not in range of a return swipe, Whuyth tried anyway before winking Between again in an attempt to freeze the wound, to keep it from bleeding too badly. Of course, if Pettahth didn't pull up - and what chance did a half-starved dragon really have of pulling up from a dive like that? - he'd plow straight into Ismaroth, and Ylonth's final flame. Reappearing quite a ways from the main action, Whuyth trumpeted and called, Kairodeth's wing! Disengage, regroup behind me. In formation. Coordinates coming... now![/i] And then he waited. Hopefully Kairodeth, too, would make it out alright. A'en could see the glimmer of Kairodeth's hide, but the action was too fast for him to tell what had happened. At least Romeoth and K'ian, and some of theirs, had begun to appear. Gesturing at K'ian with the handsignals Weyrleaders and their Seconds used - occasionally faster than dragonspeak, especially when Browns had to speak to Bronzes - A'en directed K'ian's wing to form up to their left. Time to see who had pulled through. -- Jagjith's landing was stumbling at best, and he dropped T'mund quickly, hunching his wings down over his rider. Taith. Mine has made enough mistakes for today. For both of our safety, I request that you return to your Wing,[/i] the Brown asked, voice tight with pain. Azrath's flame reinforced his message, of course. And then Azrath was keening, and Jagjith raised his voice as well, not just for Ildyth for also for Ylonth, who had joined the first blue shortly thereafter. Then T'mund finally managed to pull himself aboard, Azrath gave them coordinates, and the pair went Between, back to Burimyu. -- ((actually Serissa is just passed out on Piwoth's back, so we'll leave her at that ))
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 24, 2011 18:50:18 GMT -5
There was no time for Viaqueth to take any kind of pride in the contact he made with Onyth... not that he was too sure that he would even display any if there was. Well at least nothing beyond a strange upturn of the lips to signify a smile. It couldn't last for long anyway, they seemed to have done little more than traded ichor as he felt her retaliation fresh in the fissures that she left behind. Hissing as he was he probably made a bigger show of the ordeal than it was. What was another set of scars to add to those already faded into obscurity? No, these open wounds that sat atop his lower back wouldn't hurt nearly as bad as the blast of flame that was tossed their way. Without the chance to between C'zan was left open to the fire, but at the last moment shielded somewhat by Viaqueth's wing.
That might have mere chance... his wings were always moving after all, but regardless the fire licked up over the edge of the turquoise sails to hit the rider with a huff before being lost to the wind. C'zan made a gutteral growl as he urged the dragon between. When they emerged, he still felt the burn on his exposed skin, the phantom pains he shared with his bonded, and the smell of his riding leathers scorched to a deeper darker black. If that was even possible. Of course, there was a desire for revenge... it ran through both members of the pair mixing with adrenaline to create the perfect sort of numbness against what would otherwise be blinding pain. Testing his wings again, Viaqueth beat towards their target only to have to pause and between again out to higher altitudes. They were called back by the commands of Kairodeth, and forced to wait.... such a horrible thing to do to someone like C'zan. He and his dragons were like sharks, they had to keep swimming.
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K'sel's stomach was currently residing somewhere in the region of his larynx as his dragon made the daredevil drop along Whuyth's side, making the wide-mouthed, canine bearing, chest beating, hollar inaudible to just about everyone but himself. He could hardly do as much as exhale with the mess of organs clogging up his throat, much less scream his morbid joy at Pettahth's tag on the larger brown. Not that this was important. What was important was the fact that they, in avoidance of the Wastelander's aimless swipe, were left on a collision course not only with the very dragonpair they had come to assist, but a flute of dying flame - the legacy left by Ylonth. It was plain to see then that some of Whuyth and his rider's suspicions were true: little dragons with their ribs showing made for poor marathon runners.
It was mostly luck that saved them this time, it turned out that despite all of K'sel's misfortunes in life, the brown he Impressed was quite auspicious and with what strength he did have left the sandy dragon fought against the rushing wind to flare out his wings and parachute on whatever updrafts fortune could provide. It wasn't a full stop they were aiming for, and slowing did leave the dragon victim to some flame, but it was enough of a stall to give Ismaroth a warning Incoming! to get out of the way. In his own estimation, taking the burn there along his left side was far preferable to getting tangled in a mess of wings and claws with his kindred.
It's not so bad, just barely bit ya...and I think I still have my eyebrows.... have the coordinates from Isma? There was the worry, nay, absolute fear of course that the image never made it to the dragon before Legatus made their escape... which made for the horrifying option of gallivanting off to the only other safe place they could fathom - the meadow to which they first escaped - where they would be left to attempt the task of not only hiding but patching up charred hide on the fly. Luckily, this would not be their fate. Yes. Off we go...
And just like that the pair vanished with the rest of them to parts unknown.
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Aug 28, 2011 18:30:26 GMT -5
As Ylonth fell away from him Kairodeth arched his neck crooning at the taste of blood in his mouth. Whirling crimson eyes tracked the progress of the falling blue pair, a surge of pleasure racing across the link and into R’kel. They are not long for this world. Ismaroth next. With those words from his bonded the large bronze turned his head and snapped his wigs shut, angling in a dive that would bring his talons slashing straight into the two collision course browns should he connect. He timed the dive just as Whuyth blinked between but aborted as soon as he witnessed the two enemy browns disappear as well. An angry roar ripped from his throat as he banked and surveyed the air around him.
Snarling the bronze whipped his great head back and forth only to fail to find a sign of the enemy. R’kel laid a calming hand on his dragon’s neck. Easy Kairo. It seemed that the exiles had retreated. They had taken heavy damage and lost one of their own however. He could content himself that H’nes should at the very least be happy with that. Though it would have been much better if he had managed to wipe them off the face of Pern as he had intended. Mentally redirecting his bronze back to his gathering wing, he signed a few orders to both K’ian and A’en. Trusting the two to keep the wing in formation and log any injuries the bronzer directed Kairodeth to descend for the caravan. Someone had to do something about the now tithe less and no doubt terrified holders.
Couldn’t head home till they made sure the exile presence was truly gone and the mess cleaned up as much as was possible. One day Burimyu wouldn’t get so lucky.
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As Onyth shot through the air for another attempt at Viaqueth, coordinates and an order from Ismaroth were pressed into her mind. As tempting as it was to ignore them and go for the ichor she so craved the dark female twisted midair to abort her maneuver with an unhappy hiss. Passing the coordinates and order back to her bonded the greenpair made sure Ioth was clear before they blinked between themselves.
Emerging into the hot air of the desert Onyth steadied her wings and slipped into a thermal, whirling eyes regarding the others of her wing with some concern. They had lost Ylonth she knew. The worst injuries besides that seemed to belong to Ismaroth. Elysia too glanced briefly at her wingmates before stroking the dark hide beneath her. How bad did he get you love? Letting the hot air buoy her for a few moments longer the scarred green responded calmly to her bonded. Not bad. Just a surface wound. Perhaps another scar to add but nothing to worry about. Glancing at Ismaroth as the brown betweened again the benden woman sent back a mental nod. Something she could treat herself then to take at least one dragon off of E’rro’s hands.
Good job love. Alright back home then. A pleased croon left Onyth’s throat before she accepted the coordinates and the pair blinked between back to Burimyu.
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Plot End~ <3
(A big thank you to you all for keeping up so well with this plot! You all made me proud ^^ I hope you all had as much fun with this as I did <3)
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