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Post by tarra on Jul 14, 2010 10:04:52 GMT -5
Ysaloth flew with the careful wingbeats of one who carried a heavy burden, his pumping sails sluggish but strong as he drove on through the cold night air towards the eastern side of the cliffs. His paws remained clasped gently though firmly around the prone form between his talons, which had been placed carefully to avoid lacerating Erilena further. It was not the first time the small brown was carrying wounded from a battle, and his flight remained steady even as Feyrianth shrieked threats and made to feint at him from the side. His reply was simple.
Weyrling, if you distract or hurt me you'll only cause more harm to her. Stay clear.
He was no longer heading towards the rider weyrs as earlier intended. At some moment during their abrupt turn away from the battle a decision had been made, and the pale-hued dragon was now making for the Infirmary. There was no point in taking the wounded girl to the weyrs when a flight could take her straight to where the healers were instead. Ar'ren leaned across his dragon's side, clasping the neckspines for balance as he cast a worried glance at the figure in his dragon's paws. The brown returned his concern with a pulse of assurance.
We will take her there in time, Mine. We have carried people with worst injuries who survived.
Yes, but they weren't weyrlings, he murmured unhappily. Or Selenitas-born riders for that matter. However the southern Weyr might gird itself for conflict, it remained still a product more of peace than war, its riders largely unexposed to the rigours that came of skirmish after skirmish, with death the only certain fact in life. Far below the rushing river was a turmult of silver and gray, its roar clearly audible in the chill winds above it. The East Drumtower passed on their left as they overflew the waterfalls, and even as the Main Hall loomed away to their right Ysaloth bespoke Feyrianth again.
Fly ahead, tell the healers to prepare.
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From the shadows another form watched, having been drawn from her nightly prowls by the commotion and the screams of creatures that resonated strangely within her, calling to her from some distant past now buried and all but forgotten. Flickers of starlight shifting through the foliage caught on a tawny and black patterned pelt, flashed off a frayed brown collar about the newcomer's neck.
Sereina paused at the edge of the shadows, yellow-orange eyes wide and nostrils flared as the scene of battle erupted before her. The largest, most powerful of the felines raised her head, sending a call through the forest that sent the yearling feline shuddering from head to tail with repressed emotion at the calls that echoed back at her. Instinct woke within that moment, and instinct guided her to snarl her own defiance of the whole situation: this was her territory, her feeding grounds, and she had been brought here by Katar too often to accept that these strangers could be allowed to kill with impunity and get away with it.
She came through the bushes like a rushing shadow, her target quite naturally the closest of the trespassing felines - the young male already under attack from Quintresk. Alone, the yearling feline would never have been able to face the wild male, but she had taken the brown wher immediately as a comrade, recognizing him from her ever-more-frequent nightly escapades from Katar's weyr. She chose her moment now and attacked from the male feline's back at an instant she could do so without crashing into Quintresk, tackling the feline's flanks from the side with a force that might throw him off-balance and leave him open to the wher's assault from the front. Instinctively she knew to target the base of his spine and did so, jaws ramming down at the weakest point of any animal's back - the section just above the flanks where there were no ribs to support the bone.
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Post by Requiem on Jul 15, 2010 3:57:04 GMT -5
The gold had apparently recovered herself by this point - after the initial shock of emotions and pain had washed over her - for the little creature was jumping up and down in a wholly undignified expression of her ire. Stupid winged uglies, stupid, stupid. Wings flared, flapping violently to add to her tantrum. You! Why you kind no brains? Fluff for brains, brains jiggle around skull, go bounce, she spat at Trilaranth. Dive no see, scratch no see, hurt nightbeast make Harperlove upset. Much stupid. Ashamed your kind, must be. Snip dragon Lao's, no more babies, much better. No more stupids. The gold stared at R'ven's thumb for a long moment, seriously considering gnawing it to the bone since it was attached to the hand of a dragonrider, but she refrained. Barely. Instead settling for huffing and rustling the wings on her back in a clear show of her continued aggravation.
Dmitri winced slightly. Yeaaah lovely. Dementia was raging. With a small huff, he plopped back on his rump, crossing his legs in front of him. Too many strains on his mind at once. Tch. Speaking of which...no. No, no and no. If a mind body could have been conjured to go and sit on his stupid wher, he would have done so. Dmisk's reply was calm enough, if a bit...strained. Eikask would need help. She couldn't even keep her feet. His mother had to matriarch to deal with. If the wildling helped Eikask, then that still left the last feline, who could help her sister - or the matriarch. His mother could not be attacked from two sides, could not be killed, or he was done, too. That was all well and good, the handler returned. Quite logical. However, he was forgetting one thing. How did he plan on stopping her?!
The male huffed softly, forcing himself up, the shredded hind raised carefully above the ground while he ignored the rest of his wounds and the ichor pumping sluggishly down his sides. Yes, a spot of trouble, he responded belatedly, a ripple of what might very well have been dark amusement behind the thought. She could concentrate on the one in front of her; he'd watch her back. It never once occurred to Dmisk to apologize to his dam for getting her into this. She'd chosen that action all her own. The male's head lowered, eyes slitting balefully at the feline who hadn't gone down in Eikask's mad tumble. Clutchsister. If her hide was marred he'd be most displeased. It was for the males who could manage a run without somersaulting to put their necks on the line, not the baby-makers.
One of these nights she'd realize that her value lay in her womb, and accept that this was the reason - the sole reason - that she was of most importance.
No such thoughts voiced to his clutchsister. Merely a warning. On your feet, sister, she moves to pin. His attention shifted to the wildling. Protect the clumsy gold, he commanded privately. His forelegs spread slightly, keeping his body in the path that the two felines would have to take to reach his dam. It was really about all he could do to help.
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Post by Rei on Jul 15, 2010 21:07:46 GMT -5
Feyrianth coiled around Ysaloth but made no further moves against him. She noted his words at a distance and disregarded them an unimportant. Never would she harm or hinder him when he had hers. The green wasn’t that stupid. The move had been a feint and nothing more. A visible display of her anger and helplessness. Perhaps it had been rude and slightly nasty of her to react the way she had but the anger was still there and it had no release. Looping underneath the brown she keened and suddenly shot forward and away from him and her injured rider. It was completely in reaction to the sight of her rider’s blood staining the claws of the brown carrying her. Not his fault. But Erilena /was/ hurt and there was nothing the green could do. Feyrianth decided to remove herself from the sight to help keep herself calm and thus her rider calmer should she awaken.
They already know she is coming. I told them long ago and gave them at least an idea of her injuries based on what I feel through the bond. It is the best I can do. That was the simple reply the green gave to Ysaloth. I am trusting you to take care of her until she gets to the healers. /Only/ because I have no other choice. Do not disappoint. Banking Feyrianth glided towards the rider weyrs. The weyr she shared with Trilaranth was close enough to the infirmary. The four winged dragon could hang out in the dragon part of the infirmary, but it is likely the injured whers would be brought there. The green didn’t want to get in the way and she couldn’t see her bonded no matter where she was. Might as well be home where she was at least slightly comfortable.
Feyrianth angled towards the ledge just as Trilaranth brushed her mind with question. Back winging and carefully landing to miss his massive form, and of R’ven, she touched down on the stone ledge. Pale and trembling the dragon curled in on herself, eyes whirling in shades of grey. The whers are still fighting. Some of them are hurt. Maybe badly. Ysaloth has mine and they are almost to the infirmary. I can’t feel her anymore….she is still there but her mind is dark. I am frightened. The green’s words where slow and quiet as she answered the larger brown. A soft whimper leaving her throat even as she picked her head up to look out in the direction of the infirmary.
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The young yearling male shrieked in anger and confusion as something tiny clawed at his face, another annoyance snapping at his forelegs. Raising one massive paw he cuffed path out of the way sending her rolling into the undergrowth. Not stopping to view what damage had been done the canine, and totally ignoring Alph, he gave a guttural growl and crouched to spring on the tiny stick waving meat bag. Unfortunately for him Quintresk took that moment to hit him full force in the side. The force sent the two males tumbling, claws and jaws slashing out at his opponent in a fury born of desperation.
As the male feline was driven back he returned Quintresk’s attacks blow for blow. One against one, each trying to outdo the other. Somewhere midway between the combat another feline entered the fray, this one sinking her fangs into his spine. With a shriek of pain and rage the male turned to view and strike at the traitorous feline, only to find his throat in the jaws of the wher. There was time for one shriek of pain before the sound was cut off by the bloody froth bubbling from his windpipe. The male feline went limp and twitched once or twice, his eyes dimming even before the brown wher released him.
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The two sister felines sprinted in an all out run towards their sister and leader. Long legs ate up the ground, not a backwards glance spared for the wild wher straining to catch up to them. Attention was given however to the massive golden body suddenly slamming into one of the sisters. With a shriek she tumbled with Eikask. Quickly the feline regained her balance and turned the tumble into a controlled wrestling match. Claws dug deep into Eikask’s back in an attempt to pin the gold even as the female feline’s teeth strove to claim her throat. Wanted to play did this gold? Death would be hers. The other female had pulled up as the gold took her sister down. It quickly became apparent that her sister was embroiled in combat with the clumsy gold. A snarl ripped the night as the second of the sisters lashed out at Eikask as well. The quicker they killed this one the sooner they could help their leader.
However the second feline’s claws never met Eikask’s hide. Instead they bit into brown hide, the wild wher injecting himself into the combat suddenly upon catching up. The wild wher intentionally placed his body between the second feline and Eikask in a bid to protect the larger female. It was both a response to Dmisk’s request as well as instinctive desire to protect the gold. As the strike meant for the tame gold sunk into his hide, the tiger stripped wildling lunged forward slamming his weight into the feline’s chest and forcing her backwards. The female shrieked and clawed at the brown, trading blows with the wild male. The two each wresting for control as they slashed and feinted, tore and bled. The wild brown brushed Eikask’s and Dmisk’s mind in apology. He wouldn’t be able to help the tame gold until he took care of this one.
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The matriarch snarled as the gold leapt upon her back the two each wresting for control of the situation. As the wild wher leapt from her with a tail strike the massive female braced her legs to absorb the blow. Snarling her fury with bared canines, she advanced in a slow predatory stalk eyes radiating hatred. Talons raked the air as she shrieked her fury for all to hear. Her sisters had been kept form her. In the end it wouldn’t matter. This was a battle to the death and part of her was glad it would be a one on one match. Crouching the matriarch prepared herself for a final assault angry eyes fixing themselves on the pale gold in front of her. Scared? Who her? Never. Time to die ugly one.
With sudden determination and quickness the massive feline leapt forward in a pounce towards the gold. Her full weight was thrown into the tackle as her jaws sought the other female’s jugular. This was it. Whoever won this wrestling match would be the victor. Everything was put into this last assault and only one would come from the fray alive. The matriarch’s claws bit deep and raked at what she could reach even as her jaws strove for the life blood that would ultimately end the battle. Only one would come out alive and the feline was determined it be her.
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Post by rii on Jul 15, 2010 21:56:29 GMT -5
The feline may have been a creature driven by fury, but Quintresk was nothing but calm calculation. Like any wild wher he possessed a dislike for felines. Hatred was too strong of an emotion, and Quintrek didn't do anything more than acknowledge extremes of emotions any sort of level. It was duty and instinct to kill these creatures invading in on their (Dmisk's and his) territory. The brown nimbly ducked and weaved, deflecting and lessening the blows to his body while striking back with an equal, minimal success. At he needed was an opening. One opportunity to seize. Quintresk didn't register Sereina's aid. Only saw the opening to spring forward, jaws clamping on the underside of the male feline's neck. A powerful crush followed with a jerk of his head collapsed the creatures windpipe and ripped open the artery. The dying form barely loosened from his jaws before Quintresk sprang forward at the female feline – Sereina. She didn't seem to anticipate his attack. Her mistake. Not his. Engaged a very real and active conflict with a pack of felines the brown wasn't going to pause to determine between felines. He was a full blooded wild wher, filled with a battle lust (calm and collected as he was) and facing a creature that instinct (for as long as whers and felines existed) recognized as a mortal enemy, she was no ally to him. His claws sought out her shoulder as he swung around to the side. The other dual-clawed limb swiped downward at Sereina's face, moving to draw the female's head down because he followed the attack by attempting to clamp his jaws down on the back of her neck. _____ Neither R'ven nor Trilaranth paid any mind to the raging gold salamandyr in his palm. As long as she was there and had the energy to spew forth her ire – it meant Dmitri was alright.. right? Trilaranth shifted to the side, rumbling disquietly as he moved back over to lightly drape himself over the trembling green. She's fainted, Feymine. He knew this, because it is what His reasoned. There was no reason for Trilaranth to question it, thus is confident, soothing words. Calmly the brown nuzzled the side of Feyrianth's head. Mine is already on his way to be there with yours. He says for you to be strong, Lenayours needs you to be strong.Indeed R'ven was already out the door. Dementia deposited on his shoulder as he made the short trip down the halls to the infirmary. One of the reason Erilena had reasoned to moving in with him was so she didn't have to cross the bridges at night (it was silly, but he accepted it all the same). The strong impulse to get to the ledge to find Erilena was there, but R'ven had worked with the infirmary people before – electing to step aside up on entering and staying out of the way until things had calmed. Stone faced he watched; if he could just learn the extent of her injuries..
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Post by Avu on Jul 18, 2010 18:39:04 GMT -5
Her goldchild? The flash of bright, pale gold out of the corner of her eye would’ve made the wild queen turn at any other time. She wasn’t fond of her gold daughter, if her protectiveness of her other hatchlings could even be called that; another gold was competition, even Bonded to a weak two-legged creature as she was. But ultimately, she was still pleased that she was, at the moment, alive. Although if she wasn’t careful that could very well end sometime in the next few minutes. The wild gold lowered her head further, instinctively seeking to guard her neck and underbelly, rasped a low growl again.
She met the feline’s charge head-on, twisting sideways and pushing forward hard to keep the battle away from Dmisk while still being close enough to present a challenge if any of the felines tried to go for him – not exactly an easy task, especially when coping with the business end of a feline’s claws and teeth. Her own jaws snapped, talons raking down the other’s sides again, the gold hissing as claws raked down her hide and drew ichor. She arched her back, shoulder taking a bite intended for her throat, and whipped her own head around quickly, lower jaw clipping across the feline’s temple.
Her wings flashed forwards to protect her throat a second time, the membrane shredding beneath teeth, and the gold lunged hard then, her weight managing to knock the matriarch off balance enough for her to slash out with talons, feeling fur and flesh rip. The blow had caught the feline across the eye, blinding her on one side – with blood, at the least, if not something far more permanent. She didn’t wait to find out which, teeth clamping down on the tender throat and locking, eyes closing against the pain of the feline’s claws ripping at her hide in the final death throes.
Disentangling herself after the feline’s eyes glazed, the gold wher slunk back to Dmisk’s side, forcing herself to move through the pain of ripped flesh, shredded membrane. Her shoulders had taken the worst of it, where she’d deflected the attempts at her throat, where the matriarch’s claws had grasped and dragged. Would have to find a numbweed plant. Later.
Her gaze narrowed on Dmisk, the brush of her mind light. The two-legged creatures knew the healing arts, some of them. Could they be called?
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Post by tarra on Jul 18, 2010 21:09:05 GMT -5
Ysaloth made no reply to the agitated green, his whole attention now on swinging his wings through as much space as possible but with the minimum of motion to jostle his delicate burden. She was young and terrified at what had happened to her rider, and he understood enough that he took no offense at her posturing and angry mental threats. That she had informed the healers already was good enough for him; indeed, he hoped as much as she did that he would not disappoint. To do so might mean the life of her rider, which was the last thing anyone wanted.
Feyrianth's sudden keen made Ar'ren jump. He watched as the four-winged green shot away towards the weyrs, and only Ysaloth's mindvoice stilled the turmult within him, She did not die, Mine. I still feel breath in my talons.
Let's try to keep it that way then, he replied grimly as the cliff walls and the landing ledge of the Infirmary finally loomed before them. The healers were waiting as promised, at least 3 or 4 of them despite the sudden notice. The small brown chose an empty spot and made his landing with delicate precision, flapping wings beating up a storm of dust as he strove to keep the moment his hind feet touched ground a minimal impact, then lowering the young woman onto the ground and releasing her as softly as he might.
He whirled away as soon as he could do so, twisting and falling away from the ledge before catching himself into a glide above the river's gushing surface. The maneuver ensured he got out without hitting or further hindering the girl he had left for the healers, leaving them space to work. Ar'ren wrapped his arms around the neckspine before him and clamped his legs tight around his dragon's midriff, retaining his balance and hold as the brown righted himself in mid-air. They flapped upwards, gaining height again until they overflew the ledge again and watched as the healers took Erilena in. The task done, they began back towards the Feeding Grounds. Ysaloth reached for Feyrianth's mind as they flew.
She is with the healers now, his mindvoice was calming, soothing, They will take care of her.
It was all he said before the brownpair betweened, reappearing above the Feeding Grounds once more.
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The yearling feline felt her foe's death through her teeth and claws, and releasing his dying body she pulled back with a yowling call of triumph. But the elation was short-lived as the brown wher she had thought her comrade dropped the carcass and lunged - straight at her. Caught by surprise, Sereina felt the prick of claws at her shoulder before reflexscreamed through her stunned muscles, forcing them into evasion. She ducked her head low even as claws came for it, low enough to go right beneath Quintresk's paw as she spun away from the enclosing talons of the wher, his jaws missing her head by bare inches. She scrambled back, fangs bared and nostrils flared, eyes wide in shock and betrayal as she stared back at the wher that had just tried to kill her.
With a final scream of confusion the young feline whirled and plunged away into the forest. She would run long and far beneath the trees before her steps eventually took her back to the relative safety of Katar's weyr and all she had ever known - but never again would she return to the existence she had once belonged to.
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Post by Ember on Jul 19, 2010 13:06:29 GMT -5
Eikask was arrogant but not foolish. She knew better than any of the others that she was in trouble if both felines attacked her at once. Did it worry her overly much? Not really. She was a gold and the most important one in the weyr. Her whers would help her. She was proven right when the wild brown took on the second feline, brushing her mind apologetically. She brushed his mind in praise. Such a good brownling he was. It was as close to grateful that she would project. Dmisk’s warning went without response. That was obvious, thank you. Hard to get to her feet when the damn feline wanted to cling to her though.
Sharp claws dug into her back and Eikask hissed in pain and anger. Her fighting style was about as graceful as her running was. She countered the fangs aimed at her throat by latching onto the felines nose. Try biting her throat now! She put as much force into her bit as possible despite the pain inflicted by the feline. She let the feline do the holding on while she used her own claws to slash at the feline’s belly. The gold was not a fighter by nature, that much was clear. She was built thin and whippy, her length packed with wiry muscle. Not the strongest of whers.
She had the wild blood in her though. She was vicious in her attack and gifted with a fairly high intelligence. Her quick tail whipped at any part of the feline she could reach. She’d make this feline pay for thinking it could take her and for attacking her weyr, her whers, and her Dmisk (never mind that this one hadn’t done the last). Awareness of one of the dragons in the sky made her growl around the feline nose in her jaws. She brushed its mind distastefully and gave it instructions. Sightless one. Go bring the healers here. A dragon who couldn’t see in the night was only good for transportation.
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Post by Rowana on Jul 19, 2010 16:26:44 GMT -5
"PATH!" Nabrik's shriek was pure terror. His poor little canine barely had time to yip before she was sent flying. She hit the ground hard with a horrible crack and stopped moving. Was she dead? Nabrik felt tears coming. He didn't want to cry. Older boys didn't cry. It hardly matter to him now, though. If anything happened to Path it would be all his fault. He should have been more careful. He should have been looking out for her.
Nabrik howled in anger and swung his stick hard at the feline's face. If he'd been a touch smarter, he would have realize it was useless. It looked ready to eat him alive. Thankfully, something else was smarter. The creature that came to the boy's rescue was so dark in color it was hard to make out. It looked like a dragon, only shorter. Did dragons come that small? Nabrik's mind was too muddled and upset to make the connection right away.
Then he saw it clearly. This was a watch-wher, one of the creatures he'd just seen from a distance. It was sure making quick work of the feline. Another feline was coming too, but by then Nabrik had scurried over to Path. Alph leaped free of the male attacker as he fell and landed on his shoulder. He nuzzle the boy's neck. Alph thanks muchly, he told Quintresk gratefully. He would bring the wher a present later, once he could find something good enough.
Nabrik touched Path gently and almost cried with relief. She was still breathing. If she'd struck the tree it would be a different story, but she'd landed on the grass. One of her back legs looked odd, so it was probably broken. She was alive, though, and Nabrik could hardly care about the rest. "Shhh, Path," he whispered. "I've got you." He needed to find a healer. They could fix her, right? Nabrik wrapped the canine in his blanket and lifted her as carefully as he could. He needed help and he didn't really care about anything else just then.
The other feline had left and the fighting right here and stopped for a moment. Nabrik couldn't tell if the rest of the felines were gone, but hopefully they were too busy to come after him now. "Thanks," he told the brown wher fervently. "You alright?" Did whers talk like dragons too? He didn't know much about them, except they lived at night and didn't fly. He looked alright and Nabrik didn't really want to hang around, but he had to be sure. It would be awful if the wher was badly hurt saving him.
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Post by Requiem on Jul 22, 2010 6:42:23 GMT -5
Dmisk's head dropped, the male allowing his weariness to show despite stubbornly keeping to his feet. Lying down in the midst of a fight simply wasn't about to happen. It wasn't even pride; should any come this way again, he would not be so vulnerable as that. He did not ask his dam to help more than she already had. Her choice, to come, and she'd taken enough punishment for them already. For him, actually. He could scent the dead and wounded, and knew that Quintresk was free again and should be over to help with the remaining two soon enough. Eikask and the wildling would have to hold out until then.
He lifted his head slightly at her mental touch, the reply matter-of-fact: they could and they would...but not before the last of the felines was killed. Not if they were smart. They'd help her feel better, too, if she wished it, he added. Another simple statement of fact. Her and the wildling both, though he didn't really expect either to accept that.
Well, you can inform them that unless they want a handful of nice soft meat to protect in addition to their current situation, they can bloody well wait or bring the wounded that can be carried here. How many times must we go over this? Healers do not deploy to forward positions until the area is secure. Then it's a stablization and transport operation. Uhh...which part of that was I supposed to relate again? Phremath questioned, tail sweeping anxiously. I'm not sending healers until there aren't any more pussies trying to eat their faces. Okay...done. Tempting as it is to send a few people I have no liking for... An understream of mental grumbling as the woman limped out onto the ledge, where at least one dragon had had the presence of mind to bring one of the hurt directly to the healers.
Erilena. Lovely. In a moment Kalierre was directing her placement, putting one of her night crew senior apprentices on the more minor injuries. Fortunately for the greenrider, it seemed that was all she had despite getting into a run-in with a feline. Kalierre was almost jealous.
Oh, and Phre? Call in any with at least a senior apprentice's level in dragonhealing from the day shift. We won't need them to bolster us for more than a candlemark, but we will need them.
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Post by Rei on Jul 25, 2010 12:26:08 GMT -5
Feyrianth didn’t move as Trilaranth moved to drape himself on her. His warm bulk was an immensely needed physical comfort and although her trembling did not cease it slowed. The green’s smaller body instinctively leaning against the larger one of the brown for support. Whirling eyes half lidded she gave a soft half hearted croon in response to the nuzzle, her tail wrapping about the large male’s in a physical anchor. Ven is right and I promise to try. Try she would because, although the darkness was frightening, she absolutely refused to let it claim.
Trilaranth’s attempts at comfort where very much appreciated and Feyrianth’s tongue lightly and almost absently caressed what she could reach of his neck in response. All she could do now was wait. Wait and remain calm. Lightly her mind brushed across R’ven’s in a silent thanks as she curled up with her brown weyrmate to wait for hers to awaken.
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With their leader dead the two remaining felines where now battling in desperation for a chance of fleeing and warning the rest of the pride who where safely waiting just outside the weyr’s boundaries for their return. With a resonating scream the female fighting the wild brown slashed at his eyes, causing him to duck in response. The strike hit the top of his head as he lunged suddenly forward, jaws finding purchase on the underside of the feline’s throat.
Locking his jaws the stripped wher held on even as, in desperation, the feline raked her claws repeatedly down his shoulders and back in an attempt to force him to dislodge. Thankfully the female’s strikes lost power as her life force started to fade. Keeping his eyes tightly lidded to protect them from any counter attack he brushed Eikask’s mind lightly with affection in response to her praise. This one was almost dead. After she faded into nothing he could join the gold if need be.
The feline fighting Eikask gave a muffled shriek of pain as the large wher’s jaws clamped over her face. In horror and anger the female’s front claws lashed forward finding a purchase of the gold’s muzzle as she struggled to remove the gold from her own face. Claws dug deep into the gold hide, hitting the bone of her opponent’s muzzle in places, although she couldn’t quite reach Eikask’s eyes as she had aimed for.
Thus locked the feline struggled to free herself even as the gold slashed at he underbelly causing enough damage to the soft tissue to be worrisome. Trapped the feline began a desperate fight even as her body started to succumb to the wounds at her belly. Finally slipping in her own blood the feline went down and had time for one final muffled cry as she realized her life was probably now forfeit.
Dropping his dead opponent the brown wildling limped over toward Eikask and crooned before turning towards the wild gold and Dmisk, tail twitching as he began to examine is own ichoring wounds. He would need to medicate himself soon before infection could set in. Shame it was so cold. Plants that he usually used where now bound to be in short supply. Snorting and licking the blood from around his maw he waited patiently, eyes uneasily going to the hovering dragon in the sky.
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Post by Avu on Jul 25, 2010 14:52:03 GMT -5
Of course. She’d forgotten that apparently the humanlings were invaluable to her children. The wild gold made no reply, scanning the clearing again briefly. The striped brown (one of hers – she was the undisputed queen of the wilds now, was she not?) had taken care of one of the last two remaining felines, and her gold daughter had the last at her mercy now. You didn’t lose your footing in a fight; it was almost always equal to defeat. The feline had missed that lesson, clearly, but no matter; her daughter would teach her…and if she couldn’t, the wild queen didn’t want to claim her anyway.
The offer for medical attention, though, was shrugged off. No, she would take care of herself. The wild gold twisted her head to apply a quick lick to the deepest laceration down her shoulder, and snorted quietly. She was done here. Her tail flicked, the gold stretching out her wings carefully, ichor dripping from thin veins that ran across the membrane. Take care of yourself, hatchlinghers, and give her greetings to his other siblings, yes? She would be back later to see how good their human healers were.
The gold’s pace as she headed for the jungle was a little restricted, almost a limp, not as graceful as it had been coming in, but still relatively steady. She brushed against the wild brown’s mind; once he was done here, he would join her to find numbweed, yes? Dangerous to travel alone when injured, and surely the other felines would not stray far from their matriarch. She would be returning in any case – she wished to see her babies, the ones that were not here (why were they not?) – if he wanted to return as well. It was just shy of an order; she wasn’t suicidal, after all.
She did not, however, linger long – she offered the brown a brief mental image of the river where she would be washing the feline blood and dirt from her wounds. He could join her there, and if he was too slow about it, she would leave him. His choice. Regardless – the Healers were for the ones with two-legged Bondeds, not for her.
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Post by rii on Jul 25, 2010 15:25:37 GMT -5
Quintresk didn't heed the childing's words, instead chasing after Sereina a short distance before it became clear she was fleeing deeper into the jungle. He could not waste time snapping after her tail when there were more pressing matters. The dark wher slipped back through the shadows, traversing over the fallen trees and plant life to make his way to the center stage.. arriving just as the curtain fell on the final act.
Silently he looked over the whers present, padding alongside his pale brother to dip his head and lightly touch his snout against an uninjured portion of Dmisk's shoulder. He licked away a trail of ichor before lifting his head to regard the others. Healers would be coming for his brother and.. silly gold sister. He didn't like that she was there risking her life – but perhaps it had done well in the end to finish off the felines.
The wild brown was given a touch of approval for all the help before Quintresk's attention finally settled on his dam. Had not forgotten her, if only because Dmisk and himself had been discussing her in the past. She did not speak to him, nor he to her, but when the wild gold began to leave.. Quintresk moved to follow her. The dark wher had more in common with the wild whers than he did the ones at the weyr (dmisk aside). He accepted her rule over Eikask's – no wonder, with his sister gold shunning him, and he dismissing her as little more than a tool to be used.
Had to make sure the wild gold was going to be alright..
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Post by Ember on Jul 25, 2010 21:01:46 GMT -5
The wild brown's mental brush went unheeded in her struggle with the feline. She wouldn't have accepted his offer of help anyways. This one was hers to kill alone. Though not glad her blue was injured, she was glad that Dmisk wouldn't be interfering. He and Quintresk had been much too...something. She couldn't quite grasp it. Either way, she didn't like their attitudes towards her of late. They'd placed her at the top as she ought to be and yet she did nothing. It frustrated the gold.
The feline's shriek satisfied Eikask but it was short lived. Claws met her face and she tilted it back to try and avoid losing her eyes. The heavy lids also closed and she worked through heat patterns as best as possible, though it was hard at close range. She was determined to hold onto the feline with her jaw until sharp claws evetually pierced deeper and she let go of the feline with a screech of rage and pain. The gold pulled painfully away from the claws and opened her eyes. Ichor ran down from her muzzle and she snorted some out of her nostrils.
Just as she tore away the gold's opponent fell and she went mercilessly for the feline's throat. She didn't wait for the feline to die of suffocation but tore at her throat instead. She had no time to waste on the feline anymore. When she was certain it was dead Eikask snorted more ichor from her nose (not internal ichoring, just what was from her facial wounds) before looking towards the wild brown. She moved towards him, the scratches on her back pulling painfully. He'd done well helping her whers. A strong brown could be rewarded. She gently licked at one of his wounds before moving away from him. She left him a parting though. He oughtn't linger long. A wild wher might well be attacked by the humans. Only the wher-bonded were any sort intelligent.
The gold didn't approach her gold mother, who was evidently leaving since the action was over. She didn't even approach Dmisk. She was too hurt to bother trying to be pleasant. Instead she moved away from the carnage a little bit and laid down quite ungracefully. It was only logical to sacrifice some grace for comfort in the situation. As she let go of some of the mind blocks she'd been holding up she realized how concerned he was. Oh, she'd locked him out too dor his own safety. She let his warm thoughts wrap around her mind and she sensed him set aside his work to come for her.
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