Blood and Guts! Glomp Glomp! (Tag Dee and Momo)

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"You're going to get fat if you keep eating like this." Sighing as she rocked herself quietly in her rocker, Gina looked to the yellowy Green that took up residence on their weyrledge. A Queen must eat to retain her strength. If she is weak, then no one respects her! You know what I told you about telling people you're a Gold? I do not like the idea of lying to people! I am a Gold, not a mere Green. Tapping her temple with a knitting needle, the Greenrider let out another, deeper sigh. This delusion of her Dragon's had not gone away, nor had it lessened in intensity, in fact it was as strong if not stronger than ever. Dasmonth had been getting into scuffles recently, which had meant many trips to the Dragonhealers. And Gina was seriously starting to wonder if she could deal with her illusioned Dragon, not that she had any choice in the matter anyways. "Maybe I should go see a mindhealer." WELL? Are you ready yet lazy human?

Rolling her excess string and sticking the needles she held into the basket of yarn by her feet, the Greenrider paced over to the Weyrledge, grabbing her flight jacket off its peg on the way. Shrugging it on, Gina habitually freed her hair from the back of her jacket before adjusting the material on her body. Having little time because of the impatience flowing over their bond, she didn't have the chance to braid her hair, at least it was a short hop to the feeding grounds. Unhooking the flight leathers from their peg, Gina lugged them out to her mammoth Dragon. Why did she have to get such with the extraordinarily large Green with a weird condition? Not to get her wrong, she loved Dasmonth as if she were everything, but the female tired her out on a daily basis. Demanding everything all the time.

Buckling all of the different straps together, Gina did her best to harness Dasmonth quickly. The Green got snappy when she was hungry. Buttoning her jacket up over her snowy blouse, the young Rider leapt up onto Dasmonth's leg before pulling herself up into her seat. She clipped in and let her Green know she was good to go, and with that she felt the air whip back her hair a few moments later. Visualizing the feeding grounds and sharing it with Dasmonth, Gina made a noise as they slipped between. The same noise echoed a second later over the Grounds themselves. She really hated the Void. Pawing at the ice that had formed in her hair, the Greenrider did her best to shake them free while battling the wind. It was probably better to wait until they were on solid ground again.

Alighting on one of the closer hills outside the large fenced off area, Gina dismounted and removed the flight leathers, patting her beast on the shoulder before waving her off. Dropping the leathers on the ground, then thinking better of it and hanging them on a low branch of a nearby tree, the Greenrider sat down with a thump. Turning her gaze upon her Green just in time to see her brutally rip into a particularly fat and loud bovine.

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Shining, blood-spattered bronze hide clashed with the dark brown-red of a beast's fur. Ripping and tearing and gulping down blobs of meat all too big to comfortably fit down the maw, it was a gorgefest of epic proportions! Chew chew, bit, rend, tear, flail. Splash splash in the blood and the mud. There couldn't be any happier times!! Now could there?

Are you done yet? Frosstyth asked, impatiently, of Storm, who was hogging his kill. The brown couldn't eat it until Storm finished and got out of the way ... or Storm might end up eaten, too. You know, technically, this is my kill. Yet little brother seems to be glorifying in it as if it was the biggest and best kill he's ever made. Frosstyth commented to C'oar, before heaving a big, draconic sigh and resting his chin upon crossed forelegs, staring balefully at the bronze dot playing in his dinner.

"And no Queen in sight." C'oar commented. It came out sounding quite dull and dissappointed, but in reality, C'oar was picking on his dragon. Letting a flitter steal his whole catch! What kind of dragon was he, anyway? Granted, C'oar was grateful that Frosstyth was tolerating his pet, and not eating him ... but at the same time he couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious. Standing under a tree at the edge of the grounds, C'oar stood with his thick arms crossed over his chest, watching from afar. He wasn't venturing onto the grounds, oh no. Chances were too high that a certain bronze dragon would think him a herd beast and pounce on him. C'oar's attention was stolen from the hilarity of his bondeds when a golden-colored green turned up and started viciously attacking and devouring beasts as if they were free.

"Wow." He commented, as Frosstyth also lifted his head and turned it to watch. Looking for who rode such a creature, C'oar swept the edges of the grounds with his gaze ... just in time to see someone hanging up thier leathers. Just prior to plopping down on the ground. C'oar couldn't tell who it was, even though it was doubtful he knew them in the first place. Even after being at the Weyr some two and a half turns, he still knew by sight a remarkably few handful of people! Most of which had mysteriously vanished of late. No alarms had been sounded, so he figured they hadn't actually vanished after all ... he just wasn't seeing them for whatever reason.

Having nothing better to do, C'oar adjusted how his sword was hanging across his back to stop it from digging into his shoulder, and then started in that direction. Might as well go see who it was, and find out something about them. Either they would detest his presumption of wandering over, or they wouldn't care, or they'd be delighted. C'oar didn't know which would be better. But at least he'd have a new name and face to add to his pathetically small repetouir. "Hello." He greeted. "Is she always that vicious an eater?" C'oar asked.

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Crossing her legs Gina began to separate her hair into sections, finally getting the chance to braid it back out of her face. Although she normally preferred it down, there was on occasion the days that the Greenrider really liked how it looked up. Removing the red ribbon from around her wrist (after putting her hair tie into her mouth), she tied the top of the separated sections together before weaving her hair and the ribbon into a braid. She was about half-way done when the sound of someone approaching disturbed her rhythm, because it forced her to look to the side. Gina had been extremely cautious ever since the last attack, making sure to observe and look around a lot more. She might not be as fast or skilled as Saraina, but she was plenty observant. Then again, she probably didn't have much to worry about, she had seen another Dragon out in the fields when they had arrived. A Brown.

As the Rider crested the ridge or at least when his head did, the Greenrider went back to braiding her hair. Glancing up as the young man, C'oar if she remembered correctly, she offered him a smile as he greeted her. She would normally have responded, but unlike some of her friends, she thought talking with something in her mouth was rude. Finishing her braid by tying the excess ribbon in a knot around the end of her hair and then covering it with the hair tie, Gina quickly fixed her bangs before finally responding. "Sorry, and hello." From the looks of it they were about the same age, despite the difference in years of experience (dragon wise) between them. "Its mainly for show. She'll only take down as many as she wants to eat, but each one will be taken down viciously." Rocking to her feet, Gina dusted off her backside and then her hands before offering one to the other Rider. "I'm Gina of Dasmonth. Maybe you've heard about her through the Dragon channels. She's the Green that's convinced she's a Queen. Hence the show."

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C'oar watched with a little fascination as she simply sat there, silent, braiding her hair, tying it up. Why this fascinated him, he had no idea at all. Girls did that sort of thing normally, didn't they? Regardless, it was interesting to see her fingers skillfully manipulate the plaits of hair, guiding them to form into the shining woven strands that were the braids. Most fascinating ... and the result was quite pretty, too.

When she finished, then she spoke, answering him. C'oar just looked at her for a moment, before nodding. Some dragons seemed to be all eaten up on shows and displays, as if they had something to prove to the others. He knew about that ... Frosstyth was usually up to that. Convinced he was just as good as any bronze out there, he'd do everything with the greatest effect he could manage. Only stymied by, of all things, Storm. The flitter, an actual bronze, somehow had a knack for putting a kink in Frosstyth's pomp. And all without meaning to.

"Gina." He greeted, taking her offered hand. For a split second, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with it. But even as he was a somewhat out of the loop fellow, he wasn't completely uncultured. Bending over her hand, he dropped a kiss upon the back of it, before releasing her again. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm C'oar ..." He turned slightly, and gestured at his brown. "And that's Frosstyth."

He gestured at her slightly. "You do that really well ... looks nice." He complimented, awkwardly. He didn't even know her at all, so it was kind of strange, trying to say something and not come out all kinds of strange for it. Thankfully, he was not antisocial, so he had no problems there. He also had no problems talking to girls ... good thing, too, since he'd spent his entire candidacy and weyrlinghood hanging out with two of them.

He stood there for a moment, watching Dasmonth. "She thinks she's a Queen? Very odd." He commented. "In everything she does?"

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A bit surprised with the kiss on the back of her hand, for in truth she had expected to simpley shake the other's hand firmly, Gina was slow on the retracting of her hand. Clearing her throat slightly as she hooked her thumbs in the belt loops on her pants, the Greenrider flicked her blue eyes up from the ground and back onto the Brownrider. So, that was what his Dragon's name was. Frosstyth. Easy enough to remember, seeing how her cousin's own Brown was named Styth. She found the fact that the Browns had similar names rather amusing for some reason, mainly because she hadn't heard of one so close to that of her cousin's Brown. Startled from her revelie as C'oar complimented her braiding skills, the Greenrider gave him a toothy smile. "Well thanks. Years of practice pays off every so often. I had lots of little sisters back before I came to Selenitas, they always wanted their hair done up."

Turning to watch her Green when C'oar did, Gina rocked back lightly on her heels, nodding as he posed his questions. "Everything. She's convinced that because of her heighth, and yellowy coloration that she's really a Queen. I mean, I wouldn't blame her if she was younger. Being as tall as a large Blue might confuse a young Green, but she never grew out of it. And what, she's like three or three and a half turns now?" Planting a hand on her hip, the Greenrider sighed. "She is really frustrating sometimes. Especially when she gets me in trouble by agrivating other Dragons who refuse to play along." Which reminded her. "Speaking of, if your Dragon happens to adress her, you should probably give him a heads up. She normally won't do anything if her delusions are opposed, but after a feeding she can get agitated." And he saw how viciously she tore into her lunch, she didn't want another fight. Pocketing her hands, Gina shrugged slightly. "I doubt she'll do anything though. In fact, she'll actually ignore him unless he speaks to her. Its part of her Queen thing. Thinking that Bronzes are only worth her time to actually adress. Its rather annoying when I'm trying to socialize with the Riders and my Dragon isn't playing nice."

Tapping the toe of her boot on the ground, the Greenrider cast C'oar an apologetic smile and focused on the ground again. "Sorry, I'm loading my troubles onto you." She laughed, trying to releave the pressure in her chest. She didn't deny she had problems with her Dragon, but she didn't like dumping them all on a new aquaintance. /Are you speaking to a Brown?/ Shut up and go back to eating. You might think you're a Queen, but I know that I'm a Green. She could almost see the huff that her Dasmonth almost certainly issued. A mindhealer was sounding more and more appealing...

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Frosstyth humphed, impatiently, watching more bits of his meal dissappearing into the little bronze that was hogging his catch. Apparently getting the idea, Storm chirped and flew away, with a grossly distended belly ... time to go sleep that off! Releived, Frosstyth shoved his bulk up off the ground, and pounced on his already dead meal. Chewing a chunk off it, he bit through bone and hide both to sever a bite sized peice off the ravaged carcass. He took a moment to chew it twice, before swallowing. The next bit he bothered to chew three times... he was really hungry, after all! And Storm had made him wait longer than he'd liked.

The flitter wobbled through the air all the way over to where C'oar had wandered to. Why had he wandered off in the first place? Silly human. Flopping down upon the smith's shoulder, Storm blew a sigh that told of an over full stomach, sprawling and sticking out his little tongue. Smacking his mouth, Storm curled his tail around C'oar's neck and settled in to try and sleep, after blinking his eyes at Gina a few times. Who was that?

"I'll let him know." C'oar mentioned, with a grateful nod. He didn't want to see a fight between the two dragons, either ... especially since he already knew that Frosstyth was not shy of such things. During the attack he'd done a good deal of fighting to try and keep the weyrling riders safe. The last thing he wanted was to have the burly brown get into it with someone who was not an enemy. Much less over delusions.

He glanced at her when she suddenly started appologizing, but shook his head, shrugging it off. "It's no bother." C'oar reassured her. "Not to mention it's good to let some of the stress off." He fell silent for a moment, before continuing. "She's still young yet. Maybe she'll grow out of it still. Or ... if not ... maybe there's something truely different about her? It is odd that she's got all that in line with her delusion. Larger size and color both. Are green-golds possible?" He mused. He'd never heard of one... but then he wasn't ever really aware of Weyr going ons until he'd been Searched a mere two Turns ago. There was a lot he still didn't know.

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"Green-Golds?" She was glad that such a thing didn't exist, otherwise she'd be neck deep in 'I told you so's' from her Dragon. "Other than her size and olivey coloring, she doesn't exert any commanding power and can't clutch so... yeah." Offering her own shrug, Gina rocked back onto her heels again before standing up straight once more. Being the shorter of the pair, she had to tilt her head upward slightly to look at C'oar's face. Although she was used to it by now, seeing that a most, if not a good amount of men at Selenitas were taller than her average five foot five stature. There were of course, a few exceptions, but more often than not she was always doomed to be the short one among her friends. "Oh, speaking of Dragons. Congratulations on Graduating, I remember how tough my Weyrlinghood was." Her class had also had to suffer through an attack from Benden, though she was mainly referring to the workload that she had to go through. Weyrlinghood was hard.

Letting her eyes drift from C'oar to his firelizard, she offered the Bronze a smile. She had her own Flitter, another Green who was definitely less of a nuisance than the full grown Dragon. In fact, her older flitt was almost no burden at all. Such a lovely self-Dependant Green. She must have been thinking too much about her, because a few seconds later Argyle appeared with a croon. Flapping over to alight on her shoulder, it was her favorite spot to land on, given the fact that she had a wonderful vantage point there. "Oh sorry lovely, I didn't mean to call you." Rubbing the flitter's chin like one would do with a feline, the Greenrider tucked her other hand into her pocket. "So, did you hear about people getting sick recently?" Gossip spread as fast as a wingbeat in a Weyr. "I hope its just the Flu... and not another round of poisonings. That was just horrible." She should know, she had been one of the many who had gotten sick because of the poison.

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C'oar thought about it a moment, and then nodded. "Silly idea." He agreed. "And thank Faranth it is only an idea, and not something worse ... like possible." shrugging, he paid no mind at all to Storm, who wobbled his way through that gesture, perched up on C'oar shoulder the way he was. C'oar turned his gaze upon the dragons for a moment as Frosstyth finished his beast and patiently waited for Dasmonth to finish what she was doing before he went to get himself a second helping. Meanwhile Storm noticed he was being watched, and tried to puff himself up a bit ... before he realized that hurt a bit due to his already overstuffed nature. Letting the air back out, he settled for preening his wings. Right up until Argyle turned up. Abandoning the preening, Storm crooned softly to the older green.

C'oar looked over at Gina again, and nodded. "Thanks. It was kinda awkward, graduating. At least, for me it was... I'm not used to such things... makes me glad I'll never have people looking at me like that again." Indeed, he much preferred being background noise, rather than in the forefront of any thing that might being going on. "I do have to admit, I suddenly do have more time on my hands than I used to. What with not attending lessons anymore." He shrugged. "What did you do once you graduated?"

"People are getting sick again? As in ... lots of them? I'd heard a few had gotten sick, but not enough to cause an alarm. Surely the healers would be able to tell the difference between poisoning sickness and infection sickness?"

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Flapping her wings as Dasmonth licked her maw, the Green relished the taste and feel of the Blood against her tongue. Never mind that it was significantly colder than the stuff she had just been indulging in. Instead of leaping into the air, she turned around slowly before taking off at a lengthened run, she wanted to chase her food down. It was no fun at all if you just kept killing them from above. Snarling loudly as she approached the herd, which had now begun to try and evade the quickly gaining Dragon, Dasmonth used her muscle packed legs to propel her directly over and into the thundering herd. Using her tail and claws to swipe at the animals until one of them fell. Sending her claw into the spine of the beast, she severed it before indulging her hunger. Mmm. Blood and guts.


Gina winced slightly as a flash of her Green's amusement swept over her, it was one of the few reasons she disliked coming down to the feeding grounds with her Dragon. The emotions that slipped through felt as though they were much stronger than if she received them sitting in her Weyr. "You're welcome." Letting her hand drop from her flitter, the Greenrider crossed both of them behind her back as she nodded slightly. "Yeah. Other than watch duty, you've got a good few hours off. I, myself, usually sleep for an hour or so. Usually right after my Watchduty is over. But after that its a rather day to day living. If none of my Rider friends are off those hours, then I knit or train with Dasmonth. But usually, if you've got a good friend base around the Weyr, there's always someone off when you are to keep you company. Especially now that everyone is on their toes for another attack, people want to be with other people, just in case."

Flicking her head so that her braid swung back around to the front of her shoulder, the Greenrider turned to look at the C'oar. Oh she just loved spreading news around! "I heard from a friend, who's pretty chummy with a Healer that they were getting quite a few sick people coming into the infirmary." Nodding she continued. "She said that all the symptoms looked like the flu, but the Healers seemed a little anxious. So I don't know... I hope it is just the Flu or something."

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Frosstyth watched with interest as Dasmonth took off running after the herd, panicking them in all directions. That looked like an awful lot of fun, actually ... to chase them willy nilly around on the ground. He'd never done that, simply because C'oar had always told him that scaring the wits out of the animals made them taste bad. But ... maybe that was C'oar's opinion on meat? Thinking about that, it made Frosstyth wonder why he was taking meat advice from someone who regularly singed his meat before he ate it.

Launching into an ambling, four-beat run, Frosstyth took off after Dasmonth and the herd. He could use another beast, anyway. And besides ... that looked like fun! He pounded heavily across the ground, his hide rippling and flowing over his thick musculature as he shoved his heavy weight across the ground. He learned in a hurry that he couldn't run as fast as Dasmonth could, and it also apparently took more effort to run than to fly. That, or his wings were in far better shape than his legs were, so far as stamina went. His tongue lolled for a bit just out of a flash of his formerly silly nature resurfacing for a moment.

"I ... can't say as I have all that many friends, actually." C'oar admitted. "I don't hardly know anyone except the members of my own class. Spent a lot of time with them, you know. And the Weyrling master ... " he shrugged a bit, watching as Frosstyth took up Dasmonth's game. As the green took down her kill, Frosstyth just kept running the herd. Apparently the brown found it more fun to chase the beasts than to eat them. Which ... wasn't good. He was going to run the weight off them, if he kept that up, and worse, scare a whole lot of them to literal death. C'oar shook his head slightly, to himself. "I guess I could fix that, though." He commented, to Gina

He looked at her again when a flash of movement caught his attention ... oh, just her braid. It was a pretty braid, though ... but he'd already told her that. And it'd make him sound addled in the head if he mentioned it again. "Flu?" He asked. "I hope it is just the flu, and not something worse. The last thing we need now is another problem."