Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Apr 26, 2009 17:11:43 GMT -5
The only thing that saved Rifashth as he landed in front of the infirmary was Trilyanth's preoccupation with the plight of His. Morsrath's death keen rocked Trilyanth's wing, followed almost immediately by the large bronze's as F'rel ceased struggling, taking in lungfuls of mud. Those within the infirmary not engaged in fighting paused, churning uneasily in unconscious imitation of the dragons above. Before another bronze could take over, however, Baith's command came. And, in as long as it took to gather the remaining Benden riders into an airborne retreat, the weyrlings were left to count their dead and nurse their wounds.
All except Rifashth. Morsrath and His, Trilyanth and His...all dead, he told the gathered Selenitas dragons as a whole. Baith calls us home. He shifted nervously from foot to foot. Please. May I have Mine now? We only do as ordered. He...really didn't want this fight. Most of us didn't. Anxious that they would take out their anger - however justifed it was - on S'van, the blue whined softly.
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F'ur came up to the two weyrlings with a laugh, tilting his face up to wash away the blood. "Miracles do happen!" He smiled down at Farryl before clapping C'vin solidly on the back. "Come on, lad. Let's get this boy out of the rain and to a healer." He nodded toward Ke'rin. "They should send people now that Benden is gone. But he'll catch a chill if we leave him like that.
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Jabari crooned anxiously at Mer. His was alive, yes, but...not well. He wanted to fly to him. Behruth was already on the way, a darker streak against the already dark sky. The brown landed near Ebolath just as M'ta jerked the dagger from his shoulder, pressing at the wound to try to staunch the blood that streamed down from the penetration. He landed on his feet but continued to slide down the wall, trailing blood. Behruth nuzzled Ebolath, crooning to her as he pressed up as close to the wall and His as he could manage. You saved Mine...Thank you, Ebolath. Thank you. Another croon, and then he nudged her with his head. Go. Take care of Yours.
The brown did his best to keep the rain from His, crooning at the candidate whom he recognized. M'ta's arm curled around his dragon's leg. "Kale...Jabari...they're?" Fine, Mine. Safe now. I do not like you fighting, Mine. "I know." He leaned against Behruth, eyes half-closed. "Bring Kale?" The brown nuzzled his lightly on one of the less injured parts of his body before clambering around the rocks and lifting the hatcling gently in his mouth. He laid her beside His and curled around them both, only leaving room for the girl if she wanted to join them. "Tell Ka'rys...we have her. He'll want to know."
Behruth addressed Ciceroth hesitantly. The dragons are gone. I am...protecting M'taMine and the hatchling. If you want to come. M'ta smiled vaguely and slumped further against the wall, the blood seeping through his fingers at an alarming rate.
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Post by Rei on Apr 26, 2009 17:25:33 GMT -5
At Behruth’s landing Ebolath crooned flaring her wings slightly. His nuzzle was returned with a pleased rumble. Yes I must go to mine now that you are here to protect yours. Without another word the green turned and sprinted back into the barracks.
Scrambling over bodies and dodging wounded Ebolath slid into the hallway and slipped on a pool of blood. Her feet scrambled as she crashed into the wall and gave a cry as it aggravated her side wound. Snorting she gathered her feet under her and trotted gingerly to Peppeth nuzzling her small clutch sister. Thank you so much Clutch sister mine. You did so well at protecting mine. Hurry now, go to yours. She is waiting.
Giving Peppeth a last little nudge Ebolath lowered her head and regarded hers and T’rid with worried yellow eyes. Oh T’rid Corinth will be here soon. Hold on the healers will fix you. Her warm breath wafted over the man and she nudged hers gently. Flopping down beside the two she watched them with an intent stare.
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“He’s dead”.
Sel’n nodded at I’fael’s words and knelt down beside the man offering his hand. “Need some help. Kaaoloth will be here soon. He tells me Benden is withdrawing. I think we got lucky.” His voice was calm and collected as he tried to ignore his body’s aches and Kaaoloth’s own anxiousness. Faranth. All he wanted now was numbweed and a good night’s sleep.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 26, 2009 17:52:34 GMT -5
Dead? Cherilith huffed quietly, a pulse of green washing across the surface of his eyes. Baith is your queen then, and she calls for your retreat? You will stop trying to hurt ours? Oh Faranth love you best my brother, for this night has been such a trial and now we will see the morning! I will take Yours to you at once. The young blue crooned his whole-hearted relief that the nightmare was over, his eyes rippling with alternating bands of seafoam green and blue as he dipped his head to give Saeo's foot a gentle nudge. My Saeo, I will return to you shortly. What? Cherilith where are you going?! Not far, I must simply return this rider to His. But Darling, are you sure that it's safe? What if his dragon tries- He will not hurt me Mine. In any case, I promised to return his rider to him if he helped us. I must keep my word...oh, and Corinth has expressed concern for T'rid. Perhaps you should go see him? The weyrling lifted his head, opening his jaws so that S'ven could more or less play the part of a living apple sitting in a basket that smelled of partially digested meat. Then, moving at a slow canter for the sake of not aggravating the wound on his foreleg, the little blue trotted toward the feeding room entrance.
Saeo let him go without further complaint. Deep down, she was an almost naively trusting individual. Had she been placed in Cherilith's position, she was certain that she would have done the same thing. Still, she would have liked to have him by her side...especially now that the fog of war was lifting, and all the carnage she had been too numb to see was rising to the surface. She lifted herself from G'tor, checking his pulse and breathing in passing for the sake of playing it safe. He was doing surprisingly well for someone who had been stabbed -if only in contrast to the rest of the wounded- and so she didn't do much more than press a folded pillowcase against the gash on his chest and tie it in place with a few of the cloth strips she had torn earlier.
Cherilith, I need you to ask some questions for me, alright? She brushed against her dragon's mind, feeling the raindrops shattering against his hide as he stepped out of the weyrling barracks. Certainly mine. Just find out how badly everyone is hurt for me. I need to set up some sort of order here... She bit her thumb, testing to see weather the felis had kicked in yet. It hadn't, but she didn't have the luxury of waiting for it do do it's job any longer. Garaeth says that His T'ke is behaving strangely, and that he is fuzzy at sleepy. There is a knife and blood. Ask for a picture darling. She grabbed the handle of the dagger protruding from the side of her thigh, bracing herself for what she was certain would be a very unpleasant experiance. Here mine. Alright, that dosen't look too bad...tell Garaeth to keep him warm and calm. I'll be over as soon as I can. She clenched her jaws tightly shut, but a shriek of pain and several tears still manged to fight their way out of her.
"Shardit shardit SHARDIT!" She gasped raggedly, groping for another spare piece of cloth to cover the now heavily bleeding wound in her leg. Frosstyth says that C'oar is bleeding, but he is still awake. How many places? Many. Is he still awake? Somewhat...Frosstyth seems worried. Alright, add him to the top of the list...what about Raylin? Ebolath says she is still sleeping, but there is no black. Alright then...ummm....Corinth informs me that T'rid is bleeding and only semi-consious. He says that His is in shock. Shards...okay bump him up to first class then. She finished tying her makeshift bandage into place and grabbed for the cloth bag that lay a few inches to her left. Farryl and C'vin are doing alright. They are with an older rider and they are bringing K'erin with them. Jaymith is very worried. He says that His is cold and will not speak to him. Oh shardit, not another one...who's with them? Peppeth tells me that he is a bluerider. I do not recognize him. Saeo levered herself upright, trembling slightly as she tried not to put any weight on her injured leg. Okay...find out if he's breathing and then get back to me. If they're bringing him over then I can take a look at him when he gets here...is there a dragon free? ...Garaeth would like to know what you need him for. Just get some blankets on the wounded. Make sure they're warm and comfortable until I can get to them.
The girl reached out to give her salamandyrs a mental nudge, sending the green to keep an eye on C'oar and instructing the blue to stay with T'ke. Freckle skittered off with little complaint, as she was in particularly good spirits after having 'killed' two Benden riders already. Brownpest! Freckle Mine! The little green hoisted herself gracelessly up onto the brownweyrling's knee and blinked her rapidly whirling yellow-green eyes at him. No kill badpest! No kill! Freckle MAUL kill! Rough translation: I'm in charge of you now. If you die, I'll carve out your left eye and give it to Showoff. Not far away, Baby had chosen what he considered to be the best song for cheering someone up. He perched directly in the center of T'ke's chest and peered down at the boy with happily whirling blue eyes, then started singing his very loudest and best just for him. Hey Juuuuuuuude. No makeit baaaaaad~ Take da sad soooooooog 'n makeit bedderrrrrrr~
T'rid seemed much farther away now than he had a few minutes ago, but perhaps that was just an illusion the pain in Saeo's leg was causing her to see. When she did manage to lower herself to the floor next to the bronzerider, she was far from pleased to discover that he had lost consiousness. "Shardit T'rid, don't do this to me...I'm only an apprentice...." The girl whimpered softly, trying to find a pulse. She quickly noticed that he was far too cold, doubtlessly a result of shock because his arm looked about as badly broken as a limb could be while remaining attached to it's owner. Originally, she had just planned on giving him an anti-inflamitory to take the sting out of two...no, three cracked ribs. Maybe more...shardit. "Just keep breathing, alright? You're going to be fine..." Now she simply worked to keep as much blood inside of him as she could, binding his shattered arm against his chest in the hopes that one of the senior healers would know what to do with it.
"Hey Jude, don't be afraid..." She sang along quietly with her salamandyr, finding the vibration of her own voice in her chest very soothing to what remained of her shattered nerves. She glanced down to where Stupid an Conspiracy lay curled and waiting for their bonded to wake. She vaguely registered a pang of sympathy that rippled through her at the sight of the crippled flitter. She was no dragonhealer, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him by mistake...so he'd just need to wait for S'lain. "Come on guys, sing along." She offered numbly, letting her eyes shift back to the dressing she had been binding into place. "It'll make you feel better...remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better..."
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Apr 26, 2009 20:58:58 GMT -5
Ruskeath watched the Bendan dragons jump between. The moment they were gone, he took flight and circled to the weyrling barracks. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep G'tor talking. He mumbled and paused for long moments and Ruskeath had to prod him to make sure he was still there. Even so, the sense that his rider's life was in danger was fading. Ruskeath sought out Star and from her got a picture of Saeo treating G'tor's wounds. Good. His would be fine now. But that didn't mean Ruskeath wasn't going to make certain of it himself.
The ground outside the barracks was littered with bodies, Bendan and Selenitas alike. Ruskeath keened to see Kindrith's mangled corpse as well of those of many riders he knew. The enemy may be gone, but this could hardly be called a victory. It was too difficult to land without risking accidently landing on someone injured, so Ruskeath stayed aloft and waited. He felt helpless just waiting, but there was little else do to. Perhaps when the healers arrived he could assist them in some way. And there were always the bodies to clear away.
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T'ke blinked. There was singing in his head. Badly out of tune singing, at that. Was he delirious? Was he going mad? Was he dying? He didn't think death would involve bad singing. Maybe it was some kind of torture? It sure sounded like it. No, T'ke-mine. You are not dying. The blue nuzzled him in comfort. It is the little one who sings. Little one? T'ke blinked at Baby. Oh. A salamandyr. Saeo's? Did it even matter?
T'ke felt something warm, cover him. He touched the fabric with his fingers. A blanket? He hadn't even know he was cold. The blue shadow of Garaeth faded from his sight. I must help the others. I will not be far. The little one will stay with you. Baby? Great. He'd be deaf for a sevenday at this rate. Why couldn't he just faint? He didn't seem to have trouble doing it before? You must stay awake until Cherilith's has seen to you. Garaeth said firmly. Wonderful.
Garaeth found the pile of blankets that Peppeth had been collecting. One at a time, he picked them up and laid them gently over anyone injured. One for G'tor, one for C'oar, one for T'rid when Saeo finished with him. Ebolath had already giving Raylin one. As an after thought, Garaeth also put one over Saeo's shoulders. It would not do for her to be cold and her leg did not look well either. When he was done, he called to Cherilith and asked what else he could do.
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Post by topaz on Apr 26, 2009 21:43:05 GMT -5
C'vin couldn't do anything for Farryl. He just stood there, knives in hand, as if they could make a difference. But the blueweyrling dared not slash any fiercer at the rider holding his friend. He didn't trust his abilities enough to risk hurting her anymore then she already was. At F'ur's warning, C'vin spun around to face his next attacker. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he also saw Ke'rin's limp body being hauled away. What was he to do?! He couldn't protect all three of them!
And then it all seemed to stop.
C'vin turned, looking at each of the riders around him as they ended their attack, and . . . fled? Looking around, slightly bewildered, C'vin's eyes found I'fael atop a motionless F'rel. He had, killed him? Yes. Trilyanth was nowhere to be seen, and the rest of the Bendenites mounted their dragons and betweened. He couldn't believe it. It was over?
"Miracles do happen!"
F'ur's joyful exclimation and the clap on C'vin's back brought a slight, almost reluctant smile to the blueweyrling's face. Nodding to his instruction about Ke'rin, C'vin gingerly picked the still unconscious bronzeweyrling up, and shouldered him. Turning to Farryl, C'vin's expression was tentative. "You're alright?" Half question, half statement, for C'vin simply wouldn't bring himself to think otherwise. Benden was gone. No one else could die.
Mallowth had been ready to pounce on Rudolth's attacker when suddenly, the rider . . left. Mine? What has happened? C'vin smiled when he heard his dragon's voice. It's over Mal. It's over! I'll be inside in a little while. Mallowth would not wait for His to come inside however, and rushed out into the muddy, bloody, corpse littered battlefield. MINE! The blue charged up to meet his, throwing his wing around him and nuzzling him gently. They were both hurt, but the embrace was well worth it.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Apr 27, 2009 20:42:03 GMT -5
One second Farryl was struggling to free herself, and the next her captured just let her go. Just like that and she was free. She was so surprised by the release that her knees gave way before she could catch herself. She barely registered that the Bendan riders were leaving before she was up and running back to C'vin and Ke'rin. Ke'rin needed help now. She could only hope they weren't too late and that the stress his body had been through hadn't made him much worse.
C'vin was already trying to move Ke'rin when she reached him. "I'm fine. You?," she said shortly. It was a lie. She didn't feel fine. She felt like curling up in a ball and sobbing until she couldn't anymore. But she wasn't going to let that keep from doing what she could to help. "I don't think we should move him anymore," she said with a frown. "It might make him worse. If there's anyway we could..."
Her words were interrupted by blue and green blurs racing towards them, one for C'vin and one for Farryl. As Mallowth hugged His with his wings, Peppeth charged forward. Heedless of the mud and muck, she skidded to a halt and buried her head into Farryl's chest. Farryl-mine! she wailed. I was so worried! Are you alright? Do you hurt? Are the bad men gone? Are we safe now? Please do not ever leave me again. I could not bear it!
Farryl was suddenly overwhelmed by everything that had happened. She hugged Peppeth tightly, taking comfort in her presence. She hadn't realized until that moment just how much she had missed her. Her tired mind worked through the rush of questions. I will be alright, she assured her green. It doesn't hurt too much. Yes, the bad men are gone and we're as safe as we can be. You did very well, Peppeth. My brave little darling. Farryl hugged her tightly again and reluctantly let her go. They had work to do.
"C'vin? I'll ask Saeo what she wants us to do. Hopefully more healers are coming soon. Can Mallowth keep the rain off? I'm going to send Peppeth back for some blankets. She'll be faster than any of us right now." No! I do not want to leave Farryl-mine! Please, Peppeth. It'll only be a couple seconds. You want to help Ke'rin don't you? You wouldn't want him to die, then Jaymith would be gone too. I'll be right here when you get back. I promise.
Peppeth hesitated. She didn't want Jaymith to leave too, like so many of her siblings already. She would help, but she would be very quick. Alright. Turning, Peppeth raced back to the barracks, calling to Cherilith as she went and repeating what Farryl said to her about Ke'rin's condition. Mine says Jaymith's is stabbed in the belly. He is not awake and is not breathing well. What should we do?
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