Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Jul 13, 2009 15:19:35 GMT -5
Mer cursed inwardly. Her eyes darted between the riders, the dragons, and the various candidates. One of them had already gone after a rider, but they were barely reacting. This wasn't good. No matter what they did to the riders on the ground, there were still those on dragons, with firestone. Salenth's arrival was a blessing, but it still wasn't an assurance of victory. They had eggs to protect as well as their lives. The invaders only cared about the Rooster egg and nothing else.
Mer tore out of the other girl's grasp and glared a warning at her. It was not a good idea to grab someone's weapon arm when they were tense. She might have stabbed her out of instinct. Who put her in charge anyway? Mer knew they were trained Northern riders. Hadn't she fought and defeated several in the siege months ago? Mer didn't care what the girl said, she wasn't going to stand by and do nothing. Mer scanned the Sands again and noticed something. "I have a plan," she whispered, eyes locked on the dragons. "Don't follow me." She was off without another word. She could have asked for help, but that would only put the others in danger.
Sheathing her dagger, Mer grabbed the rail of the stands and heaved herself over the side. It was a long drop and the landing jarred her legs, despite rolling to cushion the fall. No time to take stock, it would only take the enemy a few seconds to realize what she was doing. Auran took flight as she fell, circling the dragons with fierce determination. The first one to make a move towards his bonded would get blue wings in their eyes. Mer ran straight for her goal without pause for breath: the bag of firestone that Salenth had brought for Ciceroth. They might not be able to take on dragons, but the big bronzes could. If she could help Ciceroth get stone faster, they would all stand a better chance.
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Jul 13, 2009 15:44:39 GMT -5
Need? Why would they need a queen? She knew Benden had no need of a new queen, and while they resembled Fort dragons in their colouring she doubted that weyr needed another queen either. So where were they from? Bah, it didn't matter! No weyr should ever steal a queen's eggs. They definitely only wanted the one egg...They wouldn't risk it coming to harm if they wanted it so bad.
With a plan forming in her mind she turned to look at the motley group of candidates. She doubted even half of them could fight. Nephele herself couldn't. With that in mind she had no idea what they could do to help the bronzes of Selenitas save the egg. Her musings evidentally gave her older flitter an idea though. Charming zipped onto the scene, Misfit coming a moment later. Charming appeared in front of Ciceroth, chittering agitatedly. He flitted to the firestone sack. Clearly the little brown wanted some of the rock.
The candidate girl was shocked and horrified. Her little browns! The only comfort she had was that they were smart enough to go to Ciceroth. No matter how she tried to mentally tempt them into coming back they didn't seem to want to come. Charming's lead was overriding Misfit's desire for crackers and Nephele was stuck waiting and watching.
That simply would not do! Nephele imitated Merridan, but not before sparing a few words for the other candidates. "I have no plan but I don't intend to let those foreign dragons take any eggs or hurt anyone if I can help it. What you choose to do is up to you." With that she let her worry for her little companions and, yes, even the eggs, override her better judgment. She was no trained fighter but she knew the drop would hurt. No time to think of that. Bracing herself for impact she tried, rather unsuccesfully, to do the same roll Mer did. She had no time to spare to check for damage though. All she knew was that it wasn't a fatal fall. Nephele felt like quite a copycat as she followed after Mer.
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Post by Sheari on Jul 13, 2009 16:16:18 GMT -5
Ramen really shouldn't have been snooping around - after all he'd only just been searched! - but snoop he did. He'd heard of the foreign dragons on the sands by word of mouth from the rest of the weyr. Ciceroth, the sire of the clutch, had touched the minds of the Selenitas riders and from there word had gotten around. For any ambitious young man this event was prime for something interesting to happen. At least interesting in his frame of mind. The Junior Queen's clutch was compromised by dragons wanting an egg from it. The father was present and trying to fend off said dragons, from how Ramen had heard it he was alone, and he'd heard there was the possibility of flaming. Danger. The entire situation was practically made of danger.
Perfect.
The entrance to the hatching grounds was open and Ramen slunk along the wall where it was dark. No, Ciceroth was not alone. Two bronze dragons stood on the sands though the candidate couldn't tell who was who. He crept to the Stands hoping against hope that he wasn't noticed. Deep inside he knew he was afraid. Right now he was too hyped up on adrenalin to take much notice of that knowledge. Step after step he walked almost flat along the wall in the shadows.
"Silly Ramen, you could get killed," he thought. It brought on a small smirk.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Jul 13, 2009 21:30:31 GMT -5
Really? Really? The bronzerider crouched low, blinking at the bodies falling over the railing and onto the sands where the dragons lingered in a stand-off of dire proportions. Kids these days. Now what?
I will eat you personally, ReiMine. If they don't barbeque you first. Despite the levity in the bronze's words, he was dead serious, and his rider knew it. Which was probably why the man elected not to respond to the dragon at all.
At Ciceroth's private words, Salenth responded with a trace of apprehension, These are desperate, Ciceroth. It is possible that, should they come to think that their attempt to take the eggs is hopeless, they may well settle for destroying the entire clutch. The fact that the best way to preserve the clutch may well be to let them take the one egg remained unspoken; Salenth had sired enough of his own clutches to know better than to make such a ludicrous suggestion. No dragon would allow that.
Such high-brow words, bronze. Did you come up with them yourself? He hoped to keep the intruders' attention, but then the familiar prickling at the back of his mind alerted him. Sharding. Idiot. Mindmate. He moved as quickly as he was able - which wasn't too quick given he was on land and there was the clutch to think of - in an attempt to block off the bronze and green from the entrance. IdiotMine, this is not a good idea!
They needed a distraction...
Well, the bronze had to admit that it was certainly that. After all, it wasn't every day that a giant bronzerider vaulted over the railing and onto a dragon's back. Whether or not he'd been seen was something of a moot point; he bounced, pulling a blade and sheathing it in Tsarith's back to prevent him from sliding down her flank and onto the sands. His body whiplashed, one foot hitting something solid and decidedly not draconic, though he wasn't sure where he'd clipped the dragonrider. In fact, he was more concerned with the fact that he was dangling from the side of a dragon by only the haft of his blade. Not a good situation, really.
S'rei torqued his body and kicked, trying to swing his leg up before anyone had a chance to retaliate.
Okay, so Salenth was right. Not really very intelligent. Still, he was fairly certain that the silly candidates would be overlooked. The best way to mask a stupid move? Do something even stupider. Let's just hope you survive it, Salenth commented drolly, angling to lash out at Vikoranth with his tail without putting the eggs in danger.
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Post by archenstone on Jul 13, 2009 22:11:46 GMT -5
Vraelnîr watched in shock as the girls promptly went over the railing to drop to the sands below. They could have been hurt! He considered his options. The Brownrider hadn't resisted at all. He was confident he could take the lad's weapon and go after the crazy girls but there was still a few candidates here. Which where in more danger? He became irritated at himself. Tactics on land where not his specialty. It made him wish for good stout rope and a bunker to tie his prisoner to. Not knowing anything better to do he grasped the dirk and pulled it free, tucking it against his belt as he felt for any other weapons.
"What ever your part is in this....some one is bound to get hurt anyways. You can't expect those dragons to simply hand you guys over an egg." His right arm still held his knife against the lad's throat. He motioned to D'rayr. "You. Slowly remove your dirk and drop it. Then kick it away."
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 15, 2009 15:03:03 GMT -5
Yoalla shot a sideways glance the next candidate to speak, this whole situation was crazy. Hadn’t the whole war in the north started with stolen eggs? Wasn’t there a better way to sort all this out? Not now, she was forced to admit, now the damage was done, even if these riders really did desperately need a queen they’d really blown it now. Couldn’t they have… Yoalla really had no idea but there were probably peaceful ways to get a queen than trying to steal one, otherwise how would new Weyrs even start? Also ity occurred that practically any other way had a higher chance of success. Something about wandering in, making threats and trying to help yourself tended to set other people against you.
Personally Yoalla had to admit she wasn’t for the peaceful option but she would have gone for something a bit more subtle than trying to tackle a rider. True the tackler was big but the rider had a dragon to defend him. If only there was a good way to disable dragons without getting trampled, flamed, or clawed. By either side.
That was a plan? Jumping down onto the sands and telling everyone not to follow you was a plan? Well that was certainly news to Yoalla. Well at least the first jumper had an idea of what she was doing, Nephle had also jumped down there, probably after her firelizard, or maybe it was firelizards now. The little beasties were quite common here.
What could she do? She certainly wasn’t up for leaping to the hatching sands and kicking a random dragon in the tail to provide an opening for one of the bronzes. Well there were distractions, and then there were distractions. She might not be able to fight but Yoalla had bags of training in being distracting. She gave the unoccupied young man, a bluerider by his knots, a sidelong glance and boldly walked up to him, hips swaying. ‘Do we really need to be unpleasant to each other?’ she asked in a husky tone and posed to show off her figure to best effect. ‘What say we leave this brawling to the idiots and go have a little fun?’
Idith hissed warningly at the green blocking his entrance, she made no move to stop him, didn’t even seem alarmed by his appearance, all the better! He was going to send howling back to the north and then deal with whatever other troubles had landed, assuming Ciceroth and Salenth had not already done so…
Abruptly the young bronze folded one wing and executed a clumsy roll out of the way of a burst of flame. His eyes slipped to a darker red as she spoke to him, pleasantly enough. What game did this green play? Idith circled away for a moment, temporarily vexed.
R’aro closed his eyes and clung to his dragon so tightly he was convinced that his legs were interfering with Idith’s breathing, as the bronze rolled away from the green’s attack. He felt a low growl rumble beneath his legs as Idith veered off, clearly annoyed. R’aro was supposed to be the planner and thinker in this partnership but he wasn’t a fighter, he never had been, and he was no more than a useless burden to his bronze. Than someone landed on the green. Idith! Charge her, someone’s attacking her! Get in so close she can’t flame you without damaging herself.
Idith had no better plan, so he roared and blasted through the entrance, landing and running with his wings tucked close to his sides, until he was practially on top of the smaller dragon. He snapped at the green, threatening her eyes with his teeth, hoping to drive her back so that he wasn’t fighting trapped.
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Post by glamourie on Jul 15, 2009 17:30:30 GMT -5
So they admitted that the flame was primarily a bluff. Good to know, Ciceroth decided, though it was useless -- he wasn’t bluffing. From his position, he could flame the invaders without any danger coming to the eggs - provided that he could actually get some of the firestone out of the bag. Their threats did not scare him all that much. Even if the practical response would have been to move in the face of firestone, he couldn’t be practical. Simply put, a queen had told him to do something, and dragons did not disobey their queens. Not even ones as temperamental and unruly as Ciceroth had a tendency of being. Even if he could have, he wouldn’t have, though. Those were his babies too, that he was so determined to protect until they could hatch, and he wasn’t willing to send any of them off to one of the Northern Weyrs before they could even hatch. His wings twitched slightly, his gaze focused on Vikoranth. The long-winded response irritated him and Ciceroth flicked his tail defiantly, only to rumble right afterwards. A dying Weyr…? Not Benden, no… where were they from? Not that it made any difference. They weren’t getting one of the eggs. They just weren’t. He’d die before letting them, and Selenitas had a lot more dragons to spare.
That sounds like your problem, not ours, he said, with no real sympathy. He was drawing enough on the part of Ka’rys that was connected to him that he didn’t feel the remotest level of real pity for the invaders on the Sands. Did they really think that they could frighten him? After everything he’d been through? They were not nearly as intimidating as Benden was upon their last attack, even Fort hadn’t measured up to that. They’d set a precedent and no one from the North could shake Ciceroth up without defying that level of violence. The only reason he was annoyed at all was because it was his babies being threatened… but frightened? Not in the least.
He was oblivious to the movement in the Stands, primarily due to his focus being on the dragons in front of him. His wings flexed, and then snapped closed, tight against his body in a defensive posture. Salenth’s words drew Ciceroth’s attention as the bag in front of him toppled over, spilling the larger shards of firestone across the Sands. He watched the other bronze’s movements and then figures scurrying across the Sands caught his eye. One of the large firestone pieces was snapped up and chomped down roughly, as Ciceroth’s mind brushed against Merridan’s - a foreign, alien one, but nonetheless present. Candidate. If she hoped to stand for the clutch, she’d obey him; they only had a few seconds of time. His eyes whirled rapidly as he moved forward to allow her to pass -- it was a reluctant movement, but quick; at least the candidates were from Selenitas. They wouldn’t hurt the eggs because that damaged their chances of Impression. Logic there.
Get behind me near the clutch, and take any others on the Sands with you. Stay between the dragons and the eggs if you want to have the opportunity to Stand for this clutch. Do not touch the eggs, and do not let any of these invaders touch them, either.
Right as S’rei vaulted over the side of the edge, Ciceroth lurched forward and turned to flame. It wasn’t the green with S’rei on her back that he targeted, though - it was Esaorith. The movement was primarily meant to be a distraction; if he flamed Esaorith, perhaps Tsarith would become too worried for the other female to harm S’rei with any level of severity. It was a fleeting thought, but one that he had to act on, for he didn’t want Salenth’s rider hurt. Not to try and protect his eggs. Part of him didn’t like the idea of anyone being harmed in the protection of his hatchlings. Anyone but him, anyway. He was just practical enough to recognize the necessity of it. If that egg did contain an queen (which he supposed was possible, given its size, but in ratio to the rest of the clutch, it also could have been a bronze or brown at a rational guess) that was even more reason to protect it zealously.
He hoped that the flames hit her in the face and sent her between. Maybe she’d go home. Killing wasn’t something he ever wanted to do, but he’d do it if she pushed him… and they were pushing, hard.
She’d heard Ciceroth’s call, and immediately dove off her weyrledge to come help. She’d left LirHers inside so as to not get hurt -- but she would not be left out of a fight again. Eyes whirling red, Calistoth beat her wings and picked up speed to soar up and out of the canyon at an alarming rate. She was little more than a green streak, putting her natural speed and agility to the test to barrel toward the Hatching Grounds without a second look back. Her mind brushed Hers reassuringly, and she circled wide, catching sight of another green - pale and ugly - near the entrance of the Hatching Grounds. Near Idith, and thoroughly distracted with him. Good. Opportunity. She wasn’t the skilled fighter that some greens were, but she was devious, and she knew a golden chance when she saw it. Wings beating, she turned and then barreled downward as fast as she could, unwilling to miss the chance. Sharing Selenitas with other greens at Selenitas was bad enough. Foreign greens weren’t welcome. At all. And he’d almost hurt Idith. Idith had Chased her. That made him hers. Simple logic, right?
Propelling herself downward quickly, Calistoth turned to angle herself at Tsarith’s back haunches, claws coming out. As she came in range, she reached out and swept the sharp edges of her claws over the other green’s two back legs, being extra careful not to hit the human dangling on her back. Her own body collided with the ground with force enough to bruise, no doubt putting more power into her scratch, and she growled loud enough to be heard even inside.
You are not welcome here and I do not share well!
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jul 15, 2009 22:21:56 GMT -5
He got out of the way in time, and Tsarith purred pleasantly at Idith – she had not intended to hurt him so much as drive him away for time being, after all – before she yawned widely at the bronze dragon, eyes whirling pleasantly. Saena turned in her seat nervously, eyeing the proceedings behind her, though she didn’t speak to Tsarith; the green was much, much smaller than Idith, and her whole attention was focused intently on the bronze, whether or not it appeared to be so. After a moment and nothing from the bronze, Saena spoke softly: “Warn Esaorith that there are Candidates.”
Esaorith! Watch out, there are – The words were cut off with a shriek, mixed of pain and surprise, as S’rei jumped and landed on her flank, knife plunging into her back; Saena cried out as well as the bronzerider twisted and kicked, instinctively crouching forward against the blow. Her straps both condemned and rescued her: Had they not been in place, likely the greenrider might have evaded entirely. As it was, his foot struck her back, and Saena fell forward. It would bruise, certainly, but nothing was broken, as far as she could tell. Those same straps, however, kept her from falling off of Tsarith entirely; the green’s head came around, teeth closing around one of S’rei’s legs, and jerking him off of her. Watch out! Saena spat, and Tsarith’s head whipped back around, the green opening her mouth to flame instinctively at Idith as the bronze charged her – and sent S’rei flying through the air directly at the bronze. She paused only a moment before she followed it with flame; close Idith may be, but she fully intended to roast him, regardless of the consequences.
Said consequences apparently took the form of Calistoth, since her attention being primarily focused on Idith meant that Tsarith wasn’t paying attention to any others who might have come. Pain sliced through her back, missing both wings and Saena, and Tsarith writhed, twisting, making Calistoth’s claws bite even deeper into her hind legs, hissing in agitation and agony. She would have rolled onto her back to put her torn hind legs to work on Calistoth’s stomach, had her Rider not been aboard; the green settled for flaming: She was aiming for Calistoth’s upper neck and head. If she could manage to blind the green, all the better. Pity Calistoth was bigger than she was and couldn’t be thrown at Idith like S’rei had.
Esaorith barely glanced at Tsarith even at the warning’s being cut off so abruptly. Her sister could take care of herself. She did, however, lean forward, plucking Mer up neatly by the nape of her shirt, and shook her until she was sure the girl’s brains would be nicely jiggled at best. And – another one?! Esaorith tossed Mer almost carelessly at Nephele, intending for the girl to land squarely on top of the other. At worst, they’d be tangled for awhile. Her tail swept out as well, intending to sweep both Candidates away and off to one side, but her focus in the maneuver was lost due to the flames being blasted at her face; Esaorith shrieked, both wings coming up purely out of instinct to shield her face: That one motion showed how utterly inexperienced she was, sacrificing her wings in such a manner – the flames burned the fragile membrane, and her shrill screech made it clear that she hurt.
Still, ignoring R’trez’s pleading for her to simply go between, go home, Esaorith hissed defiantly, her body lowering instinctively, legs spread and tail lashing (Mer and Nephele were in definite danger of being struck by it, though if they managed to bypass her, it was clear her attention was no longer on the Candidates) in her pain; she flamed right back at Ciceroth, not once, but thrice – surely if he avoided one or even two, he’d be struck by the third?
Vikoranth’s lip lifted in a silent snarl, but he spoke neither to Salenth nor to Ciceroth. Salenth’s tail lashed out in his direction, and the bronze dragon replied with a tongue of flame. It wasn’t meant to actually hit Salenth’s tail – to hope it would hit would be sheer stupidity – but simply as a kind of warning before both Tsarith and Esaorith’s distress hit Vikoranth, and the bronze growled before rising to his feet. Distract him, was simply offered to Esaorith, and the bronze moved, almost in a circling motion around Salenth to put himself closer to the clutch; he was trusting that if Ciceroth tried to get back to them, Esaorith could jump on his back or some such – which only left Salenth between himself and the clutch. The egg. The queen egg that would save their Weyr…the bronze growled warily, flame shooting from between his teeth; he could only repress it so long.
Cr’yn sniffed in amusement, and then, almost drolly, as the boy began to search him, he asked, “If you want to feel me up, surely we can go somewhere a little more private?” It was clearly a joke, though there was an undeniable fear hidden beneath the wry comment. It was not going as planned – he was aware of D’rayr pulling out his weapon, dropping it with a metallic clang, and kicking it deliberately – off of the Stands; it hit the Sands below with a soft plop, and there it stayed even as Yoalla approached the bluerider; D’rayr offered the Candidate an almost bemused smile before he shrugged both shoulders dismissively, explaining, “I prefer men.” Which was something of a lie, but if it discouraged her advances, sure; D’rayr wasn’t here to be seduced by women, pretty or otherwise.
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Post by Sheari on Jul 16, 2009 12:22:07 GMT -5
Ramen watched in horror as the dragons began to actually fight. His mind whirled as he tried to grasp exactly what was going on from his place on the sands. He hadn't made it to the stands so he was trapped where the fighting dragons were. There were two bronzes and two greens all fighting in the same confined space. All Ramen could do was stand and hope he wasn't found.
He looked up from watching someone jump onto one of the greens in time to see Ciceroth flame the other. A shriek was loosed from her throat and as she writhed another green dropped from the sky. Ramen covered his ears and remained where he stood. If he went toward the stand there were fighting dragons...but the entrance was open...
No it wasn't. Another dragon burst through the entrance and tackled a green. Which he didn't know for he had closed his eyes. The candidate crouched down as he tried to be as small as possible next to the wall. He was powerless. Powerless to operate and try to help. He could do nothing. Ramen felt the heat of flame nearby and other roars and growls as he gritted his teeth.
"Safety, find safety," he told himself. He rose on shaky legs and worked toward the stands. One of the greens grabbed a girl by her shirt and shook her before tossing her at another. He repressed the urge to scream as he reached the stands mostly unscathed. He'd skinned his arm a few times but his body hadn't registered the injury yet. He just stood there, clinging the the ledge of a higher level of the stands, shaking and trying to get his breath. Fear gripped him so but...dragonriders were brave! They faced Thread and guarded clutches even though they might get hurt or die.
Ramen fought his fear as he climbed the stands so he could run across them to the girl who'd been shaken and thrown, he didn't even see the other candidates. With the dragons doing battle no one was around to help her but him. He ran with unsure steps, not caring anymore if he was seen and then dropped below the rail and took steps to reach Merridan's side. The other girl was there but she'd just been landed on and so warranted a higher chances of living.
"Are you okay?" he shouted over the clamour of sound around them.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Jul 16, 2009 13:01:25 GMT -5
Mer faltered slightly as the strange voice entered her mind. It took her several moments to realize that it was coming from the large bronze ahead of her. Ciceroth's words caused her to slow slightly. More on the sands besides her? Hadn't she told them not to? She started to turn and heard a warning shriek from Auran. Instinct caused Mer to duck, but it was the wrong move. Suddenly something snatched her by her shirt and hauled her into the air.
Biting back a cry of surprise and brief panic, Mer closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut. She was helpless as the dragon shook her like a rag doll, barely able to even comprehend what was happening. Then she was free! Except that meant she was sailing through the air, probably to a very hard landing. Now Mer did shout. Right before she landed on one of the only soft spots on the sands: Nephele.
Auran screamed in fury and dove at the horrible green who had harmed his bonded. Ciceroth avenged her nicely though with his flames, so Auran relented the honor of the fight to him and flew down to Mer. Mer was still lying on the sands having only manged to roll off of Nephele so far. It was hard to breath and her brain felt like mush. She couldn't think straight. There was something she was supposed to do, wasn't there? Something important. A boy's face entered her vision.
Ramen's words brought her back to reality. She scowled and started to get up. She was sore all over and her chest felt tight. That could not be good. "Would you be?" she got out hoarsely. She was not in a good mood, and she could barely spare breath for talking. She waved aside his concern. "Ciceroth says we should guard the eggs. Don't let anyone touch them. Not even us."
A little unsteady on her feet, Mer started off at a pace halfway between a jog and a hobble. Thankfully the dragons were fairly distracted now, and she reached the eggs. Auran flew circles over her, glaring around in search of any more dangers. Mer positioned herself in front of the clutch, dagger drawn and ready. Nephele was with her, but she hoped the boy would follow too. This wasn't going to be easy with just them and she wasn't sure how much more help she could be. Breath burned in her chest and she was starting to feel fuzzy.
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Post by ace on Jul 16, 2009 13:03:37 GMT -5
Mina gasped in horror as a dragon came out of between to tackle to green that was blocking the entrance. And then there was flame. FLAME! Dragon against dragon. Shards and Shells, they were fighting! The eggs could get damaged! They needed protection. Mina was not particularly afraid of heights, but as she looked down at the drop from the stands, her stomach clenched in fear. Pushing away that feeling, she jumped, and braced her self for the landing.
It took Mina few seconds to steady herself after the fall, thankfully she had fallen correctly and had no sustained any serious injuries. Jumping up, Mina raced across the sands toward Mer and Nephele when suddenly, Mer was picked up and thrown across the sands by one of the dragons. Mer needed help, but male candidate had raced past her to go help Mer, so Mina instead turned her attentions to the clutch.
Pulling out a dagger from under her belt (she had nicked it from a riders weyr previous that sevenday)and dodging around the fighting that was taking place on the sands, she positioned herself as close to the Rooster Egg as she dared and shouted at the top of her lungs at the intruders, "By the First Egg you YELLOW BELLIED DEADGLOWS, WHAT IN FARANTH's Name do you think you are doing Trying to steal Selenitas's Eggs? SCORTCH IT YOU COWARDS. Try and get through me and I will make sure you don't forget my name." Yes, that was going to work so perfectly. How hard could it be to get past a fifteen year old candidate. Yes, Mina had defiantly lost it. But at least Mer's words penetrated her thick skull, and she was careful not to touch any of the precious eggs.
(Mina is officially and idiot. Hope she doesn't get hersef killed... >.>)
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Post by archenstone on Jul 16, 2009 13:32:02 GMT -5
Vraelnîr's facial muscles relaxed somewhat after both rider's were weapon free. He looked to see who was still in the stands with him as yet another girl tumbled over the railing and the last one walk up to the other intruder and....flirted with him! He almost shook his head in wonder, what could the girl have possible hoped to achieve? If the situation wasn't so bad he would have grinned at the guy's rebuttal to her words. The brownrider's comment was ignored, after all he'd rather be safe than sorry.
When both riders where defenseless save for their hands he took the dagger away from Cr’yn's throat and backed up. "If you two can stay put and not get into any more mischief you'll be able to get out of here with out further difficulty once....those dragons decide to yield." He kept the dagger close to his side, ready to lash out if need be. He wasn't going to be completely trusting that they still wouldn't try to do something stupid. It was hard for him to stand there when younger candidates where risking their lives on the sands but he knew that these two couldn't be left to wander...or with a girl who seemed oblivious to the fact that they were a danger.
"What Weyr do you hail from anyways rider? I know of no weyr's in the predicament you claim." He said after several seconds had elapsed.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Jul 16, 2009 14:14:17 GMT -5
I'm not a hero, why am I here?
Ah, rhetorical questions. Lets all face it. K'sel just liked to throw up the jerkass facade, and he really knew every bit why he was there. First of all this was his home, this is where he was born and he had a long line of dragonriding tradition to hold up. Secondly, he was invincible, he had the classic arrogance of any eighteen turn old boy, so watch out, Ka-sharding-ella was here to save the day with his superman action! But thirdly and most importantly, he had the unfortunate luck to be present when the whole ordeal started, and he didn't foresee anyway out other than fighting tooth and nail. Sure, he didn't exactly volunteer to be there, but he wasn't going to cowardly squirm his way out.
His day had been moving along like any other day, just with a short detour when he curiously went into the hatching grounds. He had no business there, but followed the trail of a few candidates and meant only to give the eggs a good look before carrying on with his usual routine. Besides, he knew he would never hear the end of it if he didn't bother to give them a short visit. Despite having gotten his fill of eggs and impression on the last hatching, for some reason these eggs were still a big deal. A real big deal. Why else would Fort (or whomever it was that these sickly pale dragons belonged to) grace them with their presence? It was pathetic really, to watch the desperate attempts of the North, but like any good voyeur he was going to stand by and watch, slipping in with the others populating the stands and watching the trainwrecks people so loved to be witness too.
What he didn't expect was this to be anything but a show. A few ruffled feathers...erm...hides and a whole lot of talking the talk with very little walk. How wrong was he....
It seemed he would be forced to break his streak, he couldn't pass under the radar anymore, this time he was on ground zero. A few candidates broke from the heard on some suicide mission to save the eggs, whatever, another had a rider disarmed...sorta, and yet another attempted to use her womanly wiles to seduce a blue rider. Sliding up close enough to hear, he noted the failed distraction. I prefer men. It seemed Yoalla's attempt was stiffled, so K'sel being the disturber he was backed her up, stepping out from an ignored corner and trying his own propositioning skills. Though unlike the girl, he was hoping and wishing that his wouldn't work either, he didn't want to actually go off into a quiet room with this guy, but he did want to contribute to the chaos, "You prefer men? Well I'm sure something could be worked out..."
He settled his hand on his hip, but all the while feeling around for his knife. He was sure he had it hidden away somewhere under his loosely fitted shirt....Shards, this was the dumbest idea ever.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jul 16, 2009 21:28:36 GMT -5
This was probably the height of inconvenient, the bronzerider mused, at least knowing enough to let go instead of hold onto the dagger which still protruded from her quickly retreating back. It was an odd sensation, to be sure. Pain hadn't hit him yet, though he knew it probably should have, so he was left to look out on the milling pandemonium on the sands at something of a mental remove. Of course, Salenth would say that this was just S'rei's usual level of functioning when so newly awakened.
To say that Salenth was not amused was definitely an understatement. No, he didn't lead Selenitas, but he was a bronze and this was his home, these the dragons that would fly beside him some day when they hatched, and the candidates the riders who would Impress to them. Not to mention the fact that, no matter how stupid ReiHis could be, he didn't like anyone attacking His, especially when there was little he could do to defend him. Vikoranth definitely chose the wrong moment to challenge the bronze; Salenth wanted ichor, and this other bronze was the perfect source.
Well this was fun. Almost like flying, only without the straps and the wings and he was pretty sure he'd pulled something in his leg with all the whiplash, though maybe he shouldn't be worrying about it because dragons had teeth and that was more likely to be a problem than a little pulled muscle, though of course there was the matter of the termination of his little 'flight' to worry about which, despite having sand everywhere, could be rather uncomfortable and oh! look at the big dragon that was flying up to meet him and that really wasn't very good at all because dragons were much less fun to run into than a little sand and -
The racing thoughts suddenly came to a halt as the air sizzled around him. Perfect. Now they were looking to make a S'rei barbeque. Did no one tell these northern dragons that people really weren't all that delicious? Besides, when did dragons start cooking their food?
Fortunately for the bronzerider - and the bondeds who were having to endure the insane rush of thoughts - gravity couldn't be denied any longer and the man reached the height of his arc just beneath the main body of flame. He hit the ground rolling, flopping to a halt not far outside the entrance to the grounds where he found himself studying blades of grass at close proximity. Could have been worse. And the rolling even managed to put out the licks of flame...After a moment of consideration (and the testing of the leg that revealed it really wasn't going to move well for him in the immediate future) S'rei decided that this particular patch of ground was as good as any and he might as well bide his time here until things settled down a little.
What had he been trying to accomplish again? He couldn't remember.
Grateful that Ciceroth and Calistoth were handling the greens (though he would have been just as happy to take on the trio wholly by himself at this point) Salenth belched flame in Vikoranth's direction, a warning spout that would graze by the male's snout if he didn't move to evade. He eyed the male with ill-concealed rage, but he didn't charge or otherwise engage Vikoranth, instead maintaining his position so as to block the screaming hatchling from this enemy bronze and to make sure that, if nothing else, the fools didn't achieve their goal of stealing that egg. Ciceroth had entrusted this duty to him, and he was not about to fail the bronze who fought one of the greens even now.
Didn't you need the egg, wher? Or have you lost your nerve already? Did Salenth want Vikoranth to engage him. Shards yes. Smoke huffed from his nostrils. Vikoranth had the disadvantage so long as Salenth was between him and the eggs, and the Selenitas bronze intended to take advantage of that.
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 17, 2009 16:26:21 GMT -5
As he sparng forward, and threatened the foreign green’s eyes again Idith realized he had made an error in judgement as Tsarith’s head snapped around again and her mouth opened. R’aro sensed Idith’s alarm through their bond, and knew, as Idith knew, that it was already too late to move. He leaned forward, hoping Idith’s neck would give him a bit of shelter from the coming firestorm, enough to survie it would be nice.
S’rei was the bronzepair’s inadvertent salvation. Instead of the searing blast of superheated air he’d expected R’aro was instead assaulted by Tsarith’s scream. He looked up cautiously, only to see S’rei flying through the air towards him. Idith half dropped to the ground in undignified tail in the air pose and listed to one side to avoid the flung rider. Coincidently the bronze avoided the brunt of Tsarith’s flame as well, his rider did not fare so well.
R’aro shrieked as flame surrounded him, and Idith shrieked with him, eyes flashing from scarlet to pale yellow. Hot, so hot, R’aro wanted to go now, cold between would feel so good but he couldn’t form the proper image. The flame had only been brief but it had been quite enough for R’aro. Oh look, it was still here after all, it was on his trousers. What! The thought of having something very precious to him burnt made R’aro pull himself together and beat out the flames on his trousers.
As Tsarith howled again Idith roared encouragement to Calistoth. Yes, punish the invader! Teach her a lesson! Show her how much better the dragons of Selenitas were! As Calistoth broke away and Tsarith looked up to flame after the bright green Idith sprang forward again, simultaneously raking a set of talons across Tsarith’s chest and snapping at her exposed throat. Actually the bronze would have liked to leap on Tsarith and tear her wings away from her body to punish her for hurting his rider but instinct told him it would be a very bad idea to expose his belly to this green.
Yoalla was totally unfazed by the bluerider’s proclamation of preferring men, it was like that was too uncommon, and in any case she was distracting him, and, hopefully, he didn’t see her as a threat. She raised an eyebrow and smiled invitingly. ‘You just need a real woman to show you what you’re missing darlin’.’ She said sweetly, moving closer. ‘My services are excellent, or so I’ve been told, and I won’t even charge you a mark.’
By the time she’d reached the end of her sentence Yoalla was close enough to lay a hand caressingly on the riders chest and look into his eyes. Then with no more warning than a slight narrowing of her eyes, Yoalla brought her foot down hevily on his instep and gripped a good handful of his gems with her free hand and squeezed, hard. That was the kind of dirty fighting she’d first learned in Bitra, she just hoped he’d be more in pain than annoyed. Ah well, she could always run.
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