Ember
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T'san Iskierka Dy'shi Jazheera Ae'on Nephele Qaena K'dem Eikane
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Post by Ember on Feb 3, 2010 17:54:54 GMT -5
Charming chirped as Erilena took the jar of numbweed and he settled on her arm again. The girl did not remain idle either. He moved to her shoulder again as she made her way through the crowd to an injured wher. He didn’t look too good either. Charming silently took to the air to let Erilena work without a brown firelizard limiting her movements. Misfit heard the calls of his salamandyr mate and he jumped off the big green’s head to fly over to where she was gliding. His Tiidalove! He was sorry, so very sorry for abandoning her after waking her up. His had called him and he had to go. He ducked under her and offered her a ride.
Nuoth listened to the orders going about the cavern and she tried not to let them confuse her. She focused on those directed to the senior weyrlings and that made it easier. They were to bring people to the coast? Now that made sense, getting them out of the hatching grounds with all the smoke. Jingth reinforced the what Morreliath said and organized the weyrfolk more than the bronze did. The green listened as they were directed to the queen’s couch. NepheleMine, we are to go to the queen‘s couch and help the weyrfolk escape. We‘re to bring them to the coast and tell them to hide. The green passed the coordinates along to Hers and the girl wasn’t surprised when she recognized where they were going. Nuoth did so like to swim and they’d been to the coast plenty of times before.
Nephele mounted her dragon and whistled loudly to get people to move out of the way. She didn’t exactly want her green to squash people because they weren’t smart enough to move. Nuoth careful moved to the queen’s couch and nodded her head in greeting to Jingth. The bronze had said carry only two if they were a green but Nuoth was certain a child and two people wouldn’t be a burden to her. Gently to one of the weyrfolk the green said, You and your child may come up. Nephele had the green crouch and offer her foreleg to assist the pair up even as she leaned down and offered an arm. The child was seated in front of her and she wrapped an arm about their waist while the mother settled behind her. Mother settled on Nephele’s shoulder as the green and her passenger’s went between to the coast.
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Ack! Eikane was careful not to drop Nautic as he squirmed but if he didn’t stop soon the gold handler would have no choice. He sighed with relief as the green handler settled with a mumble. At any other time he probably would have smirked about carrying the other man in his arms but it really wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He blinked as he was approached by S’kor and he managed to say, “There’s not much more you can do,” he said, careful to keep any annoyance out of his voice. It wasn’t really the man’s fault people had been injured. “I’ll just get Nautic to the healers since he can’t walk on his own. Eikask also needs to stay with the blue or he might snap at those trying to help him.” He was aware of Morreliath’s orders to the whers through his gold.
Beyond letting Hers know what the bronze winged one wanted she otherwise ignored him. Fighters? Survivors? What did he know about whers! Most of them couldn’t see, despite what coverage the hatching grounds provided. She only had her minimal sight because of her blindfold. Not to mention they were dead tired, all of them because whers were night creatures. Stupid bronze. He should know that much at least. She kept her attention on Dmisk though she was aware of the tiny gold addressing her. Amusing little creature, trying to flatter her into staying. She would have anyways. Eikask watched the approach of a girl and she let her approach Dmisk because she too intended to help. The look did not go unnoticed though Erilena was lucky she was able to see it. She offered to share her vision with the blue should he like to see just who was assisting him.
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Dy’shi nodded at what Eliah was saying. Yes, getting the fire put out was something pretty important. He turned to fully look at his companion with worry as he started coughing. As much to hint that he should do so to as to protect himself he pulled up the headband around his neck. The sooner the fire was out the less smoke there’d be in total. At the comforting from the older boy the young weyrling smiled, though the expression was hidden. Eliah was right. Chakraith was a smart young dragon and she was indeed very calm. He’d never seen her troubled and he was beginning to doubt it was possible for her to be.
The blue was busy shovelling sand on the fire when she heard Morreliath’s instructions and she paused for a moment. She didn’t know much about fire only that if air was all that was needed to put it out the flames would have gone by now. Without being sure the blue wouldn’t argue but she didn’t fan the fire with her wings. She continued to throw sand on it and as she heard her clutch brother’s announcement she was convinced she had done the right thing. The sand had been helping so there was no need to try a different method now.
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Post by midnight on Feb 3, 2010 21:39:51 GMT -5
Meagen watched everything going on. Some followed what she said about the smoke. Then the message rang through her mind. About getting the Senior Weyrlings to get people out. She looked around, and noticed that people didn't seem to be doing much. "You heard him!! Start getting people on dragons!" She called out. She could at least do something. People weren't doing anything. She had to do something, and she wouldn't be mollified till children were safe.
"Women and Children first!" She called out as she motioned towards some of the Senior Weyrlings. "You were given orders, follow them shardit!" She said lightly. She stalked towards the Queens couch. "Injured can be treated, but we need to get the children and more important people out first. Gold Riders, need to go. I don't care if I'm just a Weyrperson now, someone has to get things going. Ladies PLEASE go. You are the hope of the Weyr, it's future. Go now!" She stated.
Where had this come from? This need to get the chaos down. She looked around and then up. "They are calming the fires the down. We need to get people out before smoke inhalation kills them." She said rather firmly. The girl may have no rank, but this was a situation were someone needed to take control. "They won't stop, I've seen them fight before." She stated as she looked around. She had to help somehow, something more.
"Tell me what I can do to help with the injured." She said in a smooth voice. She wanted to help badly, but she couldn't leave till she had seen all the children out of there. She'd get out once she had made sure that people had gotten out first. She wanted the others out first. She ripped a section of her tunic off and wrapped it around her face. Her eyes focusing ahead of her. The smoke stung, and it caused a faint dusting look to appear on her face. Her eyes watered, making treks down her face as she let the tears cleanse her eyes.
She ducked her head low, wincing for a moment as her face stung a little. She was still healing from the blow K'lir had dealt her. Eight perfect lines went from under her eyes to her chin. Pink and now looking a little standoutish against her features.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Feb 4, 2010 2:05:04 GMT -5
Kierjaarth was completely and totally offended by Morreliath's response, but to be honest Kier was offended by just about any comment that even somewhat suggested he wasn't the most intelligent dragon on that half of Pern, so really this was not anything out of the ordinary. The dragon grumbled darkly and sought out to reply to the dragon that was in charge...even though he was the junior...even though it made zero sense to him (Mi'rah could care less on the other hand), I never said anything about diving down on them now did I? It was his way of calling the other bronze a brat, but he just knew his rider would probably die from the embarrassment, so instead he got to growl in his spot high up in the sky.
You shouldn't get so riled up....I'm... he couldn't even lie and say that he was thinking anymore. He suddenly stopped caring. There was suddenly a flicker of the coldest logic and he realized exactly how little he had invested into this. He couldn't call this his Weyr really, he was too new and too fresh to it. Mi'rah was still a veritable man with no country now. He did have the slightest inklings of loyalty to S'rei, if only because he was a familiar face amongst the southerners, but then again he was equally convinced that he was attached to the Weyrleader's wing only because Ka'rys or Ciceroth didn't want him. It had nothing to do with anybody liking one another really. Mi'rah had even less reason to care about Sel'n or Kaaoloth. It was nothing personal in the slightest, and since a little bit of that good old anti Fort prejudice still ran in him, the only care he could exhibit was the general concern humans felt for one another.
But at this point even that was wavering.
The bronzerider himself would have been of mind to hand the sharding defectors over himself if this whole situation didn't just scream trap, and really the poor weyrfolk didn't deserve to get caught in the whole mess. It seemed that he was extremely powerless at the moment...but hey...how was that any different than every day life for him? He felt a prickling against his skin and immediately pulled a salamandyr out of his shirt. Carefully he petted the quivering creature, it did after all embody everything sweet and good about this place, Lovely strangers don't hurt Rahmine please! See Mimic-Eggbrother-Mine? "No, no. I'm sorry. It'll be over soon, you'll see your brother."
Conversely his dragon asked, What do you plan on doing? Nothing. Nothing? But /that/ one is sending us to guard Kaaoloth... Nope, look, Frosstyth decided to go. We obviously don't need to all be crowding around him... Which was a shame because that took away the one other dragon that was one board with him. Ah, but mine, I thought that you were planning on following orders? Oh Fine! The pair tagged along feeling like a third wheel and feeling distinctly like this whole idea was going to get them killed. The rider was of half a mind to just plop himself and Kierjaarth back into the jungle again.
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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 Feb 4, 2010 7:34:55 GMT -5
Blinking at Jingth's voice, M'ta did as he was bid, though his responsibility still remained seeing to Meira's safety. Responsibility, yes, but Riaren was his nephew. His weyrmate's son. If they could get him out of here...and he wouldn't ask her to not help evacuate the others. He simply wouldn't. One, it wouldn't work, and secondly, he didn't agree that anyone was important enough to let everyone else suffocate. Not when they could help. He took Riaren from Meira, leaning in close to her so she could hear him and he wouldn't have to shout over the noise. "We need to get Kaegan out, too. Behruth can help evacuate if you're willing to leave Riaren with her at the coast?" Then Riaren would be safe and he'd still be able to keep an eye on Meira. Besides...Behruth was antsy, doing nothing while the flames leapt.
"Let Ruth give her coordinates to the clearing he's in...he can't Between without me and if he flies directly he might give us away." Glancing at Meagen as she yelled, a brief, wry smile flickered over his lips. Yeah, they were trying.
X'rx and Eveyth had both made it to the queen's couch, trying their best to help with the injured and help organize the weyrfolk - most of whom X'rx knew - so that the evacuation could move faster. Eveyth brushed X'rx's mind with Ysaloth's suggestion, the young man nodding. He wetted down cloths for both of them, fixing one to her head first before he covered his own mouth and nose. Nodding to some of the weyrfolk to do likewise, his Eveyth continued to converse with the surrounding dragons, and by now he knew she was deliberately blocking him from some of those. X'rx was thankful, though. He was getting...well, he wanted to just curl up in a corner and hide. Or scream. Right now helping with friends and family was keeping him more or less grounded, but it was a tenuous thread at best.
He says to cover nose and mouth, brothers. It is a good idea. I know that he may not be telling the truth about everything... She loved her brothers, but they were a touch overprotective. Eveyth had no intention of leaving when Ysaloth had made it clear he'd meant to hurt them. Not when they had other options and other orders. She was just trying to share what he was saying, but maybe she should turn to the adults instead. The little green addressed Morreliath: I am talking to Ysaloth. He says that he doesn't intend to hurt us, that we should come out of the smoke and some things are necessary since you will not listen to him because he doesn't glitter. I do not believe him...he let them set fire to the stands. But what would you like me to say to him?
And, because it would seem odd if she didn't reply and Morreliath might be able to use this (Eveyth was a logical creature, for all that she was young) the green addressed the brown once more, We have gotten some to cover their faces as you said. Mine has, too. But they are panicking. I've told my brothers what you said; they will do what must be done. The words were chosen carefully. She hoped he wouldn't figure it out...she really did.
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Post by tarra on Feb 4, 2010 10:24:13 GMT -5
OOC> To make it easier to see, I've bolded the names of people S'kor or Morreliath are directly speaking to - there are quite a few. Cyclone riders, you may wish to wait for Sym to put down Ysaloth's actions before going through with Morreliath's orders S'kor and Morreliath They hated him. He could see it in the blackened faces, the sideway glances, the mutters that stopped whenever he approached and started again behind when he had passed. Even Eikane, polite though he was, had careful control in his voice as he spoke. S'kor nodded and dropped back to let the gold wherhandler pass by. I'm doing the best I can, can't you all see? he thought desparately, trying to think despite the hopelessness and shame clouding his mind. Did they think it was so easy to be given the charge of nearly two-thirds of the Weyr, let alone supervise both a wing and the entire defense of this place whilst their Weyrleader fought some other battle on the other side of Selenitas? Learned Threadfighter though he was, and used to taking initiative for his wing members' actions during Fall, nothing in his experience had ever prepared him for what he was being forced to do now: be responsible for lives, not one or to but dozens, nearly a hundred. Not to mention an entire wing. Morreliath's confidence, if anything, was the only reason he did not hand over control to Kierjaath at once, tranforming himself once more into the competant wingsecond, able to settle matters under a higher-ranking rider's lead. You cannot give up now, the bronze's voice leaked into his mind: soft, calm and soothing, You've come too far, and they look to you. Aye, yes, they did. And it seemed like some measure of sanity was finally returning as the fires died - people were moving, people were being evacuated post-haste. He turned his head at the sound of a girl's voice nearby, and the hazy brown eyes glinted as he watched Meagan call the people within her voice range to order. Who was that one? He had certainly never seen her before. He slipped past her on the way to the queen's couch, and patted her shoulder as he went, "Good show - keep them moving, we'll get them out of here yet." Another voice, a more familiar one, was ringing nearby, and in spite of everything the bronzerider could not keep the amused quirk from his lips as he espied Hoayamae terrifying a couple of drudges into being momentary firefighters. Pausing beside her, he tapped her shoulder to get her attention, "Mae, think you might want to start helping to get people to the dragons and whers. They're evacuating them, and the women, children and wounded must go first. The fire's burning out, time to get out before Fort comes." He went on, stopping at odd times to yell at people to start moving to the senior weyrlings and whers (or shouting at senior weyrlings and whers to hurry and start evacuating). An unwelcome thought stole into his mind just then: how were they going to get Dmitri and Dmisk out? Or the junior weyrlings for that matter? Those youngsters could not even fly yet, let alone be carried between from the ground. He bit his lip, trying to force out a solution, and was suddenly beside Darya. He blinked, realised who she was, and felt his heart swell with sudden hope, "Darya, we have to get the Junior Weyrlings out. Do you think Azrath and you can between them from the ground? I doubt the Senior Weyrlings can, but I can't see how they'll get out otherwise." Back at the entrance to the Grounds, Morreliath felt himself seethe despite his outward calm, watching the insolent little brown gloat as if he were in control of the whole thing. Which he was - mostly. The bronze was not going to let him get away with it, even if those fools in the Hatching Grounds kept holding back his actions with their delays. The evacuation was proceeding, but it was going forward far slower than he would have liked. No doubt they were getting the flames under control, but they could not seriously expect to stay holed in there much longer. He appealed to every weyrling and wher again, his cool voice leaving no doubt as to its authenticity, its grim honesty. Senior weyrlings, whers, please hurry. Fort is readying to attack. And attack they were going to, if that grouping into pairs was anything to go by. They were losing patience. Ysaloth's words inflammed him, made him want to charge and tear the brown up on the spot - only S'kor's words, quick and temperate, stilled him, Morry, you know that's no use. Wise S'kor - sometimes his rider really had the right of things. Settling his flared wings and raised haunches, he eyed the brown with red-shot eyes. It was then that Everyth addressed him. A tremor ran through the bronze's spine as his eyes whirled a crimson shade of red. They had gone behind him to bespeak his weyrlings, the weyrlings under his charge and care. They dared to...! A soft snarl revealed his anger, but his mindvoice was soft - if cold - as he took the little green's mind gently. You are right not to. Kaaoloth showed you the fires outside - Ysaloth and his dragons set that, and they may try to set us on fire too. Do not speak to him little one, he is trying to confuse you. I will do the speaking to him. Extending his mindvoice to the entire Hatching grounds, he gave a quick command, Weyrlings, do not speak to the strange dragons! They set the ground and stands on fire to hurt you and they will try to lure you out to be hurt more! Do not speak to them - tell me if they speak to you!To Ysaloth he turned a gleaming red eye, talons digging into the earth - You announced your intentions by coming here with a fighting wing, after my Wingleader had denied your requests. What did that speak of - how could we know you were not coming to punish us for that? And now you dare bespeak my weyrlings, thinking to turn them on me? That is even less peaceful in nature, he intoned to the brown, furling his wings back and then foward in agitated movements. Air billowed with the motions, forcing some circulation into the Hatching Grounds behind him. He stood with his head inclined, even as he replied to Kaaoloth privately, I will bring them there myself if I need to, Kaaoloth; High Reaches is not worth this. But I want a guarantee that they will not harm the others when they have what they want. Ysaloth refuses to satisfy me on that. Until he does, there is no point in giving anyone over - they might take you and then kill us all anyway. He extended his soft and cold mindvoice to the whole of Cyclone whilst growling and lashing his tail around his hind legs in show for Ysaloth, as if the brown's enforcement of their position was agitating him with indecision, I know you are all restless, but we need not wait long. I asked you to hold back because an attack might drive them into attacking the Grounds; they look ready to do that regardless. Cyclone might not be the match of a Fort wing in coordination, but of all the wing's dragons present only Frosstyth and Saboth were somewhat lacking in true, brutal combat experience. Rinagth would be at the coast to defend the evacuating folk. The rest of them numbered seven, not counting himself, against the eight Fortians. Some might look to outside help, or to a resolution from other sources; but Morreliath planned only for what might happen if help never came. The Fortians were strong in agility, with more blues and greens than browns, and no bronzes at all. But his own wing was strong in power and endurance; if they managed to close with the smaller dragons there would be no contest at all. He spoke to the whole of Cyclone again. I am going to pretend to give in - it will distract and they will try to secure me and the entrance. Attack before they can do either - in that off-moment when they are watching me come out. Your aim is to drive them from this entrance, and from the general vicinity of the Hatching Grounds so that they cannot spit more fire in. They attack in coordination, we've seen that. We have always practised betweening in coordination during Threadfall - do the same now. Come into the area above Ysaloth together with a loose circle formation - Kierjaath, Mirazeth, Frosstyth and Kaaoloth will form the center; Sonarth, Saboth and Inocenth will form the outer ring. The blues will circle the browns and bronze, drawing the attackers in and flaming at them outside the circle. Kierjaath and the browns will close on and rend any dragon trying to engage the blues; cover the blues with flame too as needed.
As soon as you have regained the area, split up into pairs: Mirazeth and Frosstyth will take the roof position of the Grounds, circled by Sonarth and Saboth; Kierjaath will cover that second small entrance, with Inocenth and Kaaoloth flying cover for him. Be ready. He could not micro-manage all of them - they would have to think for themselves under the general plan he had pronounced. He only hoped that by adapting the strategy and pairing them off, they would stand a better chance against the Fortians. Shifting forward now, he hissed at Ysaloth, head lowering slightly as if he would not admit the defeat staring him in the face. Within the Sands, S'kor heard his bronze bespeak him and cut off whatever conversation he had been having with Darya as he started scrambling back to the entrance. Morreliath was glad that the image he had earlier sent the Fortian brown of the Hatching Grounds was blurred, just enough for a view of panicked weyrfolk and werylings with a fire nearby, but not enough to be used as a coordinate. He kept the whole of Cyclone in the loop with his conversations with the brown, so that they might know what was happening, I have already shown you who is within the Hatching Grounds, and I tell you again the High Reaches dragons are not here. They are in the dragon weyrs, and I will show you which ones. My only asking is that you do not harm the people inside. For that, I need a guarantee. I present myself before you as my own guarantee - send two of your wing down as I have asked. He started to move forward from the entrance, knowing that even this little space he moved would give more ventilation to the people inside. His gait was proud and angry, slow in its reluctance; his head was high and his talons scored the ground as he hissed small rivulets of fire and smoke . He was not giving up, his actions said - he was just doing what he needed to do to save his people. Though he went smoothly, he did not intend to be more than half out of the entrance before the Cyclone Wing struck...
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Feb 5, 2010 19:19:49 GMT -5
M'kai and Futh were fully confused now. Too many different orders! But it was S'kor that had asked him to get everyone to the center, and to get the Weyrfolk to throw sand on the growing fire. With a nod at the Bronzerider- he had a nearly impossible job, with this many people to watch AND a wing to command- M'kai and Futh headed for the flames, informing anyone who seemed lost along the way of what they should be doing. In true form, M'kai heard Mavenath broadcasting almost exactly what S'kor had just asked of him. Figured that Cr'oph would somehow be able to pick that up.
The pair tried to put the fire out until Morreliath called to them again. Evacuate the Sands? But the senior weyrlings barely knew how to go between, and the juniors could not at all! Well, practice made perfect, right? M'kai swung onto Futh's back, ducking low to avoid the smoke, and headed for Jingth. Then he had an idea. Should we have the whers take the injured to the weyrs, instead of the coast? he asked, mindvoice gentle and submissive. Angering the gold was the last thing he wanted to do.
Yosk was sent a comforting thought- yes, she was doing exactly right to do what Eikask asked. Then Piden looked the new bronzehandler up and down as she ran over (not 100% innocently, either). Man, he REALLY didn't know any of the new Wherhandlers. He'd have to rectify that somehow, assuming any of them got out of here alive. Two whers were hurt already, and Pidesk was distraught, but Piden knew there was nothing they could do. Healers were taking care of it.
Turning to Eikane for orders (Piden was done listening to dragons, Whers should be able to direct themselves!), his jaw dropped. Eikane was gone, and only the young bronze and his handler were left with Piden and Pidesk. He spotted a flash of gold hide over by the damaged bluehandler. Well, Piden didn't object. Golds were supposed to take care of their own, right? And Bronzes took control.
When Morreliath contacted him, Pidesk growled quietly, picking up some of his handler's anger at dragons. Fools, trying to control what they did not understand. But evacuating WAS a good idea, and no one else was making it happen. Pidesk raised his voice in a melancholy croon, something all the whers would recognize as the voice of another wher before sending a message. They should come to him first, and he would organize them. All the Whers, to Piden and Pidesk near the queen's couch! "Come on," he called to Ariya, waving the other bronzepair to follow him to Jingth.
- Tenlie is helping move supplies. If anyone needs her to help with anything feel free to grab her. There is also burn ointment with the supplies... *eyes it*
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Feb 5, 2010 20:17:18 GMT -5
Roivao was quickly losing track of what was going on. The fire was still going out of control and efforts to stop it didn't seem to be helping as much as he might have hoped. Somehow, in their efforts they had gotten pushed away from the others, and Roisks eyes were starting to hurt. It would only get worse if they were forced outside. At least Tiida was safe enough. Annoying as she was at times, Roi hated the thought of her hurt. He was sure Misfit would take care of her though.
A familiar call came over the crackle of fire and the confusion of peoples voices. Roisk responded in kind, relaying Pidesk order to any others who could not hear. All whers to the queen. They must organize or all was lost. Roi couldn't help feeling relieved. He felt bad for not taking charge himself, but despite his experience with battle, leading wasn't his strong suite. Roisk was much better at that then he was. Roi climbed on to the bronze's back and touched his mind with familiar ease. "Close your eyes. I will guide you."
Roisk complied, relieved to have the burden taken from him. With Roivao leading him, he took a few small jumps over the flames to reach Pidesk and the others. They were evacuating, he had gathered. Roi wasn't so sure if that was wise. Fort dragons were certainly waiting for them outside. But they couldn't risk the young ones in all this smoke, that was certain. Roi rubbed Roisks back for comfort and nodded to Piden, silent confirmation that he would accept the other's commands.
Tiida curled herself around Misfit's back, careful to to interfere with his wings. She whimpered quietly. She was so glad he was here. There were bad things everywhere and her's and the shiny beast were in the middle of it. She didn't want anything to happen to any of them, but she was so small. She snuggled closer and turned her head to watch behind her brown sweet heart. At least she could keep him safe.
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Hoayamae rubbed sand off her hands with her apron. Looked like the fire was getting to be a lost cause. A mismatch of orders was leaking through. They were leaving? Wasn't that what they weren't supposed to do? Mae scowled. Trust dragon riders to forget that the common folk can't hear dragons. With everyone running in every direction and voices getting muddled in the noise, it was impossible to figure out what was going on. They did seem to be getting ready to go, however, and Mae wasn't just going to stand around like a frightened weyrbrat.
"You lot!" She snapped at her band of helpers. "Go help with the supplies. And see that the children get out first!" She'd die before she let any harm come to the little ones. As they ran off, Mae limped over to a small child, hiding under a bench. "Come on, love. Don't fret." She scooped up the crying girl and made her way towards the Senior Weyrlings. One of them had to have room enough for the little one.
Aha! Mae spotting a blue dragon and his rider over by the young queen. They looked free enough. Mae hobbled over, surprisingly fast with her handicap. She reached Futh's side and practically shoved the screaming child into M'kai's arms. Normally she would be more gentle, but they didn't have time. "Don't dawdle, boy!" she barked. She was in no mood for questions or confusion. "There's work to be done!"
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Feb 5, 2010 20:49:38 GMT -5
Still so much going on. Meira leaned forward instinctively towards M’ta to listen to the brownrider’s words as soon as he’d made his way to Jingth’s side; the gold watched in intent silence as Nuoth vanished between – hopefully she’d be okay. The dragon’s mind brushed, comforting, against Meira’s, as the goldrider nodded; she didn’t know Kaegan too terribly well, but she’d have to trust her with Riaren for now – she had Kai, too, so it shouldn’t be too much a burden. “Okay, yeah – where’s Kaegan, then…?” She glanced at Riaren, nervous; the baby seemed okay with being transferred to M’ta and had attached himself to the brownrider’s shirt, coughing and whining softly.
I’ll get Millieth’s, Jingth interrupted soothingly. Trilaranth’s has a hurt one, there is a girl talking at you, and Futh suggests that the injured be taken to the weyrs. The report was quick and simple, before Jingth added, crouching to let M’ta onto her back with Riaren, I like Futh’s idea.
“Um, um…” She was stammering, twisting her hands together now that her arms were free of baby, and Meira spun towards R’ven automatically. “I need to help evacuate right now – ” Good thing he was close, or else she would’ve gone completely unheard and Jingth was busy at the moment too. “ – the whers will take the injured to the Weyrs, can you help him get to them?” She was trying not to look at Dmitri; she’d feel awful (or, even more awful) if she saw him and didn’t try, but there wasn’t time. “There’ll be people there to help and I’ll come after everyone else is out…sorry – ”
Nuoth, clutchsiblings – do not return for a second load until everyone has arrived at the Coast, and go one at a time. Be organized, no collisions. Bespeaking dragons wasn’t too bad, but bespeaking humans was. So foreign, their minds. Hmph. Jingth pressed against Kaegan’s mind. Grab your hatchling and get up; we’re leaving and MeiraLove wants you to take the Riarenhatchling once we arrive at the Coast. Come. She exhaled in a puff of air, though she didn’t falter as she turned to brush against Eikask’s mind. Would you and the other whers be willing to transport the injured to the Rider Weyrs? It’s more hygienic than the coast. ‘ruth, I need an image for /between/…
As soon as all of her passengers had mounted and she had the image confirmed, Jingth backed away from the couch and the number of people and dragons swarming. Three full-sized humans and two babies. Hmm. Not too heavy. Her wings flared wide before she threw herself into the air. Not quite as elegant as she usually was – thank the crowded spaces; she didn’t want to smack anyone over the head, be they dragon, wher, or human. She felt Meira inhale, choke, and then catch her breath in her throat as she spiraled towards the top of the Hatching Sands and then blinked between.
One – two – three –
Air – clean air, breathable air, air that didn’t cause coughing and choking – Meira drew in a breath as Jingth dropped her wings to land, neatly, next to Behruth, crooning a greeting that was, all things considered, extraordinarily pleasant. She crouched, turning to watch M’ta as Meira turned, reaching out automatically for Riaren as Mimic popped up out of her shirt, hiccupped, and then hummed happily at Kaegan. Because Kaegan had Dash and he liked Dash~
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Post by rii on Feb 5, 2010 23:33:53 GMT -5
Trilaranth pulled his wing back when Feyrianth took over his position of shielding Dmisk's eyes. For a moment he watched Erilena work over the burns, feeding the information to His. The brown's head began to droop, his wings hanging loosely next to his body. The whole scene was tiring him.. or .. maybe it was the smoke. Either way, Trilaranth lightly nuzzled his sweet greensister before wading through the crowd back toward his.
R'ven felt the disappointment mount on his shoulders, a touch of anger seething in the back of his mind, but did well to not let any of it show. His jaw was firm as he nodded to Meira – riders were needed with their dragons to jump between. He understood that. He did. But.. Dmitri..
The smith looked down at the wounded harper. Burns, R'ven had his fair share of such over the turns. The white scars littered thickly over his arms spoke enough of his profession intimately involved with the forge. He had seen the worst happen to others (thankfully not himself). His brown wrinkled in effort to remember how those people had been treated. A difficult task because he never thought he would have to repeat those actions.
"Isn't it.. " R'ven head lifted as he begain to voice a question, but Meira was already gone. It was dangerous, wasn't it, to move people between without protection. That's why riders had their leathers. It seemed even less wise to move someone with injuries so.. open all over their body. The smith began to look around the chaos. He needed something to cover Dmitri up if they were going to move him.. and it would probably do well for the other burn victims..
Spotting a somewhat familiar face (one he only remember because of shared candidate lessons, most of his class had gone on to impress to whers.. ) R'ven quickly made his way over to lay a hand on Yoalla's shoulder. "Hey – you – uh – You're taking people to the empty weyrs? Could you.. grab some blankets to bring back here? Dmitri's burned really badly and I don't think he should be moved without being covered. Please?"
He didn't linger, more concerned that someone might get the idea of trying to move the more severely wounded without protection. Sending Yoalla a pleading look – she wouldn't refuse, would she? – R'ven moved back over to the queen's couch.
I am tired mine.. Trilaranth informed his before laying against the stone wall of the couch. We are going to be here a while. We'll just stay put for now, okay?
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 6, 2010 4:53:34 GMT -5
Darya pinched the bridge of her nose as if that would clear her head somehow, but it carried on spinning in a way she suspected was just as much due to frustrated anger as smoke inhalation and the chaos around her. There were more than a few sets of orders, some conflicting, being relayed to her by Azrath, and she tried to filter out things that were important of her and the weyrlings she was supposed to be responsible for. Well evacuation seemed like one of the best ideas so far, her lungs already felt the bottom of a fireplace, how well were the children, those fighting the flames, and her weyrlings faring? How was she to get her weyrlings out anyway? They hadn’t even learned to glide yet, and though the sands and the burning stands would provide plenty of lift Darya didn’t really think this was the best time for them to learn, and the images of the outside of the hatching grounds Kaaoloth had passed onto Azrath looked less than hopeful. For people claiming to be non aggressive the Fortians were certainly limiting their options. The bluerider growled softly as she elbowed her way through a knot of weyrfolk. Caught like tunnelsnakes in a trap.
Within a few feet of dragon, most of her class, and the edges of the fire Darya was thrust rudely sideways by some shifting of the crowd, she could only hope they were moving in the right direction this time. As luck would have it though, she was moved nearer to S’kor, in one moment she could have stabbed him for stating the completely bloody obvious and in the next kissed him for providing a solution she wouldn’t have thought of. Luckily for the bronzerider there wasn’t time for her to do either. ‘It’ll probably be awkward but I think we can manage it.’ she replied instantly, her thoughts already taking new shapes around this plan. Without another word Darya vanished on a beeline for Azrath, and if S’kor was still talking to her, too bad for him. Azrath, did you get that?
Yes. It’s lucky they aren’t bigger.[/color] the blue commented, well aware of his limitations. Out of sight of those prying eyes I think. The clearing where we learn to glide? I know Morreliath said coast but our weyrlings will be terribly visible against the sand and there’s no cover. Do I tell Rinagth or leave her to watch the weyrfolk?[/color]
Leave. Darya answered. Having a bright green circling over our heads will make us a very clear target. Aside from that Darya recalled Rinagth as one of the more flighty and temperamental greens, unreliable in her opinion, and therefore better out of the way.
Azrath paused in his work and addressed the junior weyrlings, wherever they were scattered about on the grounds. Morreliath’s wants you out of here, and so does Darya. To that end could you report to me here, we will move you.[/color]
‘I’ll take it everyone understood that.’ Darya came loping up to Azrath’s side, speaking to the weyrlings that were present. ‘We’re to move you between from the ground, so we have to take one at a time and it won’t be comfortable for anyone. We’re going to a clearing in the jungle, as soon as you’re there, hit the treeline and find somewhere to hide. Try to stay in pairs, all this will probably have driven the felines and things out there to ground but I don’t want to take chances with you. You find anything you can’t handle out there, get you dragon to contact Azrath. Anything I’ve forgotten to tell you that you desperately need to know? If not forward Cr’oph and Mavenath. You two seem to be able to keep thing organised, so you’re going first.’ The bluerider glared around, no less the terrible tyrant because admitted that she might possible care about them.
((J’on and Rinagth are along the coast somewhere that’s judged to be safe, or at least safer, Rina’s throwing a wobbly because Kaao is hers.
Yoalla and Yosk are mildly singed, Yoalla’s fretting over her market value as she loads Yosk up with an assortment of injured and children.
The Devil is still threatening to eat babies.
That’s all from me this morning, see you after work.))
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Post by Sheari on Feb 6, 2010 10:49:57 GMT -5
They had remained a small pair in the back of the grounds. Anusha had decided to remain out of a majority of any fighting that may erupt on the sands. The green was simply too uncoordinated to be much help. They had just mastered flying with mishaps, no need to push the matter. However, the greenweyrling had just then put combat skills at the top of their list of things to work on. How is it that the entire senior weyrling class had nearly reached full maturity, if not already, but were moistly unable to fight? They had not even learned to use firestone and barley even between! Anusha pondered on why the group was there. True, besides having actual wings there, they were the oldest available, but that didn't remedy the fact. Do not fret, AnuMine, I'm sure we will be fine.[/i] The young woman drew little comfort from her mindmate's words. It seemed everyone was trying to take control and the order was given for the senior weyrlings to mount up. Anusha climbed into the straps of her green, securing them with ease. Akos popped from between and landed on Minth's head. He had come, despite being told to remain in the weyr. Anusha scowled but did nothing. Fire! Flame could be sen down the shaft in the rock for the human entrance, some it licked at the sands. Minth was about to go into action to help douse the flames but others had already gone to assist the bronze that had started the effort to kill the fire. Evacuation? Minth made her way to the couch that everyone was heading to. Once she had made it Anusha got down to help up the couple of people the pair could take at a time. We are to go to the coast, love, and once there you must tell them to hide and be quiet.[/color] a mental 'nod' was the reply to the green as the young woman climbed into the riding leathers and strapped herself in. "Hold on," she said to her passengers. Minth pushed off, caught air with her wings and in a moment, winked between. With no riding gear to protect them, the people would be exposed to the the cold void, but it would not be long enough to cause harm. In a just as quick moment, they were all greeted by the air of the coastline that suddenly felt so very warm. Minth landed and waited for everyone else to get there. ~*~ He wanted to fight! They both did! Maybe Weith couldn't breathe fire just yet, but he had teeth and claws, and R'men had a...very crude...sharpened kitchen knife! No matter how nice glory seemed, it was as far out of reach as the stars. So the weyrlingpair had positioned themselves behind the whers, just as they had been instructed. They would get a fight if someone tried to break through. But no, instead, fire erupted through the Stands entrance. The bronze, Mavenath, called for assistance in dousing the flames and R'men went to help but was stopped. Jingth bespoke them; evacuate. Why must we listen to her, R'menmine? "Now is not the time to argue who is giving orders," came R'men's curt reply. Smoke was slowly filling the place and soon not only would the smoke be overwhelming and choke them out, but the heat from the fire would increase the heat of the sands and drive them out as well. Jingth says we must go to the Coast.[/i] Between made the man nervous. It was cold and with this many people milling about and dragons in the air collisions might happen. Any other time and his normal confidence might have been present, but not now. R'men held on with his legs as the bronze made his way to the queen's couch. No point in strapping himself in if he were just getting off anyway. Thank you, Weith.[/b] The couch was full of swarming people and weyrlings. Some had already gone between, which made it easier to maneuver. The young bronze made himself as small as possible, crouching low and folding his wings in as tight as he could. Tail curling in and around him. The man slipped off, "We can take two at a time," he said. He didn't want to over stress Weith by taking more. There would be plenty of trips to make.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 6, 2010 11:49:32 GMT -5
Was Kaaoloth a fool? Ysaloth strongly suspected so. The brown resisted the urge to twitch his tail in defiance. He could offer no promises that the brown would believe – but his intention was truly not to harm weyrlings. What good did that do anyone? On the practical level, keeping the violence to a minimum benefitted him: they were the ones outnumbered. More skilled, certainly, but outnumbered nonetheless and even a thousand vtol bugs could take down a dragon if they teamed up to try. The comparison was very accurate to the situation with Selenitas. His goal was simple: accomplish his weyrleader’s orders, and nothing else. He did not care for political garbage and his feelings regarding the defectors meant nothing in the face of survival. His tail twitched, annoyance whirling through his eyes. Headstrong. Foolish. These southerners wanted to be wiped off of Pern. He would’ve felt sorry for them if they weren’t causing him such irritation. As it was, his tolerance was growing steadily more thin, and Ysaloth was a patient dragon. His wing was considerably less so, and their anxiety was grating his nerves.
You have my word alone, and that is all that I can offer you. Nothing I suggest will be believed; you and these others are quite determined to believe me a monster. Allow me to remind you that you attacked first with words, presumptuously; or rather, your leader did. Our acts of hostility have been to defend ourselves and make a point. Two of yours attacked mine. You surely realize we could have crushed them like the bugs they are. We refrained. What more proof do you require to understand that pointless harm is not in our best interest?
The agitation managed to thread itself into his voice and Ysaloth did nothing to hide it. The attempts to vilify them were irritating at best; troublesome at worst. His mind was already formulating a plan. Eying Morreliath, the brown dragon cocked his head to the side. Eveyth’s response did not receive words – not initially – because Morreliath chose that moment to spoke and any tolerance Ysaloth had for the Southerners evaporated immediately. The little green he’d been trying to be nice to was just as fool as the rest. All children. And all would die.
So presumptuous, bronze. Did I not say that compromise was no longer on the table? You’ve refused our offers, our attempts at kindness – yes, we burnt the ground, but grass grows back and should not have existed on a Weyr in the first place. Yes, we burnt your stands –after your dragons tried to harm two of mine. You have provoked all attacks. Know this: you have brought any deaths today on yourself. And there will be many. Morreliath’s offer was blatantly declined. He wasn’t willing to compromise, not after yet another insult. In that moment, all of the Fort dragons went between at the same time – with only Ysaloth’s words, projected to all the dragons inside as their only warning. The coordination of the eight dragons was near to flawless – as was their timing. Nothing to indicate where they were going at all.
When they reappeared, it was as one unified force directly in front of Kaaoloth and the dragons guarding him… but it wasn’t the brown that any of them dove for. Two blues and a green dove for the highest threat target: not the largest dragon, no, the fastest of the ones present – Inocenth. The three flew in coordination: one from the bottom, another from the top and the last from the side not presented toward Kaaoloth. Claws stretched out to tear into hide and wings – aiming to rip and shred them to pieces, to knock the dark blue dragon to the ground. A second green – Dreamyth – wove from above and actually snapped out to grasp and forcibly tear F’ur from Inocenth in her mouth – no doubt causing a handful of puncture wounds and bruises in the process. She didn’t linger though, swerving away from the fighting. Her goal differed greatly from that of her peers.
The other green and blue, acting as a pair, swerved around to dive at Frosstyth. Their claws outstretched, the green aimed for the brown’s wings while the blue swiped at his underside, both flying in perfect harmony of one another. The two browns, on the other hand, had chosen to tackle bigger prey: Kierjaarth. Ysaloth was smaller than his companion and for that reason, he dove toward Kierjaarth’s wings from behind. The larger blue, ascending from below, raised his claws toward the straps that held his rider in place; eliminate the rider and the dragon would soon follow. None of them attacked Kaaoloth – but he wasn’t forgotten. Not by a longshot…
((OOC: Please don’t kill my riders. Or mortally wound them. Or you know, piss me off by having your character miraculously escape unscathed while beating on them. Remember these are seasoned fighters. React appropriately. And yes, I told Req what I was doing in advance. xP ))
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Post by mierce on Feb 6, 2010 13:02:17 GMT -5
Harmonyth’s faceted eyes narrowed as the events around them unfolded. People and dragon-kind alike were skittering about; the smoldering smoke from the burnt stands was becoming increasingly irritating to her nostrils; the queen’s couch was becoming awkwardly crowded with activity. She wasn’t claustrophobic, but after this ordeal she may well become so. Cer’c, on the other hand had taken to climbing atop of Harmonyth’s back for a better vantage point, smoke inhalation be damned. In a way, it was a little more comfortable than being at the ground level with everyone pushing and shoving into him.
Wow, they’re /really/ destroying the stands! Harmonyth squinted at the very apparent destruction. She didn’t understand why the humans were breaking their own things, but she soon realized that it was to stop the fire from spreading. Alas, it didn’t stop the smoke from rising into the room. Cer’clove, you should come down, she quietly crooned to him. The air here is not good.
Cer’c met her eyes with a curious smile. But /your/ head is up here, too, and you’re breathing okay.
It can’t be helped since I’m so large.
Cer’c scooted forward from the hump of the Green’s back until he could slid down the curve of her spine into the dip between dragon body and neck. The momentum sent him slapping into her neck with an plop. You’re not /that/ big, you know. But that’s okay, because that means you’ll be /fast/! Fastfast/fast/!
Harmonyth grumbled a bit in displeasure. Hers was certainly not taking their situation seriously… She supposed that with all the mixed orders flying around it was a tad hard to really know what to do. The orders then came in for the senior weyrlings to help move weyrfolk to the beach. Betweening. It was not something she knew how to do yet, and that made her even more edgy.
(((Did not add much to story, but Cer’c is still here! ... Being a waste of oxygen, anyway xP.)))
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Post by Rei on Feb 6, 2010 14:17:34 GMT -5
Mavenath strode to Azrath’s side immediately, mainly because he really had no choice in the matter. No he did not want to be the one that went first, but he realized why he had to be the one. He was to be the leader, the one to organize. It was only right.
Cr’oph came to his dragon’s side then and nodded at Darya before vaulting up onto his bronze’s neck. It worried him. Mave was large yes, but he was still a hatchling. Surely none of this would strain him or the others? Truth was that it might but what choice did they have? It was minor injury or death. His only wish was that they could go as a class. It was obvious that they where rapidly running out of time. Hopefully everyone could be removed ok. Really all he could do now was obey and pray to Faranth that no one they loved was hurt.
Azrath. Mine and I are ready but I do ask this. Is it not possible to move us all at once. We are running out of time.
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Erilena had just about finished with Dmisk when Feyrianth touched her mind hesitantly. Lenaminelove. Azrath says we are to meet him and between away from here. Morreliath wants us to go now. The weyrling shook her head. I can’t go. Not yet. The wher can’t be taken between. It could kill him. If we are going to get out it will be on our own feet. Biting her lip so hard that it drew blood, she patted the top of Dmisk’s head. “Ok big guy we are going to try and get you out of here. Can you walk?” Maybe they could slip outside and into the jungle before Fort noticed. Really they didn’t have any other option. If they could find a break in the flame barrier or something…
Feyrianth retracted her wings and shuddered slightly. The binding on Dmisk’s head would serve to protect his eyes from the light. So her wings where no longer needed. Whimpering in her throat she nuzzled the unburned side of the wher. If you can walk, I can be a guide. How where they going to escape? Feyrianth didn’t understand any of it. All she knew was there was far too much panic and smoke. Breathing was getting more difficult.
Erilena grabbed Feyrianth’s head then. “Fey do me a favor. Tell R’ven and Trilaranth to get the handler and follow us. The handler can’t be in any condition to between either. We have to get them out now. While we even have a fraction of a chance. The human entrance. We have to take that. The fire has probably burned down in those area’s anyway. Tell them to meet us there. And for Faranth’s sake tell them to hurry.” The little green raised her head and touched the brown pairs minds. R’ven and Trilaranth. Listen. Giving them the instructions she turned back to Erilena. I have told them. Good love now we need to try and get out of here. I hope they hurry.
Feyrianth took her spot beside Dmisk again. I can support you if you need it my cousin. They are bringing your handler as well. To the gold she offered. We can take it from here. You should get yours out.
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Kaaoloth actually hissed at the other brown’s words. True as they where, how did he trust them? Sel’n placed a shaky hand on the brown’s neck even as the Fort wings appeared before them. Immediately Kaaoloth and Sel’n betweened to a coordinate they had kept in place for just such an occasion. The brown reappeared behind the Fort wing and turned, just in time to witness the attack commence. As F’ur was snatched from Inocenth Kaaoloth growled in rage, his eyes whirling an angry red. How dare they. Sel'n had to be the calm one of the pair apparently. There was nothing we can do for him right now. If they attacked the green, it was likely she would between to get away and besides Kaaoloth was not as fast as she was.
Touching all the dragon and wher minds in the hatching grounds the brown hissed. You have to hurry! You are all running out of time. Azrath get the Juniors out now. Dipping his wings he made for the fighting. Sel’n gripped the straps tightly. They had not been attacked. There had to be a reason, but did they just stand around and wait for their wingmates to die? No. They couldn’t. He silently instructed his brown and the creature made for Inocenth. If anything they might be able to prevent the dragon from crashing to the ground. If not well then perhaps they could add claws and teeth to the fray.
Damn Fort.
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Post by Lotty on Feb 6, 2010 16:25:07 GMT -5
Mi'rah wasn't a person prone to hate. Really, the men who mistreated him and used him for all of his worth still somehow earned his trust and even admiration. Maybe he had finally gotten older and jaded and what his mother said about not giving a crap in old age was true because he definitely had no warm and fuzzy feelings about anyone involved. Not that Fortians were very high on his list in the first place, but this time around he didn't even have a whole lot of affection for the people on his own wing. Nothing personal. It was a bad day...understatement of the century. That didn't mean he was going to abandon ship though...he was still techinically wingsecond, he still had those damn knots, he still had an obligation to you know...do the whole dragonrider thing.
So they were going to fight. He knew this, and he knew what to expect. Being a realist, he also was completely and utterly aware that he was probably going to be in their line of fire, and most likely torn up. Open field battles were not his specialty...he began cursing himself for not thinking of it before. He would have been much better off staying in the trees, surprises were something he was soooo much better at. Oh well. He touched Kierjaarth's mind for another dose of the bronze's confidence before stroking Doppelganger's hide one more time and stuffing the poor critter back underneath his riding jacket. Of course the salamandyr protested the whole time with No! No! Love mine! Don't send hurts. Send heart make go away? Doppel didn't want anyone to hurt his, but he also couldn't stand to think that his would hurt someone else as well. He picked him because he was the best, and he was the best because he was soooooo nice. Hurting wasn't nice. NO! NO! NO! Lovely strangers go way! Of course this was all just muffled by wherhide.
The Fort wing came back from between and in dragon and rider's tunnel vision, it seemed like everything had gone into slow motion as cliche as it might seem. Mi'rah had only enough time to pick and pull a weapon - what good it would do was beyond him, it was all for comfort - and picked that machete he had used for so long. It was good for a lot of utilitarian purposes back in Benden, you know cutting through limbs of trees and people alike, but in the more recent turns it admittedly did little more than planass the dragonless. Kierjaarth on the other hand had exactly enough time to wonder if he had ever fought Ysaloth or the other brown before and quickly decide that he didn't care. The bronze was rather excited to get into a tangle with the Fortians.
The bronze was able to avoid Ysaloth's attack on his wings but only narrowly - he did feel a scratch along a wingsail no doubt - Mi'rah had been quick to notice the brown come from behind and warned the dragon, but unfortunately that meant moving into the other dragon's attack and to put it simply, it hurt. Bad. Not so much for the dragon, those slices against his hide were tolerable, but it was what was caught along the way that stung much much worse. Those talons of the names brown raked against the rider's leg as they reached to dismantle his straps...which wasn't a complete fail either. If Mi'rah hadn't been afraid to look down at the bloody mess, he would have see his straps twist and strain and begin to fall apart. Not cleanly, oh no, that would have been much too convenient. Instead the bronzerider got to feel the pull of the straps twisting around the limb and the connected saddle bag stretching his leg down, down, down.... And he swore he felt a pop amongst the strain of his muscles clinging still desperately to bone, dislocated possibly, but still there.
He was still a quiet man. After the initial moan and wail he bit his lip and furrowed his brow to summon some kind of focus in the midst of pain. First things, first, he needed to calm his dragon...the pain, the nauseating sting of those rips through his flesh could be tolerated if only because his need for logic went into override. Kierjaarth wanted revenge. He wanted to go after the big brown who had dared do this to his rider! Don't... Mi'rah reasoned with him. His eyes were redirected toward Ysaloth. I want him... Not that Fort wasn't proficient at working without their leader, but it was always a bit of a kick in the groin to take one out. Going after the other one...the one who injured him would only conjure emotions of hate and the desire for retribution.
And really the last thing that needed to get involved in any of this was emotions.
Ichor oozing out of his side, Kierjaarth lunged forward hoping to sink his teeth into the offender...maybe a tail at least could be captured. Because if his wings gave out and he started to fall he wanted to make sure that he would drag someone down with him. He didn't intend to brag to or taunt the enemy, but he was not the type of dragon to go out quietly either.
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