Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Feb 6, 2010 18:47:09 GMT -5
Morreliath has finally pissed them off, Inocenth commented, with a touch of excitement mixing in. F'ur carefully settled the coordinates into mind. Probably a good thing. The flying egos will settle when everyone's dealing with dragons trying to rip them up. I'm just bored. Keep in mind that we still need to try to keep Kaaoloth from being taken. Yes, yes. I know. They'll hit the bronzes and probably us if they want to free up Kaaoloth. Keep sharp. Inocenth banked closer to Kaaoloth for a moment, brushing Frosstyth's mind as a warning as the dragons winked Between. Strangely, both he and F'ur bled tension now that it had finally started.
That's when things started going wrong. Three dragons at once, closer than what was typical for a Fort wing. It could have been a problem, but it shouldn't have been. Not immediately. Inocenth sucked in air, spewing flame downward at the one coming up, waiting for F'ur's coordinates. If not for a small little creature tucked into a chink, they would have come immediately. Later he'd never be sure if he just hadn't accustomed himself enough to the flood of emotion from Terror, or it was simply a surprise because the salamandyr had been unreactive up to this point. Whatever the case, he lost focus briefly at the urgent insistance to Between, to come now back to the weyr away from all the evil ones!
Inocenth's reaction was instant; His was compromised and suddenly he had to worry about outmanuevering three dragons and taking them on with tooth and claw until His could push aside the pesky worm. Unfortunately it was happening fast and time had already been wasted. He coiled to one side, rolling and gouting flame at the one above him, ignoring the claws that found his side instead of his underbelly. Ignoring the dragon he'd just rolled into. Too close for claws and teeth to do too much damage there unless he got in a lucky shot. He snapped at him anyway, tucking his wings for protection and to drop clear of the other dragons. But with three on him at once he hadn't seen the fourth.
It was F'ur who saw her first, with only enough time to warn Ino and slash through the single strap he'd clipped to the belt holding his thigh sheath. Some part of his mind had registered Ino wasn't her target, reacting before the rest of it caught up. He could survive a lot of things, but a severed leg wasn't one of them. The jaws closed around his shoulder and upper body, some of the friction reduced due to lack of straps, and he managed to coil an arm partly around her jaws to take off some of the pressure though it was pretty futile. If she decided to clamp down on him he was done. The pain hadn't hit him yet, which was perhaps the only plus in the whole thing.
Inocenth let out a snarl, thrashing as he felt His lifted from his neck. He banked to one side abruptly. Attempting to shake them off, he was, fighting just as His was, however futilely, to stay alive. But he didn't fight back, not even with claws or his tail, not with His at Dreamyth's mercy. Claws ripped through him, teeth, one wing shredded in their attack, Inocenth's struggle desperate but brief. He barely managed to keep from further injuring himself as he fell to earth just outside the fiery pathway the Fort dragons had blazed. The blue coiled, tucking the uninjured wing and trying to protect his underbelly and neck. They probably wouldn't continue, though. Too many other dragons up there, and F'ur was a far more efficient way to finish him.
No taking His no. Dementia perched on his neck...in an uninjured spot. Willing him to lie still and listen to the others, to allow Theirs to be taken. He needed help, help that neither of them could give. This she knew. Dmisk whined softly, his tail curling around Eikask's leg. It wasn't his own hurt, his own burns, even the shock and loss of fluid that was so disorienting. For all that he didn't display much emotion, he and Dmitri were bonded close. The boy was stirring and whimpering in R'ven's arms, instinctively curling closer to the warmth. He wasn't conscious, but the pain was strong enough, especially with the heat, that he could still feel it. Exposed muscle, nerves, even bone along his hand that the fire had eaten to in those brief seconds...not pretty at all.
The blue wasn't aware of much, and for once Dementia elected to remain with him, though it was a difficult choice; he was nearly crazed and Hers would be devastated if anything happened to him, this she knew. She soothed him in silence, just as the other creatures were attempting to do, and by some miracle the blue didn't lash out at any of them. Erilena remained safe. His eyes rolled toward Fey as the dragon spoke, and Dementia hopped onto her, again trying to comfort Dmisk. To urge him up and to follow. He managed to pull himself to his feet, staggering slightly. But then the first coherent thought touched the minds of all those present, even Erilena's. He wasn't going anywhere without His.
During the intervening moments when he'd been left to himself on the stone, Dementia's and Dmisk's urgent concern had begun pulling him back into consciousness. He was restless, moving little but the whimpers and soft moans were becoming more frequent. For brief spaces at a time he'd come fully conscious, tears streaking silently down his face before the pain pushed him back under. When R'ven drew close again he was in one of those brief periods of wakefulness, the harper reaching out to him with the good arm. He bit his lip till it bled, forcing a weak laugh. "Never mention anything...about becoming part of a...harper song. Universe listens," he commented dryly. Not that he'd get a hero spot. More like a 'poor bastard was in the wrong place at the wrong time' spot. Tch. "Shards," he hissed, arm falling. "Tell em to leave...me alone."
Them being those pesky minds refusing to let him sleep. The tears hadn't stopped, and he slipped back into unconsciousness.
M'ta accepted Riaren, tearing at his shirt and - dampening the cloth - holding it lightly over mouth and nose to keep the smoke from his fragile lungs. Poor baby. He cooed to him, glancing around at the pandemonium. It looked like they were getting several evacuated...finally. Cuddling the child close, he continued to make soft sounds that sounded suspiciously like those that firelizards might have made. Probably runoff from Jabari, who had always calmed to them. He'd sent Grouch and Sneak to Behruth, away from the smoke. Glancing at the smith - mountain! - he caught sight of the harper and winced. Meira was clearly overwhelmed, too...that boy couldn't go Between. He had open wounds and no real protection - the cold alone would probably kill him.
Catching at R'ven while Kaegan was still threading her way through - as he returned to the couch after disappearing into the smoke for a short time - M'ta raised his voice to be heard as best he could. "Don't take that kid Between, smith. You'll have to try to walk him out on foot. Behruth is mine...if you need help, have your dragon contact him. I'll do what I can." Behruth had a heart for all creatures, but especially the little ones.
Behruth addressed Kaaoloth and Azrath as soon as His and Jingth appeared. Two of your little ones are attempting to evacuate an injured wherhandler and his wher...on foot. I told them to contact me if they need help. You'll probably notice it before me, Kaaoloth. They may need cover. I wouldn't do anything unless the Fort dragons react, though. Which he was hoping they wouldn't with the other dragons to contend with. M'ta waved to Meira, before Ruth jumped, Betweening easily and circling the ceiling until he could find a place not far from Azrath to land. We can take junior weyrlings too, he broadcasted to those inside.
Eveyth deferred meekly to Morreliath, uttering an apology at the anger she could feel in his voice. She'd only been trying to help...easing closer to X'rx, Azrath's mindvoice caught her attention. Yes, they needed to go. She brushed against the mind of Hers, tugging at him. Eveyth knew he wanted to stay, but he couldn't...and not just because it was dangerous. The green could feel Hers on the edge of hysteria.
Indeed, even as he turned toward her, his eyes fell on some of the wounded, widening, and the dragon screams - and screams of people hurt or dying - drifted faintly. X'rx saw again the siege, the people breaking through the door. He saw again his father and the rider, the blood as he tackled that man and he fell on his own blade, and helpless fear clawed at his belly. Someone brushed against him, and that was it. X'rx ran, hurtling through the people on the queen's couch and screaming, his hands clamped over his ears. Make it stop, make it stop!
Eveyth skittered after him, kicking up sparks in her wake and pleading desperately for him to calm down. He was going to hurt himself! The young man ran full into Mae in his terror, struggling against her to try to get past and away. Into the light and the open air past the giant bronze.
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Post by rii on Feb 6, 2010 20:29:52 GMT -5
Spying Eikane not too far away, R'ven rose again to quickly approach the gold wherhandler before he could whisk off between with anyone. His gaze briefly swept over Nautic – noting the injuries and feeling his jaw tighten in non-verbal response. "Be sure to cover him up, if you're taking him between. Will you grab some blankets before coming back for –" The smith paused, distracted momentarily as Trilaranth relayed a few messages. "– for, anyone else you are taking. Excuse me.." Ever the polite one. R'ven wandered away, trying to look over the surrounding chaos to try and spot Erilena and Dmisk. The weyrling master wanted them to report to Azrath to be taken to safety, but.. well, R'ven couldn't let Erilena try to get out of the hatching sands alone. Something about it didn't sit well with him – but to be fair the entire situation made his stomach turn. Chaos, indecision, poor judgment.. Azarth, Came Trilaranth's tired mindvoice. Mine regrets to inform you and yours, that we will not be reporting to you. He also wants to assure yours that we are not playing heroes.Upon find his arm snagged, R'ven automatically stooped toward M'ta in order to hear the shorter man's words. He nodded more in agreement than listening to the suggestion. It had already been decided that the harper couldn't be taken between – but at least it was nice to know that other people were agreeing and him and Erilena were not crazy. Behruth,[/b] he repeated for both himself and his young brown.. Kneeling beside Dmitri, R'ven took the arm stretching for him – to comfort the other or himself, he couldn't be sure. Having the harper awake was more assuring then to have him limp in his arms. On the other hand, seeing the pain in the other's face and body made the sight gruesome. Managing a weak chuckled, R'ven began easing his arm under Dmitri's shoulder and legs to once again lift him. The sudden dead weight in his arms let him know the harper had once again slipped into darkness. "The universe only listens when it's ironic and seeks to make a fool of you.." He softly replied, knowing he wouldn't get answer. After adjusting the harper more securely into his arms, both Trilaranth and R'ven waded through the crowd to meet up with Erilena. Once they had coaxed Dmisk into coming along, and carefully picked their way through the charred remains encompassing the human entrance.. R'ven cautiously glanced around the side. Through the haze of smoke, beyond the stretch of blackened grass, the trees were visible. "Lena.. " Unlike the smith to use nick names. The situation was dire.. they'd be easily spotted by the fortians – if they were looking – trying to make a break for the tree line. It probably wouldn't be anything to them to flame a few people trying to escape their control over the sands. The odds and circumstances were not in their favor.. R'ven managed a weak, wry smile for Erilena. "... Race you?" __________ F'lix idly brushed ash from his jacket sleeve as the instructions from Morreliath were heard through Saboth. The addressed blue was slowly making a loop higher up in the sky. Purposely positioning himself away so as to not push the Fortians into feeling they need to act in defense. A shame Morreliath's plan did't get the chance to be launch.. At the first signs of a true aerial brawl, and not the awkward shuffle they had been toeing at, Saboth tucked his wings to start into a vertical dive; a death drop with the full potential of holding to that irony. Benden may not have the skill to match Fort on an fair playing field one to one – but they made up for that little detail in sheer number and the reckless unpredictability of their actions. Saboth caught sight of the familiar human between Dreamyth's jaws. The pale blue instantly chose in that moment to not share the image. He needed His to continue focusing with him on coordinates if they were going to get out of this mess fully intact. They may not, but it was better than just drifting along out of the fray – or better yet, betweening back to his weyrledge and just waiting for the whole matter to boil over (No, on second thought that was the better choice). Touching the minds of Sonath – the blue that he was suppose to be paring with – and Frosstyth (to avoid any unneeded collision) Saboth picked the green attacking at Frosstyth's wings. There had been no demands to stand down, no orders to stay back or to attack – but Saboth didn't feel like waiting any longer. His wings opened a fraction, just enough to alter his course and allow him to swing his body down with claws extended toward the female. He didn't pull up on his speed, intending to collide with the fortian green and ride her down into the burning trees..
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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 6, 2010 20:56:58 GMT -5
Eikane wanted to shift Nautic's weight in but he resisted the urge. He wasn't a healer but he figured the less jostling about the better. As S'kor dropped away the goldhandler was approached by the man who had taken Dmitri. The Harper's eyes registered the absence of the boy and he hoped he was being well looked after. At the request for blankets he nodded. That meant getting to Eikask and convincing her to leave Dmisk long enough to get Nautic out of danger (though he was still wondering if it was safe to take him between) and come back with blankets. At least he hadn't managed to get too far away from the gold. He made her way to her and Dmisk.
Eikask looked to the bronze she'd just been guarding with as he howled. Good. Whers should listen to whers and much as she ought to be the one leading them she let Pidesk do it while she made sure they didn't lose one. Then the dragon gold pressed into her mind and the queen wher brushed her mind back. She had an injured wher to take care of, to help keep him from attacking the person helping him. She'd pass the message on to the others. True to her silent word she brushed the minds of the whers and impressed upon them that injured especially were to be taken to the weyrs - preferably first.
Then her attention was back on Dmisk. His tail had curled around her leg and she lowered her head and huffed softly. Eikask didn't touch him or get in Erilena's way. She watched the human girl and the young green tend to him. They weren't making it worse so they were doing okay by her standards. She stepped back when the blue got up and she offered an understanding croon. She looked around for Loud One but her gaze fell back on Feyrianth when she was addressed. Leave him...? She looked over as her handler approached with Nautsk's.
"Good job Eikask," he said, noting the standing blue and the others present. He turned to Erilena (before she headed to the exit) when his gold told him she'd been the one tending to Dmisk. "Are you a healer, miss? Do you know if its safe to take Nautic between?" He turned slightly so that she could see the greenhandler's head and the blood. If he couldn't get out that way they'd have no small amount of trouble. The only other way was through the doors and that meant getting past the Fort dragons.
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((Dy'shi suggested Eliah evacuate and went with Chakraith to Azrath.
Nephele and Nuoth are waiting at the coast. Misfit brought Tiida to the coast too. Charming went to the infirmary at Erilena's request.))
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Feb 6, 2010 21:15:24 GMT -5
Roivao watched the chaos with sadness and annoyance. When this was over, he was going to get everyone to learn proper drills for such events. Only a few people seemed to know what they were doing and the rest were just running around trying to do what ever looked useful. It would be a miracle if they could all get out in time. Roi spotted one weyrling trying carry Dmitri outside, and made a quick decision. He waved to Piden, trusting him to see that the other whers were under control, and urged Roisk to follow R'ven.
Roi jumped down and touched the boy on the shoulder. "Put him on Roisk," he nodded to the wher. As a bronze, he was fairly large. Plenty big enough to carry two or three people. "You'll only make his injuries worse carrying him like that, and a wher will move much faster." They would need speed to reach the trees before the Fort dragons saw them. He looked worriedly at Dmisk. He would have liked to have someone carry him too, but he was rather big for a blue and he didn't think Roisk could carry him and move with any speed.
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Hoayamae didn't have time to make sure M'kai got hold of her charge before someone ran into her. Her bad leg collapsed and she found herself in a tangle of limbs that seemed to be a boy of some kind. Mae scowled deeply. She was in no mood for idiots. She grabbed the boy roughly by the arm. "Who taught you to attack your elders, boy?!" she snapped. Shards, but the fool was in hysterics. They didn't have time for this. Mae dragged herself to her full height and slapped him in the face.
"Stop that this instant, you wherry-brain!" She gave him a fiery glare, and glanced back at the little green following him. "Just look!" She pointed at Eveyth. "You're scaring her to death! What kind of weyrling are you, eh? Pull yourself together, or, Faranth help me, I'll leave you to the flames!" She wouldn't really, but then, she rarely made good on her threats. That didn't mean she was going to let him just run around and get killed either. Like or not, he was stuck with her until he saw sense. For the little dragon's sake, if not for his.
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Post by midnight on Feb 6, 2010 22:00:24 GMT -5
Meagen remained calm, as so much happened around her. She looked up as the Bronzeriders hand landed on her shoulder. She almost startled for a moment, but the Foes were not in here yet. She didn't need to go to full defensive mode. Her eyes cast up at the man, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks at his words.
"Thank you Sir!" She exclaimed as she looked around. People were evacuating, good. She headed towards where most of the children were huddled and smiled at the little ones. "No reason to be scared! We are going to go on an adventure. I'm going to take you over to the dragons, and you're going to go play a game. " She whispered to them.
She knew that games captivated children. There was only a knot of three of them, probably from the creche, sticking together out of sheer friendship. It kind of reminded her of her past. Her and Mik, and Cry. All sticking together. "Come on!" She stated lightly as she held out her hands. Her eyes scrunching up as she coughed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"Get down like this, and follow me..." She whispered as she dropped to her knees and started going across the sands. It got you below most of the smoke, which hadn't gotten blown out yet. She made the process of getting the children over to the Queen's Couch, as quick as possible. She got there and then cleared her throat.
"Weyrlings! Three Children here!" She called out as she waved her arm. Making sure her voice was loud enough. She pushed the children towards the dragons and then turned around. Surely there was somewhere she could help? She turned her attention to the area around her. "Anyone else need help!" She called out.
Help with the injured, or something. Meagen was far from ready to leave. Mik and Cry would have to drag her kicking and screaming. She was defending her new home, and she would die for it if she must. She'd see the retreat go over well, and then she would get herself out.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Feb 6, 2010 23:15:50 GMT -5
To be honest, Nautic had fallen asleep. The dizziness had lulled him into a dreamless slumber to escape it, the only reason he had woken now was Eikane's voice. "Haha... no I'm fiine~." Nautic mumbled. "See I'm wallll-king... ugh." He moved his head and the world spun. It felt very much like he had a hangover that had been fed insanity powder. Guh. He was going to feel this in the morning, if he remembered it that is.
With Tizzy on her head, Nautsk walked surely over to Eikane's side and blindly stared in the direction of the human female. Her attention wavered as Eikask spoke to the Whers but then returned quickly enough. She spoke quietly with Absinthe, asking her to translate to Erilena. Littlegreen carry veryvery light leaker. Burn leg, but walk yes can. Or carry Mine if needed yes. It was fortunate that the Mandyr wasn't drunk, otherwise everything would have been ten times harder to get across.
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Kai was fussing, and it was getting harder and harder to keep him subdued, even with Azaran's timely return. She had given the makeshift bandages to a person who was evacuating to the Weyrs, they would need them for the injured. As Jingth brushed her mind, Kaegan tensed slightly as she prepared for the alien sensation. The feel of the young gold's mind was very little like that of her own Queen's, but she was somewhat used to it by now. It had happened before in the past. Of course. Quickly threading her way through the throng of people, Kaegan had Dash tell Azaran to find them when they came out. The Bronze then promptly took off and disappeared. As she approached Jingth the Goldrider handed Kai to Meiriad before mounting, receiving her son after she settled in. Waving to the woman as she retreated to evacuate, Kaegan held onto Kai with a fair amount of nervousness. She'd never tried Betweening with him before, and was afraid that the outcome would be unfavorable. Kaegan grabbed onto the closest strap as Jingth jumped into the air, holding her breath as they passed through some smoke. And then it was cold. They were in the Between for little more than a few seconds before the fresh air hit them.
She wobbled as Jingth landed, almost sliding off of her neck at the sudden change in motion but managing to stay on. Kaegan bounced Kai gently as she flashed mimic a small smile from ontop of the young Gold. Dash on the other hand pushed his head out of Kaegan's curls and scouted around.
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Eliah is evacuating, feel free to I dunno, grab him to help or whatever.
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Post by tarra on Feb 7, 2010 1:19:06 GMT -5
Katar and Sonarth
This was getting more ridiculous by the minute. Circling the Hatching Grounds from a good height, Katar felt her blood seethe, influenced in no small part by Sonarth's growing terseness. The blue was a dragon of action, he hated having to sit and watch as things happened without him having a say in any of them. The young woman had enough on her hands holding him, and the part of her mind left to monitor things was disgusted. Bronzes had never been high on her likability list, but at least the Fortian bronzes had known what they were doing. Mostly. This lot didn't seem to have anything to do with sense or sensibility at all.
Weren't we escaping Fort to save our lives?
Yes.
And is this going to be how it ends, after all?
Would you rather you stayed and died in Fall?
Not really - but this hardly seems better.
Beggars can't be choosers, the blue hissed smoke, drawing back his wings as the Fortians began to gather in pairs. Katar tensed on his back: she knew, somewhat, what was soon to come. They were impatient, they were going to strike. Somehow Sonarth and her had stayed off their radar for the moment, but the instant they engaged that advantage would be gone. The moment the Fortians betweened, Sonarth dropped into a steep dive, Katar crouched and leaning in with him for balance - they were sick of waiting for orders, sick of following orders that were making no sense. The dragons appeared again before Kaaoloth, Frosstyth and Kierjaath, and screams erupted with a chaos of talons, ichor and flame. The woman found her first target, and signalled her blue.
There!
He betweened, coming out behind Ysaloth. Not that he had anything against the brownpair - in fact, he had almost liked him, back at Fort - but one picked what targets one could get in battle, and browns were always easier because they were slower. Flame erupted from his jaws as he flung fire at the brown's rider - aiming for the person's midriff to make it harder for him to duck or for Ysaloth to dodge. He was fast, light, deadly; not for nothing had he fought and won his life in the harsh environs of Fort, curving his wings into suppleness and his frame into lightness with the hard work levied on them. Katar swung her weight at the same moment, pulling Sonarth slightly side and back so that his flame, even if he missed, had less chance hitting Kierjaath. They might not have been the best at working with others, but the bluepair were as one in battle - as they always had in a world out to get them for just being what they were. Saboth's mental prompt hit the blue just then, and with a flash of thought to his rider he went between.
There!
They reappeared in front of and slightly to one side of the green that Saboth was targeting. She was going at Frosstyth's wings, and with a snarl Sonarth slashed at her with his own foretalons. Enough to draw ichor if she stayed where she was, yet calculated so that it was not enough to close with her (which might drive her into between), but perhaps enough to distract her and make her pull back in an evasive action - thus moving her for that moment straight into Saboth who was coming in behind her.
**************************** S'kor and Morreliath If there was one thing he had to admire about the Fortians, it was their superb and tremendous coordination. The bronze, moving forward, rumbled to a halt as Ysaloth's reply hissed into his mind, its agitation clear. Presumptous indeed. Had not he, Morreliath, already offered himself as well? If that would not suit the situation, nothing would - and he would never have bowed to demands to bring all the Weyrfolk out for a Fortian perusal (or a Fortian burning if things fell through). The wing betweened, and in the next moment screams erupted from above. The bronze lowered his shoulders to his rider now scrambling through the Grounds entrance behind him.
Hurry!
S'kor clambered up the lowered shoulders, slid into place even as a blue shape, splattered with ichor, hit the ground before them. Morreliath immediately summoned the most junior brown of their wing, Frosstyth, between to the Hatching Grounds entrance - stay in it, guard it, cover Inocenth with fire throws if they come for him.
His rider, staring at the fallen blue, had time to turn and yell into the Grounds "Hurt dragon! Healer needed!" before Morreliath sprang high, wings spread. S'kor lurched in his seat, clipped his harness into place with a curse, and turned his eyes to the sky above them. The sight of Inocenth curled and wounded on the ground was still tearing at him, but he could not think about that now. Scanning the skies above them, he felt his dragon prompt him to watch one of the browns, and then heard Morreliath bespeak the wing - quickly reshaping the earlier pairings, but keeping the changes as minimal as possible.
As a unit - Kaaoloth and Mirazeth with Kierjaath! Sonarth and Saboth together! Bronzes and browns to center, blues to cover them!
It was the same defensive pattern he had prescribed earlier, but now in the air instead of on the ground. He sent another quick command as he rose into the air, this time to a green at the coast, Rinagth, you are needed - Cyclone engages. Return and stay with Sonarth and Saboth as a unit!
S'kor gasped as he spotted a green making off with a rider in her jaws - he grasped at his bronze's neckspines, felt Morreliath's mind touch his: there was nothing they could do now - save one, perhaps. With a snarl he betweened, taking coordinates from S'kor, who was watching to track and project the flightpath of the second brown - the one that had torn the straps on Kierjaath. He came out at a point behind the brown and closed immediately with his head coming down at speed, jaws seeking the brown's rider - seeking to catch him and tear him off his dragon as Dreamyth had done. His foretalons and hindclaws sought to close over the brown's shoulders and flanks respectively, securing him so that even if he betweened, he would take them along.
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Post by dragon on Feb 7, 2010 2:02:49 GMT -5
Shards and Shells of the first egg. It had finally finished shattering and smashing. The fight had begun, in the blink of between. Frosstyth actually managed a squeak of surprise when the dragons appeared so suddenly in front of him. At least, it was a squeak for such a large creature as himself. For a half a heartbeat, the muddy brown didn't know what to do. For all his anger at having his home invaded, and itching to do something about it ... he really didn't know what to do. But it seemed the brownpair were fixing to get their first crash course in surviving a dragon attack. Men, they knew how to handle. Dragons? Not so much. Only in theory, really. Which really stank. On the ground, they were formidable - especially C'oar, with all the training he'd been doing. But in the air? They were little better than newly graduated weyrlings.
Things happened fast, way to fast. Even the rush of adrenaline was not enough to slow it down to the point where it would make sense. The two different wings of dragons dissolved so fast into a random furball that it made the mind swim dizzily. Such was that Inocenth's warning was almost missed entirely. Thankfully, this only lasted a moment, when all clarity returned in the form of a green and a blue dragon diving at them.
"Move!" C'oar shouted, knowing that there was no way Frosstyth was going to be able to take on either of them and win, unless he managed to actually grab one. Which was unlikely. Not reallying knowing what to do, Frosstyth let rip with a huge gout of flame that ripped forth to splash unhappily toward the ascending blue. Frosstyth instinctively tucked all of his legs into his own belly to protect himself from disembowlment. He was liable to take damage anyway, but not enough to kill him, or even really slow down or hinder his flight.
That green, however, was going to be a whole other issue. C'oar ducked down close to his dragon's neck, dagger in hand in case she got that close. He hoped she didn't, because if she did, he would be in range of her talons. Or teeth. Frosstyth snapped his wings shut against his body in a desperate bid to protect them from becoming confetti, twirling his tail hard to spin him to one side - hopefully out of the way of any slashing talons. He saw a flash of blue hide streaking down out of the sky, but couldn't recognize it. Frosstyth feared the worst; that another dragon was coming after his tail. There were too many!! Again he flamed, this time twisting his head back over his own shoulder and past C'oar, sending flames licking up above his own body to try and discourage that attack. There was no doubt; Frosstyth was scared. C'oar still had his wits, but he had his hands full directing Frosstyth through what he hoped were appropriate reactions to the melee they found themselves in.
Under C'oar guidance, Frosstyth rolled in the air again, dropping quickly through the air as his wings were still shut around his sides. Only after another sickening second did he pop them open again to try and slow that plummet before they finished crashing. There was still plenty of room between them and the ground, but after a slash attack and that kind of gravity speed, pulling out of it was going to be painful no matter what.
Frosstyth heard the orders issued to him, then, and griped around the edges a bit. Now was not the time to be sending him to do errands, not when there were dragons after him!! But, on the other hand ... betweening probably wasn't such a bad idea. Especially since Kaaoloth had managed to dissappear somewhere in the fray. With a moment's warning to C'oar and then the pair synching for the jump, the brown flicked between even before he quite had his flight back under control yet.
They reappeared in the grounds, as instructed, only to get a lungful of smoke and crash-land on the sand, kicking up a huge spray as the brown sprawled unhappily. Groaning from the bruises and sprains that had gained him, Frosstyth managed to more or less get his limbs back in order to leap toward the entrance, where Inocenth was piled up. A mental nudge was sent to the blue to let him know that Frosstyth was there, as the brown lifted his head toward the sky. Stalking toward the much smaller blue, he growled low in his throat in frustration. Relegated to doing nothing ... again. Already, he'd apparently forgotten the scary nature of getting clawed at and harassed by smaller dragons. His hide ached where talons had rent it, especially on his legs where the rough landing had added insult to injury.
Flame licked around Frosstyth's nose, ready to leap out at a moment's notice. But also because it was getting hard for him to contain the gasses that continued to swell his gut.
(((Edit: Sorry, Tarra's post was not there when I wrote this, did not see those orders. Fixed)))
There was too much confusion going on. Too many shouted orders, and now people and dragons were vanishing at intervals. Paglieth slowly stopped moving his wings, and uttered a cough. Flap, or don't flap? Who was he supposed to be listening to? He didn't know, and almost let out a confused wail. Before choking on the smoke and coughing again. Reaching over, he poked his head into L'nu's stomach. I can't breathe, mine. He whined, unhappily.
"I know! Neither can I! Let's get out of here." L'nu decided, before snagging J'ash by an arm and dragging his friend away. "Craivaruth! Come on!" He called, leading the way toward what appeared to be evacuation efforts. He didn't know if there really was a way out, this way, but he had to try. Especially considering how his lungs were aching with every breath and he couldn't really see any more. Everything stung like all fires, and at points his lungs refused to even draw breath they hurt so bad from the smoke.
It was quite apparent, thanks to some rather stupid fanning, that the fire was not going to go out in time to keep from asphyxiating everyone on the sands. A quick look around revealed that people were leaving in droves ... which was a good thing. Some of the methods were not sound, but any effort was a good one. Staggering away from the heat and smoke of the fire, Emoyan stabbed the shovel into the sand to lean on it for a moment wearily. He was tired... but given the balls-to-the-wall way he'd been shoveling sand, there was no wonder either.
For a time he just stood there and watched people leave, before he decided that maybe he should help with organizing that. Keeping the shovel in hand, he moved forward, toward the dwindling crowd. "Take it easy, don't start hurting each other!" He issued, trying to form some coherent method to the mob that was all too eager to get out.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 7, 2010 15:28:43 GMT -5
Azrath’s eyes whirled a strange mix of yellow and pink shades as Mavenath questioned him. I cannot.[/color] the blue confessed as Darya hauled herself up onto his neck. You must be moved from the ground here to the air there. Mine fears you might end up in the ground otherwise.[/color] Azrath moved up and gripped the young bronze in his forelegs before Mavenath could raise any other objections. No this wouldn’t be comfortable for the blue or the weyrling pair.
Darya looked down from Azrath’s neck at her class. ‘Mount up you lot. I want someone ready to go every time we come back here.’ She called, and choked on a lungful of drifting smoke. She formed the image for Azrath with as much detail and clarity as she could and tried not to cringe as they left.
Azrath burst into the clearing, coming in low and beating his wings furiously to try and compensate for Mavenath’s weight. The bronzepair was dropped into a thermal as close to bot the ground and the edge of the clearing as Azrath could manage. I will be dropping you clutchmates here too, see that they clear the area below quickly.[/color] The blue warned before he winked out back to the hatching grounds.
Never had three coughs worth of time seemed so long, Darya thought as she and Azrath emerged back in the middle of smoke and chaos. Especially since it was the time it took Azrath to relay the news that Feyrianth and Trilaranth wouldn’t be joining them, news sent by both the weyrlings and reinforced by Kaaoloth. She didn’t need the news that they were running out of time though, since the arrival of High Reaches riders in the main hall the whole of Selenitas Weyr had been on the clock, time falling away and carrying them inevitably towards too late. Azrath touched down neatly behind the next weyrling pair and prompted her for the location again before Darya decided what to do about the missing pairs. She’d get this lot out first, then go after R’ven and Erilena if she could…
Behruth offers to help us.[/color] Azrath reported and was overwhelmed with a sense of agreement for Darya. Behruth, we could use your help to get the weyrlings out quickly. We are moving them here.[/color] The image of the clearing accompanied the blue’s statement
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Yoalla and Yosk returned to the hatching grounds with probably most of the bedding off of some bed in hand and claw and looked around. Yoalla frowned and poked at a blistered patch on her arm, she was sure that weyrling who’d asked her for blankets had been around here. Totally sure in fact since they’d returned to almost the same spot they’d left. He must have gone already; well she hoped he’d got the blankets he wanted off someone else if he was taking Dmitri off between. Not that she actually liked Dmitri, she just didn’t want him dead either.
Unwinding the sheets and blankets from herself and her wher and lobbing them off towards the queen’s couch where someone might at least find a use for them as bandaging or whatever Yoalla tugged a few more people out of the crowd and shoved them towards Yosk. Hopefully some of them could shut the kids she’d just taken up.
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Sitting astride Rinagth was like being sat on something really wobbly and very, very angry indeed, the green’s eye burned scarlet with fury and she hissed and twitched constantly, talons opening and closing, and making sudden banking and twisting moves over the knots of weyrfolk below her. J’on wouldn’t be surprised to find some of the more stupid drudges thought Rinagth was the enemy, Not that he could actually blame them, she probably did look terrifying.
We engage! The fool bronze calls us back at last. Come, let these idiots fend for themselves. We must go and save my brown.[/color] If anything Rinagth’s eyes darkened in their shade as she veered away from the weyrfolk. J’on just rolled his eyes, this whole thing was obviously becoming about Kaaoloth for Rina, apparently because the brown had caught her once it meant he was Rinagth’s forever.
Rinagth appeared high above the hatching grounds and immediately blinked out again, reappearing lower, nearer Saboth and Sonarth. J’on breathed a sigh of relief. For once Rina was doing as she was told with no dramatics. Or not. The green hissed furiously as she caught sight of Inocenth, who was also considered hers, even if she disliked the blue. Who did this? Who dared touch her blue? That green?! Yes Rinagth had noticed Dreamyth with F’ur in her mouth.
NO! Leave her Rina, she can kill him before you can attack, then you’ll lose your blue anyway. Just concentrate on helping Sonarth and Saboth for now. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to wreak havoc later. Indeed she would because it all seemed to be going to pieces now. It would be nice not to die out here he decided, a chill running over his skin as the ominous thought hit, but it would take luck and thought to pull of since he and Rinagth were not experienced fighters.
((Okay anyone wanting to assume Azrath has moved their weyrlings out can, and anyone needing a lift can hop on Yosk.))
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Feb 7, 2010 21:07:37 GMT -5
Kissing Riaren on the forehead lightly, Meira untied the cloth from his nose and mouth, automatically pausing to return M’ta’s gesture as he and Behruth went between from the clearing. For the moment, she was just worried about Riaren – nobody else, nothing else. It sounded terrible, but the flare of panic was undeniable and she exhaled nervously, kissing the baby’s forehead gently before she settled him into the straps in front of her, resisting the urge to just curl up with him and stay that way. She didn’t want to leave him with anyone else, not even Kaegan, but…Jingth’s soft voice in her mind again.
We cannot leave the others, MeiraLove.
And she knew that, but still. Meira exhaled softly before she turned to make sure Kaegan was ready. Jingth spread both of her wings, crooned reassuringly (though whether the sound was intended for Meira, Kaegan, the babies, or all of them was debatable), and then threw herself into the air again. She snaked around a tall tree, pushing off the bark before she went between to the image given to her by Meira – not the exact coordinates given by Morreliath, but coordinates a few dragonlengths away. Just in case any of her siblings had decided to go between from the Hatching Sands at that time; like she’d said – crashing in midair with passengers was hardly going to help matters.
She reappeared and spiraled down to land near Nuoth, snaking her head around to peer at her passengers anxiously; Jingth sprawled onto her stomach to make dismounting easier for Kaegan. It took an effort not to wiggle against the warm sand. Her hide was tinged gray from smoke and soot and it felt terrible, but that could be dealt with later. The hatchling will be fine, dearest, she offered softly to Meira as the goldweyrling leaned down, trusting the straps to keep her from falling, and held Riaren out to Kaegan nervously.
“Could you take him and Mimic – please?” she asked softly, as her son coughed once, squirming slightly in her grasp as Mimic slipped down her arm and curled around Riaren’s wrist, cooing reassuringly at the baby. “I need to go back to the Sands, I don’t want them there…I’ll come and pick him up right after – after everyone’s out…please…?” She felt like she was begging. Jingth’s attention had turned to the skies, raptly watching for her clutchsiblings; she didn’t want to risk going back when there were undoubtedly other dragons flying around in the Sands but what was taking so long…?
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Post by kat on Feb 8, 2010 14:43:31 GMT -5
Ariya followed Piden's orders, if only because there really wasn't anything else she could think of to do, and it made sense, besides. Ariysk seemed a little irate to be ordered by the older bronze. After all, he only listened to his and Eikask, his queen. But his was following the other bronzehandler and his wher, and it made no sense for Ariysk to protest or put on prideful displays of not listening at a time such as this. So, he huffed indignantly and followed the other wher to the dragon queen. He did not like listening to dragon queens, either. Dragons, so far as he was concerned, did not control whers. However, his was not in the mood for him to be stubborn, and so he once again settled into compliance.
Looking over at the injured, Ari cringed a little. How many had been hurt? There was Dmitri, and Nautic! How badly had they been burned? Her eyes widened as she realized these were people she knew, and had trained through wherlinghood with. It made it more...real. She felt a sickened sensation in her stomach, but pursed her lips and then turned to those at the couch.
"Ariysk can take two of you at a time," she told them, and then, "maybe even three if two are children." The wher was big, and to him she weighed nothing. Just to between to the rider's weyrs would be nothing for him to do, even with two or three people. She spoke with confidence she hardly felt, though it was in the situation and not in her wher. She knew Ariysk could do this. She glanced over at Eikane, swallowing nervously. This situation was really bad, and she wasn't even sure everyone would make it out of here alive. How had it gotten so bad, so fast? She didn't know, and they had transporting to do, besides.
Just then, she spotted Roisk and headed over to Roivao, holding out the last of her see-through blindfolds. She might have given it to Piden but Roivao had trained them, and she offered it to their Wherlingmaster first. "Here, use this instead. It'll help Roisk see. Maybe not perfectly but at least mostly," she added, with a bit of a shyer smile. Yes, she was still a little shy, regardless of her time with Ariysk. That might never change, but there was a confidence in her now, and she had changed a lot in a turn.
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The stands were as broken up and moved away from the remaining flames as Shith was going to manage to get them. Their new orders, besides, were to get people out of the sands and to the coast. Shith was an average size blue, and he could manage a few people at once. How many could the blue carry, exactly? He'd seen golds take quite a few people at once, but maybe it was safer to do only three maximum on Shith? He didn't know, but went with that anyhow.
"We're takin' women and children outta' here first, so anyone who fits that category kin' yeh' please come here so Shith kin' take yah' to the coast!" His voice rose even over the noise, and he double checked Shith's straps. The blue was only too happy to be doing good, and though he gave a whimper at the thought of leaving his in the sands between trips, T'lor reassured him with a pat.
"Make sure yer' all settled in right, kay?" He told those that came up, not wanting to lose anyone by accident. That would be an unwelcome tragedy of epic proportions.
Shithyours will not let anyone fall, T'lormine,[/color] the blue told his pointedly. T'lor chuckled, and then reassured, "nor will I, buddy. They'll all be right as rain an' make it there safe and sound."
T'lor mounted up and Shith waited until he had two smaller children and a young woman on his back, before his sent him the coordinates and he went to the coast to drop them off. However, it was only a couple of minutes until the blue was back, ready for the next load of people. It would be tiring before long, but their Weyrling lessons had prepared them for this, hadn't they? Sel'n had done right by his Weyrlings, and now it would show more than ever.
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Kiana was worried about Winter and Tuelzanth. The younger dragon could not between and the small white feline had smaller lungs than they did. She stood by the queen's couch, however, tearing up strips of cloth for bandages, and helping cover the mouths and noses of some of the younger children. She could feel the unpleasant and unfamiliar burn of smoke in her own lungs, and was growing wary. This was a bad situation. There were only a few Senior Weyrlings to transport people out, and so many people! How would they get their dragons out, besides? They'd need a large dragon to transport the young Junior Weyrling dragons. It was likely Jingth could do it, with at least the greens and blues. She wanted Tuelzanth to get to safety of the coast, and bring Winter with her.
Mine, I will not leave you here and go on alone![/color] Tuelzanth's defiance was an entirely new tone for the pale green dragon. Usually she was so compliant and eager to please. Kiana smiled fondly at her, but shook her head and sighed.
"'Zanth, you have to go. You need to take Winter with you and keep her safe. I'll be okay here, if things look too bad I can just come a bit later with another dragon. You and Winter need to go to the coast, where it's safe," she chided gently, placing a hand on the young dragon's neck. However, 'Zanth was having none of it.
Not without you! I won't go unless you come with me![/color] Kiana paused a moment, thinking. They were bringing the injured to the coast first, weren't they? Maybe she would be of more use there, after all. What could she do here, that she couldn't do there? Besides, she had to get Winter out, one way or the other.
"All right, ask Jingth if she thinks she can carry you and the other smaller greens and blues to the coast. We need to get you all out of here and I think she can at least manage the smaller dragons, if not the browns and bronzes too..."
As Jingth was not of her clutch, Kia had no real idea what size dragon the young queen could carry. But she was almost one hundred percent sure that the gold could manage 'Zanth. That at least was good, if some of the dragons got out and then maye they could send a big bronze or older gold to take the others. Right now, first things first.
Tuelzanth wasted no time, bespeaking Jingth immediately as soon as hers agreed not to stay behind. Jingth? I do not mean to bother you, but mine wishes to know if you are able to take some of the smaller dragons like myself to the coast. I do not think any but you and the bronzes can do so,[/color] the green added apologetically. She felt shy speaking to the gold, but she wanted to get hers to the coast and she was no use here, in the sands. Besides, even though the feline, Winter, was scary, hers loved the white one and so Tuelzanth did not wish her to die from the smoke. She awaited a reply, feeling hopeful.
--Mihkal is watching and waiting, unable to really do much to help. He was helping throw sand onto the flames, but now is waiting for another instruction.
--Talien helps with moving injured people, and with the fire. Now he waits near the queen couch and helps organize people into groups for the dragons and whers to transport.[/size]
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Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Feb 9, 2010 0:22:16 GMT -5
Waiting for someone to shuffle the injured over as Eikask had asked, Piden realized that Red had been silent for a long time. This was not generally unusual for the salamandyr, but she was also the most scaredy beast Piden had every met. Putting a hand to his collar where she hid, he felt wetness but didn't worry about it. He was used to Red's internal fluids on him by now. The little green was completely frozen in fear, even her conection to Piden broken off. Too much for the poor creature, apparently. But her heart was still beating, she was still alive. That was all that mattered.
Piden nodded grimly at Roivao when he approached, glad of the Whermaster's presence. Shells, Piden was glad there weren't any Wherlings to handle. He gestured vaguely in the older Bronzehandler's direction, happy to hand off power and go his own way if Roi would take it, but no, Roi and Roisk would defer to him. How had this happened? Piden didn't like authority, and he didn't like BEING authority either. Too much responsibility. He shot a look at Pidesk, and the blinded Wher swung his head towards his handler instinctivly. Pidesk sure loved his family a lot.
And they were taking one of them. Two babies, without protection, wanted to take Dmisk and his outside. Pidesk was not having it, and by association, neither was Piden. Piden's outraged shout, however, was aborted by a hacking set of coughs, and by the time he recovered Roi and Roisk were dealing with it. Maybe. A quick overview of the sands showed all of the injured gone already, and Yosk and Ariysk taking weyrfolk and children. Piden hoped one of them had the sense to take any healer-types that might still be around, but they seemed to have things under control. Just to be sure, Pidesk impressed upon them the need to continue.
Swinging onto Pidesk's back and leaning along the Bronze's side to avoid the smoke, Piden headed for the group congregating at the human entrance. There were enough people there already, Piden was sure, but Pidesk would not let go of the feeling of teeth and claws, ripping attackers to shreds. Pidesk, small for a domestic bronze, wouldn't be much use carrying Dmisk, but he was still instinctivly driven to protect. Coming up next to Roivao, Piden simply growled, "Want a diversion?"
M'kai handed up a stray Weyrfolk girl and her smaller sister, getting them settled behind him as Futh readied himself to take off with a heavier load than usual. The redhead turned, ready with a clever double entendre to remind the older one to keep her arms tight around his waist when... NO. Screaming, flailing, dirty baby. In his arms. Without thinking, M'kai tried to shove it back where it came from, a totally horrified look on his face, but its source had dissapeared under none other than X'rx. Surprise that Cr'oph didn't already have his new charge in hand was smothered under horror of what he was holding.
Futh wasn't much happier. The girl had recently wet her pants as small children are wont to do, and some of it dripped down M'kai's arm and onto Futh's back. M'kaiMineLove? What. Is. That. the blue demanded, a growl starting in his throat. Weyrfolk girl wasn't happy about this, and made a move to get down, but M'kai shouted "GO GO GO" and Futh took off, going between less than a length from the ground.
Tenlie felt absolutely useless, Still crammed against the wall, she hadn't been able to do anything or help anything. She'd just been in the way. The smoke wasn't so bad for her- she already had a perpetual cough from inhalation, this was nothing new. She'd wait till the end, let the others evacuate before she got on a dragon- that was all she could do. Useless. She didn't like the feeling.
Then a dragon plunged to the groud outside the Grounds, a blue covered in ichor. Grabbing a few sheets someone had tossed her way, Ten started threading herself through the crowd. At least she could help stop bloodloss, if nothing else. Maybe she wouldn't be in the way out there... if she could ever get out there. Didn't people know how to move?
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Post by Sheari on Feb 9, 2010 19:45:52 GMT -5
Weith was growing anxious and R'men could feel it. Evacuation was going incredibly slow for a swarm of people on the verge of panic. Perhaps they feared between more than they feared asphyxiation? He had no doubt their fears were justified, the cold of the void scared him too. The bronze shifted on the couch, obviously growing more nervous, his eyes whirling a slow yellow in concern. I do not wish to linger, Mine, grab who you can and let us leave so that we can make this faster![/i] Weith nosed His to get the man moving.
"Evacuating now!" He called and hoisted up two nearby people. He grabbed Eliah and helped the man climb up before mounting himself. The two that had gotten up first were nervous, one being quite young, it was understandable. Hold on, be calm,"[/i] the dragon said to his passengers. It was odd to speak to others than His, but if it kept them from fidgeting and shifting on his neck, then it was necessary. Backing off the couch to get room, he jumped up, caught air and winked into the void.
R'men counted the heartbeats in his head as he felt his pulse in his ears. Once...twice...three times... Warm air rushed to greet them, and he gasped a little at the shock. In time the emergence from between would be less breath-taking, but this time was not that time.
Weith landed softly on the shore, a little bit of a distance away from the others, closest to Minth. He swiveled his neck to examine what he could in one eye. I assure you they are all here.[/b] The bronze turned his attention then to the assembled of his clutchsiblings. How long until they all arrived?
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Post by archenstone on Feb 11, 2010 12:31:06 GMT -5
Mirazeth blinked between, emerging dangerously close to one of the blues. Flame erupted in as narrow a stream as he could make it, aiming for the dragon's rider and arcing to the side. Momentum carrying him close enough to engage he flared his wings and whipped his tail forward. Hopefully if the blue dodged the flame he would get tangled up in Mirazeth's tail.X'vier was only slightly surprised at how aggressive his bonded was however they were both in agreement. They had to be quick and decisive to get things done. They had delayed long enough.
Mirazeth's suggestion had gone completely ignored. Figures, bronzes knew everything. Mirazeth didn't dislike the bronzes...or even care much about their typical way of looking at things but this had gone out of control. He felt that all he could do now is fight...and fight as if more than his life was at stake. Then again....that is case anyways right?
New commands, X'vier and Mirazeth blinked between again....appearing at Kierjaath's side. The bronze and browns would be hard to take at once surely? Mirazeth could smell ichor. His eyes blazed in anger and wariness. X'vier had a location in mind in case they needed to between.
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V'rael urged Taith to make his way to the Queen's couch. There was simply too much smoke. He coughed, holding the bottom half of his face under his shirt to filter smoke. Sweat made his clothes cling to him as heat from the fire drenched him head to toe. He made his way quickly, meeting up with a slick Taith. The fire is too big for me....He admitted unhappily. V'rael set his hand on the brown's hide briefly, sending him a wave of encouragement and gratitude.
"Lets get the kids out." Hearing someone call out about kids he made his way over. "I can fit......three kids with Taith." You sure? He felt Taith's confidence. Bending closer he said "Don't worry, we will take you away from the smoke where you will be safe okay?" He addressed the kids calmly. "Come now, up!" He carefully hefted a kid up to Taith's back, strapping him in. Each kid he carefully sat on Taith, who couched done as low as possible. Not much room left.
I won't let you fall.
Resigned, V'rael mounted and reinforced the image of the coastline. They rose up several feet and blinked between. V'rael was sprayed by sea water as a wave broke just beneath Taith. The ocean's sound was a healing balm to him. He had truly missed the sea! Now they had to unload these kids and evacuate others right? Taith landed, already thinking of where to between next.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 12, 2010 10:05:36 GMT -5
They are going to get you killed. The pleasant words were from Dreamyth and addressed exclusively to F’ur, trapped in her jaws as she spiraled downward, away from the fighting. She could destroy him quickly if she went between but that wasn’t her goal; instead she drifted, a graceful swirling form of green, toward the hatching grounds entrance.
There was a reason that none of the Fort dragons flamed: doing so with their proximity to the Selenitas dragons meant there was absolutely no way to not hit their own. The same was true for Selenitas – though obviously, the Selenitas dragons did not realize that. That became immediately clear with the attack on Inocenth – though whether or not he cared about hitting others was another story entirely. The blue from below weaved out of the way and twisted into the direction of Kaaoloth, as though to turn the flames toward him instead. One of the greens from above latched onto Inocenth’s back, digging her claws into the ridges lining his back and bit down on the back of his neck; her sister was not quite so lucky; she betweened with a hiss, burnt down her side. Minor burns, nothing she couldn’t deal with, but annoying nonetheless. The green held on as Inocenth thrashed, using her weight to keep him from flying into one of her wingmates, and then abruptly let him go as he crashed toward the ground. She disappeared between a second later.
The blue in question turned in time to see Kaaoloth coming and slashed at the brown’s eyes with his claws before snapping his wings in. The entire movement was all in one quick twist and he fell rapidly toward the ground to avoid the attack before disappearing between.
He’d been expecting the rest to come to their aid. There was a reason that Ysaloth had his dragons attack in bulk – so that no one could be targeted by the Selenitas riders before they accomplished their goals. He felt his claw nick the bronze’s wing, but Ar’ren alerted him to flames coming from behind… and Ysaloth wove awkwardly to the side to avoid them. The movement put Morreliath into his sights and a smug hint of amusement passed through him; just like him to go to rescue the other bronze. His brown companion released Kierjaarth at that moment and turned into the significantly larger dragon’s attack. His claws latched onto Morreliath’s shoulders and he turned. His own hide dripped ichor and he spun with as much strength as he could muster to push Morreliath just slightly to the side – in front of him and directly into the line of Sonarth’s fire, while Ysaloth chose that moment to disappear between to avoid it. The Selenitas bronzes were targeted to be flamed by one of their own.
The sound of a green’s scream resounded through the air. From above came a dragon she hadn’t seen, as her focus had been on Frosstyth. Claws impacted her back and she turned instinctively, tearing them clear through her own hide to release herself; ichor the color of her hide oozed down her sides, but the offending claws were shredded from her skin, away from her precious rider. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw flame that bathed her side and down the front of the dragon attacking her – easily hitting the blue’s face – before she went between and took the other blue with her. She was hurt badly, but she’d never give up to these riders. She reappeared high above the fighting, thrashing to free herself from the blue’s grip before flaming aimlessly into the air; her wing was no where nearby so the only target she could hope to hit was her attacker.
The blue, having narrowly avoided Frosstyth’s flames, swerved to fly up toward the brown’s belly. His claws outstretched, he flew faster and hit… open air. Growling his frustration, he disappeared between. He and the green who had attacked Inocenth both came out of between above – flying circuits to scout the positions of the other Selenitas dragons; some were missing. Definitely missing. There was one – the one who had attacked him earlier. Anger flashed through the blue’s eyes before he and the female disappeared again, only to reappear right next to Rinagth, the arrogant female who had dared to go for his tail.
They came from the sides, the green targeting the upper half of Rinagth’s body, while the blue went for her hindquarters. In his fury, the blue turned and flamed straight at the younger green, fully intending to burn her alive. One less irritant to get in the way. A brown reappeared above him and the green turned, banking to the side abruptly before warning her blue wingmate. He hissed audibly to disappear between in order to avoid the attack, unaware if his flame hit Rinagth or not.
Ysaloth, on the other hand, reappeared directly above Sonarth with just enough time to spare to drag his claws at the blue’s back – aiming for his rider to remove her and the other dragon from the fight. They needed to eliminate Selenitas quickly. Too much coordination meant they would be at a disadvantage. Much better to even the scores.
Still spiraling downward, Dreamyth turned and with a startling amount of force, from high enough up to avoid the flames licking her hide but not high enough up to guarantee death, she flung the rider from her jaws… straight at the entrance of the hatching sands where he would surely be seen. And to Eveyth she said snidely, Consider this one your fault, little green. If you hadn’t been so quick to believe everything you were told by your fool brothers and wingleader, he wouldn’t be hurt. Ysaloth is too compassionate for his own good. He did not lie to you. And neither will I: this man’s fate is on your hide. She didn’t wait for a response before betweening. Her wingmates needed her.
((Future reference: Nothing pisses me off more than attacking my NPCs then having your character disappear between and attack an entirely different set, all within the same post. Give my characters time to respond. They will. It’s totally unrealistic for them to stand there and wait for you guys to pwn them. The next person I see doing this is getting wtfpwnd by admin powers. Your only warning.))
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