Rei
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Post by Rei on Feb 12, 2010 15:09:28 GMT -5
Mavenath didn’t get a moment to protest before he was lifted. The bronze spread his wings to try and take, at least a little of, the strain off of his teacher. At least he was the largest. The others would be easier. Then between enveloped them and he could feel his bonded shudder in response to the cold and black. It is ok Crymine. He felt the boy’s arms encircle his neck as far as was possible in response. Then they broke into warm air and where released. Keeping his wings spread the little bronze caught the thermal and drifted elegantly down to the ground. He back winged at just the right time to land with a thump.
Cr’oph looked up in time to see Darya and Azrath disappear again. “Faranth be with you.” He whispered quietly as he dismounted. Fair skies Azrath. Do not worry I will keep control. The bronze responded in turn. He would to. These siblings where his, and Fort would not touch them while he was around. Striding to a point where he could see the sky and still have some cover he waited for his clutch siblings to arrive. Soon the next one was brought. Angle into a glide and once you touch down join me over here. Be quick we have to keep the landing space clear. The bronze said gently, eyes whirling in clam green shades. He had to be the strong one now.
Cr’oph put his hand on the bronze as he watched. Just please Faranth let his family get out of this ok. He wouldn’t even be a bit more relaxed until X’rx and Eveyth at the very least showed up. Waiting sucked.
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Erilena swung around as she was addressed and coughed at the smoke. A quick look at Nautic and she nodded. “No between. Give him to Roi.” To the bronze handler she remarked. “Keep him awake he can’t be allowed to sleep. Ask his mindmates to help.” Trusting that the gold handler would understand she turned and beckoned to Feyrianth and Dmisk. She would have liked to let the gold handler follow but his wher was needed for evacuation.
“Come on then big guy. R’ven here has your bonded.” The greenrider said quietly to Dmisk to further coax him along. The sight of the handler in R’ven’s arms set a shiver through her. It was Dmitri. Even in his horrible state she recognized him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had remembered Demi had impressed blue. She hadn’t wanted to believe that this wher was his. Trying to keep a handle on her emotions, if she messed up she would never forgive herself, she lead the little band as quickly as was possible with their injured parties.
This was horribly wrong, all of it. Her friends. Why her friends? Nephele, K’sel, Demi, R’ven, they better all pull through this. What if she majorly screwed up now? Love mine yes? Bye no. Leo offered as reassurance from his place curled in her breastband. His was the best she couldn’t mess up. It will be fine Lena my love. You will know what to do. Feyrianth offered her own reassurances as she helped the wher beside her.
Uplifted by the words and encouragement of her mindmates, Erilena mentally went over what would be needed. Demi needed to be kept unconscious. That much she knew. The girl would do what she could for him. However she was no experienced healer. She would do what logic and common sense dictated and hope for the best. It was all she could do. Nautic needed to be kept awake and probably stitches. In this fashion the small journey seemed to take forever.
Finally they had made it to the human entrance and her lungs burned with the smoke. So much smoke. Bad for the lungs but they didn’t have a choice. Somehow R’ven’s words caused a smile, however brief, to flit across Erilena's face and she looked up at her classmate. Her eyes where tearing from the smoke. Or that’s what she told herself anyway. “Race huh? Don’t let me beat you this time.” Those words where only for him as she gave his arm a light squeeze.
Turning her head she addressed the others. “Well lets go. Everyone stay close. Fey tells me that Kaaoloth will cover us if needed, but we have to as be fast as possible. With the fighting Fort should be distracted at the moment.” Then Piden and his wher showed up and she fought a surge of anger. That was with these handlers? Didn’t they see that getting the people out was more important than anything? Sighing she turned to Roivao. “Redirect him to evacuate the others please. We have enough of a group as it is Be quick we are losing time.”
Then she lifted her voice so the whole little rag tag band could hear. “At the count of three then. Make for the trees. Move as fast as you are able and use the smoke as cover. Once you arrive get past the smoke and we will regroup.” Taking a deep breath she touched Feyrianth’s mind and found the green ready. “One! Two! Three! Go!” Trotting forward she stayed with her green and the blue wher. Hurry, hurry, towards the trees. Faranth please let them make it.
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Kaaoloth swerved and touched Behruth’s mind in acknowledgement at his words. His tone was thankful. Thank you Behruth. We will keep and eye and help them if needed. Banking to the left he let Sel’n know what was going on. The Weyrlingmaster was not happy but he knew it was a lost cause now. Don’t draw attention towards them Kaao. If we need to cover them we will, but Fort will be watching us. Try to keep them engaged, that is our best hope. Things where unraveling fast. His weyrlings. All he could do was pray for them now, and hope. Darya knew what she was doing and the Zodiac class was performing well. At least some would be spared. So much for Benden and their promised help.
Kaaoloth gave a pulse of understanding at Morreliath’s words and passed the orders to Sel’n. We make sure the small injured group has made it to the trees. Then we do what S’kor says if we have to. Understand Kaaoloth? The brown gave an overwhelming pulse of love for his and hissed in anger at their opponents. If these invaders seek to take us then let it be. There has been too much bloodshed. Sel’n nodded in understanding and swallowed. The gravity of the situation had hit him long ago. Selenitas, his home, was being attacked partially because of him. For whatever reason. All this blood….it would be on his hands. That thought pained him more than anything. All these people he had come to know and respect and he couldn’t do a shardblasted thing to prevent their deaths.
Still making their way towards the midst of the fighting Kaaoloth was forced to turn his head as a blue slashed for his eyes. Ichor squirted as the blue’s talons dug into the flesh below his whirling eyes instead. Near miss. Sel’n flinched at the shared pain and redirected his brown to a spot above the fighting. Things where getting chaotic and it was getting near impossible to miss friendly fire. Picking a suitable spot the brown pair transferred between and reappeared higher above the fighting.
Swinging his head the brown took survey of the area.The group has left the sands and are on their way to the tree line. Kaaoloth suddenly remarked, snorting to clear his nostrils as the ichor from his facial wound dripped into them. Good keep them in sight. I’ll watch our backs for now. Be ready to move. The man watched the dragon’s square off beneath. Selenitas wasn’t coming out very well. Fort was too organized and the majority of the wing had not been versed well in real combat. Things where looking bad.
~~~ Someone feel free to evac Tynaris. He is most likely panicking atm ^^
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Feb 12, 2010 17:04:57 GMT -5
Shards. Coughing, his arm tightened. Blood. Broken ribs, no doubt...his lung hadn't collapsed that he could tell. "Picked the wrong person...if you expected to subdue them," he commented wryly. Nevermind that Fort was in the middle of tearing the Selenitas dragons apart. No one was likely to stand still and simply take it, even had he been more than a not-terribly-liked bluerider. Poor planning on Fort's part. Likely she was just taunting him, though...seemed the type.
Inocenth growled, trying to shield His from his own pain. His cold voice snarled through the minds of the rest of the wingmembers'. By all means; flame each other. That will solve everything. At least aim first, brown pup, he added to Frosstyth. Inocenth turned his ire on His, though he trembled in reaction. He was never one to show such things. Why don't you keep on goading her? I took a fall to protect you, but of course that doesn't mean anything. I love you, too, his rider responded, his words a soft mental brush. The blue's head dipped, growling at his helplessness.
The suddeness of the release wrenched his arm, and he could feel the ball joint sliding out of the socket. It was a manageable height to fall from...normally. A dislocated shoulder and the other arm a bloody mess and definitely not responding added new dimensions, however, and F'ur's mind was sluggish. Turns of training at least kept him from stiffening up; his body struck ground limply, momentum sending him rolling. Pain flared in his knee to join the rest, and he thought he might have cracked a few ribs on the other side, too, as he came to rest. Body felt on fire. A moment's pause before he realized that was likely because it was. Or, rather, his boot had caught. Ligaments in the knee had snapped, however, and he couldn't move it. Well...at least he hadn't paralyzed himself? Would be nice not to burn up slowly though. Yes...he thought vaguely, darkness edging in.
Inocenth screamed, the sound one of definite rage, and he attempted to gather his limbs beneath him, but he was in only slightly better shape than His. The blue settled for dragging himself slowly over the ground toward F'ur. Too slow. For the first time in a long time, emotion crackled behind his words as he addressed the few still in the Hatching Sands. Someone...needs to move Mine. Please.
Daark. Batted at the noisemaker above him, whimpering at the stabbing sensation it sent through his throbs. Oh look, bones...he stared at them through one eye, wriggling the fingers slowly and ignoring how much it hurt. Everything hurt anyway. "White," he murmured, to no one in particular. "And the finger bone's connected to the...slightly bigger finger bone," the harper managed in a weak sing-song that dissolved into coughing.
Dmisk limped markedly (though there was nothing wrong enough with his foreleg to cause that), the blue crooning at Erilena's words. He nudged right up to R'ven to keep close to His.
It was in the midst of handing down one of the last weyrlings. Grouch shrieked, the blue's tail tightening around his neck to the point that if he didn't wear the collar to stop people from staring at the nasty scarring on his neck, the flit likely would have partly strangled him. Reminding himself to let go of the weyrling's hand, his heart caught in his throat. "Grouch?" Flitter teeth found his ear, the small body trembling violently against his jaw. Sneak had taken to crooning and nuzzling at the tail in an obvious attempt to cajole the blue, which was...he almost never reacted to anything. Cursing, M'ta curled his fingers through the riding strap...but Behruth wasn't taking wing.
Not a thread of emotion remained in his voice. "Ruth. Fly." Ciceroth and His, all of our wing and Ismaroth's wing are there. What can you do that they can't? "Don't..." He'll be fine. "Ruth." He wasn't...fine. A hole was eating through his stomach and working its way outward in radiating circles. We're needed here. Ciceroth's won't let anything happen. He already has! Shardblast it, Ruth...now's not the time to be stubborn. No. It's not. Our brothers and sisters need us above the Hatching Sands. He didn't like to fight, but...They are Fort. They kill ours. The same as the ones in the infirmary. Here we can do more. The coordinates, Mine.
M'ta slid down against the neck of his dragon, grinding his lip between his teeth till it bled. "Fine." Three seconds later, the pair slipped Between, erupting high over the embattled dragons. "Rina," M'ta decided almost instantly, taking in the green and blue doubleteaming her and noting the arrival and subsequent disappearance of Mirazeth. That wouldn't delay them for long. Behruth flung himself into a steep dive, flashing a warning to Rinagth as he did so. Silent, not announcing his presence, he hoped to hit the green before the blue could reemerge and warn her of his attack. Claws raked forward. At this speed, her neck would break if he hit her, and even if it didn't, he was taking the rider. If he hit her.
Helping Rinagth shake these pests. You have our strength to command as well, Morreliath, Behruth told the bronze briskly.
Ow. Ow. Ow. He writhed. They had him. No! The hand contacted his face sharply, shocking X'rx into immobility, his knees nearly giving out. Bringing up his free arm, he wiped the blood away where his lip had split, dark eyes finding her face in the confusion. "Mae?" he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Eveyth was quick to reassure. I'm fine, Mine. You are perfect, but this is not the then time, it is the now time. And now we must go. We must. The small green twitched, then, head swiveling toward the opening to the hatching sands. What? No! With a keen of anguish, the small green suddenly took off for the entrance. No, no, please... Already thrown...she didn't know who she was pleading with or why.
X'rx thrashed again, Eveyth's emotions overwhelming him in waves on top of the slap and Mae's harsh words to him, the tears streaking down his face. His foot connected solidly with her shin and he sprinted past. Eveyth couldn't...no if she went outside they might hurt her. All his fault. He called to her, but she didn't slow. The weyrling finally leapt, catching her about the shoulders, and the two tumbled into a trembling heap. Because of me...because of me, Mine, she whispered in his mind, burying her head against his neck. "None of this is your fault. They want to hurt and kill? That's their choice. None of it is your fault," he insisted fiercely.
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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 12, 2010 18:17:11 GMT -5
Tenlie was still struggling towards the entrance to the sands, moving slowly against the tide that was intent on pushing the opposite direction. No one had keened, so no one had died yet (she'd picked that up from stories as a child, but honestly had no idea how truthful it was), but it didn't look good for the injured Blue. But right as she freed herself from the crowd, a new... patient appeared. A Green tossed a Rider to the ground (Ten only assumed it was a Selenitas rider, she had no idea who was who anymore) , then returned to the air. Tenlie hovered at the entrance, not sure what to do. Stupidity wasn't her strong point, and neither was courage, and she wasn't a healer. But she did have blankets, and that man was on fire.
On fire. That man was on fire! Panic took over, and Ten snapped her flapping jaw shut, leaping into a uncoordinated run. She jumped over or danced around flaming patches, heedless of the heat. She was a smith, after all, fire didn't bother her much. What felt like either seconds or about three hours later she reached F'ur's side, and smothered his foot with a blanket. She tried to be gentle, but was more worried about putting the fire out than keeping the Bluerider happy. The oxygenless fire went out, and Tenlie finally registered that some strange, uncomfortable voice had told her to move... mine? Whose? Still unfamiliar with the voices of dragons in her head and riding high on a wave of half adrenaline half panic, she turned to the rider for instructions. Poking him lightly in the shoulder, she said, "Um. I do be... um. Can you move?"
Piden growled aloud at the baby Greenrider's idiocy. They were going to charge out into open ground, now, while an entire wing of Fort dragons hung out above. Three whers, two injured, six people, and two baby dragons. None of them could flame, only one could go between, and none of them would stand a chance if Fort took notice. Not only that, but they'd alert the foreign riders that something odd was going on in the hatching sands, possibly dooming everyone left inside, AND they might distract the Selenitas fighters. He completely agreed that Dmitri and Nautic and their respective Whers needed to be treated as soon as possible, but was it worth possibly sacrificing everyone in the Sands, not to mention the 'rescue mission' group as well? Piden had no doubt that Fort would not hesitate to flame people trying to leave. It's what he would do, in their position. And then she didn't even speak to him- she talked over his head, the way you would to a fretful child (and, of course, the way Piden talked to everyone).
Reaching out to grab the idiot girl's arm and give her a mouthful, he hissed again. She was gone, and everyone was moving. Without even thinking, they were going, and putting hundreds of people in danger. Shooting Roi a look that VERY clearly stated that speaking would mean death (honestly, Piden respected the older Wherhandler, but Piden handled the oldest bronze wher at Selenitas right now, and if stupid people were making decisions, he was happy to point that out. Too bad the people worth pointing it out to were gone), he swung back up on Pidesk's back and nudged him towards the large entrance.
Pidesk hung back a little, scared now at his rider's ferocity, unsused to it in the past cushy months. The bronze had hoped that part of his rider was gone forever, but apparently it wasn't. So Pidesk, peaceful to his core, carried his rider to the Sands main entrance, fully aware that if things started looking bad for the greenweyrling and her 'charges', Piden would do the stupidest thing he had ever done for less than flimsy reasons, simply because he loved Pidesk and Pidesk loved Dmisk and Nautsk.
They wanted people from High Reaches? Piden could be from High Reaches.
Any Senior Weyrlings waiting for Futh to show up would just have to wait, or go back without him. He was lost.
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Post by rii on Feb 12, 2010 18:22:40 GMT -5
R'ven let his eyes roam over the small collection of people he and Erilena were gathering, ending on Dmisk near his leg. The more that follow them, the more likely it would be that they would be spotted by the dragons circling above. His arms naturally tightened on Dmitri when Roi spoke. A particularly unfriendly look was shot at the older man. Orders, fine, R'ven could deal with following orders – but being told that he was doing more harm than good irked him beyond reason. The smith was loathed to hand over Dmitri. The harper was his responsibility and R'ven honestly felt better about the entire situation if he felt like he was helping someone. "You need to ride with him. He's unconscious and can't hold on," He told flatly to Roi – not bothering in this time and moment to curb the harsh tone to the words. Picking up on R'ven's mood and mounting stress, Trilaranth began lowly growling at the two bronze whers. Not point in getting mad. R'ven repeated the phrase to himself. Just get out. Quick. Silently he shook his head at Piden – Erilena already speaking the words that crossed his mind. As he reluctantly handed over Dmitri's semi-unconscious form – it took an strong effort to not look down to view the injured hand as the harper sang something about bones (he didn't have anything to cover it) – R'ven thought to withdraw from the group to lessen the number of people out in the open and hopefully give them a better chance at getting away. You don't want to leave them, and I don't either. Why stay here and inhale this smoke? We should between with Azrath You'd just worry about them there, helpless – we're going with them. R'ven glanced down at his tiring brown. Erilena was already starting a count so there wasn't any time to further debate the matter. As they broke out into the open stretch, R'ven looked up to keep an eye out for any approaching dragon (not that he thought he could dodge one, but it didn't hurt to try and be prepared?) __________ His claws hit his mark, but any sense accomplishment was short lived when Saboth noticed the movements of Frosstyth. A cold rage filled the pale blue. That fool. Saboth had told the brown of his intentions, yet the novice couldn't seem to keep control long enough before turning to flame – right at him. Saboth was too close, everything moving too quickly that there was little he could do to avoid taking the fire. That didn't mean he didn't try. With claws still in the green the blue rolled to at least present only his side to Frosstyth's lack of judgment. Pain seared through him as the flames washed over his face and down his neck, the world going dark – and the familiar chill of between had him grasping more tightly on the green. He halted any attacks until he felt the humid warmth of Selenitas. Blindly he bit for her, claws ripping at anything within his grasp while imagining it was the brown – his ally – responsible for his current pain. But she was slipping away and he was.. lost. What he did know was the pull of gravity was down. Saboth twisted around and climbed up into the sky as fast as his wings would allow. With the light fog had come the clouds – at least he still hoped that he was in a section of sky that wasn't open. The cool mist that made up the clouds wafted over his charred flesh, offering the slightest amount of relief along with reassurance that he had found the clouds. I cannot, Morreliath. I have been removed from the fight. A thread of ire passed along through his mind voice, but he didn't elaborate. Pointing fingers was not going to get anything accomplished here and now. Saboth's claws flexed out of irritation as he circled through the clouds he could feel misting over his hide – hopefully they were thick enough to keep him out of sight. Saboth cut off his connection with his rider, to spare him the pain.. but also to keep him from hearing the following conversation. Inocenth, the dark blue was still around, so that had to mean that the fortian green had not finished off that annoying man – yet. Where does she take yours – maybe Mine can reach him. Maybe. Not likely. Saboth was a practical dragon. He had no illusion of His being able to save Inocenth's – but his motives were entirely to try and ease the damage to His once the time had come to pass. I can no longer see to direct Mine.F'lix had dropped from the tree branch, landing in a tight crouch with his palm pressed against the warm ground. The other hand covered half his face, undamaged, but the pain washing over his link to Saboth was impossible to ignore. The world tilted around him, making F'lix curl his finger into the dirt to anchor himself to reality. A wave of nausea hit him, then quickly faded as he felt Saboth's mind withdrawal. F'lix was left to blink in a disorientated fashion at the foliage around him. Stupid. Shard-blasted. Southern idiots. F'lix silently cursed as his all to familiar temper flared to the surface with an accompanying growl. Absently he continued to rub at his face as he got his bearings. No longer having eyes in the sky put him out of the loop for what was going on with the fight. Cautiously F'lix picked his way toward the clearing outside the entrance they had assembled to protect. That's when he saw it, the streak of green – a body being thrown – but it was the sight of grounded Inocenth moving toward the figure that caused a halt. The little puzzle pieces of information rapidly fell into place to reveal the disquieting image. F'lix felt a cold wind pass through him..
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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 12, 2010 22:04:43 GMT -5
As Nautic stirred Eikane glanced down at him and his arms involunatarily tightened when the girl said no betweening. That meant he had to try and escape with Dmitri and the others. He didn't want to leave him with Roivao. He didn't want any of them doing such a foolish thing...and yet there was no choice. Eikask reminded him that she could easily carry the green one's bonded. It was odd of her to actually offer but she didn't like Hers being so distraught. He just shook his head and turned the care of Dmitri and Nautic fully over to Roi and the odd little team.
He watched them for a moment before he needed to do something in order to keep from worrying himself insane. He put a hand on Eikask's side and urged her towards the queen's couch and the people they were supposed to be evacuating. She didn't want to let Dmisk or Loud one out of her sight either but Hers had won back a basic control of her actions. She could understand the neccessity of moving people (Hers was suffering from the smoke as well) and she allowed that the group leaving on foot had Roisk with them.
Eikask rumbled slightly as strangers were allowed on her. So wrong. She only ever gave rides to Hers because he was perfect. These...these others were not. Eikane patted her side and approached one more person. Last one this trip. "Hey, come on. No time for panicking boy," he told Tynaris, giving him a small shove towards his gold. "Get up on Eikask behind the others." The harper looked around at everyone still in the hatching grounds and grimaced. So many. He'd be freezing from going between so much. He did up his riding gear and climbed up onto the gold. "Hold on to the person in front of you and try not to panic," he told Eikask's other passengers. She leaped into the air and as soon as she could she transfered to the weyr in Hers' mind.
She landed in the weyr and in no uncertain terms told her passengers to get off. With growls. Once they were Hers chuckled weakly and had her go back to get more people to ride on her. One of her worth being used to transport people...so unfair.
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Dy'shi closed his eyes tightly as Chakraith and him were brought to the clearing. He was worried for her sake. They weren't even supposed to be flying yet! Yet here they were in the air. You are light. I am unharmed, she assured him in her calm tones. She listened to her brother's suggestion and as she landed with little of her usual grace she moved away from the landing area. She could hardly be blamed for her blundered landing, untrained as she was.
She looked at Mavenath for a moment before turning her gaze to the sky to watch for her other siblings. While she normally would have laid down in such a seemingly peaceful clearing the blue kept standing. Dy'shi pulled down the cloth around his nose and breathed deeply. It was nice to be able to breathe clean air again! He looked over at Cr'oph and gave a slight wave. He wasn't entirely sure what he was conveying. Maybe that he was alright or that he'd be willing to help. Or even something entirely different.
((Feel free to have a character transported by Eikane. And Rei, feel free to say Charming pops in with Lena whenever you want.))
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Feb 13, 2010 0:27:48 GMT -5
Nautic heard something about him needing to be awake, but it was hard to with his eyes closed like they were. He almost, almost squirmed as he was handed off, he didn't want to go anywhere. Nautsk sensing his mixed state, flooded him with emotions. She soothed his confusion but kept him alert, she understood that he couldn't sleep even if he didn't understand why. If the young female said he could not then he would not if she had anything to say about it. "Nau...tsk." Mine shut up! Save energy yes. Absinthe was frightened for her Human, but it didn't stop her from ordering him around. Now was one of the few times she was glad that she hadn't drunken anything earlier. Nautic of course, just curled into the next source of warmth that pressed against him. He was so over everything. All he wanted to do was sleep but nobody was letting him. Why? All he ever did was what people told him to do, and he normally did it well. So why couldn't he, this one time, be allowed to disregard them? If it wasn't for Nautsk getting involved in the matter, Nautic would. If his Wher was so intent on keeping him awake he would try, but try was the key word.
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And then they were in the sky again. She steadied herself as Jingth rose higher, fighting to balance both herself and Kai. Kaegan was used to being strapped into the harness but riding double while in a hurry did not allow for enough time to do that. Looking down as Kai bounced a little, the Weyrwoman watched as he stared downward his eyes wide and alert. Oh great, he liked heights. Thoughts of him falling out of trees and off rocks crossed her mind before they winked Between. Kai didn't like going into the void, and he made that obvious to his mother. It was cold and uncomfortable and he did not want to do it again. Shh little crier. Okay it be shh. Twinkle twinkle little star... She zoned out of Dash's one sided conversation as they spiraled downward, watching the angle of their descent so she could prepare herself for landing.
Swinging her leg over, Kaegan shifted Kai to a better position before sliding down, her boots making a thump as they hit the ground. She wobbled before she regained her balance, holding her son tightly against her chest just in case. Stepping away from Jingth so Meira could get down, the Weyrwoman turned to watch the young Goldrider, but she didn't get down. Instead she held Riaren out. She moved forward and almost instinctively switched Kai to the other side of her body, reaching up she braced the other baby against her chest as she wrapped her free arm around his lower back. Shifting him gently downward as all of his weight was transfered to her, Kaegan stopped him in a comfortable position to hold him in. "Don't worry Meira. I'll watch them like a mother lizardhawk." Boy were two babies heavy. Stepping back so that Jingth could take off, Kaegan shifted the babies for a better grip. Kai on the other hand was making it difficult, he was reaching over to prod at Riaren's shoulder.
Switching her attention, the Weyrwoman smiled at Meira before frowning. She needed to get to the edge of the clearing, Dragons where not obstacles that were easily avoided. Picking her way over to the closest tree, she whispered quietly to both of the boys, doing her best to keep them from fussing. Dash was helping and she was sure Mimic would too.
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Eliah squawked as he was grabbed and then hoisted up onto a Dragon's neck. Well, that was one way of getting an evacuation done. Grabbing onto the person in front of him, the Candidate wiggled slightly and then realized something. "Rishin hup!" He grabbed the furry body as it sprung up in front of him, holding her close to him as he steadied himself with his legs. Sorry Dragon, but he wasn't going to leave her behind. His toes hit something. Looking to the side as someone grabbed him from behind, he hooked his boots under some straps since he couldn't hold someone with his hands. He wobbled something fierce as they leapt into the air, but the sensation was nothing like what going between felt like. As they came out, he started coughing. His lungs were having a field day, first smoke inhalation and then the deprivation of any oxygen. He'd be lucky if he didn't pass out later on today. Eliah wanted to bury his nose in Rishin's fur but that would only make the coughing worse.
They landed and he got off faster than a frightened tunnelsnake, his Canine having jumped down before him. Rishin was shaking but otherwise unharmed by the jump, which was good. But he on the other hand was having a hard time breathing. Note to self, don't be close to a fire and then go Between.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Feb 13, 2010 17:35:04 GMT -5
Roivao turned and took the blindfold from Ariya. He nodded gratefully, managing a small smile for her, before his attention was grabbed by the arrival of Piden and Pidesk. Roi spared a moment to tie the blindfold over Roisk eyes while Erilena talked sense in R'ven. He could understand the weyrling's reluctance, but they couldn't waste much more time. He jumped up on Roisk's back and helped R'ven ease Dmitri into a half sitting position leaning aggainst Roi. He could R'ven wasn't happy about it and he wished he could assure him better.
"I will," he assured him. He was about to suggest R'ven ride with them as well. Roisk could probably manage that many, even with Dmitri half laying across his back, but he had gone back to his dragon. Just as well, he supposed, he knew it wasn't fun to be separated from your dragon in a crisis. Speaking of which, Erilena and Piden seemed to want to fight over what to do. Roi cursed inwardly. Why were young people so impulsive and insubordinate? He didn't care who thought who was right, if they didn't get it clear who was in charge, it would all end in chaos.
First thing was first. Rio helped Eikane ease Nautic on to Roisk as well. At least they were both small. Roisk assured him he would carry all three without trouble and he would go as smooth as possible. Roi hugged Roisk chest with his knees so he could hold on to his injured passengers with his hands. Even with Roisk trying his best, this wasn't going to be a walk across the bowl. At least Eikane seemed to have the right idea of what to do now, Roi wished he could say the same for others.
Roi was tempted just to let them fight it out. Erilena clearly didn't value his opinion that much, if she was moving without waiting for his answer, as if she were in charge. Piden was clearly furious and even seemed mad at him, though he hadn't said a word yet. Roi shook his head. It seemed like one of life's little jokes. Give him a bronze wher and people kept looking at him to do something, as if he had any idea how to be in charge. He opened his mouth, but it didn't matter. Erilena and her group were already gone and Piden was too far away to call to. Whatever happened now it was out of his hands.
Even R'ven was going with them?! It was too late to call him back. Shards, but were they all idiot?! There was nothing for it, they had to go now or lose the distraction of the fight above them. Roi nudged Roisk forward, concentrating on the one thing he could control, whether he and his charges made it to the trees alive. Roisk started forward at a loping run, trying to keep his back steady. As he went, he touched Kaaoloth's mind gently, hoping he wouldn't distract him from the fight. He just needed to let him know they were leaving now, though he was not pleased with the impulsive action. Roi hung on to Dmitri and Nautic, trying to keep his eyes on the trees and the dragons above. If they got out of this, he swore he would organize an emergency evacuation plan. One that preferably didn't involve suicide runs, or everyone trying to be in charge at once.
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Hoayamae sighed. She must be getting old, or maybe it was the smoke, but she hadn't recognized the boy until he's stopped squirming. At least that was something. Mae didn't feel the need to apoligize, it was more important to stay alive. Apologies could wait. "Xerxes," she started, her voice more soothing. "You need to...Shard it!" X'rx's foot had connected with her scarred leg, causing it to collapse again.
Mae glowered after him. When this was over, she would teach him a thing or two about manners. He had apparently forgotten his. Mae eased herself back up and started to hobble after them. Just when she'd gotten X'rx to at least stop moving, the little green has to start panicking. Mae had no idea what could have set her off, but that hardly mattered. Now she just need to stop them from doing anything stupid.
Mae reached the pair and looked down at them, though her eyes were more sympathetic this time. Though it was something she would never have, she knew the bond between rider and dragon was strong. In this chaos, it was hard enough to keep oneself calm, much less two minds at once. She held out a hand to help the boy up. "Come on, you two," she said patiently, though she was quickly losing hers. "There's nothing more to do here. Let's find someone to get you out of here."
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 13, 2010 17:41:45 GMT -5
It was more a feeling than anything else, one J’on only felt through being connected to Rinagth, but suddenly he was subtlety aware of a new dragon sharing their airspace. A glance around showed a fort green coming for them from one side, Rina hissed quietly, and opened her jaws, but no flame emerged, she was too close to her allies for that unless she was right on top of the green and could be certain she wouldn’t miss, vengeful as she was feeling Rina didn’t want to hit one of her dragons by mistake. Instead she flexed her claws, fixing to dart in for close combat. Rina, the blue! Flame!
Warned by her rider’s frantic mental shout, and told which way to go by his yanking at her staps as if she were a giant runnerbeast Ringath turned, and dropped, a little too late. The green’s cry as the blue dragon’s flame caught her along the flank and tail was wild fury rather than pain.
J’on suddenly found himself locked in a battle of wills as he and Rinagth flicked between and reappeared about a foot below their original location, his dragon was all for finding the blue who’d flamed her, betweening right on top of him, and flaming the wings off him. J’on however was slightly more concerned about the green who was still right on top of them. The scream of another dragon, Inocenth according to Rinagth’s thought, only enraged the green further, especially now that pain was gnawing it’s way in over shock and rage. Then, quite suddenly she dropped another few feet in height. Behruth comes. the green reported half turning and lifting all four sets of claws, should Behruth miss his strike Ringath would be ready to catch, and hopefully dispatch, the invader.
((Darya and Yoalla are still occupied with the evacuation, Darya fully intends to read the riot act later and saying so loudly.))
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Post by Lotty on Feb 13, 2010 20:57:55 GMT -5
If Mi'rah didn't think he was on the brink of death before, then he definitely would now as events unfolded before him on the tips of wild dragon flame. Oranges and yellows curled and licked at the air in front of and to the side of the rider and dragon, and with the option of between wiped off the table (both he and Kierjaarth were too cut up to take the risk) the man could only lift his arm in a futile attempt to shield himself from "friendly fire". What had he done to these southerners to end up here? Who's oatmeal did he piss in? It was so frustrating, and if he lived through this - and they weren't taken over and subjected to some kind of subservient slavery by Fort - well then....then he might actually give someone a piece of his mind. Maybe.
But let's take it back to the beginning shall we? He had gotten double teamed and that simply wasn't fair. Benden pride aside, he wasn't super dragon, and there wasn't a way for him to avoid the two browns without getting torn up ad leaking ichor every each way. It was oozing down his dark bronze side and mingling with crimson of his rider's blood making an ugly muck colored mess. Gross. Accordingly that sharding brown that scarred him so should have to pay. After all, he had hurt Mi'rah. His Mi'rah and nobody was allowed to do so. The man was his property and only he had the right to treat him like a weenie, so sayeth the rules of the weenie - asshole relationship.
Regardless Mi'rah had him go for Ysaloth which...seemed to be a popular target. Popular enough that it caused a little congestion there in the skyways. Not good. Things from that point on went too quickly for the pair to keep in order. Sonarth had appeared from between and almost just as quickly Ysaloth was able to blink away, escaping while Kierjaarth was too distracted by the plume of flame that came from the blue. Hisssss. This action resulted in an unabashed irritation from the bronze, as if that wasn't already evident from his red-tinged eyes.... There wasn't enough time for anything else though, even though he did want to threaten his wingmates for playing with fire. He had to get out of the way and he took a hard bank to the right. Burned his hide a little it did, but it saved His, and if anything the scorches only balanced out the pain from the talon wounds.
This left the question: Now what? His target had gotten away, and he wasn't stupid enough to wing after a creature who had the advantage of tele-porting...he couldn't go after blues or greens either...way too fast even for a lithe bronze like him. He circled around in his place to get a look at all of the attackers...snarling. His rider though was hurting, even if he wouldn't admit it. He was too afraid of attracting another barrage of attacks on him after all. He saw what the green has done to F'ur. He didn't particularly want to be snatched up either. So doubling over, Mi'rah brought himself as close to Kier's hide as he could get. He was feeling woozy.
((Let me know if I botched anything up and I will fix it asap.))
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Post by midnight on Feb 14, 2010 4:55:47 GMT -5
Meagen watched the evacuation with tired eyes. Her breathing was a bit off, but she'd be ok. She had been through much worse then this, in her mind. Her eyes focused on the forms of her family, and their dragons. As they took off. A small feeling of foreboding filled her as she watched them go. I love you... She whispered in her mind. There was always a chance that they wouldn't see each other. She slightly regretted that she hadn't said something nicer to them, before they had all parted ways.
No time for regrets, she had to help. So she gathered herself to help transport the smaller children to the Riders that were getting them out. She focused on that, her own welfare wasn't on her mind. This Weyr was her life now, what she had to live for. She would be damned if she would just sit back and let it all die. Her braid kept flopping over her shoulder, as she worked. It was getting a little annoying, she made a note to cut it... It would probably do her some good. Her eyes focused towards the ceiling for a moment.
It would all get better, it had to, it always did - right? A shiver passed through her, like a cold hand sliding down her spine. Something wasn't right, but she couldn't quite pin what. She made her way to the dragons still there, and decided that it was time to start helping out a little more. She needed to make sure that things went well, some small part of her wanted that. But she needed to get out as well, right? She had a promise to keep. It could wait though, she needed to make sure all this happened first.
Her home must be saved. That was the single most important thing on her mind as she pushed herself harder. "Any injured still needing help!" She called out. (Anyone can pick up her call, by the way, looking to interact with someone, but don't know who actually still needs help.) She looked around, and crouched, a feeling of dread sliding through her as she heard the landing of something heavy. Screams of pain filled the air, and her mind rolled heavily with something foggy for a moment. She'd need to get to clean air soon.
((Someone is either welcome to offer her a ride out, or get her to start helping with the Injured. Other then that, I don't know what to do. My muse is a little distraught.))
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Post by tarra on Feb 17, 2010 20:58:00 GMT -5
S'kor and Morreliath
The first S'kor knew of Sonarth's indiscretion were the flames that suddenly licked over Morreliath's left wing at the point where it joined the body. The hit was not strong or even a full blast, but it was enough that the bronze roared in pain and S'kor cried out as his left sleeve and breeches caught fire. The bronze could not turn - the Fortian brown had whirled and closed with him directly, and his claws were in his shoulders even as his talons dug into the other dragon's shoulders - but with an instinct born of his predatory nature he struck out with his jaws, aiming to latch onto the mid-neck area of the brown just before him and then push hard to force his head with its dangerous flames back and away. S'kor screamed the words even as he struggled with his mental images.
"Between, between!"
Morreliath betweened for a second, hopefully taking the Fortian brown - secured by his talons and jaws - with him. The numbing chill killed the flames, leaving S'kor slumped on his seat and gasping as they returned to the air in the same place they had been before. Saboth's and Bethruth's words hit him; with no time to call orders or gratitude or take stock of anything, he took only a fast instant to reply.
Behruth stay with Rinagth - both of you cover Saboth if you can.
And now it was the big bronze's turn to get into action. Ichor was leaking down his hide, slashes marred his shoulders, but he remained the larger and heavier dragon. Closing was to his advantage. He rumbled through his chest as he dug his talons and his jaws in harder, seeking to secure his grappling grip on the brown, and in the same instant snapped his wings shut suddenly and threw himself backwards in the air. The move twisted his whole body down and over in a reverse somersault, hopefully catapulting the Fortian brown over his head and into a shared gyrating plummet towards the ground far below. In this he had the advantage with his superior size and weight; and with slightly widened wings to keep his own momentum under control, he used that advantage to try and swing the smaller dragon down and around viciously as they fell. S'kor, now a passenger only, crouched close to his dragon's back and tried to keep his bearings in the whirling chaos.
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Katar and Sonarth If Sonarth had even noticed what trouble his indiscretion had caused, he ignored it. There were more immediate things to consider in the chaos of ichor and talons; and when a shadow suddenly fell over him where there had been no shadow before, he instinctually snapped his wings shut and fell straight into a dive head-first. But not fast enough - Katar cried out as Ysaloth's talons scrapped her back, not deep but enough to draw blood. The sound enraged Sonarth, even as the light glance of Frosstyth's wayward flames left the sensation of burning on his tail. But he shut out the feel of her pain even as she slammed out their mental links to cut off her feelings from him; they could not afford to be distracted by each other's pain, not in the split-second motions of battle, where every instant made its mark. The blue snarled a mental retort at the errant young Selenitas brown who had scorched him, his mind-voice scathing with the electric energy that always consumed him in battle.
Fool.
His orders were to stay with Rinagth...but the green was being covered by Behruth, and both Katar and he were hungry for blood. The reckless, fearless nature of the blue-pair took over. With a snarl he saw for a moment through the eyes of his rider what was above them. Then they were between, and when they came out again they were behind Ysaloth and just above his flanks. The blue wasted no time with slashing or snarling; silently he closed in, fast and hard, seeking to drive his talons into the Fortian's flanks for a secure hold even as his head snaked down with jaws agape, seeking to land a serious bite or slash to the lumber spine area of the brown.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 22, 2010 20:53:35 GMT -5
Perhaps she had. Not that she cared. Her selection in targets had been based on highest threat – and the bluerider and his blue were making themselves into the biggest threats initially. Best to remove them early. Hers remembered Inocenth from Fort, even if she didn’t (despite her commentary, Dreamyth did not often bother to remember other dragons; those who stood out were special but most, like Inocenth, were dismissed as numbers in her mind – or colors. Blue. Blue. Green. Blue. Easier to remember them that way) and that made them an even bigger threat. They also had “orders” that if they could eliminate the traitors… to do so. But not to go out of their way. This wasn’t going out of her way, was it? Traitor. He’d run away from their home to this pathetic place. And they were all pathetic. She didn’t care where her captive landed – he wasn’t her problem anymore.
But they were. There were people fleeing out of the Hatching Sands, and Dreamyth turned, weaving toward them. She spun on her wingtip and actually flamed directly at them; they’d have to be very careful to avoid being incinerated in her annoyance. Their dragons were just condemning them all to death. They had no one to blame but themselves.
Far in the air, the green who was tangled with Saboth thrashed her way free and tumbled, a mess of wings and ichor, completely thrown off balance and injured badly enough that she couldn’t right herself. Keening, she pleaded for help and it came – the lone blue who was unengaged came from between to grip her firmly. In her surprise, she snapped at him, but was calmed by the reassuring croon that she recognized – one of hers, ally, ally, not the one who hurt her. Not the one she wanted to tear apart. She was burnt, she was hurting, and she couldn’t feel anything properly. Keening quietly, she let the blue guide her between – fleeing home, away from the fighting. Her injuries were too bad to keep it up and staying, she was just another target for attack. Better to back up and regroup somewhere safe – far from attack.
The brown grappled with Morreliath was seared; even the bronze’s larger form could not protect him from some of the flames that seared down his sides, and he shrieked in pain – only to be yanked between. His reaction time was not as quick from surprise, and he only had a second to react upon escaping the cold abyss before he was literally tumbling tail over head toward the ground. The last sound the brown made was a loud enough keen to echo through the entire canyon before he hit the ground directly in the path of the fleeing individuals from the Hatching Grounds – and barely out of reach of Dreamyth’s line of fire. He slumped still, unconscious and badly – likely fatally – wounded, while his rider rolled off his neck onto the ground in similar shape. Even if he by some miracle survived, his wings were broken – there would be no going home for the brownpair.
A swirl of wings announced the rearrival of the blue who’d been attacking Rinagth – but it wasn’t near her that he arrived. Instead, he reappeared near enough to Sonarth to slam into the blue, gripping his back. Unfortunately, the indiscretion caused Sonarth’s claws to rip through Ysaloth’s wingsails, sending the brown plummeting roughly down toward the ground with a piteous keen. Growling his rage, the blue started slashing with his claws indiscriminately; he wanted to shred Sonarth to pieces for hurting his wingsecond and he didn’t care anymore if he got hurt in the process. He wanted him to die a painful and messy death. Painful and very messy.
As for Ysaloth, he spiraled down toward the ground, barely evened out by his good wing balancing him – but that wing didn’t hold up under the weight of his body and he crumbled, landing with bruising intensity on the ground as a crumpled mess. To his dragons he commanded they all return – back to Fort, leave, leave, go – any who were disengaged, go home. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t, and he… couldn’t leave to go home. He and Ar’ren were trapped there… and they were probably going to die. Instinct took over and the brown curled around his dismounted rider, growling, protectively curling as much as he could – just waiting for the next attack to come. He saw Dreamyth disappear from the corner of his eye – fleeing as he’d told her to, no doubt (though not without having flamed after people in the distance). Back to Fort. Back to her masters.
((Notes: The green fighting Rina will now be controlled by Avu as A’emi. If the dragon isn’t mentioned in this post, consider it having fled. Feel free to kill those your dragons are fighting, and the unconscious brownrider you can do with what you want. If Sel decides to spare him, he’ll become an adoptable. If they kill him, well, :3 whatever. From here, I’ll only be NPCing Ysaloth and Ar’ren.))
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Post by Rei on Feb 22, 2010 21:25:00 GMT -5
Kaaoloth caught sight of Dreamyth as she started her weave towards the escaping group. Mine! He cried aloud with a vocal roar of emphasis. But Sel’n was already ahead of him and giving the coordinates to between. They couldn’t stop her attack. There wasn’t enough time. They could however become her target and that is what he intended to do. The rider couldn’t stand around and do nothing. Those weyrlings where his. The minute they left the sands they belonged to Kaaoloth and him. His babies. With that thought in mind the brown pair slipped between and reemerged directly in the line of Dreamyth’s fire.
The subzero cold of between helped extinguish enough of the flames that the wound would not be mortal. However the cry Kaaoloth let loose upon being stuck would haunt Sel’n for turns to come more than likely. The green’s flame stuck Kaaoloth’s left side as the brown emerged from between. Sel’n had unsnapped the straps on that side to duck along the right side of his beast at the brown insistence. No sense in them both getting hurt. There wasn’t time to argue. As the green retreated the brown fell heavily to the ground keening in agony. The hide along his left side was charred badly and cracked oozing ichor where it hadn’t cauterized. His wing had been spared for the most part, only the edges of it being charred. Still there was enough charring on his midsection and neck to be worrisome.
Leaping from Kaaoloth as soon as he stuck the ground Sel’n hastened to the brown’s head. Running his hand along it he wasn’t surprised to see he was trembling. The pain coursing across the bond was immense and he was having trouble pushing it away. He had to but he didn’t want to. The Weyrlingmaster didn’t attempt stop the flow of tears that had started down his face. No point he couldn't stop them. His voice was soft and shaky as he spoke. “It’s alright Kaaoloth. They are ok now. Easy boy.” The brown’s hide was pale and his eyes whirled rapidly in grey but he was breathing ok. Faranth he hated Fort.
Hurry to the tree line. That was the only thing he offered his weyrlings as he lidded his eyes against the pain. The crash of the other rider was detected and Sel'n whirled around drawing his weapon in case the rider sought to fight. Kaaoloth was pretty much out of commission but it didn't stop Sel'n.
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Erilena had time for only a scream as the fire arched towards her. Inexplicably though instead of feeling heat she felt cold and then a scream of agony made her cover her ears in response. What was going on? Feyrianth had paused at the attack and thrown herself in front of Dmisk, wings outstretched to protect him. However because of Kaaoloth’s interference protection was hardly needed. The little green keened out as Kaaoloth fell and would of hastened towards him if not for the soft pain laced words he offered. Dipping her head she nudged hers softly. He says to go. There isn’t much we can do for him anyway Lenalove. Please let us continue.
Shakily Erilena nodded tears still streaming down her face. “Fey says Kaaoloth wants us to hurry to the trees.” Who she was speaking to she wasn’t sure but at least the words where out. Then another crash took her attention and she actively flinched, moving closer to R’ven in a unconscious desire for protection. Feyrianth nudged at Dmisk and largely ignored the horribly injured older dragons. There wasn’t anything she would do for them. Mine I am going to get the whers to the tree line so they will be protected. If you are going to help the rider please hurry. The others need you. Then to her brother. Trilaranth are you coming?
I know Fey darling. Erilena replied while clutching a vial of fellis to her chest. What did she do? A large part of her wouldn’t let her leave while the rider was so badly injured but… he was the enemy.
Finally her conscious won out. There wasn’t any way she could leave him there to die with no help. “Faranth please forgive me.” She murmured before looking at the vial of fellis Charming has brought and starting to make her way over to the injured rider. There wasn't much she could do besides stop his pain and find a way to keep him warm. Still she had to do what little she could. Didn't she?
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Post by Rowana on Feb 22, 2010 21:33:38 GMT -5
Roivao heard the wing beats coming closer and looked up quickly. He expected, even prayed, to see Behruth of Kaaoloth flying cover, but it was a green who came near. Roi didn't know all the dragons in Selenitas, as he preferred to avoid them when possible, but from the way this one was coming at them, he could tell it wasn't friendly. "Take cover!" he shouted loudly over the noise.
Roisk bellowed in fury as the flames came at them. No one hurt those under his protection! He ducked to the side and raised his wings, which effectively covered Nautic and Dmitri, but not Roi. Roi jumped free as the pain reached him. He rolled a few feet away, rising to his knees. Part of the pain was his, his left side had suffered a burning near miss. Most of it was Roisk, who's wings blistered with burns, but he still stood firm, almost daring the green to try again. Roi got up and started to run back, but something very large almost landed on top of him.
Roivao stared at the limp dragon and the man who had come off him. A lump rose in his throat and his head throb, but it wasn't from the pain. He knew this pair. They had been weyrlings together. So long ago now that the memory seemed hazy, like another life time. They were E'rel and Operath. Iloth had liked Operath. True that he liked most dragons, but some like this one and Kaaoloth had been closer. Roi clenched his fist. He knew Fort was responsible for many deaths today. He knew his loyalties lied with Selenitas now. Yet he couldn't just let them die. Iloth would never forgive him.
Another landing, though not quite so loud. This one Roi recognized in a heartbeat and he cursed inside. Kaaoloth looked bad and Sel'n was crying. Was it that bad? Roi's heart clenched. Kaaoloth couldn't die! He couldn't lose another friend! Yet he was only one person. He couldn't save everyone in one day. He had a hard enough time keeping himself going.
"Roisk, keep going," he ordered slowly. Roisk was looked at the brown with misgivings. "I'll be fine. Just get them to safety. Can you do that for me?" Roisk rumbled his assent. He hurt, but he could manage if he went slower and most of the fighting seemed over. As he left, Roi went to E'rel first, he seemed worse. What could he do? He was no healer and it looked like Operath might die at any moment. Maybe killing him was a better mercy.
Erilena was already heading for him though, doing her best. Roi didn't like her still being her, out in the open, but he doubted he could convince her to leave. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention as he passed. "His name is E'rel," he told her softly. "Watch him for me?" His eyes were deep and sad, but he couldn't stay. Sel'n and Kaaoloth were more important.
Roi ran over to his long time friend, limping lightly from the pain in his side. "Sel'n!" he called, half panicked. "Is he alright?" He bit his lip. It looked terrible up close. There was no way he could fly like this, much less between to the infirmary. His own memories were started to come back. He hadn't been this close to a dragon in a long time, and it wasn't good for him. In a way it hurt more than Roisk wings, but he wasn't leaving. "Can I help?" he asked, shakily. Darn he was useless right now.
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Post by Tashe on Feb 22, 2010 22:09:17 GMT -5
It was raining fire and Dragons! Why was this happening to Nautsk? Nautsk didn't do anything to upset the Dragons! She loved Dragons! This was just so confusing! With Absinthe screaming on one side, and Tizzy squawking in the other, the young Green managed to barely avoid the flame. The heat hurt her side, and the way she had dodged made her knees buckle. Up Greenone! Up quickquick! FALLING SKYFLYER. Getting up, Nautsk managed to avoid the first Brown with the help of her two cousins, but she just about nearly crashed into the second. STOPSTOP. BIG DRAGON STOOOP. Flaring her awkward little wings and digging her claws into the ground, Nautsk fell face first in her attempt to not slam into the Dragon. In her attempt to stop, both the Salamandyr and the Firelizard were sent flying through the air and subsequently hit against the Brown. Their light forms doing no damage to the Dragon. Nautsk whined as she pushed herself onto her belly, her burns stung horribly now that they were covered in a layer of dirt and plants. Plus now that her friends had been tossed, she was completely blind. Finding her way onto her feet, the Green felt two sets of feet scrambling up her tail announcing the re-arrival of Absinthe and Tizzy. They were okay! Oh good, she would have felt horrible if they had been hurt.
When the Blue and her Greencousin reestablished visual contact, Nautsk asked them show her what was happening. She could feel many poor creatures around her that were hurt, those other than herself and Her's. Ourlovley fine. He with Bronzeugly. A picture from Tizzy confirmed it. People hurt. Gooddragon hurt. Badies hurt. No move. Bronzeugly's help badhuman. More pictures came and she swung her head, backing up slightly so that her two sets of eyes could take in everything. Huffing, Nautsk gingerly moved toward the hurt human on the ground. We go. Dangerous! Go now, yes. The Wher rumbled unhappily at Absinthe, she told the Salamandyr to look for Badies in the skies and warn her if they were coming. Tizzy meanwhile, she had him concentrate on Roisk's.
Tizzy momentarily looked down ward, switching her from Roisk's to the Rider on the ground. Oh! He was a bad guy? But... but he looked like just a normal human? Maybe he wasn't a bad guy? Or did all bad guys look like good guys and... oooh, her head hurt. Either way, she didn't like being close to so much pain. Sniffing at him gently, the Green tried to make sense of bad and good. LittleWher! We go find mine-ours?! Nautsk barked sharply at Absinthe, who then threw up her frill. Tizzy warned her of Erilena's approach. When Roisk's moved away, the biggest female asked the Mandyr to translate something to both Roisk's and the other female. We must go. We open. More flame. Boom! Badies hurt us. We go. NOW. A pause, in which Absinthe said the following only Eri; Me say, leave man to goodBrownhuman with sharp thing. We no die then. We die with him. I eat face if some die. I no let die. Littlewher too nice, she want take man. I not. Will make you come.
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Eliah and Kaegan are in the clearing and Nautic is in the hands of the evac party.
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