Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Feb 19, 2010 7:20:11 GMT -5
Ylonth seemed to drift up into the air slow motion, R’fuin was so alert he swore he could feel every ripple of the blues muscles as he kicked away from the ground and sailed along a ways. Between was a trial; it always was in combat situations, particularly those where R’fuin could only wait like so much baggage while Ylonth did all the work.
Emerging barely two feet above the green on the ledge Ylonth didn’t hesitate in the slightest, furling his wings slightly and dropping onto the greens back to grip the shoulders and hips with his claws. Then without waiting to see if she reacted the blue vanished, dragging the enemy with him. Let her waste her flame between where nothing could burn. Please.
R’fuin’s teeth caught his lower lip nervously as sensation returned for the second time, being on the back of a dragon that was locked in mortal combat with another dragon, that happened to have a belly full of firestone, was dangerous enough to cut through his other emotions with an edge of nervousness.
Ignoring his rider’s emotions Ylonth concentrated wholly on the struggle, broad wings flaring, claws gripping, fighting the extra weight, and his captive to stay aloft and stable while his snapping jaws sought a to score lethal, or at least disabling, bite to her neck, a difficult prospect with everything else that was going on.
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Feb 19, 2010 18:19:40 GMT -5
Leaping into the air, Castidenloth picked his dragon before Betweening. K'thay had, a long time ago, drifted into another state of being to make killing easier. Focusing on the moment, the images fed to him, anything that wasn't going to betray him in the middle of battle. As they appeared above the blue, he felt his stomach drop as they suddenly lost altitude. The Blue himself grabbed the Fortain as hard as he could, tearing through wing as his claws bit into the male's sides and shoulders. Castidenloth disappeared, pulling the other blue along with him into the cold. They emerged within a few moments, and the struggle to keep his hold began.
Sitting on the neck of a fighting dragon was not without it's dangers, and not just because of the obvious reasons. When Castidenloth had to whip his head back and forth, his neck moved with force. K'thay had to either adhere closely to his dragon's neck, or pull away so as not to accidentally smash his face against Casti's neck. The sudden jerks and motions always reminded him of a rearing Runner. You had to use your best judgment on the situation. In times like this he felt like ballast. Better yet, cargo. Eyes turned toward the skies, K'thay watched the airspace above them for other pairs who were too close for comfort. They didn't need to crash into anyone, it wouldn't help at all.
Growling as he struggled, Castidenloth tried multiple times to sink his teeth into the neck of his opponent. Keeping a Blue that was probably bigger than him in the air was hard enough, but doing that while trying to kill him from behind was making him both tired and angry. Hopefully the green assigned to help him was somewhere close by. Tossing his head to the opposite side to avoid slamming it against the other Blue's, he parted his jaws and bit into the softer and more accessible neck junction. It was more to help him hold on, but it wouldn't hurt to do as much damage as he could.
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Like the others, he took to the sky as soon as Ciceroth gave the command, but he didn't move very far. He needed to wait for Ylonth to come back from the ledge. Hokth swept his gaze from one side to the other, knowing that the other Blue would reappear with in moments. There! Banking to the side, he dropped lower than the struggling pair before spinning upward to attack the Green's belly. He was counting on the fact her head was busy with Ylonth and even if she took a shot at him with some fire, it would give the other Blue access to her neck.
She threw herself flat onto the ledge, instinctively covering her head and neck with her ams. As soon as the oppressive Green suddenly vanished, Saraina pushed herself up onto her knees and then regained her feet. The Infirmary was in turmoil, she entered to a scene that she should have expected. If the dragons were fighting it meant they would have to fight as well. It was unfortunate that she no longer had any weapons. She was a good hand to hand combatant, but when one side had the weapon (and it wasn't you) it got tricky. Darting in, she tackled a familiar face, the woman she had been fighting with before.
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Ismaroth stood as the rest of the dragons moved in another direction, carefully getting as close as he could to the three humans on the ground while still giving them a buffer. He didn't want to crush them if he was knocked over by an attacker. Tilting his head up he scanned the skies, moving his attention from the now fighting pairs to the free air above them. Doing something was distracting him from the pain in...
... his shoulder. He had originally been tolerating the dull pangs, but only recently it had gotten bad. Sometimes being so closely involved with Ismaroth had its disadvantages, especially if the Brown managed to get himself injured. Rotating his shoulder, E'rro tried to work out the false pain that emanated around his shoulder blade. He knew that there wasn't a problem there, but the more pronounced part of his mind wasn't listening to the truth. Speaking of Dragons, he hit the deck when the Bronze told them to. When he didn't feel the burning of fire sear his back, E'rro got to his feet. As he entered the infirmary, the Wingleader tossed himself into the growing fray.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Feb 20, 2010 0:09:11 GMT -5
Was it time? The simple command came through loud and clear to the brown dragon, and then he knew. It was time, a fact that was agreed upon by both rider and dragon in an instant wordless exchange. There wasn't even time for the shuffling in his spot, no time to be nervous, only a vision in his head to spread amongst the dragons before they could take off. It was crisp, it was clear; the coordinates were undeniable. A photograph couldn't give a better image than what Pettahth had circulated to all the right dragons. Proud of himself and confident he was, as displayed by the gusto with which he leaped from the edge of the cliff they had spent so long anchored to. Two, maybe three wingbeats later and they were suspended in the air on invisible strings before quietly they betweened. Exactly as instructed.
Coming out at that spot of fresh air....ah there was nothing better than to feel the warmth of life, especially when battle all around you was an ever present reminder of one's mortality. Yes, at this moment there was nothing better than being a blotch of brown against fog ridden skies. One look to the side and K'sel saw company - the good kind - it seemed everyone that was invited came along to the party and so it seemed that everything was going exactly to plan. Hmmmm, that wasn't right. Things never went according to plan for him. He looked around again and saw Fortian dragons dragged back to their traps to be killed. He looked inside himself and found his brown ever sure that things were alright...but they were waiting again and the young little spitfire wasn't exactly know for patience. Where was their victim? Was there not a dragon being brought to the slaughter for them too. I hope that Kynoath pulls through... K'sel said evenly to his dragon as they waited. They will. They have to. Because there was no other choice.
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Post by mierce on Feb 20, 2010 17:38:27 GMT -5
Iorath waited until Ylonth and Ruskeath had betweened to their targets before spreading his wings and launching upward where he promptly disappeared. The blue reappeared again in the midst of fog, but he knew where he was; below him was a shadowy form in the shape of a dragon. Tempted as he may have been to roar in threat, he kept quiet and instead twisted around so that he could dive towards his target. Not surprisingly, the pressure of air and moisture cleaving from Iorath’s movements alerted the Fort blue but he had no time to react before Iorath clamped his hind claws over the blue’s wings, embedded his front talons into the leathery flesh at the base of the Fort dragon’s skull, and winked into the coldness of between again while still flying downward.
The males re-emerged still spiraling downward near the top of the canyon where Iorath drove the Fort dragon’s head into the rocky surface. It certainly wasn’t enough to kill the dragon instantly, but the sudden impact would render the Fort blue somewhat dazed grant the Selenitas dragons a few precious moments before he started to retaliate. Iorath pressed his full weight on the back of the Fort blue for just a moment before unfurling his wings and rising up towards Jaymith and Peppeth. It was not an easy task as the Fort blue was not on the smaller side, but the bloodlust seeping over from His was enough motivation.
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Post by Sheari on Feb 20, 2010 18:44:38 GMT -5
A simple command and Pagoth waited for Ciceroth to make his own move. He leapt up a moment after the bronze, remaining close enough to be of use when Ruskeath pulled the brown off of the ledge and out of between.
And there he was.
The brown came out of the void with Ruskeath on his back and Pagoth flew up from beneath, aiming to grab hold on the brown's throat, to keep him from flaming or having any maneuverability to bite. His claws were ready to latch onto the dragon's chest and the wing muscles there. He flapped his wings carefully, to keep from buffeting Ruskeath. Still, however, adding is weight to the front of the Fort brown would strain the cluster and this would end in either the fortian giving in or the group of them landing to incapacitate.
The unfamiliar brush of Ciceroth on his mind left as quickly as it had touched C'ryl. Just as the single word commanded, he ducked, but...from what? Their "keepers" could and would kill them. The sweep of a tail could knock them all down and even a spark of flame in the right direction...wrong direction?...could make the entire ledge explode due to all the firestone. There was movement behind him and the brownrider peeked under his arm to see what was happening.
In a moment he saw the green and brown gone from the ledge. He then just stood there, staring stupidly at the empty space where dragons once hellbent on killing everyone were no longer. Huh. C'ryl turned around, grabbed his blade and held it in front of him cautiously. Child curled around his neck, failing to comprehend the entirety of the situation.
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Post by rii on Feb 21, 2010 12:54:56 GMT -5
What was she – V'lyr's eyes narrowed on the crawling woman and his irritation soar when she felt the need to empty her stomach at his feet. R'wign's struggles were not helping matters either. Treating the woman like nothing more than a growling mutt skittering about his heels, V'lyr aimed a sharp kick at her head before turning his annoyance on the tall male healer. A fist was buried into R'wign's abdomen before V'lyr twisted the other man's arm around in attempt to drag him along to the ledge. Only..
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Mirath let out an ear-splitting scream as her brown wingleader was taken. The horrendous noise only lasted a second before she disappeared in the claws of Ylonth. Talzeth, the brown, twisted sharply to the left – letting Ruskeath's claws rip across his back in order to free himself. He shot a stream of flame down at the rising Pagoth. With wings tuckd tightly to his sides, Talzeth let his weight pull him down to Pagoth and away from Ruskeath's claws. He twisted around, meeting Pagoth's claws with his own in defensive maneuvers until he had enough space to slip between..
Ylonth had a monster to hang on to. Mirath continued to scream her fury while wildly trying to swipe at the blue's head. She thrash and twisted trying to get at his neck – and so intent on opening his throat she didn't notice Hokth's arrival. But upon feeling her vulnerable underside opened by the blue's claws.. her attacks quickly lost the passion. The once furious scream turned into a slow, soft keen of pain as her hide rapidly paled..
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"Kill him."
It was the only issued order that came before chaos fully erupted in the infirmary. V'lyr was moving quickly, blade coming up for R'wign's throat when he caught sight of Ka'rys flying at him. The bluerider attempted to take an evasive step backwards while also twisting the healer around like a shield. It, however, did not work out as planned. His foot slipped on the vomit and in the moment of unbalance the blade dug into the flesh of R'wign's shoulder (instead of his neck) just as Ka'rys completed the tackle that took them nearly out onto the ledge.
L'em, a rather broad man that had been watching over the healer group, flung around upon feeling the feeble weight try to take him down from behind. One large hand made a grab T'ke, the other to curl viciously around the green lizard assaulting his face, but for one reason or another, L'em suddenly stopped. His arms went slack at his sides and as the life faded from his eyes. L'em fell forward seemingly under T'ke's attack – outside the infirmary his dragon had just found his head smashed into the rocks by Iorath's claws.
From across the room came a scream, Mirath's rider threw herself at the nearest rider – C'ryl – in an attack that was purely feral and emotional. No weapons in her hands, or style to her attacks, just tears streaming down her face as she clawed for his eyes.
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The blue in Castidenloth's claws was seething, but making no sharp movements to dislodge himself from other dragon. He was more concerned about what was happening with his rider – V'lyr – inside the infirmary than with the brute now clamping down on the side of neck. With a guttural growl the blue lifted his foreclaw to slash deeply at Castidenloth's face that had been conveniently positioned within reach.
RELEASE. The green twisted her neck around to try and bit at Dohulth's side. Her wings flared and her tail swung wildly to throw the larger's dragon flight off course, or make herself such a burden of weight so that he would either fall or... let her go. She hoped for the latter. IDIOT. FOOL. SEALED. YOUR FATE IS SEALED. She slithered and twisted until she got a side free so she could start falling into a steep dive with partially torn wings..
One green remained untouched. Vierrath's had banked sharply to hug the cliff side to avoid getting picked off when the first dragons had appeared to snatch up her wing members. Yet it appeared none had come for her.. and Talzeth had issued the command to leave. But one last thing had to be done. Flamed licked around Vierrath's muzzle as she inhaled deeply. She swept over the ledge, spraying flame over the span of stone to catch any of the riders too slow to remove themselves from harm, and then she was racing away, winging toward the weyrs..
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Inside D'que and the male greenrider had slipped out through the human entrance. Saraina found herself entangled with the female rider that tried her best to throw the other woman off and follow suit..
[Ooc: If you are engaged with a rider, feel free to kill them – same with the dragons. This will be my last post, unless it is necessary for me to post again. Also feel free to avoid being flamed on the ledge if you had not posted being off there yet. ]
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Feb 21, 2010 18:56:53 GMT -5
Had she gotten the opportunity to see just how effective her delaying tactic had been - the extra moments it bought the riders inside the infirmary, the slip that managed to save R'wign's life and keep V'lyr from evading Ka'rys - Kalierre might have known a moment of smugness. As it was, however, she just caught sight of the extreme annoyance on the Fort bluerider's face before his leg came up sharply. She'd expected the kick to be aimed at her gut, or possibly her chest. Those were a much bigger target and easier to hit if she attempted to twist away. Ironically, it was because of that particular expectation that made it so easy for him, the woman hesitating for a moment in her surprise. (Not that he was likely to miss, anyway. Kalierre didn't move very fast these days.)
White exploded in her skull, the woman at least knowing enough to go with the blow lest her neck snap. Her body rolled a couple of times before coming to rest on her stomach, one arm trapped beneath her as darkness worked in at the edges of her vision. Blood streamed from a gash above her eye, the flow deceptively heavy - head wounds tended to do that - and the woman struggled feebly against the floor. Two thoughts entered her mind, dazed as it was: first, that she was quite vulnerable like this and could easily be used (she was too dazed to realize Selenitas was attacking) and second, that letting herself pass out right now wasn't good.
But, stubborn as Kalierre was, she couldn't fight the darkness. Her body went still over a spreading pool of blood.
Phremath creeled quietly, frantic at the near complete absence of Hers across their bond, her hide paling almost instantly. And the poor little obnoxious one was trapped beneath Hers as well (though fortunately he wasn't squished). Mine, Mine, she prodded insistently. After receiving no response, she curled up around herself, not wanting to distract any of the embattled dragons and cause them to be hurt over Hers.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Feb 21, 2010 19:31:29 GMT -5
The Fort man was much larger than T'ke, and when he turned, T'ke was sure he was facing a quick and painful death. A fire lizard, he had no idea who's, was trying to help, but it didn't seem to be working. They were both going to die, that much seemed certain. Or at least it did, until the man's eyes went blank. T'ke nearly fell over as the limp body toppled towards him, just managing to stramble clear. He blinked and stared at the man. He knudged him with a toe. He was definately dead. T'ke continued to stare.
"I...I...I killed him!" His eyes went wide with horror. He probably should have been happy that he was still breathing, but he was too distracted. "I didn't mean to! I just...I didn't..." He felt sick. Some part of his mind knew he couldn't possibly have done it, but he was in too much shock to listen. He stared at his hands, wondering if it was safe to touch anyone. Calm down. Garaeth had been listening. He was glad Ylonth and Hokth had handled the green without him. T'ke's plight had been distracting. You did nothing of the sort. His dragon has passed, he explained calmly.
"I didn't?" T'ke was too flustered not to speak out loud. That was a relief, though he couldn't help feeling discourage as well. Still useless and dead without help. Maybe next time they call for defense, he should just stay at his weyr. Then they could murder him while he was comfortable in his bed. T'ke took a deep shaky breath in an effort to calm down. Death had been averted, but the infirmary was still in chaos. The ledge was in flames, and he hoped no one else was left. They were lost now if they were. He searched the room, trying to find somewhere safe to be, when he saw Kalierre on the floor.
The sight of the blood made him feel dizzy. Not again, he thought firmly. I will not faint again. Kali was one of the only people who hadn't treated him like a complete idiot. He felt he owed her something for that. He dodged past the various fights and sat down next to her. Shards, but there was so much blood! Could anyone survive loosing that much? Trying not to be sick all over her, he rolled her over so he could rest her head on his lap. Maybe he shouldn't have done that? He's mind was too muddled to remember. He tore a corner of his shirt and gingerly tried to stop the bleeding without looking at it. He could still feel it though, getting all over him, and it made his stomach squirm. Maybe someone would take over before he passed out on top of her.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 23, 2010 1:53:06 GMT -5
So much happening at once, but it felt like it was in slow motion, an eternity between each syllable, each movement, each breath. Generally, time passed by slower when one was terrified, as R’wign was learning. He doubled over in pain as a fist impacted his lower stomach and the searing sensation flooded through his entire face. The response was instant; he turned his head and he emptied his stomach on the ground next to himself, just narrowly avoiding throwing up all over Kalierre. Blood and saliva dripped down his chin and he shivered before words froze his movements, his face twisting into a look of horror that made him close to faint. Kill him, he’d said. He didn’t want to die. His half-panic stirred most of his mindmates into reacting and he was not up to stopping them – so it was that a second later, all of his firelizards appeared from between in a flurry of screaming that no one could ignore. The most prominent response, though, came from the other side of the infirmary; Checkoth’s loud hiss was so uncharacteristically angry that it carried and burned into his mind, a memory never to be forgotten.
His surroundings were barely registered through the pain. One second, he was sure that he was going to die. The next, there was a sharp, searing pain in his shoulder joint that made him shriek again; he could feel a flurry of panic from all of the creatures attached to his mind at once, and then everything went totally dark, R’wign collapsing onto the floor bonelessly. The colorful menagerie all flew rapid circles around him, screaming and chattering at different pitches, with Vex finding her way to R’wign to settle on his chest; it was painfully clear that they would not be letting anyone near to him willingly. The other side of the infirmary, where Checkoth was, was simply filled with the low, steady growl that didn’t quite stop. Even Phremath’s proximity did nothing to calm him, and he moved to put R’wign in his sight physically, his eyes a searing shade of red that they’d never become before. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. The firelizards were doing a very good job of expressing his upset in their own way, and he was close enough now that if anyone came near, he could deal with them. And he was very, very mad.
R’wignmine… He knew His wasn’t able to hear him. The little cousins meant well, but they’d obviously overwhelmed him. Maybe it was for the better though – maybe he wouldn’t have to see the bad things happening. Maybe. His eyes flashed, watching Ka’rys entangled with the creature –
The bronzerider gripped V’lyr by the shoulders as they fell, half onto the ledge. The screaming from the firelizards was enough to make him wince, and he forcibly rolled the bluerider away- away from the unconscious forms of not one, but two healers. He only had a moment to roll before the sight of a tail he didn’t recognize came flying over his face. Brown eyes went wide as saucers as V’lyr was flung from on top of him and literally out into the canyon with the force only a dragon could summon. The movement literally sent the bluerider straight into the flames and Ka’rys threw his hands over his head as a brown form actually moved over in front of him – taking the flames over his side with a loud, pained hiss – to keep him from harm. Ka’rys blinked, twice, before looking up at Checkoth. He’d be burnt, likely pretty bad – why –
Protect R’wignmine. I will watch the ledge. It was pained. It also wasn’t a request, and Checkoth carefully moved forward to huddle on the ledge and growl. The fleeing green caught his sight and he was tempted to fly after her – but he didn’t know how to fight, and his side was burnt from her flames. He couldn’t win. He’d do what he could to keep the ledge safe. And he’d make sure His wasn’t hurt anymore.
As soon as Ruskeath came from between, Ciceroth launched downward, swooping like an aviary predator toward the brown’s back. As he seemed focused on Pagoth, the bronze was certain he’d be able to eliminate the threat – and he would’ve, if he’d been a single second faster. As it was, his claws hit perfectly where the brown would’ve been, in a force that probably would’ve come close to removing his spine – had he still been there. But he was gone, gone between and with him the chance of getting rid of the threat permanently. The bronze relayed the information to his rider and twisted, banking downward in a full-fledged dive toward the ledge; it would need to be protected and… there was still a green. A green that had been missed. Flaming his rider. Flaming his rider.
He was going to seriously hurt Kynoath later for being incompetent. Because of her, Checkoth was burnt, and countless others. Stupid fool…
On the ledge, Checkoth twitched and thrashed his tail. The infirmary was being secured, and His was unconscious – most of the healers were hurt – Hepaticath’s. He spoke to her directly, half because it was in his nature, half because of worry. The dragons attacking are being eliminated, and the bad ones inside are being pushed away. There are hurt people and dragons here – there are hurt people other places, too. Phremath’s and Mine are not awake. Will you please tell the apprentices what to do? The sleeping places have to be fixed, and Mine started setting up supplies. Please, there will be more coming in, and R’wignmine will be most upset if he wakes up to chaos. He’s already so upset. Please, can you look after the injured humans? He directed his next statement to someone he’d never spoken to before – it was foreign, but Mayari was someone vaguely familiar to His, and so he relied on her. Young healer, the Weyrdragonhealer is badly hurt. There are many dragons hurt and they will be coming in. You must work with Hepaticath’s to help organize this place; you and her are the ones who must take care of everything. There are a lot of hurt dragons. Please start getting that side of the infirmary ready. Please.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Feb 23, 2010 10:04:16 GMT -5
What the shards? Really! What the shards! I'm tired of waiting... K'sel peered down at the ledge. He couldn't see much from where he was in the open air but he could tell you he only saw one green down there, and that one green was most definitely not the swampy shade of olive that belonged to Kynoath - their one time weyrlingmaster's dragon. The brownrider didn't know what the deal was with that green pair, but if too much drinking got them betweened back to Fort itself then that wasn't his fault and the young man refused to be the scapegoat. That was just a role he did not take well at all. Neither did his dragon, who growled all along. If you wanted something done right, you have to do it yourself!
With everyone else accounted for and everyone else successfully following coordinates, that left Pettahth with one job, and one job only. He still had the responsibility to help destroy Vierrath, it was still his duty to try and muzzle the sharding flamethrowing beast before she could take off and return to her home weyr. No survivors was what K'sel and the brown decided was the best decision, so in they would go, and the rider would just hope that the diminutive size of his steed was enough to keep up the pace with something as wicked fast as a fleeing green....well they also hoped that Kynoath would magically appear in time to collide with them too, but that was a given.
K'sel tightened his head band and they went balls out. The dragon winged down into an apparent divebomb, before being handed off an image and disappearing. They had to be precise, they had to be fast, they had to be quiet. There was hardly even enough time to let any of the other Sel dragons know. What was sent out was merely a warning to avoid confusion or collisions. We have her. This might have been assuming a lot, but sometimes it was good to be confident. The pair re-emerged onto the scene with a plan....
They came from the side. Not the back, and certainly not the front. The back. They had betweened to the weyrs...right where the enemy green was winging past and the perfect place for a dragon as light and earthy as Pettahth to blend right in. A sandy pale hide was fine camouflage against limestone bluffs and with that kind of illusion as a cover, they felt safe in barreling right into Vierrath's side. Some riders might have gotten a little bit of whiplash from the breakneck speed at which the brown attacked the green - talons digging into her belly and teeth clamping down with every intention of ripping out her throat - but this was K'sel and K'sel was a little bit of a madman now and again, so of course he embraced little brushes with death. As long as they remained brief of course.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Feb 23, 2010 23:22:03 GMT -5
Behruth alighted on the ledge in a flurry of wingbeats, brushing his clutchbrother's mind so Checkoth would know it was him and not...attack. Actually, it was similar to the mental touch he gave all the Selenitas dragons who might not recognize him as the adrenaline still rushed. He didn't really trust himself to speak right away. Behruth was rarely angry, but right now it was all he could do to keep M'ta's seething rage from completely overwhelming him. (That and he had a healthy helping of his own anger to help fuel it. Never say that Behruth couldn't become angry.)
M'ta wormed out of Behruth's grasp, sheathing his still bloody dirk as he did so. He didn't bother to say anything to the brown, simply moved past at a dash, looking...and finding. The smaller brown nudged up against an uninjured side of Checkoth. You're hurt. Let me...I won't let any past.
He glared at Ka'rys, the expression not accusatory, but very much a 'you'd better not stop me' look. The man didn't pause, slipping past his wingleader to sink to his knees next to R'wign. An irrational part of his mind wanted to cover his weyrmate and shield him from view, knowing the Weyrhealer wouldn't want anyone to see him like this. Forcing himself calm, he hissed at the people still moving in the infirmary. "One of you idiots going to get over here and do your job, or you plan on cowering for the next turn?" Not precisely the nicest way to address the problem, but it was that or let the hysteria grip him. Nothing looked fatal but there was so much blood. So much.
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Post by mierce on Feb 25, 2010 0:22:23 GMT -5
Well, that was… surprisingly fast. Still… Iorath dragged the corpse of the blue dragon three dragon-lengths higher before releasing it. Twisting around, he spread his jaws and let loose an intense and prolonged spiral of flames that engulfed the falling greyed body. Just for good measure. Ciceroth did order them all to not flame, but that was in light of the likely chaos to have ensured. For now, the battle was over and he knew that there was neither dragon nor human in line of his flame.
He watched with uncharacteristic pleasure (Iorath blames the feeling on His) as the fiery corpse landed heavily against the stone. The scent of burning flesh quickly permeated through the thickish air. Somewhat foul, but sadistically wonderful in a way. Shards, His must be really angry about the attack. Ev--
Pain seared through the blue, quickly rendering his already pale skin even paler. He faltered in keeping himself airborne and quickly landed. Did they fail their riders? He grumbled, clinging to the fact that he was still alive that His must be as well. Evr?!
A green flamed the ledge…
Iorath’s eyes turned a muddled shade of orange-red-yellow. Forcing the pain to the back his mind he took to the air again and willed his way to the ledge. The stone was blacked and hot to the touch, chunks of burning debris scattered along the surface. He landed heavily in Behruth’s wake and looked about frantically for His. He found Evrgarde lying on her side a few paces beyond the entrance in the dragon side of the Infirmary. The first thing he noticed was the blood pooled under her midsection. It was nothing more than a small puddle and hardly growing in area, though it would be hard to say how much blood was trapped under her leather cuirass. The next and more important thing he saw was that her leather leggings were badly burn. Very badly burnt.
As if that wasn’t enough, a yelping, bloody furball approached each hasty step more of a limp than anything else. Panic began to set in for the poor blue.
Evrgarde looked up disapprovingly at her dragon, a feat on its own considering her paled skin and unfocused eyes. Don’t be an idiot. You’re overreacting.
And you’re underreacting!!
Growling, Evrgarde attempting to climb to her feet but could not summon the strength. Instead, she rolled onto her back and resigned to stare at the ceiling while the canine took to barking for attention and help. This was utterly embarrassing. Even her Iorath’s stupid puppy with have his face cut open was being more proactive about the situation.
Iorath extended his broadcast to the humans within the Infirmary. Healer needed up by the ledge!
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Post by Sheari on Feb 28, 2010 19:47:35 GMT -5
Pagoth roared in pain and rage as he felt the flames of the one he rose up to attack lick down the back of his neck. He moved just too slow to avoid being burned and soon found himself tangling with the claws of the foreigner. The pain of his neck, however, proved to be too much and he went between to cool the flesh.
Returning to the world, the warm air reawakened the numb wound but it hurt less. He looked for the offender but did not find him, circling down towards the infirmary.
C'ryl felt an echo of his dragon's pain at the base of his skull down part of the top of his back. He did not have time, though, to pay any attention at it, for the crazy woman flying at him was good enough of a distraction. He ducked as she clawed for his eyes, moving his blade in a fashion to try and not kill the woman. In the flurry, however, his momentum built and felt the tip of the sharpened metal bite into something soft. He didn't know wherether it was her throat or her belly, but almost as soon as it began, the woman stopped her advance and lay in a pool of her own blood on the floor. The crimson liquid dripping from the weapon.
A soft brush of the mind and before he could ask, Pagoth spoke to His. I will be fine Mine, pay attention to yourself right now.
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