Dance Until the Sun Comes Up (Dances Hatching)

[ryanne]

Dinag was starting to genuinely worry for the girl who the blue was quite spectacularly mauling. There was no way she was going to leave this room alive unless something happened soon. He knew that getting in the way would only decrease his life expectancy as well as her own, but someone had to do something, right? He took a step in that direction, but another hatching stopped in him in his tracks.

A brown. Torn in between waiting for the brown to Impress and helping his fellow candidate, he hesitated, long enough for the camouflage colored brown to trod over and order his clutchbrother off of the girl, clearly claiming her as his own. Dinag let out an audible sigh of relief. At least the girl would survive. Clearly the clutchbrothers would have no lost love between the two of them. The blue was unhappy with his brother, but the brown only had eyes for his injured bonded.

Now the blue, however, was back on the hunt and Dinag was backing up. He didn’t want to be the next victim of the Paso Doble Blue’s claws; he wanted to Impress, not die. He fully expected the blue to either attack again or make his way into the wild. But then he felt an odd feeling. It was love. Shards, he loved that blue, violence and all. His eyes blurred for a moment, and the next time he looked down, the blue was in front of him, demanding blood.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. This blue wanted him? Blood, he needed blood. He would take blood unless bonded meatbag hurried up. Too long. Wanted blood now. And without another thought, the wher bit down on Dinag’s palm, wrenching a pain noise from the newly bonded male. “Shard it, Disk!” he cursed, letting him lap at the wound that he created. Thankfully, the sight of his own blood didn’t make him queasy, but that was one convoluted way to create a blood bond. “You’re a vicious one,” he accused, the affection still clear despite the words. Disk didn’t care, he had blood.

After a moment or two, Dinag went to draw his hand back, clearly done with the whole bleeding for the warped wher he bonded too, but Disk would have none of it. He clearly let Dinag know that either he let him lick a little more of he was going to open a new wound on the other hand. Turning white, he offered his hand again for a few more licks before drawing it back again. “Food?” he tempted, drawing Disk over to the table of meat, “It’s bloody, I promise.”

[Ruby]

"Better than being bitten," Piden commented absently, rubbing a thumb on the scar across his own palm. It seemed that a few hatchlings had taken that route, although most of them appeared to be bonded, now. Good. Idly watching the Paso Doble Blue jump on a candidate (not his problem), he watched the final impressions until Tekivix handed the knife back. He clapped the new Wherling on the shoulder before re-sheathing the knife, glancing around to see if anyone else was in immediate need. Piden was really taking this fatherhood thing seriously, Pidesk teased, flicking a wing in his Handler's direction. Piden grimaced and headed off, intending to find something Tekivix could bind his cut with. There was no way Piden was damaging his shirt, but the kid's hand was bleeding a lot.

It was the Paso Doble Blue that caught his eyes again. Piden had assumed Impression being made, but apparently that was not the case. Where did that wher get it's genes? Had to be 100% Eikask, there. Pidesk didn't have a dangerous bone in his body, but he had hopped to his feet when the Blue and the Brown started facing off. No dangerous fighting among his babies, please! The Viennese Waltz Brown seemed to have the situation under control, however, so the Bronze resumed his place next to Eikask. Piden shook his head, eying Nautic's nest to see if there were any blankets. No such luck, it appeared... maybe he could get that Greenrider to sacrifice another inch of the hem of her skirt?

Pidesk huffed, brushing his rider's mind in concern. As long as he was playing Healer, Kinstask's wasn't getting up. Perhaps he could help her? Piden swung his head back around, asking his Wher, Well, is she pretty? even while heading for Kinstar's side. No, ugliness would not stop him from helping her out, but it would be nice if she was attractive. It would make it much easier for him to... go that extra mile, so to speak. Pidesk deigned to answer, looking over his clutch instead. A varied one, sure, all with interesting choices for Mind-mates, but all of them had bonded, and the Bronze was sure they would all get over their differences in time. Right? he asked Eikask, filling his head with love as he sent the thought.

Rolling his eyes - love was an illusion, Piden had always figured - he headed for Kinstar's side, appraising. Yes, she was certainly pretty enough under all the blood, although he could handle a few more curves. Kneeling next to her, he put a hand on her shoulder (careful not to jostle anything in case she had damaged her spine) and asked in a calm, clear voice, "Are you alright?" Kinstask was ignored for the moment, as long as he wasn't getting in the way.

((Feel free to continue as if Piden has noticed that she passed out and asked for a healer... a two sentence post seems silly)

[neeuqtar]

Flinging the blue off of her had seemed like a great idea when he was about to eat her face. It was a much worse idea as his talons tore free from her chest, leaving gouges from which blood flowed freely, and did little but sink his hind claws deeper into her hips. She could feel talon grating against bone, and paled from the pain and nausea the sensation induced. Her freckles stood out starkly against her pale skin and dark makeup, making her look even more awful. Then suddenly, blessedly, the wher was off of her, and she could breathe, though her vision was swimming. But Kinstar knew it couldn't last, and shoved herself upright as the brown wher came for her. Suddenly, all was roaring and pounding blood, and her vision grayed, fading at the periphery.

Kinstask leaped forward, knowing instantly that something was wrong, very wrong -- besides the hurts that his brother had caused. Why? he asked wordlessly, poking his nose against her bloody chest, green forked tongue lapping out to taste the iron red. Kinstar turned her head down towards the brown wher as Eikask and her handler hurried over. Something... someone... protecting her.

"How nice," she said, with a weird smile on her face, as Piden set his hand on her shoulder and asked her something she couldn't understand. She felt like she knew the words, but she couldn't comprehend them in the least. A look of confusion crossed her face for a moment -- then Kinstar slumped, all tension leaving her body, blood loss and pain combining to steal consciousness away from her. Kinstask barked in confusion. This was not how things were supposed to go! He was going to protect His, because she was delicate and female, and she was going to be safe and okay! This was wrong. It.. it.. It was the fault of that OTHER wher! That nasty blue. Kinstask turned towards Disk and Dinag and snarled, his muzzle dripping with Kinstar's blood. The blue would be put into his place, but later, when His was better. And His would be. Right? The brown turned to look up at his dam, tiny wings sagging in sorrow. He hadn't been fast enough!

((OOC: Kinstar's injuries are as follows -- sprained right ankle, minor abrasions; split scalp on back of head (needs stitches); concussion; four gouges from collarbone to nipples, four deep punctures/gouges on hip bone (REALLY need stitches). ))

[rii]

So much going on, and too little didn't he care. Not when he was leaning against wall for support with his leg aching and bleeding freely. At least now it wasn't going to become a trend – of him attending a hatching and getting mauled each time. Konstask nicely ended the count. Two for two. Of course, that suggested he was attending said hatchings with hopes of impressing. Entirely not the case, but there would no longer be a need for him to play to the role of candidate.

Sections of meat were fed one after another to the hungry green hatching. In between each bite she would run her tongue along his calf, drawing a faint shiver from the blond in return. A strange sensation, the roughness of her tongue and the loving caress over his mind as she licked at the wound made from her claws and teeth. He didn't want to look at the damage, instead letting his eyes take in the unfolding drama. Where was his crutch to aid him in the limp to the healers – oh – Kostya's lips curved downward in an acute frown. Hm, as an after though he scoffed lightly to himself. Served Marsayis right, amusingly ironic that his friend would impress to something he barely acknowledged because of being physically unattractive. His pale eyes dropped down to his own little beauty, "Now we'll never hear the end of it. I thought his whining about the worm was bad enough. This is what he gets for being a puss and turning all nocturnal on me. And what do you know, I got dragged along for the fun.. tch."

His line of sight moved from the green to the gashes on his legs. Yes, would need stitches. Again. Cue sigh. The quarreling whers drew his attention. Oh me, oh my. With a faint tilt of his head, the newly impressed wherling looked over Kinstar from afar. She didn't look good at all, did she? Perhaps she'll die. Oh no chimed his wher. She could not die, because then her brother might leave as well – and that would be less admirers for her. Kostya couldn't help but smirk. Yes, he assured her, that would be most terrible. They should both hope the girl pulls through in the case.

Kostya ran fingers along the snout of his green before moving toward the exit. No, not toward Kinstar, he had his own injuries to care about. Minor in comparison, but excuse enough to leave because frankly.. he didn't care if she died. He also had the strong urge to deck Marsays – an action he would reserve for a later time. Too much drama filled this room and adding more to it would be poor taste. Besides, the bronze rider was moving toward her.. and away from Tekivix. That's right. Congratulations were in order, yes?

Kostya might of said something, if not for noticing the hand Tekivix pressed against abdomen and the damp quality of the shirt. Even more minor of the injuries in the room, but oh, Kostya cared more for this one. No, he didn't bother to ask, and Tekivix was likely getting use to mild invasion of space. Seizing the tucked wrist, Kostya turned Vix's hand away from torso to visually inspect the gash. Nice and deep – a knife? – when had he done that?

"Stitches." Kostya released the younger candidate, nodding his head at the hallway beyond. Konstask rubbed up against Kostya's injured leg, smearing blood along her lovely coloring. She rumbled with a purr at her sister – Tekivisk and hers should come along. They were going for a trip and apparently Tekivisk's needed to go with to stop leaking. As a private comment to hers, Konstask added that her sister could come along, even if she was not as beautiful.

"Right.. " Kostya commented idly to his wher, glancing over his shoulder for Marsayis – who was still trying to elude the black hatchling. Hn. Back to Tekivix he commented. "I need to get to the infirmary–" His hand clasped on Tekivix's shoulder before the other could brush him off. "As do you." and the dying girl, but heh, out of sight, out of mind. "Since Marsayis is being a royal ass, I'm not getting there on my own." The words were seeking a volunteer, but the body language of Kostya nudging Tekivix spoke that he wasn't going to take Tekivix's opinion into consideration.