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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 14, 2009 17:13:08 GMT -6
((My post is gonna be really short, sorry. I'm being rushed.))
N'lel looked down at the black dragonet. He had never seen such a dragon. N'lel felt that strange feeling of happiness. What a lifemate the dragon was! N"lel scratched Trogdorth's eyeridge a bit, marveling at the dragon. He led the dragon off to get something to eat. He couldn't believe he had Impressed to such a dragon. If anyone had anything bad to say about it, they were going to hear from him.
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Lidi stared at the white dragonet on the sands. She couldn't believe such a dragon would hatch out of that egg. If she could have chosen, the white dragon would be the one she Impressed to. She had no idea why she felt that way about it, she just did. The other dragon, the Amber one, was interesting to. Lidi wished she could Impress to a rare dragon like that. Or something like the female candidate who had Impressed to the Blue. Lidi wanted something like that to happen to her. But what if it didn't?
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Post by Event on Mar 14, 2009 17:28:09 GMT -6
The amber and white had begun to scatter, though both heading in the same general direction of the females. Behind them, another egg cracked open, spilling a very normal looking green out. She bugled to them before hurrying to catch up, knowing that her lifemate would be amongst the females as well.
But the crowd was oblivious to the three of them, however, as the golden Egg was now shaking with fervor, as was its neighbor the Mossy Tree Egg.. The latter Egg was dismissed, many thinking it to hold a large brown or maybe a bronze and neither of those two could overshadow the Hatching of a gold. On the edges of their seats, those who filled the Stands watched hungerily as the gold Egg shook and wobbled, watched as cracks appeared on its fine golden shell.
With a triumphant bugle from Phaelith, the golden Egg shattered open at just the same time the Mossy Tree Egg did. Simultaneous shouts of surprise and delight and horror rang through the crowd. As a Hatchling gold spread her wings and shook herself free of egg shards, a very large, very silver dragonet was as well. The two great female dragons looked at each other, eyes whirling in agitation. Neither could tell if the other was friend or enemy, but they quickly found out that there was only one who meant them harm on the Hatching Grounds and it certainly wasn't a dragonet.
An earsplitting and deranged roar cut through the Hatching grounds and a young man screamed in agony, blood spurting out of a wound. The young man went down, his bowls rolling out of his gut as he died. The tall man was finally sprinting through the Hatching Grounds, his insane eyes popping wide as he looked upon the daughter of Phaelith. She must die! She and her mother!
Another young woman got in his way and she too was impaled on his hungry blade. Shouts of fright screamed out of the humans and the dragonets on the Sand scattered. All but the strange silver and strong gold. They stared the man down as he bared his teeth at them, brandishing his knife. Phaelith roared, moving to protect his charges.
But Norali wasn't protected! Phaelith had left her open! Seeing his one opportunity, the man vaulted towards the Weyrwoman and she, for the one time in her life, was paralyzed with fear.
"For you, Nyveirrae, for you! I will TEAR the evil out of this place and rip it from your living heart as well!" The man screamed, grabbing a shrieking Norali by the hair as she attempted to flee. She struggled and his knife bit into her shoulder. Phaelith screamed.
"Die you - aaaaarrgg!" The man roared. A green dragonet had just sunken her new teeth into his free arm. It was the green that had just Hatched!
She shook her jaws, rending flesh from bone and nearly snapping his arm in the process. Swearing, the man was forced to relinquish his grip on the Weyrwoman and threw her to the ground. His knife came down again and again on the little green as he laughed maniacally to her screams of pain.
All around him chaos, all around him fear was infectious. The Weyrwoman was struggling away from him, clutching her bleeding shoulder. Distracted, there was nothing he could do to prevent the Impressions around him...
The amber halted in front of Xaiorynth, half crying into his mind, washing him with her feelings of fright.
He's gonna kill my mother! He's gonna kill my mother! She roared in to his mind.
Across from the amber, the white sought Senra for comfort, Senra, you must help! We must get help! We must do something!
The silver hued dragonet was rushing to the aid of her Clutch sister, roaring and calling for Avarian for help.
And the gold, the queen of the Clutch was yelling at everyone.
Get him! GET HIM! He has hurt my mother! He has hurt her rider! HE MUST PAY! Halmari, help me!
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Post by Kabohela on Mar 14, 2009 17:41:40 GMT -6
This was almost too much to take in. First Blacks, and now a White? Just like Ruth. And what was that orangey dragon? Sileyn shook his head in silent awe. He tensed as the next egg hatched, ready for another surprise, but it was just a green.
And then, the sands exploded. Sileyn almost fainted in surprise and fear as one of the other boys fell to the ground, spurting blood. In his wake was a man Sileyn didn't recognize at all, running with a knife. He was heading for the queenlings! "No!" Sileyn shouted. A woman jumped in to defend the hatchling, but she was quickly killed.
Sileyn watched in breathless terror as the man went for the Weyrwoman only to be deterred by a courageous green, who he turned on. Finally, his Healer mode kicked in. He glanced at the young man, then the woman who had been stabbed. It was too late for them, and it was probably too late for the green, too. Hoping to Faranth that luck was on his side, he dashed across the sand to Norali's side.
"Shards, Weyrwoman...here." He couldn't make himself spit out coherent words, but he did tear off half of his sleeve and press it to her wound. Surely the crowd would do something about the murderer.
((If that's too godmodish, let me know.))
Aldril wasn't quite sure if what he was seeing was real. A man was suddenly rampaging across the sand, attacking the Weyrwoman. The sight of all the blood and ichor made him dizzy, and he closed his eyes. That couldn't stop the sounds of screaming and agonized cries from the green.
He felt utterly helpless. It was torture to stand back and watch this, but he couldn't think of anything he could do without getting in the way.
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Post by Lysita on Mar 14, 2009 17:42:36 GMT -6
Felicia smiled as she saw the gold hatch, a frown of surprise appearing as she noticed the silver. Then what was this, a man was attacking the weyrwoman, by Faranth that was so wrong. Wrong and scary, she stayed rooted in her seat as she watched the newly hatched dragonets rush to aid the weyrwoman. What could she do? How could she help? She had no idea and even if she did, she was too scared to move from her seat, strange as that might be. She couldn't believe this was happening, she'd never heard of such a thing happening before. Then the gold was screaming out to everyone, the gold had to be, as she heard a name within the little tirade that wasn't hers. Even then she still couldn't move, couldn't even scream out for help as she couldn't get the breath to do so.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 14, 2009 17:44:01 GMT -6
Senra could only stare in astonishment as the man charged into the hatching grounds. This shouldn't happen! This shouldn't be something that happened! Her eyes had been on the white dragon since the moment it hatched, but as soon as the man came charging down, Senra wasn't looking at any of the dragons. She stared instead at the man as he tried to kill the Weyrwoman. She wanted to help, but she didn't think she could do anything.
The dragonets had scattered, but Senra hardly noticed this. She could only watch what was happening. If the Weyrwoman was killed, what would happen to the Weyr! No, that couldn't happen. It couldn't be allowed to happen. Senra felt like she couldn't just stand there, she needed to move, even if it was just an inch.
Then the strangest thing happened. Senra, you must help! We must get help! We must do something! Senra didn't even notice the sound at first. SenraMine! Why do you stand there! We must do something! Senra fianlly realized someone was talking to her. She looked down at the white dragonet. A white dragonet? The white one she had seen? It reallly was, wasn't it?
Senra looked down at the dragonet. She looked at him carefully. Don't just stand there! We must do something Yes, they needed to do something. But a momentous thought had just struck Senra. She could talk to this dragon, couldn't she! Siling slightly, she tried to speak into his mind, which was surprisingly easy. Can you hear me? Am I speaking? Really? This is great! Don't worry Kosarth, we will do something. If you want to. Kosarth looked around quickly. Please let us do something, SenraMine, please.
She wanted to just let him go, but he was so small. He would no doubt be a small dragon. Senra couldn't just let him attack someone who wanted to murder the Weyrwoman. Before she could even say anything to Kosarth, he decided to do something himself. He charged at the man, screeching at him. He butted into him awkwardly. He then sunk his teeth into the man, glaring at him viciously. Senra could feel Kosarth's feelings of anger at the man. Why, Kosarth didn't even seem to be afraid! What if that man attacked him, like he did to the Green? Senra stared at her dragon, hoping to herself to please, please, not lose him as soon as she Impressed.
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 17:45:31 GMT -6
OoC: Darnit. XD People posted.
Nyveirrae had been watching the hatchlings go by, his expressions masked on his face, everywhere but his eyes. The mutations in the colours disturbed him deeply. It wasn’t something that he was accustomed to living with. There weren’t many people back home that would accept this, and he knew that there wasn’t much that he could do about it. He simply hoped that his family would never hear about it. They would be horrified to have had him in this Weyr, during the time that these impressions have been going on. Not to mention that he this was throwing him out of his balance. There were only supposed to be five colours, not this many. It was hard for his mind to process.
As a cry rushed through the crowd, Ny’s head turned in the direction of the gut wrenching scream as everything within his body went cold and stood still. The hairs upon the back of his neck were on end, but the sight that he saw shocked him more. A young man went down upon the ground, disemboweled, and there, racing through the hatching grounds, insanity in his eyes, blood upon his knife, was his father.
Everything went out of sight for the candidate as he felt himself wobble faintly, steadying his body as the heat slowly got to his head. This couldn’t be happening. His father wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to attack the Weyr. That man upon the grounds was a person that he had seen many times before. The woman that he killed had been on his team when they had to go oil dragons. These people weren’t supposed to die… Not when this was supposed to be a happy moment.
It was then that he noticed the man grab the Weyrwoman, and without thinking, he rushed forward at a run, pushing through the candidates in his path as he cut across the hatching grounds to help Norali, to stop his father. He wasn’t on time, however, seeing how a green dragonet went straight up to protect the woman. And the pain that rushed through his heart as he saw his father turn on the green hatchling numbed his mind. There was only a madman upon the sands, he tried to convince himself of it as shame rushed through his mind, through his heart. He wanted to cry. He wanted to make all this killing stop. There was nothing that he could do. Nothing at all.
“STOP IT!” He yelled out as the man practically slaughtered the green beneath him. There was a White attempting to get him off, biting at him. If that dragonet died through the hands of his father too, Ny was certain that he would never show his face around here again. Without thinking, the boy jumped at him, wanting to ram his body into the other. He had to stop him. This wasn't right.
(If I'm not allowed, warn me.))
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Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 18:00:50 GMT -6
Something was happening. Something beautiful, and something terrifying. Because at once, as the golden egg split open to reveal its healthy hatchling queen and a second egg revealed a strange and hauntingly lovely silver, a man was running across the sands. A man with a knife, covered in the life's blood of a Candidate who screamed his death as he fell to the sands. He was going for the Weyrwoman - going to kill Phaelith, to kill her daughter? Why?!
And all at once, a voice screamed through Halmari's head, telling her that the man must die. Impression should have been a moment of ecstasy, one filled with joy and love - but instead it was hot rage that pulsated through the young woman's body, screaming through every nerve, and not all of it was the fury of the golden dragon. Half of it, or at least half, was Halmari's herself. How dare this man come and try to kill the Weyrwoman who had done no wrong! How dare he hurt a dragon! He would pay dearly, and she would see to it!
"Stay back, Trelath, love! He has a knife!" But the newly Impressed queenrider was moving swiftly, running faster than she ever had before, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was in the stands, amongst the startled people, and yanking a belt knife from the sheath of the nearest man wearing one, half-vaulting down the stairs to hurtle at the murderous man. Halmari was not a fighter by nature, had never been trained in the arts of the knife, and of course had never killed anything more than an insect or prey animal, but a steely core had risen in her, one that called for blood, for death. "You will pay for this," she hissed at the man as she closed with him, flailing out wildly with the knife, searching for an opening around the white dragon rending at his flesh and the boy who had thrown himself forward, hoping to use the weight of his body to stop the murderer.
Trelath was screaming, a wild, dangerous roar, eyes whirling red as she ignored her rider's command and started towards the fray.
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 18:05:08 GMT -6
OoC: Sorry! I'm trying to write fast... And my inspiration is slowly dwindling. xD 5 characters are a pain to get a reaction out of.
Before the black had even made it as far as the feed buckets, she heard the screams around her, and she whirled around. A snarl escaped her maw at the sight that was before her. And without thinking, she charged. It was her own choice. She wouldn’t listen to the Gold or the Silver even if they had ordered her to do something. This was her choice. This man was going down. With a snarling, gaping maw, the large black female charged, roaring in hatred as she approached.
Nidoria, seeing her dragon rushing towards the man also, stared out in horror. She couldn’t lose her bonded! Quickly the woman raced across the sands, running past the Obsidian. There was a part of her that knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop the black dragon from doing anything. But she could get there first.
“HELP US!” She yelled to the crowd as she raced forward, her hand going into a fist. From above her a shriek shattered the air as a little green firelizard dived towards the man. Her claws extended. She too was going to do her part.
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Az’re stared at the horrible sight before him angered beyond belief that this man would even dare to do such a thing to a dragonrider!He vaulted upon his dragon’s back as the bronze quickly dashed into the air, his wings spreading wide as he roared to the people down below. This was madness! People were going to die, the hatchlings were going to die, and all people could do was watch and stare! It was horrible. He had never witnessed such a thing in all his life! The bronze was furious. Rage was rolling off of his body in large waves as he circled through the air, watching the mayhem below. He couldn’t land. He couldn’t help the Queen!
~Hatchlings! Back off! And get out of my way!~ He snarled out to them as he dived as close to the sands as he could, forcing his rider to slide as far down the harness as he could before dropping to the ground and rolling. The bronzerider quickly got himself to his feet as he stared at the mayhem around him, rushing at the man. His hand went straight for his dualing knife, which was also his lunch knife, and a good thing to always have around. You never knew when you would have to cut a strap free! But at a hatching? He had never expected that he would need it. He had almost left it home, and he would have! If it hadn’t been attached to his belt.
“Queenrider, Weyrlings get back!” He yelled out in a booming voice. His tones were as sharp as acid. He wasn’t going to see dragonets die because their riders were going against a man with a knife! There didn’t have to be any senseless murdering! They were all going to get themselves killed!
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Post by Firey on Mar 14, 2009 18:17:17 GMT -6
With dragons hatching here and there, the Journeyman soon gave up on trying to keep an eye on them all. He knew that it was pointless, really, and that someone else would soon have their full attention of them, but, in a way, he just needed something to do. It was a goo thing, too, that he had given up on it, when the golden egg had begun to shake as the others had right before they hatched and shed their shell. Maybe it was just him in his mind, but the crowd seemed almost hushed, watching, waiting to see the birth of the new Queen. He continued to shift from foot to foot every now and then, trying to let one cool off instead of letting both of them bake in the sand, and then cracks appeared on the shell. It wouldn't be long.
Despite his surprise, like so many others had been, that there had not only been two dragons in one egg, but a mutant one as well, it was quickly replaced by something more akin to horror as events began to swiftly take a turn for the worse. There was a yell from somewhere in the Stands, a cry of outrage, as well as a scream of pain. Alarmed, Xaiorynth looked around, his eyes widening when he spotted the man he assumed the be responsible running across the Sands, looking quite deranged. Before he could register much more than that, the metal of the blade the man held flashed and disappeared into the flesh of a young woman. Fear rising in his mind and freezing him to the spot, Xaiorynth looked around, looking for someone who would help, who could help. The man was on a rampage, almost what you could call blood crazed.
It was Phaelith's cry that snapped the paralysis from him, mostly. For a split second, he couldn't understand why the dragoness was screaming, until he thought of her rider. Dragon and rider were closely bonded, right? Almost without thinking, the candidate took a running step toward the wounded Weyrwoman and the madman, when someone spoke to him in his mind, stopping him dead in his tracks.
~He's gonna kill my mother! He's gonna kill my mother!~
There was so much fear... For a moment, he could only stare at the Amber dragon, his mind trying to process her words through her fear. All he could do was nod silently before his body began moving without thought toward the injured Green dragon. He knew it wasn't what Vyskelth wanted, but the Weyrwoman was being tended to by someone else, and a knife was hardly a threat to a full-grown dragon. Not exactly having thought that healing things would be needed at a Hatching, the newly made Weyrling tore off the sleeve of his white robe and approached the Green dragon, unsure if she would try to attack him as well. Slowing his movements, he knelt beside her and bunched up the cloth so he could apply pressure to her wounds until someone could properly attend to her. He wasn't a Dragon Healer.
Beside him, Vyskelth came to a stop, standing between them and the man almost protectively even though X'ynth could sense her fear. “Vyskelth... It'll be okay... I think.” He said quietly, trying to keep his tone even, unmarred by fear and panic. Not that he was succeeding too well. Hearing someone yelling again, X'ynth looked up from what he was doing only to see a rider jumping from his Bronze dragon, telling them to get out of the way. He turned his graze to the Green again, and decided that he wouldn't leave her there to bleed to death, not knowing that not finding her rider could kill her, too.
((Please tell me if I'm not allowed >.>.... *couldnt' leave the poor little Green there like that*))
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Post by Lysita on Mar 14, 2009 18:23:57 GMT -6
Felicia was shocked out of her scared stupor as she heard the green's wails, jumping up from her seat. She ran down the stairs, almost tripping over a couple of time, but then she was beside the green. There was a man already there applying pressure to the wounds and she knelt down beside the green. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked, wanting to help the green in some way, even if it was only helping to keep it alive for it's rider.
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Post by Phly on Mar 14, 2009 18:36:13 GMT -6
Norali was...stunned. What was going on? Phaelith was raging and terrified at the same time. She felt her lifemate's infectious fear...but there was pain. Why was there pain? Her eyes slowly found the ugly wound on her shoulder. A shadow passed over her and she realized that someone had come to her aid. Someone was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words...
Hold on...
Lenia was not oblivious to what was going on. She'd seen the man probably before anyone else had, but had merely assumed that he was a late Candidate. Of course, the blood that he spilled had utterly told her otherwise. The Weyrwoman was laying injured, a dragonet half dead, and at least two humans were dead by this madman's hands.
At least no one she knew was hurt. While she felt for the green, there was nothing she could do now, but edge away and hope that the man wouldn't turn his knife on herself or anyone she knew. Hopefully, Nidoria, who had amazingly Impressed would have gotten off the Sands alr-NO!
There she was! The fool and her dragon were heading TOWARD the man and not away!
"YOU SHARDING IDIOT!" She screamed, racing for her friend and her new charge. Lenia was faster than an angry dragonet and a probably quite confused new Weyrling. She dove for Nidoria and grabbed for the black, hoping to throw it off balance enough to tumble. If it fell, it would probably forget about a guy brandishing a knife if she saw that someone else had her rider pinned down.
But only if she could pin Nidoria down! If she couldn't, she feared that she'd lose her dear friend!
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Post by Firey on Mar 14, 2009 18:38:20 GMT -6
He had been so absorbed into trying to stop the ichor flowing from the Green dragon's wounds, that X'ynth jumped, causing Vyskelth to swing her head around, growling menacingly at whatever had startled her rider even though her eyes were still whirling with white. When the woman spoke to him, however, she settled for watching, her tail twitching in agitation and fear. As X'ynth processed the woman's words, he looked up at her for a brief moment with his aquamarine eyes before speaking. “I don't think so... She needs a Healer.” He answered. There wasn't really much even he could do. How was he supposed to know what to tell someone else? The man shifted away from her faintly, her presence beside him almost burning into his skin, but he made it look likeher was merely trying to get a better angle at which to apply pressure to the stab wounds. “Find a rider. They might know.” The man said after a moment. A rider would likely know a thing or two about healing a dragon, right?
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Post by Lysita on Mar 14, 2009 18:44:44 GMT -6
Felicia nodded at the mans words, they made sense even to her and she began to look around wildly for a rider. She didn't notice his slight movement away from her, or if she had it didn't really register enough to remember. Her eyes found Az're and she stood up, carefully moving away enough not to accidently harm the dragonet more before she ran towards the rider. "Sir please. There is a severely injured dragonet over here. She really needs help, please." Her voice was begging and desparate as she raced towards the bronzerider.
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 18:52:26 GMT -6
One moment she was running as fast as she could towards the murderer, but the next thing she knew she was upon the ground, in a frenzy of people running everywhere around her. She screamed, out of fear, out of surprise. She didn’t know who was tackling her, and a part of her was scared that it was another one of those men. She was the rider of the black dragon, after all! It was quite terrifying as she felt the ground hit her, the heat searing into her skin. Nidoria struggled quickly, throwing her head back hopping to hit the other one across the face.
The black felt something crash into her hide, and rolled sideways across the ground in a snarl. Angrily she brought herself back to her feet in a flourished of snarls and growls. Wings were everywhere, her claws were practically hitting them. But all she saw was another person on her rider. Another person pinning her down. A snarl escape the Obsidian’s throat as she dived and raced towards the other woman, her maw open. She would kill.
It was only then that Nidoria recognized the voice of her friend, the call that had been sent. She could feel the anger in her bonded’s mind, the horrible hatred and distaste. She could already almost taste blood within her own mouth. Her dragon wanted to hurt.
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Post by Event on Mar 14, 2009 18:53:47 GMT -6
No! NO! There were too many of them! Too many of them! He'd missed he'd missed! How could he have no silenced that whore Weyrwoman? How could he have allowed her evil daughter to choose and equally terrible rider? There were dragonets and humans alike rushing to attack him. As the white dove into bite his arm, he flicked his knife at him, cutting him across his face. With his other rather shredded arm, he bashed the dragonet on the head, knocking the white to the ground, putting him effectively out of the fight.
The new Gold Weyrling was heading his way and as he prepared to rush forward to end this poisionous seed's life, something very solid collided with him. Nyveirrae! How could he! How could he try to hurt him? How could he try to -
"Aeeiiiaaaah!" He shrieked, the gold Weyrling's knife found his chest. But it wasn't bad enough to kill, wasn't painful enough to stop him! But something green popped into his vision, scrapping at him and another scream of agony escaped him. His left out was gouged. He could see no more with it. His knife bolted out again, cutting the green firelizard through her tail, hacking almost half of it clean off.
As the little lizard helplessly spiraled away, he turned his attention back towards his son, his poor poor son. How could the Weyr have done this? How could the Weyr have turned his son against them so? He used to be such a good boy...Such a good boy...But it was clear to him taht there was no hope for redemption for his son. Nyveirrae must now die.
Raising his knife again, he brought the blade down, but he was too slow, the pain in his body making him weak. He missed his boy's throat, but caught him in the shoulder as well. The gold Weyrling was still around! She needed to be punished as well! Kicking his already injured son in the stomach, he pushed him off, staggering to his feet, his remaining eye ablaze with hatred, the other bleeding out all over his face.
"Your life. It ends now," He told her, staggering forward. In his adrenaline morphed state, he slashed brutally out, cutting her across the belly. But he wasn't close enough to cause any real damage. He stumbled. His strength was beginning to leave him...
Around him, the Eggs seemed to be at a standstill, refusing to Hatch, refusing to leave their sanctuaries as long as he was alive...
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Post by dragoncharm on Mar 14, 2009 18:55:43 GMT -6
The Hatching went on. Tolly watched it all with fascination. One of the two blacks – the female – was going around, apparently trying to find hers, except she was practically mauling everyone she found unacceptable. And the second black was merely rolling around in the sand and dirt. It looked like blacks weren't vicious by nature, as he had assumed, but that was only the female's trait. The blue looked to be quite playful. Then the first black seemed to find Hers. Except – she wasn't heading for a female in the Sands. Shew was going to the Stands! She was going to Impress a watcher? Tolly chuckled. Whoever had caught her notice was going to get a lot more than they'd bargained for! And now the newly hatched blue was finding his, too. Except – wait. Why was he going to the girls? Blue's didn't Impress to girls! Right? Shards, what was up with this clutch? Was Phaelith sick when she Rose or something? And then...a bronze! A bronze had hatched! A normal, perfect, handsome bronze! It was perfect! It was big, and its hide was the deep bronze with a green sheen everyone associated with bronzes. Oh, who would it pick? Did he dare hope it might be him? But just as the bronze hatchling seemed about to find his Lifemate, two more remarkable dragons hatched. Scorch it, this clutch was messed up! But Tolly was loving it. New colors meant excitement! It would be great! The first dragonet to spill onto the sands was a stranger color – kind of like gold, but not. Like...like...like amber! It looked like amber. And the other one was not new, but an old color ,thought never to be seen again. It was white. But it wasn't like Ruth. It needed to help at all to Hatch. And it was not from the smallest egg like ruth had been, either. The two seemed to greet each other, but Tolly wasn't that interested, since they didn't seem to be looking for their Lifemates. He turned back to the bronze and other obsidian-colored dragonet, who seemed to be sizing each other up. At the same time, they both raced towards the boys, veering in different directions. Tolly had eyes only for the bronze, who was heading straight towards him. It couldn't be – surely this giant, perfect bronze – was it possible? Would it choose him? Could it? Could he, Tolly, be worthy of this handsome dragonet? The voice, to Tolly's stunned mind, seemed deafening. You're mine! I won't let that brother of mine have you! Tolly gaped at the bronze. This was his bronze. His bronze! Tolly's bronze! Only he wasn't Tolly anymore. “Veshrelith,” he said to the dragon, kneeling down and hugging him fiercely, his smile so wide it barely fit on his face. “Veshrelith. Who am I?” Veshrelith nuzzled him before stepping back. You shall be my T'ly. And now I am ravenous. Can you not feel the emptiness is my stomach? Let us get me fed.[/color] T'ly stood up. “Of course!” He could feel the hunger now. They turned to leave, but a joyous bugle from Phaelith stopped them. T'ly turned back, and, after a moment, so did Veshrelith. Why on Pern is my mother making such a noise as that? he demanded, wanting to get to his food. It's...it's the queen egg! It's hatching! C'mon, Vesh, ket's watch. The two moved back so they could see. T'ly watched as the queen egg shattered. The queen was perfect! Beautiful! He wondered who'd Impress. But at the same time, another egg broke open. It was...T'ly blinked. A silver dragonet? Was it like...like another Queen? But silver? How would that work out? Suddenly, a deranged shriek split the air. Veshrelith reacted immediately, rushing forward and towing long. “Vesh, wait!” the new bronze weyrling cried, tugging his dragon to a halt. Then he fought back bile as the man who was running towards Phaelith struck down two people. No! What was this?Then...no. Norali! Weyrwoman Norali! Veshrelith bugled in fury just as T'ly cried out in anger. The message was the same: ”No!” Then T'ly was no longer holding them back, and they were both rushing forward, because whatever happened, they had to protect their Weyrwoman. And he wanted to hurt Phaelith! He wanted to hurt Phaelith! He's gonna kill my mother I won't let him! I won't let him! Veshrelith roared, charging as fast as he could towards the man. They both heard the little queen as she shrieked to the world. Get him! GET HIM! He has hurt my mother! He has hurt her rider! HE MUST PAY! A snarl fiercer than anything T'ly had ever heard escaped Veshrelith as he raced towards the fray. Vesh, you can't go there! he screamed in his mind, terribly afraid that the bronze would be hurt, like that poor little green...Um...protect the little queen! Or Phaelith! But Vesh, don't try and hurt him! You'll get hurt! Veshrelith tried to disobey, but T'ly shoved him out of the way, and the bronze, snarling, headed towards Trelath. His mother was big. But Trelath was small, like him. She needed protection!
T'ly, meanwhile, wasn't sure what to do. He was seething with anger, and felt no fear for himself, but there were so many people already attacking the man! What could he do? Who could he protect? Others would get him...they'd kill him...there were more than enough! But he had to do something! He cast around wildly, before a booming voice cast out. Telling htem all to get back! He would not! He was not going to stand around watching like a fool! There had to be something he could do...T'ly settled on staying with his bronze. He would protect Veshrelith and the gold! He wouldn't let his bronze get hurt! Or the gold, the future of the Weyr!
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Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Xelarith could feel it. Amintia! Mine! Something is wrong in the Hatching Sands! the grene hatchling wailed, turning away from her food. Amintia looked up, and, indeed, heard the screams and bugles from the Sands. What was going on? What was happening?
They both rushed back into the Sands, to a terrible sight. Everyone running about...and people were fighting! Who was everybody crowding around! What was happening! Ami saw a bronze and his weyrling protecting the new queen, who had finally hatched, and more dragonets and riders trying to get to something. What in the name of Faranth was happening? Fear filled the grene weyrling. What was going on? Then Xelarith bugled in horror. My mother's rider is hurt! She's hurt! And my sister...my sister! She's hurt too! Amintia, what do we do? The green had not a mean bone in her body to drive her on; she wanted everything to be better, she wanted to hide...but she wanted to protect. She had to protect her siblings! And her mother! The green raced towards her mother, creeling in fear and confusion but also determination, and Amintia tried to call her back. But then she saw Norali, and gasped. The Weyrwoman was hurt, just like Xelarith had said! No! Someone was trying to hurt them! NO! Ami wouldn't let anyone get hurt...and now thre was a break, and she could see the man, pobviously deranged, everybody was trying to get it.
She rushed towards him without a thought. He'd hurt Norali! He would pay! She wouldn't let him hurt anyone ewlse, never! Not while she was here! Oh, she needed a knife. She needed a knife! Glaring in rage, she saw someone from the Stands trying to run away, and fiercely pulled the belt knife from him. “Give it to me!” she snarled, tugging it away, before rushing blindly towards the man. She'd have him dead for hurting the Weyrwoman, and a tiny dragonet! She'd have him dead!
And then..."NO! You-!" She didn't have a word to describe him. He'd hurt the white! He'd punched and hurt the white! Any ounce of control Amintia had left left her then, and she saw red. How dare he try and hurt anyone while she was around! She'd kill him! She'd kill him and burn his body till there was nothing left! She'd ]kill him! And he was hurting humans, too! The boy! The Gold's rider, too! No! She'd flay him!
Xelarith wailed, frightened by the hot, burning uncontrolled anger coming from her rider. It was too much, but...he was hurting her clutchmates! And what if he hurt her rider, too? She couldn't let that happen...couldn't let it..
The green's fighting instincts drove her away from her mother before she quite realized what she was doing. MINE! she screamed, plunging into the fray, trying to reach Hers before she got hurt. She'd protect hers! She'd protect hers and her brother and sister and everyone! Nobody more hurt! She wouldn't let him hurt!
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Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 19:01:38 GMT -6
MINE!
Trelath's mental shriek was audible to everyone in the near vicinity, the golden dragon railing forward as the knife cut across her rider's stomach. Hot, crimson blood spilled from the slash, but it wasn't hurting Halmari, not yet - she was too stunned to feel, too stunned to notice the pain. Her knife had struck him. It stuck out of the murderer's chest, but he was still moving. He had hit her. Wide grey eyes stared down at the cut as she stumbled backwards a few paces, blinking, unable to figure out what had just happened.
"Love, I'm fine, I - " That was when the pain hit, and both hands clutched the wound as Halmari staggered, dropping to her knees. It wasn't deep, wasn't a mortal wound, but oh gods, it hurt... And Trelath was still coming, a golden ball of rage aimed at the man with the knife. She could not let her get to him, could not let her get too close. "No, don't!" Though her voice was strained, it was still loud, strong. She was not even close to dead - just in a great deal of pain.
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Across the sands, Retselin was in shock.
"Oh, great Faranth," he whispered, already pale skin going even paler as the blood drained from his face. What was happening? He could not move, was paralyzed on the spot, though people and dragons were being hurt and dying around him. And that poor green, that poor thing - ! He felt as though he might collapse, but fear and loathing and shock held him immobile, standing stock still. What if his brother went into that fray? What if - oh, gods!
But R'leigh had not gone into the battle; he had heeded the words of the weyrlingmaster, and was keeping his bronze well away from the crazed knife-wielder.
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Post by Phly on Mar 14, 2009 19:07:12 GMT -6
Success! She’d done it! She had Nidoria pressed firmly against her on the ground, under her. While this would have been quite fine and dandy any other place (particularly in a bed), she didn’t need to hear all the voices of dragons to know that she was messing with a half crazed dragon and her rider. She knew the repercussions of her actions, even if she didn’t like them. Even as Nidoria struggled beneath her, Lenia held her down hard, unwilling to let her go, as she’d probably make another mad scramble to the crazy man wielding a knife.
She’d also managed, she was with pride, to knock her dragonet to the ground as well. Too bad the dragonet was out for blood – out for her blood. Then again, she probably couldn’t tell up from down in the state she was in now, which wasn’t good. The black could just as easily tear up her rider as she could Lenia. Leaning protectively over her friend, she took the punishment that the black was going to dole out. Sharp talons dug into her back, her thighs, her legs. It was all that she could to keep from crying out in pain. If she were to yell, she figured it would only serve to excite the dragonet more and that wouldn’t do well at all.
Lenia watched with detached horror as the dragonet opened her maw, her teeth extending out towards her face. She turned her head quickly away, pressing hard against Nidoria hoping that if the dragonet was going to bite her, it would at least only tear up the back of her head, instead of her face. Waiting for the pain, she did the only thing she could do: Plea for help. “Call her off, call her off Nidoria! Control her! Control your dragon, by Faranth!” She said, blood from the scratches the dragonet raked across her face spilling onto her friend’s face. Blood was everywhere. Her own blood. Pain wracked her body. The black needed to stop!
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 19:10:41 GMT -6
He had heard the words but part of him didn't want to admit to it. Part of him didn’t want to see his father kill him. It was a horrid sight, there above your father, blood spewing all around, and only death before your eyes. He could see it within the man’s eyes as well. He was going to die. Today would be his last day. But he wouldn’t give up. He wouldn’t allow this man to kill anymore. If he could do anything to stop it he would. There was no way that anyone was going to get out of this unscathed, the man was mad!
Ny screamed as the knife struck him across the shoulder, having ducked his head in order to stop the knife from slitting his throat. His hand went straight to his shoulder as he felt everything swirling around him. It was too much. Too much. He could feel the heat, it was swallowing him. But instead of doing anything, he jumped back towards his father, and with his good hand, he grabbed the knife and aimed for his throat. He was down, but he had to be gone. He had to be dead. He wasn’t going to let him live… Not after this.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 14, 2009 19:13:41 GMT -6
Kosarth screeched when the man slashed him in the face. He sprawled to the ground at the blow to his head. Senra ran towards him, forgetting her fear. Kosarth! Are you alright? The white dragon had a feeble voice. I... am... fine... Senra... Mine... Senra bent down and stroked the dragon gently. The part of Kosarth in her mind went blank. Senra realized the man must have knocked him unconscious. At least he would be okay. Kosarth couldn't be to badly hurt, could he?
Senra pet the dragon gently. She wasn't going to move an inch from Kosarth until he was better. She noticed the man was seemingly being surrounded. Or maybe it was the others that were being swarmed. She couldn't know. Senra looked back down at Kosarth, watching the movement of his breathing.
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