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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 19:17:27 GMT -6
Az’re charged as fast as he could, he was only distracted as he heard someone call out to him, and though he looked at her, he couldn’t stop. “Put something on the wounds! Stop the blood!” He called out quickly as he raced towards all the wounded people. “Someone bring in the healer! We need a healer!” He yelled, throwing his voice as much about the commotion as he could, he doubted they could hear him as he raced towards the now dead killer. He roughly pulled the boy off of the man, hissing faintly. His bronze would have to do something. Too many were wounded. This was horrible.
~SOMEONE GET A HEALER!~ The bronze snarled in everyone’s mind around him. There was no way that he was going to let this go on. He’d have to make a place to land.
“Norali! We need people! Get people! Get your dragon to get people! DO SOMETHING!” He called towards the Weyrwoman, his voice a sharp order. Ridiculous… All this was ridiculous. It was a horrible hatching… People were dead. People were wounded. This was mayhem.
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Post by Phly on Mar 14, 2009 19:25:07 GMT -6
He didn't see the streak of silver. He didn't see his son stand up. He didn't realize that his throat was cleaved open until he tried to breath in and nothing happened. He could taste blood. He couldn't stand. The life fading from his body, he weakly reached for his son, gurgling weakly. As his corpse fell upon the Sand, a silence hushed over the Hatching Grounds. After less than a minute of sheer mayhem, it was all over. Norali seemed to be fine, though unconscious. Phaelith was gray with terror, but alright. The green...was beginning to stir. She was alive, albeit barely. Her mind was reaching out. She felt hers close by.
Felicia. I hurt. Please make the hurt go away...please. The green warbled, her head rising weakly off the Sands. Her left wing was just about gone, almost completely hacked off.
At that moment, the Lonely Hearts Club Egg modestly broke open, breaking the silence in the Cavern. Several gasps rang out. It wasn't a green that had come of the shell...It was a brown. A brown barely the size of the green that had Impressed the young girl who'd gone to help her.
He looked well proportioned, for how tiny he was. Would the Weyr witness another death? Would this runty little brown live to see Impression? How could he be so underformed? How could be be so small?
He moved quickly through the Hatching Cavern, unsure why he was picking up so many distressed emotions. Where was his? Why was his covered in blood? He trotted right up to the dead man and the Candidate who stood before him, bleeding.
Ny’rae, what's happened her? Why...why does that man look like you? The undersized brown asked sadly, feeling his rider's anguish.
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Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 19:35:26 GMT -6
The man was dead. Trelath and hers had not killed her, but he was dead, and that was justice enough. Forever the hatchling gold would remember the man who had tried to ruin her Hatching, to kill her mother and her rider, and forever the thought of the murderer would make her scream with rage. But he was dead. Dead!
Now she could attend to more important things... like her rider, bleeding on the sands, still conscious, but barely.
Halmari reached up when her dragon came to her side, nuzzling worriedly at her shoulder. The woman wrapped one hand around the dragonet's neck and used that to pull herself to standing; she hurt badly enough, and now her knees and shins would be burned from the heat of the sands. Blood smeared on the dragon's gleaming hide, but neither of them cared; too much blood was still pouring from her stomach, through the fingers of the hand still pressed against the gash. She supposed there was some truth to the saying that shallow wounds bled the most - the pressure did not seem to be stemming the flow of the fluid. But she was up, swaying a little, but holding onto Trelath to keep standing. The people had to see that their new Queen's rider was not dead!
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Now, with the danger gone, R'leigh was across the sands in a second, Bemresth at his side. Retselin looked like he was about to slump to the sands when his brother's hand touched his shoulder; two pairs of brown eyes met, and the younger male seemed to take strength from his sibling. Even though the hatching was not over, and his bronze needed to be fed, R'leigh remained at the other's side, determined to stay there until the boy Impressed, or if not, until all the eggs were gone. Another had hatched, and though its inmate was tiny, a severely undersized brown, it had Impressed, and looked healthy. The day was looking up, though everyone was shaken.
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Post by dragoncharm on Mar 14, 2009 19:39:59 GMT -6
Veshrelith hissed in dismay as hte dragonet he'd been ordered to protect streaked away from him, towards that fiendish man. Sister, don't! he called, racing after her. T'ly groaned. Now what was he to do? He couldn't let Veshrelith get into that fracas! "Vesh...get ack here!" he yelled, pelting after his bronze .Shard it, he couldn't let him get hurt...
Amintia was fully intent on plunging the knife she held into the man's throat. She wanted to. She craved his blood, the blood of the man who had hurt so many. She needed him dead! She had almost reached him, had her knife raised, ready for the kill, her face as mask of rage...but the boy beat her to it. The one with a wound to the shoulder. He slit the man's throat, and Amintia skidded to a stop right beside the lad, breathing hard. The man fell to the ground. His life was extinguished.
It was not enough for Amintia. He must have barely felt pain, he'd died so quickly! She wanted him to feel pain for what he'd done! Oh, wherevert he was now, she hoped it was somewhere between! It wasn't enough for Ami. The anger still raged inside her, and it wouldn't go away till she'd done something. She stepped forward, her eyes hard with hatred, and dropped her knife over the man. The point sank deep into his chest, but i9t was already still, the heart no longer beating. But it was something, at least.
It was over. The fire that had burned inside Ami faded away, and she sank to the ground, suddenly exhausted. That was when Xelarith reached her, and, seeing three was no more danger, leaned down to nuzzle her rider. I'm glad it's over, Mine. We can go away now, right? she pleaded. Amintia just shook her head, neither a yes nor a no, and raised her hand to strok her grene's neck. This was...this was too much.
Veshrelith and T'ly slowed to a walk once they realized the danger was gone. The man was dead. T'ly had figured that, with that many people fighting him, he would be soon. But the poor green...and the poor white and Goldrider and everyone els who'd been injured. How could this have happened?
It seemed unreal that the hatching picked up again so quickly. More eggs hatched; a tiny brown moved over and whimpered to the boy that had killed the man. The injured green somehow Impressed to someone. The poor dragons...this was madness. Why had that man come here, tried to kill Norali and Phaelith? Why had he ruined the hatching? This day was no longer happy. Thisa day was tragic...
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Post by Lysita on Mar 14, 2009 19:41:19 GMT -6
Felicia barely heard Az're's directions above the commotion but somehow she did. Then that was when it happened, the weak, barely there voice filled her mind. Felicia. I hurt. Please make the hurt go away...please. She gasped and spun round, racing back to the green's side. She tore strips of her trousers and shirt as she did so, kneeling down as soon as she got there. She looked at the man trying to help her green with tears in her eyes and handed him some of the strips. "Use these and keep applying pressure." She said in a shaky voice, stroking the green head gently before doing the same. "It will be ok Quilareth. I am here." However her emotions betrayed her words as her voice was sad and tearful. "I will not let you die, you hear? You are not going to die." Her voice broke at the end as she sobbed, all the while applying pressure and hoping a healer would arrive soon.
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 19:47:32 GMT -6
Nidoria winced at the other. She could feel the pressure of her dragon attacking her friend above her, and she screamed out. “Waenlath! NO! She’s a friend!” She could feel the woman pushing her down. But with Lenia above her, there was no way that she could get that great beast under control. And without thinking, she pushed the woman off of her, wrapping her arms around her hatchling’s neck at the same time as her Obsidian clamped her fangs into her shoulder. It hurt, there was a searing pain that traveled through her body. Instead of yelling out, she simply steeled herself, taking the pain. It was a pain that she could handle. It hurt, but it wouldn’t kill her, and that was the most important thing right now!
The hatchling felt blood within her maw, and upon her claws. Her eyes were open, and she felt the same pain within her shoulder as the person to whom she had bitten. It was only then that her crimson coloured eyes stopped whirling so fast. It was only then, as she stared at the other that she realized that it was her rider whom she was biting, and not the woman attacking her… And a faint keen escaped her maw as she pulled back quickly, her wings clamped to her body, her eyes whirling yelling in alarm, with hints of white with fright. She had just maimed her rider… She had just nearly killed her rider… She had… She had…
Nidoria felt the dragon let go, and quickly rushed back at her. She held her steady for a while. “Waenlath, listen to me. It is okay. You will be fine!” The woman stated softly as she rested her head against the dragon. “It’s okay… Now just stay calm. She wasn’t trying to attack me. She’s a friend. Now I’m going to help her, okay?” She whispered to her dragon who simply nodded her head.
Walking away from the Obsidian, who followed her without a second thought, Nidoria walked towards Lenia, staring at her. “That was the biggest mistake you’ve ever done yet… She could have killed you! Don’t you realize that?” She inquired as she slowly helping her to her feet. They were both covered in blood, but she would support her friend. Right now, they needed a healer.
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Post by Kabohela on Mar 14, 2009 19:52:15 GMT -6
Sileyn groaned as the Weyrwoman collapsed. As a scream rang out through the sands, he saw the murderer collapse, but not before injuring several more people. "Shards," he hissed. As the bronzerider yelled for Healers, Sileyn waved him over, supporting Norali with his other arm. "The Weyrwoman's unconscious!" He yelled.
((It's late. -_-))
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Post by Phly on Mar 14, 2009 20:06:43 GMT -6
Before she realized what was going on, Lenia was pushed off rather abruptly by the very person she was trying to protect. Where had that come from. Weakly, she tried to get up, but the pain in her back was tremendous. Wincing, she contented to lay face down on the flaming hot sand. It hurt, but not as bad as it would if she were laying with her wounds on the Sand. Nidoria was quiet, where ever she was, though Lenia somewhere deep down didn't think that the sharding idiot would have left her.
Indeed she did not, for Lenia saw her feet in front of her face. She couldn't help chuckling at the situation. The Candidate understood the berating she was getting from her friend, though she certainly didn't like it. Where was her gratitude! She'd just saved her life from a knife wielding madman!
"Didn't...want you...getting killed," She managed to choke out. For some reason, she felt like she was on the verge of tears. It wasn't like she was in t hat much pain. Tilting her head up, she looked at Nidoria for a moment, biting her lip to keep from sobbing.
"You...hurt?"
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Post by Firey on Mar 14, 2009 20:06:51 GMT -6
All around him, behind him, everywhere... There was shouting, yelling, screaming... So much noise... X'ynth frowned wanting to look around, but unwilling to take his gaze off of the hatchling. She was in bad shape... Her wing was nearly sheared off, and there wasn't much he could do it except try to stop the bleeding until someone came who was more familiar with healing dragons than he was. What a mess... However, when he heard her whimper and making sounds, he was somewhat relieved. The fact that the Green dragon was conscious was a good sign. He had been getting worried. He sighed faintly in relief, closing his aquamarine eyes for a moment, and opening them when the Amber, his Vyskelth, nuzzled him gently on the arm. She then proceeded to doing the same to the Green, nosing her head gently, trying to wake her up properly.
When the girl returned, X'ynth glanced up at her, his copper hair in his eyes, but he didn't have the hands to move it. She was upset... more than she should be... But he didn't dwell on it when she handed him the strips of cloth she gave him, having made them from her own clothing. He nodded silently, adding them to the ichor-soaked sleeve that was already there. “Vyskelth, put your tail where my hands are, and push down on the bandages.” He directed, glancing at the girl again as the hatchling did as she was told, using his hands to move her tail where it needed to be. Oh. She they were bonded now... All the more reason to make sure that the Green hatchling didn't die. What a mess the world was...
Using some of Felicia's bandages that he hadn't yet used, X'ynth got to the more delicate task of staunching the ichor flow from the severed wing area. There was bone and flesh... It was a messy wound, to say the least. Carefully, he positioned the cloth, his tanned and calloused hands adding pressure to when the ichor seemed to be flowing out of the most in that particular wound. “I'll make sure she won't die.” He said, looking at his fellow Weyrling, his resolve reflected in his gaze. He wasn't sure why he was trying to comfort the girl. Maybe to get her to stop crying. Who knew? But he meant what he said, even if he wasn't sure he could actually pull it off.
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Post by Event on Mar 14, 2009 20:16:06 GMT -6
Finally. After all the chaos, after all the madness, only two Eggs lay on the Sands. One was quite large, the other a more modest size. Phaelith weakly turned towards the last two chambers that held her children, willing them to Hatch, wanting this to be over. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right that the birth of her children should be marred this way! Her babies had deserved better, had deserved a happy entrance into this world.
The smaller of the two Eggs Hatched first and a normal, strong, rather large, and rather healthy brown crawled out of his shell. He peered around, sensing pain all around him. Most of the Candidates had scattered off the Sands and there wasn't really much for him to choose from now. Still, none of the males felt really right to him. Suddenly, pain racked the young dragonet's back and he crooned unhappily, his eyes whirling in panic. His rider was hurt! His lifemate!
But...at the same time, he felt quite clearly that his rider was at absolute peace. So...was his rider in trouble? What was happening? Confused he raced forward just as the other Egg Hatched. Another massive silver dragonet, though this one looked clearly masculine. As the brown passed him up, the silver glared at his retreating back, looking towards what was left of the male line.
Only one. Only one was good enough and he was standing right there.
Come with me and feed me. It's disgusting in here. The silver said, a cold hint to his voice as he stepped over the corpse of a Candidate on his way to Aldril
The brown sidestepped a black and nudged passed the black's Weyrling to the female lying on the ground. Her back was bloody, but there was a strange grin on her face. Oh, so his rider was okay.
Lenia...Can you please make them move? They're in my way and I want to lay down with you. I'm hungry, but you're probably tired, so maybe we can take a nap together. The brown said, bespeaking his rider.
With the final two dragonets Impressed, the crowd literally let loose a sigh of relief. It was over. The ordeal all of them had shared together was over. Phaelith bugled loudly, ordering everyone out of the Hatching Grounds so the wounded could be seen. Norali was beginning to stir, just as a healer got to her.
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Post by Lysita on Mar 14, 2009 20:18:58 GMT -6
Felicia barely heard the words, through the pain and fear that she might still lose her precious dragonet, even though they were spoken directly to her. Somehow she managed to nod, the tears still falling even though she fought against them. Please stop crying. Yes it hurts but I know you love me and that helps me cope. Felicia managed to smile softly down at Quilareth through her tears. "I am glad of that Quilareth. Just hold on for me, wait for the healer and they will help you." She looked over at the one helping and gave him a smile of gratitude before looking back down at her dragonet. Seeing the strips she'd used had got soaked in Ichor, she changed them for clean ones, once again applying pressure.
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Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 20:23:08 GMT -6
The last two eggs had Hatched. The last two eggs had hatched, and Retselin had not Impressed.
To be completely honest, he was relieved. The younger brother of the pair wasn't certain he wanted to be a dragonrider, at any rate, and he was very sure that he did not want to be bonded to one of the dragons from this ill-fated clutch. With such a terrible omen as a murderer rampaging through the sands, he could not help but think that these hatchlings would be unlucky... look at the green, nearly dead! And all of these bizarre colors... Yes, Retselin was certain he had not wanted to Impress today. It would be more dangerous than anything else.
Of course, he also felt a little disappointed in himself. Maybe he just hadn't been good enough...
"It's all right, Ret," R'leigh murmured to his brother, patting him companionably on the shoulder. "There will be other clutches. Until then, you'll stay with me and Bemresth. If you can, I mean..." Retselin managed a smile for his older sibling, shaking his head. "The barracks will be good enough for me, if they don't just send me home. Don't worry, Ra... R'leigh. Take care of your dragon." With that said, he was retreating, making his way off the sands with those other few Candidates who had not Impressed. His brother was right; there would be other chances. And if not... well, there'd be other opportunities for him.
Shaking his head at the retreating back of Retselin, R'leigh took his younger brother's advice, and went to get his bronze fed.
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Post by Firey on Mar 14, 2009 20:26:45 GMT -6
While Felicia spoke to her dragon, X'ynth politely pretended not to hear. There was a part of him that was... angry? They shouldn't have met that way. Again, the man shook his head. He needed to concentrate on what he was doing, not on what had happened in the past five minutes or so. However, she he saw her changing the bandages, X'ynth reached out with a hand, holding her wrist to keep her from pulling the soaked bandages away. “No, don't. You'll make the bleeding worse.” He snapped, an edge to his tone, almost exasperated, but he held it back. Not everyone knew enough about healing to know that. “Just add more, if it's soaking through.” He finished after a moment, his tone a little softer as he removed his hand from her wrist and put it back where it was supposed to be – on the bandages.. In a way, he was in his element just as much as he was out to sea in a rowboat.
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Post by Khay on Mar 14, 2009 20:42:51 GMT -6
Nyveirrae merely stood there, over his father, staring into the man’s dead eyes as he watched him. His hand was strong upon the knife in his hand, and he couldn’t help but wait for him to breathe, for him to get back up so he could stab him again. He was numbing, very greatly, very swiftly. His eyes were cold despite the fact that all he wanted to do was scream out in anguish, and curl himself into a ball and cry. What was worse to him was that everyone had been there to see everything. Everyone had noticed how insane his father had been, how disturbed his father was. He was of those same genes, people would think him exactly like his father and there was no way that he would be able to tell them otherwise. There was no way that he could prove his worth to these people. That was probably what bothered him the most.
Without warning, Nyveirrae was jerked away from the body, and caught staring within the eyes of an angry bronze rider. He stared at him for a moment, hanging his head as he felt the shame rush through his body. He didn’t want to be here. He really didn’t want to be here. Pain was soaring through his shoulder, the jostle had been a rough one. He gritted his teeth as he brought his eyes towards the man, his jaw taunt. He didn’t want to deal with him, he only wanted to be left alone. To be left to deal with everything that had happened.
“Leave me alone!” Ny snarled, his good hand clenching into a fist. He didn’t want to be touched, but at the same time, his anger was fading just as he felt it flow towards him. It wasn’t easy for him to keep the emotion, it was fading. He felt nothing.
“The man is dead, lad… He’s dead…” Az’re told the other, his eyes cold as steel. He didn’t even want to hear what the man had to say, and if the yell had been correct, the dead body upon the sands had known him, or been related to him. He knew it would be a tough time.
Ny nodded faintly, standing before the corpse, staring down at him as he pushed away from the bronzerider, annoyed at the same time as relieved. Someone had a head upon their shoulders in this hatching. Thank Farranth. It was only then that he noticed a small brown crossing the sands towards him, and watched it casually, not understanding why it was coming his way. His mind wasn’t processing it correctly. It was… Too much.
~Ny’rae, what’s happened here? Why… Why does that man look like you?~ The brown inquired sadly, his wings drooping, his eyes upon his rider.
“He was my father…” The cold man answered, looking down at his bonded. He knew this was supposed to be a happy moment, and though he felt the love for his dragon, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. Couldn’t bring himself to cherish the moment. There was nothing to cherish, he had murdered his father… People were wounded, and some were dead. He only wanted to be alone… Perhaps with his dragon.
~Oh… Wh-Why is he dead?~ Markleth inquired, but when his rider merely shook his head, he knew not to press, though he really wanted to. Slowly the small brown nuzzled the man’s leg gently, wanting to comfort him. He didn’t want to say it, but he felt so hungry… ~Mine… I… I have a hurt in my stomach… Not like your hurt… But a hurt. What’s wrong with me?~
“You’re hungry… Come on, let’s go feed you.” He spoke softly as he gently placed a hand upon his dragon’s head and brought the brown to get some food. It was time for the brown to eat. He knew he himself wouldn’t be able to touch food for a while yet.
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As the new brownweyrling walked away, Az’re could only shake his head, glad that it was all over. He wouldn’t want to see another hatching for a while yet. Unfortunately, the Gold would rise again… Swiftly he crossed the ground, and went towards the green hatchling upon the ground. “I’ll take care of her, young man, go feed your dragon.” He spoke firmly as he kneeled down towards the hurt green, taking off his shirt and using his knife to slice upon the shirt, cutting it into strips as he gently supported the green dragon and started to wrap the shirt around the wounds, applying the pressure that it would need. Az’re knew that he would need something to support that wing. It was in horrible condition, but there wasn’t much that he could do with what he had here.
“What I’m going to do is going to cause you both a bit of pain. I have to make sure that everything is in functioning order, and we can’t let sand get into those wounds.” He stated as he put his jacket upon the ground. Slowly he picked up the green dragon and laid her upon his coat, making sure that he wasn’t jostling her too much. He wiped away a bit of the sand, but he still had a lot of work to do. Talk about a long day. It was only morning… The feast was going to suck.
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When she heard Lenia chuckle, Nidoria looked down at her. She could tell that this situation was one of great stress. She knew everything was backwards. She shouldn’t have berated her, but she couldn’t help herself. Lenia could have died. That thought was the one that bothered her the most. She couldn’t picture herself having seen her friend die by the hands of her dragonet. She wouldn’t have been able to scold the little one either, she was only trying to protect… But still, there wasn’t anything that could be done… It was over, and now they were both alive. She should be happy for that.
“I know! I know… But did you see my bonded… She could have killed you! And I felt her do it! I could feel her anger and her glee at saving me…” She whispered to her friend as she looked at her. She didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to move her. Nidoria’s eyes were shinning, she just wanted to cry. Everything had gone so horribly wrong… And just a moment before, she had been the happiest woman in the world!
“It’s only… A flesh wound.” She lied, knowing that her arm would be braced for a while. “I’m fine…” Nidoria attempted to console her.
~Mine, her bonded is here for her… Come, give them some time alone.~ The Obsidian spoke to her rider as she gently walked up to her, before looking at the girl on the ground. ~I’m sorry for your wounds… I simply thought…~ She didn’t continue her sentence, she didn’t know how to explain what she felt. Her rider felt attacked. She had to save her.
Nidoria nodded softly. “Someone is here for you. I’ll be feeding my dragon…” She stated before she gently placed a hand upon her bonded’s head, walking towards the feeding table. She would give her friend some time alone.
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Post by Firey on Mar 14, 2009 21:29:29 GMT -6
How many people, exactly, were going to sneak up on him? Again, another person came up behind him, surprising him, though X'ynth did not move this time when he heard the man speak to him. Turning his head a bit, the Weyrling regarded him silently, unwilling to relinquish the dragon to another after what had taken place, but he recognized the man's voice as the one that told them to move away from the madman. X'ynth merely nodded silently, lowering his gaze to hide his unwillingness, his dislike of having to rely on someone else even though it was necessary. Removing his hands from the bandages, the man signaled to his dragon to carefully lift her tail off as well.
Although Vyskelth hadn't mentioned anything about her hunger, the Amber rider could still sense it. Now that he acknowledged it, thanks to the other man, it felt almost as if he was the one starved instead of his dragon. Without a word, X'ynth stood up and moved away from the trio, wiping his hands on his already-ruined Candidate robes. As he turned to walk with his dragon to get her something to eat, his gaze remained on the poor little Green hatchling, pity in his eyes. She was hurt so badly... If it had been a runnerbeast, it would have been put down, but it didn't seem to be the done thing, when it came to dragons.
~My clutchsister will be fine now, X'ynthmine.~ The little Amber dragon said, nuzzling her rider gently. ~But... I am hungry, Mine...~ She continued after a new pang of hunger a few moments later.
Shaking his head faintly at her words, X'ynth tore his gaze from the Green hatchling, Quilareth was her name, and looked forward, only to pause again. He had heard the commotion, but the man had been so much so in his own little world that that he had failed to notice the deaths and injuries that had occurred. For a moment, his mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes widened in alarm, but the emotions left his face quickly. So, this was life at the Weyr... He sighed mentally, causing his bonded to look up at him as they walked, a little confused. “It's nothing, Vyskelth” He said, his voice quiet and even, almost dead. They passed the corpse of the knife-wielder, barely sparing it a glance, along with the injured. His dragon was what mattered to him right now, not the hurts of others. He wasn't a healer.
~Well, I like him. That man is a nice person.~ Vyskelth state almost huffily, resulting in a confused X'ynth who had no idea what she was getting at. ~The one who is helping my clutchsister, Mine. He was kind.~
“I never said he wasn't... What are you trying to get at, Vyskelth?” X'ynth replied, grabbing a bucket of meat once they reached the forgotten table. ((I'm just going to say it's there... since no one said where the meat was xD))
~You don't like him, and for no reason.~ The Amber hatchling answered, snapping up a strip of meat as it was offered to her, chewing it carefully at her rider's insistence.
All X'ynth could do was blink. Why was it so important to her whether or not he liked someone? It was irrelevant... Maybe it was the hunger getting to her female brain... Or maybe it's everything that happened... He corrected himself as he sensed her annoyance at the thought. He was going to have to get used to sharing his thoughts with her. The man was accustomed to being alone in his head, and with good reason, too.
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Post by cerise on Mar 14, 2009 21:49:39 GMT -6
It was over. The attack, the Hatching... all of it was over. And finally, finally a Healer had come out onto the sands to attend to Halmari. She was still clinging tight to Trelath's neck to keep standing as the man cleaned off the gash - deeper than she had thought it was, but her insides weren't spilling out onto the ground, so she would survive. The Candidate robe, however, was done for - split nearly in half through the front, only the bandages currently being wrapped around her midsection were keeping the cloth in place. Things could have been much worse. What had she been thinking? Rushing at an armed man like that! But she had been angry, so angry, enraged, wrathful...
"Ow!" The Healer winced slightly, as though he were somehow afraid of Halmari. Well, she had stolen a knife and stabbed a man, and the healer couldn't know that it was the first time she had ever done anything of the sort. "I'm sorry, the numbweed won't take effect for another few minutes, and the bandages must be tight to keep the wound closed..." The young woman nodded, face apologetic. "Of course. I'm sorry, thank you for your help. Do whatever is necessary." She was shocked that she could be so articulate when it hurt so badly, but when the rage had receded, her pain actually seemed to clear her mind.
I am sorry, Mine. But... he was trying to kill my mother. And us.[/color] Trelath did not sound truly apologetic about going after the man, although she was sorry Hers had been hurt in the process. Halmari understood. The gold was completely right to have been so enraged.
The bandaging was finished, and now the healer was slathering numbweed on the burns on her shins and knees, although they were minor wounds. As the numbing effect kicked in, the woman was becoming impatient - Trelath still needed to eat, but she had to wait until Halmari was all patched up. That didn't keep her hunger at bay, however.
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Post by dragoncharm on Mar 14, 2009 22:26:18 GMT -6
Amintia stayed where she was, head bowed, hand on Xelarith's neck, knelt in front of hte man she hadn't killed but wished she had, for several minutes. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes half-closed. She was exhausted, not only by the physical exertions of the day, but of the emotional ones. The rage that had burned inside her, that had made her hate, made her long to kill so fiercely...it scared her. She had protected before, had hurt before, but never...never anything like this. She had wanted to kill the man. She didn't want to feel such hatred again. But still...did she not have good reason to hate this man, this man she had never met, but who had stormed in here and nearly destroyed many lives? So many others surely felt as she had, for so many others had tried to fight, tried to attack this man...his own son had killed him, as she had wanted to do. But it wasn't as if he'd felt good abot it afterwards. Ami could tell he hadn't. But she had the terrible feeling that, had she been the one to plung her knife into his neck, she would have been satisfied. She was only glad she would never feel that satisfaction. All this emotion...all the shock...it made her dizzy, and spun her thoughts around until she could not think coherently. Only one thought was clear to her: She was not fit for a queen. She realized it now. To have such strong emotions, such hate that it scared her...she could never be as good a Weyrwoman as Norali, or as the girl who had Impressed the gold would be. She was beginning to wonder if she was even good enough for Xelarith. The green in question had stayed still for the while Amintia had been there, knowing better than to prod her rider. The weyrling needed comfort, and Xelarith was ready to provide it, but words would to little. Overall, it was her presence, the feeling of soft hide under Ami's fingers that did what words could never do. However, at this thought, the green piped up. Of course you are good enough for me, she assured her rider. You are the only one for me. I'd never choose another.Amintia did not respond in words, but she was comforted. At least now, she would never be alone with her sufferings. She used to have someone to comfort her, too...the thought pained her. But Xelarith was not like Arielle; she would always be there no matter what, and no matter what happened, they'd never fight or start hating each other. They'd always love and be loved by the other. With a sigh, Ami decided she'd been here long enough. Lifting her head, she saw that most were already gone, to get their dragonets food. Xelarith needed food, too. The green had been trying not to feel it these past minutes, but now that she was paying attention, Aminia could tell. Her green needed food. And...so did she. Before she stood up, Ami leaned over and, delicately, pulled the knife out of the unnamed man's chest. She had taken it from someone from the Stands; she would never see them again, so she might as well keep the knife. Despite the disgust she still felt for the man, she wouldn't leave him so dishonored, with a knife through the chest that was not the one that killed him. And yet...she did not want this knife. She had wielded it in anger, in hate. Now she did not want to use it again. There were so many other knifes discarded in the area, one more would not matter...the blade clattered to the ground as Ami stood up. She wondered how it could be, that the sun still shone? That it was still morning? Everything had seemed to darken while the tragedy was occurring, the chaos and impending doom casting a shadow over everything. But now, Amintia wondered at the clear skies. Shouldn't the world be weeping for what nearly happened here - and what had happened?How could the sun be shining so brightly, not hidden behind clouds in grief? It made no sense. Another sigh escaped her as she walked numbly off of the Sands with her silent green in tow. At least it was over. But the effects would last...that poor green had almost no wing now, and several people had knife wounds. The wounds would heal, but that green...Amintia lowered her head. This day would be felt by all for a long while to come. _______________ The aftershock of the tragic event made T'ly feel hollow. It was like before the Hatching, with the tense waiting, but...reversed. Now it was the strange feeling after it had already happened. It was impossible to describe. Everybody was sort of drifting away. None were unscarred by this; not all scars could be seen. T'ly was as shaken as anybody else. Why had that guy come in and tried to kill Norali? What did he have against dragons and dragonriders? Such chaos that had been unleashed...T'ly shuddered. At least it was over. Now that it was over, Veshrelith made it clear how hungry he was. T'lyMine, that happenstance was horrendous, but it does not change the fact that I am wracked with hunger. T'ly managed a weak smile down at his bronze. He sure liked his vocabulary. Sure, Vesh. C'mon, we'll find some food. I'm hungry, too. He realized it was true. Now that it was all over, he was feeling hungry - his own hunger, not just Veshrelith's. They drifted out with all the rest. T'ly didn't figure on there being a Hatching Feast after that; poor cooks, he thought wryly, having worked so hard only to be disappointed. He could probably just nick some stuff for him after getting his bronze fed. And then they were going to bed. Veshrelith would be tired after eating, and, though he was normally a very energetic lad, T'ly felt the effects of the morning, too. They could get settled into the Weyrling Barracks, and then sleep for a few candlemarks. If only he could wake up and find that the whole incident with the man was a dream...
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Post by Lysita on Mar 15, 2009 6:24:29 GMT -6
Relief broke out across Felicia's face with the arrival of the bronzerider, glad that there was now someone how could do more then her or the other that had been helping. As X'ynth stood, she reached up and gently caught his wrist before he could move away. "Thank you for the help. I really don't think I could have handled it alone." Then she released his wrist and moved her concentration back to her green and Az're. "Just do what you have to to keep Quilareth alive, please." Quilareth whimpered softly as the bronzerider lifted her to place her on his jacket. "Shhh, it will be ok Quilareth. I am right here, and I will not leave your side until you get better." She promised soothingly, even though she wasn't sure if she'd be abe to keep it.
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Post by Kabohela on Mar 15, 2009 18:06:53 GMT -6
Aldril stood back as the weyrlings attacked the man, leading to his death. Things were just too confusing right now. He found himself slowly backing towards the entrance, his desire to be away from this chaos overpowering his worries about the final two eggs. He was about to turn and walk out when an imperious voice sounded in his head. Come with me and feed me. It's disgusting in here.[/color]
"Achelth?" He blurted, then covered his mouth in surprise. How did he know the dragon's name? Achelth snorted and sat down on the sands, impatiently waiting for his rider. Please, A'dril mine. I am hungry, and I want to be away from this mess,[/color] the Silver said impetuously. "Of course, Achelth, love," A'dril murmured, tears of joy and relief stinging his eyes as he dazedly moved back across the sand to his dragon.
"Let's go," he whispered, leading Achleth around the carnage to the food. Even though so many things had gone wrong, this moment was perfect.
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Post by Khay on Mar 15, 2009 19:41:35 GMT -6
As the new Weyrling walked off, Az’re turned around to look at him, the faintest of smiles upon his face. “Hey! New-Weyrling… You did a great job!” He commented, knowing that the other would probably go off in a huff, and leave him wondering about what he had forgotten to say… It mattered not as he brought his attention back towards the dragon, mentally urging his bronze to land upon the sands. He was going to need numbweed, and he was going to need numbweed, and something that would temporarily keep these wounds closed until the healer came and they brought the dragon back to the infirmary.
As the woman spoke to him, cold eyes turned upwards. “Don’t worry, greenrider, I will.” He said with the faintest of smiles as he heard hobbling footsteps upon the sands. His bronze was approaching. “I won’t let a dragon die under my hands. Not if I can do anything to stop it.”
As the bronze got closer, the rider stood up and walked towards his bag, taking out a jar of numbweed, and a some wound cleaning supplies, as well as a few bandages, and things for a brace. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do for now. It was all he had.
“All right. Greenrider, keep your thoughts positive, and optimistic. Your dragon needs you to have a strong hold on her. She is going to be having a long night.” The bronzerider spoke seriously before getting to work at unwrapping the bandages and cleaning the wounds quickly before slapping numbweed on it. As the numbweed was sinking in, he went straight for the wing, giving it the same procedure as he cleaned it, slapped numbweed on it, and braced it. She shouldn’t be moving that wing at all. It was too badly damaged.
The wounds in her side, once she wouldn’t feel it anymore, he closed gently with a needle. Enough to allow some bloodflow so it didn’t clot up right away, but enough to slow the blood too. After the skin had been pulled closer together, he put another bandage upon the green, staring at the blood upon his pants and his hands. Talk about a day…
~Are you sure what you are thinking is true?~ The Bronze asked his rider somberly, watching the little green upon the sands.
Yes, Xith… This dragonet is never going to fly…
~How are you going to break it to the rider?~ The dragon inquired, worried.
I’m afraid that I won’t be the one doing it. That task belongs to someone else. I can just tell... This is bad. More than enough of my men have been grounded permanently from wounds less than this to the wings. She won’t heal. He stated, his face grim. This little one was going to have a hard life indeed.
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