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Post by sigma on Mar 20, 2010 18:01:46 GMT -5
Beretta dashed out onto the sands with her fellow candidates. Her hair was still damp from the quick rinse she put it through and her white robes' ties bellow about her wildly. She quickly snatched them and wrangled them into submission by tying them in a sea knot that was used on sailing lines. That should keep it from moving about she smiled at her handy work as she made her way over one of the eggs in the center of the clutch. She knew many girls would be gathering around the queen eggs in hopes of impressing one of them, but Beretta didn't think she would like to be queenrider.
Any dragon would be nice, but with queen male riders will be chasing for your 'affection' in hopes that it will give their dragons a better chance at catching them. No...the better for her to stay away from men like that. She gave a shudder as she tried to rinse the horrible memories away that were beginning to bubble up from the dark corners of her mind.
She watched as a Silver and Iridescent impressed. A Silver first to hatch is a good sign right? That's what this Weyr would need after the attack on the clutch. The battered eggs made prickles of tears spring to her eyes when she saw the devastation . They were just babies, how can someone do that? All she do was hope that they all hatched normally and healthy.
Beretta watched the Green and Crimson still unimpressed on the sands, wondering who they will impress. The red dragon would be looking for a boy so she had no hopes there, but the green was possible. She wouldn't mind a green for they were a fighting dragon, but she didn't know if she would like have such a flirtatious creature. She was never like that herself, but she suppose it didn't matter. If a dragon wants you, you have no say in the matter.
Suddenly a man rushed onto the sands with a hammer in hand and was smashing one of the eggs! She gasped in horror!
A voice screamed in her head.
Beretta mine! Your Ruinth is in pain, help! help!
She shrieked in pain, fear and anger! How dare he! "Ruineth I'm coming!!" she called out and rushed to the little blue's aid. She saw him wriggling about in agony on the sands. "Ruineth! Ruineth! My love! My heart!" she cried as she fell before the hatchling, scooping him into her arms. "Someone help me!!" she looked about wildly for anyone. She had impress, but she had no time to revel in what should have been a wonderful experience. ------------------------------------------------------------- Grylock was tripping all over himself as he hurried into his white candidacy robe. The humming was mind numbingly loud and one would have to be deaf not to hear it. The Hatching! He must impress! He just had to!
The boy quickly rushed out with the others, ready to bounce out his skin he was so excited. He had hope to impress any dragon, he didn't care what color. The boy so desperately wanted someone who was always there. Someone who couldn't leave him all alone again...
As he watched the eggs hatch impress he eyed the crimson that was still wondering about, but a man was suddenly on the sands and he was...
He had a hammer! Someone had to stop him!! A blue had spilled out of an egg he had smashed and it was crying in pain. Then he went after more eggs, a green and brown perished as they spilled out their shells. No! Not this is wrong!!
Gry had to do something. He may mess it up if he got involved, but he couldn't just stand by. Maybe his powers would this one time would actually do some good. Come on work!! he thought as he focus on the hammer the man had. Break that evil tool, miss the next egg, anything! he thought desperately as he channeled his powers onto the crazed man's weapon. ----------------------------------------- Walther was watching in the stands, a large scroll in hand and he was scribbling like mad. He had to record all that happen. The first Skysong Weyr Hatching. This was an important date for the Weyr's beginning history. He wrote out what had hatch and who they impressed to. A Silver was the first, which it wasn't a Bronze, but being so high rank it surely meant that this hatching would go well, right?
He had hope so. They attack that the clutched had suffered was heartbreaking. He couldn't believe anyone would harm a dragon, especially unhatched ones. He could only hope that all the dragonets took no harm from their attackers. If they did he would have the morbid task of writing down which egg had fail and take note on how badly it was damage. A task he was not looking forward to.
Then he saw a strange man enter the Sands. What was he doing? Then his eyes became as large as saucer plates when the first egg cracked under his hammer. "No! Is he crazy? In the middle of hatching!?" he leapt to his feet. The Harper watched as O'sa and Taikoth launched themselves into the air. Stop him! Before he kills any more hatchlings! he prayered in his head as he watched the blackrider's stunt to reach the attacker.
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Post by Kyla on Mar 20, 2010 18:50:03 GMT -5
While the Weyrwoman and Zarinth were preoccupied with the rider from Fort and the dragonets he had either killed or scared between, the small egg began to shake and tremble violently, like it was trying to hold back an explosion and was going to give away at any moment. The egg burst with such ferocity that shards of egg shell rained down on the candidates across the grounds and some pieces landed in the stands, along with egg membrane showering both those watching from the stands and anyone standing on the hatching grounds. One of the eggs near the Fort rider suddenly exploded, after it had been struck by hammer. Both eggs revealed a black dragonet. Both of looked around the sands, their eyes whirling with red.
The Black dragonet the had hatched first turned on the first Crimson dragonet that had hatched, with a violent hiss and telekinetically shoved the larger hatchling across the sands away from her. Particles of sand rose around her as she marched across the sands despite Zarinth’s attempts to protect her by holding a wing protectively over her. She hissed at another dragonet that was wandering across the sands towards his chosen one. When she reached the group of candidates, she roared her outrage that Hers was not in front of the other candidates. Unable to control her power or her rage, the Black dragonet mentally shoved candidates out of her way, unintentionally sending some flying across the sands and snapping at candidates who tried to touch her. The second Black dragonet was outraged that the other Black dragonet was shoving candidates around so close to Hers. Angelischiel your Kitath will protect you![/color] Kitath mentally shoved the other black away into a wall of the hatching grounds only to be shoved back and into a group of candidates, bowling them over and scratching them up along the way as her claws met the bodies of unlucky candidates. She felt the pain that Angel felt from the Blue. Angel, mine! I am coming![/color] The young Black hissed aggressively at the man her rider was struggling with.
Maria come here and help your Asmith! I hurt![/color] The Black dragonet was still out of control as she looked across the sands, unintentionally sending a Green dragonet across the sands. Asmith didn’t move from where she was but she glared at Kitath. How dare the other black dragon push her across the sands! The smaller black dragon’s main wing bone was broken from the force of the impact when she had hit the way. Maria! Faster it hurts![/color] Rage and pain fueled her as she pushed the Green out of the way again with her telekinetic ability so Maria could reach her faster.
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Post by Ayla on Mar 20, 2010 19:26:33 GMT -5
Keia's ears were immediately filled with the screams of dragons and people alike. A man with a hammer had run onto the sands and mutilated eggs left and right. She was frozen in place, her mouth hanging open at the sheer stupidity of this man. She was speechless, her feet frozen to the sand. Thankfully, she was not alone in her immobility; most of the girls in her immediate area had a similar problem.
The people on the sands didn't appear to need help, which was a good thing, as Keia felt bile rise in her throat and doubted her ability to walk even if she wanted to. The dead dragonets were just too much for her to handle. Between the blue with the mangled leg, the green who had never even looked to her rider, and the brown who was lying lifeless on the sands, Keia couldn't control her stomach if she tried. To the benefit of the girls around her, Keia hadn't eaten much that morning, and all that came from her mouth were retching sounds covered by the screaming and a thin line of bile.
Keia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned with watering eyes back to the Sands. She would not think of the dragonets who had been stripped of their life, or the Candidates whose lifemates had been killed, or... too late. With marked difficulty, she kept herself from vomiting again, and turned her attention to the two black dragonets that had just hatched.
Both were headed for the girls. Keia had enough sense remaining in her to get out of the way; if one of these was hers, she would be found. Being mauled was the last thing she wanted. Keia pulled a girl out of the way of the first black, although neither of them was far enough away to avoid a telepathic push backwards. Keia found herself lying on her back with the other girl sprawled on top of her. Without a word, she pushed the other off her and got up herself, unwilling to see any more damage done today.
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C'ber would do all it took to stop this mutant line, even if it meant his death. Higanth was opposed to this line of thought, but then he was opposed to smashing the eggs too. Nonetheless, a girl came out of nowhere and hit the hammer out of his hand, causing great pain to his wrist in addition. No matter. Fort had proved its superiority. Fort could come back from anything Skysong threw at them.
He would have continued with his bare hands, had the blackrider not jumped on him. C'ber was just in the middle of turning, which put his balance off, and the woman surprised him. He fell to the ground, but was back on his feet within moments, pushing the woman off him. And then, yet again, a woman came for him. Where had all the men gone?
But apparently this woman was the Weyrwoman. To make matters worse (for her), she was commanding him to stop. "Go ahead and try, Weyrwoman!" he hissed, a sneer evident on his face and in his voice. He threw himself at another egg, but by some twist of fate, he landed heavily on the sand. How... improbable. He was certain his aim was true.
Then came the sound of cracking from both sides of the Sands. C'ber looked up, spit his mouthful of hot sand out, and saw the two blacks. Having been present at the first mutant hatching, he knew all too well that blacks were even more destructive than the semi-normal mutants. And it was uncomfortably close to his head. C'ber scrambled up out of the way, trying to put as much distance as possible between the black and Hers.
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Post by Rin on Mar 20, 2010 19:35:09 GMT -5
Maria was glad to see that a Silver dragon was the first to hatch. She was sure that they meant good luck just as much if not more than a Bronze would. She glanced around to see late candidates entering the ground. Then an Iridescent hatched. Her heart went out for the poor dragonet. Fort Weyr had crossed the line damaging the eggs. Just when the thought had crossed her mind that at least Fort Weyr wasn’t here today a Rider began smashing eggs and his hammer had even come in contact with a Blue. Cinder keened with the dragons at the death of the dragonets. A Green and a Brown were gone so far. How many more would have to die?
Just when she was about to help she found herself covered in droplets of something wet. Looking around to see what had caused the wetness she saw a Black dragonet standing on one side of the sands when another hatched on the other. She saw one shove a Crimson and Green out of the way and was now mentally shoving candidates out of the way, tossing some of them even. Her heart lurched as the other Black dragon shoved the Black dragon nearest her out of the way and into a wall. It appeared as if for a moment one would kill the other or one would kill another dragonet. Hadn’t there been enough killing already?
Then Maria heard a dragonet cry out her name. It had said her name was Asmith. Turning she saw the Black dragonet crumpled against the wall. “Don’t worry Asmith I am coming.” She yelled to the Black dragonet and dashed across the sands. Dropping to her knees she knelt near the young dragonet. Maria mine! Make the hurt stop![/color] The dragonet’s voice was still filled with pain and the young girl could feel the strength of the dragonet’s telekinetic power. Calling on her mental strength to keep the young dragon calm, Maria called out to anyone who could hear her. “Someone help! She is hurt!” She glanced around looking for anyone who could help.
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Post by Kyla on Mar 20, 2010 20:10:22 GMT -5
“O’sa I want this man restrained.” Asmyra told the Blackrider as she glared down at the Fort rider. ”Zarinth order his dragon to not leave and to show himself.” It was easy for the Amethyst to pick out which dragon did not belong in her Weyr. Show yourself but do not leave the Grounds.[/color] There was no mistaking the cold venom that ran in the Queen’s voice and the power behind her words. She then glanced from Taikoth and Anmedlath. The Blue up there is His.[/color] She referring to the Blue near an Iridescent dragon.
“Take him to an empty room in the lower caverns and have him restrained and waiting for J’no and I to question. I have no doubt what his fate will be but we can always try to get some information from him first. Feel free to take any other rider with you that you need.” She told the Blackrider before turning to the candidate that had just Impressed one of the Black dragons. “I thank you for your help but we can handle him, your dragon needs you know.” She told Angel before she turned back to the Fort rider.
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 20, 2010 20:23:56 GMT -5
The cry of dying dragons screamed in the Harpers mind, her head tilted back as a raw scream left her throat. The eggs were smashed, and children were dying. Her mind ripped with the pain that rushed through her. Then a soothing calm rushed through her very being. She listened to the black rider, reaching out and grabbing at the man after he fell to the sands. A snarling cry left her as she grabbed for his arms. She'd put him in a citizens arrest lock. Yanking one hand and placing it in the middle of his back.
The Weyrwoman spoke to her, and she looked towards her dragon. But there was something the candidate - weyrling - must do. A growl left her throat as she lashed out, her hands stretching out. She could feel the green, Yith was her name. The candidate screamed for a moment as a burst of cold air rushed through the whole of the hatching grounds. What do you do Angel-mine! Kitath exclaimed. Then she creeled with joy almost as she noticed the form of an inert green on the sands.
With that Angel bowled over and vomitted up whatever was in her stomach, collapsing in pain. A cold sweat breaking across her features. "I couldn't let... couldn't let the little one die. I'm sure there is someone here for her." She whispered as she looked towards the Green which had begun to move. She nodded to the Weyrwoman, as pain raced through her form, slowly she stood up and looked at the scene around her. The voices and screams filled her being.
She was not amused.
"Kitath, lets get you some food."
I'd like that.
"I watched Innaria give her life so we could have freedom to be what we will be. You are a fool. Even your dragon doesn't believe that these eggs should be destroyed." She said her parting words to the man, as more happenings came about.
With that one of the queen eggs, the one with all the spiderweb cracks on it - hatched. Spilling from it's contents a gorgeously colored Citrine queen. She creeled, and stumbled forward, it was obvious something was wrong with her. There was a permanent marking of lines all across her right side. All white and raised. She had been resting on the side of the egg that had been cracked, and the egg membrane had stuck her there till hatching. Thusly her gorgeous hide was forever marred by the damage of the Fort Weyrwoman.
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Post by spaceman on Mar 20, 2010 21:37:37 GMT -5
A'zha had been just about to walk off and find Lamenth some food, when the hatching grounds exploded with action. Everything was happening all at once. Suddenly a man was shouting and wielding a hammer, and the wings of the adult black and the amethyst queen together were kicking up such a storm of dust and sand that it was difficult to even see from his position what was happening.
And then the two black dragonets hatched at the same time, and it became abruptly clear precisely what was happening: chaos.
A stray burst of telekinetic force slammed into him and made him stumble. He came down heavily on his weak leg, and fell sprawling into Lamenth. The silver dragonet was big, though -- bigger even than a bronze, and while he was not yet confident on his feet, there was strength in his gangly limbs. A'zha, I've got you! Hold on!
The screams of the injured and terrified dragonets were a chaos in his ears, but above the rest, he heard a cry of one of his fellow Candidates, seeking aid. Maria was by one of the black dragonets... It looked as though her sister had thrown her too hard, and she'd broken her wing. "Lamenth..." That black dragonet might have strong telekinetic abilities, but if there were more Fort riders hiding in the crowd, with a broken wing this little black would be a sitting duck.
Carefully, A'zha holding on to Lamenth and Lamenth leaning back on him, the duo made their way over to Maria. "I'm not a healer," he called, "but I'll do what I can!"
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O'sa was thrown hard by the murderous rider, and another spike of pain shot its way up her side. She ignored it, though. Taikoth's all-drowning rage was fueling her. All she registered was Asmyra's order.
She would do as her Werywoman commanded.
Tearing a strip from her tunic (who cares about modesty now, dragons are dying) to use as a makeshift binding, she took over from Angel. The Candidate had been trying to pull his hands behind his back, it seemed... O'sa hastily grabbed on as Angel let go to do -- something, and then vomit. She struggled to get his hands together so that she could tie his wrists and restrain him. But O'sa, hardly more than five-foot-nada against a full-grown man, was at a severe disadvantage. "Weyrleader J'no--" she called. "Wingsecond Wy'ren!" She could see Jyanrith and Anmedlath, their riders must be close by.
Meanwhile, up above, Taikoth heard her queen's words with eager, savage enthusiasm. She had no flame -- there had been no reason to chew firestone, and she was no Crimson to produce her own fire. But she had her mind, and her claws and fangs. She dove at the blue, picking up as much speed as possible and then flipping around in midair, preparing to potentially hit him feet-first with all four sets of claws.
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Post by Astarte on Mar 20, 2010 21:43:21 GMT -5
Hellfire erupted on the sands, more terrible than anything that could have been imagined, and Anmedlath screamed before dropping to the Sands, flame dripping from his mouth as he looked from person to person, waiting for something to happen. The earth could have opened and swallowed him, and the dragon would have clawed his way back to the surface. His eggs were being harmed again and he was going to kill whoever did it, genetics or not.
J'no could not get there in time to catch the man before he caused damage, but O'sa, wonderful O'sa, the Weyr's most valuable piece of work, she stopped him, and J'no was up and running before anyone could say anything else. He got there after the man had been, at least partially, subdued, but he shoved people away, almost ignoring the idiot girl who got in the face of the man but realizing there was something there when Anmedlath, who had been shrieking incoherently in his head from the moment everything happened, suddenly stopped in shocked awe.
Green Yith returns. He was puzzled, and stared intently at Angelischiel, just as J'no turned to fix his gaze on her for a moment. There was the briefest pause, where a smile flickered across his features, but then the frozen moment was gone, and he shoved others out of the way, grabbing the man by the hair and dragging him to his feet. He had brought a knife to the Hatching, and it was in his hand in a flash. "Do you know what you have done?!" he asked, light tenor voice hitting an edge that was more than slightly hysterical, and the knife was at the man's throat.
"O'sa, tell Taikoth to end his dragon. Kill it," he said coldly. "Taikoth and Anmedlath will execute the traitors." There was no room in his tone for argument, and he looked at C'ber, expression taking on a queer sort of pleasantness. "What do you think about that, hmm?" he asked, and he laughed softly. "Your idiocy and carelessness has just cost you your dragon. I'm going to make you watch him die. And then I am going to keep you alive. So you can know the pain of dragondeath. How does that sound, hmm? Nice, doesn't it? Let's begin."
"Anmedlath! Monitor the rest!"
Rip, tear, kill! Anmedlath answered, launching into the skies with fire still dripping from his throat. He saw the Blue, and he wanted to pin and kill him without help from anyone, but Taikoth had rights and orders, and Anmedlath would respect them. His liked Taikoth and Hers. Fly, traitors! he screamed the challenge to every dragon in range. Try and save your hides, if yours have destroyed the Weyr!
There would be no vengeance in pinning and destroying a dragon without a fight, after all. And J'no didn't want him to rain ichor on the Sands. That would be unsightly and unfit for Anmedlath's children.
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Post by Rin on Mar 20, 2010 21:57:04 GMT -5
Maria was doing all she could to calm her injured dragon. Her mental strength was keeping the Black from going on a rampage. She was aware of the chaos going on around her but she had to be strong for Asmith. Maria wanted to upchuck from the sickness she felt in her stomach. She knew it had finally come to dragon fighting dragon and riders killing riders. She was grateful when a rider came to assist her.
“Thanks. I think she has broken her wing, I’m not sure what to do. She is in a lot of pain.” She told the Silver Weyrling. Is he going to help me?[/color] Asmith asked, as she noticed the Silver approaching her. The Black could feel Maria’s hold on her power, despite her willingness to unleash it upon everyone in front of her out of pain and anger.
((Sorry for the short post. I wanted to get one more done before dinner))
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 20, 2010 21:59:24 GMT -5
It was in this chaos that impressions still happened. The cirtrine picked her way through the utter chaos unfolding and found her way through the female candidates. Helping a few up with a nudge here and there, she moved the girls away slowly and daintily. Till she had found her bonded - she stood before Tirana, a creel leaving her as she whimpered. She nudged the girl and whimpered again. It seemed there was more damage to the Citrine then people had previously thought. Ti-ra-na mine, I am Despareth. I ne-ed f-f-f-oo-d. the Cirtine said in a stuttering mind voice. Her mind was slightly damaged from the attack on her egg, causing a life-long stutter in the Citrine Queen.
The Crimson hissed at the attack on his siblings, how dare they ruin his moment of truth! His wings flared as he looked around at the candidates, his wings flared out as he stalked around slowly. His eyes watching them - as he turned his gaze to the stands and sands. His was here somewhere he would find them.
It was at that moment that Green Yith stood up, shakingly she moved towards the fight unfolding. But she went passed them towards the stands, and the scribe marking down all of the hatching events. W'her mine, your Yith... she is confused and hungered. It was so cold, so cold. The warm woman brought me back. Pretty lady. the green said in a shaking and aching voice. Her voice was like spring on the mind, fresh and cool to the mentality.
Angel straightened as she watched the blue rider apprehended, her mind stretching out as she sought to control her barriers. Her head felt fuzzy, and she tried her best to not let the pain race through her. She would fight this, and then she stopped to look at the Weyrleader, he had looked at her and almost smiled? She wasn't sure. Her head ached too much. Then she openly screamed as the pain raced through her mind. "NO DON'T!" She bellowed as she dropped to her knees.
"Do not punish the dragon for the actions of the Rider!" she screamed as she gripped her arms. Father! Great Crimson Father! Mine feels our pain, our emotions. She brings us back. You kill the blue and you kill a part of mine! I do not wish to die! The black creeled. Hunger was great in her, but the safety of her bondeds mind was more important.
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Post by Kyla on Mar 20, 2010 22:41:06 GMT -5
Asmyra knew she had to be strong for her Weyr, she had to fight back the urge to regurgitate her earlier meals, and the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm her as she and Zarinth mourned for the lost, even though the Green had returned it still had been too close for both rider and dragon. Chaos had taken over what had started out as and should have been a peaceful hatching. Today should have been a joyous day; one to celebrate new life and the next generation of Dragonriders, but it wasn’t instead Fort Weyr had ruined it by killing unborn dragons and scaring hatchlings between. It was all wrong, and had to be stopped. The normally calm and reasonable Weyrwoman was too consumed by emotions. Anger, sorrow, outrage, shock, all threatened to overwhelm her at once.
She had heard Zarinth point out the traitor’s dragon. Why shouldn’t the Rider loose what he cherished most? Candidates had lost their dragons today even before their new lives had time to begin. The Fort rider had caused it, so why not suffer what every Rider fears the most. It was the pleading of the Weyrling girl that broke through her fog of emotions. Perhaps she saw herself in the young Blackrider, pleading for her Zarinth and her clutch mates who had been punished simply because they were different.
“J’no, O’sa leave the dragon be, there has been enough death for today. I believe that even though the Riders may wish to stop us and attack our hatchlings, the dragons do not. If his dragon went along with it, I’m sure the Blue would have been helping out.” The Weyrwoman wanted to add that the dragon would die anyway if they put the Bluerider to execution, but she didn’t want to say it in front of the Weyrlings and audience in the stands. “Lets take him to the lower caverns, have his dragon confined to a lower Weyr.” Asmyra glanced at J’no meeting his gaze with a cold determined one of her own. She knew the Weyr would want to see justice and there was only one way that would happen.
You did what you feel is right.[/color] Zarinth told her, her voice weary and full of sorrow and anger. The fact that the Amethyst supported her raised Asmyra’s spirits slightly. She glanced back at the Queen. Her normally dazzling dark violet hide that shined like gems seemed to have a dull quality to it in her mourning, but her eyes still whirled red with flecks of grey as she glanced up at the Blue. “You may interrogate him as you see fit, I will see to the rest of the Hatching and then join you right before the Hatching Ceremony.” She told the two riders. Even though today had been tragic the Weyrwoman still felt that the Weyrlings should have their after hatching ceremony even if no one really felt like celebrating after all that had happened. It was still their right to celebrate their new partners in life even if today was no longer joyous.
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Post by Astarte on Mar 20, 2010 22:47:27 GMT -5
J'no barely glanced at Angel when she started babbling, snorting and assuming an expression that was equal parts disgust and amusement as he shook the hand holding C'ber's hair slightly. Those words that Asmyra would not say, J'no would say them, and he would say them loudly. Glancing at the Weyrwoman, he lifted his chin in something that might have been defiance. "I hear and acknowledge you, Weyrwoman Asmyra. But I cannot accept your order." "He will be executed eventually, and the dragon will die as well. Better that he suffer before he dies." The words were cold, emotionless, delivered with a precision that could make even the hardest of serial killers look soft-hearted compared to the man who was speaking now. Some might be inclined to say he was not in his right mind. It couldn't be farther from the truth. This was J'no's right mind, and this was what he had decided. He was the leader of this Weyr, and he would do whatever he needed to in order to protect it. And if that meant having all the traitors executed—and it did—then so be it. And he would not be upstaged by some chit of a Candidate—Weyrling, no matter what she said or what she did. "You hail from the same caravan that brought this," he remarked, glancing at Angel and raising an eyebrow. "Why should I believe you as anything but a traitor?" Ignore the girl, Anmedlath. When the others take to the sky, down them.Avenge my children, Anmedlath answered, circling the heights of the Hatching Grounds, tail lashing irritably and sparks still pouring from his jaws like some sort of grotesque fountain. * * * * * Kishel had watched dispassionately as things occurred. Idiot C'ber! Did he understand nothing of subtlety? Did he think he could do anything with that mess? What was he doing? Idiot! She spat, leaning forward and watching everything. Even Taikoth's dive at C'ber's dragon was watched dispassionately, though Reyenth squealed in a way that made the woman wince and beg internally for quiet. Leave him, Reyenth. There will be time enough in the future for mourning, but now is not the time.WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Reyenth's head snaked back, and though his words were directed only at his rider, the rage in his eyes was so apparent Kishel almost shrank back. Those eyes were like fire for an instant, all anger and fear and confusion, but she pushed back, growling aloud as she did so, until her mind was within Reyenth's pointed range, refocusing it and reorganizing it. I have done nothing, Reyenth! she snapped, and then she shifted, standing in her straps and giving an expansive gesture to the sky, and Taikoth, and Anmedlath...everything. These have done it! These mutants, abominations, destroying boundaries and ruining everything that is Pern, THEY have done it, Reyenth!" We are only trying to restore the order! We're fixing what's broken, and if things happen, things happen!" ...Had she said that last bit aloud? You screamed it.What little colour there was under her sunburn drained from Kishel's face, and she took a deep breath. ...Reyenth, in a moment, I am going to tell you to fly. When I do, fly as quickly as you can. We will take refuge in Fort.
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 20, 2010 22:56:41 GMT -5
Angel slowly stood, her eyes blazing as she looked at the man. She held the baring now of someone aching under layers of pain. "If you do not believe me Weyrleader, then subject my mind to dragon minds. I will hide nothing. I came here for freedom and I will fight for it. But Kitath feels everything I do. I feel everything the other dragons do!" She hissed as she threw out her arms. "If I was with Fort, would I have brought the green back. Would I be crying here even as I face off against a man that could very well kill me!"
The weyrling was indeed crying, near sobbing. There was too much death, and she needed to get away from it. "The more dragons you harm, the more I feel it." She said in a vehement voice. I feel it! I do, shall I make you all feel it! Mine feels Blue Ruinth's broken leg. She felt the cold of the Betweened Green! She feels the mind stuttering of the Citrine, she feels all your rage and all your sorrow. Yet she still begs for the life of another. I wish death on them in honesty, but this is not the way to live our lives! Kitath snarled as she braced herself.
Angel sighed and slumped, her body aching with all the pain. She let her barriers down and let her mind broadcast out. Let the dragons feel back, what she was feeling. Unfortunately she couldn't hold it back from the hatchlings. She did this for a moment - making sure it was only a moment - and then collapsed unto her stomach on the sand, she felt like retching again. "This is not how we live." She said in a weak voice. Kitath pushing her up into a sitting position with a burst of Telekinesis. Her hand braced on the ground, as the tears continued to fall. "We are not Monsters! We are NOT Forth, we are Skysong, and it is Fort's way to kill!" She whispered.
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Post by sigma on Mar 20, 2010 23:03:19 GMT -5
Beretta saw that no help would come to her at this wild moment. Too much was going on. But what was the overwhelming fear and pain. She was not one to panic and yet she couldn't focus. Was it her dragon? Is this what Ruinth was feeling and it was over taking her personality? The new Weyrling took a deep breath and sent reassuring thoughts to her new Blue.
"Hush, my love! You are alright. I have you. I know it hurts, but be brave my dear one. You are brave!" she cooed to the injuried hatchling that was wailing in her arms. She would need to splint the obvious broken rear leg.
Brave? Ruinth can be brave, but it hurts! My leg hurts so much! Make it stop Berettamine! the blue lowered his voice to a whimper as his eyes whirled with the yellow and white.
She gently set the Blue down and grabbed one of the egg shell fragments near her. She then ripped the bottom him of her candidate's robe until she had to strips of cloth. She then placed the rounded side of the egg piece against Ruinth broken leg and tied the two strips around the leg. It will do for a makeshift splint. She was about to pick up Ruinth when she was suddenly knocked away by the two black dragons' hatching and their violent struggle to find their bondeds. The blue let out a frighten squawk as he slid across the sands from the telekinetic push, but he seem to manage to avoid hurting himself further.
Watch what you are doing! OW! the hatchling growled at the blacks, but then yelped in pain when he moved his leg. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "It worked?! Yes, it worked!" Grylock nearly shouted with joy that for once his power did something actually GOOD. The man had missed what would have been a clear shot at another egg. His power was such just up to chance so he wasn't sure if it was going to do something really good, bad, or ineffective. But it had done good!
Before he could do anything else though, he was knocked over by the black dragon, Kitath, whose claws raked across his front side. So much for his good luck. He laid on his back as he stared up to the sky which was filled with furious dragon wings. His brain wasn't quite registering what had happen. But that didn't last long.
"EeeehhhhhhaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!" he yelled as the stinging pain burn across his slashed up front. They were only an inch deep, but they still bled and hurt. Gry withered and curled up on himself as his skin flared up with pain. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Walther blinked in horror at all the chaos and he had dropped his pen which was now lost in the panic. Two dragonets had died, a green that went between and brown that fell from its egg dead. Now two blacks had hatched and impressed as people were flung about by the dragonets power. Then out of nowhere the Green hatchling that had winked between earlier had returned. Can that happen? Can a dragon return with an impressed rider? How was that possible?
Then there was the attacker who was being restained and it looked like his dragon was about to be put to death?! Can they do that?! That would only make Fort attack them more, wouldn't it? the Harper was yanking at his hair as he bit his lip. He was terrified, but he couldn't leave. It was his duty to record everything, even if it was the most painful thing to watch.
One of the queen eggs had hatched as well, but it looked.... damaged. That white mark didn't look good. Yet didn't have time to see who she impressed to for there was a voice in his head. It was cool and calming, making the panicky fear that was churning inside him subside. It was so odd to the scribe, to have a woman's voice in his head that sound like his own, but rich with feminine tenor.
W'her mine, your Yith... she is confused and hungered. It was cold, so cold. The warm woman brought me back. Pretty lady. the voice seemed to be rattled, but sounded relieved at finding him. His eyes fell upon the green that had returned. She was making her way to him, weaving between the people running about. The harper... no, the new greenrider dropped everything he had and dashed down the stands' stairs. He tripped, but caught himself skinning up his palms. He regained his balance as Yith reached him first.
You should be more careful, mine! Enough people are hurt today. the little Green scolded him as she nuzzled his legs with her nose. You are warm... Feed your Yith, for she is hungry! she leaned against W'her with her whole body. The young man gathered the dragonet into his arms, tears running down his face.
"Of course, Yith! I would do anything for you!" he said his voice cracking under his emotions as he caressed the precious green. He must thank the girl that Yith mentioned profusely for bring back what made him completely whole. ------------------------------------------- Suddenly Yith and Ruinth felt Angelischiel's pain and anguish as she released it.
Beretta had tears silently rolling down her eyes as she scrambled to her feet again. She had to reach her dragonet again and cling to him. Her brain screamed with some foreign emotional pain that wasn't her or her dragon's. Who was that?! What's going on? She saw her blue, head back and keening in distress.
The one who found me in the void! She is upset! Sad! Hurt! she let out a wail as she coiled up in her rider's embrace. W'her could only let out a whimper of a sob as he hugged his Green tightly.
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Post by spaceman on Mar 20, 2010 23:25:38 GMT -5
Taikoth backwinged to an awkward, hovering halt in midair, completely torn in two directions. Her own instincts and Anmedlath's fury drove her onwards. But the rider of the queen called her back. Commanded her rider. O'sa, torn between obedience to J'no and Asmyra, was no help. The blue would die, one way or another, but -- justice -- not Fort -- Skysong -- protect the children -- need help -- kill -- fire in the skies --
Taikoth.
I hear.
The Weyrharper, Taikoth.
O'sa had heard Kishel's shout. But she barely had time to process more than she sounds like some kind of Fort supporter before it no longer mattered.
For a horrible, utterly horrible sensation tore through her as Angel opened her mind into Taikoth's... and by extension, into O'sa's. At the best of times, the two were completely attuned. At the worst of times, they thought as one, dragon and human composite. The blackrider screamed aloud and dropped to her knees, arms curved protectively around her head as if to block out the HAD's intrusion, every shred of pain she was broadcasting. It was wrong. It was her mind Taikoth's mind dragonthoughts were riderthoughts get out of her mind get out of her mind! And take the cold and the pain and the death away oh Faranth make it stop
Taikoth, frenzied and half-mad, could only tell bits and pieces of instructions now. Kill the blue. Protect the Weyr. Don't kill the blue she'd been going for. Kishel and Reyenth.
Her head snapped around, eyes an ugly deep shade of red-orange, and fixed on the traitor Reyenth. New target acquired.
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