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Post by Lamia on Aug 23, 2008 12:43:48 GMT -5
Aelia huffed softly, rolling her eyes at Sh'ven's response. Though even the depressing scene before her couldn't subdue her tongue-for long anyway. "Wow, really? I had no idea!" She scoffed, though despite her sarcastic tone, a grin played briefly across her face before she returned her attention to the sands. Hopefully the Wingleader caught on that she was trying to lighten his mood, though it wasn't like she had much hope of accomplishing the feat since her own mood was bleak as well. She clapped briefly, almost detached, distracted, as the little, healthy, dragonets Impressed, though her spirits lifted slightly as the regal Onyx broke free of his shell. Maybe, just maybe, this clutch wasn't so doomed after all. Behind her, Griffyth rumbled softly, rocking side to side, eyes whirling with unease. When can we leave? The smell of death is fowl. "I know, Griff, I don't like it either." She murmured softly, turning her attention from the Sands to face him, but not before spotting the Weyrleaders, and Celestia's obvious pain. For the first time since Impressing, the companionship between Dragon and Rider just wasn't enough, and she wished briefly for someone...else. She quickly dismissed the thought-now was not the time to entertain fantasies that were less-than-likely to occur-and forced her mind back to the topic at hand. Aelia could have pointed out that he was the one who dragged her here, not the other way around, but she, for once, couldn't bring herself to do it-her dragon was just too distraught. She rubbed his nose, trying to calm him down. "We can't leave yet though, we just got here. Besides, we don't want Celestia pissed at us even more than usual. Avoiding the Weyr for as long as we did wouldn't help our cause if we left either." She sighed, once more in an effort to regain her composure. Hardened eyes focused once more on the Hatching before them, Aelia having to make a conscious effort to keep her composure as she saw the bodies of the dead dragonets, maggots and drying ichor. What a sinister sight...
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Post by Dragon on Aug 23, 2008 17:58:13 GMT -5
Sh'ven sighed, shifting. He shot a glance at Aelia, the ghost of a smile teasing his lips at her comment. "Just thought I'd inform you anyway." He replied, turning back to the clutch. The little Onyx had come to the boys now, and was wandering through them, staring carefully at each before moving on. Unlike most would expect of the baby king dragon, he didnt bother raising a claw to any of the boys. No, he would not stain these sands with more blood. It didnt matter that most of the blood was from his clutch siblings now, the fact that the stench of death filled his lungs was enough to stop him from mauling any of the boys.
The Aqua, meanwhile, was also roaming through the boys. Though he made a point of giving his higher ranking clutch brother a good amount of space. While the Onyx didnt seem inclined to maul any creature, the little serpent Aqua really did not feel up to testing his brother right now. No, the more important thing was for them both to find Theirs. No sense in fighting. Speaking of His... there he was now! The little aqua rushed forward, stumbling along the sands until he stood before Tekah with eyes whirring a wonderous mixture of colours. -T'kahMine! Your Kalimanth is so sad! His brothers and sisters are leaving without Theirs! Oh please take your Kalimanth away from this sad place!- The Aqua cried, burrowing his face in the boy's clothing.
And now, amidst everything else, the colourful egg that was the Queen of this clutch was rocking, fine cracks spiraling away on the wonderful shell. Cele silenced her sobs to stare in awe, wondering what would come from this strange little egg. Eggshell went flying as the Queen freed herself from the egg, shaking off the birth fluids and shell from her gleaming hide. And oh, what a hide it was! Mostly gleaming Silver, a wondeful copper pattern spiraled up her legs, across her wings, all along her neck in an intricate pattern of swirls, which all came to meet in the center of her back in the form of a star right in the spot where, once she was full grown, her Rider would sit.
The queen was about the average size for a Silver, but the wonderful copper spirals all along her hide were more attractive then even the normal hide of a silver. She truly was a wonderful sight. But she wasted no time basking in the adoring gazes of the many people and dragons here. Ignoring the gasps and applause from the crowd, she rushed forward to bowl over a girl, standing on top of her carefully, not wanting to harm her. Her eyes swirled with ever colour one could imagine, and her mind voice was bell-sweet in the girl's mind. -CrescentiaMine! Your Staruenth has come to you! She has come so we may leave, so we might get away from the stench of death. Of CresceMine, please lets go!- She cried, sorrowfully.
(I'll post for Magena later, I have to go now. Sorry!)
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Post by Femisis on Aug 24, 2008 10:19:12 GMT -5
Even as Nwalme buried her face in Crescentia's chest(she couldn't say no, not after what the Onyx had done for his sister), she couldn't help but wonder if she would seriously have any chance of Impressing. There were still dragons left, but with so many ending up diseased, who knew what could happen. She didn't dwell on it, though, as it was a moot point. Wishing for it wasn't going to make it happen. She was suddenly jolted out of her thoughts a Nwalme screamed. She couldn't tell what it was for, at first, but she saw a trailing copper hide and...
"Oh Faranth!" She shouted as she pulled the girl down onto the ground and began tearing her robe into long strips to tie around the wound until a healer could get there. She worked furiously, though she wasn't exactaly sure what she was doing. Why wasn't the bloody Weyrleader coming over here?! He was still the Weyrhealer for Faranth's sake!
The darker Jade, meanwhile, had lifted his head curiously at the scream, the sound having caught his attention. Hmm... maybe his was with the females after all... Still trying to adjust for the extra length of his forelimbs, he started for the girls at a steady pace. He didn't seem to be in much of a hurry at first, but his pace began to pick up when he saw another hatchling heading toward the girls. A Purple had hatched toward the back of the clutch unnoticed and now she was speeding toward the female candidates, trailing slime and maggots behind her. The flesh on her stomach had been eaten away until it was thin enough to see right through her light hide and look at her innards. It was a disgusting sight, but she seemed desparate to Impress despite her situation. The Jade noticed this and, whether out of selfishness or pity, went at the Purple and attacked, slashing out with his long forelimbs at her. She didn't seem to notice the injuries and kept going, stopping only when the Jade threw himself at her, knocking her to the ground. This seemed to finally weaken the skin of her belly enough so her innards began to spill out of her body, but the Jade was long gone from the corpse.
NwalmeMine, your Partheluth is sorry he had to do that, Mine, but she was going to come for you. He couldn't let her hurt you, Mine.[/i] He crooned as he nuzzled the girl's face. Sniffing the air, he finally noticed the smell of blood and turned to look at the wound on his rider's leg. Oh, Mine, you're hurt![/i]
Crescentia blinked at the Jade as he tended to his rider and she pulled away and stood up, all with the intention of flagging down a healer. She couldn't let Nwalme sit like this for long... However, moments later, she was back on the ground as SOMETHING knocked her over. She oomped in suprise and fought to get some air into her lungs even as she heard the distressed cry.
CrescentiaMine! Your Staruenth has come to you! She has come so we may leave, so we might get away from the stench of death. Of CresceMine, please lets go![/i]
Still gasping, she couldn't help but stare in appareciation at the Queen, no Staruenth. She was absolutely gorgeous... and in need of some food. But she couldn't just leave Nwalme here...
In the wake of the Silver's hatching, another Copper was released from her shell. Her hide was a splendid dark copper, almost a reddish color in direct sunlight. She was much more muscular than the average Copper, as well, but that didn't seem to bother her as she ran over to hers, the one and only that belonged to her.
M'ranMine, your Maereth is here! He knew exactly where to find you, too![/i] The Copper announced to His. The most obvious thing about the Copper was that she insisted that she was male, which was entirely false.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 24, 2008 16:46:42 GMT -5
Tekah wrenched his eyes away from the bleeding blonde girl as soon as he noticed that Crescentia was helping her. At least someone was, he thought wryly. He had no idea who the weyrhealer was, but surely a dragon could have gotten in touch with them and alerted them to the situation. Time ticked on and still the only help that the girl got was the bandaging made of tunic. All the boy could do was shrug and turn back to the sands. He saw the onyx wandering about the boys, and tried to smile. But for some reason, he couldn’t. the poor thing - all of the dragonets that hatched here today - would bear the memory of what happened. Who said dragons don’t remember? They always remembered things like this. Stepping almost reverently out of the way as the onyx passed him by, he almost flinched. He knew that onyx dragonets were usually inclined to maul, and a flashback of the last hatching gripped him yet again. Was he ever going to get rid of those? But no, this hatchling didn’t seem to care to raise a claw; or maybe it was just sick already of pain and death. There was something in the way that the creature moved, and looked about himself with those great, sad eyes that revealed yes, he had had quite enough of pointless pain. Far too young. The sunshine blonde hair covered Tekah’s eyes as they looked away from the young monarch.
The atmosphere was beginning to get to him. Even when he’d promised himself he’d stand strong.
The boy had stopped paying attention to the eggs, just in case they yielded more of the dragonets who were being eaten alive. He was watching the way the sand trickled over his sandals when he moved his foot, for lack of anything better to do. He’d even given up trying to attract attention for the blonde girl; someone would come in time, and he couldn’t do anything more, not being a healer.
Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by such a glorious love and devotion. And a voice, so close and yet strangely not spoken, but so familiar too! -T’kahMine! Please, I don’t like being here anymore, so many have already left, without their Mines!- Dazed, Tekah looked down at the dragonet that was trying to hide his head in the folds of his shirt. Tekah - no, T’kah, though the sound wasn’t much different - felt an explosion in his heart and mind; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, pink, every colour! The breath caught in the boy’s lungs, amazement and pure ecstasy coursing through his being and evident in the brilliant sparkle of his blue eyes.
Kneeling on the burning sands, hissing in a breath as the scorching heat burnt his knees through his trousers, he gently unfolded the fabric of his shirt that had gotten tangled in his dragon’s fin like ridges. “Kalimanth…" He breathed. - Yes silly, that’s me, but please, we need to go! - if a dragon could shed tears, this poor little one was doing so with his whole being, and if he was more the size of a tame feline, T’kah would have scooped him up and cuddled him to make him feel safe. But unfortunately, he wasn’t, so the boy made do with burying his head in the short dragon’s shoulders, on the verge of tears himself.
The dragonet looked about, unsure what to do. He tried to fold his wings about his rider, but got them tangled and squeaked in pain. The long pinions were caught by the two furthest tips, yet no matter how the little aqua tried, he couldn’t dislodge them. T’kah was there quick as a flash when he realised, and realised them. “C’mon, let’s get you some food.” he smiled lovingly down at the newest thing in his life. As if his memory was sparked by mention of it, Kalimanth was suddenly all chattery: -yes, food, that is a very good idea Mine, your Kalimanth is very hungry! He’s been cooped up for so long, and now he just wants to gey away from here! - There was definitely a sadness to that last remark, and T’kah mentioned that the place where he could get food was still nearby, but they could go soon.
Kalimanth chirped happily and tried to waddle after his Mine as T’kah led the way. Although of course his long body kept getting in the way. With an air of someone saying ‘Oof!’, he’d fallen over four times before reaching the tables where the other new weyrlings were., each time corrected by his rider. They were still pretty near the death, and the terrible, horrible thing that meant his sisters and brothers were leaving without ever finding their mine, but for the moment, he was sated as T’kah grabbed a chunk of meat and gave it to him.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 24, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -5
Almost falling to the ground as Crescentia was helping her, Nwalme sat and looked dazed. It hadn’t been incredibly long since the copper had passed her, but it just seemed like she was losing a lot of blood, too fast. Yet it didn’t feel as though anything important was damaged. Maybe dragon claws just made wounds that bled more freely? Maybe there wasn’t much to worry about anyway… Nwalme gritted her teeth as the girl tightly bound the bleeding wounds to her leg - almost a little too tightly, but she wasn’t to blame. She just wanted to stop the bleeding. After all, it was going fairly quickly…
Wait. Stop. Nwalme shook her head blearily, she didn’t want to black out, after all this was the hatching, the one she was at and the one she was meant to Impress at. So came her fuzzy-headed reasoning. She struggled to sit up, waving the girl off as she looked around. She could see the queen egg rocking now, but didn’t pay any attention to that. Cresce had said something about a Jade. And she doubted that a Jade would choose Crece, not that she was being mean, but she just thought that the other girl was, well, better than that. Not that a jade wasn’t /good/, oh shard it she was getting herself all muddled up by thinking.
Well, she was muddled until she saw a rotting purple dragonet apparently making a dash straight for her. She jolted to her feet, trying to back away; she knew that this one couldn’t be saved, and what if the poor thing chose her before she actually died? Would she go mad? She’d seen her mother go almost mad when hse’d lost her green. No, she couldn’t deal with that! But her swift movement caused her leg to jolt and give way beneath her, weakening due to the wound.
She went tumbling down on the hot sands again, thankfully landing on her behind and not face down. A growl sent shivers up her spine, and she saw the Jade that had been pointed out charge for the Purple. His forelegs seemed a lot longer than they should have been, but when he swung for the purple, the extra length meant that he had that extra bit of power behind the swing. His raking claws met the putrid skin and left gashes down the purple’s left flank, dripping ichors as she still stubbornly marched towards the girls. Another slash and the Jade had apparently caused mortal damage, but the purple still didn’t care, until the other dragon launched himself at her, finally bursting that translucent skin to flood the sand underneath her with maggots and blood and intestines, still warm and steaming under the sun. the smell of cooked meat permeated the air around the corpse, but the Jade was already over by Nwalme, crooning anxiously.
- NwalmeMine, you ARE hurt! - The girl barely registered, just that she could see a beautiful swirling pattern, no wait, could she see it, or was she feeling it? Ah, this must feel like Impression! Feeling the nudge again on her face, she struggled round again, biting her lip to stop from passing out. She would not give in today! Not now that her dear Partheluth was here, he would only worry unnecessarily. She smiled and almost whispered to him, “I’m fine,” but her wince gave her away. She was rebuked in the form of a soft head butt to the arm. “Okay, maybe not fine,” she gave this thought, and before she had said it, her Jade knew what she was going to say. “But better for having you, dear one.” She ended in a whisper, her heart swelling as she gazed into those whirling eyes that held no judgement.
Nwalme was so wrapped up in her own Impression, that she only faintly noticed that a Silver and copper patterned dragon had just bowled Crescentia over; the queen of the clutch. Al Nwalme knew was rainbows. Even the sharp pain in her leg seemed to dull for the time being.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 26, 2008 12:49:15 GMT -5
Magena's eyes followed the hatchlings more intensely now, desperate to see one of them coming for her. The hatchling seemed as if it was coming to a close, after all there were only a few eggs left to hatch, and how many of them would be healthy? She shifted nervously, eyes following the scuffle between the copper and the jade. She rolled her eyes, watching as the copper creature fled toward the girls. Hm, which of the other girls would this one Impress to? Her eyes drifted away, uninterested, following the pace of the Onyx and Jade. The little serpent Aqua Impressed while she watched, and then the Queen egg hatched. She actually flinched back as the queen hatched, glaring at the creature as if afraid it would spit poison at her.
So absorbed in the hatching and so completely ready to dismiss the copper hatchling as just another stupid copper, she nearly fell over in shock as the creature stopped right before her and her mind was filled with whirring colours. She staggered back, face a mask of shock as she stared at the copper hatchling she had watched swing her strangely patterned tail flirtatiously at the males so recently. This creature couldnt be hers! Her mind was a blank as the copper, what had she said her name was? Nithuireth... As Nithuireth headbutted her leg and demanded food.
She shook her head, trying to clear the colours. She heard a not so friendly smattering of applause from her fellow candidates, and knew they had noticed her impression to this... this copper! With a rather annoyed frown, she reached out with her mind to touch the mind of the copper, now connected to her. -You're not... You're a copper for Faranths sake! Surely I'm not the one you want?- She asked, bewildered. Nithuireth looked at her with such amusement that Magena wanted to scream. -No, MagenaMine. I am yours.- A slight tint of frustration tainted her mindvoice as she answered Hers. Was she stupid or something?
Magena blinked again, muttering to herself as she turned to lead the way to the tables of meat. "Fine, Nithuireth. Lets get some food into you so you can get nice and big and strong then. We'll work on muscling you up once you're a little older." She sighed, as the copper followed along behind, turning to glance back at the remainder of the clutch and to swish her tail at the already bonded males. "Will you stop that?!" Magena hissed, glancing back at her bonded. Well, she'd just have to make the best of this now, and work with what she had. It wasnt like she could magically make Nithuireth into a Scarlet, but she could certainly try to. She even felt a fondness for Nithuireth, and became disgusted with herself at this. Well, they were stuck with eachother. Something told her this was going to be a love-hate relationship. Well, if the copper had chosen her, there had to be some reason behind it, right? She shrugged to herself, and offered Nithuireth a chunk of meat. The copper took it daintily, careful not to make too much of a mess, which caused Magena to mutter to herself again. She didnt even notice the last few Impressions.
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Celestia let a smile cross her face as the beautiful, if odd, Queen Impressed to one of the girls. She began to let herself hope that not all was lost now. The Queen certainly looked Healthy. As did the others that had Impressed. This was a wonderful clutch, or the living ones were anyway. She still leaned against C'ero for support, but the tears had cleared from her eyes now. She turned now to watch the Onyx, a healthy hatchling who seemed to have the weight of the Weyr and all its pain on his shoulders already. He was still searching among the boys, and her mind refused to think that he might not find his Bonded there and between. No, certainly there was a boy there worthy of this great young dragon.
And yes, now the Onyx seemed to have spotted the boy who was His. Giving a small creel, he rushed forward, though unlike the others he was extra careful not to run into any boys and knock them over, or hurt them. No, but he still hurried for His. He stopped amidst of a cloud of sand in front of Zetairen, eyes finally showing emotion other then the horrible sadness he had felt knowing his clutch siblings were dying. Now, his eyes whirred with the colours of Impression, and he looked up at Zetairen.. no, Z'tair with hope. -Z'tairMine, your Resivath has found you! Oh, Z'tairMine, your Resivath mourns for his lost brothers and sisters. I hunger, but Z'tairMine, I long to be free of the stench of death!- He let out a keen before nudging Z'tair gently away from the boys. -I can not stand here among such sorrow anymore, Z'tairMine...-
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Post by Femisis on Aug 26, 2008 21:25:35 GMT -5
With the Impression of the Onyx came the end of the hatching as the final eggs stood still, their occupants already devoured in their shells and dead. All that remained were corpses inside shells full of maggots. It was unfortunate that they hadn't made it, but it couldn't be helped. They had to focus on what hatchlings had Impressed and where the maggots had come from.
With a sigh, C'ero pulled away from Celesia after giving her a comforting kiss as he ran over the the female candidates, shoving them out of the way. In the chaos of the hatching, he had missed a severe injury amongst the candidates and, so far, he hadn't seen any healers. If it hadn't been for the vigilance of one of the observing dragons, he'd have never known. He shoved the remaning girls aside(Poor things, some of them were still crying and others were glaring daggers at the one who'd Impressed the Queen.) and swooped to Nwalme's side. "Come on, I'm taking you to the infirmary. I'll have Sephiroth bring food for your dragon." He told her as he scooped her up into his arms. As he rushed out of the hatching grounds, he paused for a moment to announce, "Congratulations to those who Impressed and better luck next time for those who didn't. I want to see all of the Weyrlings tomorrow morning so that I may conduct a full examination of them to ensure that they are healthy. Don't be late." With that, he was out and rushing toward the infirmary, Sephiroth following to ensure that Partheluth would be alright.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 28, 2008 11:28:25 GMT -5
Mikyran was growing despondent. Not just that, he was also growing bored. Bored, bored, bored. It happened so easily, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe it was a good thing, after all, being bored last night had meant that T’rin and Ophith had found him and brought him here. But then again, the point of being here was? He could see that the aqua had Impressed to a rather bright looking lad he obviously didn’t know the name of. Good, he all but snorted. He would have been desperately annoyed with the infernal creature had it been his bonded. Every time he’d seen an aqua, he’d thought they seemed perpetually happy. And as a person who enjoyed his mood swings as much as other people detested them, a perpetually happy dragon was not for him. Neither was one that looked as though it belonged in the sea, not the air. The salt wasn’t good for his hair. Sure, he swam, but not if he could avoid it!
He decided that the onyx that was still walking slowly around the boys didn’t interest him in the slightest anymore. Of course it would be such a prize if the great thing Impressed to him, and my oh my, look at that hide! But he knew that he didn’t have any leader qualities, wasn’t really onyx-rider material, so why should the thing bother with him? Just as he expected, the onyx walked right pas his, gracefully side stepping to avoid the boy’s toes. At least this dragon respected the other candidates. He looked again at the aqua. Still stumbling about, and now it had gotten it’s sharding wings tangled. Faranth’s sake, what use would it be if thread fell early? He hoped, if only for the rider’s sake, that the aqua would be more graceful in the air than it was on the ground.
He sneered at a strawberry blonde boy who had just made another of the ‘girl’ comments. He was really getting tired of it now, could they not see he was a boy? Of course not, no one could even though it was staring them directly in the face. Why else would he be standing in this scorched semi-circle? He sneered again as the boy didn’t take the hint, adding more malice this time. The blonde boy finally got it and looked back to the sands, but not without giving Mikyran a rude gesture first. It was all the boy could do to stop himself from charging over there and pummelling the boy into the sand. Besides, he was younger, by at least three Turns from his judgement. The sharding cheek!
Turning his mood though, was the hatching of the silver - she was absolutely divine! The swirling pattern of silver and copper created a stunning visual effect that had Mikyran dazzled. He smiled when the queen bowled over her Mine, standing over her almost protectively. He figured that she didn’t want to chance another dragon taking a fancy to her bonded. Not that anything could ever separate them now; except death. He shuddered inwardly at that thought, vowing that he’d never do anything stupid enough to warrant his dragon’s worry. If he ever impressed, scorch it!
Aware that he was swearing all too much, no matter how silently, his cheeks coloured slightly, but the flush soon vanished as he calmed down a little.
And then it reappeared with a vengeance when he saw a beautifully dark coloured copper hatch. Well he hadn’t technically seen her hatch, and wondered which shell she’d come out of, but that didn’t matter. It was odd that she was headed towards the boys though, that was definitely odd. He didn’t know too much about these new colours, but what he did know was that Coppers always impressed to girls. Or at least, so he thought.
Siwlrs. Just swirls of colour; amazing, perfect, right. Mostly right. He quickly recovered and cocked his head at the dragon in front of him that proclaimed to be a male. Copper’s were always female. And she certainly wasn’t a scarlet. Recognising his thoughts, Mareth gave him a rebuking head butt to the kneecaps, sending the boy toppling to the floor. She still didn‘t realise how much strength she had behind her. -Your Maereth is not a she, he is a he. Like M’yran is a he. Which is why you are Maereth’s Mine, and not anyone else.- Getting back up to his feet, M’yran looked at the muscular copper and smiled to himself. So, this dragon was a girl, but didn’t realise he was. That suited M’yran fine, it didn’t exactly matter. And she didn’t have the build of many of the other coppers - they were much more feminine looking anyway. Her dark hide was beautiful, glowing slightly red when she moved and the sun caught on it. That gained him another head butt. It would take time, learning to refer to Maereth as a he, it was against what he knew, yet he felt he’d be able to pick it up quite easily.
- M’yranMine, please remember that I am hungry, can we go yet?- There was an ever so slight hint to her mental-voice that in human terms would probably translate as pouting, making her Bonded chuckle to himself. “Come on then, we’ll need to go over there. He pointed where the other new weyrlings had gone, and the copper didn’t wait for him to start walking over, but started to stride as confidently as she had been when she’d made a beeline for the red headed boy. She knew what she wanted, that was for certain.
As M’yran grabbed a bucket of meat, he found himself musing over his dragon. He was certainly beautiful in his own way - see, there! M’yran nodded to himself, pleased that he’d already gotten into the habit of referring to his dragon as male - with a nice muscular frame, meaning that fully grown, he’d be a sight to see. It was a shame that he’d never get to test those muscles in chase of another dragon. The boy blanched. What would happen if Maereth felt the need to rise? But then he remembered, it didn’t matter so much, especially as it would be Scarlets that chased her, and out of this clutch already there was one scarlet, the pretty boy with the painted nails had impressed him. He knew that Sh’ven had a scarlet too. That was fine, he smiled to himself, after all, he was rather attracted to guys anyway, despite the names he got called because of it. - Mine, what are you thinking about? You stopped feeding me! His tone was a bit imperious at the fact anything could distract his bonded from feeding him. M’yran chuckled again, but didn’t answer, instead giving his dragon another handful of meat to gorge himself on.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 29, 2008 6:07:56 GMT -5
Tair applauded as many of the other candidates had Impressed. There were many beautiful dragons in this clutch, but also the sadness that followed them in the form of dead clutch brothers and sisters. Particularly the queen, she was perhaps the most stunning example he had seen all day, if only because her hide was so captivating. She was about averagely sized, he surmised, but when she was full grown, she could be bigger or smaller. Zetairen hoped bigger, that way she would clutch strongly. Not that Amath hadn’t, of course, it was just cruel fate that had taken half of her clutch. The pain they must feel!
He put all the verses of his song together, humming the sad tune under his breath as he did so:
Sometimes the world, Will have her way, But some live through, To another day,
With a cry of anguish, We stand and mourn, As our dragons pass, And we are forlorn,
To save a sister, I give my life, Rescue her please and, End my strife,
At last, A light shines through, The ravaged fought, For a bond so true,
He continued to tune, hoping that it would be greeted with respect, rather than derision at the fact that he had even dared to presume he could record such an event in song. There was only an onyx dragon on the sands now, so he decided to compose for him, the great one, so sad and so young.
Alone I wander, Amongst the dead, I see their pain, I feel your dread,
But I will go on And they will know What happened to…
And all of the sudden Zetairen couldn’t compose any longer, all he knew were rainbows, miraculous, wonderful rainbows. Colours that couldn’t be described, paired with the feeling of elation and such a fierce burst of love that he nearly staggered. Looking down at the hatchling at his feet, he felt tears come to his eyes. “Resivath…” The eyes whirled at him with all the love and hope in the world, the dragon speaking into his mind.. -Z’tair, I long to be free of this place, all I can smell is death and pain and anguish- Z’tair could honestly say he was feeling the same, except that he couldn’t smell the latter two. Just the first was enough to make him want to run a league in the opposite direction. -Of course dear one, we shall leave now- The boy infused that message with all the love in the world he could muster, love for his newly bonded, the love he felt for his mother, the love for his sister, Rilena, all of it.
Resivath would have smiled if he could, but as it was, he just nodded his head and started to walk alongside the boy who was now his mine. He craned his long neck to see one final egg that had begun to rock, if slowly. - Mine, we have to help, she will be stuck inside forever if we do not. Fear tainted that voice inside of Z’tair’s head, and he was left dumbstruck. He barely was able to give a slight inclination of his head to say yes, that he should go to the egg. Resivath didn’t need anymore of that and ran over to the egg, bashing is with his nose and pulling pieces of shell away in his mouth. As a gap large enough to reveal the dragonet appeared, the onyx dragon let out such a heartfelt keen, that Z’tair was crying again. A final had butt to the shell of the egg spilled the content onto the sands, and again the stench of rot and maggots arose.
The little dragonet - it was hard to even tell she was a mixture of purple and diamond hues - creeled piteously, a high pitched sound that grated in the ears of all who heard it. She tried to get to her feet, but Resivath gave a swipe at her head with his claw, snapping her neck with the force of the blow. She would not have survived. There were sparse patches of hide left on her body, a bit under her chin, some on her tail and a little clinging to the bones of her ribcage, but no more. Her organs were starting to be devoured by the parasite, her liver, kidneys, all the soft parts where the grotesque things had penetrated her skin. Even worse, is that you could still see them move as she did, before Resivath had killed her. It was a wonder she even had the strength to rock her shell, even that little bit.
Resivath keened again, then ran as fast as he could back to his rider, -Please let us go now. I thought I could help, but I did the wrong thing!- The pain, so sharp and bitter in his voice made Z’tair fall to his knees, wrapping his arms about the dragons wedge-shaped head. “Let’s go, let’s go now, we’ll find food somewhere else, I can’t stay here anymore!” A rare flash of anguish coloured the boy’s voice, emotion that he tried so hard not to show. -No more than I can, Z’tairmine-
With that they both walked as swiftly as they could to the exit of the sands, inoring the calls of the other weyrlings and the protest of some of the riders. It was simply too hard. Instead, they went to the kitchens, where Resivath creeled how hungry he was, the hunger being even more apparent now he wasn’t in that place of death. Grabbing one of the spare buckets of meat hat had been left out, just in case there hadn’t been enough at the sands, he began to give his dragon a steady flow of the small chunks, until the little dark one at his feet turned his head away and complained how tired he was now. Z’tair didn’t quite manage a smile, but he half led, half carried his dragon out into the sunny weyrbowl, where they both found a corner to curl up in, Resivath asleep and dreaming of the days events.
Z’tair finished his tune before he fell asleep, finishing the verse he was in the middle of when he Impressed and adding one final verse.
But I will go on, And they will know, What happened today, My eyes shall show,
Because the world , Will have her way, But we will live on, Through to another day.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 29, 2008 6:52:17 GMT -5
The blonde haired girl remembered to clap when someone was chosen by a dragon, bu was otherwise preoccupied with trying to stay awake. The bleeding from her leg had slowed, but still, the pool of dark liquid underneath her wasn’t exactly small. Partheluth kept butting her gently wheneer he felt she was going to black out, talking to her almost constantly to keep her attention. He felt awkward, but this was his Mine, and he knew that it would help.
-Nwalme mine, Partheluth thinks that his brothers and sisters have chosen well, although it is very sad that some did not make it.- His faceted eyes whirled mostly yellow with anxiety for his rider, with a hint of red. He was hungry and upset, but he knew that His was in no condition to even be standing. He crooned softly to her, resting his head in her lap as he tucked his over-long fore-legs under his body to settle down with her. He was offering the best comfort he could.
The dark coloured jade jumped to his feet when he saw C’ero dashing over, and he almost squeaked when his rider was picked up. He flared his wings and began to hiss, but was quieted by the dark dragon who said his Name was Sephiroth. He said that he was there to make sure that he was alright, but the Jade wasn‘t worried about himself, only abut his rider. Nwalme was dimly aware of being picked up and waved her arm feebly at the person trying to do so; to no effect. She just let him do it, opening her eyes somewhat blearily to see that it was C’ero. She smiled a little at Crescentia as she was being taken off somewhere, out of the hatching grounds -The infirmary- her dragon provided her with.
Walking somewhat awkwardly after the two humans, he turned his head to look in awe at the huge black dragon following him. His eyes whirled with a little less yellow now. -Will she be alright?- The question was directed at the immense dragon that was bonded to the man helping his rider.
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