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Post by tiamat on May 3, 2008 16:44:14 GMT -5
Sylla abruptly looked away to try to hide her surprise, pretending she was taking a moment to peer at the new weyrlings. Kisa's reaction was completely unexpected, though she was grateful for it. She wasn't sure she could have gotten the other to listen if the candidate was more focused on being stubborn and "strong"– though how needlessly risking her life made her strong Sylla didn't know.
Carefully, with consideration for the clotting cuts silver Rilaveth had clawed into Kisa's chest, Sylla wrapped her arm around the girl's waist to give further support. She might not have otherwise, unless Kisana looked ready to collapse yet again– there was no way that was helping her condition– but the girl seemed to be accepting her help, if not welcoming it.
A tiny smile graced her face, too small to be interpreted as anything but gentle understanding for Kisa's plight. After all, what was a little matter such as loosing a bit of blood when weighed against the chance of inadvertently hiding from your bonded? Shifting her wandering attention from the weyrlings to the clutch on the sands and finally back to Kisana herself, Sylla asked, "How's your chest?" It didn't look like it was spurting blood anymore, though the repetitive falls might have shoved cloth and sand into the wound. That might be a little difficult, certainly painful, to treat later if the once-white robes crusted to the gashes.
Leaning her upper torso forward a bit– not too far since she was holding some of Kisa's weight– she tried to get a look at the injury. She could hardly be considered a replacement for a healer, and her experience with clothing against wounds was exactly zip since the last she'd heard, herdbeasts didn't wear tunics, but that didn't mean she couldn't do something to help. Kisana might not be willing to leave the sands, and the healers definitely weren't about to walk out onto it for anything less than a dire emergency, but perhaps Sylla could hurry over and collect a few bandages. She could certainly move faster than Kisa at the moment.
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Post by Dragon on May 3, 2008 20:52:59 GMT -5
Valon had been watching the conjoined dragons when the Jade hatched, but turned when he realized he had been so caught up in confusion about the conjoined pair, he had missed another egg hatching. He caught sight of the Jade and grinned. This one seemed almost black, it was so dark. It was... majestic. There was no other word for it. And the little dragon certainly seemed to have a decent amount of confidence.
It captured his attention right away, pushing the mystery of the conjoined dragons from his mind momentarily. He watched the Jade for a moment, then shook his head. Such a majestic creature certainly deserved to be admired, but he should really focus on the unhatched eggs, as he doubted that one would choose him, much as he might hope it would. So once more his eyes locked on the unhatched eggs, occasionally flickering toward the Jade.
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Meanwhile, the conjoined pair seemed to have mastered walking, or almost. Only tripping rarely, the two managed to make it over to the boys without too much trouble. Pacing along the line of boys, but ignoring most of them, the two finally came to stand in front of the boy that was generally known as Cemasle. The little Pearl-like Diamond poked gently at him, she gave a small creel. -Mine, your Narith is here. She is hungry and she thinks her brother is annoyed with her. Food now?- She asked, poking him again.
Meanwhile, her jewel bright Jade brother was moving to attempt to circle Cemasle, despite being joined at the tail to the Pearl Narith. He snorted with annoyance, reaching into the other part of Cemasle's mind, the part that was Semacle. ~Mine, you Malivath is very annoyed with his sister Narith. She is far too happy, Mine. Make her shut up? And Mine, I am so hungry. You must feed your Malivath now, or he will eat Narith. Yes, he might eat Narith anyway. Will she ever shut up, Mine?~ He asked with much frustration, coming around from behind Cemasle to glare at his conjoined sister. But in the process he effectively wrapped their tail around Cemasle/Semacle's legs, tightening it unintentionally as he tried to bite at the Pearl Narith.
Meanwhile the Lavender seemed to have gotten herself under control. Still creeling every so often, she was back to making her way toward the girls. She crawled along pathetically, looking sad but resigned to having to figure out this world on her own. Her mother was clearly gone. So she ended up in front of Sylla, and collapsed in front of the girl with a sigh, laying her head upon Sylla's feet. -Mine... Your Bitrath is sad. Oh so very sad, Mine. And also very hungry. Mine, will you feed your Bitrath?- The poor little lavender asked, raising her head slightly to look at her Bonded.
The Scarlet appeared to be heading for the boys at his own pace, stopping to sniff at egg fragment and stopping completely to watch his conjoined siblings choose their Bonded. Strange, they appeared to choose the same one. The Scarlet seemed to find this very amusing indeed, but after a moment he began to move again, making his slow way to the line of boys. He appeared to be in no hurry at all, though certainly he must be hungry.
While all this was happening, another egg hatched. It was a common and sparkling Diamond, without the pearl-like hide of her strange sister. She was average size for a Diamond too, about the size of a common green from the old ones. Ignoring the shards of her egg and simply hurrying forward into the mess of dragons and candidates, she made a headlong rush for the girls side of the sands.
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Post by Kisana on May 3, 2008 21:11:12 GMT -5
Sylla wrapped her arm around Kisa's chest, asking how her wound was. Kisa smiled uneasily and looked up again at Sylla.
"It's alright. Still throbbing, but...it's ...fine." Kisa gasped, not telling the complete truth. Her legs were growing weak, her heartbeat speeding slightly each moment. She gently removed Sylla's fingers, sitting down slowly on the Sands. Her pulse slowed again, giving Kisa temporary relief from the panic that had gripped her. Kisa put on a face of steel and grasped the cloth that had clotted into her wound. Slowly, carefully, she began pulling the more loosely attached pieces of fabric out of her clotted blood. When the first trickle began to flow, she sighed and gave up.
The conjoined dragons had wrapped themselves around...one boy? Kisa smirked. They must be confused. How could one male ride two dragons? She turned away then, watching the pale Purple dragon. It was walking now ... towards her! A sharp breath entered her lungs...but no. The Purple had Impressed to Sylla. Kisa cursed silently, striking the Sands with vicious rage. She had wanted that Lavender dragon, but it had obviously not wanted her. All resolve gone, Kisa lay on the ground, her limbs tucked in to avoid the rush of dragons.
Another egg had Hatched while Kisana was distracted. A perfectly average Diamond, ignoring its shell and walking with resolve towards the girls. Knowing her luck today, this low-ranking ordinary dragon would be hers. She cursed again, this time with her mouth, though quiet. Her entire body shook angrily. There were very few eggs left, and Kisa could not imagine that any of the unhatched eggs could save her from the fate of Diamond anonymity.
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Post by Pheonix on May 3, 2008 22:01:01 GMT -5
Cemasle was trying his hardest not to look at Kisara. She was bleeding profoundly, and he found it hard to keep Semacle focused when there was blood around. His other half kept badgering Cem to look just for a little, though Cemasle thought he might lose control of Sem if he were even to glance, so he didn't. Semacle was still going on about how he could smell all the blood, and she was going to die anyway so what would it matter if he were to help her along? Cemasle shuddered at the thought and didn't look at Kisara. He noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a few girls had gone over to help her, and he was glad they were starting to bandage her up. At least she wouldn't freely bleed on to the Sands anymore. Cem now thought he was going to throw up at the thought of her blood, but it just got Sem more crazy. Hopefully his excitement would die down when more eggs began to hatch, and Cem hoped with all his heart that there would be no more maulings.
Another dragon had hatched, but Cemasle didn't really notice, he was trying to focus on the dragons in front of him. More importantly, the conjoined two. He just couldn't really get his mind off it, the two of them were just... so familiar. Semacle didn't like how much attention Cem payed to this dragon, and was grumbling angerly as they watched the dragonet search through the males. Both of them seemed to know where they were going... and then they stopped in front of him. The Jade began to circle him, and for a second Cemasle thought that they were going to attack him, and his heart dropped. Semacle went into defense mode and seemed ready to take over at any second... but then something extremely unexpected happened. The Diamond Impressed to Cemasle, well, now C'masle. It was a very strange thing for Semacle, who suddenly felt like a third wheel as C'masle got flooded with emotions. However, the little dragonet's voice rang through their one mind, meaning Semacle could hear it too. Semacle was completely stunned and didn't even have a rageful comment, but C'masle had recovered right away. "N-Narith?" he choked out, as if he couldn't quite comprehend that he had actually Impressed. No this... this was impossible!
He had been about to say something more, of course, but that was when S'macle Impressed. This came even more at a surprise to C'masle, who was now the third wheel (along with Narith's slightly confused emotions) as S'macle was flooded with the Impression. He wasn't confused, no, S'macle was... almost angry. Well, that was generally the one emotion he used, so it was natural for him to be angry. 'Go ahead and eat her,' S'macle gave the okay for Malivath to eat his sister, and the Jade had even begun to start moving towards his sister. C'masle only just became aware of their conjoined tail wrapping around his legs, and he made a cry of, "Wait!" before he stumbled and fell to the Sands. Mine! [/i] Narith cried, reaching down to nuzzle her rider, which pulled the Jade back with a yank. S'maclemine, Malivath would very much like to eat his sister now,[/i] Malivath snapped, making a sound a bit like a hiss at Narith. S'macle was still in complete shock, and wasn't responding at all, not even to his dragonet. Narith would also like some food, mine![/i] Narith said happily, nuzzling the fallen C'masle again. It was a bit too much for both boys, as they were both stunned. C'masle, however, was the first to recover, with his other half was probably going into cardiac arrest inside their mind. Eventually, he got to his feet, and didn't even bother calling out the name of his dragon... er, and S'macle's dragon. How... how was this going to work? He looked at the two dragonets, and Malivath seemed like he was still trying to eat Narith, who attempted to hide behind C'masle, only to drag her Jade brother with her. "How... how about we get some food," he said weakly, starting to walk towards the buckets of food placed out for the new Weyrlings. Narith happily ran after him, although Malivath was far less happy to come with the boy. This was not his mine! Well, it was his mine's body.... Well, it wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway, and he was dragged rather painfully across the Sands by Narith, who was chattering happily with C'masle, who was giggling along with her. S'macle it seemed, was now starting to recover. ' Malivath, huh?" He mused, sensing the other dragonet within their now very crowded mind. C'masle was too occupied with talking to Narith, and it was odd, S'macle could hear them, but it was faint, like they weren't talking to him. Mine, do they ever shut up? Malivath snorted, and S'macle mentally grinned. ' Doesn't seem like it, though I've changed my mind, you can't eat her. It would make C'masle very upset,' Malivath snorted again. But Mine, it would make her finally shut up![/i] he snapped back, and S'macle just had to mentally sneer. How much blood could he spill with a dragon? Especially a dragon just like himself... the only problem was his other half and Narith. He would never let Malivath eat Narith, as it would make C'masle kill himself, and he couldn't have that. C'masle himself was rather confused as he heard the conversation between S'macle and Malivath, although it was faint. This was getting very confusing, and he wasn't sure how well he'd keep his sanity with four different conciousness... es in his one mind. Malivath, you wouldn't do that anyway, Narith said with a dragon-giggle, looking back at her brother, her eyes whirling with contentness. Dragons could usually converse easily, although it seemed like these two had a bit of a closer bond than that. Faranth, of course they did, they were joined at the tail! However, C'masle and S'macle were both starting to get over how strange their situation was, and how much worse it had gotten. C'masle remained in control of the body and fed Narith, and eventually Malivath seemed to accept C'masle, if only barely, and accepted being fed by him, if only at S'macle's okay. ' If only my head had exploded...' S'macle thought warily, which resulted in a bit of a snort from Malivath. And a long-winded speech from Narith on how that would be terrible and how Malivath would have missed him... and it only made S'macle want to smash his head against a wall. Luckily, C'masle found it horribly amusing, and fed Malivath another hunk of meat.[/center]
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Post by Chellie on May 3, 2008 22:04:08 GMT -5
Her jaw began to hurt from being clamped shut as she forced herself to remain quiet, so as not to further disturb the creeling dragonets. Anger bloomed deep within her chest, like a morning glory sprayed with lilac spots opens up at the soft urging of the sun’s warm rays penetrating through the darkness of night that laid siege to the vast empyrean, at hearing the pert remarks of such bravery and independence that were hissed over to her by Kisa. Releasing the air that had been pent up inside, Sorcha soothed her provoked temper.
Had it been any other situation, Sorcha would have taken it to blows with the stubborn girl. Rather than choosing to resolve her issues with words and barbed comments, the eighteen turn old found it more to satisfactory with a resolution consisting of violence. In that manner, all feelings would be let out in the open- rage and hate being extinguished with each blow that was placed upon the foe. Pity the one that was foolish enough to imagine the young woman to simply allow insults to stab at her like daggers, and not retaliate back with a vengeance. Ah, one would learn a lesson. Eventually. Now was not the time, nor the place to settle such absurd ideas of she being a passive, introverted wherry-brain. A porcelain doll is highly valued among the toys of a child. The collector’s item delicate, enchanting, and beautiful with the fine-silk clothes and the flawless skin that is cool to the touch. Frail would be the first word that comes to mind, but do not be deceived. The frail can break, yes, but the broken pieces are left over. Waiting in eagerness to slice and draw blood. The dainty porcelain doll becomes dangerous when its ragged edges dig into the vulnerable veins and arteries of the unknowing victim. Such is the case for this Sorcha and her defensive mannerism. With her eyes that told of a fearless spirit, one could not assume too much about the lass.
Unconcerned over what the girl was babbling over to her, her façade had remained in its unmovable expression. Snorting with a bit of laughter while the other female approached Kisa and helped her How very charming… The dark-haired Candidate began to muse, She talks so bravely and largely, but yet she takes aid from someone who shows the least bit of sympathy for her situation. Her chin stuck out and eyes set firm, Sorcha found herself completely drowning out every noise that might have filled the Grounds. ‘Twas simple enough to do. Her sculpted lips curved into a grim smile, her eyes dancing with amusement at seeing the wondrous event. Shards, even if she did not Impress- she would always be able to say she had witnessed the birthing of dragons. The protector of the skies. With a heavy sigh and ripping her stormy eyes to the clutch as more Impressions were made, curiosity having got the better end of her. Surprise stained her face when the Jade and Pearl pair of dragonets marched over to a single boy. Apparently claiming him as their bonded while absent-mindedly entangling the lad with their connected tails. There was not a doubt that the ability of them surviving would be questioned; how were they to fly? To hunt properly? Or to even carry on with life as they grew into their adult bodies?
The thoughts were brushed aside, Sorcha knowing that she could provide (and nor could anyone else) any answers for the questions that raked the minds of many that stood there on this turning point of a day. The day that a Weyr would begin to become a Weyr- though the clutch was small, hope still was found in the dragonets (not just simply the little Silver) to help bring in a flourishing turn for Vyrzen Weyr. They were the beginnings of allowing this Weyr to thrive, despite the odds that were placed against them in the world of Pern. With this in mind, a ghost of a smile traced onto the strawberry-tinted lips of Sorcha as she watched the little Lavender Impress to Sylla. With two dragonets on the Sands, and another emerging from its captivation. It would seem as if she would be forced to stand here idly, without making any true use of her time, and await her fate to come about. It was difficult for the lass to just stand, without having her hands working or her able body being put to use with some task given by a ‘superior’.
Once more she scrutinized the wasteland of cracked shells before her, fumbling with the idea of what the liberation of the mottled eggs felt like to the dragonets- if they even cared that they were relieved of the cramped space, perhaps being too intent on satiating their hunger. Her hands were returned into their positions of fists, such a position that not even the strongest of men could pull apart.
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Post by Chellie on May 3, 2008 22:54:47 GMT -5
Mud-colored eyes flecked with gold zeroed in on the Scarlet dragonet. With eager anticipation, Karrel watched every move that the dragon-child made. His excitement was building with each movement that the Scarlet took and how the glows caught the dark hide of the dragon. The hue reminded one so much of blood…. Of dried blood, left on the body of the dead to dry in the hot rays of Rukbat while the body decayed and was torn apart by the wild animals that lived in the midst of the woods. The remaining bones being carried away by said animals to hide any evidence of the murder that might have taken place- leading one to believe that the missing person had left society to either end their life or attempt the maniacal notion of living without protection in the Thread-filled skies. Oh, how the life’s liquid brought pleasure to him in no end. Just to see it gushing, from bashing in the faces of his enemies to prove himself the victor and that they were inferior to him in every manner. It was difficult to imagine this Karrel figure of being a boy whom, not too long ago, had possessed one of the most docile temperaments that one would come across. Ah, but how things change. Where the soft, gentle boy had been a cruel and violent lad stood. ‘Twould be like looking into a mirror, if you were to hear of the tale of this flip of personality- this deviant boy held a look in his eyes now that his past self did not. There was rage, hate, greed, deception, vanity, and above all else- wickedness.
These eyes of such a warming brown would lead one to believe this Karrel being capable of only pure intentions. That such an innocent looking youth did not posses the capacity in his body to house such a vile will.
The ivory robe began to plaster against his lean frame as he began to perspire more heavily. It would be easy to blame the pouring of his sweat on account of the intense heat that penetrated through the soles of his sandals and made the air uncomfortable with its stuffiness. But this was not the case for the savage adolescent- the sweat came from his desire to touch this dragonet, to race his fingers over the hide that constantly reminded him of the blood that would pour profusely from a deep enough wound. The brunette had been about ready to advance, on the verge of giving in to his mind’s demands of fondling the rich hide. Shaking his head back and forth to clear the dark thoughts for the time being, the princox shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. Keeping himself in check, Karrel made certain his hands were place safely at his sides. It would not do if he were to get mauled by the wish to go and run his callused fingers over the dragonet for merely the reason that it represented something that he was fascinated with.
No, it would not do at all to have his blood being splattered on the grounds on account that he wanted to caress the Scarlet. He’d rather not visibly see the hue of his own blood. It was a much more pleasant experience to see it from others as they cried out in agony from whatever misfortune that might have taken place to cause injury.
A baritone of a laugh rumbled through the chest cavity of Karrel, being seventeen turns and having already gone through the crack of his voice- he had a deep, rich sound to the mirthful sound. The tableau that was unfolding would cause any average person to question the boy’s mental state, why would he be laughing in such a reverenced time?
There was only one simple answer; with Impressing a dragonet (which he knew that he would, on account that he was, afterall, the one and only Karrel) came power. An authority over people that demanded the utmost respect… And with becoming a dragonrider (in his mind), he could do what he pleased without punishment. He could call insult on some pathetic waste of life and force them to duel him in code of honor. And he could fulfill his thrill of bloodshed in the most convenient of manners.
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Post by tiamat on May 4, 2008 9:24:36 GMT -5
Sylla glanced down at Kisa, worried and building up the nerve to dash from the sands to fetch a few clean bandages to at least press against the slashes. The wounded girl sank gracefully to the scorching sands, her inability to remain standing betraying her true condition to Sylla. It turned out to be fortunate, however, that Kisana sank to the ground when she did. The mournful little light-hided lavender made its way to them, halting before Sylla and dropping its head not just before her feet but on her boots as if too wearied by hatching, finding its mother gone, and locating her to do much else. Hunger almost seemed to have taken a second precedence next to its sorrow. The hatchling spoke to her, and all else was forgotten as her lifemate's presence flooded her mind.
Mine... Your Bitrath is sad. Oh so very sad, Mine. And also very hungry. Mine, will you feed your Bitrath?
The tide of emotions was briefly overwhelming, then began to ebb away to a corner of her mind where it would stay for the rest of their lives. "Oh, Bitrath," Sylla crooned, her voice so low only the few candidates nearest– namely Kisana, who was too preoccupied with muttering curses to notice– could have heard. She crouched without a thought for what the action might have done to Kisa had the girl still been leaning on her. Wobbling awkwardly until Bitrath removed her head from Sylla's feet, the girl rested the knee on one leg on the toes of the opposite foot to avoid the suddenly insignificant heat rising from the ground. She caressed the dragon's head, offering reassurance to the despondent creature.
"Don't be sad, Bitrath. I'm here. You've found me, and I'll always be here." 'I'll never leave,' she promised silently, fervently, touching that foreign-yet-familiar presence in her mind. Grief for what had already been lost, joy and relief for locating her Syllamine, and that gnawing hunger that would dominate the pair's life for the next few weeks– if not months– the hatchling's rampant emotions drowned Sylla. Tears pooled around the corners of her eyes, their precise origin impossible to say.
You are sad too! The lavender wailed. Has your Bitrath made you sad? She did not mean to! She only hungers so much, and misses her mother as well. The short burst of rainbow color in the hatchling's faceted eyes faded, replaced by swirls of ravenous red and distressed yellow-orange. Light vibrations in her throat preluded a new outburst of anguished cries, which Sylla both caught on to and hurriedly worked to deter before they could be voiced.
"No no, never. Never," she stressed aloud. "Come on, let's see what we can do about that empty stomach of yours." The lavender could never be a burden, and Sylla was determined to prove it to the poor young dragon. Her dragon, the delighted thought proclaimed. With much coaxing and reassurances she slowly led Bitrath to the buckets of meat, leaving Kisana behind in the sand like so much discarded bits of shell.
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Post by tiamat on May 4, 2008 19:09:00 GMT -5
Sharralik adjusted his position on the sands to take advantage of the space left by C'masle's absence, placing him a little closer to the main cluster of eggs and giving him a bit more maneuvering room as well should one of the hatchlings prove violent in its approach to the male candidates. C'masle. Now how was something like that supposed to happen: one boy, two dragons? It just didn't make sense. Ah well. The weyrling would probably be the cause of more than one headache as people tried to figure out what should be done with him. He'd probably receive an unusually large weyr later on, to accommodate the size of the Jade and Diamond as adults.
What would happen when the Diamond rose for Flight? She'd surely be hampered by her jade brother– unless they were weyrmates as well as clutchmates? The candidate's low whistle coincided with the Impression of the pale Purple, luckily concealing the noise... or at least providing the perfect excuse for it. C'masle had to be so confused right about now– with three independent voices in his head– though likely less so than the crowd of observers. The two dragons, odd as it seemed, were his Bonded; he would accept that the easiest. Though it would mean twice as much work as a weyrling, feeding and bathing and oiling... Not to mention learning to fly and go between. What if one of the dragons tried to jump without the other? Would that separate them, or kill one or both of them?
Sharralik sighed and firmly shoved those thoughts away. Questions for the weyrleaders to worry about, not him. Now, that Scarlet... he grinned, imagining himself astride the blood-red dragon. His light orange hair against its shocking hide would probably be the bane of weavers everywhere, including anyone with an overly-sensitive sense of fashion. He chuckled, belatedly muting the amused sound. Refocusing on the hatching, his misty blue-gray gaze found the Diamond dashing for the girls. She seemed to know exactly who she wanted, that was good. His mirth could easily be attributed to her eagerness to Impress.
Now the gender ratio of the hatchlings was evening out, and he could breath a silent exhalation of relief. Not that he'd really thought that all twenty-odd eggs were female, of course. It was simply reassuring to see. It was nice to know they could also hold their own color-wise– their hides were just as magnificent as the females'. Take that Jade, for instance. Its dark green hide was just as splendid as the Scarlet's rich carmine. Sharralik absently dragged the toe of one boot back and forth, digging a smooth, shallow furrow in the sand. There wasn't much else he could do, besides wait. Wait, and not get mauled if one of the hatchlings ever came close enough for that to become a viable worry.
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Post by Dragon on May 6, 2008 13:04:10 GMT -5
The Diamond's headlong rush toward the female side of the sands ended in a crash. The little Diamond had been so set on getting to the female side and finding Hers, that she had paid very little attention to her surroundings. She was actually rather clumsy, and had been watching the sand as she ran, in an attempt to keep herself from falling. However, she had forgotten to look up and check where she was. Entering the crowd of female candidates, she tripped and fell, skidding right into Kisana in a flurry of sand and baby dragon. Somehow the little Diamond had ended up landing right in Kisana's lap. It was clearly lucky the girl had been sitting, or she would have fallen to the hot sands.
Raising her head from the sands, the little Diamond was a tangle of limbs. She squirmed about, looking at Kisana apologetically. -Oh KisanaMine! ..... I have run into you. I'm sorry, KisaMine, I did not mean to! Your Lilleth just HAD to find you, so she was running but she didn't see where she was going. Your Lilleth is sorry. Can you forgive her? And... maybe you could feed your Lilleth also? She is terribly hungry.- The little Diamond's high-pitched mindvoice rang in Kisana's mind, as the poor uncoordinated little thing tried to untangle herself. At last able to stand, the Diamond looked at her Bonded and her eyes whirred with concern. -Oh Mine! You are hurt!- She creeled, moving closer to the girl to sniff at her wound carefully.
While the little Diamond was crashing into her Bonded, the Scarlet seemed to have finally decided it was time to find His and get some food. So with a snort of disdain as he saw his Diamond clutch-sister run right into Hers, he walked right up to Karrel, staring at the boy with a look of pride. ~K'relMine, your Fryuth is hungry. He was watching his clutch-siblings, but that has grown boring. Are they all dimglows, Mine? Look, that one has run into Hers. I would never do that to you, Mine. But I may eat one of these other boys soon if you do not feed your Fryuth.~ The Scarlet stated, mind-voice empty of any emotion but disdain. His hunger was clear in his emotion though, as they washed into K'rel.
It would seem that while most of the attention was on the pairs that had just Impressed, two of the remaining eggs began to hatch. These two seemed to be the only ones of the remaining that showed any sign of wanting to hatch at all. Perhaps these last two were the only ones that could sense their Life-mates among the candidates. One was rocking so hard it began to roll, nearly colliding with the regal Jade that still stood upon the sands with seemingly no inclination to find His.
The other egg hatched almost instantly though, revealing a large Onyx. The King dragon, here at Vyrzen. Celestia breathed a sigh of relief as the Onyx stretched out his wings, flexing every joint with a joyous creel that he was at last free of that egg. He turned his head, examining his wings and back. His hide was exactly the reason this colour-rank of dragon had been dubbed Onyx. Pitch black, his hide held all the darkness of a black hole, but with a gem-like gleam that gave him a terrible dark beauty. It was as if the shadows themselves had come to life in this gleaming Onyx hatchling, moving with him as he walked among the unhatched eggs of his clutch-siblings that had yet to sense Theirs. He obviously knew already that he was the highest of the males here on the sands. But he showed no intent to go find His yet, for he appeared to be examining each unhatched egg. Perhaps checking them to see if they would hatch at all today.
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Post by Kisana on May 6, 2008 14:53:59 GMT -5
Kisana, sitting hopelessly on the sands with a throbbing pain in her head, was extremely surprised to find the sparkling Diamond heading towards her in a flurry of talon and wing. Kisana all but screeched, for fear of being mauled yet again. And then she realized - this dragonet was heading straight for her! Unfortunately, the little dragon was not the most coordinated, and she landed in a heap on Kisa's lap.
Oh KisanaMine! ..... I have run into you. I'm sorry, KisaMine, I did not mean to! Your Lilleth just HAD to find you, so she was running but she didn't see where she was going. Your Lilleth is sorry. Can you forgive her? And... maybe you could feed your Lilleth also? She is terribly hungry. Oh Mine, you are hurt! Kisana heard the voice ring through her head. It sounded of ... of nothing, then of chiming, rolling bells, then birds calling through trees. This was Hers! And though it was a Diamond, it was Her Diamond! Her Lilleth! Hers! Lilleth was sniffing at the wounds in Kisa's chest worriedly. Kisa shook her off, too wrapped up in the joy of having Hers beside her.
Kisana wrapped her arms around Lilleth's head lovingly, scratching the eye ridge gently. Lilleth's eyes swirled with red and blue. Kisa stared into these eyes, into the eyes of one who knew everything about her, and accepted her fully.
"Her name is Lilleth! My Lilleth!" Kisa called out to the world. Lilleth's eyes danced happily, and she nuzzled her head into Kisa's lap. Kisa cringed at this, for Lilleth's ridges were digging into her wounds.
'Oh, I have hurt you! Your Lilleth hurt you in her excitement. Lilleth is very sorry! Lilleth did not mean to harm you, KisaMine!' Lilleth apologized again. Kisa laughed lightly, blood oozing again from her chest. She shook her head as she stroked Lilleth's neck.
"No, it was Rilaveth, your Silver clutchmate. She was eager to find Hers - just as you were! Let us go find you some food, dear, and some care for my chest." Kisa said aloud to Lilleth. The Diamond dragonet stood up immediately, and Kisa leaned on her shouder gratefully. Kisa took Lilleth over to the tables of meat, where Lilleth immediately buried her nose in a bowl and began feasting. Kisa limped over to the flock of healers waiting with bandages to fix Kisana's chest. Lilleth, when she lifted her head and noticed Kisa was gone, began creeling loudly, insistently.
'I have only just found KisanaMine and now she is lost! Mine! Mine! Come back, Mine!' Lilleth cried in Kisana's head. Kisa dropped everything she was doing and ran to Lilleth's side. She wrapped her arms around the Diamond head, trying to calm Hers. When Kisa was back by Lilleth's side, Lilleth calmed down. Kisa and Lilleth went back to the Healers together, Kisa whispering calming words to Lilleth.
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Post by Femisis on May 6, 2008 16:17:03 GMT -5
As usual, C’ero had been in the infirmary as he always was, slaving away over a bowl and pestle. Despite the small size of the Weyr, he always found himself with something to do, someone to heal or someone just trying to annoy him. He loved being a healer, but sometimes he hated people. This was ironic, as he treated their wounds and gave them medicine when they were ill. As dysfunctional as he sounded, he really was a brilliant Healer and loved doing it. People just drove him nuts. Sighing, the dark-haired Healer reached into a cabinet for a handful of leaves and began to pound them into a thick paste. With a clutch on the sands waiting to hatch, there were bound to be injuries, mostly mauling, but occasionally candidates would beat each other up over dragons, but that was usually only seen with the boys over an Onyx or Scarlet, like when he had stood. What a day… Very few people had left the hatching grounds unchanged, some more than others.
/Mine, stop thinking so that we can go fly. I am bored and tire of going out to fly alone./
Looking up for a brief moment, C’ero snorted and continued his work. The one thing he didn’t like about being a healer was that it took quite a lot of time away from him that he ought to be spending with his dragon. The Onyx was quite understanding about it, but when Sephiroth wanted something, it happened. Not later, not in a day or two, or never. It happened right then and there. /I’m busy. I need to finish this before the hatching starts./
/Oh, the hatching? It started quite some time ago, Mine./ Sephiroth informed his rider, his amusement easily detectable in his tone. He sat at the weyr entrance looking out toward the sands, simply waiting for His to decide it was time to go. The silly boy hadn’t been listening, he knew, for even despite the lack of dragons at Vyzren, the humming had been audible all across the Weyr. He had probably been writing one of those silly, dark poems His liked to make up when he was bored.
Cocking his head slightly, Sephiroth snorted in amusement as he relayed the message to His. /The new Queen has torn a candidate’s chest open. Silly creatures Queens are./ He added as an afterthought, taking no heed to the Silver stripe down his back. /We should hurry.
/Meet me at the entrance of the infirmary./ C’ero sighed and rolled his eyes as he quickly packed the things he needed into a bag. How could he have missed the humming? It wasn’t like he had been required to be there as there were already many healers there, but he was the Weyrhealer for Faranth’s sake, not to mention just about the only Rider there. Well, the best he could do now was to get there late, which wouldn’t be too much later considering Sephiroth’s eagerness to fly. The Onyx was there waiting for him when he emerged outdoors, crouching to allow his to climb onto his back. No words were exchanged as C’ero climbed onto his dragon’s back and he was barely seated before the great Onyx leapt into the air and flew toward the Sands, his wings propelling him through the sky with ease. The trip didn’t last long and before he knew it, Sephiroth had touched down and C’ero slid down his dragon’s leg before shoving his way though the healers.
“Dear Faranth, what did that sharding hatchling do to you?” C’ero asked more to the air than to Kisana as he dismissed the other healers. All they would do was get in his way and bother the girl’s hatchling, a Diamond, and frighten her. /Seph?/
With a great sigh, the Onyx replied, /Yes, Mine./ He knew that His wanted him to keep the Diamond occupied while he checked the Weyrling out, which was something he abhorred. Hatchlings were, well, hatchlings, focused only on food and Theirs. Still, all he had to do was keep her from starting and jumping between or they’d have a real problem. /Yours is not far, little one./ He told Lilleth gently, a tone that he reserved usually for His. Well, there was an exception to every rule, and this was it.
Meanwhile, C’ero, after shooing the other healers and bystanders away, had found a secluded corner away from everyone else in which to treat the girl. This was going to be fun… “You’re going to have to take your robe off so I can see how bad the wound is.” He told her bluntly as though he had women take their shirts off in front of him all of the time. Actually, he did, but there was always a reason for it. He wasn’t a pervert by any means. “If you’re uncomfortable with others looking, I’ll have my dragon block their view.” He heard Sephiroth snort indignantly, but couldn’t focus on that right now. The girl had obviously lost a lot of blood already and couldn’t afford to lose much more.
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Kisana
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Post by Kisana on May 6, 2008 16:51:23 GMT -5
Kisana watched, surprised, as a large Onyx dragon touched down. The only Onyx rider here was...the Weyrhealer, C'ero. Telling Lillith to stay still, Kisa stumbled back to where the Healers stood. C'ero slid off of the great Onyx, sending the other healers away. Why was he sending them away? Didn't they need to...to fix her? Kisa's head pulsed, and her thoughts were jumbled confusingly.
“Dear Faranth, what did that sharding hatchling do to you?” He asked her. She shook her head to clear the fog away, but it came back, even greater.
"Well, the queen ... the queen ... she, well, she, she ... talons?" Kisana sputtered out. Her brain just wouldn't work with the rest of her body. After another shake, her mind began to clear. 'What about Lillith?' But the Onyx was taking care of that, calming Lillith down. /Stay calm, little one. I will be okay./ She told her Diamond dragonet. If Lillith got too afraid and went Between...she would ask C'ero to end it quickly and painlessly. A short life ended with the joy of her dragon would be better than a long life with the shattered memory of that instant of joy.
C'ero began leading her away from the Onyx and Lillith. She turned her head back, and saw Lillith staring back at her, her eyes painted with swirling yellow, grey, and white. Kisa longed to go back to comfort her, but C'ero continued leading her away, until they reached a secluded corner of the Hatching Sands.
“You’re going to have to take your robe off so I can see how bad the wound is.” He told her simply. Kisa shook her head fervently.
"It's ... it's ... stuck!" She replied, trying to gently remove the clotted mass of blood and cloth from her chest. This time, however, Kisa was able to pull the cloth away from the cuts without much pain, though she did wince. Too far gone for modesty, Kisana dropped the pile of brown, red, and white cloth on the Sands. With the robe removed, Kisa could see the gashes clearly. They were deep. In several places, pink muscle showed against pale skin and red blood. Kisa grimaced. Could the Weyrhealer even repair the damage?
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Post by Kisana on May 6, 2008 19:55:25 GMT -5
Rukah shuffled onto the sands. His white robe hung baggily off of his narrow frame, and it didn't quite touch the ground - almost, but he was just a little bit too tall. Scanning the Clutch quickly, he dropped his head again, heart secretly fluttering nervously. The other Candidates had started to enter the sands. A pang of fear gripped Rukah's heart, and he shrunk himself down near the edge of the semicircle of boys. The dragons' hum rang loudly in his ears, filling his soul with utter elation. He kept his face stony, though, his mouth an icy scowl.
The first egg cracked, dumping a large Copper onto the hot Sands. It began dancing and preening. No recognition flickered across his face, but inside, Rukah was simply dancing with glee along with the Copper. More eggs were beginning to shake, including that of the Silver Queen.
As the Copper danced, another egg Hatched. Its cargo was a sizeable Diamond female, sniffing around its shards with a vengeance. She preened herself for a moment in imitation of the Copper, then stopped. The Copper was headed towards its Bonded! She veered unerringly towards the girls and stood happily before the girl Alyana. Rukah nodded imperceptibly. From what he had seen of the girl, these two would be a good match. The Queen's egg was shaking with even greater intensity now.
Now, the Diamond ran towards its Bonded, ran into her, and fell backwards comically. When it sat back up, it began nuzzling its Bonded - Talitha. Rukah's smile was almost visible now, jumping behind his lips, longing to escape into the visible world. He froze it in place, maintaining his stony countenance. If he was not noticed, he could not be hurt...
The Queen burst from its egg, standing amidst her shattered home with an air of grace and beauty shimmering from its metallic hide. The Queen remained in place for a moment, as two more eggs began to crack open. They both opened to reveal Purples - one whose hide glimmered almost Amethyst, a sizeable dragon who would be a very good mother or Threadfighter - even during Interval, this was important to consider. The other Purple - could one really call it a Purple? Its hide was more Lavender than Purple. As the Amethyst came before the male Candidates' circle, pacing nervously, its pale sister began creeling, presumably for its lost mother. It had been walking towards the females, then it suddenly froze and started this heart-wrenching cry. Rukah's entire face was twitching with pent-up emotions - tears, grins, laughter that had been bottled up for nearly 18 turns.
The Queen finally stepped out form its shards and began walking purposefully towards the females. It raked its claws across one girl's chest. The Queen, however, ignored the wounded girl and arrived before its Bonded. The girl who had been wounded screamed shrilly and collapsed on the floor, oozing blood onto the sands. For the first time in Turns, Rukah actually expressed emotion on his face - a grimace, a frown. The movement almost hurt. He longed to pull his composure together, but too much emotion came pouring out at once through the crack in the impenetrable wall of cold, shy stone. Smiles, frowns, laughs, worried eyebrows, tears, all flooded silently across his face. Rukah stepped forward slowly, longing to approach the dragons more.
Three more eggs hatched. One fell to pieces around a blood-red Scarlet male. This dragon stood motionless inside the fragments of his egg. The other two eggs rocked simultaneously next to each other, splitting apart to reveal a Pearl-Diamond and a dark Jade. The Jade stared angrily at the Pearl, and Rukah was perplexed until he realized the true reason - they were joined at the tail! Rukah, at this point, had finally plugged off his emotions, but his stomach was roiling with laughter. They moved carefully towards the boys, the Jade still angry with the Pearl. As the Pearl jumped up and down, the Jade's eyes showed that he would like nothing more than to eat the Diamond and be done with her. While this was going on, the Lavender still had not Impressed; in fact, it had curled up into a ball on the warm Sands as it continued to creel. Finally, the Amethyst chose its boy - the hyper Yukito - or Y'kito, as he would be called now. She curled herself around him.
Many faces were still turned towards the injured girl, Kisana. She still lay on the Sands bleeding, though she seemed quieter now. Rukah took in a silent gasp - the girl was actually trying to stand up and wait for her Bonded! Did she not know that she needed to see a healer? Rukah almost dashed out to help her off the Sands, but his intense shyness kept him rooted to the spot. She cried loudly and wobbled in place, but she did not fall. This girl was strong! But this couldn't last forever. Another girl, thankfully, went over to Kisana to help her stand. But this girl was far from helpful - she hissed in Kisana's ear, then dropped her on the ground. Rukah's eyes began to narrow angrily - he stopped them. Another girl - a kinder girl, he knew, actually helped Kisa stand, wrapping her arm around Kisa's chest.
The conjoined dragon was about to Impress, dragging Rukah's attention away from Kisana's plight. The two dragons had wrapped themselves around one boy! Oh, it was Cemasle, that odd one, who seemed to be almost two different people at times. Who knew, maybe he was two people! Now the Lavender was Impressing too. Kisa had sat down again, and the Lavender had Impressed to the girl who had been holding Kisa up. Rukah smiled slightly. The young dragonet seemed to be in capable hands.
Another egg hatched, showing a rather average Diamond. It moved hurriedly towards the girls. When would His come? What if there was no His? What would he do? Rukah was almost too old to Stand again...no. There must be a dragon for him! There were already more eggs than Candidates - those many young lives could not be wasted. He could feel in his gut that he could and would save one of them.
The little Diamond, unlike its siblings, was Impressing quickly - and dramatically. The little dragon tumbled into the lap of Kisana, nuzzling its head into her chest. Rukah wined internally - that must cause her great pain. But the little Diamond could help ease her pain, which was what she needed right now.
Another egg had hatched, escaping Rukah's notice - a regal, royal, dark Jade. Its hide was almost black, and many stopped to stare at it. The Scarlet also Impressed - Rukah had thought for a moment that it would be his, but that was not to be.
Kisana, with her new Diamond Bonded, moved off of the Sands to feed her dragon. When she went to the healers, it became distressed, so she returned to its side. Then, the great Onyx Sephiroth of the Weyrhealer C'ero descended from the skies. The other healers quickly left the area - dismissed, presumably - and C'ero led Kisa off to be healed in privacy.
His dragon might come soon! Rukah's lip quivered excitedly. He could be whole soon! [/size]
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Post by Lamia on May 6, 2008 20:31:19 GMT -5
Aelia, like usual, was lost in thought-this time contemplating how to further challenge those of her wing. Afraid they were going to get rusty, the Wingleader had been concocting more and more extreme. Though word of her Riders' grumbling often reached her ears, Aelia didn't mind for they meant she was doing her job. It was not that Griffyth nudged her. ~Come on, we must go! The Hatching has started! We're late!~ Her dragon's urgent thoughts came barreling into her mind. "Alright, alright." She grumbled, a bit drowsy. "I'm getting up."
With a sigh, Aelia hastily pulled on one of her many jet-black robes before pausing in front of her mirror to make sure she looked at least a tad presentable. She paused here long enough to fix her hair back in place before she and Griff slipped out of their hut. Not bothering to get into a riding harness, Aelia climbed swiftly up her dragon's hind leg and settled herself in the customary place-though bareback. Many whispered that her preference for riding Griffyth bareback was dangerous, if not deadly, but she did not care. Who were they to talk anyway? What she did a-dragonback was no business of theirs.
Tightening her grip, a rare grin spread across Aelia's face as she and her Bonded rose into the air, the Scarlet lifting off with barely any effort. She had always felt the most comfortable in the sky, and now was no different. Happy to be in the air once more, she allowed herself to relax-that is until they reached the Hatching Sands. The cheers of spectators and the creenings of newly hatched dragonets buffeted her ears, causing her to wince as they descended in the wake of C’ero and his Onyx, Sephiroth. ~Well, what do you know, love? It looks like we're not the only ones arriving late.~ Sharp eyes noted that most of the eggs had already Impressed-including the Silver. ~If you weren't so focused on drills we would actually be on time for something. Though, half the weyr might die of shock.~ Griffyth joked, his droll humor ringing through Aelia's mind. ~Well, we're here now and that's what matters most.~ She thought wryly, preparing herself for the stares that were sure to follow her decent into the stands. Being the only female Scarlet Rider in the weyr had it's perks, but the negative attention she received certainly had its downfalls. And this was certainly one of them.
Upon landing, Aelia gracefully slid off Griff's back, giving him an affectionate pat before settling herself down beside him. It appeared she was just in time to watch a Diamond crash into her Mine. A pang of sympathy rang through her upon noticing the poor girl was bleeding. ~It appears we've missed most of the action my dear.~ She thought, almost disappointed, but it was then she noticed the Scarlet standing proudly on the sands. A grin stretched across her face as she leaned back against Griffyth. "Well what do you know, another Scarlet has come to Vyrzen."
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Post by Chellie on May 6, 2008 22:32:17 GMT -5
Karrel had thought the Scarlet’s hide to be beautiful in the light of the glows, with it being viewed and illuminated for the first time in the fledgling’s life by these sources of light. But alas, what had been decided as being beautiful in one light, in another light… Or rather, the lack of light, it was breath-taking. The shadows that played on the canvas of a red hue were natural, coming from nature and therefore producing something that was beautiful even in its constant motion. Every curve of the creature was observed in a whole new manner in this darker, more mysterious with this perception. The blood color of the Scarlet was amplified as the shadows danced over the brilliant hue.
As each second ticked by with Karrel continuing to gaze longingly, as if he were a child being tempted with a bubbly pie, at the dragonet he found it more and more difficult to stay alert to everything that was unfolding around him. For while the sounds of the cavern were muted, the colors were intensified. And the -red color of the Scarlet turned raw, cannibalistic, fanged and blooded as if the drooling demon of hell is sinking its teeth in the lap of a loud lascivious courtesan, reeking of gore. The light faded into nothingness; only the muted silence existed that brought forth the thoughts. It was beyond his control, now, as Karrel was unable to bring his demented mind back into focus. This dragon-child had entrapped him in a web of enchantment, of dreams that had been absent of the seventeen turn year old for many turns now, and kept him in that trap. Even if a mental struggle had been raised by the brunette, the fight within himself to break free of the bonds that this dragonet created would have been futile- as he had delved far too deep into the wonder and fascination that comprised the Scarlet.
And then the subject of his interest began to move. Karrel had been reluctant to witness the loss of the classic and beautiful shadows that were cast onto the hide of the Scarlet, they waning way to the dim light the glows gave off. With the shadows being removed completely, a mournful look came into the eyes of the lad. Longing and disappointment stained his eyes, the grief that swept over the erratic male blinding him to the realization that the Scarlet was coming within the vicinity that he stood. No, that would be incorrect- the dragonet was heading directly towards him, in his slow and vain manner.
~K'relMine, your Fryuth is hungry. He was watching his clutch-siblings, but that has grown boring. Are they all dimglows, Mine? Look, that one has run into Hers. I would never do that to you, Mine. But I may eat one of these other boys soon if you do not feed your Fryuth.~
The sentences were stringed together like pearls being placed to form a necklace of great worth. Each syllable memorized and, even in it being foreign to experience another unique mind in your own, it seemed to be so… Familiar in the same instant. Slowly, he blinked- unsure if this was yet another vivid fantasy that his imagination had composed, or was it reality. Upon feeling the hunger that was laced into Fryuth’s words, he decided that the event was of the latter. Hesitantly, the cocky boy beginning to doubt the credibility of the mental link between dragon and rider (he tempting the thought that perhaps he could only hear Fryuth and speak to the dragonet when he felt like keeping that connection open). Brushing aside the troubles that his mind was wanting to raise, K’rel inclined his head to address the dragonet, then proclaiming to all of Pern in his deep baritone, “Fryuth.” At the first reciting of the name, the syllables rolled off of his tongue with a surge of joy (K’rel almost able to taste the metallic flavor in his mouth of the blood that Fryuth’s hide reminded him of). Louder, this time, he repeated, “Fryuth. He is Fryuth and he is mine.”
At last, ending his prideful proclamation to the Weyr, K’rel began to entertain the dragonet and answer to his demands, -I regret to admit, but most are dimglows, my Fryuth. Including those whom have Impressed your sibilings. A grin curled onto the average features of K’rel, he having to strongly resist another show that his mind might construct of the Scarlet slaughtering one of the other boys to satiate his hunger, -No, we shall not start with Death. Not yet, Fryuth. Come, let us serve you the first parcel of bloodied meat; enjoy the glorious liquid that runs off of the morsel.-
~I shall, Mine.~ Fryuth responded, following beside K’rel in a confident manner whilst they headed towards the Feeding tables. Where the Scarlet, as K’rel had stated before, experienced his first taste of blood and meat. The whirling eyes demanding for more to fill the bottomless pit of a stomach.
He was no longer Karrel. No longer just a lad of a hold to be bossed around. Nay, he was K’rel; Weyrling of the Scarlet Fryuth. All of Pern would know his name, all of Pern would come to fear him and Fryuth and succumb to their every whim.
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