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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:05 pm
"If they go between, it'll be their own fardling fault," she retorted at the stupid boy who insisted on playing hero. "They're supposed to be dragons, not squabbling wherries!" Ugh, whatever. Serves him right, whatever happens. She turned back to Patana and the girl who joined her again.
"I only know very basics," she admitted to Sellae, taking the strip and trying to wind it like a bandage around Patana's mid-section. "He's going to have to eat soon though. Blood loss is not good...I can only hope a healer is nearby." When she saw the hem wasn't long enough to do the job, she took hers off too and tied it to the first, completing a few circles of the boy's chest and tying it off.
"It'll have to do." She sighed with annoyance and tried to carefully dust any sand off the bandaging. "Just make sure he stays awake...I doubt he'll die from these, but if they get infected, it'll make his life that much more difficult." Ayi paused then, allowing a smirk. "Especially if he stays to impress."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:07 pm
Sellae twirled as the boy she'd been standing next to earlier had the bronze flung into him, both falling over, and her eyes widened as the claws dug into his body and he was used by the hatchiling to propel himself back at the brown.
And then she was running for him, not hearing all of what Aiyisha said. She dropped to her knees next to the boy, looking him over carefully. How deep was the wound? She couldn't tell.
Ah, Shards! She tugged at her sleeve, tearing it again to try and make a bandage for Dashias' arm. "Let me tie it." her voice was strained. "How do your legs feel? Anything as bad as your arm, you think?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:08 pm
Avery, too, froze, her gaze immediately searching the area around them to locate the sound. It meant business, and from it's tone, expected to be obeyed. Curious, she wondered after the Weyrleader's bronze, wondering if it was the bronze. Somehow, she didn't think so, as she'd heard his angry roars before.
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Camryn's brows shot up from where she stood, well away from the conflict. Gaze expectantly going toward the Weyrleader, she considered the possibility that his dragon was taking charge.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:09 pm
Trista found herself cheering the green from the tye dye egg on as she joined her clutch mate. At least the gold egg would be safe. Then she jumped as the older dragon's sounding reverberated around the hatching grounds. Finally the adults were sticking their snouts in. Hopefully the younglings would listen to their elders.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:09 pm
Zia felt that the current happenings on the sands had to be a terrible nightmare of hers, two dragons fighting, two protecting the gold egg, and the screeching, oh! She knew it was real but was so agast at the idea of dragon fighting dragon.
The roar startled the young candidate from her daze and she pulled her eyes from the chaos on the sands to look up toward perching adults. Who was that? Were the parents finally telling the babes that enough was indeed enough?
"What dragon was that?" she asked the crowd of girls.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:09 pm
Amidst all the confusion, the Tye Dye egg broke open to reveal a green just as protective as the more calm of the bronzes, and she took her place before the Queen egg. The two fighters were halted by the warning cries and screams of their clutchmates, who appeared to be fending them away from the golden egg. This came as little surprise to her--protecting the most valuable of the eggs seemed natural to the green and bronze.
The breath froze within her chest as a roar shook through the cavern. Even the hatchlings stilled; Amoreth reeled, looking wildly about to try to locate the source of the angry sound. It came from an adult Dragon, that was absolutely positive, and she backed up closer to the group of female Candidates still in their starting positions--not out of fear, but more to try to shield them from whatever was coming next.
A girl near her inquired about the noise. She shook her head unknowingly, her eyes narrowing still as they searched for the unsettled adult.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:09 pm
Belram watched in horror as the bronze and brown battled it out, and some moved to try and stop them. It was not necessarily a wise decision, though one he could respect. He'd never seen anything like this before! But still, he knew better than to interfere or to run. It would be alright, it had to be alright, especially with the much more rational bronze and green on the Sands, and then the roar of an adult. The dragons would take care of their own. They had to.
And it would be alright, because it had to be alright. Worried but unafraid, he stood and watched. He knew the risks of Standing, and they would never deter him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:09 pm
Bashir swore aloud now, and colorfully, as he whirled around to see to Dashias. He knew he should have put himself between the ex-harper and the dragonets. It had been his first inclination, and he'd decided against it. At this point, the dragonets had forced his hand. He wanted to Impress badly, but there would be other hatchings, and he felt more strongly obliged to make sure that his friend was all right.
"Dashias, you're an idiot," he said good-naturedly. "Please tell me you're an idiot that's going to be all right, though."
A dragon's furious cry made his blood run cold and every instinct he had told him that he was in the presence of many large carnivores.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:10 pm
As the battle heated, Jaylin retreated even further away, not wishing to get even near them. He didn't fancy gaining any first-hand knowledge of how hard a dragonet could hit, and -- wait.
WHAT?
He stared in shock as people stepped forward to try and calm the dragons down. Would the dragons even stop to listen? A green hatched - Jaylin watched as she joined her sibling in front of the egg, then screech at the two rivals as their battle took them closer to the clutch. The sand was no longer as brilliant as it was when he came to Touch the eggs. The red, the green...
Jaylin ceased his contemplations as another dragon, an adult roared. The boy flinched then stilled, holding his half-crouched position before slowly lowering his hands from his ears. Was the sand suddenly quiet, or did the ringing in his ears block out any sound? He rubbed one of them, frowning and wishing that the sound would come back soon.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:10 pm
The bellow was enough to make her lose her train of thought and she jerked her head skyward as though expecting a dragon form to descend upon them all. The sudden stillness that followed felt so unnerving now that she had grown accustomed to the squacks and cries of the raging dragon hatchlings.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:10 pm
Flinching Nadia watched as the two battling dragons got closer to the rest of the clutch she inched backward keeping an eye on the battling dragons as well as the clutch, blinking she watched as the Tye Dye egg hatched to a green who joined in protecting the gold. Cringing she watched as yet another boy was injured and hoped that they would be alright, glancing at the other females that stayed where they started Nadia kept an eye on the clutch. Jerking in surprise at the adults roar she looked around for the dragon.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:10 pm
Rieta did well in two situations. Those where she was in a position where she could take authority, and those where she could bend under the authority of another. With two dragons raging and a second boy now apparently injured by their fighting, she wasn't in either. She knew better than to try and tame the dragons, it was clear enough what good that would do.
She knew nothing of healing and saw little use in throwing herself in aid of those trying to help the candidates. Her hands were clumsy with delicate tasks and she felt sure that she'd only injure them further.
It was the roar then, that relaxed her. There! That fierce scream was coming from the adult dragons. They were the ones that should be acting! She searched upward, trying to spot the source of the sound.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:11 pm
Gyl just stared at the Green. Jeez, was he psychic or something? Shards, who knew, maybe another Blue would hatch next and make him faint! That would be astounding. The unexpected roar caused him to freeze for a moment, and Yvath appeared on his shoulder, making small noises of worry. She had been afraid for her bonded while he was away, and she had thought that Gylren had abandoned her! With a soft pat to his little Green flit's head to soothe her, Gyl scanned the Hatching Sands for the source of the roar.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:13 pm
Kestra was one of the quiet ones for once in her life. The injured boy – she didn’t know him well – was well tended to so she didn’t go there. And despite her bravado and confident manner amongst her fellows…raging dragonets were out of her sphere. Shard it, High Reaches didn’t need such chaos. She just tried to stay out the way of the other candidates and keep her eyes on all four dragonets and the other eggs.
Mishaal, meanwhile, kept on with his somewhat foolhardy plan to follow the battling pair. It was either that or go the other way towards the other pair who seemed to be guarding the other eggs.
But then there was a bellow and everything seemed to stop for a second.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:15 pm
Amelia had stopped when the blue had paused at her, extending her hand to reach out and touch the other as her heart fluttered. Could he....? But then the dragonet shook his head and she nodded, that hand halting in its movement as she stepped away to allow the little one through.
No, not this time. But, she mused, he was a particularly pleasant dragon - respectful even now. That boy was lucky. She grinned and cheered for him before regaining her seat and turned her attention to the commotion on the sands.
When the piercing cry of the fighting dragonets echoed around she felt her jaw drop open and, along with a few others, moved towards the edge of the sands. Her gaze flicked from the fighting males to the golden egg that was now being protected by two hatchlings to the queen that oversaw all of it.
"Why isn't she doing anything...?" Already human and dragon blood had been shed - did she intend to watch more Candidates be wounded and her young killed? Amelia shook her head in disbelief.
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