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 Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:50 pm
Resk shifted, head tipped as the egg rocked. He rumbled, head down and crooned at the Groove egg and waved his tail slightly at the blue. The bronze tipped his head, moving slowly and nosed the little blue hatching, cooing softly to calm the shaking little thing. It would be alright soon. The bronze wher licked a line over the top of the Peacock's blue's head. Resk promise.
Stella frowned and motioned her wher back, slowing and circled the man and frown. "Well, 'gratz. I'm pretty sure he's dead," she said dryly, crouching down to take in the man's features. "Poor b*****d." She sighed, no chance in saving this one... knife in a lung and throat. 'Down Stelask.' She hummed and looked at M'onk, lifting a brow. "Are you fine sir?"
Stelask gave a displeased hiss but settled on her haunches, muzzling wrinkling at the stench of blood. She hadn't even got the change to pin him under her paws. The green grumbled and started to clean her paws, tongue licking over her claws.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:01 pm
Zareen of Brown Zyxth It is better this way, love, her brown rumbled into her mind, filling her full of reasurrence. This never should have happened, but what had, had, and now they would just have to live with it. She moved back to her seat, flopping back down to watch the rest of the drama. She would reclaim her blade later, once things had settled down a bit. Prisoner Candidate Blyte Oh, what a time to be born. Blyte's attention was on the small blue hatchling, the one who had just come out of the egg, and then sunk onto the ground. All of this negativity had to be killer towards the empathic little hatchlings. "Little one," he crooned. "It'll all be okay." He was thinking reasurriing thoughts towards the peacock blue, hoping to motive the little one into looking for his.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:50 pm
The Timbrado Canary seemed to react to the sound of Saain’s voice. Her head perked up, a hint of blue creeping into sad yellow eyes. She hobbled uncertainly in the healer’s direction, then picked up speed, hopping, then bounding over to her person. Her person. Saain was here and nothing would take her away. Saain! My Saain. Serinuth is here! Please, I want to go. Can we go?The more the Blue Jay scratched, the more apparent it became that the thing he was uncovering wasn’t just a strange object, but another egg. So this was what he was up to, this whole time? The Jungle Voice egg cracked as the Blue Jay’s claws struck its smooth, dark green surface. A tiny gray unfolded itself and clambered out onto the sands, flopping clumsily to the ground, then clawing itself back upright. Red-orange-yellow eyes took in the sands, the blood, the ichor. The keening blue sibling. The body on the sands and the weapons drawn. And then the Screaming Piha grey tilted its head back to the sky and screeched like a banshee. It was not a single continuous cry, but a ululating, staccato shriek that rose and fell like an air raid siren. His work clearly done, Blue Jay rearranged his wings comfortably, inclined his head to his screaming sibling, and headed straight for the guard he had known was his from the start. And that’s how you do it, Rokana. Sorry I took so long - he needed a little fresh air. Or a lot, I guess, he added, cocking his head back over his shoulder and snorting at the Screaming Piha.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:59 pm
M'onk scrambled back from the corpse, blood splattering on the ground before him. He panted much too hard for his frame, fingers digging into the sand. His dark eyes went from C'ross to the brownrider that threw the knife and back down to the body.
Gaunt. Red hair.
Dragonless bit of a blue rider.
M'onk found his cane and pushed himself up, legs trembling somewhat. He sucked in a hard breath, jaw clenched with that Screaming Piha starting it's shriek high on the Sands.
"C'ross! Shut that thing up!" He snapped the words and promptly started to try and breathe again, clutching at the crook of his cane.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:12 pm
Shut that thing up!
The order was just that: an order. C’ross half-turned at the piercing noise, spotted a glimpse of gray hide out of the corner of his eye... then glanced back to M’onk. Then back to the Screaming Piha.
Poor little b*****d.
There was still a loaded crossbow in his hands - the bolt that had been intended to give Spenser the mercy that he’d denied long ago, and someone else had beaten him to the punch. C’ross glanced down at that weapon as well, considering. Hesitant, for the first time.
“It’s not hurting anything,” he managed, voice only just audible over the terrible cries of the gray. “Just loud.”
This was no Little Hunter. Just a desperate crying hatchling.
But fear could turn into panic, and panic into mauling in a heartbeat. And orders were orders. If he didn't do it, M'onk might well simply turn to another rider, one without the steady hands to do it quick and clean.
((This is it, folks! ALL CHARACTERS involved in the Hatching have a chance to save the gray! Keep in mind that C’ross’ loyalty is teetering on the edge right now: even if your character is not the physical type, he can be convinced verbally. There is also the issue of M’onk to deal with. Don’t worry about consequences - we’re not going to randomly kill your characters. I mean, unless they try to do what poor Spenser there did. BUT SHORT OF TRYING TO KNIFE SOMEONE TO DEATH, YOU’RE PROBABLY GOOD.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:32 pm
Rokana had watched with a stunned face as little Malta impressed with wide eyes. He'd only said it to make her feel better. He'd never thought... Little Oddaye gave him what could only be described as a wink. Then again, with only one eye, just about everything seemed a wink. He watched the eggs as they hatched and impressed, and as the world exploded in chaos. Another instant and the redhaired man was down, the grey was safe and another.. Another gray had hatched? He watched the blue. That was the sneak thief, wasn't it? He'd almost lost track of which hatchling had come from which egg, but he was fairly sure that was the sneak-theif. Was he...
And that's how you do it, Rokana. Sorry I took so long - he needed a little fresh air. Or a lot, I guess.
Rokana stood, blue eyes gone wide, face for once unabashedly stunned. "I thought... I thought you didn't want me..." All the guard could remember was touching that egg, the first one, the first time any mind had ever touched his mind like that, just days before he'd even had Oddaye.
Cyanath looked up at his rider with a sly smile, eyes lit with spinning blues and purples. Don't get me wrong. You've still gotta learn to chill out. The dragon stretched and yawned, and almost seemed as if he'd fall asleep right on the sands. The chaos was nonsensicle, but to think that the dragon was not paying attention would have been a misteak. But there's no one else who'd have been as much fun. The blue rose, shaking the sand from his sides, and shooting a dirty look at his Screaming grey sibling. Can we shake this noise? I'm hungry.
Rokana gave a beaming smile. He looked up, his smile unabashed and uncensored for once, even as he scanned the other faces on the sands. "Alright, Cyanath. Let's... shake. As you put it." The hatchling shook his head, his rider definitely needed to loosen up.
Oddaye on the other hand, sent reeling by the flurry of emotion and the new tie with her own bonded, began to chirp, sending the image of the feeding tables to her rider. Oh boy. Was she going to have work in store with these two. It was she that had been keeping track of the rest of the sands. Of the three, she watched as the warden barked, and the rider waivered. The image was forcibly pushed into Rokana's mind, and Cyanath reeled.
The blue hatchling sent up a voice to all that could hear THEY'RE GOING TO KILL SCREAMER. SOMEONE TAKE THE CROSSBOW
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Now that got her attention. Sturnuth's head shot up at the blue's call, meat still hanging from her jaws. She looked to Marue for a moment, and the girl's eyes narrowed with a nod. Marue herself was too banged up to be of any help, but Sturnuth? The yellow grinned.
Sturnuth barreled forward, her maw a toothy grin as she rapidly made her way to C'ross and lunged for the crossbow from the rider's left side. She knew well enough what the point was for, she'd seen the scene replay a thousand times in Marue's mind. What had happened to the first grey. Sturnuth's mind reached out to C'ross, loud and its tone dominating. Hey Little man. Time to give me that pointy toy of yours. She didn't care if it upset that brown of his. She didn't really care how C'ross felt about it either. All she wanted was that Crossbow. Marue held her breath, following as well as she could behind her dragon with her torn legs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:34 pm
Irath nosed his rider's red curls, chirping repeatedly in comfort. He sprawled in his bonded's arms, soaking in the frantic emotions and love. 'Hey, brother! I did, didn't I? Likely not as much as you did though.' Irath greeted warmly. He wiggled, reaching out to lightly bump Brantath with his nose. 'How are you? Your chosen has very dark inky straight hair. It is lovely.' Irath chirpped softly. 'Don't you think her hair is lovely?'
Joscelin looked up slowly, blinking at the small female prisoner in front of them. There was a other voice in his head, slow and not quite right. He looked down at the brown and then back at the girl. "I... thank you," he finally managed, trying not to stare at her gaunt face, fingers nervously stroking Irath's wet egg goop hide. 'It is straight?' He offered weakly to the question, muddled and tired, sick with the weight of the emotional stress. Joscelin wanted to get Irath feed and just collapse somewhere quiet for the rest of the day.
He glanced over towards M'onk and the crowd of guards stomach twisting. The red head was dead and this was just so very wrong. He turned back to Irath, resting his brow against the hatchings, breathing quick. Bad, bad... It was just really too close to possibly being him and Irath in the deadman's spot. It was hard to keep his emotions controlled and Joscelin really wish M'onk would just leave the sand and the screaming dragon to stop already.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:44 pm
Jaykkial hadn't gotten in the way when the wild man went for M'onk, but now that another hatchling was in danger, now that multiple hatchlings were shrieking and Atheth was roaring fury in her mind, Jaykkial screamed her self and charged forward. All 5ft of her launched directly at C'ross's midsection, any concern over her own being forgotten in the chaos.
Her little green veered towards the last hatched, the screaming grey. Her eyes blazed red. Her large wings bent forward, spread wide as she bobbed back and forth. With Sturneth, she attacked the man in the only way she could, with words. MURDERER! Blind and Weak! Worthless Being! You follow orders with no will yourself! Does killing innocents leave no stain upon your heart? Upon your hands?
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:14 pm
Prisoner Candidate Blyte They were going to kill him. They should have let the man kill M'onk after all. Had he no compassion? Of course not, which meant they had to act, but not by attacking M'onk. That hadn't worked well to begin with, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do. No. That wasn't right, he knew exactly what he was going to. He was going to make sure the hatchling lived, even if that meant that he was mauled, or shot, or dragged off to live the rest of his life in the insane ward. It was kind of insane, what he was planning on doing, and the prisoner quickly crossed the sand, moving up to the hatchling, ignoring the danger that he was likely walking into. He didn't really have a choice, not when he had the chance to try to save the little one, and if it meant dying, well, so be it. " I'm trying to protect you, so please don't maul me," the boy muttered to the loud grey, and then slipped closer, placing himself in the path that the crossbow bolt would most likely take, using himself a shield for the unprotected hatchling.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:29 pm
The man was dead. Saain picked up the jerk, could see the blood forming, pudding in a steady red tide staining the grains. She had seen death to often to become a crying mess, sat with the frail and sickly and held their hands as they slipped away. Tended wounds as skin turned paper white and she wasn't fast enough and hands sticky saw the spark leave. She breath deep and swallowed, holding herself still.
Poor dead b*****d.
She shut her eyes, passing a moment of silence for the man. He hadn't deserved this. She sighed, opening her eyes to the sight of the Timbrado canary, hopping and then bounding. Had the little one found...
Saain! My Saain. Serinuth is here! Please, I want to go. Can we go?
It was like a bell, ringing in her mind in sweet notes and have forgotten melodies and she felt whole for the first time in a long time. "Shush, ooh my lovely shush," Saain said softly to the frantic voice, taking the little green in her arms and resting her head against Serinuth's shoulders. "We will go soon," she promised, stroking the little green. "We have to go save your... sibling." She wasn't going to let a other dragon end up killed on the sands.
Save? Ooh, ooh dear her brother shouldn't need saving. Serinuth keened softly, curling around her bond partner's legs. Why was everything so wrong? It wasn't her fault was it?
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:54 pm
Lin
When Irath spoke of Lin, you could practically visibly see Brantath's chest puff up. Oh, so someone else had noticed! He was glad. Brantath spared a glance at Lin before he cheerfully reached out his snout and bumped noses with his small brother. Oh yes. He liked this one.
Lin's eyes narrowed in suspicion, quickly sensing a conversation going on without her. While Brantath puffed, Lin bristled. What? she demanded of Brantath. What did he say? She didn't know what a non-prisoner and his dragon might be saying about her, but she could imagine. But when Brantath told her, whatever she was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "O- Oh?" she stammered, reflexively reaching up and running a hand through the strands of her short, dark hair. "Um.." Lin looked away, not knowing what to say. Fortunately (Or not) she was saved by a sudden noise that would have drowned out any potential response she might have given.
She pressed her palms over her ears, looking around. "What is that?" she shouted, and could barely hear her own voice over the noise. It didn't take long to identify the culprit; a third grey hatchling was stirring things up on the 'sands again, and this time there was no attacker to distract the Warden's attention. Only Brantath's voice was clear above its rising, wailing cry.
He looked from Irath, who seemed quite comfortable now with His beside him, to the new, shrieking hatchling on the Sands. Lin, I do not think this brother is the one we need to worry about. he commented. There was a touch of amusement in his voice, but his eyes were tired, and still very, very red. He did not like this. He did not like the noise, he did not like the threat to his rightful clutchmates, and he did not like the hunger. To him, it was just a passing annoyance, but Lin felt his grievances tenfold. Every part of her soul seemed to rebel against the idea that Brantath was not being cared for, and it was her fault! But he would have to wait just a little while longer, her poor tough brown, and she knew he could handle it or she wouldn't have asked, but they still had work to do.
So angry.. she thought, as more dragons began to shout things in her head again, and people were attacking left and right. So loud. "Brantath, can't you talk to him? Can't you get him to calm down?" she asked, shouting over the grey's screech.
I can only try. Until he finds His, it will likely not work. he said, but he tried anyway, because Lin had asked it. He walked a few short steps towards the grey hatchling and crooned to it with all the compassion and calming forces he could muster. And a touch of concern too. Please calm down, brother. Can you not see the danger you are in?
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 4:06 am
[Berath & Bereck]
<You will not touch him!> Bellowing her rage Berth lumbered forward, closing the remaining distance between herself and C'ross. Teeth bared she hunkered down, seeking to place her bulk between him and HerHatchling whilst still being careful of everyone else on the sands. Atheth 's had thrown herself at the murderer, and Berath sent a wave of thanks to the baby green and to Sturnuth who had gone for the crossbow. will protect your brother.>
Bereck arrived shortly after Berath, skidding to a halt to assess the situation that had changed so drastically from the one he had thought he would be dealing with. The would be murderer was dead. He had thought that he would be trying to patch up a stabbed Warden or Secondary, not witnessing the Warden order another death.
A woman more than a foot smaller than C'ross had just tackled said brownrider, and Berath was trying to put herself between the him and the grey dragon. Not seeing anything much he could do there the healer rounded on the Warden. He should check the despicable man wasn't hurt in any case.
"Are you trying to cause a mutiny M'onk?" Bereck snapped impatiently as he knelt down and scanned the bronze rider for injuries. "You're going the right way about it if you are. If that grey dies I'll warrant you'll not be far behind, and no that wasn't a threat before you ask. I'm only allowed to kill people if they ask me to, asking for it doesn't count."
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C'tis pushed himself up onto his knees and looked down at the dead man. He felt sorry for the poor b*****d and, a few moments later, sorry that he hadn't let him finish M'onk off. One of the new weyrlings had just tackled C'ross, the big green had put herself between the crossbow and the hatchling and... he wasn't sure what he should do. After a few moments of indecision he moved over to M'onk where the green's rider was either checking the Warden over or planning to shank him. The latter sounded appealing, but apparently no such luck.
Kneeling on the other side of the old bronze rider C'tis hissed; "That dragon's not doing anything wrong! Another of the colour has safely Impressed, there's no excuse for killing it, and if you do I'm pretty sure this crowd is going to turn into a lynch mob." And this time he wouldn't be stupid enough to stop somebody who was willing to rid him of this nasty little human-shaped problem.
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<Never again!> Haliath's voice rang out to all dragonkin on the Sands, her righteous fury blazing in every word, every syllable.
Giving her thoroughly nonthreatening battle-cry of peeps the green launched herself into action. This time she was fast enough to evade her rider, and she ignored his panic. She did not aim to tackle the murderer, no; Atheth's had done that and she could not in any case. Sturnuth had gone for the crossbow and Haliath launched herself forward in an attempt to help her sister wrest the weapon away from the big human.
Hiemal caught up with his dragon just as she made her leap for the crossbow. He was not a large man, nor even remotely combat trained. He was also quite clever enough to know that he was not a very persuasive speaker. Really there wasn't a lot he could do here. he sent urgently to Haliath,
<....>
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:04 am
He wasn't going to shoot it.
The realization curled around V'tyai's mind like a sickening blanket when Spenser fell - dragonless, half dead on the inside, mad - and the baby came into being. He heard M'onk's sharp bark and saw C'ross of all people hesitating at an order. Protesting it even. He wasn't going to shoot it.
V'tyai skittered to a halt. Screaming started, snapping, snarling angry infant dragons and their equally upset riders. ******** and s**t. Jaykkial jumped just like all weyrlings weren't supposed to.
Even without His Problem, Vit needed a drink.
"Tackling a man with a crossbow isn't smart." Is all he said, and rubbed at his face. "******** all of this noise. C'ross, don't shoot it."
If he could be heard over Big Angry Screaming dragons was anyones guess. He just wanted this done with.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:33 am
The guard hadn't been at the Hatching initially. It was something she didn't care to witness -- or at least the events she believed would roll out were things she didn't care to witness. The absolutely ginormous brown of the pair however WAS present, and had been from the start. 'Must size up the new maggots,' he said, 'see what atrocities could result from such a pair.'
But after the first gray dragonette got shot, and a huge rush of Approval flooded its way down their mental connection, Marti showed up. And from the dragon ledge where Danverith was perched, she watched the biggest shitstorm ever unfurl below her feet, while the mutant hyena she was bonded with sat as smug as a feline. She had tried to make Dan leave; who knew how long it'd be before he decided to bespeak M'onk himself and give 'soldierly words of acceptance and advice.'
Dan's response to all that had merely been Move to a Lower Shelf, but luckily with her in tow. ....And now things were an absolute ******** of Bad Life Choices, and Marti decided that she should make some herself.
Get me down there.
There's no need for you to. You won't help the situation.
There's only bandaging at this point.
Then let the healers do such work. You're a guard, Marti. Warden will handle this.
He started this, slabskull! NOW GET ME DOWN THERE!
Danverith didn't budge, and punching him was like hitting a brick wall. The dragon only snarled silently at his rider, and Marti snarled right back before moving back towards his tail. The brown was smart, sort of, but it was a straight forward warrior type Smart, and expecting one's bonded to climb down their tail like it was a tree wasn't something that fell into his mind tank of ideas. ...Not until she was already hitting the top of the stands from a ten foot fall.
MARTISOLDIER, GET BACK HERE. LET THE USELESS FILTH OF GRAY HIDE DIE AS IT SHOULD! He raised off his haunches, foreclaws gripping the stone of the ledge as a snarl curled around his teeth. He wanted to roar, as Merceth had, but in bitter silence he only watched his bonded run off.
"GO FLY YOURSELF, a*****e -- move it!" She shoved past bystanders on the stands, other guards and attendies. Her goal was the Warden, but in an effort to not look like that dragonless redhead had and have people thinking she were going in for a kill, Marti at least started yelling his name.
"Warden!" Step jump step jump jump shove sorry. "Warden!" She hit the sand near C'tis (?) -- or at least she thought it was C'tis, now wasn't the time to really pay attention to such -- and whomever else was around the old man. Undoubtedly they too were trying to talk him into sparing a life. And she was going to join in, but she was going to be heard.
Knealing down, breathless, she collected herself with a breath. "Warden, permission to speak! Permission to speak freely!" (********, she didn't know if that'd gain her more of an ear, but it always worked on Dan... and the two of them were sickeningly similar in mind-set... ).
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:59 am
M'onk did not yell again at C'ross. He blinked once and then smiled, hand still unsteady on his cane.
"Oh C'ross," he said gently, deadly as a pit viper and likely unheard over the Screaming Piha. "You've gone soft on me."
He'd not been expecting the onslaught of atypical and normal colors alike on the guard. M'onk took a step back just as Bereck stepped in and cleared his throat. "I am quite fine, thank you, and I acknowledge your warning. Secondary? Perhaps it would be wise to quiet your rage just this once." And suddenly Marti.
Hello Marti.
M'onk's smile softened. Some people were capable of manners still, common sense and all. He had a fondness for brownriders, gender aside. At least this one spoke politely.
"Permission granted, Amaranta."
Remember that earlier comment about good trigger discipline, and how C’ross had it? Sturnuth and Atheth were both astoundingly lucky that was the case, because if the guard’s finger had been on the trigger when they grabbed the weapon, someone would have gotten an unintended crossbow bolt at point-blank range.
C’ross fell back hard; six foot two and solid muscle he might be, but he’d just been mobbed by several baby dragons the size of large dogs and one angry human. There was an unfortunate sound as the back of his head collided with the low wall between sands and stands, and the crossbow came out of his hands involuntarily as he lay there, stunned. Merceth roared and took to the air, twisting and darting above the sands as he tried to find an area large enough to land in and collect his incapacitated rider.
You idiots, he snapped, but only to the ones attempting to intervene on the gray’s behalf. The Warden! Deal with the sharding Warden!
And there was quiet. The screaming stopped. The Piha gray’s jaws snapped shut, and his eyes turned to rainbows. Unheard by anyone but Blyte, he spoke, even as he rested his chin gently on the shoulder of the prisoner who was shielding him.
You came.
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