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 Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 3:17 pm
"Oh, she hasn't," Nilah said, blinking. She'd been mistaken. She would have to pay closer attention to the hatching. Her grip on Ame's hand tightened as the bronze approached. Her eyes were wide, and it seemed the girl had frozen into position. It had been easier, attempting to help Ame. "Run," she muttered to the other girl. Her own legs weren't obeying the command--but perhaps Ame would get to safety. The green was so frightened, Nilah thought. She felt she knew how the wildebeest green was feeling. She was experiencing it. Was she going to become a pre-Impression feast?
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 4:32 pm
As the Bronze came rushing headlong their way Ameleia stumbled her way back a few steps, trying to use her weight to push the one behind her out of the way, to protect her since Ame was the one that had got them into his trouble. She could hear Nilah talking about how it they should run, something the blond girl agreed with, but she couldn't seem to move quite fast enough to avoid being clipped by the Bronze as he went. She stumbled backwards, landing against Nilah, a squeak escaping her lips, "Owwie..." She muttered before looking over her shoulder at the girl she'd landed on, "You alright?" She asked, not having meant to squish the other girl.
Scooting herself over so that she wasn't sitting on Nilah anymore she looked around, trying to figure out where the Bronze and the Green had gone. It looked like the Green was huddled amongst the girls, making her hope that she would remain alright in there, then looked around to see where the Bronze had gotten himself off to. He wasn't breathing down her neck or making a snack of them, yet, and she wanted to try to keep that from happening if at possible.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:07 pm
Emora
Emora's narrowed her eyes her lips twisting up into a snarl at the glance the Lilac green gave her. Of course the green would be to vain to be able to see past her own hided nose so it came as no surprise that the green chose an equally vain and pretty boy in the form of Zofer.
Shaking her head instead Emora turned her attention back to the bullying bronze crossing her arms and frowning. "You don't deserve your bronze hide. Nothing, but a foolish, vain, overgrown bullying tunnelsnake." She hissed not bothering to wave her arms and shout like the others. Volume wasn't needed to get her point across and hopefully with the gold hatching the young Queen would put a stop to all this foolishness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 2:42 am
What was all of these humans' problem? He was only playing and yet they were all taking it as though he were committing some heinous crime. It didn't matter. Serval didn't care about them, they were not his, they could not tell him what to do. Let them moan and stamp their feet, slinging insults at him. Did that make them any better? The bronze barreled past Ameleia and Nilah without even a second glance. It was their fault for getting in his way in the first place. Had they moved they wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Unfortunately for him, while they had blocked his path the green had slipped out of his view. So they were adding a little bit of hide and seek to this game? Fine by him. It was while he peered through the girls that Serval actually took heed of what they were saying to him. He turned whirling green eyes to Mairin. He remembered her, he thought she would have understood. Apparently not. Oh well. What did it matter to him if this one didn't like him. She couldn't have been that fun anyway. Looking back into the group he was distracted a second time when another voice piped up, glancing briefly at Emora the bronze grunted and sounded faintly mocking in doing so. What did she know about what it meant to be a bronze? Wasn't she the one in the wrong for assuming that all bronzes should be valiant hero types, well he was sorry (No he wasn't), but Serval just isn't like that.
A slip of green caught his eye as Wildebeest left the girl candidates to move over to the boys. A low growl rumbled in the bronzes throat and he was off again, veering around the female candidates to get to the green. He wouldn't lose her a second time. The green froze at the sound of the growl, turning her frightened gaze to the bronze that charged toward her, too afraid to run a second time. Serval drew closer and closer, never relenting in his speed as he bore down on the smaller female hatchling. He'd be on her in seconds if something didn't stop him.
A savage roar rang out through the sands as a blur of gold collided with the bronze, slamming him down with a snarl. Serval twisted, teeth seeking his attacker as the pair desended into a growling mass of metallic hide. The two hatchlings clashed together, gold on top one moment and bronze the next. Wildebeest gave a shriek of fright as the fight drew to close and ran into the male candidates as Hyena and Serval fought. The two reared up on hind-legs and locked together snapping and snarling while claws tried to rake at each other's sides. Throwing all her weight into a blow, of which there was plenty, Hyena managed to topple Serval, sending the pair of them rolling into the female candidates and knocking them aside as their battle continued. The newly hatched gold's savagery driving the bronze away from the candidates and back toward the eggs with unrelenting blows as she roared her fury at her clutchmate. Seemingly uncaring of the strikes that Serval landed on her own hide. Ichor splattered the sands and yet the pair did not stop and Hyena did not cease her effort in forcing the bronze away from the candidates. This was not some delicate princess that had hatched from the laughing egg, this was a warrior that would tolerate none to raise a hand to one of hers.
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:34 am
Emora
Emora had expected something, but not such a vicious strike from the charging gold and for a moment she felt a mixture of pride and warriors pleasure. This! This was a Queen! Not some sniveling priding vain creature like the green who had turned her nose up at her was. No this dragon was a warrior Queen! For once Emora felt herself reconsidering her views on golds. If this fiery fighter impressed to another she wouldn't mind following a gold of this sort~ However if this kept up there might not be a bronze left to impress.
"He's beneath you and I doubt he'll ever dare to lift a paw against one of your siblings again." Emora tried to assure the gold though her defense of the bronze sounded a touch half-hearted at best. Hopefully the bronze learned not to judge by appearances and to consider his hatching mates feelings. They were living beings not toys.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:15 am
From the feeding tables, J'kin looked over at the ball of metallic hides. He scowled. "Hey, cut that out!" he called to the gold. "He's just messing around! He's not hurting anyone!" It was the green's own fault for being such a coward! Honestly, the gold was better off attacking her, not the bronze! The bronze's game was over, it seemed; they were splaying blood about the sands. The fourteen turn old was horrified. Why wasn't anyone doing anything?
Why wasn't Calith doing anything? "Stop hurting him!" he demanded. "Stop it! Just because you're gold doesn't give you the right to pick on everyone else." Shards, where did that gold get the sharding idea she could boss everyone around? J'kin had been holdbred, he still wasn't accustom to the hierarchy of the Weyr.
This was wrong. This was terrible. Someone needed to stop this. "Hey, Emora!" he called to the girl. "Can you make them stop? I bet if you yell at them enough, they'll stop!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:32 am
Ameleia dragged herself up to his feet, certain that she was going to be a rainbow of bruises soon enough, before she turned to hold her hands out to Nilah, wanting to help the girl up. It was her fault she was in the sand to begin with, she really should help her up. Once they were on their feet she set to brushing the sand off. Well now, that wasn't her best moment she thought to herself, spotting the Bronze as he went skulking along after the Green again who had abandoned the girl Candidates and was now trying to hide amongst the guys. For a moment she found herself hoping that the Green would be alright there, maybe she would find her rider and the two of them could leave the sands and the dangerous Bronze behind?
A moment later though it seemed that the male had once more spotted his sister and was after her again, "Ahh... he really should be more focused on finding his rider." She muttered to Nilah, taking a step forward as though wanting to try to figure out how to stop the Bronze from bothering the Green, though she didn't even get the chance to get close as someone else decided to intervene on the Green's behalf. For a moment there was a flash of Gold, making her think that maybe Calith had finally had enough... but then it clicked that the one that was charging for the Bronze, while still bigger then any of the other hatchlings, was quite tiny compared to her mother, "Ahhh..." She glanced to the side quickly, realizing the Golden egg was empty, then back again to watch the big, golden hided girl as she set about trying to show her smaller brother who was boss. There was a moment where she felt a little relieved, mostly because it seemed that the Green had been saved, but then her heart started to thud painfully in fear as she watched the two metallic dragons go at each other.
"Ahh... come on you two! You're going to hurt each other!" She was certain that there would be no feast, no gathering, and no celebration after this hatching if the two of them were to injure one another so badly that they went between. The loss of two such dragons would be devastating... as such she took a couple steps forward toward them, though not too close this time, not wanting to get in the middle of an all out brawl.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:00 pm
Nyxbath let out a screeching cry at her two siblings fighting. The smell of ichor was a darkly uncomfortable smell, churning her meat-filled stomach in a nauseous twist. She looked up at Kieza who's own expression was one of horror and shock. Two hatchlings fighting. It was uncalled for. Her lips trembled.
"Stop it..." She murmured, her heart in her throat as more blood and ichor spotted the sand. "STOP IT!" She yelled toward the two. "You shouldn't be fighting! You should find Yours and be happy! You are siblings! Don't fight!" Her voice trembled, yet she raised it above the norm of her usual volume. This was hard to witness for her.
Nyxbath shadowed her emotions, her eyes swirling orange and yellow. Not only was her chosen unhappy, but she was become increasingly unhappy herself. Letting out a little rumbling growl, she ran forward, talons digging into the sand as she pounced toward the two. Stop! You're both sharding stupid! Even with her small and lithe frame, Nyxbath was unafraid to get involved. You should both be in your eggs still with your behavior! Not fit to hatch! No! She screeched at the two of them. Break it up! Go find your poor scared chosen, and hope you can show them you aren't stupid! Oh, Nyxbath was fired up, and upset. How dare they frighten Kieza! She snagged each of them with her talons here and there, racing around them in a dizzying fashion. She was angry to call them her siblings, her clutchmates. Vile behavior!
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:47 pm
Hennory
Though he could feel Mei's withering gaze being shot towards Fitcher, his own response was not nearly as condescending. Nigh on apologetic, his gaze dropped. No. He hadn't wanted to endanger others. He hadn't thought of that. Then again, he hadn't really -thought- at all, had he? His gaze traveled back towards the rampaging hatchling just as he mowed down several girls who had dared get in his way, the futility of their attempts obvious as they were thrown to the ground like rag dolls. All in all, his efforts had been ignored. They'd done no good at all it seemed, and now the green was off again, running towards the boys in desperation in a way that Hennory doubted was because of Impression considering the bronze was so close to her heels once again.
Mei was pulling his arm again, yelling something he didn't hear, but he didn't move. Perhaps he couldn't, eyes wide as a huge golden form barreled out of seemingly nowhere. That sound was not one that was of a beast that was just a child, a newborn. It was savage and fierce and -terrifying- in a way that made Mei's earlier aversions to the beast very suddenly seem justified. His eyes were glued to the scene, of gold and bronze clashing in a fierce battle that slung ichor to the sands.
This wasn't how it was supposed to have went. He was supposed to stand and wait and somehow find himself on these sands, to find a truth that had eluded him during his relatively short yet delusional life of excess and pampering. Instead, he'd found something gritty and unappealing. Vicious and imperfect and without the rosy silhouette that he'd imagined. Filled with violence and death, it was… real. So painfully and irrevocably real. Two young dragons were fighting and rending the flesh of another, spilling their lifeblood on the sands. One the protector, vicious gleaming gold as she exacted her revenge upon the green-worrying bronze. The other… filled with anger and disappointment and.. everyone was screaming the worst things. Jakkin especially, with his particularly loud and grating voice shining out over them all in Hennory's ears.
This is what the world was like, he figured. It wasn't going to make sense all the time. It wasn't going to be fair, all the time. And sometimes it was going to be filled with tragedy and misunderstandings.
Would the bronze die because of this? Would the gold? Would the angry dragonet's choices ruin his life from here on out? What if the green had not chosen Zofer? What if the bronze had gotten his first choice and none of this had even happened? Instead, he was now set up for failure. Maybe even set up for demise. Give yourself a chance. Stop this while you can. It can still get better. Whether he was thinking it to himself or the dragons, one really couldn't be sure.
Mei
Her expression turned into a very unattractive and angry one when the male candidate beside them had spoke up, for no other reason than she didn't want anyone speaking to her friend in such a manner. Sure, he was an idiot, but he was kind and noble albeit slightly misguided, a creature willing to try to look past his gilded cage even if he was still having trouble seeing very far past the bars.
She wanted them off the sands, away from the chaos and the violence, but Hennory wasn't budging. Her panic rose as the bronze and green came charging their way after knocking over several women. "Hennory! Please!" He wasn't listening, his eyes wide and mouth agape as..
The thundering roar caused her to let out a shout of surprise, grabbing hold of Hennory's arm now not because she was trying to move him, but rather for safety as the large, angry gold dragonet barreled into her aggressive brother. Blood was pouring onto the sands from their angry brawl, and Mei too couldn't help but stare in horror at the sight of the two dragons tearing each other apart. This viciousness from a queen did surprise her, for the one reason that she was hold born and had no reason to find queens to be any more dainty or less capable of rending things to shreds than any other dragon. Her ferocity and power suited her appearance, and she hid further behind the tall redheaded boy as the two barreled into the remaining females. Quietly, she was happy that she'd moved, but knew that she was still in immediate danger. They could come rolling this way at any point.
Perhaps one would kill the other. Perhaps they'd kill each other. Neither seemed willing to relent, intent on showing the other up with a display of brute force and sharp teeth and claws. There were other ways of defeating enemies. Mei herself was one to use her own personal set of skills to get the upper hand, to demand respect with wit and tenacity. One couldn't just beat another into submission. They had to earn it, to do good. Even a successful merchant had to earn their reputation to have any lasting sway with their customers, to be fair and still earn enough to make their business worthwhile. She wasn't sure how dragons established dominance, cultivated the vital synergy and working relationship that made them a force to be reckoned with against the deadly threat of thread.
"How are dragons going to keep us safe from Thread if they're too busy tearing each other apart?" The humorless comment left her lips bitterly. She'd been okay with doing that much, getting killed by thread. Getting killed by angry dragonets seemed so useless in comparison. She wanted to leave, to take Hennory with her, but he wasn't moving. She'd dare not look down at the green that was now hiding amongst them, afraid that if she did, somehow it too would find it fit to tear into her flesh. Perhaps she too would become angry at the injustice of it all, take it out on whoever she was closest to...
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:31 pm
Really where they all insane? Everyone around her seemed to be screaming, yelling, panicking and all from a nice safe distance while bronze, gold, and now some dimglow riders green threw itself into the fray and she had had just about enough of the whole lot of it. Giving a nod to J'kin she began to move. Prowling forward Emora for her small frame moved like a thunderhead shoving her way past anyone who didn't part for her as temper building she stepped out into the no man's land of empty sand. Eyes solidly locked on the three fighting dragons she stepped closer.
Close, but not close enough for easy mauling range. After all once mauled twice shy and all that tripe. That didn't however keep the woman from using one of her best assets as a former runner racer and show-woman, her voice.
"WILL YOU ALL KINDLY CUT THIS THRICE BETWEENED WHERCRAP OUT!" She roared throwing her voice into an echoing bellow reminiscent to a race announcer her lungs allowing her words to carry and echo above the screams and cries of her fellows in a sharp cutting ring of sound.
"YOU!!!!" Emora roared pointing one sharp finger at Nyxbath giving the attacking green a scowl fit to send most men running causing the scars on her face to pull taunt giving her eyes an ugly gleam. "Cut the wherryshit! You are not helping! Get your sharding green tail back to your rider before you give her a heartattack and the both of you are lost between!" She snarled jerking her head back towards the feeding tables in a motion to send the green packing before anyone else was hurt and that included herself. She was more then ready to spring out of the way should either dragon charge, but she refused to back down. She had more grit then to turn tail and run.
"And you!" She pointed to the gold though her tone was a touch more respectable. "You've proved your point shining Queen. You've proved it without a shadow of a doubt. Would you please permit your brother to go? Let him lick his wounds and think about his actions? After all he can't learn his lesson if he's not alive to learn it." Emora finished her voice fading from a ringing bellow to a softer, but no less echoing declaration as she stood there ever resolute in the face of her decision. Hopefully the gold saw some reason in her argument as well.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:03 pm
"I'm okay," Nilah assured Ame with a small smile as she got up off of the hot sands. Shards, they were hot! She had always been told they were, but to actually experience it against her skin--shards! "Are you alright, Ame?" she fretted, studying her friend carefully. Her smile faded however, when she heard J'kin's voice. She winced. "That's not going to help," she muttered. "That'll make things worse..." For a brief moment, she leaned her head against her friend's shoulder. Shards, weren't hatchings supposed to be happy things? She'd heard about maulings from the Weyrlingmaster (he seemed to have a love of frightening new candidates, or maybe he just happened to appear when new candidates arrived, she wasn't sure).
"Oh, go get shelled!" she called back to Emora. "You're not helping any! If anything, you've upset them more!" She stalked up to the girl and studied her for a long moment. "How dare you speak to a dragon like that? We're supposed to honor and respect them! They protect us from Thread!" She was worried the little bronze would between, too, but to act so rashly... She wouldn't be surprised if Emora was their next target.
She turned away from Emora, crossing her arms. Girl probably thought she was fit for a bronze, herself. She wandered back to Ame, taking the girl's hand. "It'll be okay," she promised. How could she say that? She felt like she was lying, but she continued. "It'll be okay. I bet the bronze finds someone awesome--and the gold, too! All of them will. They only ever pick the best."
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:06 pm
The calls of the candidates fell upon deaf ears as the pair dueled. Rearing up and slamming into each other and wrestling each other to the ground. The two moved too fast to know who was truly winning, sand flying as one was sent sprawling and the other lept upon them once more. The two were far too caught up in their battle to listen to whatever anyone on the sands or in the stands had to say in the matter. This feud would not be ended by words screamed from a distance. The more people shouted and panicked the more frenzied the pair seemed to become. Yet all through their struggle not a yelp was heard, only a harsh symphony of growls and snarls. The two rolled back toward the eggs, colliding with the brown Fur Seal egg and spilling its blue contents onto the sand. The blue quickly darting out of the way of the two to avoid injury to himself.
When a third joined their fray she was for a moment largely ignored. The two larger hatchlings seeming to not notice another set of claws in the mass. Each had struck so many blows that it seemed impossible to tell where the claws were coming from. It was not until the gold ducked and shoved the bronze from below, sending him falling onto his back that Nyxbath was acknowledged. The ichor splattered dragon turned red eyes on the smaller hatchling, jumping to his feet and swiping for her shoulder with the back of his paw, intent on knocking the green away. Leave! Now! This was not her fight! She should not be involved. Hyena snarled and pounced onto Serval's back, teeth clamping down on the bronze's neck as he thrashed and bucked beneath her.
A loud shout caused a momentary pause in which two sets of whirling red eyes turned to Emora. For the moment the pair halted and the image was as clear as any; Serval pouring ichor onto the sands whilst the larger Hyena pinned his wings to his sides with her hind legs, foreclaws digging into his shoulders and teeth clamped onto the back of his neck. The gold was also bleeding, but it was clear in that moment which of the two would walk away from this fight more damaged. If he walked away at all. It seemed however that the shock was not enough to cease their fighting. Only a moment after the candidate had called out Serval grunted, whether in derision or pain was unclear as that small sound was all it took for the two to devolve into a brawl once again as Hyena bit down harder on Serval's neck and he returned to trying to throw her off.
It seemed however that Emora's outburst had caused someone to decide that it was done now. It would be difficult to miss Calith as she rose to her feet, even less difficult when one giant, clawed, paw slammed down onto the sands, sending a shock wave through the ground. A jolt that effectively knocked Serval down and sent Hyena tumbling to the ground. So there she stood, one egg, a gold, a bronze, a blue and an impressed green hatchling in her shadow and the candidates in front of her. The gold dragon turned her eyes first to the scarred female candidate, staring down at her with slowly whirling blue eyes. You will leave this place, immediately. Her voice was cold and she left no room for argument with her clear cut and firmly spoke order, yet she did not speak out of anger. You treat my children as though they are beasts. Animals that you can bellow at and command to do your bidding. Expecting to be heeded if you shout loud enough. What would you do next, strike them? When you learn respect for my kind you may return, but until that day you are not ready to bond to one of us.
With that the dragon turned her head from the candidate to look back at the hatchlings. Leaning down she nuzzled Nyxbath gently and nudged her back towards the candidates and her rider. I know you were trying to help, my daughter, but you must go back to your rider, she will be worried you, she spoke softly to the green hatchling. She needed to rest and be happy with her rider now.
The large gold shifted and saw Hyena pulling herself to her feet, set to begin her fight with her sibling all over again. The gold crouched and sprung forward just as Calith intercepted by placing her head between the two hatchlings. Hyena collided with the larger queen's head, but harmlessly bounced of a landed with a soft 'flump' in the sand. That is enough, my daughter. The hatchling climbed slowly to her feet and stared up at her mother with a questioning chirrup. Look how you have hurt your brother. Calith raised her head and revealed the bronze lying on his side and panting heavily. Hyena let out a distressed sound and began to paw at the sand, shuffling uncomfortably as she looked at her wounded sibling. Calith rumbled and gestured her head towards the candidates, Hyena turning and fleeing the scene toward the girls instead.
Calith looked down at the bronze, shifting herself so that she lay down, her tail forming a semi-circle around the one remaining egg and the blue hatchling that sat beside it, while she lay her head down beside the bronze hatchling. Serval cried weakly, lifting his head to nudge the much larger dragon with his nose. Calith nuzzled the bronze gently, ichor spreading across her muzzle as a deep sound, not unlike a human moan, escaped her throat as Serval lay his head back on the sand and began to breath heavily once more.
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:20 pm
Emora
Emora didn't even bother sparing the other girl a glance. She was just another coward unable to step up until someone else did and the scarred girl felt nothing, but contempt for her and the entire mockery of a hatching. She didn't even flinch when the gold stood over her. Instead she simply stared up at the gleaming gold hided dragon.
"Then forgive me for trying to save your children. Forgive me for pleading with your golden daughter when others only screamed or let her and the bronze be attacked. Forgive me for having the courage to step up and try and stop them when others would have watched them die. I didn't treat your children like beasts even when they acted like them. Even when the rest of the candidates and their own siblings called out and declared them unworthy! If I'm not good enough to impress so be it. I'll leave, but I'm never returning. I've seen my fill of what it means to be a dragon and a rider and I now see that it's nothing, but lies and blood and empty words." She spoke her tone solid and unflinching as she walked off the sands. In mere minutes from leaving she had her things packed and her runner saddled and was gone never to return to the Weyr again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:25 pm
Lysandor
To be true he had been very busy walking back and forth from the feeding tables giving large chunks of meat to his near companion who was too comfortable to move as well uneasy towards anyone else that may or may not stray near him. Potamphith though had been watching, his eyes locked on the hatchlings..how the game of tag suddenly became that much more dangerous. The large blue had been twitchy and no amount of meat had been able to put him at ease. In fact with all the commotion going about he was finding it difficult to not rise up and make sure no one approached him or Lysandor.
They do not listen mine, this will surely lead to bloodshed.
Those words caused Lysandaor to stop abruptly he had turned to see the green dart and the bronze give chase. Then things went amok, and true to what Potamphith had predicted there was blood on the sands. That green had already impressed had it not? Confused as he tried to access the information before him he soon realized just how focused he had been trying to keep his own dragon calm and happy. But Potamphith was not..calm..in fact he looked as if he would attack anyone foolish enough to come within striking distance. The blue was watching everybody with a calculated gaze, anyone take a step closer to him caused his muzzle to draw back in a snarl. If Lysandor didn't do something his own dragon was going to be dragged into this mess, if purely out of ...aggression.
The smell of blood was getting to the blue and the male quickly went to step in front of him, "Its okay..."
Do not play hero mine, stay here where I can protect you. Potamphith had already figured the rest of what Lysandor was going to say before the words came out of his mouth. It would take the man some while to get use to the idea that Potamphith could read his thoughts. He had intended to try and do something, after all he was a black smith's apprentice, the muscle on his arms meant something did they not? Before he could protest there was shouting, it was getting hard to focus there was too many things going on. A woman was bellowing now scolding the green and trying to reason with the gold.
Lysandor noticed some of the girls who had been knocked down some were in the process of getting up. Shouldn't he go help them at least?
No mine. Stay with me. The words were firm as if there was no room for argument, though the man would hardly have a chance to respond to him if he wanted when a shock wave hit the floor. The Gold Calith was on the move and taking charge of the situation, he could help but be awestruck watching her massive form move . The two fighting hatchlings were toppled over before she then addressed the young girl who had shouted moments before.
The fighting had been broken up but it seemed that not without casualties. The bronze was fairly hurt, but it seemed that Calith was going to protect him, the blue and the unhatched egg safe. For now the gold was left to choose her companion and Lysandor felt his chest ache.
You are sad for my bronze brother? Who was foolish to not end his game sooner? Potamphith inquired looking to Lysandor curiously. The man sighed and still feeling the shock wave in his legs moments before he staggered closer to his blue.
Yes...I wished I could of put a stop to it..
Do not be foolish you would of ended up in danger and then I would of had to come to save you from the others/
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:30 pm
Rissa
While the solid somewhat quiet cook didn't exactly agree with the other girls actions she couldn't help, but respect the woman as she left. Others had said worse, done worse, but only Emora had paid the price. Was this what being a rider was about? Blood shed? Screaming? And scapegoats? Hell she didn't even blame the girl the dragons had just been awful to her even when she'd tried to save them and it wasn't like the candidates had been any nicer to the other woman.
Heck they hadn't exactly been nice to Rissa either.
"I don't think I want any part of this anymore." Rissa murmured softly and watching the other girl walk out of sight she too turned and exited the sands content to go back to a simpler life in the kitchens. Where she could be alone with her thoughts and her baking and no more jeers or hurtful looks and misplaced values.
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