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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:15 pm
Shards, he was far too old to have to run this fast. Sharding weyrlings and their sharding horrible ideas. Didn't they know he had a life? Faranth, just don't let them get themselves into more trouble.
Ialluth shrieked in surprise when Xanthoth fell, flapping her wings as rapidly as she watched the disaster unfold. Too small to actually catch the falling bronze, the green tried to stay close, shouting instructions. Open your wings, Xanthoth! Try to glide, slow down your fall! Just open your wings and let the wind catch you! she encouraged, trying to keep the fear from her voice. It was horrible, being left to watch.
Of course, staying out of the limelight was something Bondyeth could never tolerate. The bronze was on his feet when the weyrling started to argue with him, but even he could not have predicted Xanthoth's fall. The large, splotchy dragon leapt into the air immediately. A blue, catching a bronze? As if! It would take a truly impressive show to catch the idiot. Bondyeth was a truly impressive bronze. It made sense.
There wasn't much time, but the bronze managed to position himself beneath Dievath should his clutchmate fail (which he rather suspected he would). There was nothing to do now but wait, Xanthoth's future (or lack there of), in his own claws.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:37 pm
Small bronze or large bronze, Xanthoth was still a bronze, and a growing one at that! The collision with Dievath was bound to knock the air out of them both. How fast they regained the ability to breathe would be both their saving grace. Fast, but not fast enough to keep from spiraling down after he'd crashed into him. There was a flurry of tangled wings and claws heading right for Bondyeth.
Xanthoth would have sighed if he'd had it in him. Well, they were screwed. There was no way someone could gracefully catch them both. But if he was going to die here, he'd either die flying or on top of a pile squashing his new least favorite dragon. Wings flexing, he tried his best to untangle them and prepared to leap whenever he could.
On the ground, B'lin was horrified. Instinct driving both of the pair, he snatched Yali and shoved her face in his chest. Personal space? No time for that. This was something a lady shouldn't see.
Speaking of...
B'lin looked over at Reneneth, just for a second. "Watch the gold!" If they lived only to crush a queen...
He really wished he'd just gotten a blue.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:52 pm
Bondyeth was going to help! Hurray! They would be safe for sure! The blue's hope was short-lived however, when his catch didn't go as planned. He had underestimated how small the little bronze was, and as a result, the collision was sending them straight into Bondyeth, which only made the mess even worse. All he could do was flap his wings in a vain attempt to keep them from hitting the ground too hard. Bondyeth had better be helping! He couldn't support two bronzes on his own! He wasn't a ninja!
Bondyeth please fly more left! I will fly right and we will try to hold him! Otherwise they were going to make a nice dragon sandwich on the ground. Though their bottom slice of bread wasn't going to be a queen, as Reneneth changed tactics the moment the one bronze dragon became two bronzes and a blue. Even a queen couldn't expect to hold up that many dragons. Still, she bugled from the sidelines, hoping to encourage them to do better. They must fly!
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 8:02 pm
Getting a mouthful of man-shirt was not on Yali's to do list. It happened anyway, and at first there was absolutely no reaction.
Yali really needed to work on her reflexes.
A few moments after, she was wiggling away from B'lin's grasp much like a rat and scurrying a few meters away to safety, spitting all the while.
The next thing she new, a gold was bugling and there was a flapping mess of dragons in the air. Her jaw was most certainly agape. It had to be the most monumental thing to have ever occured in her life.
In a better world, she would have remained silent. Instead, she shouted, "Fly bronzey, fly!" up to the mess.
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