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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:00 am
Nevaeh quickly tossed the firestone over to T'thia. Once she had tossed it Javareth easily pulled away from Arizath. Little bursts of flames sprouted all around Javareth as Nevaeh's fair of flits kept what loose thread there was away from Javareth's wings and body. Waving to T'thia Nevaeh and Javareth slipped into between heading back to Fort Weyr to get more firestone for those who would need it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 7:44 pm
Faerra nodded as T'rin caught the bag, patting Mystith on the neck before the pair dropped down to avoid the flaming dragons. As she started to concentrate on the image of Fort Weyr, but, as she did so, her eyes caught the split second image of a gold and rider that looked suspisiously familiar. But, before her eyes could get a good looked, Mystith trumpeted in alarm, and Fae's head whipped around in time to see a small, stray clump of thread flying towards them. Not hesitating, the green instinctively clipped her wings to her sides as she rotated her body, dropping like a rock as her small bulk just managed to avoid the clump. Caught by Faerra's quartet of flits, the clump was instantly disintegreated as Mystith went between. Caught in the cold nothingness, Faerra pressed her hands against the green, the image of Fort in the forefront of her mind, and the thoughts, thank Faranth I ride a green racing through. A second later, and the pair was safely back out, and Faerra had forgotten all about the gold and her rider.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 12:32 pm
Happy to see the thread burn up Kilra chirped before swinging after another clump, still not realizing she was out of firestone.
((Silly green. *huggles*
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:20 pm
T'thia and Arizath found themselves cought in a sticky situation. T'thia's flits had gone off to join the other fairs that were aiding in the fight and all T'thia could see where spurts of flames and grey thread. a burning sensation caught ehr cheek and she cried out in pain. Arizath jumped between though the cold didn't do much good. the thread had grazed her cheek which had left her with a long bleeding gash. T'thia winced at the stinging cold of the night air against the open wound
you are injured we should return to Fort
"no riz! we stay and fight! it isn't that bad, i can handal a stinging gash for a while. if we can fly we can fight!"
and with that T'thia mentally spured her bronze back into that battle, clenching ehr teeth against the searing pain of the wound.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:36 pm
Javareth and Nevaeh came out of between right in the middle of the battle. Javareth roared in suprise as he was hit on the right side of the face by a piece of silver thread and in turn Nevaeh screamed as a piece hit her on her right side close to the bottom of her rib cage. Blinking between the pain subsided as both pieces of thread withered and died and the two again appeared back in the thread fall.
Javareth moaned slightly as the thread score was bleeding sending blood directly into his right eye blurring his vision on his right side. Nevaeh winced and clutched at the long and deep score that almost wrapped completely around her waist.
Javareth? Are you alright? Nevaeh asked him blood pouring from her score.
I'm fine mine just a minor score but you're hurt badly. We must go back. Javareth said but Nevaeh disagreed.
No Javareth! We've got to find Naeryn and Cyhiraeth. Nevaeh commanded.
Javareth graoned and complied calling out for Cyhiraeth hoping she would answer his plea. Clutchsister Cyhiraeth? Where are you and yours? Mine is looking for you. She is hurt but she won't go back without yours. Please where are you? Javareth called out to Cyhiraeth desperately. Nevaeh was loosing blood quickly from the wound around her chest.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:23 pm
Naeryn let out a fierce cry and hit the button again, turning another peice of Thread into charred dust. Legs gripping tightly into the hide of her dragon, she ducked under a nearly motionless blue... what on earth was it doing, just hovering there?
Mine! Mine! Javareth's is injured badly!
WHAT?! What in Faranth's name happened? Naeryn's eyes scanned the fight frantically, the thought of her girlfriend being injured snapping her out of her berserker rage.
She discovered we were fighting and came after you. Threadscore, she's bleeding... up there!
Naeryn's eyes lifted, seeing another clump of Thread being blown towards the blue and his rider. With a scream of pain, she urged Cyhiraeth forwards, searing the Thread flitlengths from... Nevaeh.
"NEVAEH! GET YOUR a** BACK TO THE WEYR, YOU'RE WOUNDED!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:31 pm
Nevaeh gasped still clutching at her side as flame scortched another piece of thread coming at her and Javareth. Hearing Naeryn's shouts Nevaeh turned to see her girlfriend just below her.
"I'm not leaving here without you!" Nevaeh shouted in return. Javareth roared in agony as Nevaeh bent over his neck ridge red now stained on the blue's hide.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:35 pm
Thoughts ran visibly behind Naeryn's eyes at lightspeed. She wanted to stay and fight, she was making a difference, even if it was only slight. But she could hardly risk Nevaeh getting hurt worse, or even her current injury not getting taken care of, and she knew her girlfriend too well to believe that she'd simply leave.
A resigned sigh slipped past her lips, and she nodded sharply. "Fine. Let's go. Now. You first, and be careful!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:43 pm
Nevaeh, looked over at Naeryn, still bent over Javareth's neck ridge and shouted back to her. "Naeryn you'd best be right behind me or I will come back!" Nevaeh shouted at Naeryn now finally sitting up.
Let's go Javareth. Nevaeh told the blue as she pictured the Fort Weyr and Javareth took the two of them between.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:47 pm
Eyes narrowed, Naeryn willed the image of Fort Weyr to the forefront of her mind. With a sigh, she and Cyhiraeth too winked out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 11:05 am
-Alira runs into the wyerbowl, and heads in the direction of the medics, hopeing she might be of some help.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:11 pm
LadyArsenic -Alira runs into the wyerbowl, and heads in the direction of the medics, hopeing she might be of some help. ((Wrong thread babe. You need to go to the thread that says Fort Weyr on it. This is the site of the threadfall. You need to be in the Weyr sweety. biggrin ))
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