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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 5:40 pm
...S'dekai?
Pioth woke slowly, woozy and uncertain. He'd lost a lot of ichor - his body was covered with claw-marks from his fellow wherholders. The small but numerous marks left by Tatath, and the deeper claw-rends on his hindlegs left by Banshidheth. He sat up gingerly, dull grey-yellow eyes taking in the wherhold with a mixture of confusion and dismay.
Ridermine?
His rider was gone. In his place there was a field stained with blood and ichor, and a burly green standing guard over him. The bronze keened softly, as dawning comprehension struck him.
Capture. S'dekai had been captured by the wherholders, and Pioth...
Well. Pioth was still here at the hold under Trine's control. It was a Trine green who guarded him. A dragon of a more rash temperament might have pounced on Berath and immediately flown off to his rider's rescue. And indeed, Pioth lurched to his feet and bugled, wings lashing fruitlessly at the air. But exhaustion and loss of ichor overwhelmed him and he sank back to the ground again, white-eyed now with distress.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 5:49 pm
Vinath was not having a good day. In fact, Vinath was not having a good several days.
Panicked and desperate, the blue had combed each member of Trine over and over, desperate to find his rider, to find some hint that V'lay had escaped. But none had come.
You! Wherholder! His voice was rough, but it was a roughness borne of desperation, not anger, as he landed roughly in front of the bronze. He mantled his wings in an effort to make himself look bigger in Pioth's eyes, hissing low and menacing in his throat, but there was no anger in his eyes. Instead, they whirled with pale yellow and faint threads of grey; Vinath was frightened, not angry. But this bronze was here, similarly riderless, a wherholder's bronze who might know more than Vinath did about his rider and where he was being kept.
There were too many who had lost their riders in this squabble.
You're the only dragon they've left here! His tone was hard, still, but it was losing the roughness there had initially been, and even the low hiss from Vinath's throat was losing steam, like a bladder with most of the air already let out of it. What do you know about the Wherhold's prisoners?
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 6:01 pm
The elder green got gingerly to her feet, feeling the wounds she had taken during the battle and indeed her rider's wounds deeply. she repeated, the powerful green glanced from one male to the other and bowed her head slightly.
Was the blue one of those who had lost his rider to the wherholders? If he was his attitude made a lot of sense, and her heart went out to him. She remembered what it was like to fear your bondmate might leave you forever at any moment, it had been so long now that she ought not to remember but when something played though your mind every day how could you forget?
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:09 pm
Pioth keened softly, mantling his wings and withdrawing into as best a defensive stance as he could manage as the strange blue approached. They were Trine dragons – and Pioth was Malvren’s, but he had no desire to fight them. He had no desire to fight anyone, Resistance or Revolution – they were just words, a war that the bronze had no interest in. He just wanted his rider back…
Pioth?
S’dekai! Mine, where are you?
It’s okay. Things will be all right. Listen carefully…
The grey of the bronze’s eyes flickered, interspersed with the occasional trace of hopeful green as he glanced back and forth between Berath and Vinath. S’dekai relayed as best he could to his dragon, bringing Pioth up to speed. So this was the green who had watched over him, even after his rider was taken captive. ...It seems that the both of us owe you a debt, he told Berath gravely, inclining his muzzle to her before turning back to Vinath.
As for the prisoners… I am sorry, but neither of us recognize much about the area they are captive in. Except that S’dekai says it is likely at Benden, rather than Malvren. I am Malvren-born, and S’dekai has spent the past five turns there; if such a place existed at our home weyr, we would know if it. He dipped his head to gingerly touch one of the claw-marks left by the gold on his flank, then looked up again. My rider is awake, and while he is not unharmed, neither is his condition life-threatening. He offers his assistance in return for – well, temporary sanctuary for me.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:26 pm
Berath's words meant little, and Vinath spared her only the briefest of glances, showing the scarred green his teeth before returning his attention to the wherholder bronze. But her words seemed to check out, and when Pioth began talking, some of the bluster in the tough-acting blue faded, and though he continued to hiss to himself, he reneged a bit on his posture, turning the tension inwards instead of outwards.
Pioth's explanation of the location brought a little snarl of surprise to Vinath, though, and the blue lashed his tail. We are Benden-bred, he answered quickly, turning his head from Pioth to Berath. Maybe I could help, somehow. He paused for a moment, though, glancing back to Pioth with eyes still twisting yellow-grey. Are you certain the Trine captives are there, as well?
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