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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 10:36 pm
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Cabhan
The murderous dragon, after angering its cousin, impressed to another candidate as if bored with the rest of situation. It was entertaining to say the least, dramatic and somewhat a little more thrilling than the beach hatching he last attended and he was curious if anything else would happened. Likely it wouldn't, but he turned watching the greenish bronze and the two siblings that had been a part of the mess. Who would they all go to?
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Midais
The blue eyes watched, brows fretted with concern as the smaller bronze attempted to throw his cousin off the body. The sister of the candidate stood there, upset and Midais in some ways pitied her. It wasn't fair she had to watch him die, and if it was possible he would have done something to stop it, but it was inevitable. He grew up dealing with creatures and even the most docile herdbeast could unknowingly kill if one wasn't careful. Dragonets where the same, they were living creatures with their own will, desire and most of all emotion, such as the passionate bronze who stood defiant still. It was amazing to see it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 11:22 pm
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Sectumsempra
The green dragon continued to slash and fight and rip and tear. Who was this other who took away her fun? Who was this other who intervened!? The green dragon hissed and snarled, but then squealed in pain as it was clear the much larger hatchling had the advantage and was...winning. She expected, nor wanted, no sympathy...but even she knew when she was beat.
Kicking and slashing at the other green, Sectumsempra finally managed to get to her feet. Her wings were mantled, and she was definitely on the defensive. Her eyes whirled red, and she took a few last snaps before limping away from the Candidates, away from the judgment.
She was angry, but she was tired, and now she too was wounded. Still, she would not creel or cry; she would not give any of them the satisfaction. One step, two steps, and then the little green collapsed. Ichor stained the stands, but she hid herself as best she could; wings half spread, fangs bared, eyes whirling a dangerous red. She was fine. This was fine.
It was not fine.
You'll Be In My Heart
You'll Be In My Heart had taken some nasty hits from Sectumsempra, but was not deterred. Eyes whirling red, the large green was a beast, and could take the hits that were given. Worse, she knew how to bite and clearly outmatched the smaller, more sinewy dragon. By the time Sectumsempra had gotten to her feet and began her retreat, You'll Be In My Heart couldn't help but bugle her success.
That's right. Retreat! Fangs bared, the green stalked towards Sectumsempra, keeping the green on the retreat until the other fell. Snorting, she kicked some sand at the other, like the dirt she clearly was, and turned to look towards the Candidates. Her eyes dulled into a bit of grey... so many wounded, so many hurt...and for what? Slowly, guardedly, she loped around the Candidates, keeping an eye on Sectemsempra, and some of the other cousins. She paused now and then, sniffing the air; if any Candidate drew too near, she'd retreat back, skittish, and not wanting to be touched.
Like Sectumsempra, the green was in rough shape with some deep wounds that would need tending, and ichor dripping down her legs and neck...but she would not let any near.
Dementor
The blue dragon drifted among the Candidates like a ghost. They weren't paying attention to him, but he was certainly investigating them. There were so much misery it was... a refreshing change from all the sweet oozing thoughts. Life wasn't always happy, after all, and rough waters were highly likely. Still, he was content being unnoticed, nothing more than an afterthought. It meant he could watch them unguarded and see into their hearts; what made them tick. What did he want? Who did he want? Were any of them it?
....tch. Second rate Candidates, more like it.
Maybe that group over there would be more appealing.
Mystery Egg Three The gave another experimental wiggle, another shake, and then finally a sharp crack! Freedom was close at hand.
Mystery Egg Two: Scratch-scratch-scratch. Hello out there? Scratch-scratch-scratch. What's going on out there!
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 12:00 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 2:13 am
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Zamistia
Zamistia's eyes drifted back over to where her little sister was, trying to see if there was any signs of life. She mentally pleaded her sister to not die, she couldn't handle it if someone else she cared about died. Losing her grandfather, that had been so painful for her to handle One moment he was teaching her about the craft he was so proud of, the next he was wasting away before her eyes. Tears continued to fill her eyes, Tizzy looked so helpless laying there in the sands.
Her eyes were torn away by the sound of trumpeting and saw Colors of the Wind green trying to get the fighting dragons to stop. She remembered how calming that baby had been to her during the touching, it was nice to see some good from all of this. She mentally cheered her on, hoping she would get them to back down. Her eyes looked over the sands as she thought about it, so many people hurt right now. Had they somehow caused all of this, had they brought this on themselves? She felt sick to her stomach, still feeling like she was rooted to the spot. She heard someone yelling and she looked to see a girl trying to get the big bronze off, she could see the pain there. The dead candidate must have been important to her and she couldn't blame her for being upset. She did hope the bronze would move, so the girl could get the body. It seemed one of his bronze brothers was going to make him move, as he crashed into him.
Before she could see more, she noticed a green blur go heading off. Her eyes followed, when she noticed Colors of the Wind was defending someone. It turned out that someone was her rider, seeing the rainbow color of impression in the eyes of the baby dragon. A smile managed to come to her lips, glad to see the kind green had found her's. Then she saw movement in front of her and noticed Riz was still trying to protect them. He was so torn up as it was, what if..no...she didn't want to even think those words. Her sister..her friend...and then she noticed Shar had been hurt too. She hadn't even seen the blood from her friend when she had rejoined the group. Then Nala's voice spoke up and she tried to remember what their lessons said about this.
"I don't think...Riz is in...any condition to..move. Unless...Shar thinks she can...move him safely. I just..don't want it to...get...any..."Misty began, not wanting to say the word worse. Her face was still pale, her eyes flickering between Tizzy and her friends. Every fiber of her being was shaking, but she tried so hard to think on positive things, but it was so hard right now. And even seeing one of the greens that had attacked hurt, made her feel bad. Yes, that one had hurt people she cared about, but the baby looked upset. And the green she was fighting was covered with ichor too, she hoped both greens would find their's. Maybe with the help of their rider, the angry green could find some peace...hopefully.
Demanthra and Monath
Demanthra was trying to think of what her dragon could pass on to Rhiyn right now. Her heart went out to him, knowing that death was not a pleasant thing to witness. The carnage sent a shiver through her, she still wanted to know what had set all of this into motion. She hadn't seen anything outwardly, except one of the girls trying to help the green that had been close to betweening. So it led her to believe that thoughts must have been to blame, despite how many times they had gone over that rule with them. A soft sigh came from her lips, before focusing on the mind of her green again.
Tell Ionan that he is doing well remembering things he has heard Ashlyn say before. And Rhiyn...well, you know,Demanthra spoke to her green.
Ionan, a healer should be able to come get Tizenia over to be worked on. Just try to tend to her as best as you can for now. Mine says good job remembering things you heard before about injuries. Rhiyn, you can see everyone around you is working on helping the girl. I know it looks bad right now, but hopefully the girl will be okay. If she is conscious at all, try to talk to her. If not, then help Mine's brother and the others with her wounds. And Kinye, it will be okay, little one,Monath instructed to both, before cooing to the girl. It was clear to the green that her rider's little sister was scared and she felt a wave of love from Demanthra for sending comfort to her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 3:28 am
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Maddeck heard what C'vi was muttering and frowned. "Can hatchlings do that?" Despite appearances, which supported C'vi's assessment, they seemed somehow chaotic at the same time. That was because there were factions within a group, individuals with their own agendas, and for some reason that did not include Impressing, for the time being anyhow. Were dragons really that complex at birth? Thoughts and feelings, plans and dreams, were all of these possessed from birth? Fascinating!
Several dragons began inspecting Candidates. Some were apparently clumsy while others deliberately struck the children. Then the unthinkable: one of the bronzes, a 'posse' leader grabbed hold of a boy and shook him until dead, then posed atop his body.
Maddy was instantly on his feet, staring wide eyed and slack jawed. "NO!" No, how could this be? How could a hatchling do such a thing! His shock bled into logic. The same 'how' that could produce hopes and dreams can destroy them deliberately.
Chaos erupted. The same hatchlings that shredded other hatchlings' shells now did the same to flesh and bone. "C'vi, I have to go." (( Come along with if you want! <3 ))
Maddeck hurried down the stairs to Sands level and sprinted over to where the healers stood in the wings. He was well-known, but introduced himself anyway: Healer Maddeck, the medic. He knew that they only waited for it to be safe to head out and save the surviving candidates. So he waited with them, as patiently as he could, until the all clear signal.
(( For anyone: Feel free to move him over to the injured, just quote me so I know. I just can't keep up with the RP. ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 4:49 am
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A woman beside Rothgar spoke of hatchlings testing them before Impressing. A feint of heart to cull the faint of heart? he wondered. A nice play on words, and a possible truth. He chuckled: "I like how you think! But I do agree, if they aren't keen on Impressing then they must have another greater priority. But what?" he added pensively. Surely nothing could matter more than a full belly at this stage.
Like Haelwen, Rothgar watched the green heading their way. Ah, a normal-seeming Green. Such a beautiful girl. He hopped from foot to foot in his previous dance both to relieve the heat and to get ready to dodge. There was not a bone in his body at this time that would want to dodge Impression, only bodily harm --a valid concern.
Then, it was madness. People were dead or dying. There was so much blood; he felt faint. Or was he the one bleeding, and faint from his own blood loss? Vaguely he wondered if that would disqualify him from Impressing. Hey, doc. I can still fight. Er, Impress.
She's slashing up my arms. A green, angry about something unforgivable. She attacked freely and tirelessly. Is murder forgivable? Isn't she hungry yet?
Protecting classmates with forearms and shins. Do not harm the dragons, he reminded himself. It seemed a little unfair and a little one-sided. Since when did he decide that bodily harm was an acceptable consequence of this family outing?
Then, it was over. The murderous dragon was allowed to walk off the stands with a bondmate. Why? Why do it? You ignored me, but I just want to know why you killed him. Rothgar didn't expect an answer from the death-dealing bronze.
Once things calmed down, Rothgar found that his wounds were mostly superficial. Just bleeders. He could stand. He could look around. He crouched down and tore strips of his robe to try to stop the bleeding. He kept looking at that boy whose body had become a pincushion. Why you? Why anyone?
He waited for the healers to come. Even though he had witnessed unfathomable horror, he was still keen to Impress. One bad apple did not make dragons bad. Besides, his family was full of dragonriders. He knew for a fact that some could be serious and calm or nervous or dorky. Their personalities were just like humans. That was why, if his match was here or soon to hatch, he needed to stick around.
Rian-chan For mention in catch-up post.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 5:09 am
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Akaris
The young woman provided no resistance when she was checked over or lifted up, only whimpered in pain and burrowed close to the safe, familiar warmth Rylyrr offered. But soon, too soon, he set her down with the healers. And then...then he left, and she was frightfully alone.
She flinched at every would-be comforting touch from the healer who came to tend to her, shivering and making little soft sounds of pain, and cried. There was no thought for appearances or pride, not when there were barely any thoughts at all besides pain and fear and the sudden, consuming loneliness. She had wished, more than anything, for a dragon for Rylyrr, but that wish came at a price: his dragon, as was only right, was more important than she could ever be. He would never be alone again, and she...here she was, alone in the fallout from a nightmare.
Cruelly, her greatest wish and her worst fear had both come true, all at once. It wasn't fair.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 5:50 am
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Herg'r and Hyglath
In the Stands, Herg'r had thus far spent the Hatching boisterous as ever despite the early hour, and regardless of whether or not his seatmates appreciated his backslaps and booming, delighted commentary. Ordinarily he'd have been sitting with and likely disrupting his brother, but while Theo was here somewhere, he was no doubt chatting it up with his goldrider friend, that sly canine - who ever would have thought? - and so the big blonde hadn't even looked for him. Once all of this was done with, though, he would have to track the Harper down, perhaps at the Feast, and introduce the man to his newest (or most recently discovered, anyway) nephew. He was certain the two would get along; in fact, if he hadn't known better on a number of points, it would be easy to mistake Orri for Theo's. Not that there was anything wrong with that! No, he had no complaints whatsoever - familial resemblance, physical or otherwise, wasn't important to the bronzerider. Family was family, period, and every member exactly who they should be, and he would never begrudge a one of them that. He would just rumble amusement at the whims of what passed on, what was skipped over entirely, and how the end product really was so like his younger brother.
He was actually discussing just that with his unwitting neighbors when all the drama started, and the Sands exploded into chaos. Shaff. No matter how many Hatchings he watched, no matter how joyful he was about being in danger himself, violence on the Sands always made his blood run cold, because those were children down there. His child was down there. All his enthusiasm bled away, leaving him standing and gripping the railing white-knuckled and finally silent. He couldn't see, couldn't tell anything from here-
Hyglath! he pleaded.
The bronze knew exactly what he needed, because he needed much the same. Reassurance that their hatchling was safe, unharmed...or at the very least, not so harmed that his life was in danger. Hyglath searched for that young mind, radiating gentle warmth and concern. Orri...?
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 6:13 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 6:14 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 6:37 am
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"Is now a good time to point out I have no Healer training?" Saekagi protested, while trying to offer the boy a shoulder, or whatever it took to make him more comfortable. "I mean it's definitely bleeding, it might need stitches..." He answered, uncertainly, fighting back the urge to turn away and not look closely. "I don't see bone I think. Or uh... things I shouldn't be seeing..." Shards, what were the other signs that it would need immediate care? It wasn't er... it was bleeding but it didn't look like it was set to empty Helaku of blood in moments, but he wasn't sure how serious it was past that. "Are you dizzy?"
He didn't know what else to ask to tell him more. "If you're dizzy that's probably bad. I think."
It took him a moment more to even register the other question, glancing down at himself quickly and giving a short shake of his head, eyes still sauser wide and alarmed. "N-no I don't think so."
Only, as far as he could tell, thanks to Helaku, to whom he owed a great deal. If Helaku had the courage to be still standing here instead of immediately asking to be helped off the sand, he felt he owed it to him to stand and help him.
"I mean... at least it wasn't lower. It would be awful not to be able to sit down when you attend the feast with yours." He added, trying to keep the shake out of his voice, trying to wish the statement into truth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 7:00 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 7:08 am
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Taibbi
Eventually it was just not possible to continue kneeling wretchedly on the sands. Taibbi was gradually becoming aware of the discomfort of grit being ground into the fine creases of her knees and the somewhat stubbly skin of her shins, and the foul smell of bile from the sand only a few inches below her face. It was definitely time to stand up and find out how much damage had been done, and if there was anything she could do to help people who had actually been wounded.
The girl rocked back on her heels and gingerly attempted to brush sand from her legs. In that she met with a resounding failure. Her sweat was making the individual granules cling to her skin, and any time she succeeded in scraping off anything from her legs, it merely ingrained itself in the creases of her hands instead, which she quickly realized was significantly more annoying, though at least she could wipe her hands off on her rough-spun robes, provided she could ignore their general dampness.
As she surveyed the bloody hatching ground it occurred to her to wonder whose job it was to remove the blood from the sand. Was it just turned over, or did they come in and actually rinse it out with buckets, or what? That wasn't a candidate task, as far as she knew, and she was beyond grateful for that. She couldn't imagine how horrid it would be to have to clean up blood from someone she actually knew. Particularly not in the quantities that had been shed this morning.
It was good that some of the more aggressive dragonets had Impressed, Taibbi thought to herself, making an effort to push morbid thoughts of hatching ground hygiene from her mind. As she was making this concentrated effort at regaining something like a pleasant veneer for her surface thoughts, the blue hatching who had emerged from the Dementor egg slunk nearby and she gave an involuntary shudder. She could not have said why.
She turned her head and her gaze fell on the two dragons who had wounded each other in battle. She winced at the extent of their injuries, particularly at the greying of the smaller green's eyes. Her lessons had told her that heralded nothing good, and yet she could not bring herself to approach that young dragon. Her sense of self-preservation was finally rearing its head and asserting itself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 7:16 am
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