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Author Topic: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event  (Read 475 times)

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Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« on: December 09, 2017, 12:35:48 AM »
It wasn’t often that the peace of the Weyr’s morning was disturbed by much. This early, barring a Flight of some kind, things usually remained fairly still. Some riders and others would no doubt be awake, but the bulk of the day had yet to begin for the people of Pern. The sun hadn’t even properly broken over the horizon yet, the first bloody fingers of dawn staining the cold grey of the sky. Though Fort Island never grew truly frigidly cold as old Fort Weyr had, this was still a chilly morning complete with cold winds blowing in off the sea.

That otherwise gloomy stillness was shattered, though, by an alarm raised in the Bowl. Initially, when it had still been truly night, it had been quiet; the thieves raiding Beast Hall had struck swiftly, under the cover of darkness. By the time that the chickens and wherry in their coops had truly been roused, many were already dead by the talons and sharp beaks of the interlopers. Those that weren’t already screamed, cacophonous voices raised in screeches and squawks that echoed off the walls of the Bowl.

As distant and far away as the skycoursers had always seemed on their lofty mountaintops, they were damnably present and near now, raiding the Weyr’s supply of food to supplement their own. And with those Beastcrafters and Farmers first on the scene, the creatures turned on them, their whers, and their fire lizards just as viciously.

To protect whatever was left, it would be a fight.

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« Last Edit: December 09, 2017, 12:36:50 AM by SirAlahn »
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: December 09, 2017, 01:13:26 AM »
There were few things in the world that Remira got up early for. Her craft work was one of those very few things. Ever since leaving the gang life behind and becoming a crafter, there was a certain sense of purpose it gave her. Tending to tiny creatures that couldn’t otherwise fend for themselves made Remira feel... good... about herself, where as running around with the gang members had only ever been something to do.

Something that had always upset her brother for whatever reason he always seemed to be upset. At least this way she had something to do with her time, even if sometimes it involved mucking out shit – literally – and she could contribute in a wholesome way. An oddity for a very selfish girl, but Remira liked animals. Far more than she’d ever like people.

Though she was reluctant to leave the warm bed she shared with Aly, Remira did so every morning. Tossing the shirt she slept in on the bed before tugging on clothes proper for the day. A simple tunic, laced up the front with leather ties, and pants. Work clothes. She walked out of her and Aly’s room while she combed through her hair with her fingers, not wholly minding that she still looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. It took time to wake up and look pretty, but since she was just going to be mucking about with animals this morning she didn’t really put too much effort into it. Not right now. Remisk, her bouncy and ever delightful Green, was hot on her heels. Eager to get to work and even more eager to swing by the Fisher craft hall for a bite to eat.

Breakfast was important to her whers.

Ah yes. Whers. Two of them. Irask was not as thrilled as her small Green to be awake, but he trailed behind. Not willing to be left in the room alone. He was young, attached to his bonded like she was his mother even though he didn’t exactly like all the work, and would follow her around. Even if he wasn’t going to be helpful once they got where they were going.

Which was ok. Remisk made up for it all.

It was during their entry into the weyrbowl that Remira became aware that something was very, very wrong. Remisk stilled, Irask impressed upon her that there was a commotion over by the beast craft hall, trying to convey the image to her with his fragmented vision, but it didn’t really work out so well. At least he was on alert. Awake just in case he had to defend her. One of the few things that’d move the generally stoic brown to aggression.

Good thing too. Remira took off, sprinting toward the pens where the animals were kept. It wasn’t just the chickens that were in an uproar. The runners in the stable and the herdbeasts were now making it known they were not happy with the distress and commotion being caused outside.

Remira was horrified. Her eyes went wide at the monsters attacking her dear, defenseless animals. It wasn’t Remisk that reacted to her shocked panic, but the small, usually passive brown. Irask wasn’t much for work, he didn’t usually have an interest in the stupid fluffs that his bonded worked with, but as a wher he understood fighting on a very basic, very instinctual level. He launched himself at the nearest wherry with claws extended and mouth open, intending to pin the creature to the ground.

The wherry was far faster, but he at least scarred it away.

No, no, no! There was so much blood and feathers and clumps of fur...! Remira didn’t know where to start, who to save... The pens were a mess, the fragile fencing torn, animals everywhere....
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: December 09, 2017, 01:56:24 AM »
Early morning and lack of sleep was a perpetual state for Keassa now that she had a baby. Not a place she ever thought she’d be in again and the Healers had all but promised her that this would be her last.

In the dark hours of the morning, she was very glad for that. Not that Keassa wasn’t very much in love with her babe, or thankful, but she’d forgotten how much babies could cry sometimes. What a way to be reminded! Not that it really stopped her from doing her work with the crafthall or getting up to do it. Keassa was lucky to have the family she did – the daughters she had. Ysmie had been all over helping take care of the little babe when Keassa wished to spend some of her time with her craft hall.

Not nearly as much as she used to, of course. Keassa had raised all of her kids prior and would do the same for this newest addition to the family. But since the craft hall was still struggling to stand on its own, she didn’t exactly feel right leaving it completely. So she allowed Ysmie to ‘babysit’ for a couple hours in the morning while she went in, checked over schedules, charts, and looked over her runners.

It should be a quick look in and step out. Eventually, when the babe was old enough, Keassa would just bring them along.

After dressing, Keassa didn’t even make it across the Weyrbowl before something was terribly, horrifically wrong. Braveheart poured a flood of images into her mind – relaying the mess of the coup, the rabbit pens, the wherry that were still actually attacking. Not that her flit got close. He instinctively knew better and unless pressed to do something about it, Braveheart wasn’t going to. He was a scout, eyes for Keassa, and that was about it.

Her wher, however... Keassa shifted her babe to one arm and deftly pulled off the cloth from his face. As much as she didn’t want to involve Disucsk since he only had one good eye, there was no way she could just... stand off to the side while the Beast Craft animals were attacked. Keassa darted off toward the Fisher’s Hall so she could drop off her babe with Ysmie, then she could get involved herself.

Disucsk, being a big brown wher very familiar with the Craft Hall and those that worked there, didn’t need Keassa to direct him here. He moved to the coup and chased off two Wherry that had been perched on a corpse of a chicken. They fled from his bulk, screeching in protest. There, the big Brown stationed himself near the coup so that at least the remains of the broken and battered building would be protected so that the scattered and fleeing chickens had some place to be put when they could be saved.


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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: December 09, 2017, 02:28:07 AM »
Much like all the other beastcrafters, farmers and kitchen staff, there were very few days Omenya didn’t beat the sun to rise. And given Yannusesk’s penchant for light and uneasy sleep, and her own penchant for sleeping with the curtain to her small weyr open, not many people are ever up before Omenya and her troop. 

Yannusesk was awake before she was, instantly up and in front of the weyr opening the moment the screeching of terrified and dying animals began. Omenya moved a little slower, but only because she needed to follow her routine exactly. Her flits chittered nervously; Smokey, for once, hating the noise the seemed to reverberate through the narrow caverns off to the north west of the weyrbowl, and Red hating the uncertainty of where the danger was coming from.

As her last steps, Omenya scooped up Smokey to put into her sleeve, and Red on her shoulder as usual, moving to push Yannusesk’s overlarge Brown head out of her way so she could sprint into the weyrbowl. Although she could hear the sounds from the animals, she hesitated at the cavern opening for a moment. The bees were her responsibility, for the most part, even if she wasn’t a Journeyman yet.

Thankfully, Omenya thought fast and acted quick, there were very few things that could cause her mind to stall for long. Tapping Yannusesk’s head three times and pointed off towards the beast pens, and the Brown took off fast towards the cries and smell of blood. Omenya darted in the other direction, skidding to a stop around the bee hives to look for damage or death. Omenya was meticulous in her inspections, she had to be, she could help the others when she was done.

Much like Disucsk, Yannusesk needed no direction more than a pointed finger. He had always been protective, and he’d always been ready to place himself in the way of threats to his family and his charges; feathered, furred or human. The larger Brown beat him to the coup, so he turned towards the larger beast pens, snapping at every wherry that came close, he couldn’t smell much blood there, but if the larger beasts got scared enough, bad things happened.

He could keep them in line at least, and be happy to crush any of the wherry that thought they could swoop down to the smaller woolbeasts. 
« Last Edit: December 09, 2017, 02:30:21 AM by Omenya »

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: December 09, 2017, 03:18:47 AM »
No. No, no, no, no, no. Kyareena was not in the mood for shit today, but as Kyarsk’s eyes turned bloodred on their way out to the weyrbowl for the first round of chores before the rest of the Weyr could wake and make unnecessary bodies in the Bowl, Kya knew this day was not going to be simple. Hadn’t she lost enough sleep and gone through enough stress recently? With Kyarsk’s clutch hatching so close to another Gold’s run and the bamboo shoots needing to be tended to everyday with the changing of the season to the harsher weather, she’d had enough recently. And as they both drew closer on hurried steps, Kya was not in the mood for the screeching she could hear in the caverns.

Kyarsk growled low as Kya went to step forward to where she could hear screaming, but the young farmer wasn’t often one to be tempered, especially not this early in the morning. Not quite in charge of her legs, she moved faster and faster towards the sounds. She wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t the sight she was greeted with.

What on Pern? Wherries? Wherries and blood and… feathers? Even through the confusion, Kya still moved forward, only stopping to avoid a swooping skycourser. It was then she realised just how big they were. The largest of these would come right up to her chest… she’d never seen one anywhere near this close to her.

Her Gold stuck close to her side, the wher larger than any of the birds, almost level with Kyareena’s shoulders, but just as perturbed as her handler as to what exactly was happening. She could smell the blood in the air, the screeches of the remaining birds grating directly on her nerves, and a tendril of fear creeping up her spine from the bond with her handler. The Gold wasn’t happy about any of it.

Her flits all appeared from their various morning places, most of them still being in bed, at the confusion and fear from Kyareena. It wasn’t a good idea, and Kya’s first instinct was to send them back away… if she had enough time.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: December 09, 2017, 04:38:47 PM »
It was surreal, stepping towards the smaller animal pens where the avians that had not yet been massacred screamed their pain and fear. Tayvelle had never heard them make such sounds, mostly because any beast selected for consumption was taken from their respective groups and killed by their hand or a dragons.

This...?

Well.

"Blue. Go to the kitchens. I'm sure you'll be able to cajole some sweets out of someone there."

She wasn't late to the bloodbath per-say. But in her turns studying what was known about Skycourser, a tiny blue firelizard wouldn't likely be much of a challenge for one of the predatory wherries. The flit in question hummed softly in response, eyes whirling red-orange with the faintest bit of fear at the beasts who's attention shifted to the farmers and herders who were now streaming forward.

For all he was young, however, he soon meted out the order, swinging a small loop as if to see if perhaps he would be asked to stay before blinking between.

The moment she finished speaking to him, however, Tayvelle's attention shifted to her wher. The hulking beast had gone quiet for perhaps the first time in his life, the constant mental feedback ceasing as he tried to come to terms with what little he could see, head tilting every so often as he tried to hear better.

"Right then Tavlesk. We gotta get to the flock. Stay close." She said trying to figure out the best way to actually do that. The Skycoursers had turned from their pillaging once the first of the crafters arrived, and seemed to care little for who they attacked. It seemed simple enough to get to the woolbeast, but the terrifying wherries may prove... complicated.

Tavlesk was more than capable of holding his own. But Tayvelle had literally just the clothes on her back to protect her. The What's would be a sufficient weapon. But entering the fray with nothing on her did not seem like the intelligent thing to do. So with a short command for Tavlesk to go and guard the woolbeast, she turned towards the nearest structure.

Tavlesk skitted off at the order, his mental chatter picking up as he charged off. His need to defend the flock was most prevalent, but rage flitted through when a skycourser stepped too close, snapping at the beasts to keep them at bay before continuing on.

The presence of an older Brown Wher threw him off his game, the alarm at an intruder fading quickly as he recognised Yannusesk. They had chased the same where's a couple of times, and while he was competition he was known. He barked a greeting, the sound switching to a soft croon as he caught the familiar, almost overpowering whiff of woolbeast and finally a low growl as he switched to full guard. Without Tayvelle there to guide him, and with the sun already in the sky, he had only his hearing to help him locate any intruders. He could only hope (so far as where's could hope) that he could react quickly to any intruders.

Tayvelle, meanwhile, had managed to locate a pitchfork, wielding it menacingly as she stepped out of the shed. Tavlesk's chatter kept her in the know with regard to his position, and with no immediate threat among their woolbeast, she turned to the more pressing issue. Rescuing the surviving chickens and wherries from their terrible cousins.

She didn't bother jeering. It seemed redundant when they couldn't understand, instead charging at the nearest one with the tongs forward, trying to impale the beast without much concern for whether the 'weapon' would be capable of such. The temptation to call Tavlesk back was great, the large wher seeming like a useful creature to have by her side in light of the size of their enemy, but the woolbeast were their priority. Besides, Tavlesk would be too divided to be as useful as he could be if his woolbeast were left unprotected.

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« Last Edit: December 09, 2017, 04:44:09 PM by Tayvelle »

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: December 09, 2017, 04:49:09 PM »
Elrost wandered in the early morning light across the Weyr Bowl towards the barn, one of the few beastcrafters awake in the early hours of the morning, getting up before the sun to let the beasts out to roam for the day.

It was Ellsk's building distress that alerted him first to the fact that something was wrong, and even despite his limp he quickened his step. Harrier swooping overhead, large, golden wings taking her quickly to scout out the barn for what trouble the green had alerted them both to. Ellsk had always been the one who understood the animal, Harrier just watched over them.

Very quickly though, Elrost's fast walk broke into a dead tilt towards the barn, as Harrier's pierced his mind with an image of talons and blood. Broken chickens and rabbits strewn across the barn he had left so tidily the night before. Another image, huge winged wherries, talons outstretched in Harrier's direction, beaks covered in the blood of the smaller avians they had just dispatched.

"Ellsk!" He yelled as he ran, finger pointed fiercely down where they stood, the order to stay explicit despite his fear. Harrier had already thrown herself into the fray, as she had done so many times before with other wherries, at least he could prevent Ellsk from getting too hurt.

She clumsily halted her loping run, stopping a dragonlength or so from the fray, near to where the herdbeasts were stationed, and crying out worriedly as she had to watch her two bonded's rush into a cacophony of flying feathers and blood.

Charging down a wherry perched on a bucket, eyeing some of the few remaining creatures hungrily, he batted at it with large hands, not worrying about the slashes his forearms received in response as the wherry battered its wings in alarm and took off out the doorway.
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: December 09, 2017, 05:04:02 PM »
Nieve’s morning routine always tended to bleed over into a little bit of craftwork, a little bit of drudgework, and then ended up somewhere in the crowded kitchen amongst the weyr staff. It was her turn to haul fresh shavings out to the livestock pens this morning, to collect the eggs that had been set aside for breakfast, and then return to the caverns to spend the rest of the day toiling.

Stepping into the open air of the weyrbowl was always a highlight of her day, even if the time spent outside was brief. Nieve was accompanied by her firelizard, Lovely, as usual. The gold had developed a kind of prowl that carried her through the tight underground quarters more easily than flight and this morning she was in full strut across the ground. It was her keen hearing and senses that let the both of them know something was not quite right.

Recoiling with a hiss, Lovely whipped her head skyward. Nieve followed her line of sight to see the large avians overhead. The gold recalled her wings and launched herself up. She was a territorial beast, borderline feral due to Nieve’s antisocial existence. She was also a hunter and she knew these creatures were encroaching on and robbing her own territory. Lovely cut toward the nearest skycourser, in it for the kill. Her shriek of rage gave away any element of surprise.

Nieve was less decisive. She ducked toward the nearest structure and took a moment to survey the massacre by the dim light of the morning. The entire area stank of blood and fear. Normally, she’d be pleased to see another disaster striking the weyr, but she was slightly appalled with herself in thinking that now. This wasn’t something that just affected riders or holders, this was a blow to them all.

She cleared her head and, perhaps fueled by Lovely’s anger, moved with purpose. There was surviving livestock but the hunt was still on. They had to act quickly if they wanted to recover anything at all. She overturned the bags of shavings that she’d been carrying and dashed out to the nearest living creature. A bunny. The thing was paralyzed with fear, an easy target. Fortunately, it was Nieve that scooped it up and popped it in her bag. It’d die another day, certainly, but for now it was safe.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: December 10, 2017, 01:36:00 AM »
The sun was still creeping over the horizon, the first of the stark red rays beginning to lash across the sky and turn it the pale blue before true morning. Lighting up the weyr bowl so it’d both be harder for the whers to see and easier for their human bonded to see just what the skycoursers had been up to.

The coup had been broken into and the chickens inside had scattered. Perhaps that had been what had saved them. The wherry were vicious, unforgiving hunters but the chicken, in their panic, had scattered. The rabbit were even faster once their pens had been torn open, allowing them some manner of freedom. Not to say that there wasn’t a fair share of scattered, bloody, half eaten corpses to greet the earliest of crafters to arrive on the scene.

Neither were the wealth of wherry that had arrived to feast done. It was as though the smell of blood and the screech of prey animals had summoned the rest on the island. Any Jungle Rider could then attest – taking prey from a skycourser was not something anyone would willfully do without the backup of a dragon. The hungriest of wherry would harass a dragon in midflight to try and steal a kill.

Human and wher posed no such threat. Granted, a lot of wher surprised and were able to scare off some wherry from their kills on the ground, only for the skycourser to dive back down, raking at the wher’s face and back with their hooked claws. Attempting to drive away the competition from the easy meals.

The crafters were less of a concern. Whether armed with unwieldy farming tools or not, the skycoursers were quick and just as eager to drive the humans from their desired food source. Diving down, flaring their wings, and swiping with razor sharp talons. Generally in pairs.

There seemed to be so many of them, drawn to the spilt blood of the already slain chicken and rabbit. Skycoursers would not be driven off from an easy meal.

Especially once some of the flits joined the combat.

That quickly became apparent it was a bad idea. Fire lizards drew the collective attention of the wherry in the air like sharpfish drawn to chummed water.  Any flit in the air wasn’t looking at a fair battle – but were immediately harassed by repeated dives from the wherry trying to tear at the fragile membranes of their wings. If the fire lizard was big enough to be a concern.

Such as the bronze Obi. Larger fire lizards would find their wings to be the first thing targeted by the hooked, sharp talons of the wherry. They were dove on, slashed at, and after a pass or two, the wherry would then slam the wounded flit bodily into the ground. Hoping to use the impact to further stun the then wounded flit so a killing blow could be made.

In the case of Obi, it was textbook. He went down beneath the third wherry that slashed at him, wings torn. Unable to effectively take off. Too dazed to between. The skycourser broke his neck before Obi could come to and defensively Between.

At least he was enough of a distraction to scatter the little flits like the chickens had before.

Harrier faired only a little better. The size of a fire lizard only made them more of a target to the frenzied skycourser. Drawing attention from the chickens and rabbit, who had just been a meal and not a threat and meal, the Gold managed to chase off a surprised skycourser from a broken rabbit pen. Pursuing up into the air was a mistake, though, where she was quickly overwhelmed by the amount of wherry eager to meet her in combat.

A large skycourser connected with Harrier, fouling both of their flight. Catching its claws in her wings while snapping its hooked beak at her face, trying to go for her neck. Harrier gave as good as she got, though, hooking her hind legs in the wherry’s lower gut. Cutting and trying to disembowel. But they were hurtling toward the ground. Too fast. Instinctively, Harrier went Between with the skycourser.

To pop out of Between in Elrost’s room, over his bed, oozing ichor. Unable to fly, her wings a mess. Her face had been gnashed by the skycourser’s beak, but luckily she’d not lost her eyes. Her wings had been near shredded though mostly the right one which lay unmoving on the bed at an awkward angle. Indicating it had not only lost most of the membrane between the ‘finger’ bones, but that the main bone itself had been broken.

Lovely was just as ferocious, drawing attention to herself as any proud Gold might. Defending her territory, quick to latch on to the first wherry she connected with. Tearing into the wing membrane as they tried to do to her. She disentangled herself from it as the wherry lost altitude and fell to the ground, slamming into one of the brown wher’s guarding the coup below. Not that the wherry was in much condition to fight once it hit the ground.

One foe down, Lovely found her own flight fouled by several wherry harassing her. Diving on her and trying to slash at her wings. So she led them on a chase. Like a Flight, though she was pursued by a handful of wherry. Drawing attention away from the coup, the rabbits, if only for a brief reprieve.

If it had just been Lovely and her would be suitors, she might have won. She might have been able to out last them. To go Between and get away. But there were simply too many wherry that lashed out at her in passing and slowly, scratch by scratch, the wherry scoured a hit on her wings. Always aiming for her fragile membrane. Hoping to slow her, succeeding in inches.

That’s all they needed. A lucky break. For one of the tears to break, for one of the rips in the membrane to rend further under the stress of her desperate flight – and it did. Lovely screamed when her left wing gave out first and she instinctively went Between.

She just never popped out.

The harassment showed no sign of letting up. Why would it? The skycoursers had no concept of ‘losses’. They only saw an opportunity to eat and very little by way of dissuasion.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: December 10, 2017, 04:30:17 PM »
As dawn broke over the Weyr it would not have been unusual for J'hal to have been up and about already, with the earliest of crafters and riders, mostly for the sake of avoiding the other Weyrlings in his room going about their own morning routines. Now, in his own private ground weyr he was somewhat more inclined to slumber on for longer since there was nobody else sharing the room with him. Still, he slept lightly.

Lesserath on the other hand was all the more likely to wake early as he grew, not needing quite so much slumber as when he was still growing at an astonishing rate. Also now in a private weyr and not stuffed deep in some cavern he was developing the habit of waking as the sun rose, if only to shuffle himself out into the sunshine to doze out the morning in its earliest warmth.

Or he would have, had the smell of blood not wafted into his nostrils, rousing him further. He was hungry, today he would have fed. Sleepily, he checked on his rider to see if he was awake, if so they go now and he could feed, when the cacophony of noise drifted across the Weyrbowl. Curious, the black raised his head. He didn't have a particularly great view from the ground level weyr, but he could clearly see many firelizards flying around the beast pens in a frenzy, attacking... each other?

Those weren't all firelizards.

J'hal, he reached out to his rider, more firmly than he would necessarily this early in the morning, a sense of disquiet rapidly building, something is wrong. He hauled himself to his feet, craning his neck upwards for a better view. Many things, people and whers and smaller animals, were running around, shouting and screaming.

"You wha'?" J'hal mumbled, rolling over just in time to see the shadow of his dragon take off from outside. He was jolted more fully to consciousness when Maya, thinking that she'd get a share in Lesserath's breakfast, leapt off of the pillow beside him to pursue the black outside. Where you going?

I'm going to have a look, Lesserath replied, gaining himself a little height before swooping low around the feeding pens. Something's attacking the feeding pens, he returned, confused? Flying wherries attacking wherries? Since when did their dinner turn on itself? His confusion very quickly turned to anger however, as one of the coursers spotted Maya, diving at the little green. Lesserath barked in alarm, not having expected dinner to be attacking him and his flitter, giving the green a split second's warning to between before the wherry would have collided with her. She emerged in their weyr, clinging to her bare chested human in a panic, screeching at the top of her lungs.

There was no chance that J'hal would sleep through that. He cried out himself, grabbing at the green and dragging her claws off of himself before they could dig any more holes in his skin. What the fuck's going on out there? Rolling off of the bed, he quite firmly deposited the frightened green back on the pillow with a command of "stay!" before dashing to the weyrbowl, skidding to a halt in the emerging sunshine.

Wherries! Lesserath answered, snapping at the creature that zoomed through the space where Maya had been but missing. He looked around for more, finding them all around, in the air and on the ground, crouching over small corpses. They're eating our food! That was enough to rile the black up fully. He bellowed at them as he swung around for another pass, eyes red and intent on ending the beasts that were stealing what little food he had to share with the rest of the Weyr.
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: December 13, 2017, 01:40:01 PM »
Rinneir was up early, as usual, enjoying a run in the quiet Weyrbowl. Or it would have been a quiet morning if Barrago hasn't decided to glide along with her, chattering away. When he was tired of flying, the tiny blue planned on Rin's shoulder and curled around her neck. His chattering quieted down to soft creaky sounds, but remained just as constant. The inky flit was obnoxiously endearing or endearingly obnoxious- either way.

Half way past the fields Barrago perked up and Rin could hear the animals in distress. Quickly the green rider altered course and was cutting through the crops for the pens. She projected an image of her knife sheathed with her riding gear to the flit, then one of him giving it to her. He squeaked acknowledgement and hopped off her shoulder to go between and retrieve the blade.

By the time he was back, Rin was just at edge of the fields closest to the chaos.  Skycoursers? She took the knife, pausing just long enough for Barrago to curl himself securely around her neck, before running in to slash at the nearest courser before it could catch one of the scattered chickens. Both she and Barrago yelled and screeched to try to help scare off the wild creatures.

Rinneir reflexively ducked as a black dragon dove low to chase the aggressive wild wherries. //Deyith-- mine-- come down and help! Skycoursers are attacking the animal pens! One of the blacks is here already.//

The mossy green laughed as she swooped over her bonded, eyes swirling with a mix of excitement, amusement at her human and flit, and slight undertones of worry and anger. I saw Mini get your knife, mine. I figured you needed me. Lesserath, I'm here to help, too, Deyith made sure the other dragon knew she was in the same space so they both could be more aware and not run into each other.

//Just watch your wings, Dey; that's what they're going after on the flits.// Rin spotted a courser going for another human that tried to interrupt its hunt, so she ran over to be interference. That way, the unarmed person could rescue critters without worrying as much about the predators.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2017, 01:53:42 PM »
So set on the task at hand was she that Lovely was an afterthought in Nieve’s mind. She was bolting this way and that, herding and wrangling what animals she could and then also piling the obvious carcasses off to the side. Hopefully someone would collect them, the meat could still be used if it hadn’t been spoiled by stomach matter. It took a solid “thunk” of something hitting the ground for her to look up and see the plight of her Gold, as well as several other flits that had tried their small hands at defending the weyr.

Nieve watched with a sort of dumbfounded, slightly unattached expression. She felt Lovely’s anger, her pain, her ego-fueled flight. Nieve tried to recall her, tried to tell her to get out of the sky but the firelizard was single-minded. Maybe if she hadn’t ever been injured she would’ve listened, but the creature now had some naive need for revenge. There were too many following her now to face them head on, though, and in her aggravated state this felt like the only option. Maybe, too, if Lovely spent more time flying in the sky rather than crawling through tunnels she could’ve outpaced them.

The pain of her wing membrane giving away was a dull ache in the pit of Nieve’s stomach. The Gold screamed, the girl screamed with her. Her sole companion these last few months disappeared into empty air and Nieve knew she would not come back.

She stood there for a moment longer before her directive changed. Nieve sprinted toward the nearest tool, whatever semi-ranged thing she could find. One hand grasped her boot knife, the other brandished the spade she found. She put herself back into the open, shouting insults up at the skycoursers.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: December 13, 2017, 02:06:58 PM »
D'mir wasn't a lazy man by any means, but he did enjoy the occasional sleep in, and while Keassa may have had to be up and about before Rukbat had started shining on the weyrbowl, the Bronze Rider wasn't quite as inclined to rise with her. He did attempt to coax her back into bed, though it was still far too early to argue with her reasoning and it was with an over the top sigh that he rolled over while she got herself ready. W'sar was not one to let his riders slack off once they returned to the weyr, but there was still a couple more hours before he was expected to carry on with the days tasks.

By the time she disappeared with their daughter, the bronzer was fast asleep, perfectly content to rely on Gorgeous and Bren to wake him up when the time came for him to get ready. The first day back at Southern Winds was always the hardest for him.

The additional slumber was short lived, as whatever he was dreaming about was shattered by a barrage of sound, accompanied by a foreign mind pressing image after image of the chaos unfolding at the other end of the weyrbowl.

Thianorth didn't need Braveheart's message to understand something was wrong, immediately unfurling himself from his legs and turning to look outside, towards where his bonded's mate had disappeared not too long ago. His eyes whirled angrily, a warning rumble thrumming from his belly as he tried to make sense of the figures in the distance. They were under attack. Not by thread, but by… wherries?

"Yes, yes-I know. Thank you, Braveheart. I'm moving." D'mir growled, irritation masking the fear as he flung the covers off him, waving a hand to shoo Braveheart as he swung in for another dive, not entirely happy with the speed with which D'mir moved. Go, Thianorth. Make sure Keassa's OK and help where you can. He added to his partner as he located his clothing, making sure to slip the small dagger into place before instructing his firelizards to stay put. There was no need to tell Braveheart the same, the brown having settled down once he was satisfied D'mir wasn't going to dawdle.

Very well. Thianorth confirmed while D'mir pulled his clothes on, not bothering to check to make sure D'mir was certain that's what he wanted to do. They had plenty of time to understand eachother, and the direction to leave was as much to do with Thianorth's irritation at waiting than D'mir's desire to ensure his weyrmate was safe.

While D'mir dressed, Thainorth took to the sky, loping awkwardly for a moment to gain momentum before he was airborne. He didn't delay himself further by taking stock of what was happening, reaching out to Keassa first, to make sure he could reassure D'mir of her safety before he would set out to deter the large wherries from further carnage. Do you require our assistance? He asked the beastcrafter, voice rolling with every bit of self-assuredness the bronze possessed. Required or not, Thianorth would not leave until the wherries had scattered, and he would try to keep an eye on Keassa and the brown wher who shared their living space when they were home, despite the risk to his own self that may cause. D'mir had dealt with enough loss in his life. He would not allow these overgrown wherries to cause another.

He turned his attention to the closest of the beasts then, diving after one of the many firelizards that had entered the fray despite the danger to their significantly smaller bodies. It was not hard to see the coloured corpses that decorated the bowl - firelizards who had not made it between before their lives gave out. While not the primary goal, as he dove after the wherry in much the same way he would dive on a herdbeast for a meal, there was always the possibility his actions would save the smaller creature.

D'mir was there shortly after, ready to defend the remaining critters from further blows to their population. They needed to maintain at least some of the breeding stock... it would not do to lose such a precious resource to some Wherries with a mean streak.

He didn't need to tell his dragon what he was doing, trusting the Bronze to do what needed to be done as D'mir made his way towards Keassa. It didn't take a genius to figure out what needed to be done. Despite everything that was happening and the fact he would not be getting his (brief) sleep in, he flashed his weyrmate a bright smile.

"Catch 'em and take 'em to Disuscsk?" He asked her, voice dropping for his next question, "Demissa?" It was unnecessary, really, since nothing on Keassa's face suggested anything horrific outside of the feeding frenzy, but he couldn't quite resist asking just in case. He had sired his share of children before, but this one was different, and as silly a question it may be - considering Keassa would have made sure she was safe - he found a knot in his chest loosening only once her safety was confirmed. At least he could see his mate and her wher.

He wasn't as jungle rider. He didn't have experience taking down the large Wherries. Not was he a beastcrafter, with knowledge, however vague, about the Skycoursers. He was a fighter, however, and he would do his best to keep his family, and his home safe. 

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: December 14, 2017, 04:35:29 AM »
Getting Demissa dropped off was first. The little girl couldn’t be apart of the mess this morning. Not for the first time, Keassa was eternally grateful to Ysmie for being willing to take the babe while she took care of business for her craft hall. She’d just have wished it wasn’t for something so wildly outlandish. Wherry attacks? Keassa hadn’t gotten a good look as she’d darted across the weyrbowl toward the fisher’s rooms, but they’d been big wherry.

She wasn’t well versed in all the knowledge of her craft hall, but she was betting skycoursers. They were the only thing that were mean enough, and didn’t frighten easily, that would come into the weyrbowl if they were hungry. Apparently the lure of the chicken coop and rabbit pens had been too much.

Keassa ran back into utter chaos. Thankfully, after Braveheart had gotten D’mir to get moving, he’d remained away. Keassa might not recall much about skycoursers, but the various flit bodies around reminded her – and told her – that fire lizards were not the way to combat them. Wher and dragon were going to be the weapon of choice.

Speaking of dragon. Thianorth couldn’t have arrived at a better time. When he asked if he required their assistance, she nearly laughed aloud with relief. It was still odd to her being able to talk to a dragon, but she was thankful to have him in her life in that moment. Keassa gestured to the rabbit pens and chicken coup with her hands, where she was presently making her way. //If you can get the skycourser out of the air around there, that’d be great. Noise should help scatter them.// And wake the rest of the damned weyr. She didn’t care at this point.

They were losing food after all.

Keassa rounded up a handful of apprentices on her way to the destroyed coup, some of which had armfuls of animals. Even better. Those that didn’t she directed to the barn for supplies – any manner of tools so they could get the coup in better shape so the animals had a place to go for safety.

Then, suddenly, D’mir was there. His smile invariably tugged one on her face despite everything. She was eternally grateful he was there, even if he was functioning on little rest. “Yeah, save what animals you can. Don’t fight the skycoursers – they’re going to be faster and meaner than you are. Bring them to me and the apprentices.” When he asked about their daughter, Keassa leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and she was moving again. She called over her shoulder as she did though, still smiling. “She’s with Ysmie.”

It would be futile for people to actually fight the damned wherry. They should save what they could, use the wher to drive the animals off, and fix the coup. That’s what Keassa was going to do with her growing army of apprentices. Anyone she saw standing around in shock, terror, or otherwise making themselves useless were quickly pulled into her wake.

Anyone who thought to fight the skycoursers with some manner of tool was welcomed to do so. She had Disucsk for that and she knew... well, the wherry were big and had far more claws than she did.

Disucsk, for only having one eye, wasn’t going to be able to accurately bite at them. But he didn’t need to. He was big, he looked scary, and that was enough to keep the wherry from the coup. Especially when he wasn’t the only wher there.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: December 14, 2017, 04:46:07 AM »
Remira wasn’t any good at fending off the wherry, but she invariably ended up crawling around and collecting what she could keep safe. Remisk escorted her around the bloody slaughter, dashing around and picking up a chick in her mouth, only to run back and deposit it in Remira’s shaking hands.

Then Remisk would run off to try and collect another of the tiny animals. Remira herself could barely move. She didn’t really know what to do except try and save the animals. With the coup in shambles and the pens destroyed, she ended up crawling over to the remains of one rabbit pen and using that to shield the one chick Remisk had brought to her and the rabbit she’d collected herself.

Two. She had two. Irask stood guard, a tiny brown bristling menace that didn’t really scare any of the skycoursers but he stood near the ruined pen that Remira had used to create a make shift shelter.

Remisk brought her three bunnies and two more chicks, all of which she stuffed under the pen she was using to keep them safe. The animals were trembling, the bunnies eyes were wide with terror. The chicks were screeching in fear. But she’d saved them. They were going to be ok. They’d be safe.

When Keassa arrived and started collecting people to fix the coup, Remira hollered that she had animals, but she couldn’t move them. Not that many on her own. She was too worried about their safety, about them getting picked off. But if they were going to fix the coup, that would be good. Already, there were others arriving with tools to do just that.

Remira would just wait. Sitting on the ground, next to her broken pen that shielded her small collection of chicken and rabbit, she hoped the damned wherry would go away soon. Now that there were dragon arriving, maybe they would. 
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: December 14, 2017, 05:51:43 AM »
Every jungle rider had a dozen or so stories they could share, often over a cup of klah or alcohol, about the times they’d been harassed by a skycourser. At the time of telling, the story is generally one of amusement. Out in the jungle, however, when it’s actually happening, a skycourser can be quite obnoxious for even a dragon to deal with.

They aren’t scavenger wherry, or the prey wherry that the Jungle Rider’s hunt. They, themselves, are predator in kind. Quick, mean, and up until the people had arrived on the island, the top predators in the sky.

When Thianorth, Deyith, and Lesserath arrived, the wherry did scatter from the dragon. Keeping their distance and scooping up what prey they could carry off. Fully aware that they couldn’t fight a dragon. Only annoy and pester. 

Not to say the rest of the skycourser were done. With some flit in the air, the agile wherry simply avoided the larger dragon to dart after their smaller cousin. Fire lizards had long been skycourser prey.

The various humans that thought to defend the pens and animals themselves were largely of no interest. A skycourser would only fight a person if they were forced to. So those wielding various farming tools were of no real interest to the skycoursers. They were far more interested in the flits in the sky and dodging the dragons that had arrived.

Thankfully, as the sky was beginning to lighten up into true morning blues, there did seem to be less of them. Most likely because so many had already carried of their meal for the day.

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A delay in getting this updated, but just because the forum update went WOO.

Anyways, I can do another post should anyone get themselves in more trouble but with dragons arriving and no more flits in the air... It looks like everyone seems to be safe.  :para:
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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: December 14, 2017, 02:35:39 PM »
Elrost stood stock still, as he felt the billowing of pain in his mind, turning his head around the hall to search for Harrier, but her saw her Gold hide nowhere in sight. But she was still there, still in his mind, still... present for now. The extent of the pain that coursed through his body through no large and visible injury of his own made that one simply fact fairly evident.

But where was she? Every time he tried to push into her mind, to talk to her, to get her to just tell him where she was, her mind fogged away from him. The pain too much for her to concentrate on sending an image back to her.

"Shards." He swore as dragons started to fly overhead, and the crafthall suddenly came sharply back to view. Keassa was here. No baby. Good, that was good. Remira was huddling on the floor, shouting out about animals and moving, and he feet spurred him in that direction. He wanted to find Harrier. To run about the Weyr searching for her likely broken and bleeding body, but these bodies needed safety too.

"Remira." He said with a softness that the rest of his body did not at all feel, his thick frame leaning over her to shield any more potential attacks. "Give me some beasts. You stay here to hold them." Elrost would hide them under his shirt, soft bodies protected by his own to shuttle them in reasonable safety back to coop. "You've done well Remira." Better than he had. He'd barely saved a thing, and potentially lost Harrier in the process. "You've done well." One hand outstretched towards her, as the room seemed to quieten, the wherries seemed occupied higher up in the sky, by dragons and firelizards alike, leaving their prey alone for the time being.

Ellsk? He reached out for the green. Harrier. An image of the Gold went from the mind of Handler to wher. Find.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: December 14, 2017, 11:54:36 PM »
Thianorth simply rumbled his understanding of Keassa's words, turning in the direction she gestured and setting his sights on a wherry making a dive for one of the surviving creatures. The rumble grew quickly as he announced his approach, the sound he made more for the sake of noise, as the woman had suggested, than anything meaningful. It worked to distract the large wherry, enough that Thianorth could close the gap and attempt to snap at the beast. But he was slow, and unused to trying to take down a wherry that could defend itself, the cunning creature simply pausing long enough for Thianorth to commit to the movement before dropping out of view. When the bronze changed direction to reset his attach on the skycourser, he was met with little resistance, a harsh noise sounding in response to the rumbling roar he continued to voice as it climbed higher before swinging towards the jungle.

There was no need to give chase, and more skycoursers to deal with, though not nearly as many as when he had first arrived. Possibly because there were more dragons joining in now that an alarm had been raised though Thianorth would be hard pressed to suggest their decreasing number was because of anything except his own, valiant efforts. He didn't stray far from the coup though, knowing that was where he was needed, bellowing at the wherries that thought they could dive beneath him and chasing those that decided to do just that. He may not be agile like the smaller dragons but Faranth help the skycourser that he managed to catch.

D'mir didn't quite manage such a seamless transition from speaking to Keassa to carrying out her instructions. Instead he found himself dumbfounded by the smile she gave him, completely oblivious for the moment that their food supply was in serious danger. Demissa was safe. And Keassa… well… There were many reasons he'd given up his status in the weyr for her. That he'd risked the wrath of Kalestath and Halirina themselves. For this woman who singlehandedly saved runnerbeasts, and so easily took control of a dangerous situation. Sure the followers she amassed were apprentices, already used to answering to her orders. But it didn't lesson the fact that she was so… well… strong.

He breathed in deeply, giving one final glance towards his weyrmate before looking for the nearest animal. Round them up, don't fight the skycoursers and bring them to the coup Disuscsk was protecting. Easy enough. Not so much with the noise Thianorth and hi skin were making, but it keep the skycoursers off the ground… That helped. Now it was just trying to figure out how to wrangle the smaller creatures. A chicken bolted past, flapping it's wings in a futile attempt to fly and paying no mind to the corpses of its fellow avians as it shrieked it's terror, and so became the first target for capture.

It was tiny. A fact that should have made it easier, but despite the skill with which the Predatory Wherries had managed to pick them off, h wasn't quite as… nimble? In the end it was sheer luck that had his hands closing around the bulk of the chook, one wing managing to escape as he tried to lift it up to his chest to keep it pinned there. He couldn't fathom how people were managing to handle more than one at a time, and while it pained him to admit it, there were certainly people of more use there than him. Btu still. One chicken was more than none, and once he'd managed to get it's wing tucked against his chest, he found it much easier to shuffle it towards the makeshift coup.

He managed to get it into the confines of the coup, apprentices working hastily to try and make sure none of the recovered animals could escape. He didn't linger though, moving away to find another of the scattered beasts, summoning over a straggler of his own to make it harder for them to escape. The easier ones were the ones still frozen in fear, but as the skycoursers started to dwindle in numbers, the panic gave life to many of them, and he needed as much help as he could get trying to cut them off before they got too far to be retrieved… Or too far to be protected from any straggling wherries.

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #18 on: December 16, 2017, 12:49:07 AM »
Cinnacai rolled restlessly in bed, her dreams tainted with splashed of red, brown and grey. Things which she couldn't quite make out in her unconscious state. When she awoke, Cinnask was not on the floor beside her cot, instead, missing from their room, and the general vicinity all together.

Reaching out with her mind, she questioned the disappearance of her green, and was met with a shockingly familiar reminder of her nightmarish dreams. She urged her green to return, not understanding the distressed half-images she was receiving.

Quickly rushing to put on clothes and boots, she sprinted from the room, exiting into the Weyrbowl, the only place she knew with the greens that had flashed in her vision. "Cinnask." Cai called sternly when keen eyes spotted the green hide, her voice only quivering slightly with the fear that something bad had happened to her wher, and she watched as the green came loping back towards her, however, with head continually cast over her shoulder to watch the place she had been.

With Cinnask finally within the safety of her arms, Cai took the time to inspect the Beastcrafthall in the distance. As she watched, dragons flew overhead, diving straight towards the barn, and large, feather bodies poured flapping from the open doors.

"What on Pern is going on here?"

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Re: Wilderness On the Doorstep [ 13.1.2591; 4:50 AM ] || Event
« Reply #19 on: December 16, 2017, 10:58:36 AM »
Remira felt hollow. Listless. And that was not normal for her. She’d dealt with thieves and thugs before. She’d stood toe to toe with murderers before. This... this somehow felt worse. Seeing the broken bodies of helpless animals around her took the gusto out of Remira in a way that nothing else did.

She huddled around the broken pen and kept her little collection safe with a single-minded determination. It was all she could bring herself to do when there were giant wherry flapping about, carrying off animals she couldn’t get to otherwise. They were too damned fast. Remisk bounced around and tried to collect a couple more.

Most of the time she was too slow. Snapping at the retreating claws of a wherry as it flapped away with a chicken. When she did snatch up something, she brought it back.

Remira wiped at her eyes when she heard someone say her name. Woodenly, she glanced up at Elrost. What he was saying made sense. More than that, having someone older than her giving her directions actually prompted her to move. Mechanically, without thought. She couldn’t think about all she hadn’t been able to save.

Carefully, Remira passed two small bunnies to the Senior crafter. They were quivering balls of fur he’d easily be able to tuck in the safety of his shirt. “I... I couldn’t...” was all she managed before shaking her head. Irask nosed at her elbow then hunkered near the broken pen to make sure none of the frightened animals tried to dart out.
Remisk Length: 2.9M | Height: 1M & Irask Length: 1.3 M | Height:  .4M | 5 months old
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