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Author Topic: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]  (Read 362 times)

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They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« on: February 09, 2018, 11:54:25 PM »
There were growing pains for Prairie Wing initially, but by now the new Riders had a pretty good idea of the schedule. Wake up early, grab a quick breakfast, then be out in the weyrbowl to begin carrying people and supplies to and from the Mine Hall. It was important for trade to flow between the two places, for people to maintain their relations, and it was good for morale.

Even on foggy, stagnant days such as this one. Where the air hung stagnant, the thick, damp fog clung to the ground, and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Visibility was poor, which was bound to put the Wingleader and Wingseconds of Prairie a bit on edge as they rounded up the newer members of their wing to ensure no one was going to Between into eachother. Organization on days like this one were key.

In particular, it was best to take off in smaller groups. Just in case, since some members were still new to inclement weather and moving as a Wing.

Landing at the base of the mountain, at the entrance to Mine Hall, didn’t make visibility any easier. If anything, the clearing work done by the Holders and Crafters seemed to have invited the fog in. As the Riders from Prairie landed in the clearing, they couldn’t even see the tree line of the jungle. Rather, eerie monoliths and casted shades of construction rose up around them. Not quite visible but darker shadows in the already thick, gray blue fog.

As half of Prairie Wing settled in the clearing in front of the great doors to the Hall, the doors started to swing open. A creaking, metal-on-metal grating sound echoes into the fog like some great behemoth beast waking from inside the mountain. Under that bass roar is the sharp sound of a dragon – a newly graduated Blue on the fringes laden with supplies – going down beneath a Bronze sized Hunter. The monster sized lizard was on the dragon, appearing out of the fog like some specter of death, before those closest could even react. Burying the smaller Blue beneath its bulk.

As the bigger dragons nearby turned to respond – to help – more specters, more hunters, began to appear out of the fog. Hungry and eager for a meal.

Spoiler for OOC:
It’s breakfast! Foggy and early, Prairie is now assaulted by Hunters charging out of the fog. :3 OOC Post here. Remember, mauling permissions apply here. ^_^ You post, fun things get to happen. Please include a number between 1-20 with your post. 8D
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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #1 on: February 10, 2018, 05:33:44 AM »
It was quite... pleasant, to have such a Wingleader and fellow second which he felt confident in. Knowing that whilst he rose in formation with the first half of Prairie Wing, that there was no question the other half would be well observed. With the recently graduated Weyrlings still only new to the Wing, it was a time of adjustment for Prairie Wingers to be sure. But one that they all, or at least they all should, be used to by now, the turns on Fort Island had forced the wing to be adaptable but strong, reliable but accepting. Regardless, it seemed that there would always be those who lingered a bit too far on the sidelines, just slightly off formation, at least for a while.

The three of them had been keeping tabs on their new members, and their old ones too for that matter. Unpredictable as the winter weather on the island was, it wouldn't do for them to be lax in their procedure, not with their wing doing the constant shuttle service back and forth from the Mine Hall.

He grimaced at the fog which crept across the exposed outer Hold, and quickly schooled his expression, let one of his wingriders see how the lack of visibility unnerved him. As their dragons settled, the thick fog swirled upwards, dragged by the pull of each dragon's wingsails, and K'rez had to squint for a moment to check the formation of even the rider's closest to him in the confusion.

And that's when it all went to shit.

The cry of the blue rang out across the fields, and K'rez vaulted back onto Denoth's back for a better view, attempting to see over the lumps of dragon hide and human heads. "Denoth." He warned warily, and the brown let him in on the message he was sending to Z'tai, his fellow second and the wingleaders of Beach and Jungle. Simple, short, urgent. Hunter Attack. Front Entrance.

They'd have to be aware where they jumped between to the wing's rescue. As dragon's around him took to the sky, hoping for a better vantage point with which to beat back their attackers, the sky was filled with fog, wings, and screams.

With little urging, Denoth beat forward, diving into the fray, placing his own body between a Hunter and one of the smaller, newer greens, claws outstretched and ready, K'rez pulling his knife, for what little it could do for them, from it's sheath.

Spoiler for OOC:
Anyone can be the new Prairie green he's near if they like, I have no plans for it :3
EDIT: Number 2
« Last Edit: February 10, 2018, 03:36:28 PM by K'rez »

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #2 on: February 11, 2018, 11:28:36 PM »
Spoiler for Hidden:
Said somewhere to include a 1-20 so 2.
Also I feel this post requires a bit of apology. I'm out of practice I guess.

Rinneir was entirely too chipper for so early on such a dreary day. Of course, she was usually too chipper too early for most people, regardless of the weather.
Maybe because of her regular early mornings and the lower temperatures that came with them, the greenrider still found weather like today's refreshing rather than cold.

Her dragon, however was not so tolerant. Why did people have to split up and make the mine hall? This shuttling is horrible.

/I know you don't like it, mine. It should only be a couple more trips for today,/ Rin placated Deyith silently. /At least the wing is getting better at formations...I think.../

The fog seemed thicker when they landed outside the mine hall on the other side of between. It swirled and created odd shapes, even seeming to distort sound as the dragons tucked their wings and riders shifted. Rin was just hopping down from her saddle when the blue near her screamed.

Hunters! Heart leaping into her throat, Rinneir spun on her heel, drawing her knife almost reflexively. She didn't want to turn her back to the beasts, but she also wasn't exactly a match for them either.
Rinneir, let's go! The green extended her claws and her wings, ready to take off as soon as her bonded came back. A great shadow dove from the foggy sky to intercept the hunter heading for Deyith and Rinneir, giving the greenrider the chance she needed to leap back into the saddle.

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #3 on: February 12, 2018, 12:59:44 AM »
Bluerider Faennilin
Age:
2572//19
Rank: Prairie Rider
Physical Description:
Faennilin has dark brown skin, hair and eyes. Her hair is curly, cropped into a short bob that is cool in Summer, and often the edges of it are pulled properly out of her face by a leather thong. She’s thin, bordering obscenely so, but has a girlish air that makes her seem fairy-like. Proud to be a rider like so many generations of her family, she’s always in her riding leathers unless absolutely necessary to be in other clothes, in which she’ll just grab whatever fits from siblings, friends, or Wingmates.
Personality:
Delightful, Airheaded, Emotional
Backstory:
Faennilin is a lovely person in general, if a bit airheaded. She’ll never leave Prairie in all likelihood, which doesn’t bother her in the slightest, she’s still a rider and that’s all she ever hoped for. Ferrying people back and forth from the Minehall is a great way to meet new and interesting people and talk about crafts she never had an interest in before. All riders have to be prepared to face Hunters, but watching a fellow Pairie member fall, and fall without any warning, is a harsh reminder of your own mortality. Petrified beyond reasonable thought, Faennilin is acting on muscle memory and shared instinct with her Blue.
Intended Outcome:
Severe Injury pretty please (I actually like her more than I was expecting so I might not kill her… very sad I know.)



"Diving down to land in the cleared space by the Minehall, the fog didn’t seem so worrying from above. It gave the island an air of mystery, of magic. Sure, some of the newbies out of weyrlinghood needed watching as they got the feel of their new Wing, but Fae didn’t mind, Prairie was home to her. It was only after landing, the heavy footfalls of half a wing dropping in organised parts like drumbeats of a canon song, that the ominous feeling settled in the stomachs of those around Fannilin and her Blue.

Not liking the press of the thick grey towards her, blocking her vision of those dragonpairs on the outside of the group, Fae flapped her hands at the nearest tendril. The wind seemed to move too slowly from her to push the fog back, and she crossed her arms with a pout. Spotting one of her wing members giving her a questioning look at her somewhat childish antics, she shrugged and said, “it’ll make my hair frizzy.”

Her voice was weirdly loud amongst the reserved morning air, but even then, further conversation would be difficult as the creak of the gates made it difficult to hear. Or, they would have made it difficult to hear talking, they did very little to block out the sharp roar of pain from off to Fae’s left.

Fae’s mind went completely quiet for a moment, all rational thought and sound chased away by the blood curdling scream. But her bonded didn’t hesitate. Kicking off with a hard pump of Blue wings, Faennilin had the wind knocked out of her momentarily by the leap into the air. The Hunters could jump, they knew that, but it was no safer on the ground when you couldn’t see them.

If only they had firestone, the thought passed through their bond momentarily, the image of the snarling Hunters that thought to attack their friends and home screeching as skin melted held more than a hint of vicious satisfaction to it. But they didn’t. Fae didn’t really have anything more than a meagre belt knife. The strength of her dragon and her Wing was the only thing she could rely on now.

Close to the front of the Hall, the skinny Bluerider lay low in her saddle, making it easier for the Blue’s agility to take over if they needed. Working on drilled orders alone, her own mind unable to think from fear for the moment, the dragonpair noted the closest Hunters, trying to count numbers. But with the roiling of the fog as dragons took to the air, and the new faces in the Wing, it was hard to keep track of who and what was where.

Unable to recognise the closest enemy, or weakest friend near them, her Blue darted in front of the Hold doors, ready to pounce on any Hunters that thought to make it past the protective metal gates. Mind kickstarted by the focus and ferocity of her Blue, Fae leant over the side of her saddle just slightly. “Close the gate!” She screamed towards the doors, unseeing of any inside. “Hunters! Close the gate now!”

Surely they’d hear the screams and realise, surely they’d act fast to save themselves. Because if a Hunter got inside those walls, there was very little the dragonriders could do to save them."


Spoiler for Number of DOOM:
Also, if anyone wants to be the person giving Fae a ??? look, I’m cool with that <3
16 please <3
« Last Edit: February 15, 2018, 07:18:16 PM by Rayne's MNPCs »

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #4 on: February 12, 2018, 05:42:31 PM »
On the beach, the morning was dawning with some promise. There was cloud cover but it was shifting often enough to allow shafts of sunlight to filter through. The jungle’s fog didn’t reach these waters. Beach Wing was prepping for the day’s haul. Fishermen and dragonmen alike were unfurling the great nets and baiting expansive lines. A few deep sea pots were filled with leftover kitchen scraps to entice crustaceans into their clutches. The pots didn’t get much use, but when the season was right it was worth having a dragon haul it out and leave it for the day. Uramaeth had been picked for such a task and he was gingerly mincing around the thick rope and attached buoy. These things were relics of the fishercraft and he didn’t want to be responsible for ruining such a prize.

//Ease up, bud. With Southern Hope sailing I heard they’re beginning to produce new cages. These will get scrapped soon enough.// R’ael’s advice fell to deaf ears. The day that Uramaeth trampled anything worthwhile and precious was the day he’d between out of shame. Okay, maybe not really, but he’d certainly sulk in his weyr for days.

The Brown’s careful movements came to a standstill when he, along with the rest of Beach, were alerted to the attack. Hunters, he said, accompanied with a very raspy hiss that had the hair at the nape of R’ael's neck standing on edge. Their commands were predictable and the rider vaulted onto Uramaeth’s back in anticipation. The Brown pushed himself unceremoniously up in flight, away from the sand, expertly parted himself from the pot, and waited tense for that brief moment before the wingleader gave the signal.

For R’ael, the emotion of the moment was reminiscent of threadfall. She only wished the hunter attacks were as predictable, as mathematical. She hated going into a situation blind, but she didn’t have long to think about it. Between was brief but it shocked awareness into her. //Here we go,// she relayed with a grim satisfaction.

She was expecting a blood-strewn scene (and, indeed, had prepared her nerves for it). The fog coiling around the treeline, engulfing the manmade structures and obscuring any obvious movement threw her off. Uramaeth took over. His keen eyes could see the shadows of beasts, friend and foe, below. His superior hearing helped zero in on a dragon in need. We’re diving. Two hunters, small, trying a Blue. R’ael unclasped her knife from her belt, though it felt terribly feeble in the face of hunter claws and jaws.

Proximity cleared the scene and the arrival of the Brown turned the tide in favor of dragon, at least for the moment. The hunters released their hold on the Blue and retreated out of sight. The Blue would survive, it seemed, though his tail looked tattered and one of his legs was badly scored. Uramaeth kept pace with the pair, acting escort, but their movement was slowed by the Blue’s injuries.

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Figured it was okay to post before actual orders, if I need to change anything let me know <3

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #5 on: February 13, 2018, 11:53:27 AM »
Even without much fog rolling in off the water of the Cove, it was still an oddly humid day for winter—just another sign that spring was on the way, Jo supposed. The burgeoning wetness on the island was playing merry havoc with her hair, which made her all the more thankful that Thread was no longer falling:  that she no longer had to worry about pinning it up against her skull and trying to tame it. Most mornings now, she just rolled out of bed and combed the tangles free with her fingers rather than reaching for a comb.

This had been one such morning. Jossekayne was thankful that the visibility on the beach wasn’t hindered, and hoped the day would be a peaceful one without sign of sharpfish or snakes. That they now had two dangers to guard against only made her Wing more vigilant than ever before. So as she worked with one of the Fishers to untangle a net before it could be cast, Lyrisiveth was staring out at the water, knowing that another pair of eyes could help spot a sinuous shape or the sharp angle of a fin that much faster.

But it wasn’t from an aquatic threat that the call eventually went up. A ripple shivered through the entire Wing as Polanth received and then transmitted the message sent from Prairie Wing. Jo caught the eyes of another rider nearby just as the Bronze’s regal, serious voice vibrated through her skull. Hunters at Mine Hall. Aim high when you Between. We don’t need anyone getting tangled with Prairie or Jungle.

Heart beating up in her throat, Jo let go of the net with numb fingers. “Hunters at the Hall,” she rasped to the Fisher by way of explanation, mouth suddenly dry. She didn’t linger any further then to see if they’d actually heard her, turning on her heel and climbing up into Lyrisiveth’s saddle.

All around her, her wingmates were doing the same thing. And when M’rek gave signal, they rose in formation.

The scene at the Hall was… a mess. Fog swirling around them as it was suddenly displaced by the appearance of so many dragons, it was hard to tell what was simply a movement of the mist and what was friend, what was foe. Dark shapes shifting beneath them, the whole tableaux made Jossekayne sick to her stomach. These beasts were damnably smart, knowing to attack out of the cover of the fog, and making it that much more difficult to fight them, to make sure none slipped past to wreak chaos among the injured, those unguarded by dragons, the unwary.

Descend. That was the only prompt the Wing needed less than a breath later; above, Jo could hear the drum of more wingbeats that surely meant Jungle had joined them too once Beach had cleared their position.

At least, in the fog, maybe the Hunters wouldn’t be able to see airborne dragons to pull them out of the sky…

That one. Gripping tight to the straps, she could feel Lyrisiveth lurch beneath her as she dove, picking one of the smaller Hunters to engage. She might be a large Green, but she knew better than to fight one of the Bronze-sized monsters if she could avoid it. Instead, the one she fell toward was smaller, maybe not fully grown, and fast. But she had the advantage of descending unseen from the thick fog.

Claws outstretched like a skycourser attacking a wher, Lyrisiveth raked at it with a screech when she drew close enough, intending to dig her talons as deeply into it as possible so she could then bring her teeth to bear.

Spoiler for OOC:
Using this post to transmit the orders for Beach as well, and a bit of an indication for any Jungle riders jumping in. 8D And my number is 5.

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #6 on: February 14, 2018, 07:40:18 PM »
As the cry of pain rang out across the Mine Hall, everyone seemed to be stuck, frozen in fear. Just for a brief moment of course, until the reality of their situation settled in to everyone's minds with almost an audible click, before people started pushing and shoving at each other. Those attempting to flee backwards, further into the recesses of the Mine Hall and away from the terror occurring outside, were impeding the efforts of those attempting to get to the entrance. Why would anyone want to go towards the entrance? They wouldn't have any chance at helping the riders on the other side? They wouldn-

"Shit shit shit shit shit." Perhaps too late to be of assistance, Vironethian realised what those few fighting their way to the front had. The door was still open. Swung cheerfully on it's newly forged hinges to allow the riders their daily supplies visit.

Wading through the terrified people was like trying to fly through a tornado. Everytime he thought he was getting closer, he'd catch an elbow to the stomach, a shoulder would barge into him, or he'd have to stop to return a scared child into his mothers arms. But they needed to get that ruddy door closed. Despite their incursions on their new life here, Hunters were still a largely unknown menace to them all. Whether they would be distracted by the rider's efforts, or whether they were intelligent enough to know the significance of a Hall full of people, no one could know.

Vironethian growled at a man, whose shoulders were twice as broad as his, shoving his way back towards the Hall. Running. He caught himself eventually, realising that the smart thing would be to run. But fuck it right? Going towards the danger was the choice he had made.

"Fuck. We should have made lighter doors." Vironethian cursed as he finally pushed to the front, reaching  the heavy door. It had been a good idea at the time, with the Hall so close to Hunter territory, but the idea had always involved the door being a good safeguard whilst closed, not while open.

With a few other men, he began to push.

Spoiler for Edit:
I STILL SUCK
Google chose 16.
« Last Edit: February 15, 2018, 04:26:38 AM by Vironethian »

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #7 on: February 15, 2018, 12:36:37 AM »
While Tavianna had no rank to speak of, she still liked to be a part of the comings and goings on in the Hall. That meant being up when the doors were open, seeing what was being dropped off, and who opted to leave. And who was coming back. Small, social things that she liked to keep an eye on. While most were grateful for the smattering of trade between the Weyr and the Hall, Tavianna found herself wondering if there was ever going to be a catch, if there were strings being pulled, or if the weyr would cut the Hall off again.

For as long as they relied so much on the Weyr for Harpers, Healers and their supply, even weavers and farmers, she couldn’t help but feel like the independence was somewhat of a farce. Sure, they could breathe easier. Things were starting to feel a bit more normal, more like home. How they should be, but still. They were very reliant upon the good will of the Weyr leadership. Anyone with half a brain could see as much as the doors were pushed open by dutiful weyr to the gray fog outside.

It was a miserable morning to reflect her grim thoughts. Not that Tavianna echoed such things aloud to anyone. Not even her husband. No good would come of it – they were just the things she thought about while she stood around with so many others and waited to see what the day would bring. As always, her Gold wher Tavisk was just behind her. Content to watch and wait, feeling nothing about the thoughts that plagued her bonded. Nor did she feel any way about the other wher that kicked into motion as dragons began to arrive. Tavisk was a passive creature until motion or action was expected from her. Mornings like this were largely uneventful.

Watch people move around, chat up some familiar faces, maybe make some social plans, then go back to her family’s space to tend to the little ones. That was all Tavianna had planned.

Commotion beyond the gate didn’t even really draw her attention. Not really. Sometimes wher got uppity around dragons or some commotion of reunion would make people a bit louder in the morning.

But no, this was something else. Tavianna frowned as people began to fan out, away from the large doors of the entry way. Then Tavisk tensed. That, in and of itself, told her something was really, very wrong. Then, the cry of dragons. A shout. Close the gate! Hunters! Close the gate now!

Tavianna looked around and didn’t see where the wher assigned to the gate had gone. Out into the fog? Vanished into the tense, uneasy crowd? If there really were Hunters out, beyond the gate...

Tavianna shoved past a couple of familiar, but pale, faces and had Tavisk loping after her. She snapped her fingers at a leather clad man near by – someone who had been near the doors but was now staring into the fog beyond them. Where darting shapes and dragons existed. Her snap got his attention. She gestured to her big Gold. “Do the wher just push the door shut?” She asked, right up until she heard a pained cry from in the fog. At that point, Tavianna didn’t care what it belonged to or the proper way to get the giant metal door shut. Grimacing faintly, she wordlessly commanded Tavisk to put her weight into the metal door. Helping the men that were trying but, frankly, did not match the strength of a wher.

Her Gold did just that, shoving with her shoulder to slowly begin to push one of the doors shut. Tavianna turned back to the crowd, spied the first large wher, and indicated the other door with a sharp gesture. “Get over there.”


Spoiler for OOC:
Random.org has decided my number is 20 8D
« Last Edit: February 15, 2018, 12:39:11 AM by Tavianna »

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #8 on: February 15, 2018, 01:09:13 AM »
True to the Hunter’s nature, when it was time to attack, they did so in force with ferocity. Large Hunters the size of Bronze dragons began to charge out of the fog or, worse yet between in the foggy clearing to raid the dragons as they had landed. What had been a quiet, air heavy morning with a thick, blanketed cloud soon turned into a churning mess of animal sounds – both of pain and challenge as dragon and hunter alike clashed violently.

When the bigger dragons tried to put themselves between the smaller ones, they easily became targets for the equally large hunters. Denoth was certainly no different. Shielding a Green laden with people struggling to climb back onto the dragon for safety, a large green and brown mottled hunter slammed into his side. The animal was hungry, snapping at K’rez atop the dragon as though the bigger beast knew that the human was the weakness of the dragon. If only the Rider was pulled from the seat, snatched up, swallowed whole... Jaws closed close to K’rez on several occasions as the hunter, clawing at Denoth, tried to do just that – eat the rider atop the dragon.

Just as Rinneir was able to climb atop her dragon, the Bronze who had intercepted the hunter on her behalf went down. His keen pierced the early morning as his side was split and his rider was tossed from his saddle, rolling across the ground. The hunter that had tackled him scrambled atop the bronze, forgetting the dragon. Intent on the rider that lay, sprawled and dazed on the ground. Near enough to Rinneir – though the hunter hadn’t paid the smaller green much attention for favor of wanting to kill the bronze rider sprawled on the ground.

It was the scream of the Blue and her Rider that drew the attention to the giant metal gate. Like some sort of horrid magic trick, two large hunters pounced out of the fog near Fae. One collided into her dragon, rolling the Blue in the hunter’s attempts to tear Fae off the Blue’s back. Unsuccessfully, but only just. The dragon was saved serious injury from the much larger creature only because the hunter was so intent on tearing off the rider – who was now nearly pinned under their dragon, with a hunter trying to bite at them around their dragon’s body.

The other hunter, turning from the assumed soon-to-be-dead Blue spies the slowly closing metal gates and makes a break for it. The distance is short and the hunter is quick – big and powerful. Slamming into the metal doors before they can be closed fully and forcefully shoving the wher and people back who had been attempting to close it. One such man, who wasn’t shoved back far enough, disappears quickly in the hunter’s mouth before the monster pushes further into the entry hall – swiping at whomever is close, snapping at whatever wher is near. The two that had been attempting to push the gate shut are the closest target – and earn the attention of the hunter first. With a roar that shakes the tables, the hunter bears down on the Gold. Biting into the smaller creature’s back and lifting the wher from the ground.

Unluckily for the hunter, exposing it’s throat and chest to the remaining wher. It recovers as quickly as it may to attack, spurned into a rage by the intrusion. The aggression seems to catch the hunter by surprise and it drops the gold wher, squaring off with the other wher.

Back out in the clearing, where the fog churned with action and the roars and cries of pain became more numerous, the scene was simply chaos. Especially with the arrival of the other Wings to help. With limited visibility, the call soon went out amongst the Riders for the smaller dragons to get off the ground – to help who they could off the ground – and for all combat capable Browns and Bronzes to take to the ground. The only way they were going to get the hunters away from the Hall was to fight them off.

Jungle and Beach riders dropped into the clearing to add their experience and numbers to the fight, covering the retreat of the frightened and lesser experienced Prairie Riders. Some of which still had people they had been escorting to the Mine Hall to begin with.

Uramaeth and their injured Blue companion were certainly a target. Though the smaller hunters had pulled away, two larger ones soon took their place. Pouncing on the Blue while the other, large hunter attacked Uramaeth head on. Swiping at the Brown, trying to draw his attention away from the Blue that was, for all intents, trying to be dragged away by the second Hunter.

The smaller hunters seemed few in number is this particular attack, which made finding them and singling them out particularly difficult. The one Jossekayne attacked made a hasty retreat into the fog, dashing away from the claws of the Green. Into the waiting protection of a much larger Hunter that reared up on its hind legs to use both forepaws to keep Lyrisiveth from the smaller hunter. But that wasn’t enough for the bigger creature, which snapped at the Green’s legs. Catching one of her front legs when she tried to pull back and pull away. She could either fight the hunter, now that her foot was trapped, or try to pull her front leg free – possibly shredding it since it was caught.

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WOO. There’s a lot going on this. :D Also, a hunter be inside. YAY.

- Anyone can be the Green that Denoth is protecting.
- Anyone can be the bronze about to be eaten near Rinneir.
- Anyone can have the enterprising wher that saves Tavisk – preferably a large wher. :P
- Anyone can be the injured Blue trying to be dragged off, who Uramaeth is trying to protect.

I think that covers what is available, and I believe I got to everyone. ^_^ There will be another handful of days before another post is up. Again, please add a number between 1-20.




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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #9 on: February 15, 2018, 02:17:04 PM »
Penderton sat in his corner in the dining hall that morning. His two wher, Onsk and Endersk, dozed at his feet while his firelizards loitered at their preferred stations. Pen still felt a little odd with his menagerie, even though the minehall was nearly overrun with beasts these days. He offered awkward, apologetic smiles to anyone that had to walk around his brood and was at least thankful that they were all Greens. And, at least the lot of them were hard workers and earned their keep.

He was taking his time with breakfast today. Early weather predictions pointed to a foggy start and it wasn’t a favorable thing to move heavy rock in low visibility. That, and, it was harder to keep watch on the jungle. Likely they’d just start a little later than normal, but the solid decision was to be made after Prairie’s first team landed with the day’s visitors.

Speaking of.

He could hear the great creaking of the doors of the hold, the wingbeats of dragons beyond. The air that rushed into the stagnant halls was indeed damp, carrying moisture that would cling to the walls. Rabble, one of his firelizards, noticed this too. She liked to lick the condensation off of the rock when the opportunity came.

Penderton kept his eyes open for the first folk to enter, to see what they said. His attention shifted, however, when Onsk suddenly became quite still. Endersk began to shiver. A dragon screamed outside. A veteran of events like these, Penderton quickly looped his wher’s leashes around his arms. He stood and with soft, encouraging words, tried to coax his girls into moving. The continued cacophony outside meant this time they weren’t going to scrape by without many injuries and the dining hall would be needed for triage.

A rider’s yell sounded much closer, screaming for the gates to be closed. Penderton felt the blood drain from his face. He could see people now, gathering near the gates, trying to do as told. In kind, he began to tug at his wher with a little more force. “We need to move,” he said, trying to instill some courage into them.

Rabble, Rubble and Digger played around in the air around him, but he could tell by their high pitched chirrups that they felt the stress of the situation. He considered, too, that their close position to him and that they refused to fly anywhere else but between him and the doors meant that they were trying to herd him away.

Finally, the wher regained their senses. Before they could take their first steps, however, the boom of the minehall doors being forced entirely open stopped them once more. The sound reverberated in the hall and seemed to shock all six of them. And then that sight- a hunter full grown with one of the bigger Golds of the hold in its mouth like a chew toy, after already ripping through two unfortunate souls. Penderton’s jaw was still dropped when he found his muscles again and forced himself, and his wher, to move.

He lead them to the main tunnel, but his path was slowed as he scooped a child up, and then another, and shouted at everyone still staring to move. If they stood any chance of defending the hold, all of these excess rubber neckers had to get out of the way. He knew that his own crew were nothing better than meat shields, even if Onsk and Endersk had been full grown they stood no chance against the large hunter. His firelizards could have used their agility and dexterity to at least distract and annoy, but the three of them were terrified of the jungle and all of its inhabitants. They didn’t stand a chance, paralyzed by fear as they were.

“Head deep into the tunnels if you cannot fight! Secure your children, your elderly!” Hide your kids, hide your wife, they’re eatin’ errybody out here.

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wordcount of 660 or somethin for Premium Poster I, andddd number 5? Not sure if he's in too much danger but you never know n__n

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #10 on: February 15, 2018, 06:08:13 PM »
It was hard to listen to any spoken, or shouted word. Again and again the cries of dragonkin cut through the fog. R’ael was entirely reliant on Uramaeth’s ability to receive and relay information. She learned through him that the Blue wasn’t sure he could fly, one of his wings was at an odd angle and, at best, sprained. There was too much movement, too many bodies large and small to safely between. She thought their best bet was to just get as close to the mine hall entrance as possible.

It was eerie, in those few moments. The fog made R’ael feel isolated, like they were on another plane and could hear everything, but not see. She did not like it, but they didn’t have a choice.

I think there’s- Uramaeth couldn’t finish the warning, the hunters were already on them. R’ael watched with helpless horror as the Blue was snatched away from her Brown’s protective wing. She hoped he could hold out, they could still save him and his rider.

The hunter directly before them was a problem. R’ael herself could do little more than keep an eye on the surroundings. She was safest here, on Uramaeth’s back, and knew if she unseated herself that she’d be an easy target. Still, she gripped her dagger for all that it was worth and if a tail or leg happened her way, she’d certainly lash at it.

This was Uramaeth’s fight, and also the first time that he had been so close and personal with a hunter. This wasn’t a beach snake whose range only extended so far. He couldn’t just fly a little higher. Instinct told him to keep his belly low and to tuck his chin to protect his neck. His wings knit close to his body, turned in such a fashion that they might protect R’ael a little more than usual. The hunter swung at him, and Uramaeth ducked under it and then came up with force, issuing a great growl even as he tried to bite into the chest and neck of the offender.

Uramaeth was certainly aiming to maim, but there wasn’t enough time for him to follow through with a kill. He was wholly expecting a retreat, that was fine, because the real goal was to get to the Blue before it was too late.

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I always forget how much control I can have over the big bads, so I’ll leave this pretty open for now!

ALSO FORGOT MY NUMBER so 11!
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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #11 on: February 15, 2018, 06:22:18 PM »
Getting distracted in a situation like this could be fatal. Distantly, Jo could hear the sounds of screaming, the cries of dragons and human alike, and shouting. But while there was a Hunter actively in front of her and her dragon, that had to be her focus. So long as it was delayed by the two of them, at least it wouldn’t be hurting anyone else. Outside of such a moment, maybe it was foolish to engage a Hunter head-on—even a small one—with a Green; but that was a consideration she couldn’t worry about right now either. Not when there were Prairie riders still laden with passengers that needed a chance to escape.

Lyrisiveth was fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. Her claws didn’t connect with the Hunter, and she ended up swiping futilely at the fog where it had just been. Having expected resistance, it threw her off balance as well, jostling Jossekayne hard enough in her straps that she feared they might snap. But the leather held, and though she felt the wind get knocked out of her—and no doubt would be bruised—she wasn’t tossed from her seat.

Yet it also meant they had no time to pull up and away. As a much, much larger Hunter emerged out of the cover of the fog, Lyrisiveth hissed and tried to slow her descent.

Still not fast enough. It snarled and bit at her, and succeeded in sinking its teeth into her left front leg. The pain of it lanced up into both Lyrisiveth and Jo through their bond, and their own cries added to the cacophony of noises, eerily muffled in the fog but carrying enough to add to the morning’s horror.

//Iris, don’t!// Jo’s warning came too late, though. Out of reflex and desire to get away from those sharp teeth, the Green tried to wrench her leg from the Hunter’s mouth. Forced to stand on her hind legs, she slashed at it with her right foreleg and bit at it, trying to drive it off, to make it let go. Ichor was pouring down her leg to her belly—and as Jo slid back in the saddle as far as the straps would allow her, she felt the sickening sensation of Lyrisiveth’s leg being pulled on, hard, teeth dragging a ragged path through flesh.

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For my number, this time I’ll pick… 7!

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #12 on: February 15, 2018, 07:11:41 PM »
When the call reverberated through Beach Wing, Nishi’s whole body went cold for a moment. Hunters. But it didn’t take long for her to come back to herself, her face splitting into a feral grin as she dropped the nets and sprinted to Xasheyth’s bright hide. She’d been with Beach for a full month and a bit. A real dragonrider. Now it was time to do what dragonriders were meant for, protecting the people of Pern.

Run, jump, catch yourself on the knee, scramble up, forward in the saddle, straps on, sit back and lean into the take off. The instructions moved through Nishi’s mind as her body acted on instinct, drilled into her for the past two turns so she could finally do it as a proper rider. If Xasheyth could have had a feral grin of her own, she would have. Instead her eyes spun with the colours of excitement and determination.

They sat, waiting, ready. Ready for their new Wingleader to give the signal. When the Wing rose in formation, Nishi’s heart soared. But she knew that she couldn’t be distracted, they had orders and she was to complete them perfectly. She still had to prove she was good enough to be in Beach Wing straight out of weyrlinghood. Nishi would always have something to prove.

The cold of Between was a biting reminder, but one that might have actually helped when they emerged into chaos. Her mind was cold, still. A forced calm against the nothingness of Between that she’d had to practice over the last turn. It made it easier to keep the steady breathing, the refusal to hyperventilate and hold on tighter to straps that helped do nothing to change the carnage and fear that reigned below.

Of course, not hyperventilating didn’t mean Nishi really knew what to do. Others in her wing lunged into action, older dragonriders who knew the pain of Hunter teeth and dived towards it with grim countenance.  Nishi and Xasheyth hovered, taking it in. They weren’t getting in the way, at least. But what could they do.

To their side, the Greenpair watched R’ael and Uramaeth dive towards a younger Blue and rip smaller Hunters off him, helping support the pair that looked to have difficult flying. Nodding, thinking no help was needed there, Nishi and Xasheyth flew further afield, twisting out of the way of panicked dragons taking off, with their honed agility.

What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? The mantra passed between Nishi and Xasheyth with growing urgency. They had to do something, had to help someone. But everywhere Nishi looked, she could only see Hunters far larger than her lithe Green.

Until a larger Green dragon, unknown to Nishi in the chaos, rear up from the ground with a slash of spraying ichor from her neck. The dragon took off with two passengers, but apparently not all of the ones she’d arrived with, and Betweened to safety. Buffeted by the wind from the dragon’s takeoff, a person lay crumpled on the ground, the Hunter that was once preoccupied by the Green now engaged by another dragon from the side.

Before either of the Greenpair consciously made the decision, they were diving.

Landing hard and fast, Xasheyth did little to slow down their descent, she wanted in and out quickly before any Hunters had a chance to go after them. Nishi screamed at the person on the ground, “get up! Quickly, grab my hand!”

Nishi fucking hoped the person was smart enough to move on their own, there was nothing smart about getting off Xasheyth’s back, and she wasn’t going to do it unless absolutely necessary. “Just get up, damnit, let’s go!”

Once she'd got the passenger, then she'd get the hell out of dodge. Orders are orders.

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I'm happy for anyone to be the person on the ground! Number 6 please
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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #13 on: February 15, 2018, 07:49:30 PM »
Bluerider Faennilin
Age:
2572//19
Rank: Prairie Rider
Physical Description:
Faennilin has dark brown skin, hair and eyes. Her hair is curly, cropped into a short bob that is cool in Summer, and often the edges of it are pulled properly out of her face by a leather thong. She’s thin, bordering obscenely so, but has a girlish air that makes her seem fairy-like. Proud to be a rider like so many generations of her family, she’s always in her riding leathers unless absolutely necessary to be in other clothes, in which she’ll just grab whatever fits from siblings, friends, or Wingmates.
Personality:
Delightful, Airheaded, Emotional
Backstory:
Faennilin is a lovely person in general, if a bit airheaded. She’ll never leave Prairie in all likelihood, which doesn’t bother her in the slightest, she’s still a rider and that’s all she ever hoped for. Ferrying people back and forth from the Minehall is a great way to meet new and interesting people and talk about crafts she never had an interest in before. All riders have to be prepared to face Hunters, but watching a fellow Pairie member fall, and fall without any warning, is a harsh reminder of your own mortality. Petrified beyond reasonable thought, Faennilin is acting on muscle memory and shared instinct with her Blue.
Intended Outcome:
Severe Injury pretty please (I actually like her more than I was expecting so I might not kill her… very sad I know.)



“Fae wasn’t looking out towards the jungle. She was watching the people inside the gates, she watched the men move, those brave few that fought the current of frightened souls to push at the gate in vain. They can’t move it, she passed to her Blue, they’re not strong— but the tides changed once a woman pushed to the front of the crowd and a Gold wher bounded forward. “Oh, thank Far—” Fae almost said out loud, but she couldn’t get the rest out as her Blue roared in challenge, even as the pair was spun from the force of the impact. Two large Hunters now bearing down upon them, any thought of the people insight was wiped from Fae’s mind.

One of the two engaged, launching into the side of her dragon, snapping and snarling. It’s claws dug into her small Blue’s side, but it seemed far more intent in eating her. Seeing through each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s fear, her Blue kept tipping to keep her away from the knashing teeth, but that didn’t make the situation much better.

Her Blue tried to get a foot underneath the creature’s underbelly, but the more weight he took off the ground to fight the Hunter, the more he put on Fae, now trapped under him. The more he thrashed to throw the other creature off, the more danger he would put Fae in, as she would feel every movement against the unforgiving ground underneath them.

Returning the creatures snarls, his eyes swirled into the red of anger, tinged with the acrid yellow of fear. Not fear of the Hunters, he was too angry to feel it, but fear that he was the one hurting the rider, trapped underneath him.

Fae, for her part, could barely breath. She always lay down in the saddle, it was easier for the two to manoeuvre, but now it meant that her whole body lay squashed between her Blue and the hard ground beneath them. When the Hunter had come at her from the side, she’d leant away from it as far as the straps could allow, but now she’d trapped herself.

The dragonpair hadn’t swung all the way over, her Blue wasn’t properly on his back, his side was pinned to the ground angled away from the beast, half of her pinned underneath him. At first, she could only feel pain and fear, now she could only feel fear. Her arm and shoulder were properly pinned, the weight of her Blue and his constant attempts to kick the Hunter off him ground it into the dirt under his thick hide. If it had any skin left on it at all, she couldn’t feel it, numb all the way to her shoulder, that bent at a strange angle.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t squirm herself out of the saddle to let her Blue move. The skinniness of the rest of her body, and the way she lay in the saddle allowed her legs to escape the same fate as her arm, but the harder the Hunter fought, the more her Blue would tip over her to keep her out of reach. The more he would crush her. And her rider knife lay on her other side.

She could do nothing but make herself smaller, keep the limbs she could move close to her, avoid the knashing teeth as best she could. But Fae was trapped. By her own dragon.

Even as she came to realise it, the understanding passed between her Blue. The tinge of yellow at the edges of his eyes, took over entirely. He panicked. He needed to move, to fly. He needed to get off his rider. He was going to kill her if he didn’t move. He was going to kill her. Not thread, not the Hunter, not sickness, him. If dragons could be sick, he would have been. If he could have Betweened from on the ground, just to give her room to breathe, he would have. But the Hunter still bore down upon him.

He dug in his claws to the Hunter, he bit down on its exposed neck as it still tried to bite at Fae, he sliced into it’s side with all the strength he had. And, screaming in fear, he called out for help."

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #14 on: February 15, 2018, 08:36:06 PM »
Much like Penderton, Keron wasn’t there to watch the comings and goings of the Hall, he was just having breakfast before starting the work day. It should have been like any other day. Sure, it was a little more exciting to hear about the excavating of the iron vein, but that wasn’t his specialty, and nothing much had changed for him. Well, his team were gunning to find a vein of their own.

A bigger and better one, of course. But so far, they hadn’t been successful.

He had a troop to rival the skinnier miner, though none of his were as well trained still. He might have been given plenty of pointers, but Pen seemed to have far more of a way with the dragonkin than anyone Keron had ever seen. Not that he’d admit it. The group of multi-coloured pets had already eaten their fill and were just waiting on him to finish his much needed klah.

Until Erosk gave a small whine, making himself incredibly small and looking towards the opening gates. Kerosk, unable to even really hear the creaking of the gates, didn’t seem to react and the miner just assumed the loud noises and large group of gathering people was upsetting the sensitive Blue.

“It’s okay, don’t worr—” he almost said, in a tone far softer than most had ever heard him use. Until the Brown froze in place. It was surprising for Keron, given the Brown was doing nothing but lying down anyway, just how obvious the change in the larger wher was. He’d only been through this once before, and then it had never been his own whers, so it took a little longer for him to realise what was happening. It was the immediate movement of Pen and some of the other wher handlers that tipped him off.

Then, there was the screech of the dragon.

Everything seemed to happen much faster after that. People started moving without even realising it, backing away slowly before turning and sprinting full pelt away from the gate. A tidal wave of people began running out of the dining hall, whers and flits crying and running along with them. Keron froze. Or he did until he heard the scream of some woman on the outside, ”Close the gate! Hunters! Close the gate!”

Seeing a few men push forward, Keron tried also. He didn’t get as far as Vironethian. Shorter than most of the people running along, the miner always had trouble moving through crowds. He ended up just stopping until most of the people had moved past him, but at that point, the gates were thrown back open.

The men pushing in vain must’ve felt like they’d been hit by a freight train, but a more terrifying sight than watching grown men be thrown clear off their feet, was the emergence of a Hunter into the Minehall. Acting on instinct and rage, Keron surged forward. He didn’t know what he would do, how the fuck do you fight a Hunter? But Keron’s first thought was always violence… until he heard a familiar whine behind him.

Turning back to see his halfgrown whers, his Brown had gotten up to follow him, but looked more afraid than he’d ever been before. His Blue was hiding behind the table, looking at him with yellow eyes and gave another mewling cry. Keron’s head turned back to watch the Hunter drop the Gold as if she were nothing but a ragdoll, and he swore. “Fuck, fine,” he said as he sprinted back to the table, grabbing the wher around the collar and dragging them both towards the exit, in the opposite direction of the invading Hunter.

As they rounded the corner, Keron grabbed a small one of his detonation devices. There mightn’t be much humans could do to Hunters, but the Minehall came with some perks. None of them would hurt the damn thing, he only had two sparklers and a smoke bomb, but they needed a distraction until… until something else that could actually kill it came along. 

He wouldn’t light it yet, there were still people in the room, and who fucking knew what the damn beast would do once he threw his little tricks. But if those still in the hall didn’t get out of the way, he would do what he could to stop the damn thing coming into the small caverns.

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Umm… sorry? I hope this is okay? Number 19 please.

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #15 on: February 15, 2018, 09:34:31 PM »
Vironethian really should spend more time at the mine hall, if he did, he would've have known exactly what to do in a situation like this. Would have known to call Virosk over to help close the door, although it was unlikely a blue such as him would have been able to give the push that the Gold now did. And thank Faranth that she did, but it was still closing too slowly, the cries of dragons, hunters and humans were merging together outside the gate, still sounding, the encounter was far from over.

Too slow. We're too fucking slow. "Virosk!" But his call was too late, what little the blue could have done as he raced to find his bonded, now free from the frozen state that accompanied the proximity of Hunters, was for naught, and Vironethian was flung from the door, skidding across the ground with the force at which the door was hit.

Sparks shone in front of his vision as the back of his head cracked against the floor, he needed to get up, he couldn't get up... What was happening... Where were the Hunters? What had happened to the men beside him? The woman and her Gold? Shaking himself, he tried to stand, one hand going to the back of his head, it came away wet.

There was something by his side, sharp teeth digging into his arm, he swung widely, trying to bash the Hunter in the head... But it wasn't a Hunter, it was Virosk, dragging him back away from the rampaging Hunter, and Vironethian pulled his blow as the blue swum in his vision. Virosk's grip readjusted to the material at Vironethian's shoulder, and he started to drag him backwards, away from the Hunter while they still could.

"Virosk. We've gotta... The gate... The riders..."

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I REMEMBERED
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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #16 on: February 15, 2018, 09:55:11 PM »
Tresrissa enjoyed the bustle of an early morning, when the miners and holders were out in force for breakfast, and the rider's with their daily deliveries were imminent arrivals. It meant she could watch some new people, and make a note of those she had already seen. It was just to see whether she could try to piece together who their family was and what they were at the Mine Hall for. If she couldn't do so reliably, she was also perfectly content to just make it up. An interesting backstory was much more interesting than the real one in most cases.

As usual, Tressisk was right by her side, pressing her shoulder against Tressie's seated side as she ate breakfast. The creaking of the doors, and the whoosh of dragonwings announced to her that Prairie had arrived. Swinging her legs over the bench, she turned to smile at the entrance, waiting to see what awaited her entertainment for today.

Tressisk froze beside her, before raising herself quickly from her stiffly seated position, and tugged on Tressie's sleeve, urgently enough so that her bonded started moving before she even realised what was happening, following Tressie back towards the caves with a surprised laugh. "What's gotten you all riled up?" She asked surprised, quickening her step as Tressisk's eyes reddened and she started to trot faster away from the centre of the dining cavern. The scream from outside the now ajar doors almost made Tresrissa trip, as she turned, open-mouthed to stare back at the door. "Hunters?" Tressisk just yanked harder, ripping the sleeve of Tresrissa's shirt.

By the time Tresrissa had turned the first corner into the Holder caves, she heard the scream of a much closer, much louder Hunter. Tressisk spun around, placing her head on Tressie's butt, and the two of them ran.

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Tressie be #1

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #17 on: February 15, 2018, 10:31:25 PM »
All K'rez could do now was rely on instinct. There were no orders being conveyed between Denoth and K'rez. They simply relied upon the other to do what was necessary, to save lives, including their own. It reminded him of threadfall in that way. He had always felt that the riders were more of an accessory, a tool with which to give their dragons the best chance to fight their natural enemy.

Thread had been replaced by Hunters, Beach Snakes and Sharpfish. But the concept was still the same. Their fragile human bodies were useless when it came to the powerful ones of the dragons which they bonded with for life. And it seemed that the Hunters had figured this out as well.

Denoth braced to take the Hunter attack, needing to hold his position, just long enough to allow the passenger laden green to take off and get back to the safety of the Weyr or even, just the safety of the skies.

Growling as they attempted to pull K'rez from his back, Denoth snapped at the Hunter's exposed neck, stretched out in the aimed strike at his rider. Sinking teeth into the hard muscle, his mouth filled with the sour taste of ichor. But his strike back left him open for the claws which went to distract him, trying to keep Denoth focused on his own injuries, as the Hunters jabs made their way far too close to K'rez.

For K'rez's part, all he could do was hunker down against Denoth's neck. Making himself as small a target as possible, and weathering the pain which streaked through his open bond with Denoth, trying not to feel as if it was his own forearms, stomach, and neck that were being clawed at. 

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #18 on: February 19, 2018, 12:51:30 AM »
With Kensk so large, some of her apprentice duties extended beyond the caves. Whilst it wasn't her favourite thing, Kenna much preferred actually scouting and being able to put her training into use, she didn't generally mind being able to get outside and do some hard labour. And it was true that most of the hard work was up to Kensk, but Kenna liked to think that she was helping as well.

Rell was notably absent as both Kenna and Kensk took their breakfast in the communal hall at the front of the Mine Hall, the firelizard likely making himself discrete in a nook just out of the general ear shot of the room. He didn't like all the hustle and bustle like Kenna did, and would simply stay out of the noise until Kenna summoned him. Slumped at her feet, Kensk leant heavily up against her legs, looking like a big lump of muscle and flesh seeping into the ground. The wher truly relaxed at being in such a familiar place, in such close proximity to Kenna for once.

As the call went up for the workers to head towards the entrance, in preparation for the loads of the riders, when they opened the heavy doors, Kenna and Kensk wandered their way over. Not needing to be in the thick of the door opening process, but wanting to be handy enough if a rider stuck their head through searching for a pack-wher to load up.

Roughly scratching at the hide behind Kensk's headknobs and ears, she propped her shoulder up against the wall, waiting. The fog that seeped through the opening door made Kensk huff with annoyance, knowing that it would be cold outside, and Kenna gave him a pat on the shoulder in sympathy, feeling his body stiffening up, which she assumed to be in preparation for an uncomfortable morning. "We're only on duty for a few-" And then the piercing cry of a dragon echoed through the Hall. "What the fuck is that?"

Kensk shook himself beside her, and the Hall began to erupt with disorganised activity, they shoulder their way through the crowd to see what was going on. It was the dragonrider's cry of Hunters that made her freeze. Her mind seeming to go blank with the revelation. Hunters? But... there are dragonriders out there. She seemed to think absently. Oh... And the doors are open.

A tug on her clothing brought her somewhat back to reality, with Kensk trying to rip her back to him. However the swift emergence back into reality only allowed the fear of the situation to set deep in her bones. "Shit. Fuck. Kensk. What the fuck do we do?"

A woman's sharp tone brought her attention to the gates, which had men pressed up against one side, and a Gold wher up against the other. Well, they need another wher to close the doors then. With something to do, Kenna nodded firmly at the woman, and a quick point and a firm instruction had Kensk helping to close the gate on the opposite side of the Gold and her handler.

But it seemed the Hunters had other plans for them today, and the two were flung to the ground from the force of the blow. Kenna watched from the ground in horror as the Gold was pulled up, her back clasped between the Hunter's jaws, "Kensk!" She screamed, pointing at the Hunter for him to... do something! And do he did, as dutiful as ever, the fear which pulsed through their bond turned to rage in the bronze's body, as he felt pure rage at the Hunter who dared to get near his. With the Hunter's neck and chest exposed, Kensk raked heavy claws down the creature's hide, baring his teeth as the Gold fell to the ground, and planting his body firmly in front of Kenna's still prone body.

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Re: They Do Move in Herds [ 14.02.2591 / 06AM ]
« Reply #19 on: February 20, 2018, 03:44:06 PM »
Hunters, at the Hold, Adakhanyth informed his rider urgently, but still managing to drawl as if the bronze considered this part of their daily routine. Thank Faranth, it wasn't, but this certainly wouldn't have been the first time that the Hunters had attacked them. We are to help.

Of course. That seemed to be their job, nowadays, as a Wing. Hunt and save everybody else's arses. Who's on duty? He asked as Adakhanyth wheeled back towards the rest of the Wing to regain formation before they would between.

Prairie. Oh shells. Not only were Prairie completely inexperienced with Hunters, they were also chock full of the newly graduated Weyrlings, who'd not had to respond to a crisis of any kind yet. He tried to keep the image of shredded weyrlings out of the reference image he conjured for Adakhanyth. We go!

Emerging high above the Hold, they could have come out anywhere. Only the sight of the rest of Jungle Wing to either side of him reassured J'thir that they had indeed come out in the right place. That, and the distorted cries and screams that floated up through the fog. Diving as one, they could eventually make out the Hold, the forest, the odd swirl in the fog of dragon wings showing glimpses of the destruction that was masked previously.

The Wing split, each aware of what they had to do to help. Adakhanyth wheeled off toward where they knew the gate to the hold to be, hoping to head off any Hunters that may try force their way in. A panicked dragon's scream drew Adakhanyth's attention off to the left even as J'thir caught sight of the gates, banging back on their hinges, a hunter disappearing inside. Ada- he began, but the bronze's concentration was on the blue before him, pinned under a hunter.

Swooping in at a low angle, the bronze slammed into the side of the hunter's chest with a defiant scream, intent on barrelling it over and off of the blue. Pinning his wings quickly into his side to protect them, he grappled with the hunter, trying to establish control of its head before it could turn around and bite him with it. Fly! he bellowed at Fae's blue. The sooner the blue got away, the sooner he could get away himself.

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