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Author Topic: Event Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event  (Read 439 times)

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Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« on: August 09, 2018, 11:42:26 AM »
The morning had passed uneventfully, but all of Beach had been hoping the fog would burn off by the afternoon. Rain lingering from the night before had created a thick veil of mist over the water, clinging to the coastline of Fort Island and choking out visibility at the Weyr. Days like that, regardless of the season in which they occurred, were always tense affairs—everyone knew that the Beach Snakes were more likely to strike under such conditions, and the addition of sharpfish potentially patrolling the waters was no comfort. The death toll those creatures had visited was smaller… for now… but perhaps only because they hadn’t been plaguing Southern Winds as long.

It had been a disappointment to them all when they’d finished with their drills and the fog had shown no signs of dissipating. Things had been quite even for Prairie as they started their shift of fishing, but Jo knew they wouldn’t be in the clear until the day was fully over and everyone had finished with work for the day. Their luck could turn on a mark, just as it had so many times before.

As the next candlemark rolled over and Beach joined Prairie for the rest of the working evening, she and Lyrisiveth had relieved another rider from their duty as patrol over the Cove. They weren’t the only ones scanning the water for potential threats, but with the depth of the mist, Jossekayne couldn’t see the others. They might as well have been alone in the air.

Still, she preferred this to more terrestrial assignments, for now. Lyrisiveth’s recovery had been slower than hers, since the Hunter attack had injured the Green more seriously than her rider. She was still favoring her injured front leg, but it was healing, if incrementally. The flesh and skin had nearly been stripped off the bone, and the Healers suspected that she would never fully recover from the nerve damage. But at least she would still be able to stand on it, and hadn’t lost the limb entirely.

The pair turned a wide loop as they reached the beach again, displacing some of the fog as they slowly turned over the weyrlings gathered at the edge of the water. They were scrubbing their dragons down after drills for the day, escorted by a few riders from Prairie and Beach, but they all looked uneasy. Jo didn’t blame them.

She felt Lyrisiveth reach out to one of the dragons watching the group, and then relayed the message to her rider as well. They haven’t seen anythin’ unusual, she said, though I guess we did give ‘em a fright.

//Tell them we’re sorry, then.// It was hard to avoid, given that a dragon’s wingbeats would move the water and mist both, creating the illusion of more sinister movement at the surface. But the patrols were necessary, to keep everyone safe.

If only it were just a little bit clearer. Jo hated how close they had to be to the water. //Take us low again. Just be careful.//

As the Green angled downward toward the surf, the glossy finish of the water made Jossekayne’s heart rise up in her throat. It was so hard to see through it, the normally clear liquid obscured by fog and darkness. There would be little warning of—

Lyrisiveth spotted the dark shape beneath the still water before she did, instinct and reflex bringing her to safety just as the Beach Snake broke the surface. It narrowly missed her back leg and tail as she flicked it out of the way, surging upward to put herself out of range of those venomous teeth. Jo could hear the heavy thud of its jaw snapping shut—and as she leaned back in the saddle to get a better look, saw how it had rushed straight up out of the water. It had struck from beneath, keeping itself hidden until just before it intended to get a mouthful of its prey.

Watching it sink back under the water, almost gracefully and with minimal ripples, was enough to make her blood run cold. It was huge, one of the biggest she’d seen.

Her Green was already broadcasting a message, extending her voice to reach everyone. Such a broad projection was normally considered impolite, but any seconds wasted transmitting the message from dragon to dragon could be deadly. So Lyrisiveth used all of her telepathic power to transmit to every receptive creature and person in the vicinity—There’s Snakes in the water. Get away from the beach.

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Been a minute since we’ve had a Beach Snake attack, hmm? :bird:

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: August 12, 2018, 10:43:43 PM »
Qirelai actually quite enjoyed the assignment for the afternoon. For her part this time, they were guarding the Weyrlings, placed closer to the shore of the cove, that were washing their dragonets. She much preferred playing lookout than playing fisherman. If she'd wanted to be a fisher she would've gone into that craft.

Which wasn't entirely true, even if she had wanted to be a fisher, she likely would have taken the search over it anyways. Always taking the risk than the easy option in her mind. But she wasn't really a fan of having the whole weight of the Weyr's food needs sitting on their shoulders. Beach wasn't a bad wing, but it had been the one that'd made sense for her when she'd first arrived at Southern Winds Weyr. A few turns later though, perhaps she'd apply somewhere else. Regardless, her dislike for fishing duty didn't prevent her from doing it well.

Lyrisiveth's call broke through her thoughts at that moment and 'shit shit shit shit shit' was all Qire could think of. Even as Perrikoth swerved from the water to climb higher, not knowing really where the threat was coming from and getting himself and Qirelai out of harms way before taking a wide glide over the water.

The Weyrlings! The Weyrlings! Both minds spoke at the same time even though Qirelai's was loud and brash, where Perrikoth's was low and urgent. They darted across the water, both scanning across the water even as they headed back towards the shore.

They needed to both know where the snakes were and be able to provide a distraction to get the Weyrlings out of the water. Perrikoth might be able to fight off a Beach Snake, but a few month old dragonet would have no chance.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: August 15, 2018, 07:14:02 PM »
Still nothing. Z'nel felt Allieth sigh beneath her as they made yet another pass over the edge of the ocean. Only the crash of breaking waves letting them know where they were.

The fog was denser than it had been for a while, the chatter between dragons was higher than usual, Allieth reporting each sweep and using the acknowledgements to pick up where everyone else was. They dipped down towards the water again before pushing back for the safety granted by height. Still nothing.

Report in. Another turn. Another low pass. Nothing again.

Z'nel rolled her shoulders, leaning into the turn as Allieth turned back towards the shore. How long had they been out here? It was hard to tell with the fog. They were both definitely looking forward to getting back to their weyr. Fog got into everything, soaking into even wherryhide and Z'nel couldn't wait for this shift to end so she could get back to go an change.

Report in. Another turn. Another low pass. Nothing again.

This was mind numbing. She was going to die of boredom before anything happened at this rate. The fog would clear and they'd just be there flying the same pattern until they dropped.

Report in. Another turn. Another...

The unfamiliar voice cut into the monotony and Z'nel hissed at the abrupt direction change as Allieths dive for another sweep became a frantic upward flight. She had no idea who that had been to work out where the danger was.

I do not see them. Allieth said, a hint of fear/concern colouring her tone.

Who was that? Z'nel asked urgently as they hovered well above the water.

Lyrisiveth.

Head back to the edge of the beach. Towards the Weyrlings. If she was remembering the assignments right Jo and Lyrisiveth had been on the opposite side of the weyrlings to them, so they clearly needed to head that way. They hadn't seen anything up this way to indicate the presence of snakes or sharpfish.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: August 19, 2018, 11:14:14 PM »
Nalata and Minath might not have been participating in drills that day, occupied instead with the higher duties that were increasingly being assigned to them. Many of her classmates were able to participate in some of the Prairie Wing Drills, but with no need for her and Minath to join a fighting wing themselves, those particular assignments were moot. But it didn't mean she had to exlcude herself from every activity, and joining her clutchmates in the cove for a group bathing session was as close she got to being just like the rest of them... Though Minath's colour, size and general attitude was far too distinctive for people to forget just what role they played in the weyr's future.

Still... There may have been some credit to staying on the shore that afternoon... with the fog practically causing her fellow classmates to vanish and every motion swirling it around them menacingly. She fancied she had lost site of bits of Minath herself several times, though the Gold kept her mind pressed snugly against her own, the warmth there a comfort that few others would ever experience from the otherwise icy-voiced queen.

We will not cower on the shore while our classmates venture forward. Minath rumbled in response to Nalata’s thoughts, the sharp reprimand softened only slightly by the tenderness she delivered it. It was a reminder, more than anything, that she was not chosen for her tendency to run away from tough situations, and their own role in setting a good example for other dragons. Besides. It was just a bath. Albeit in less than ideal conditions for both of them.

Nalata didn’t respond, instead directing Minath to stoop more in the water so she could reach higher up on the spot she was working on. They couldn’t venture out any further than Nalata could stand, otherwise it’d end up being more of a swimming exercise than a cleaning one, and with the stifling fog it was too easy to forget they weren’t alone… Not that she was feeling particularly chatty at that stage.

Despite Minath’s comment, the dragon’s own eyes were an agitated orange red, aware despite the patrolling dragons somewhere above them that they were not entirely safe. She would not turn tail and run… But they would not linger longer than necessary once the bathing exercise had finished.

The fog swirled faster around them as a glint of green hide pierced it, Minath’s rumble of discontent a testament to the unease of both herself and her bonded at the unanticipated motion. The wind from the dragons wingbeats may have come from above, but neither of them could really tell what caused the flurry until Lyrisiveth had appeared.

The almost instant headache that came from an unfamiliar mind in her own distracted Nalata from the actual message for a moment, the command to get away from the beach sinking in after a few precious seconds were lost. Minath, used to others reaching out to her mentally, though perhaps not this particular dragon was immediately alert, however, the water churning as she moved around her bonded, attention on standing between Nalata and the threat of deeper water as she tried as much as possible to see a snake before it lunged for them. But identifying the snakes beneath the water’s surface was difficult enough for the dragon pairs that regularly patrolled the cove… let alone an inexperienced weyrling, however close to graduating they may be.

Move. Now. The gold wasn’t usually a fan of many words at the best of times, and while her order was directed at her bonded, she didn’t hesitate to broadcast to those nearby as well. If the patrolling green didn’t manage to get through to them quick enough, hopefully her own would prevent any further delay. They were creatures of the air more than the ground or water… and the longer it took them to act, the more likely they were to fall victim to the serpents.

The youngest queen was not so quick to move herself out of harms way, however, and the bond that bound rider to dragon expressed more than words possibly could in that moment. It would have been easy for Minath to scoop Nalata up in her front claws and fly up and away, rather than hobble the distance, however short, to the shore. The Beach Snakes could reach a fair way, and Minath would be quicker in the air… Except she needed to stay. They were of the same mind, really, herself and Minath, despite Nalata’s young age. Their concern more for the other weyrlings, in particular the younger ones, the ones who were not yet able to fly in the forefront of their minds.

But that didn’t mean Minath wanted Nalata to stay where she was. Minath might stand a chance against the amphibious monsters, but Nalata would be as much of a threat as a firelizard to Kalestath. So while the gold shuffled backwards at a trundlebug’s pace, Nalata was turning towards the shore, not hesitating to drag the nearest weyrling with her once they were in reach. She may still be a wisp of a thing, but you didn’t go through almost two turns of weyrling training without building up some stamina, so while the water may have hindered her slightly, it was at least less than it would have been before she’d impressed Minath.

Minath was far slower in her own retreat, the swirling fog revealing glimpses of other weyrling pairs nearby and her own stubbornness refusing to let them hold off the incoming threat on their own. She was fully prepared to fight one on one with a beachsnake if it meant her Nalata, and her fellow dragons would be a teeny bit safer for it. At least they weren’t too deep… And while she shuffled closer towards the shore, she at least believed she’d see a beachsnake before it managed to strike… and perhaps even evade such a thing if it happened.  Only when she knew Nalata was safe would she seek safety in the skies.

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Hope everything’s alright. Took a few liberties and made a tonne of assumptions, but tried not to be too out there in any of it. So if anything’s incorrect or doesn’t make sense please let me know and I’ll adjust.

Choosing number 1 for Nalata & Minath, and if anyone wants to be dragged away by her (or attempted to be dragged away since she’s… Not exactly big go for gold.

Minath is 40m long; 9m tall; 67m wingspan.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: August 20, 2018, 09:57:28 PM »
Whether Minath had intended to or not, Ooromoth had no choice but to follow her orders. It was unlikely that he'd chosen to do otherwise, even if he'd had the choice, but Minath's queenly compulsion, even inadvertent, was too much for the red young to refuse.

Ooromoth moved towards the shore automatically, spurred to action by the young Queens words. Belatedly, he was able to stop, remembering his rider, turning to check that Q'ellan was on his tail. He was, being guided along by the young Queen rider, although Q wasn't putting up much of a fuss. Whilst he didn't particularly enjoy the girl's hands on him, he knew that it wasn't as if she had time to ask permission.

The pair soon outstripped her however, as she stopped to drag another Weyrling from the water. "Let's go 'Ro." Q'ellan said aloud, pushing the red's flank when he turned to glance backwards again. He hadn't survived so many turns at Fort Hold just to be the martyr now, no matter what Ooromoth wanted to do. But the red was more concerned for Q's safety than anyone else's, and a little curious, knowing that he would likely miss the first big event while he was turning tail and facing the other way.

Q'ellan for his part, was well aware of his dragon's ability to feel things greatly, and wanted to get Ooromoth away from what could inevitably be a very... vivid event. The red didn't feel fear just yet, but Q wasn't sure the young red truly understood the graveness of their situation just yet. He likely would when the first beach snake made their appearance. Q'ellan very much wanted to be out of the water, and facing Ooromoth's head in the other direction when that came to it.

His colourblindness would do him no favours in spotting a beach snake, it was hard to distinguish between a change in the shadows when everything was already a combination of shadow and light.

Near the front of the pack, they were almost to the shore. Void circled overhead, the foggy and clouded day had meant the young blue had been excited to accompany the two of them to the Beach, which was usually too bright and sunny for the firelizards sensitive eyes. The rock he'd been showing the two of them earlier, was no longer in his claws, evidently left forgotten in the shallow waters of the cove.

If they survived this, they could always get it later.

When Ooromoth's front leg hit dry land, Q'ellan looked back, watching, waiting.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: August 21, 2018, 11:19:35 PM »
Corvath growled his annoyance at the slight tug against his free will that Minath’s unconscious command created. In a manner not unlike the feeling of water falling off a freshly oiled hide, he brushed his mind against the youngest queen, the harsh push of denial to her request met with an icy silence as he glanced in the direction he knew her to be. Had she meant to command with the undeniable weight of the older golds, he would not have had the opportunity to do anything more than obey, but her attention, even with his backchat, remained focussed on protecting the other dragons nearby and her own bonded.

Out of the water. Quickly M’lan. He barked instead, his attention turning outward, towards the as yet unseen threat that had the dragons bellowing with little care for who’s mind they invaded. A fight with his gold clutchmate was not going to break out despite what could be seen as an insult to her position in the weyr, and a much more appealing threat was apparently approaching. 

M’lan moved to mimic the actions of his fellow weyrlings, darting back towards the shore with all the speed he could muster when Corvath’s tail swept around him, curling towards the black dragon’s side where it would be less of a target for the underwater threat and forcing his rider to move in as well. Where I can keep you safe, please. He added, his voice practically a purr that wrapped over their bond, the harsh taint to it giving it an almost sadistic tone that both unnerved and thrilled the young man. The fact the enjoyment was purely from Corvath’s side of the bond went unnoticed until he had managed to scramble up the side of him and nestle into the appropriate spot between his ridges.

//I don’t know if this is a good idea…// M’lan argued, though the harsh rumble of laughter – so out of place considering the danger they were in brooked little opportunity to change the black’s mind.

Just hold on. We’ve done this before. Corvath reassured his bonded before he was rearing upwards with a challenging bugle, beating his wings in an attempt to clear away the fog so he could see better…. And managing to churn the water up as well, which seemed counterproductive. Not that the black was caring much for listening to M’lan at that stage, his eyes, red except for the flashes of excited blue that tainted the colour whirling in anticipation of defeating the first creature that decided to leap from the water towards him.

M’lan was urging Corvath to back away, to seek safety away from the water. But it was like banging his head against a brick wall, and with the blacks insistence that he stay as well, his only course of action was to try and cement himself in place while the black moved. They had certainly done drills without straps before, though never in anticipation of a rearing dragon taking on beachsnakes in the cove’s shallows, let alone one who’s hide was somewhat damp still. He had a good enough grip for now at least. And he would continue to try and direct the black’s attention elsewhere in the meantime.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: August 22, 2018, 01:34:09 AM »
J'hal had been doing his best not to think about the dangers that potentially lurked in the water around them. Stubbornly ignoring it and leaning on the knowledge that over the almost two turns that he had been bathing Lesserath in the cove (basically ever since the black had grown too big to fit into the bathing springs with him) nothing bad had happened. But the knowledge that it had happened to others still prayed upon his mind.

Lesserath was blissfully unconcerned, enjoying the scrub he was getting too much to concern himself with trivial matters such as man-eating beach snakes. The only thing that changed that was the green's voice in both his and his rider's mind. Even then the black's immediate concern was the rude intrusion on his rider, but the orange flicker in his eye soon faded to one of focus and interest, his head whipping around to stare out to sea and the swirling fog.

J'hal cursed. "We gotta get outta here, now," he mutteres, beginning to wade his way back out of the water, before realising that Lesserath wasn't following him. Recognising too the rising anger and gleeful sort of feelings in Lesserath that normally accompanied feeding time. He cursed again, turning back to his dragon. "Lesserath!"

No, the black rumbled as he turned toward the deeper water, taking on a very predatory pose. You go. I can look after myself, the black asserted, giving J'hal a mental push with the silent implication of 'you're small, get out of their way' at about the same time as Minath reached out to the Weyrlings with the not quite command.

Lesserath leaped forward into deeper water with a splash, not caring that such things would probably attract the attention of the beach snakes. I'm not going anywhere if you're not, he growled at Minath, sidling toward the gold through the water. It was more than that he just didn't want to miss out on a good fight. Minath was a gold and Lesserath was old enough now to realise the significance of this fact. Though he'd never felt the urge to protect anyone but his rider before, the instinct to protect their queen from danger bloomed strong. He moved forwards, putting himself between the sea and J'hal and Minath.

Go! he roared at the sea, at J'hal, when his rider didn't move fast enough for his liking.

Like a green bullet, Maya darted away from where she'd been circling the black and dove at J'hal, tugging his hair with all her diminutive strength toward the sand. "Alright! Gerrof," J'hal spat, grasping at Maya as he stepped up his pace toward the beach before the green's claws could inadvertently scratch his face and earning himself bleeding hands instead, such was her frenzy. He was agitated too. Though he couldn't fault Lesserath's logic (and just about everyone else's) that he should clear well out of the water before he got inhaled by some giant sea monster, the black's disregard of his own safety was worrying. But so could he too understand the black's deep seated need to protect that which he cared about, that which he considered his in one way or another. His rider, his smaller siblings, his gold (though he had in no way claimed Minath to be his specifically, more of a 'their' queen if anything), he himself only wished there was something he could do to protect Lesserath himself other than remove himself as the black's weak point. Other than removing the black's stubborn ass from the water, but it seemed that Lesserath was determined not to let that happen yet.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: August 23, 2018, 07:58:38 PM »
No matter how often he bathed Sayimith at the Cove, Erieen could never quite take their safety for granted. It was no great mystery that Beach Snakes lurked in the water, and they could be difficult to spot even for seasoned riders. He had no illusions about being able to anticipate the danger better than those that worked there day in and day out. No matter how confident his Red herself might feel about protecting both of them.

Misty days like this made his skin crawl, and Erieen was grateful that he didn’t have to venture as deep as some of the others. With as small as Sayimith was compared to his classmates, he could bathe her effectively in much shallower water than some of the larger dragons. Getting her to sit still long enough for him to was the real trouble there, when the little Red would much rather splash around in the water and chase shadows. With her narrow wings flared out in excitement, she still wanted to play. Despite the fact that they’d spent the day doing drills and other work, she had an unquenchable energy for anything and everything.

Erieen had rolled up his pant legs around his knees initially when he waded into the water, even though he’d known that it would be practically impossible to avoid ending up completely drenched. Doubly so when Sayimith enjoyed flicking her tail in the surf and spraying him with water.

Hearing another dragon’s voice in his head was something he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to. All he could ever focus on was just how different they sounded compared to Sayimith—enough so that when one of the riders above reached out to those nearby, it took him a moment to register just what had been said.

Fear chilled his veins when it did, and Erieen could hear his classmates moving out of the water before he could see them, the thick fog isolating them from one another. But he paused when he realized Sayimith wasn’t moving; rather than turning toward the beach, her attention had swiveled out toward the open water, eyes a bright green in excitement, mingled with what looked like glimmers of red. Radiating from her was the sense that this was a challenge, and she flicked her wings outward as wide as she could, subconsciously seeking to make herself look bigger than whatever threat might lay in the water.

“Sayimith, we can’t stay here.” His voice was pitched low. For some reason, shouting into the fog just seemed wrong. Who knew if it would draw the snakes’ attention to them all the more? “We need to get to shore.”

Why? She didn’t sound scared. Instead, she seemed almost excited at the idea of stepping up to a fight, though Erieen didn’t sense any real aggression from her. But it didn’t seem to occur to Sayimith that there was any actual danger. I’ll be faster than they are. Said with utter confidence, even though she hadn’t had many occasions to see snakes at all, nor know how fast they were.

Erieen didn’t know how to explain to her just how much of a mistake that was. He could never tell Sayimith that she was small; the concept just didn’t seem to get through to her. And she wouldn’t hear anything said about her abilities, although she was at least gentle about reassuring him rather than taking it as a direct challenge. Frustrated, he scowled at her pale hide, wishing she was still small enough he could just pick her up and move her as he wished. //But I’m not,// he settled on after a moment, //And I’m not leaving without you.//

His dragon’s attention shifted to him, and he could tell that she was disappointed. But she relented after a brief moment, sensing that the urgency in him and, for once, not questioning it. Alright. The water swirling around her, she folded her wings and turned, bumping him with her nose to urge him forward as though it had been her idea in the first place. It’s hard to see in this fog anyway.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: August 23, 2018, 07:58:52 PM »
Over the past turn, T’ghen had slowly learned how to work with his dragon. More or less. Sinestath’s own stubbornness rivaled his own, and the two of them sometimes had very different ideas of how to achieve their goals, what constituted proper behavior… any number of things. He wouldn’t go so far as to say that they were not a matched pair, or to think that the Black shouldn’t have bonded to him in the first place. Despite how often he might lament that Sinestath was all leg, wing, and tail, not suited to a fighting bulk and even, to his horror, clumsy at times, T’ghen couldn’t imagine having another dragon’s mind slotted against his own. For better or worse, Sinestath was his, and vice versa.

But it frustrated him to no end, sometimes, the differences they did have. Now that their duties were ostensibly done for the day, Sinestath had no interest in doing anything else. Rather than help his rider bathe his pretty hide, the Black was really more of a hindrance, T’ghen having to badger him into moving as it was needed. Long gone were the days when he could simply reposition Sinestath as he wished; now, he had to convince the Black to do things rather than just using brute force.

It would have been a consolation, that he had gotten bigger, if he in any way rivaled his clutchmates. But the others of his color in their class were larger, more muscular, and could easily beat Sinestath in a fight. As they had proven many times. No matter how much T’ghen might berate him about potentially hurting himself, none of it discouraged the young dragon. Nor did how many times he lost, since he didn’t see them that way—he and his brothers were playfighting, so what did it matter how it ended?

//Lazy son of a bitch.// He’d just thought the accusation at Sinestath, somewhat viciously, when another voice broke into both of their thoughts. The amusement he’d previously felt from the Black, who was practically laying down in the water, faded away into an alerted focus, the previous serene blue of his eyes quickly turning red. Sinestath rose to his feet then, showering his rider in drops of water.

Long past too, were the days when T’ghen didn’t have to look up at his own dragon.

//Let’s go,// he said, expecting Sinestath to simply turn and follow him. He’d already stood. But the Black didn’t move, tail slowly lashing under the water and nearly knocking T’ghen off his feet when one of the waves hit his knees. Waspishly, he demanded, //Are you even listening?//

I’m not going anywhere, was the answer he got, and that slow deliberateness in Sinestath’s voice had never been stronger. This was a creature who would brook no argument. Perfect. Or are you afraid?

The noise T’ghen made was nearly a growl, and he thumped Sinestath hard on the leg. //Don’t be stupid. But you’re no use to me if you’re paralyzed and dead.// Around them, he could hear others leaving the water and see the dim shapes of large, dragon-shaped shadows moving through the mist.

Others are staying, the Black added, forcing an image into his rider’s head of some of the older dragons of his color nearby. His keener eyesight could see through the fog better than T’ghen’s, though too far out and it might as well have been the same to them both.

//I don’t care what they’re doing. Move. Now.//

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Sinestath is a stubborn ass. 8D 11

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: August 23, 2018, 08:34:27 PM »
Though they were already camouflaged to blend in with the sandy bottom of the shallows, the Beach Snakes always preferred to attack on foggy or low-visibility days. With those on the shore distracted, and their shadows harder to spot in choppy waters and mist, the creatures could creep closer before striking—all the better to take down their targets. Quick and powerful as they were, it was their bites that were the true horror, potent with venom and able to take down even the largest of dragons with paralysis if they received a large enough dose.

Some of them might have intended to move closer before showing themselves, but the warning and subsequent flight of the weyrlings from the water forced their hand. As the young dragons and their riders fled, the snakes that had drawn close enough to strike at them made their move.

Those that were fast enough would have better odds. But with the water churning from so many bodies moving toward the beach—and some that turned to face the surf instead—it was even harder to see where an attack might come from. Lesserath, splashing about as he did, indeed drew the unwanted attention that J’hal had rightly been concerned for. The beach snake that surged up out of the eddying water was big, no tiny thing that could be crushed underfoot. Hissing as it rose, and with water cascading from its slick hide, it opened its mouth wide and lunged at the Black, fangs puncturing his skin before it pushed backwards, seeking to drag him under the water along with it and bite again.

Big as he was, one bite wouldn’t be quite enough to down him.

Nearby, Corvath too was set upon by one of the creatures, though this one was much smaller. It practically climbed up his side, claws snagging in his flesh as it did, and seeking to bite at his shoulder. Next to him, another of a similar size leapt up out of the clouded water. But rather than go after a dragon, it made for a smaller target—a fellow weyrling, Khasarai, whose scream was broken by the water of the cove as the snake bit deep into her leg and dragged her under.

Her pale Green, Faelith, shrieked and plunged into the water after her.

Nor was it only the weyrlings that were being set upon by the danger that had lurked there. Some of the Fishers were yelling too, further down the beach, as they and the riders started to respond to the danger. And even Qirelai and Perrikoth, as they got too close to the surface of the water again, were subject to another big beach snake propelling itself up out of the water, intending to bite at the Blue and pull him from the air.

Further out in the Cove, the surf and mist alike swirled with more movement—more Beach Snakes darting toward the shore? In the fog, it was hard to say.

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The RNG has spoken! Same drill for this round as well. :bird:

And for those curious, since she's a retired PC -- Khasarai of Faelith.
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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: August 24, 2018, 05:06:39 AM »
Z'nel swore as they coasted across the waves, hugging Allieths neck as she peered down into the water. They had to veer a couple of times, unsure if the darker shadows in the water were snakes or rocks. The fog and surf just made it even harder to tell.

The sounds of splashing let them know when they reached the weyrlings and Z'nel urged Allieth lower, peering into the fog to try and work out what was going on. Most of the shapes appeared to be pulling out of the waves and hurrying up the beach. There were some though that must have been in deeper water or not as quick to move.

There! Her dragon said, swinging round on her own accord. No matter that she was just a green, she'd spotted the pale glint of gold in the water and it was a beacon to her. Protect the Queen. She didn't expect to see two black dragons, from the first clutch from their size, apparently protecting Minath. She'd think more on the implications of that later.

A more human scream drew their attention and Z'nel swore. The blacks could take care of themselves. They were bigger and more aggressive than the green who's rider had just been caught.

“Get it.” Z'nel said and Allieth obliged, plunging into the water with a roar, claws snagging on the back end of the snake, stopping it from dragging the weyrling any deeper. She bit at the body, aiming for the belly to try and force it to let go so the other green could drag her rider clear.

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Allieth is 20.2M Long, 3.8M Tall and has a 32M Wingspan.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: August 28, 2018, 04:17:27 AM »
Qire and Perrikoth never made it to the Weyrlings, to complete their noble quest of protecting them. Of all the dragons in the air at this moment, this pair had the least likely chance of evading a Beach Snake they couldn't see. If they made it to the shore? And faced off against them one on one? Perrikoth was a big blue, he'd at least have a chance there. But while they were shooting towards the sandy beach, keeping half of their eyes skimming the water, and the other half at their goal, a shriek sounded from the beach. Qire whipped her head up in time to see a young green dive into the frothing water. With all eyes turned towards the scene, they missed the leaping snake until it was too late.

It latched on to Perrikoth's tail, deep fangs sinking into the thick flesh there, but ripping as gravity pulled the snake back into the water. Ichor spraying and dying the white foam a minty green. With a pained roar, Perrikoth clawed at the snake's face with his hind foot, managing to make the creature let go, and, if only for a moment they were free.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

The bite had cost them important height, and Perrikoth was in further danger now, with the venom starting to slowly seep into his system. They were perhaps lucky, that it was his tail that the beach snake had ripped to shreds, any closer to his vital organs, and they might be plummeting to the water. But as it stood, they still had time before the venom made it's way around his system.

We need to get to the shore now!

And now it was pure survival instinct, and not heroism, that had them streaking for the beach.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: September 06, 2018, 07:41:35 PM »
Minath's eyes whirled faster, any affection she may have held for her fellow dragons dwarfed by the knowledge that some of them had not moved quick enough to escape the unforgiving wrath of a beachsnake. Move faster. She growledat Nalata, the urgency stopping the young womanfrom going back for any more of their fellow weyrlings. Minath would not lose Nalata because their fellows were too stupid to listen to the advice of others, and now was not the time for heroism when the human could easily fit inside the mouth of even one of the small beasts. Neither one of them could see well, and the further away they got, the safer they would be.

She whirled around as she was joined by a dark shape, ready to fend off the beachsnake that had managed to catch up to her before realising, almost too late, that the thing she was about to close her jaws around was another dragon. I stay only so Nalata can be safe. She growled back at the Black, never stopping her backwards motion now that she knew the threat wasn't a threat... in this case. Her goal had been to simply scoop Nalata up in her claws once she got properly out of the water, except for the pained roar some distance away that drew her attention more so than Lesserath's determination to linger longer than necessary.

It wasn't the only one, of course, there were shouts of alarm and even the screeching cry as a dragon dived after their bonded, but it was one she felt she could actually do something about. She paused only long enough to pinpoint where Nalata was, huffing her satisfaction at the young woman's distance from the water now that she'd stopped trying to drag other weyrlings out of the water before her attention returned to the sky.

The fog made it difficult to pinpoint, at first the blue who was angling itself towards the shore, and Minath lost precious seconds as she tried to find the dragon's mind to guide her before she was in the air herself, flying lower than she should have been but putting into practice a slight variation of a drill they'd participated in over, and over, and over again.

If she had any growing left to do, it was not much, and having grown larger than at least one of the older queens, there was more than enough room for her to balance the smaller dragon on her back in an attempt to scoot them both out of harms way in less time than the smaller wingspan may allow. It wasn't quite the same as catching a nosediving dragon, and Minath hummed a reassurance to Perrikoth as glided below him, her mental voice surprisingly warm compared to her usual tones.

From Nalata's mind she knew the snake's could cause a dragon to drop out of the sky without warning, and while she didn't quite understand the reason behind it, she didn't want to see a dragon who she'd been within range of helping fall victim to the bloodthirsty beasts. She may have been too large to make quick changes to her own direction, but once she felt she was in a reasonable position below Perrikoth she skated at his pace and angled upwards slightly, ready to bear his weight should the venom properly take hold and aiming to get them high enough that her own glide would get them far enough away to no longer be in danger.

It did, however, expose her own golden hide to the water for as long as they were over it, and while she tried her best to exude an appropriate level of calm so as not to panic the blue, and end up going between herself in much the same way Dekkath and Ilaroth had under a turn ago, she couldn't help the slightest bit of her own fear presenting itself too. It shouldn't be enough to affect Perrikoth, but Minath still needed practice to harness her own capabilities as a gold dragon, and while far better than when she was still small enough to walk through the weyr halls, it was still a little... raw.

I'll meet you at our weyr. Minath crooned to Nalata privately, the words in part to help anchor her own feelings in their bond. Knowing that Nalata was safe, and giving her something to focus on besides her exposed hide to leech away the fear. For Nalata, her voice was a confident as always, the slight push of a demand there to make sure that Nalata heeded her. She'd concentrate better without Nalata there at this time, and would stay no longer than needed once she, and hopefully Perrikoth too, were safe.

Nalata, wet and panting, her own head filled with fear for her bonded had quickly shut off their connection when Minath's tone became more aggressive, knowing full well that her own emotions could hinder the gold's capabilities. So to hear her voice, so calm, and strong despite the chaos so close to them was reassuring in such a way that she latched onto it, feeding back her own faith in her bonded's capabilities as well. She would not worry her by staying longer than needed, though she did urge others to follow suit. Their maybe some use for emergency healers on the spot, but for the most part the way to keep everyone safe was to have them retreat from the cove in an orderly, if quick fashion. It wasn't that she liked turning her back on those that may need her help, but the example that needed to be set to ensure others did the same.

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I might have fudged the sequence of events. Sorry ._. I'll adjust however necessary and @Inki  (and anyone else) Please let me know if you're not happy with it, I rambled. and went all over the place again. And probably repeated myself. Number 1

Minath is 40m long; 9m tall; 67m wingspan.

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: September 21, 2018, 05:36:36 AM »
Lesserath rumbled deep in his chest, the vibrations making the water around him jump and dance even in the current. Then you had best follow her, he suggested. Minath's rider would not be long from the shore, his own attention was ever half focussed on J'hal and it was not taking even his stubborn rider long to clear the shallows. The younger Weyrlings and their riders, however, were a different matter, confused and requiring more coaxing from the water. Even if Minath did indeed retreat, some protective instinct still told him he should stay long enough to guard their retreat too. Some other instinct in him revelled at the chance, what some may have called a 'killer instinct'.

As it turned out, Lesserath did not have to wait long to satisfy the latter instinct. The first beach snake to break the surface lunged straight for him. Lesserath did not have time to dwell on the beast's size, only that brief moment to realise that it was making for his throat and the same brief moment to react. Reflexively Lesserath jerked back, flaring his wings for balance, as the thing missed its shot and instead latched its jaws onto his shoulder.

Lesserath hissed back briefly before burying his teeth into the things neck not far behind its head even as the beast pulled back, dragging both their heads underwater. His foreclaws too scrabbled at the underside of its neck, seeking more purchase with which to tear it from his flesh, though one foot was seriously hampered by the jaws clamped onto that shoulder and the venom which was quickly spreading forth from them. He didn't stop to think how big a chunk of said shoulder he stood to lose if he did succeed in tearing it loose, only that he had to get it off of him.

Underneath all of that, through all the scrabbling and tearing, he was vaguely aware of J'hal yelling from the shote, ankle deep in the shallows still, and of the silent but growing need for oxygen, growing only more insistent with the more effort he put in. The snake was big, not big enough to drag the black further down, so he could still let go and raise his head for air if he needed to, but Lesserath was still too stubborn to let go himself with the snake still holding onto him. If he could get the snake off, yet still hold onto it himself, then he could have his way with it. Wings flared on the water's surface, Lesserath instead gave one strong heave with both his wings and his legs, pushing down against the surface of the water to push himself up and out of it, hoping that if he could not pull the snake free, then at least he could drag its head above the surface where he could get himself a much needed lungful of air to continue the fight with.

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Finally got around to this post, haha. Number 4 please :)
As of 5.2591, Lesserath is 19 months old and fully grown (37.3m).

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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: September 24, 2018, 03:50:09 AM »
Oh shit. We've got the baby Queen putting herself in danger now.

Perrikoth almost moved to get away from Minath when he finally understood what her actions were doing. Not because he didn't want her help, but because she was their Queen! He was going to get in so much trouble for this. But he knew moving now would likely only send him plummeting to the water, and who knew if Minath would do something as so foolish to try and save them again should that happen. Her manoeuvre was quite expertly done, gliding just underneath him, enough to take his weight but not foul their wings with each other.

His strength wasn't completely failing yet, but neither Qirelai nor Perrikoth were sure whether the poison would take hold sooner, later or if at all. Beach Wing had certainly had to deal with snake attacks in the past, but the poison acted differently on every man, woman and dragon. It was with fists clenched against Perrikoth's hide that Qirelai waited anxiously for them to glide out of danger.

"Minath, Perrikoth, now!" She had no idea whether the Queen would listen to her, but their shadows had fallen on solid ground, and they needed to get Perrikoth to the ground fast.

Perri understood and tipped sideways, sliding off Minath's guiding body. Minath and Perrikoth had been slowly descending to the ground anyways, and so it wasn't far for them to fall. Perrikoth landed, just beyond the first of the retreating Weyrlings. Qirelai turned her head towards the golden queen, mouthed a thank you for all the good it was going to do her, and started screaming for a healer.

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@Kyya I filled in a few gaps here, let me know if it was too far or if you wanted to add something else to it. <3
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Re: Ichor in the Water [ 26.5.2591; 5:10 PM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: September 24, 2018, 03:55:19 AM »
Corvath didn't need to wait ling, the scrape of claws against his hide as one of the snakes scampered up his side. Don't let go of me M'lan. You are safe with me. I won't let them get you. Corvath hissed, the fierce growl to his voice taking on an even more predatory note, not waiting for the affirmation he expected and shifting his weight.

With a snake winding its way up him, he slammed himself down into the water, sensing M'lan's own shift in weight as he identified the issue and sought to anticipate Corvath's reactions. The motion did little to dislodge the beast, claws stinging as they sunk that little bit deeper into his arm before continuing to scramble up. He switched tactics,  weight predominantly on his back legs as he reached out with the claw opposite to where the snake was, scraping against the slippery flesh and trying to gain enough purchase to drag it off, a warm feeling of pleasure as his claws got purchase and the creature was stalled.

But again, it was not something that lasted long enough, and the snake managed to slink its way higher, out of reach of the claw and nothing more to limit it as it aimed to sink teeth into his shoulder.

M'lan had managed to sling a leg away from the snake's path, arms tense as he used his upper torso to anchor him to the black dragon. the motion came as Corvath shifted once more, leaning away so he could lift his back leg and curling towards the shoulder that was under attack. It offered some support for M'lan so he didn't have to rely solely on his own strength, but it was not a position he could hold forever.

Corvath's hind leg came up quickly enough that the snake had yet to bite into him, clawing along its body with as much force as he could muster - a dragon scratching an itch with none of the care for scratching himself. He hissed as his claws got caught in his own flesh, Head swinging around to try and pinpoint the offending creature and attempt again, caring little for the ichor that was blooming on his arm from where he'd hurt himself.

I am going to enjoy crushing your body on the cove's floor. He growled as he sought the feeling of his claws sinking into flesh that was not his own. Had the angling been different, Corvath woukd have torn at the creature with his teeth, but his hind legs were just as useful for rendering flesh to ribbons with the right sort of motivation, and even as the creature managed fo sink its teeth into his shoulder, Corvath didn't seem to slow in his attempts.

M'lan was not having quite as much fun, though he was safe from the snake they could see, there was always the possibility of beinf struck from the other side... and the gurgled cry as a weyrling nearby was suddenly dragged under served as a fairly pointed reminder that it was not just dragons that would be targeted.

M'lan wasn't getting any thoughts through to the black with his attention so focussed on dislodging the snake from his arm, gritting his teeth and trying to be as small a target as possible in light of the dragons stubborness. He'd be able to attempt again once Corvath had satisfied some of his bloodlust... but for now he was about as helpless as the weyrling who'd been dragged beneath the waves.

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Number 2!

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