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Post by Mik on Sept 13, 2010 19:27:41 GMT -5
Kikikaa noticed the lad waking and stepped back another step, just in case. She remembered that even if one was tied and on the ground, there was always the chance that they could still manage to trip you. He was scrawny and his face showed youth and worry that she had never seen before. Whoever this K'ain was seemed to be a rather forceful man. She knew there was a Holder like that, but the folk of his Hold never seemed scared of him. He looked to be taller than her, but it was obvious that he had some filling out to do. A passing thought touched her mind about helping the lad meld into life at Nova Weyr. It was worth a shot when this mission was over. "No, Arktos of Arkysk ordered this," she finally said quietly, emerald eyes still studious of the lad, the other rider still out cold. "Who is Lord K'ain?" This waiting was nerve-racking.
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Post by Kit on Sept 13, 2010 21:04:17 GMT -5
Chrysoberyth regarded the commotion below for a moment before dismissing it as irrelevant. As as Hers was safe, which she seemed to be, all that mattered was the lust in her body and the joy of being in the sky. She roared angrily to get the males' attention and sped forward again, this time forgoing zigzags in favor of rapid up and down undulations. She was young, and so, not quite a creative as she might be in her later years, but she was quick.
Kanly was amazed by the feelings spiraling down the link from her red. Such lust and fury and joy! She barely noticed everyone running past her, and only Quindara's taking G'rett's hand brought a warning snarl. Wasn't that her male? But her territorial instincts were distracted at the tackle of Z'zak. She screamed angrily and ran up to the seemingly impossible tall redheaded man who had just rolled smoothly to his feet and turned on Z'zak, while another man came behind the browrider with a knife. The red-headed man was surprised for a second as she flailed at him with her fists, but then he grabbed bot her wrists with a stern expression. She gasped, he was very strong.
But Q'del had no intention of harming Kanly, he just flipped her around to face outward and marched her towards Z'zak. "Listen brownrider. We have no intention of harming you or this girl. we're just here for G'rett. But if you care for her, you'll leave us be and make sure she makes it through this Flight. If she loses focus she could lose the red between."
Demnoth could not think of anything to report to Toniel except They are in the weyr now, and there is some fighting. But so far no one is hurt.
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At the front entrance, Arktos cursed as he saw along with everyone else, the flight of dragons comings towards them. "The rest of them have returned! Everyone, get ready. The fighting may be intense." He glanced once again at his weyrmate, hoping to Faranth that she wouldn't be hurt. Then he assumed a fighting stance, his staff held at the ready.
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Post by Mik on Sept 13, 2010 23:34:37 GMT -5
Z'zak's maneuver had worked to a point. He had managed his feet, dagger in his left hand with the blade angled toward the ground, dark eyes pinning his attacker first, then fleeting briefly toward another, and the flash of a blade, who introduced himself in a long-winded fashion. Faranth, where did this man come from? "Take yer shardin' rider an' git!" he growled lowly before Kanly moved in a territorial fashion completely unlike her. This was not the time or place for a fight. Her dragon was at stake and he knew it from the days of old.
As the tall man grabbed Kanly, Z'zak advanced in a protective fashion, blade lowered so as not to accidentally harm her once he realized that she was being shoved toward him. "Shards, let 'er go!" he shouted before echoing a verbal and mental demand to his brown. "Keep chasin', Nocheth!" He knew the risks of touching a rider before her dragon chose. This was no different. Did they not know the same rules applied in this time, too? He was quickly seeing a stand-in taking place and he was guessing that he was becoming a possible candidate. It was better that he was feeling the lust of his brown even if Nocheth did not win this flight. This just was not right! "Kanly, look 'ere! Look at me, Kanly!" the brownrider tried at bringing the young redrider fully back into the chase, voice holding the edge of caring that he only showed to the younger riders and his lifemate. She was seeing males that were not in the chase and it could go very wrong very quickly.
Nocheth roared an echo of his rider, throwing his great sandy form into the chase again. This time, he did not hold back. His rider was only fighting to keep himself aware of what was happening with the other riders and he was not going to fight him anymore.
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M'cal sat angrily on his little blue Lukath. He knew his chances were few, but he wanted to let his dragon chase. That was one thing the blue was happy to do any day in their cold existence. He glanced at his sister on her young gray before K'ain gave the order to return to the Weyr. Wonderful! Once back, he could easily say that he could not hold his blue back any longer. All the more reason to disobey the horrible brownrider. When they arrived at the Weyr and flew within quickly, the first sounds he heard were that of shouting before K'ain ordered them to arms. A fight sounded better than a flight at the moment. He just hoped that Kanly was okay with her maiden flight and that Nova bronzerider. Dismounting his malnourished blue, he pulled his long dagger loose and glanced at his sister nearby. "Ya' ready fer 'is, Kika?" he asked her.
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Post by sorra on Sept 14, 2010 9:26:37 GMT -5
Kiyoni fingered her staff as she stayed close to Arktos. She wasn't the best at weapons, but she had learned a few things from Arktos that would at least allow her to protect herself. Well, she hoped anyway.
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Randy knelt by Ransk. The pair stood perfectly still, waiting for the trouble they were both sure was coming. They just didn't know from what way or how bad.
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El'dan slipped the shadows. So far he had been alright. He knew if anyone caught him he would be in deep trouble. He just hoped that Z'zak and Kanly were still doing alright. He hated to leave them, but he had to somehow keep the others from getting to them.
The blue rider was looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed him when he ran full force into a solid object. El'dan spun around and froze. "K'ain," he gulped, trying to back away. This wasn't good.
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Kikaya fidgeted on Ralith. She didn't think it was fair that poor Kanly was forced to endure her first flight with a stranger. The girl may have only been 15,but she was no fool. And she knew that Ralith would be rising soon and she could be in the same position. She shuttered at that thought. The girl looked over at her brother before sliding down Ralith's shoulder. The gray stayed close to her shoulder. "I think so," she answered, puling a knife that looked kind of funny in the hands of such a skinny girl.
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Post by Mik on Sept 14, 2010 11:00:50 GMT -5
Kikikaa stood at the ready, part of her mind still on the bound lad nearby, but most of her focused on the incoming wave of dragons, nearly all of them quite small in her opinion. Peronith snorted softly as she watched the incoming dragons closely, as tense as her rider in waiting.
K'mik stood at the ready nearby another rider of Arktos' group and watched as the dragons flew straight in at them. This was not going to end nearly as well as planned. Probably far from it. The brownrider spared a glance toward his sister, glad that her dragon had been allowed along. Peronith completed her so nicely.
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K'kaar stood back a moment as the others rushed the weyr's occupants, watching for a stray or someone new entering. This already seemed ugly as they were risking distracting that poor young girl from her dragon's flight. He just hoped by his dragon's shell that all would end well. It will, K'kaar-Mine. Do not worry. came the sweet voice of his green and he could not help the smile that touched his lips at her closeness.
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Sanrev's group had reached the ledge simultaneously with Randael's and Sanrev was among the first to take down one of the obviously scared guards. Sanresk had noted that someone had slipped past them in the shadows and his Handler asked him to relay that to the whers at the entrance. Sanresk's say one slip by. Watch for. the dark brown told Arkysk and Task in quick compliance. After that, they proceeded onward, most of their group remaining on the ledge outside while Randael's started within. The appearance of dragons returning was not a very good sign either.
V'zee stood nearest the entrance to the weyr, ready to enter on a moment's notice, following Sanrev in that they were leaving Randael's group to begin entering first. He worried for his mate, but things took a sudden change with the arrival of some unwanted company.
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Post by sorra on Sept 18, 2010 18:44:02 GMT -5
K'ain reached his quarters, walking over to the wall on which hung his sword and dagger. They had been given to him long ago, as befitting of one born of the Blood, and now he would use them to spill the lesser blood of these intruders, and those who dare to defy his will. K'ain pulled them down, gripping the hilt of his sword in his right, the dagger in his left, then turned to walk out of his quarters. There was no need for him to don his hardened leather breastplate; he was skilled enough to be a formidable foe. The sounds of battle now reached his ears, and the man let a cold smile come to his lips as he strode confidently towards the main portion of the Weyr, weapons at the ready, when someone came running smack dab into him, apparently not paying attention to where he was going.
His smile only grew colder when it turned out to be El'dan, who gulped visibly then started to back away, calling the Blue Rider by his name. "I believe we had an agreement, Healer. No male dragons were to remain in the Weyr while my Bronze Chased my daughter's Red. Yet I find that a Blue and another Brown decided to participate nonetheless." K'ain laughed, but it showed no mirth, no compassion. "No matter. Bring me those whom are leading these intruders to me. Alive."
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G'rett was bewildered when he was pulled out of the weyr by someone he didn't quite know. His voice finally came to him, but it was dripping with a mix of confusion and lust. "W-who are you?" The Bronze Rider's eyes were searching this woman, this heavenly vision in front of him. She wasn't the young girl bound to that Red, but the girl who was now in front of him clearly wanted him instead. He had to remain focused on Coth.
Coth roared and did his best when he realized he was starting to fall behind. Beating strongly with his wings, the brave Bronze fought to stay in the midst of the Chase.
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C'olt and C'pher both stood ready at Arktos' command and braced themselves as the wave of dragonriders approached, followed by the shouts and curses that accompanied the cacaphony. C'olt readied his staff; C'pher his short sword, the Blue Rider assuming a combat stance, blade pointed at an angle and his left arm forward. "Here they come!" the Searchrider shouted, just as the leading group of enemy Riders alighted and charged the group, their steel flashing.
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B'ren watched as the bald-headed woman managed to regain her footing and now held a beltknife in her hand, one of his fellow Riders barely missing the target. Q'del had managed to grab the young Red Rider, shoving her towards Z'zak; the latter now gritting his teeth and having told the entire group to take G'rett and leave, and now was trying to get Kanly - the young girl - to focus on him. B'ren looked over his shoulder. "Bring in one of those male Greenriders," he said, then turned to look back at Raziela. "It wouldn't be right for this lovely lady not to share this Flight with anyone, and I think one of those young men will do quite nicely." Oddly, his voice lacked the usual sarcasm that was usually evident, instead it carried the rare compassion and camaraderie the scoundrel exhibited from time to time. B'ren simply nodded at the bald-headed woman, but he never took his eyes away from her.
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Post by sorra on Sept 18, 2010 19:35:14 GMT -5
Randy drew her short sword as Ransk started to growl. They could hear voices getting closer. Randy stood ready. It had been a while since she had learned to use a sword properly, but she was sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Ransk stayed close to her handler.
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T'tarel stayed close to C'olt. He didn't want to see the healer hurt as they did their best to get everyone out. He had no idea how bad of a fight this was going to turn into.
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Kiyoni wasn't about to stray far from Arktos. She didn't want him out of her sight. She feared something bad was going to happen, but she couldn't explain why she felt that way.
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Meera stayed close to M'lym, her staff in hand. She was sure there was going to be fighting and she wasn't going to be caught off guard. That could spell disaster if she let her guard down.
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Tanly nodded and disappeared to help get one of the young green riders. It wouldn't be fair to other woman to be stuck with no one after a flight. Just because they had kidnapped G'rett didn't mean they were all bad.
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El'dan tried to escaped K'ain. "Tyverith never chased," the Healer defended himself. "I would never let him do that. I just wanted to make sure Kanly was alright." The blue rider was getting nervous, but he knew he couldn't get through K'ain and he was pretty sure he couldn't turn and run.
Although he thought he'd try that one out. El'dan turned on his heel, with all hopes of escaping K'ain before the brown rider thought to use that sword on him.
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Kikaya stayed with M'cal. "What do you think is going to happen?" she whispered to her brother, fingering her sword. She wasn't even sure who the intruders were.
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Post by fellis on Sept 19, 2010 19:47:53 GMT -5
Despite the fact that he served a group of rebel riders, R'il was not well trained in combat, so he didn't know how to get out of these bindings. He was surprised when the woman took a step back, like he could still do her harm. She didn't seem threatening, even though she had tied him up. Her eyes were thoughtful and kind, and her voice quiet. He didn't know what to say when she told him that a wherhandler had ordered this attack. R'il didn't know any wherhandlers. Slowly it was dawning on him that there were intruders in the Weyr.
And that would explain why she had never heard of K'ain. "He's our leader. A brownrider. He's the one who ordered that the bronze would chase Chrysoberyth," he told the stranger. He squirmed a little as he began to guess what her purpose was. If she and her friends were here to rescue the bronzerider, what kind of revenge would they exact on the rebel riders?
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Post by Kit on Sept 22, 2010 20:49:22 GMT -5
Chrysoberyth bugled with pleasure as her males returned. Yes, they were all HER males as proven by the fact that many of the began to join the Flight, unable to be so close to her and not chase. She went into a downward spiral as the new males rose to meet her, toying with them before shooting up again.
Kanly had stiffened with fear as the red-headed man had grabbed her, but the he had stated his purpose. They were here to rescue the bronzerider, and that meant they were from the other weyr, the real weyr she supposed it was. She saw the girl, who had to be related to the man that was holding her now, leading the rider away and Z'zak let him go. She found herself shoved towards Z'zak roughly and he spoke to her in a voice that was both panicked and kind. Someone said something about finding her someone to spend the Flight with. She wanted to tell them not to bother, she was quite fine with her situation as is, but she looked up into Z'zak's eyes and Chrysoberyth once again asserted control and she lost all ability to speak.
As soon as the brownrider angrily agreed to leave them be, Q'del turned his attention to the woman. He thought she might be participating in the Flight, but she was holding a knife and truth be told, she looked a little crazy. He thought he might try to sneak up behind her.
Meanwhile, Quindara somehow managed to slip G'rett into the weyr next. In the confusion, it appeared no one had noticed. She pushed the door closed behind them with her free hand, breathing a sigh of relief before looking up at G'rett's question. The fact that he didn't recognize her nearly brought tears to eyes, but she held her control. He had been through a lot and probably still had drugs in his system. "I'm Quindara, we've come to rescue you," she said evenly, though she could begin to feel her body respond to the emotions of the Flight as well as the nearness of her lover. She wanted to to touch him, just to prove that he was real, so she reached up and put her hand on her cheek, blinking back the tears still pricking at her eyelids.
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The first group of rebels ran up at them and Arktos's hands tensed reflexively around his staff. He had fought before of course, but never like this, where lives were truly on the line. Beside him, his huge black where took on an uncharacteristically ferocious posture and growled menacingly.
Remember, try not kill anyone. he reminded Arkysk, suddenly keenly aware of the sharpness of those talons and teeth.
I will not. But I look very scary don't I? Arktos had to grin at that, and then they were fighting. The rebels were armed with daggers and it wasn't long before the Candidate Master sported a cut on his shoulder, but he had already knocked two unconscious, and Arkysk had knocked over another over, and was now sitting on him growling like a demon.
But now he was fighting someone with a swords and his staff cracked with a sound like a lightning strike. He ducked and threw it aside, drawing his own sword with a grimace.
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Post by Mik on Sept 24, 2010 10:11:09 GMT -5
Nocheth did not speak further as more males joined the chase. He was not out to win this Chase as His was so strongly about, but he was going to give that bronze a good run for his marks to make certain that Chrysoberyth's first flight would be good. The large, sandy brown followed the red in a wider arc, knowing that she was going to come up again.
Z'zak had enough sense about him still that he saw the change in Kanly's eyes and allowed a slight smirk to touch his expression. She was flying with Chrysoberyth again and she was not as panicked, clearly in tune with her red. He still gripped his dagger defensively. If anyone so much as tried to touch her again until her dragon Chose, they were going to have to answer to him as his dark eyes pinned each occupant not attached to a competitor. He was going to have such a headache after this flight...
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{{To Kikaya/R'il}}
The prospect of a fight was overriding Lukath's instinct to chase Chrysoberyth and so he stayed near his rider, dark tail flicking angrily, eyes whirling toward red as he fed off of M'cal's thoughts. "I hope we get outta here. C'mon," M'cal answered his sister before moving toward the Nova riders scattered throughout their home. If he could reach a truce with one of them, then there really was hope for him, his sister, and R'il. Speaking of R'il, he was on guard. A tidbit of worry touched his mind as he asked Lukath to bespeak his friend's green to see if he was okay or not. Lovely Therindeth, Mine asks if Yours is okay?
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{{To R'il}}
Kikikaa offered the young rider a smile of sympathy. "Stay still and no one will harm you any more," she told him as the wave of Rebel riders came at them. This was not going to be easy. She was very glad that she had sparred with her brothers often enough for she was using many of those moves as she met folk out to kill her. Although, Peronith was a foreboding presence as she loomed over her rider to help protect her from these people wanting to hurt Hers.
K'mik was not far from his sister as he joined the fray, quarterstaff swinging where it needed to go to defend himself and the others around him.
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Sanrev's group met some of the riders rushing for the weyr holding the red's rider and G'rett, along with who knew how many others. Between himself and Sanresk in their familiar dancing, no one got past them unless they skirted them by more than the brown's long length.
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K'kaar had gone with Tanly to both help her with the rogue rider and to defend her if he needed to. No sense in her being left on her own...
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Post by Jazzeh on Sept 25, 2010 0:12:43 GMT -5
Tanyrth hissed in displeasure as his red-swirling eyes caught sight of the other dragons returning. Lust-driven as he was, he did not recognize the significance of that: that K'ain had called them back and that there were attackers in the Weyr. He snapped at a small blue who dared to swoop in beside him, sending the barely-grown dragon yelping and dropping back, unhurt but scared. In that time, Chrysoberyth had dropped, spiraling rapidly and the dull blue lashed his tail in irritation before angling himself after her. But he did not go straight down, instead anticipating a movement parallel to the ground, so his descent was rounded out from a right angle. He was only partially right, as she did not continue straight down. But she did not fly along the ground, either, shooting straight up. Losing altitude was one thing, but gaining it was another and he was left laboring after her, wings pumping furiously in an effort to catch back up with her.
Tanyrth's lust was a whirlwind of anger and passion inside her, turning her insides into liquid fire. She couldn't see straight, couldn't hear straight, couldn't react with the same agility she normally had. She couldn't understand why there were other people in the room that were not the blues and browns in pursuit of the red, but she did comprehend that they were a threat to her. Her posture was tense, wrinkles forming in the skin behind her ears and above her eyebrows as she waited in tense anticipation. Kanly was being manhandled and shoved into Z'zak and every inch of her detested that, Tanyrth's sight overpowering her own. Her eyes were wild as she looked upon the brownrider she now faced, knuckles white as she gripped her sorry excuse for a weapon. She hissed at him, not fully understanding what he was saying, but knowing that she did not like the sound of it. Then he was nodding at her and her eyes narrowed, perceiving the motion as a signal of some sorts. She lunged, her motions uncontrolled, unfocused, her entire body unbalanced, but her belt knife singing through the air in dangerous slashes.
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Post by sorra on Sept 25, 2010 11:22:26 GMT -5
C’olt swung his staff as one of the opposing Riders approached him, shouting obscenities at the Healer. The blond-haired young man stood fast, swapping his quarterstaff end-for-end before blocking an overhand blow that would have split him from crown to groin. C’olt pushed with all of his might to force his opponent to stumble backwards, and followed up with a feint to the solar plexus before swinging the other end around, connecting with the other man’s temple, sending him crashing to the ground and out of the battle. That brought an unexpected bonus: as the enemy Rider toppled over, he took down with him two more of his kind, allowing C’olt to quickly dispatch them both with well-placed shots to their heads, rendering them unconscious.
C’pher, meanwhile, brought his own short sword and clashed it against his opponent’s blade, trying to force it down to the ground. The young boy he was facing couldn’t possibly be more than fifteen turns; and for once the Searchrider was hesitant in wanting to fight. That nearly cost him, though, as the boy reached behind his back with his left hand and withdrew a slim dagger, thrusting it towards C’pher’s ribcage. It was all he could do to leap out of the way, but the dagger still found its’ mark, scoring his lower torso. The Searchrider grunted as he stumbled back, yet when his opponent moved in for the kill C’pher lashed out with a kick to the boy’s chest, sending the unfortunate victim flying through the air a few feet before landing on his back, his weapons clattering as he lost his grip on them. Fear was now evident in the boy’s eyes, and as C’pher started to approach him the boy scrambled backwards on his hands and feet, looking for help or for an escape route. Only twice did someone try to come to his rescue, but C’pher dispatched them both with a thrust of his short sword through the shoulder, rendering them unable to continue the fight. The boy he was chasing finally managed to get to his feet, and fled from the scene.
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G’rett stood there, jaw agape, when the woman in front of him revealed herself to be Quindara, her hand on his cheek. Rescue him? Was that why she and the others from Nova were here? But how did they know where he was? Part of his mind was still firmly attached to Coth, and his own vision was a bit blurred as he continued to view the Chase through the Bronze’s eyes. Yet his own lust had been stirred by the Flight, and right now he didn’t care whom he would wind up bedding. Keep Chasing, Coth, was all that G’rett could think on as of this point. His own hand reached up to take Quindara’s hand into his, and he released it so he could hoist her up by her waist, turning her around and holding her up against the wall before pressing his lips against hers, his hand fumbling at the waistband of her breeches. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
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B’ren watched as Q’del tried to get behind the wild-eyed woman, but it seemed her attention was focused on the scoundrel as she hissed at him, then narrowed her eyes and lunged, slashing through the air. He wasn’t quite prepared for the suddenness of it, and he suffered quite a few slashes on his chest and stomach, and the scoundrel stumbled and lost his balance and his grip on his blades, eventually landing on his back with a grunt of pain. It took him a moment or two to find the strength to lift his head, his breathing now a bit labored and sweat was starting to form on his brow. B’ren scowled. To between with this Bitran, he nearly cursed aloud as he struggled to get back to his feet, then slowly bent to retrieve his blades, never taking his eyes off the woman. Without warning, B'ren charged at Raziela, his own long knives flashing. The Brown Rider searched for an opening to slip just inside his opponent's defenses, and when he did, he'd teach this sorry excuse of a Bitran a thing or two.
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K’ain watched coldly as El’dan tried to explain himself, claiming his Tyverith never Chased and he only wanted to ensure Kanly’s well-being. That was when the Healer turned and tried to run off, and when one of the Green Riders in the corridor tried to stop the Healer, the self-styled Lord Holder merely shook his head. “Leave him,” he said. “He’ll have to live out his days as a coward if he does manage to escape. Although once we’ve dealt with these intruders, we’ll chase El’dan to the ends of Pern if we must. He’ll know what it’s like to be hunted, and not even Faranth can save him.” K’ain then pointed towards the main cavern with his blade. “Give no quarter to our…guests.” The last word he tried to inflect a bit of mock compassion, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. Obediently, the four Green Riders whom were waiting rushed into the fray, their belt knives drawn. K’ain merely strode forward, his eyes taking in the scene until they settled on a man and his black Wher. He’d seen a Wher before, but never a black one. Perhaps if he were to kill its Handler, he could always find a useful purpose for the ugly thing.
He waded into the thick of the fight, his sword and dagger parrying and countering, ripping apart flesh and sinew. Clearly most of these were Riders, as the death keen of dragons now started to permeate the air before fading, the graceful beasts jumping between. It was a sad thing, really, for such magnificent creatures to be lost in this fashion, he thought to himself. K’ain always had a great deal of admiration for his own Joreth, whom by now surely would be fighting some of the other dragons who belonged to these uninvited persons. But to him, this was strictly business.
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Post by sorra on Sept 25, 2010 11:41:34 GMT -5
Kiyoni guarded against the income attackers the best she could. Although she wasn't fast enough to dodge a young teen that she hadn't seen behind her. The search rider lost her breath as a staff met her side. She collapsed to her knees as Elliwodth bugled. Rivi darted around her head, protecting her until she could get back to her feet once more.
She was still coughing and sore, but she didn't want to chance being down long. Which was good because just as she got to her feet another person tried to attack her. She was able to block this one and hit him along the neck and shoulder, knocking him out.
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Tanly darted around a few people as she went to grab a green rider for the blue rider inside. She hadn't noticed K'kaar behind her as she slipped around the others. The girl tried to avoid a fight but was knocked into and tripped over other feet. She fell with a grunt of pain, feeling something give in her wrist. She knew that wasn't good, but she couldn't dwell on it long. She got back to her feet and snagged a green rider, pulling the resisting boy toward the room.
"B'ren!" she screamed when she saw the brown rider get knocked down. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched worriedly.
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Meera defended herself as she glanced back at M'lym. She didn't like having to fight ones who were so young. But it was either that or else get hurt yourself. She swung her staff, blocking an incoming hit to her side.
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T'tarel was surprised to see what a good fighter C'olt was. Well ,at least he wouldn't have to worry about the Healer not being able to defend himself. The bronze rider kept his sword swinging. He knew he couldn't let his guard down. Not even for a second. It could spell disaster.
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Ransk growled and took down one of the young ones. Easy. Too young to fight, the red said.
Randy smiled slightly. At least her wher was being careful and not injuring them too badly. She didn't want to see anyone hurt. Especially by her wher's sharp teeth. Randy turned just in time and tried to block a hit but she was slammed into the wall and hit her head, collapsing to the ground with a groan.
Ransk was instantly by her side and growling at anyone who tired to get close. No one was going to hurt Randy. The wher would make sure of that.
El'dan inwardly cringed when he heard K'ain's words. He had no doubt that the man would hold true to his words. El'dan would never be able to live a normal life. Not that living under K'ain's rule had exactly been normal. It had been awful, but at least he had been alive. He wasn't so sure now.
The blue rider took off running, receiving a few bruises and cuts as he tried to avoid the fighting. The only weapon he had was his belt knife and he hadn't even drawn that. He was a Healer, not a fighter. El'dan looked around him. His eyes widened when he saw Randy fall. Just be because she with the others didn't mean he wanted to see anyone hurt. He was a Healer after all. He carefully moved toward them.
Ransk growled warningly, snapping her teeth at him. El'dan tried to move, but the wher managed to rip his shirt sleeve and he winced. "Easy, I want to help."
The wher didn't let down her guard. She growled again, wanting to know where V'zee was to come help. She didn't want this strange man near her handler. She didn't trust him.
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Kikaya gripped her short sword as she stayed close to M'cal. "I don't like this, M'cal," she whispered, her hair falling into her face as she ran after her brother. "It's not right." Even she knew riders shouldn't be fighting riders. "I hope you're right. I want out of here."
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Post by Kit on Sept 26, 2010 3:01:43 GMT -5
Chrysoberyth was getting tired, not being used to flying for extended periods, but this just made her more frustrated. She saw Tanyrth snap at a young blue and she hissed at the older dragon. Settle down boys, no need to fight. she said scornfully. Males always made a mess of things, look at them down, there, fighting like children. She considered her energy reserves, and finding them sufficient, soared higher still before going into a backwards loop that tranformed midway into a corckscrewing dive.
Kanly gasped softly, caught up in the thrill, unaware of the chaos around her. Q'del had almost maneuvered himself behind her when she rushed B'ren. He swore as the brownrider was briefly overcome, but it gave him the opportunity he needed. He rushed her from behind, grabbing both her arms and trying to twist the knife out of her fingers.
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Quindara, meanwhile, was caught completely off guard by G'rett's sudden forcefulness and she gasped against his mouth. Still, she recovered quickly, and was soon passionately kissing him back, sliding her hands under the fabric of his tunic. The stone wall was cold against her back, even through her clothes and she shivered with both the sensation and the sudden flood of desire that his kiss had aroused.
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Arktos however, was not having so much fun. The first dragon keen nearly knocked him flat with sudden pain in heart and soul. Arkysk turned back to look after his master and was viciously kicked, causing the black wher to yelp loudly. This shook his handler out of his cloud of misery. With the flat of his blade he quickly incapacitated the man who'd kicked Arkysk before looking around.
Just a few yards away he saw a man laying waste to everyone he could reach with his sword, a look of arrogance pasted across his features. Well, this had to be the leader. He forwned and looked at Arkysk. The wher had had the wind knocked out of him but was other wise fine. They conferred silently for a moment, and the Arktos waded through the battle towards K'ain with a grim look, the one he usually wore when he was about to deliver some punishment to a troublesome Candidate. But behind him, Arkysk disappeared. At that moment, Arktos charge K'ain, trying to keep his attention focused forward, but behind him, Arkysk reappeared and ran at his back, intending to send him sprawling.
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Post by Jazzeh on Sept 26, 2010 19:01:46 GMT -5
Raziela barely registered the feeling of the flesh giving way in the path of her blade, so consumed with lust and adrenaline. When her opponent fell, she stopped, well-developed chest heaving as she panted from her efforts. Her moment of triumph lasted only a moment, as the brownrider was getting back to his feet. She took a couple steps backward, breath wheezing slightly in her chest. Her gaze was locked with his, neither willing to take their eyes off one another while the other still stood.
But even watching him so closely, she was not prepared as he struck out suddenly, his long blades reflecting the glowlight so that by chance Raziela was momentarily blinded. She hissed sharply as one of the knives scored her flesh, a thin red line rising from the wound. And as she stepped forward to attack again, large hands suddenly seized hers. She gave a frustrated cry, her voice rough with the mating lust. It was quite easily that she was disarmed, the insignificant belt knife clattering to the ground. She writhed in the other man's grasp, but she was no match for the 6'7" bronzerider.
Tanyrth straightened abruptly as the red berated him, wings flaring defensively, further interrupting his drop. He pinned his wings to his sides and dropped after her, but his anticipation of her movements was wrong and so he was again left to play catch up. He struggled to follow her, aware that whatever was going with Raziela down below was distracting him, leaving him unfocused. His agility was decreased and it made him angry enough that he did not miss her next maneuver. He slingshotted himself into the backwards loop after her, tightening the turn so that he gained valuable distance as she corkscrewed tightly downwards. He would have her still, his ruby prize.
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