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Post by Lark on Dec 11, 2011 15:47:40 GMT -5
It was into the night, the stars above cast a silvery glow on the sands. Loraketh would have thought it pretty if she had just gotten here, but the Queen, now bound to this place for many sevendays, was anything but pleased. She shifted uncomfortably on her haunches, sitting and watching the shadows. The dragoness' stomach rumbled again, a complaining growl. As an egg twitched nearby, Loraketh rose to place it back in its spot. The shell was hard and warm, and the Gold knew they would hatch within the next sevenday.
Perhaps that was what was making her antsy once more? She looked around, her wings flexing outward before folding back against her sides. Drawing her tail around her front paws, Loraketh sat once more like a proud feline as she glanced over her clutch. It was not much bigger than her last, but it was bigger. She tilted her head, studying the eggs in front of her. Sweeping it to the side, she looked at the lone egg she had shoved away from the bunch. A low hiss escaped her throat before she whined. A mother shouldn't hate her children, yet that one was wrong.
Loraketh settled back on her side as she yawned wide, eyes blinking as she fidgeted. There was a dent in the sands where her body had stayed for so long. Poking the sand beneath her with a claw, the dragoness narrowed her eyes. She needed out of this place! Sending her mind out for the clutche's father, Loraketh spoke to Sithorath. Get your tail down here, I'm hungry! She flared her wings, stalking off a bit before launching into the air so that she didn't bother the eggs.
If the brown thought he was merely bringing her a late night snack, he had another thing coming. Watch them! Her order was firm, holding no sweetness. She was too far gone right now for that. The dragoness wanted to sink her fangs into something and she wanted to fly. Too long had she been stuck down there on the earth, she was a creature of the sky! Spiraling, she headed not for the feeding pens nearby, but the woods.
She was gone for half a little over a candle mark, bothered little by the idea that there was only the clutch's father to protect the precious eggs. Sithorath would do his job and watch them she was sure, no father in his right mind would be okay with a damaged child due to a wayward weyrfolk. Finally deciding to get up and head back, Loraketh sighed and swept her wings upward before pushing them down again. By the time she got back and backwinged to the sands, she noticed the brown was not here.
Instantly the Queen was alarmed, looking around to check if everything was alright. What she saw made her shriek in a tone that surely woke everyone in the Weyr immediately. THEY'VE STOLEN AN EGG! ONE OF THEM IS MISSING! She glared at the empty spot where The Reckless Egg had been before. The egg that she had placed between her feet at all times on the sands was no longer there. |
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Post by Akira on Dec 11, 2011 16:08:56 GMT -5
Stallorth yawned loudly as he lay, relaxing, on his couch. It was a beautiful night out, and he should very well have been asleep. But there was something about this night that wouldn’t let him slip away into that restful night’s sleep he was looking for. Then he heard a noise that had him in the air, roaring loudly, and angrily. He back winged quickly, and landed next to the hatching sands. Which one is missing Loraketh?! He didn’t dare get close enough to see which egg was missing.
Stallorth knew that a gold could be dangerous at the best of times, but one that had just lost an egg to a thief, was not one that you wanted to get near. His bronze tail lashed the night air as he waited for her response. His head swiveling from side to side as he watched for any hint as to who or what had stolen his queen’s egg. A low growl could be heard emanating from his chest, and his sharp teeth could be seen from his snarling jaws. A clear warning for whomever had taken the egg.
T’rian had almost jumped right out of bed. WHAT IN FARANTH’S NAME IS GOING ON?!?!?! He looked over at where his mate usually slept beside him, and wondered if she knew what Loraketh was screaming about, and why his own dragon was roaring and causing a ruckus. Then he did jump out of bed, and ran over to where his twins had been laying sound asleep. Well, he had thought they were sound asleep, but he never could tell with the eldest of the twins.
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Post by Zara on Dec 11, 2011 19:10:31 GMT -5
Iirla was awakened instantly, though she didn't quite jump out of bed rather than fall. Izanycorth was up and hissing in irritation. Which egg Loraketh? The Southerners have taken it? Her hiss was low and dangerous as she stretched her wings, her eyes looking for any movement that would be one of those Southern Browns. MaerathLoveMine. Do you see any of them? She hissed again and lashed her tail.
Her eyes were whirling red with anger and irritation. Who would DARE to steal an egg from their Weyr! Oh if only she were bigger! She would tear them apart! Oh yes!
She wanted to head down the sands, but she would not leave hers. BraymothBrotherMine! KelathDearMine! Be on the look out! She hissed and looked back over her shoulder again.
Iirla picked herself up, her firelizards flying around irritably above her head. They were not happy. Theirs was on the floor here and laying on the floor after falling out of bed and possibly hurting herself in the process.
Iirla picked herself up and immediately scrambled to dress. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and pulled her tunic and her skirt on followed by her sandals.
She headed out into the hall outside her weyr and started headed down towards the Weyrbowl even as her dragoness flew out above the Weyrbowl and to the Weyrheights, where she watched out over the Weyrbowl still, oh... she wanted to find them.
She wanted to tear them apart, but she didn't. She couldn't do anythingabout it.
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Post by derek on Dec 11, 2011 20:03:56 GMT -5
S'bel jumped from his bed with a feral roar, his belt knife (which was always under his pillow) gripped tightly in his hand. It was an immediate reaction to Loraketh's screech, and then to Maerath's furious bellow.
The bronze dragon had not only responded to Loraketh's cry, but to Izanycorth's. His eyes spinning a furious red, he urged his Bonded to move faster! They were needed on the sands, or searching for the Southern riders.
S'bel, responding to the urge of his dragon, quickly shoved his feet into a pair of boots. He was already in breeches, and he pulled on the first tunic within reach. He looked like a train-wreck, but he was needed.
Launching himself onto the bronze dragon's back, he gave Maerath the okay to fly. The bronze dropped from their Weyr, flaring his wings, and popped between to the Weyr Bowl, where he saw Izanycorth. S'bel noted Iirla running along the ground, but Maerath was in such a rage that he would not land to pick her up, only fly to Search for the Thieves.
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Post by Zero on Dec 11, 2011 20:56:50 GMT -5
Sithorath was already awake when Loraketh’s call came. She wanted him to watch the eggs? Him? Well he wasn’t going to deny her request. He had sired those eggs after all. Stepping out of his weyr, the skinny brown stretched and flexed his wings before hopping from his ledge and lazily gliding down to the warm sands. By now Loraketh had already departed, leaving the WeyrKing on his own to inspect the hardening clutch. His single functioning eye flashed in the dim light as his head swiveled to regard the arrangement in which the clutch mother had displayed the eggs.
Carefully picking his way around the hardening clutch, Sithorath slowly sat and wrapped his tail around his forepaws. Lifting his head, he scanned the starry sky for any sign of the returning mother. She may have been quick to call him to watch the clutch while she hunted but would most likely be even quicker to shoo him away.
Take it. His riders voice snapped against his mind. The command, the order, cold and emotionless. Sithorath whined softly and he gazed down sadly at the egg in question. Rising he unfurled his wings and carefully scooped up the large egg from the sand and cradled it protectively against his chest. He hated to do this, to become the thief in the night, but His had commanded it so it must be done. The blind dragon would never think of disobeying or disappointing His. With a low, saddened, croon to the remaining eggs, Sithorath leapt from the sands and without a word picked up Ar’rex from their weyr before vanishing out into the dead of night.
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S’val nearly fell from his bed as Loraketh’s alarm sounded and was quickly followed by half a dozen other Trelis dragons. Leaping to his feet he quickly dressed and ran from his weyr to join Solarith looking like something the cat dragged in.
Solarith bellowed, adding his own voice to the countless others, before he dove from his ledge and made a beeline for the Sands. There was already a flurry of commotion with enraged and confused dragons and equally upset and concerned riders. Where was he needed? On the ground or in the air starting the search? Clenching his jaw against his bubbling frustration the bronze rider quickly made his decision and urged his companion to drop him near the remaining clutch while Solarith took to the skies.
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Post by Zara on Dec 11, 2011 21:32:10 GMT -5
"It's time, Amiith." Samara was standing, dressed in her full riding gear and dressed for a fight... just in case. Even though she doesn't think she'll need to fight.
It is indeed. Loraketh. Mine and I have something of importance for you to know. He is taking the egg back to Southern on the orders of the Senior Weyrwoman. Mine and I shall help to track him down. And I am certain that Gormyth and His shall help as well...
The large male sat perched on his ledge, his harness ready. He was ready to fly. He was ready to take them on. His rumbling roar was there as he felt his vault onto his back and they took off into the air after Ar'rex and his dragon. He will not chance going Between with the egg, Loraketh. IF we Between, then we can head them off. We should encircle the Weyr out far enough out to catch them in between. They can't have gotten far by now. His tone was humble and apologetic as he tried to devise a plan to get her egg back for her.
He hissed again, fully ready for what might come. If his body should be rend limb from limb. Samara bit her lip even as she and Amiith landed in the sands of the Hatching grounds, waiting to see what Loraketh would do. Even if that meant killing them. Samara bit her lip, feeling her heart race as she sat on her dragon's back, watching the Gold and ready to feel her jaws sink into their flesh.
We should just go after Sithorath! Forget this Amiith!
Amiith gave a low hiss. They needed trust. If we just go after them... we will not have their trust. Not at all. We will seem like accomplices. And that is what we don't want.
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Post by jillianna on Dec 12, 2011 2:38:28 GMT -5
Gormyth felt the queen's rage. He had done it then. Sithorath had taken the egg. All was going according to the plan of the Weyrwoman. G'lwein swung into position and leaned low.
"Follow silently my brother. We must keep him in sight at all times. "
Gormyth launched himself into the air, following Sithorath. He sent his voice out to Loraketh, then to all the wingleaders of trelis.
We see him my lady. The egg is unharmed. We will wait for backup to arrive before we try to overtake him. We will not risk harm to your child, but he will not reach southern with the egg. We vow this and will die to ensure your child is returned safely to you.
G'lwein hung on as they rode the winds, far above Sithorath and Ar'rex. Tell amiith that we're following and we're waiting for them. And tell him not to let a SINGLE THING happen to my samara.
Brother, assure Loraketh we see her egg, and are fast on it's trail. Do you remember the waterfall above the Canyons a candle's height time before the mountains? Between and meet us there. We will overtake them and bring the egg safely back. And dont let anything happen to yours. Mine is worried.
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Post by Zara on Dec 12, 2011 3:00:02 GMT -5
Amiith rumbled. My brother, Gormyth is already following them and sees them. He wishes us to head them off at the waterfall above the Canyon. If there is anyone who will be able to successfully save your egg, it is Gormyth and His.
Samara nodded her agreement. "Gl'wein, my weyrmate, didn't come here to obey the Southern Weyrwoman. He came to protect you and your Weyr and I did as well."
Tell yours that I shall protect mine to my last breath. He does not need to worry. but he best be ready for the interrogation that will likely follow after this egg is saved.
Samara took a deep breath. She couldn't order the wingleaders. "Please forgive me for this... but... if you cannot send a wing, at least, to this location soon... I will go myself and bring the egg back to you..."
Loraketh. Your child must be returned to you safely.
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Post by Zirin on Dec 12, 2011 3:29:39 GMT -5
There had been a plan. There had always been a plan. Their reason for coming had been to befriend the Trelis riders and eventually return to Southern with one of those mutant sub-queens. From the ledge outside his weyr, Syphraelth rumbled with worry. He was nervous, he could feel the wrongness in the air and it was making him uncomfortable. They wouldn’t really… would they Gar? The brown’s voice was a piteous whine in the back of J’degar’s mind. It’s okay Syph… There’s no way he would go through with it. There’s no way Loraketh would give them access to the eggs. Syphraelth seemed to settle a bit at the idea and lowered his head, closing his eyes for a rest.
The nap was short lived however, as soon the very queen’s own voice was echoing through his mind. He hissed and J’degar was immediately at the brown’s side. Shards… that idiot hadn’t really… had he? Loraketh’s raging voice was proof enough; Ar’rex had stolen the egg. What do we do now… J’degar grimaced. A good rider followed the orders of his Weyrleaders without question, and Southern’s Weyrwoman had ordered this. At the same time, he had been taught how wrong it was to do this.
“If we help Ar’rex we will return to Southern and return to our posts. We have no home here, we are not welcome here.” His voice was cold as he stared down at the chaotic Weyrbowl. But it is WRONG! Gar buried his face in the brown flank. He no longer felt like the experienced, confident wingthird he had become. He felt like he had that day… so long ago when he watched his wife between forever. It was the same helplessness. What could HE do? Either way there was bad. If he tried to help Trelis, he would be banished from Southern, and he doubted they would welcome him here. If he helped steal the egg he would have a home… but at what mental cost. A tear rolled down his cheek as he mounted Syphraelth. He felt a scared, questioning tone from the brown. I’ve heard the wilderness around here is habitable anyways.
It was all the brown needed. He rose in the air, screaming his defiance. Where did they go little queen!? He called to Izanycorth. He and His had wronged Trelis; and it was time they paid their dues. He doubted Trelis would give him any help though. They hated him. He would have to do something he never wanted to do… but Samara had allied herself quite strongly to Trelis it seemed. Syphraelth did as asked and contacted the female-ridden brown. Amiith. Where are you and yours. Where is Sithorath?!
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Post by Lark on Dec 13, 2011 19:16:12 GMT -5
Loraketh lashed her tail behind her as one by one the dragons woke to her screams. The eggs beneath her folded wings twitched unhappily, knowing full well that something was wrong. She arched over them, hissing at any that tried to land in the Hatching Sands. Even Stallorth was not saved from the Queen's fury. Kill him! Make him bring it back, he must not between! I WANT MY EGGG! Whining, she snapped her jaws together, torn between wanting to go and find the brown herself and needing to stay with her remaining eggs to protect them.
She tilted her head though as the other southern browns spoke. Could she trust them? A small, fuzzy picture floated against her mind. Weird ones good! Bad one not far.... Piecing the images and feelings together into words took some time, but finally the gold nodded her head. If Hers dragonet thought it was okay to trust them, then surely it was fine. Amiith...please just bring it back. Her voice turned to a pleading keen as she dropped her head to lick one of the eggs. It was The Warrior Egg, and she nuzzled it. Everything will be okay, you'll see. Nothing bad will happen to you too.
Loraketh flapped her wings as she waited for the events to play out. In the Weyrwoman's quarters, Inali jerked awake with her dragon's initial screams. At T'rian's alarm she only got worse. "I don't know...I....her egg! They took the Sub-Queen egg!" Grabbing the nearby robe, she pulled it on and ran out of the weyr into her dragon's cave and down the steps to the hatching sands where Loraketh lay waiting. "It'll be fine....let them into the sands love." The Queen hissed but nodded. Riders here to talk with Mine and Stallorth's Own. Dragons out to search for Sithorath with Amiith and Gormyth and Syphraelth's riders. |
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Post by Akira on Dec 13, 2011 19:36:36 GMT -5
Stallorth turned and hissed at the Southern dragon that had dared land in the sands. He started to move towards the one called Amiith when he felt his rider holding him back with the bond they shared. He didn’t want to just sit by while that brown dragon intruded where he was not wanted. But his was right; this wasn’t the dragon that had caused it. Stallorth slapped his tail against the ground, causing sand and dirt to fly all around the large bronze appendage. He growled, deep in his throat, as more and more dragon’s appeared. At this point, he wasn’t much more than a feral dragon protecting what he believed was his, and so help any male that dared get too close.
T’rian made sure that his children were safe, and that there was someone there to keep an eye on them while their parents were out dealing with what was going on. After pulling on a pair of pants, he quickly ran for the hatching sands. After pushing his way through all the riders and dragons that had gathered, he finally made his way to stand by Inali’s side. He needed to find out what had happened, but unfortunately it didn’t seem like that would happen any time soon. He sighed and debated whether or not to scream at the others to try and get some order, but he decided to let his mate handle this. After all, what did he know about eggs?!
Stallorth was torn between staying with Loraketh and the eggs, and going to find that brown thief, and killing him himself. His eyes were large pools of rage and concern. He turned his large head to look at his queen. He crooned sadly at her, and tried to figure out what he should do. He kept opening and closing his wings, an obvious sign that the large male was torn between the dragoness that he considered to be his mate, and the egg that wasn’t even his. It had been lain on Trelis Sands. That was all he needed to hear. He launched into the air, his jaws open, and a loud, angry roar filled the night. He beat his wings as hard as he could to find the thief.
(((OOC: All the others are here, so if you want to rp with them go a head. Rayas is well off to the sides, scared out of his mind, and not really sure what to do.)))
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Post by Zero on Dec 13, 2011 20:24:32 GMT -5
They were hugging the ocean as they fled. A black silhouette against a blacker sea. Almost impossible to see from above if they were being chased, which they most likely were. It looked like such a stealthy act but really the duo were in a mental battle of wills. We’re almost there! Now calm down and concentrate before you drop the thing!! Ar’rex practically hissed at his dragon through their link. Trying to keep him on course. Oh they were so close. The silly brown just needed to hold himself together just a bit longer.
Sithorath keened and nearly whimpered. The mental abuse from this one dastardly act was traumatizing and would surely change the duo for life. The blind ‘King’ wobbled sharply in flight, another moment of clear hesitation. It was clear he so wished to turn back and set his precious egg back on Trelis sands even though Loraketh would most likely see the end to his life. Ar’rex… Mine, we need to go…
The blind dragon wasn’t allowed to finish however as His quickly cut him off with a growl of annoyance.
He tightened his protective hold on his unhatched child and after sparing a glance to the quickly approaching cliffs of Southern, Sithorath veered sharply to the left and roughly landed on the shore, just a short reach from the grasp of the high tide. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?” Ignoring the man, the lanky brown carefully set his child in the lukewarm sands and nuzzled it sadly, one last time before releasing the egg from his grasp.
I am doing what’s rig-- Suddenly there was a loud pop and a steady rush of cold air. The clear sign that someone, or something, had just betweened to the sands. Sithorath balked and moved to snatch his egg back up, away from this unknown intruder but he would prove to be too slow. The bronze Solarith screamed his defiance at the smaller brown and leapt at the other male from the shadows. The blind dragon screamed in pain as claws raked his side, even managing to catch Rex’s own leg, and sharpened teeth snapped at his wings.
The rider and dragon duo both cried out in pain as blood and ichor spilled from their wounds at the surprise ambush. Staggering back against the crash of the waves Sithorath quickly took to the skies as other Trelis dragons soon appeared. The Southern brown soon disappeared with a quick ‘pop’ of between. He arrived at neither Trelis nor Southern as there was no home left for him to return too.
Solarith snorted at the browns exit and cautiously moved to inspect the egg. Lowering his head he sniffed tentatively at it and received a light wiggle in response which caused him to snort in surprise. Eyes still swirling red, the large male picked the egg up with an almost unnatural tenderness and cradled it to his chest. A single growl was directed towards every other dragon that had shown up on their Queen’s orders. He was still ready to kill at a moments notice...Trelis brethern or not.
If anyone so dares to lay a claw on this egg, so help me I will end them. Ichor and crimson dripped from his jaws and flecked the hardened shell as he twisted his head back and forth, making sure to keep all the gathering dragons in his sight. No one was touching this egg.
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