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Rise to the Occasion; Open; Thread Fall Over the Cove; Mid-day
Topic Started: Oct 14 2015, 01:54 PM (212 Views)
Synn Fetale
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
[align=center]Prompt: There are no schedules and maps of threadfall in the South. Because of this, those who are there must rely on the senses of the dragons and the wild fire lizards for notice. Today, it is infernally hot and the resident population of fire lizards has retreated to the shade of the cliff caves. When the haze of thread sweeps in over the ocean, no one expects it or notices until the fish begin to swarm in anticipation of a feast and the dolphins in the cove begin to feast on them. You look up and spot the tell-tale strings of silver in the sky rushing in over the water. Sound the alarm! [/align]

The recently discovered south still held many mysteries. Thread Fall, for example; the Vaioans still had no idea when to expect it. So it was that sentries were posted every day to watch out for incoming silver rain. Today happened to be Synn’s day to look over the Cove and it just so happened to be scorching hot, even by Vaioan standards.

Cursing her luck, Synn tugged at the neck of her riding leathers, wishing she could just strip them off and cool off in the ocean. But that, of course, would be unwise for two reasons: one was huge snakes that still resided in and along the coast and the other was the fact that she needed to be ready to act at a moment’s notice. “At least the heat has the firelizards hiding,” she commented, trying to find some good in their situation. The native flitts were very annoying in her opinion. They stuck their noses into everything and had zero respect for boundaries.

That’s true, Colindith commented, extending a wing over his rider to offer shade. But, by the same token, their absence makes our job more difficult, yes.

It was true. Without the firelizards to alert her to the threat of Thread, Synn had to rely on her eyes and her dragon’s senses alone. But that was fine by her. After all, her eyes were very sharp and she trusted Colindith’s intuition explicitly.

Hours passed and Rukbat continued to beat down without mercy on the black pair, but they kept their post without fail. They tried to tuck themselves away from the heat as much as possible against the cove’s massif, but they could not sacrifice vantage for comfort and shade was hard to come by in this little “paradise.”

For a long while the day was quiet. ‘Snakes bathed in the heat of Rukbat on the white sand beaches below, but other than that there were few signs of life. That changed, however, when scores of fish swarmed the reef and began jumping excitedly out of the waters. The silvery creatures were soon followed by hungry dolphins that were quick to take advantage at the congregation of their favorite meal and began feasting.

Synn, feeling Col grow ridged beside her, instantly took these signs for what they were and her eyes snapped up to the horizon. Sure enough, dark clouds had rolled in. “Thread!” Synn was up and moving. “Col, sound the alarm!” Within seconds she had herself strapped in on her dragon’s neck. She snapped her flight goggles down over her eyes and slapped her dragon’s neck. It would be good to fight thread; anything to take her mind off the infernal heat.

Thread incoming, yes! Colindith bugled, reaching out to his fellow dragons with urgency. To me! The black then leapt into the darkening sky and began flying in a wide circle over the Cove. Waiting for the Wing to assemble, Col brought his head around to accept some fire stone from his rider’s palm. This was his purpose and he would give his all to protect this new potential home.
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Thread falls! Rise, Southern wings!

The boom of his normally-quiet dragon's voice roused G'ist from his nap better than any other alarm could. He gasped, wiping sweat from his eyes and blinking groggily. Kor, what... A feeling of dread hardened in the pit of his stomach. Kormoranth was a quiet dragon. Something bad must have happened to make him shout. What had he said...

Thread, G'ist. Prepare yourself. A huge shadow fell over Gus' tent, and a sandy brown nose nudged its way through the entrance flaps. Rise! Today, we prove that we have what it takes to lead. This is a new place. We must rise quickly. There was an excitement in his voice that Gus rarely heard. It was excitement of the possibility of proving their mettle to the older riders here. Nostrils flared and puffed a jet of hot air in Gus' direction. The muggy dragon breath quickly filled the tent, urging the young man into action.

Shaking his head rapidly in hopes of clearing it, G'ist scrambled to his feet. His entire body still felt heavy and weary from the heat, and he opened his gear trunk and eyed his leathers--so pristine and freshly oiled--with distaste. They would suffocate him. But one couldn't fly Thread in underwear only. Groaning, he dressed and shouldered Kormoranth's harness, shoving the brown's nose. "Let me out, then." Already, sweat was gathering in his armpits and the back of his neck. This was going to be miserable.

Stop complaining. We must make sacrifices of comfort to lead. Kormoranth backed away, and Gus stepped into the blinding sunshine. As he harnessed his brown, he looked out over the sea. Sure enough, there was a great wave of white on the horizon, easily spotted against the pale gray of the Southern sky. Tightening the last strap, Gus darted past Kormoranth with a parting slap, the dragon shadowing him to the camp's firestone reserves. There were already workers there, preparing bags of the stone for the dragons. Gus accepted three, nodding gratefully, and tied them to Kormoranth's straps before vaulting into place. Do you see Ni'ka and Kiz?

You will be the first to know when I do. Spreading his mottled wings, Kormoranth took to the sky, joining Colindith in circling the Cove. He nodded to the black, the only outward sign of his approval of his and Synn's quick response. They are good. Vigilant.

Gus couldn't help but agree, and he gave Synn two thumbs up before lowering his goggles and beginning to feed Kormoranth firestone. Don't forget to chew slowly. I know there's a rush, but no rush.

Yes. I know, Gus. Stay safe.

You too.




OOC: Tasem and Zoranth are also flying and are available for tags.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

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K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Synn Fetale
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
As a multitude of dragons rose around them, answering the urgent summons, Synn and Colindith kept to the center. They would claim the position of Floater, who better suited for the fast-paced, all-important task? They would take on the responsibility without a second thought, eager to prove their worth to anyone willing to see.

Before long the full strength of the Wing had rallied. Synn couldn’t help but smile at the boy who had given her two thumbs up. His eagerness played at her soft side and she gave him a quick nod, as if to offer a silent promise. She would watch his blind spots. She’d keep him safe, along with everyone else, if she could.

Fly well, Col chimed to the brown, sensing the older dragon’s approval with glee. Let’s make some ash, yes!

Then the leader gave a signal just as the threat of Thread washed closer to land. The idea was to head it off before the menace even had a chance to touch the shores of their new home. The entire wing moved smoothly, a singular body, following the lead of the commanding pair at the head. Then, dragons breathed fire.

As they fell under the ominous clouds which spilled silver rain Synn was on high alert. Her calves were flexed as she stood slightly in the stirrups of her saddle, her eyes flicking here and there, scanning and watching. She called out when she saw stray clumps threaten lives, and received quick looks of gratitude for the warnings she offered.

Colindith was just as vigilant. He torched tangles and dodged around freely in the open space of the middle of the formation, even as he watched out for the well-being of his wing mates. He was spending energy fast; he wouldn’t be able to keep this up forever. But he would selflessly give his all while he could.

Just let me know when you’re spent, we’ll tag out.

I will. I’m fine for now. The black executed a quick back flip when a large tangle blew his way, effectively dodging it. But as it writhed passed him he realized it was heading for another. Heads up, Kizelth!

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Ni’ka rolled off her cot, groaning and reluctant to leave the comfort of her tent. The day was so hot. Why, Faranth why, did Thread have to fall today? “Figures,” she griped, pulling on her necessary flight gear.

Stop whining. You are making my head hurt! Kizelth had herself half-coiled around her rider’s tent and was no more eager to go to work. However, as she watched the dark clouds roll in, a primal hatred rose in her gut. The lure of burning Thread was the only thing strong enough to pull her to her feet.

“I didn’t even say much!” the green rider retorted as she wiggled into her pants. With her skin already sticky from the humidity she knew this fight would be absolutely awful! And, to add to her misery, she had an ornery dragon to deal with. “I wish you would just rise already.”

Kiz snorted sharply and slammed her tail down, sending a spray of sand into the air. Don’t start with that again! Or I’ll hold you upside down by your ankles for a while again.

“Bet you will,” Ni’ka replied, shuddering at that memory. “I’m just sayin’ you’ll be happier once you get it out of your system. Must you be so stubborn about everything?”

Look who is talking!

The blond girl puffed her cheeks and blew the air out slowly, exasperated. This wasn’t the time for a fight, so she let the subject drop yet again. Once she was properly dressed she moved outside, wincing into the bright day, and fitted her dragoness with her straps. It was a quick process and soon Ni’ka was mounted up with firestone sacks at the ready. “Just try to focus. I’d rather not get hurt today.”

Kiz snorted and shook herself, almost throwing her rider. Then she launched herself sloppily into the sky. I’m always focused.

“Liar…” she whispered, clinging tightly to the saddle as the pair joined the group in the sky.

Kizelth was quick to spot Kor’s form and she inserted herself in front of the brown dragon. She didn’t say anything to him, she didn’t even look at him. But she did want to be near him and there was no one else she would prefer to have watching her back.

Ni’ka took a deep, steadying breath and twisted to wave back at G’ist. She was scared, and the look on her face probably attested to her fears. She couldn’t manage a smile. Something just felt… off. Maybe she was the one who needed to focus.

Before she could calm her nerves, though, they had moved in to attack. More than one time the energetic Floater called out to her, and Ni’ka was thankful for the black pair. They, unlike her, seemed to be in their element and on top of the game. Their spunk inspire her and it seemed like maybe this flight would go smoothly, until a warning came too late.

The green dragon had been spitting her fire with great angst, scorching countless strands with wild abandon. But when Col called out a warning she was slow to react. When she finally brought her head around to see the danger, she had no time. The mass was shooting straight at her rider and there was only one think Kiz could do. She twisted and opened her mouth, burning what she could, as she took the clump right in her chest. The clump was burning, but half of it was still alive, and it ate into her flesh with such ferocity she couldn’t even see! So she screamed and kicked and used her front claws to try to dig the stuff out of her chest, but it only ended up burning her paws too.

“Kizelth!” Ni’ka felt the pain of her dragon as her own and cried out too. Her dragon’s wings were only wild, mindless sails now and they were quick to fall out of formation. The girl panicked; this was the first time they had taken a serious hit! Between! Yeah, she needed to get between! But her dragon had a wall up, as if to protect her rider from the pain. But it also thwarted the girl’s attempt to lead them between. “Help!” she bellowed as tears streamed from her eyes. If they stayed long, Kizelth would die… the thread was burrowing fast, digging greedily closer to her vital organs.
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G'ist and Kormoranth - Tag: Synn, Col, Ni'ka, and Kiz:

It looked like Synn and Colindith had taken up a floater position. G'ist figured that they'd do well there; Colindith was fast. And if he ran out of steam, another would take his place. Just not N'ika and Kiz. He would take the position himself if he needed to, to spare the greenpair the most dangerous job in a Fall. As he watched, a small, very dark dragon joined Colindith in the center of the formation. Blue Zoranth. Another wiry, fast dragon. G'ist could remember seeing the Istan blue up close, and he'd been horrified by the multitude of scars on his body. An experienced fighter. And a reckless one.

You as well, Kormoranth replied to Colindith, before swallowing the last chunk of firestone. Kizelth caught his attention, and he nodded to the lifemate of his Gus' friend. She didn't acknowledge him, of course, but he did not mind much. Kizelth was a dedicated fighter, and they had always fought well together in Basalt, from what his Gus remembered. There was no other dragon that he would rather have near. G'ist returned Ni'ka's wave, grinning at her in an attempt to help ease her blatant fear. "All set?!" he bellowed, as light and airy as if they were discussing a Gather.

And then Kormoranth was up and surging up and forward with the wing. He would do all he could to meet their objective: burn the Threads to ash before they even touched land. As they finally reached their foe, Kormoranth's jaws parted, and fire spewed out, charring strands, clumps, air.

G'ist whooped, holding on tightly as his brown wove, dove, spun with as much agility as a beast his size could. Kormoranth was agile for a brown, thanks to his lanky frame. His huge wings, though, were a huge target. A cry from Synn saved his left leading sail from sure wreckage. Tucking the appendage in, Kormoranth tilted to the side, neck reaching down and between his forelegs so that he could flame the tangle.

Thank you, Colindith.

Shortly after, Colindith's warning to Kizelth sounded. G'ist's head snapped forward, and his eyes widened behind his goggles. Kormoranth roared a second warning, but it was too late. As if in slow motion, the brownpair watched Kizelth roll and flame. Her screams, and Ni'ka's, pierced their ears. Kor! Go! Kizelth was flailing, clawing at her chest. Her and Ni'ka would crash if she kept that up. Or Thread would completely engulf them.

Kormoranth lunged forward, grunting as he was buffeted by Kizelth's wings. Had she been bigger, she would have almost knocked him out of the sky. Thankfully, she wasn't, and he was able to get a good grip on her with all four paws. In a stern, yet soft, voice, he commanded with the will of a brown, Be still! In a less verbal, more visual manner, he projected onto her that she would cause more harm with her claws if she continued to try and tear the Threads out.

Between! G'ist's heart was in his throat, and his stomach was somewhere down in his knees. With a great sense of deja vu, he wondered if Caylan and Parath had been this frightened when they had saved him and Kormoranth over Big Bay. His own hands were trembling as he formed a picture of a spot, far enough from the Fall, above the jungle. From there, he and Kormoranth could find a save spot further down the cove to land, and Kormoranth could call in a wher or a tired-out dragon to bring them a healer. Yes, that was the best option, right? It seemed so to his panicking mind.

Breathe, Gus, Kormoranth ordered, as calm and level-headed as possible. And then blackness surrounded them, for what felt like forever, before they burst into Thread-free air.




Tasem and Zoranth - Tag: Synn and Col, Open:

Zoranth and Tasem were simultaneously quivering with energy and excitement as they joined the gathering formation of dragonpairs on the beach. Both were used to flying in tropical heat. Tasem's personal leathers were designed for it; thinner and less insulated than the leathers of many other riders. It offered less protection during trips Between, but it was very worth it. Get ready, Zoranth they urged their blue as they fed him 'stone. Zoranth nodded, taking up a position in the center of formation, parallel to Colindith.

We will float with you. Fly well and aim true, he told the younger dragon, nodding encouragingly. Tasem grinned over at Synn, lowering their goggles over their eyes.

"Ready for some fardling fun?!"

The wind tore their words from their mouth as Zoranth rose with the wing. They turned their head to locate their weyrmate, grinning to her and her blue. The smile held a promise, like always: See you after Fall. Granted, they'd likely reunite while Tasem and-or Zoranth were being patched up by the healers, but they would be alive. They always were. Let's go, Zoranth!

To win or die! With a near child-like zeal, the bluepair tackled their ancient enemy. Zoranth's flame was short and quick, but it did damage just as well as a bronze's. The swift bursts of fire were perfect for effectively saving wingmates from Thread without accidentally burning them. While Zoranth wheeled and turned and flipped, Tasem sat up tall and acted as the eyes of the pair, calling out warnings to wingmates when needed, and watching out for their fellow floaters as well.

There was a scream to their right, and Tasem turned to quickly check it out. A green had gotten scored. But a brown had her, so the bluerider focused back on their own task with their typical relish. Burn! Burn! Burn!




OOC: Synn, let me know if everything's all right! I didn't want to get godmoddy, so definitely have Kiz ignore Kor if you want! And tell me if anything should be changed! :)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

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K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

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Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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