Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
20.Oct.18, 08:49 AM
Indivara was somewhat surprised when the little gold decided to Hatching in the middle of the Clutch; usually the obnoxious little shits wanted all the crowning glory, and usually Hatched last to make a big show of how amazing they were. Indivara thought it would be interesting to see one spill from her egg first, but she doubted that would ever happen, if only because the sheer number of fellow eggs tipped the odds out of the gold’s favour.
The first mauling had Indivara flinching, pressing back against Veeth as she watched with a worried frown, all the memories of previous clutches, of previous maulings, fighting to make their way to the front of her mind. Indivara shuddered, but breathed a soft breath when the first girl was left alive, if bleeding, and she figured the dragonet would Impress to the woman behind her – she was wrong. Indivara gasped in horror, a hand flying up to her mouth, when the girl was thrown across the Sands, spraying blood in every direction and clearly dead. She watched in horror as the dead girl landed on another of her gold Candidates, who responded by screaming endlessly after she got out from under her.
Indivara didn’t know how to react when the gold ploughed into the boys, killing multiple Candidates without any thought or discrimination. She wanted to interrupt, to call the gold away from the young men and women she was responsible for – but her terror and memories of Hoth mauling her when he was in a similar fit of rage stilled her tongue. It wasn’t until Bedith spoke, and Venseth’s voice finally penetrated Indivara’s mind, that the woman pulled herself together enough to take action. The dragon vanished between and Indivara felt a wave of relief, realising with a hint of surprise that half of it was coming from Venseth.
Like Syrendryth, Venseth didn’t keen; his attention was focused half on Indivara, and half on corralling the Weyrlings they were in charge of. The large blue dragon had herded the group off towards the exit, but not out into the night, putting himself – wings spread and head snaking – between them and the vicious gold. Indivara, toppling off Veeth’s leg (she could sense his pain at the loss, if only because she knew him and knew how he would feel) and left her mate to care for his dragon, while she (somehow) managed to run a weird, waddling run across the Sands, giving a sharp whistle just before Syrendryth bellowed for attention.
Ducking under Venseth’s wing, Indivara took a quick count of the individuals gathered behind him, making sure all her Weyrlings were where they were supposed to be. She could hear T’ryn issuing commands as she carefully did a visual over each of the dragonets. More than a few of them looked terrified, but Indivara didn’t think that any were at immediate risk of going between in confusion or fear. “I know that was really scary,” Indivara spoke lowly, gazing around at the Weyrling humans, unsure where she found the ability to speak with such calm authority. “But you need to reassure your new lifemate…” She walked through the couples, instructing them to cuddle with their dragonet, to make sure they focused on happy memories, on how glad they were to be Bonded, on how much they loved their new dragons.
Anything to keep dragonet and human from thinking about the bloody scene Venseth was currently hiding from their view.
“Is anyone hurt?” Indivara knew the gold dragonet hadn’t come in their direction, but newly hatched dragonets – even bonded ones – could cause accidents and hurt themselves with their clumsy balance or hurt their mate by mistake.
The first mauling had Indivara flinching, pressing back against Veeth as she watched with a worried frown, all the memories of previous clutches, of previous maulings, fighting to make their way to the front of her mind. Indivara shuddered, but breathed a soft breath when the first girl was left alive, if bleeding, and she figured the dragonet would Impress to the woman behind her – she was wrong. Indivara gasped in horror, a hand flying up to her mouth, when the girl was thrown across the Sands, spraying blood in every direction and clearly dead. She watched in horror as the dead girl landed on another of her gold Candidates, who responded by screaming endlessly after she got out from under her.
Indivara didn’t know how to react when the gold ploughed into the boys, killing multiple Candidates without any thought or discrimination. She wanted to interrupt, to call the gold away from the young men and women she was responsible for – but her terror and memories of Hoth mauling her when he was in a similar fit of rage stilled her tongue. It wasn’t until Bedith spoke, and Venseth’s voice finally penetrated Indivara’s mind, that the woman pulled herself together enough to take action. The dragon vanished between and Indivara felt a wave of relief, realising with a hint of surprise that half of it was coming from Venseth.
Like Syrendryth, Venseth didn’t keen; his attention was focused half on Indivara, and half on corralling the Weyrlings they were in charge of. The large blue dragon had herded the group off towards the exit, but not out into the night, putting himself – wings spread and head snaking – between them and the vicious gold. Indivara, toppling off Veeth’s leg (she could sense his pain at the loss, if only because she knew him and knew how he would feel) and left her mate to care for his dragon, while she (somehow) managed to run a weird, waddling run across the Sands, giving a sharp whistle just before Syrendryth bellowed for attention.
Ducking under Venseth’s wing, Indivara took a quick count of the individuals gathered behind him, making sure all her Weyrlings were where they were supposed to be. She could hear T’ryn issuing commands as she carefully did a visual over each of the dragonets. More than a few of them looked terrified, but Indivara didn’t think that any were at immediate risk of going between in confusion or fear. “I know that was really scary,” Indivara spoke lowly, gazing around at the Weyrling humans, unsure where she found the ability to speak with such calm authority. “But you need to reassure your new lifemate…” She walked through the couples, instructing them to cuddle with their dragonet, to make sure they focused on happy memories, on how glad they were to be Bonded, on how much they loved their new dragons.
Anything to keep dragonet and human from thinking about the bloody scene Venseth was currently hiding from their view.
“Is anyone hurt?” Indivara knew the gold dragonet hadn’t come in their direction, but newly hatched dragonets – even bonded ones – could cause accidents and hurt themselves with their clumsy balance or hurt their mate by mistake.
