01.Dec.12, 10:04 PM
No! D’ren!
Roanrth’s voice was familiar to many of Katila’s residents. The gentle dragon, always oblivious to the attitudes of others, liked to think of everyone as his friend. Few would even conceive of an angry Ronarth.
Tonight, the bronze’s voice lacked its usual sweetness. The words, bursting with rage, rolled through the Weyr like a frightful tidal wave. A horrible bellow followed as Ronarth landed in the gather square, his solid form shadowed in the darkness of night. He screeched again, eyes roiling red, and placed his forepaws on the side of the nearest building.
Katila’s healer hall was sturdy, but so was Ronarth. The dragon’s body quivered with unspeakable rage as he let out another piercing shriek. Fix him! FIX HIM. FIX HIM NOW! the dragon screamed, his words open for all to hear as he flung his bulk into the side of the building. The wall quivered, terrifying the people inside as the red-eyed dragon threw himself into it again, unsheathed claws raking down the wall and leaving deep gouges in their wake.
Who did this?! Ill kill them! I’ll kill them! I’ll kill you! Ronarth bellowed, accompanied by an infuriated roar from deep within his throat. With a screech of effort, he punched one forepaw through the wall. Someone inside screamed. Several people had already dashed away from the building, and dragons all over were reacting with fear and pity from the overwhelming anger of their Weyrleader.
Where did you go?! Where are you?! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you! the dragon screamed again and again as he smashed his body into the building. If Nirinath was speaking to him, her words were ineffective; he was lost.
Within minutes, he’d torn half the front wall down. His torn hide glistened with ichor, having shredded himself against the sturdy building. He let out one last pitiful cry as he slumped against the pile of rubble, body quivering in grief.
The whole incident has lasted only a few minutes. Inside the healer hall, however, the panic continued.
Roanrth’s voice was familiar to many of Katila’s residents. The gentle dragon, always oblivious to the attitudes of others, liked to think of everyone as his friend. Few would even conceive of an angry Ronarth.
Tonight, the bronze’s voice lacked its usual sweetness. The words, bursting with rage, rolled through the Weyr like a frightful tidal wave. A horrible bellow followed as Ronarth landed in the gather square, his solid form shadowed in the darkness of night. He screeched again, eyes roiling red, and placed his forepaws on the side of the nearest building.
Katila’s healer hall was sturdy, but so was Ronarth. The dragon’s body quivered with unspeakable rage as he let out another piercing shriek. Fix him! FIX HIM. FIX HIM NOW! the dragon screamed, his words open for all to hear as he flung his bulk into the side of the building. The wall quivered, terrifying the people inside as the red-eyed dragon threw himself into it again, unsheathed claws raking down the wall and leaving deep gouges in their wake.
Who did this?! Ill kill them! I’ll kill them! I’ll kill you! Ronarth bellowed, accompanied by an infuriated roar from deep within his throat. With a screech of effort, he punched one forepaw through the wall. Someone inside screamed. Several people had already dashed away from the building, and dragons all over were reacting with fear and pity from the overwhelming anger of their Weyrleader.
Where did you go?! Where are you?! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you! the dragon screamed again and again as he smashed his body into the building. If Nirinath was speaking to him, her words were ineffective; he was lost.
Within minutes, he’d torn half the front wall down. His torn hide glistened with ichor, having shredded himself against the sturdy building. He let out one last pitiful cry as he slumped against the pile of rubble, body quivering in grief.
The whole incident has lasted only a few minutes. Inside the healer hall, however, the panic continued.