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Post by Wish on Feb 16, 2012 22:11:57 GMT -4
Ooc: This is a month after the battle, there has been a recent skirmish between a group of rebels that happened upon a practicing Southern Weyr wing. Feel free to have your characters be injured or helping or anything. If you have a Sub-King or King in the rebellion and you already do not have two or more high ranking positions feel free to stand in as a Knight *Equivalent of Wingleader, Second and Third only able to be differentiated by outsiders by looking at their knots.* Just pm me saying so I can add you to the records. You also may NPC random rebels.
"Set him down easy! No, don't do that you'll just injure them more. Over there......no THERE!" Eiko listened to a healer command some of her weyrling classmates as they started to carry in injured riders. No one thought that the hunting party that was sent to the Southern Continent nearby would actually come across anyone. Well, they certainly had. Sighing, the Lieutenant put her head between her knees and breathed in shallowly trying to ignore the scent of antiseptic cleaners.
It had always bothered her, the smell of infirmaries. How many more Nim? The obsidian shrugged her wings, wrapping her tail carefully around her rider. It was so much unlike the sub-queen that Eiko startled at the sudden closeness, only receiving a snort from the dragonet. Oh please Eiko, you're being jumpier than usual even. ...I think you're needed. The weyrling snapped her head up as a healer apprentice looked down at her, the boy holding out a thing of bandages. Instantly she recoiled away from the outsretched hand, not wanting to come into contact with him. She didn't know him!
When Nimarath simply did the equivalent of mentally smacking her rider upside the head, Eiko, with a slight wince, finally got up and brushed off her pants. "Ummmr....well, what do you want me to do?" The apprentice scoffed at the question, and Eiko bit her lip. Right. Farnath why didn't I think of that. Taking the bandages from him, she followed the boy to an injured Amethystrider, keeping as little eye contact as possible and keeping conversation to an absolute minimum unless spoken to.
Once that one was finished she surveyed her work, letting her touch linger slightly on the wrapped arm. It had been burned by dragon fire, the bone showing white through the marred mess of blood and flesh. It hadn't bothered her at all, being so close to the wound's occupant however had. You have some serious issues girl. Remind me again why I chose you? You weren't too impressed with anyone else.
Nimarath snorted again, getting up and moving to a more distant location. The pairing was new to the rebellion, and yet they had been placed in a position of power that neither wanted. Eiko understood why however, she had always known why. It didn't mean that she agreed with it. Another mental shove came from her lifemate, the Obsidian hissing softly, the equivalent of saying to stop bellyaching. Eiko knew the feeling well.
"Somebody get Noita now! ....I think we just lost one of the Knights." The nearby voice urged Eiko to work faster, shaking off the fear of being around others until she finally just was a machine working. Can't think of who, can't think of what or how. I just have to keep going until everyone's taken care of. |
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Post by Zirin on Feb 20, 2012 16:41:42 GMT -4
"I-it's okay Peniath. Clam down. N-No don't do that! Please calm down, it's going to be fine..." His voice was meek as he tried to force Peniath to stop squirming. It hurts Mine! Make it stop! I want it to stop! The green whined, rubbing her nose into U'wa as if that would stop the pain. "L-lie down okay? We'll get help." He motioned for her to follow his command again and finally the green dropped to the ground, her hind leg sprawled out behind her.
Taking a deep break, U'wa looked back over the wound and grimaced at the amount of ichor leaking out of the three deep gash wounds Peniath had obtained during the battle. Numbweed.. he needed numbweed and bandages! He wasn't a healer, but he knew enough from his lessons to know that as long as she was treated soon the wound would likely heal without too much trouble.
"N-numbweed! C-can i get some n-numbweed?" He called out sheepishly to a nearby girl, though it was unlikely that she really heard him over the noise and confusion. I SHARDING HURT! Numbweed! Peniath roared, not caring at all if she was making a spectacle of herself.
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Zero
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[M:803]
Resident Bad Boy
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Post by Zero on Feb 20, 2012 23:48:28 GMT -4
F’lon skirted his way through the crowd of injured and dying riders and dragons alike. Too few healers and too many injured. Oh it was a mess really. Luckily for him though he had managed to come out of this little scrap nearly unscathed, nearly because he was currently sporting a nasty looking gash on the left side of his face. He didn’t feel any pain though no, right now he was running off an adrenaline high. That little skirmish had left him feeling better then all his past thieving endeavors…well, maybe not all.
Oh snap out of it, F’lonMine. I’m glad you are okay but get someone to look at my wing already! The sudden voice shouting at him in his mind caused the thief to jump slightly before stopping in his tracks to take a look around. Now calm down already, your wing’s fine. Others need looked at more than you right now. Spotting his dragoness on the outskirts of the group he changed direction and began to head her way.
Raising his hand to absentmindedly rub the dirt from his eye he cringed, hissing though his teeth, as his fingers grazed the warm, sticky blood clinging to the still fresh wound. It was during this brief moment of distraction that caused him to misstep, lose his footing, and stagger a few paces to the right where he bumped and nearly ran over a younger blonde-haired girl. “Sorry…” It was a muttered and hurried apology, yes but one none the less. Besides even if he had realized who he had nearly just trampled it wouldn’t have changed his hasty response, he had an agitated dragon to get to before she made a spectacle of herself.
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Post by Bellatora on Feb 21, 2012 2:55:44 GMT -4
An'sif ran a hand through his hair and gave a huff of annoyance, which was echoed by Baysath. He was the type that would probably be smoking given the chance. But... No such luck. The Garnet rider walked with his hands in his pockets, one eye half closed, his nose covered as per usual. His scar was not somethin' he liked showing off. "Noita is busy right now, Eiko. Anything I can do for the moment." He looked at the Knight, a flicker crossing his face... of what, no one could be sure. But he was definitely cold to everything and anything. It was the way he was.... But he had worked closely with Noita since the beginning of the Rebellion. He had met her beforehand. "Baysath... ask Sylencath to send Noita as soon as she is capable of coming," he said to the Garnet, speaking aloud for Eiko's benefit as a kind of lesson - a harsh one taught as if he was erring. Sylencath would not like being ordered around.
Sylencath. Mine says yours is needed and requests her presence with urgency. Nimarath's believes we have lost one of the Knights.
An'sif seemed calm... too calm for anything like this. But death and carnage bothered him little... in fact it sparked some kind of insanity inside him. One he kept carefully under wraps. He did desire blood, however... in some ways. Some ways he feared he always would...
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Post by Wish on Feb 21, 2012 21:06:02 GMT -4
Eiko tried to avoid the person that collided with her, she really did, but of course it didn't really work. That would mean putting the injured rider she was treating currently in front of her, and as much as she wanted to do that, she didn't. So, instead she braced herself against the nearest wall while the new injured person tumbled past. "It's alright...we should get that checked, and her as well. Ummmr....someone can you get some numbweed for that Green, the Amethyst too."
It was only after the fact that Eiko knew she should have asked Nimarath for their names, but it wasn't as if the Obsidian would have told her anyhow. Pleased with her rider for finally catching on to how she was, the dragonet caressed Eiko's mind while snapping at Peniath's. Quiet you insolent Green! You'll get fixed sooner or later, and by Faranth don't make me make it later, because it would be my pleasure to continue and hear you scream....on second thought someone help her. I'd rather not deal with her whining anymore.
The dragonet hissed sarcasm into her words, ignoring the Garnet who was talking to Sylencath entirely. Eiko however did not and she instantly turned around to back away slightly from An'sif. "Oh, it wasn't me that said that." The answer was a rushed breath as she tried to explain away the thing that had set his dragon into motion. Noita would not like to be ordered, she just hadn't thought to explain that to the healer considering the person was currently on to trying to save another heavily flamed rider. There were not too many horrible injuries like that though thankfully.
"Most of the injuries consist of minor burns, scratches and pulled muscles. A few are heavier such as the two over there. The dragons have the same injuries along with a few broken wings, that may be one of them over there." She pointed to the Amethyst that belonged to the rider who had almost toppled her over. Oh Faranth the rider! Running back over to where he was, Eiko grabbed a wet rag and held it up for him. "Here, you're more use if we can get that side of your face cleaned and able to see." |
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Post by Zirin on Feb 21, 2012 23:42:11 GMT -4
Oooh mine! Did you hear that? She wants me to scream! Why would she want that? The green began flailing once more, now distraught as well as in pain. She hates me, doesn't she? No one has ever hated me before! Or have they? OOoooh i don't want to be hated Miiiiiine! Heelp me Miiine! She continued whining, her tail whipping through the air and giving a nearby dragon a good thwack on the rump.
"I-I-I'm s-so sorry!" U'wa called out, doing his best, though in the moment he spent not paying attention to his green, the dragoness managed to catch him in the side, sending him barreling into the poor, unsuspecting garnetrider.
MIiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! I'm soooooooooooooooooorry!
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Jilli
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[M:311]
Rebellion Leader
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Post by Jilli on Feb 22, 2012 1:55:14 GMT -4
Sylencath stood quietly letting hers brace against her foreleg as Noita wound a bandage around her middle. The woman's shirt had already been torn and tied tightly to keep it out of the way and the binding soon staunched a bleeding slash wound across her ribs. One of S'vrins accursed riders had had a blade when they'd joined the fray.
"Mine... We can get some numbweed, you forget I know how much that hurts you..."
Noita flashed an annoyed look up at her concerned obsidian as she finished tying the knot around the bothersome wound.
"And you forget I don't need babying Sy. Our riders and your fellow dragons have more need of it than I. "
Indeed, for the most part they'd come out of the fray fairly unscathed. Sylencath was healthy as the day she'd hatched, and while the cut stung and bled, it was not lifethreatening. She needed to take care of her own.
Grabbing a bowl of numbweed from one of the healer apprentices that passed her, she began to help her riders. Tieing bandages here, smoothing numbweed over wounds there. Though she tried, the anger and ice in her eyes never dissipated. Oh how S'vrin would pay...
She was about to start on another section of riders the healers hadn't quite gotten around to yet when Sylencath's soft voice broke through her thoughts again.
"Mine, you are needed. Baysath's is requesting you come quickly... We may have lost a brother."
The anger she felt toward S'vrin was an almost palpable thing. Tangible in its darkness inside her, but she clamped down on it, locking it away. Her people needed her.
"Thank you sy." Grabbing a passing not wounded rider, she directed them to helping the others she had been about to, and made her way to where Eiko and An'sif.
"What's happened?" Her voice was soft, her face a calm mask as she studied the two. Sylencath, meanwhile, harrumphed at Nimrath's less than motherly attitude toward the smaller scared and injured green.
"Nimrath, you're just frightening her more. If you cant be helpful child find something other than tormenting the injured to occupy your time." Her voice was cold to the other obsidian. That one had yet to gain her approval, and though she knew hers's reasons for putting the young pair in the lt. position, she had reserved judgement on all of the subqueens to have joined them.
Turning her attention to the little flailing green she shook her head and deftly pinned the green's tail under her forelegs, passing a message along to hurry with the numbweed before the injured young ones created more injured humans.
"Hush now my dear. I know it hurts, but stay calm and try to relax. The numbweed will be here soon."
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