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Post by twitchie on May 29, 2012 15:27:47 GMT -4
Kasprth growled, wishing he were somehow smaller. He caught a flash of purple hide, and stretched his neck, inches away from tagging Kinurninth, but SHARDS!
He was stuck, and BLAST he couldn't stretch to reach her.
Kinurninth! What a fun game this is! [/color]
Kasprth said cheerily, although he didn't look to be having much fun. He couldn't breath deeply, and HEY HEY! The Garnet raked his hide.
Stop scratching, little brute. Your claws are annoying. [/color]
Kasprth's eyes whirled red, and he fought against the rock, crumbling alittle more.
Shards... He was good and stuck now...
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Zi'axe hissed, and slumped toward the ground, panting and clawing at the air.
Flashes of hide and
"Ow! Hey!"
He snarled, feeling the Garnet's claws against Kasprth's hide.
His head spun. Vision cleared a moment, to see the weyrling holding a pillow as a weapon.
"Not much good a pillow would do you."
He said, surprisingly gentlely.
"No one's after you, kid."
It was true. None of the other rider's made a move toward the boy, yet.
Feeling amused, Zi'axe took 3 steps toward the boy hidden in the bed, sitting on the very furthest edge of the cot, testing to see what the Amethyst's rider would really do.
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I'm stuck, Kinurninth! Sharding stuck! [/color]
Kasprth rumbled, beating his tail, paws hitting at air, thumping walls and maybe, was that a body? Damn, he kept smacking people....
More wall crumbled, and Kasprth struggled harder. He was nearly free, but his freedom would loose a great deal of rubble...
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Post by Wish on May 29, 2012 16:00:21 GMT -4
Okay, okay..........EVERYBODY STOP MOVING!!!!
Kinurninth shrieked as she back winged to escape the flailing tail of one of her chasers. Apparently, Dragon-piles were not good things, great to know! Hissing slightly she looked around with a small shift of her head. Her claws scraped down Emiath's hide, perching somewhere on his shoulder, her tail whacking Kasprth to make sure he stopped flailing about. Kinuth, Iyiath you both go first since you're the closest to being out. Myth you next, Emiath I'll follow him and you follow me, Kasprth move last. Now, once everyone is safely out of this mess I'll make my choice...or something.
Kinurninth nudged Kinuth's flank and then Iyiath's telling them to go then and there.
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K'er froze when the Bronze...no, Bronzerider, sat on the edge of his cot, and the amethyst rider stared for a few moments. Wasn't...wasn't going to.....K'er blinked a few times, make that a few MORE times, and then abruptly made a small, feeble war cry and brought the pillow down on Zi'axe's head.
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Post by twitchie on May 29, 2012 16:23:34 GMT -4
Kasprth froze, being as still as he could. The princess whacked him!
Surely this game was no fun? Of course he would lose....
He didn't win very much did he? Had he broken the rules?
Truth be told Kasprth never really 'played' often..
Forgive me, Kinurninth... I'm not very good at tag... [/color]
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"Bloody Faranth!"
The pillow was not the thing that hurt, it was the surpise the blow gave him that knocked him off the bed.
"You are majorly crazy, kid."
His arms went under his back to pick himself off the ground. The bronzerider dusted himself off, feeling angry but still amused. However, it bothered him the weyrling had no respect for him...
"What are you scared of? I didn't even touch you...." Zi'axe was super confused, and he rubbed at his neck and sleepy head. Damn, not a pleasent way to start a day...
A wry smile came across Zi'axe's face, no doubt it would scare K'er more, but whatever. Zi'axe was in a good mood.
"What makes you think I won't arm myself with..."
He glanced around the room, finding another pillow.
"Careful, I'm armed with a 'dangerous' and 'deadly' pillow."
He was sarcastic, and teasing, but the crazy weyrling was unpredictable. For all Zi'axe cared, K'er could forever think of him as a dangerous assasin, murdering with... of right, pillows.
"Oh, and just thought you may like to know. You just whacked First Knight Zi'axe with a pillow , boy."
Zi'axe smirked, and laughed, yes, he laughed. It was rough and oddly laugh in the tent, but a laugh all the same.
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Post by Zirin on May 30, 2012 10:32:38 GMT -4
Iyiath had been having a hard time squirming his way back into the ball of dragons, so when the order came to leave the ball again, it was simply a matter of giving the dragon in front of him a quick push and pop! He shook his head, looking up to where Kinuth was waiting on the ledge above. How are you supposed to catch from way up there Kinuth!? Iyiath called before ruffling his wings and finding a ledge of his own, his eyes still whirling with purples.
He watched the pile as some of the dragons began escaping, his eyes waiting for Kinurninth’s purple form so he could dive down and catch her properly. Come on pretty lady, leave those large brutes tangled there and come fly with a real male!
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Post by Elessar on Jun 1, 2012 9:07:07 GMT -4
Myth grumbled unhappily as he was whacked again. His wing was sore, and this was not turning out the way he wanted. As Kinuth and Iyiath scrambled out, he ducked and wormed his way between dragons, finally getting out into open air.
Taking a perch on a ledge, he watched the rest of the dragons try to untangle themselves. If his wing hadn't been aching, he would have found it mildly amusing.
Emiath grunted, ignoring Kasprth. As more dragons made their way out, he finally made his own way up to a ledge by clawing his way to the surface. He snarled at Iyiath. A real male? You are no real male! Your hide marks you as female! Come, Kinurninth. Leave these fools and fly with me, the strongest of the strong![/color]
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Post by Zero on Jun 5, 2012 0:48:29 GMT -4
Kinuth shook himself, rusting his wings before settling down and eying the tangled group. Definitely worst game ever. Didn't anyone know how to play? Kicking off the ledge he spiraled up into the air and circled above as the dragons began to make their way out of the pile. He'd be ready to catch and tag Kinurninth when she finally made her appearance.
O'rik, completely oblivious to the two making out in the corner, and feeling more playful then hot and bothered himself (blame his dragon), limped over to the bed where K'er was attempting to fight off an older rider. "Move over man," he muttered to the amethyst rider before flopping down on the fur strewn bed and just in time it would seem as a pillow came flying over his head a moment later. The greenrider rolled his eyes, he just wanted to get back to sleep more then anything, if that happened to include a cuddle buddy then so be it but he wouldn't die without one. "No one cares First Knight Whatever..." [/font] |
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Post by Wish on Jun 5, 2012 18:21:04 GMT -4
Well, that went more or less smoothly as she had planned. Kinurninth rumbled a happy little purr-like croon as she watched the chasers fall out one by one and untangle from the dangerous mess they had been in previously. Good, chasers apart from her was very good! Her violet eyes turned from each male to the next in turn, surveying them as she had done at the beginning of the flight. However, her mind wasn't one for keeping details, and hides easily meshed together as just a bunch of wings saying pretty words to her to gain her favor.
Well, well then, some even had decided to perch around the canyon they were hovering in as she tried to make up her mind. Kinurninth wasn't a very decisive female though, she hated to make decisions...but loved to make statements! Well let's see here...Myth, you are a bit out dated. Emiath...just too, well too much for me. That leaves Kasprth, who is quite nice but a little clumsy, silly King. Then there is always Iyiath, but His I think misses the point of this all, which leaves you! With a happy little chortle the Amethyst darted forward toward Kinuth, tucking in her wings as she laced her figure with his.
Fast and strong and tons of fun, I TAG YOU!
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Back in the tent K'er laughed as the bronzerider brandished his own pillow, the young lad finally seeming to relax as Kinurninth made her way out of the tangle of dragons. That was that, and now she was making her choice. K'er let his eyes sweep over the room, quickly dismissing the ones that his dragoness dismissed until he finally got to the winner. A slight tilt of his head was the only recognition he gave to O'rik before looking back at Zi'axe and weaving a little smirk onto his face. "I don't care much either!" Giggling the amethystrider hit the older man on the head with his pillow again before darting, which was quite awkward on a cot, to the greenrider and wrapping his arms around him.
"Tag, you're it."
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