Post by jaenelle on Jul 20, 2011 19:26:03 GMT -8
Surreal was in the common area, relaxing with a book on dragon anatomy. She found she liked to study with groups of people around her. It allowed her mind to wander every once in a while, then get back to studying. It sounded really weird, but it worked for her.
She was knee deep in learning the seperate parts of a dragon's wing when Chaosti, her bronze dragonet came creeling onto the scene. Then she heard the yelling and the roaring across the bowl. She tossed her book aside and got to her feet, running towards the brawl. She heard the Benden riders snearing comment and her own control snapped. Choasti dive bombed the Benden's bronze, hissing and slashing at his face to help the black dragon out. He hoped to get it's attension away from her.
Surreal on the other hand launched over the table, diving at the bronze rider. He hit him square in the shoulder and sent him stumbling away. She pulled a selletto from a hidden bootsheath and advanced on the rider, who was still trying to regain his balance. She finished her trip and put the sharp point to the rider's neck. "Shut up, you scum. There will be no fighting here...and if you struggle, I will have no issue removing your voice box. She stayed there for a moment before roaring, "DAEMON!"
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The healer was already running towards the frey, alerted by his sivler queen, Shira. His pair of dragonets and blue flit were flying ahead of him. As they reached the bowl, the green dragonet split off to get to the black rider, while the red dragonet and the blue flit went to continue to dive at the bronze, trying to force him back. Daemon sprinted, his legs pumping to get to the sceen as fast as he could.
As he skidded to a stop, he saw Surreal kneeling on a rider's chest, a slim knife pointed at his throat. Jade was infront of the black rider, imposing her body between the pinned rider and the black rider. She had reared up to her full height and spread her wings, blocking the other rider and Surreal from Jazz's view. Summoning up as much voice as he could, he roared, "What the Shardit is going on?" He glared at the bronze and the various smaller creatures dive bombing it. His authoritative voice rang out again,"STOP! Leave the bronze ALONE!" His pair broke off the assult, landing off a ways, out of the bronzes reach. The golden bronze added one last swipe before going to land next to Surreal. He hissed manicingly at the rider that she held pinned, his talons kneeding the dirt.
After the commotion had settled, he walked up to Jazz. She was covered in gore and her dragon was having histerics. Jade went back down on all fours and told the black. Calm down, Dullarth. Daemon can heal Jazz. She continued to croon to the dragon while Daemon asked, What the Shards is going on? How bad are you hurt? He pulled a cloth from a pouch at his waist and held it out the bloody rider. He was a healer (be it a candidate) and something in his demenor and voice spoke of authority. He did not care about what others though of a young man bossing riders around. He did not want blood spilled for any reason if it could be avoided.
She was knee deep in learning the seperate parts of a dragon's wing when Chaosti, her bronze dragonet came creeling onto the scene. Then she heard the yelling and the roaring across the bowl. She tossed her book aside and got to her feet, running towards the brawl. She heard the Benden riders snearing comment and her own control snapped. Choasti dive bombed the Benden's bronze, hissing and slashing at his face to help the black dragon out. He hoped to get it's attension away from her.
Surreal on the other hand launched over the table, diving at the bronze rider. He hit him square in the shoulder and sent him stumbling away. She pulled a selletto from a hidden bootsheath and advanced on the rider, who was still trying to regain his balance. She finished her trip and put the sharp point to the rider's neck. "Shut up, you scum. There will be no fighting here...and if you struggle, I will have no issue removing your voice box. She stayed there for a moment before roaring, "DAEMON!"
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The healer was already running towards the frey, alerted by his sivler queen, Shira. His pair of dragonets and blue flit were flying ahead of him. As they reached the bowl, the green dragonet split off to get to the black rider, while the red dragonet and the blue flit went to continue to dive at the bronze, trying to force him back. Daemon sprinted, his legs pumping to get to the sceen as fast as he could.
As he skidded to a stop, he saw Surreal kneeling on a rider's chest, a slim knife pointed at his throat. Jade was infront of the black rider, imposing her body between the pinned rider and the black rider. She had reared up to her full height and spread her wings, blocking the other rider and Surreal from Jazz's view. Summoning up as much voice as he could, he roared, "What the Shardit is going on?" He glared at the bronze and the various smaller creatures dive bombing it. His authoritative voice rang out again,"STOP! Leave the bronze ALONE!" His pair broke off the assult, landing off a ways, out of the bronzes reach. The golden bronze added one last swipe before going to land next to Surreal. He hissed manicingly at the rider that she held pinned, his talons kneeding the dirt.
After the commotion had settled, he walked up to Jazz. She was covered in gore and her dragon was having histerics. Jade went back down on all fours and told the black. Calm down, Dullarth. Daemon can heal Jazz. She continued to croon to the dragon while Daemon asked, What the Shards is going on? How bad are you hurt? He pulled a cloth from a pouch at his waist and held it out the bloody rider. He was a healer (be it a candidate) and something in his demenor and voice spoke of authority. He did not care about what others though of a young man bossing riders around. He did not want blood spilled for any reason if it could be avoided.
