Logs:Tails of Terror
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| RL Date: 28 June, 2013 |
| Who: Ilicaeth, Solith, Rasavyth, Alida, Telavi, K'zin |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida makes an unexpected discovery, others come to check it out. |
| Where: Unexplored Cove, Southern Continent |
| When: Day 8, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Shamelessly C&P'd from Alida's LJ; firelizards decided by random dice roll. |
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| It's between the time the weyrlings are finally back home at the Weyr for good, and when they're transporting stuff back and forth to it from the Cove area. There's some hours where the poor, pooped-out weyrlings are allowed to enjoy the last bit of outdoor warmth they'll feel for some months...as well as gathering some extra fruits and game for 'Reaches, while they can. Alida - who not 15 minutes ago sent off the wrapped-up carcass of a wild boar with a weyrling who was calling it quits a little early - has landed upon Ilicaeth in a small, unexplored cove about 20 miles from their original camping place. The fine sand, minimal rocks, and lush vegetation of the place make it an admirable place to pass a couple hours alone and exploring, sunning...until the harsh skrees of a circling wherry appearing overhead bust up the silence. Why for? Upon the upper beach, out of reach of the ocean, lie two little, lifeless bodies, one gold, the other bronze...mangled by insects, broken by merciless storm winds. Firelizard flesh appeals to wherries, and this one sees a snack...scents even more food beneath the sands...and emerging. Already some tiny heads are popping up from the grey-gold grains, making angry sounds, and then flying off in their search for food that their parents were supposed to offer to them. Iliceath immediately contacts his wingmates he knows are still South, urging them to « Come here quickly! » His visualization is crisp, as is the sight of the wherry overhead, then the little, hatching, scattering firelizards. It's been hours that Solith and Rasavyth have been searching, along the coastline and out into the water, with Quinlys' deadline approaching and nothing solid to show for it. Not that they hadn't found stormwrack, some of it meriting a closer look, but made the more disappointing for just proving to be uprooted trees or crashed-down boulders or, once, rotting and nameless planks from someone else's longer-crashed boat. The green's tired, and Telavi's rubbing her eyes now and again against the repetitiveness and the glare of the sun and let's not forget the adrenaline crash. So when Ilicaeth summons them, that vision is especially welcome because it's something, anything, and wherry! Lunch! « Lunch? » Telavi's only just starting to call out to K'zin when Solith takes the initiative and disappears her towards that visualization midway. A rush of excitement has Solith careening right for that wherry, only then Telavi starts hammering on the green's side with the flat of her hand and Solith deigns to drop her off by Alida and then roar away, teeth already exposed and all systems go. Rasavyth, gentleman that he is, wouldn't want to spoil Solith's fun. So after a movement once K'zin's dismounted that made it seem for just long enough that he had every intention of complying with Ilicaeth's suggestion, he simply settles to enjoy the show: Solith in action. My, my, my. He hadn't noticed before how graceful she is in the air, but now he has and is delighted to be watching. All of this is surface, shared with whomever might wish to sense. K'zin is moving down the beach toward Alida. There's a wherry, and soon enough, with Solith on its tail... well, there is a corpse. A very tasty and juicy, wild southern one that's plump and large and... Yeah. Good food. Down upon the ground, Alida's sliding off of Ilicaeth's shoulder to the sand, and looking between the emerging firelizard hatchlings and Telavi and K'zin...the heat of the moment allowing her to brush past her former run-in with the greenie. "'Caeth says Sol nabbed it! Have 'er drop it nearby us. Let the littles eat first!" Already she's doing her guard thing, and taking charge of the intense situation...until her blue utters a surprised sound between a bark and a creel. Weird! His head jerks around to his now nearly vibrating tail, and slightly yellow eyes focus on a triad of utterly sand-coated babies trying to take bites from his tail. Desperation! Solith's teeth have just sunk into the wherry's shoulder, ripping, when she gets that call. Her growl is distinctly displeased and she swallows the lump of muscle and hide whole before letting herself be persuaded to lug back the corpse between her jaws. Hovering above the group, she bites through again, letting the corpse fall down nearly on top of them to show just what she thinks of delaying her dinner. Sand flies. That wasn't a baby firelizard underneath, was it? Telavi, caught mid-laugh with her attention on Ilicaeth, swings around. "Hey!" "Carnivores," K'zin notes dryly as his eyes are drawn by the surprised Ilicaeth and the cause of his noise. "Tell 'caeth not to worry. It's not really cannibalism between a dragon and a firelizard, so that makes it a little better. Morally." But it does nothing for the attempted eating. In this moment, though he's appreciated it in the past, he finds Alida's order-giving amusing, or so says his goofy grin at the bluerider. As an aside to Telavi, "You'd think someone wasn't breathing, or something." And suddenly he's miming some of their ridiculous first aid training. Tap and shout! using Telavi's shoulder and her name mouthed as the example. Then he's snapping up an arm to shield his face from sand cast-off that turns out not to go higher than his knee. His beltknife is snagged up and he's moving to the beastie. Ras might not be good at hunting, but that makes K'zin extra-proficient at slicing and dicing dead meat. Ilicaeth can understand Solith's displeasure, and all he does is very carefully step aside, while trying to lift his tail above biting range, as the green drops the meal nearby. Immediately those 'lizards emerging shriek and swamp the dead carcass. No, that wasn't a baby under the dropped wherry, just a puff of sand. The three sand coated little monsters, however, are still single-mindedly after Ilicaeth's tail, and the craggy blue creels again as he tries to keep tender flesh away from sharp little teeth while *also* leaving the little bastards unharmed. An open plea to his brother and sister: « Tell them to get these damned things off of me. » Because *really*; this is ridiculous, and aggravating, even if the little turds are kinda cute. Already, Alida's attempting to move around her lifemate, towards plucking one of said blighters off her dragon's hinder. A twist of lips and a flipping of the bird are launched at Waki for his mouthiness. And that's when the sandy little bugger she was rather ungently reaching for decides to attack her, seeing something smaller it might be able to bite a hunk out of. "Fuck!" Flee! The blonde's now waving her arms about in the air at the whirring little bastard nipping at her as she runs...towards the wherry corpse. >---< NorCon: Dice Roll 6-sided die x 1 by K'zin >---------------------------< 6 >-------------------------------------------------< Exceptional success! >---< >---< NorCon: Dice Roll 6-sided die x 1 by Telavi >--------------------------< 6 >-------------------------------------------------< Exceptional success! >---< At least tired Telavi's back to laughing, now, between the tapping and the flipping and the attacking and the swearing. "Get her! Get her!" Still, Solith must be helpful, or 'helpful,' because forget the rest of the clutch, Tela hurries to help out poor Ilicaeth without much of a look at the little sandy ticks themselves. No, she just tries to grab the remaining pair by the scruff of their necks. If she can pry them off Ilicaeth, maybe she can point them at each other and not at her tender hands? And not drop them? Though if she does drop one, so be it. Maybe they can bite her shoe... or whatever else they can find. Or whomever. >---< NorCon: Dice Roll 8-sided die x 1 by Alida >---------------------------< 1 >-------------------------------------------------------------< Failure. >---< K'zin might sit back and watch this show, as Rasavyth did before with Solith. The bronze is certainly emanating their shared amusement for all. But the creel has him rolling his eyes, "Fine, you big blue baby. Can't take a little chewing." And then it's time for him to become the show as he moves away from the carcass, fingers bloodied chunks of meat in his hand, depositing some with Telavi before: "Act fast!" is all the warning he gives the fleeing Alida as they pass one another, him lobbing a chunk of flesh at her, bloody and dripping. Now, the show: chasing down little lizards! Who are chasing down Ilicaeth's tail! And now, it seems, this requires chasing down Tela, too! Fun for everyone! One of those voracious 'ticks' dives away from Telavi, while the other tries attaching itself to her hand and fingers, its dusty maw now nipping at *her*, red eyes whirling madly. Yumyum: LADYFINGERS! One of them might even get nabbed in the process, drawing blood...which is only *yummier*. Alida takes Telavi's 'Get her!' as urging the firelizard now pursuing the blonde to continue trying to eat her, and she growls and tosses another flipping of the bird to the greenie. Not too smart: the sandy 'flea' whizzing around her dives at it, and nails that offending and offensive digit with a graze of little teeth. Blood! "Fucker!" is shouted at the beastie, while Ilicaeth rumbles his relief and humor. One of his own tailtips bears a small smear of ichor, already clotting, the dragon paying it little heed, by now. And finally, she's at the wherry corpse, which is being picked away at by various other babies, who soon launch themselves away for good, having Impressed upon one another and gone wild. The little shit chasing her chooses those immobile, ichor-stained, cut up hunks of proto-avian as easier pickings, and promptly descends upon them with a shrill hunger, while 'lida drops them quickly to the ground, now peering at her reddened fingertip. The random 'tick' that flew away from Tela now affixes itself like superglue to Waki's meat-bearing hand, scrawing harshly and tearing into the wherry flesh...and maybe the bronzer's hand with utter need. MIIIINE! Telavi hisses like a firelizard herself because ow. That meat that K'zin foisted off on her? It's coming in handy now that she's trying to just about plaster the hatchling on it, if only to occupy its mouth and claws. They may be ladyfingers but the words Tela's saying are not very ladylike. At all. "Faranth's frilly frocks!" K'zin yelps as chasing turns into being chased. Well, chased in the sense that now his hand has a sand-covered protrusion it didn't have before. He carries on swearing as he tries to shove meat between the little maw and his fingers: it's self-preservation. Clearly, what he brought was not enough, and he's hurrying back to the carcass for more. Alida might even be impressed twice over: once by 'lizard, to be sure, and once more by the colorful swears K'zin seems to have picked up somewhere. Probably picked them up from the dock workers and *her*, since Alida's cussing like a sailor, herself. Apparently, that makes *all* of them, now, the blonde digging into one of her small beltpouches, and nabbing up some thin strips of white fabric. While winding it around her nicked finger, she spares a quick glance for the coated beast that attacked her - now feasting hungrily upon meat strips in the sand about ten feet away - then moving off towards her wingmates, to hand them the extra makeshift field bandages she's carrying. "Little *bastards*..." is hissed out in ticked-off fashion. "Ingrates." Growl. Any of those strips of white that are landing on Tela's hands, they're shortly becoming strips of red. Awkwardly she stumbles towards the carcass for more meat, too, where Solith's looking none too happy herself. The green has a lot invested in her rider's fingers, after all, which are nearly required for oiling her... nearly. Rasavyth is enjoying the spectacle. Amusement at everyone. This is great! K'zin, on the other hand, is not nearly so amused as he stumbles and then trips, going face-first onto the ground. At least there's a nice, bloody wherry carcass there to pad his face, and at least he tripped to his knee before sprawling. This ends with K'zin's hands out in front of him, some instinct protecting the baby. But it equals a happy baby, because it ends up smack dab in a tender section of meaty wherry that it can tear into. A groan confirms that K'zin's still alive. Likely his pride is his biggest injury. "Faranth's freakin' fangs..." Alida parrots out in slightly mocking tone at the pitching and splaying Waki, the woman sighing at his gracelessness. "I ain't got a whole damned spool uv this stuff," she mutters, moving over to help him up, then offer the bronzer some of that extra bandage. Now that she has her bleeding finger bound up and protected, she's feeling a little cocky that she's managed to escape being bound to one of those apparently bad-tempered beasties, while the other two weyrlings have not. Smirk-grin. Telavi may have escaped a faceplanting, but as she crouches before the corpse, K'zin's sends a bloody splatter across her cheek and into her hair to add to the green sticky stuff already mixing with the human blood and the sand and the hatchling still half-attached to her. Suddenly she's staring down at the creature looking somehow stricken. And revolted, though that may not be the hatchling, given how thready is her, "Haven't we had enough blood for one day?" Bruised, but not broken, K'zin pushes himself up from the wherry corpse, face half-smeared with blood. "None of its mine." He notes of the blood as he refuses the bandages. He eyes the 'lizard gorging itself. "Shells, Ras. If you were like that when you Impressed me, I probably would have been dragon food." He lets the creature continue to eat for another few minutes until it's pace has slowed, then a swift grab in has him snagging the thing up by its hind-quarters, carrying its sandy, bloody self toward the water. This, of course, earns him a bite. Let that be a lesson about refusing bandages, "'Lida!" He calls, "Bandage?" He crouches to examine the dropped beastie. Because, who holds onto something that bites hard enough to draw blood. No damage done, though the 'lizard's hiss at K'zin doesn't sound promising for how their relationship is beginning. The fact that it doesn't head off between makes it obvious though: Impression confirmed. Gross. That bloody fact, however, doesn't appear to be bothering Alida one bit, the woman watching to make certain her fellow weyrlings are indeed okay. "Y'll both mend..." is noted around a smirk to Tela and Waki of their unfortuitous encounters with their own little bastards. A snicker for the bronzer's second bite earns him a laconic, "Best quit while yer ahead..." And when the young man washes off his new charge? He's as blue as the heart of a glacier...and with an impish cast to his muzzle, which implies a grin.
Glacial Blue: The heart of ancient and hidden ice floes freeze the hide of this large, thoughtful-looking blue into a glacial wonderland. Large, sluggish whorls and ripples of mellow, light blue travel slowly from nose to tailtip along his upper half, interrupted only by the occasional, lazy waves of graduated, deep teal that suggest ponderous motion. Upon lower half, that same dark teal emerges just behind his jaw, meandering sedately on until reaching the barrel of chest, where it morphs into a dark, gelid turquoise reminiscent of frozen gravel and pebbles. This coloration and pattern continues until it reaches the curve of lower haunches, where pebbles fade into sheets of greyish-blue rock, smoothed by ages of the inexorable motion of implacable ice. Is that a strange hint of an impish grin upon his muzzle?
The washing is what comes next. A process that is arduous and time-consuming. Not only that, but it takes K'zin's entire focus. One would think that being so much bigger than a newly hatched firelizard would lend him some kind of edge, but no. Rasavyth goes closer to watch the show. Which goes on. And on. And on. And what has Solith's lick unearthed - or just drooled on and sorta-cleaned off? An arrogant looking bronze bastard of a firelizard, who creels in some fear at that humongous tongue rasp he gets from his BIG 'sister,' and promptly tries to hide in Telavi's clothing. Even newborn firelizard claws are painfully prickly. Tremble. No eat I. As for Waki and his new, blue baby... well, Alida just leaves them alone. No need to piss anyone else off. And speaking of that... the sand-coated blob that was formerly trying to eat Ilicaeth and then yhe guard...flicks up from the wherry carcass, and lands neatly upon the woman's shoulder...even as she's ducking away from what might be an attack. W.T.F.
Alida's too busy ducking from the clinger on her leather clad shoulder to notice Telavi's hiss back at her new bastard baby bronze boy. When the bluie finally calms down enough to make a look from behind hand-guarded eyes, it's to discover her own new bratling slowly grooming itself free from layers of sand with its own tongue. "Oh, just fuckin' *great*." NO ESCAPE! No escape. That settled, Telavi hikes over to the water's edge and crouches there, where the waves can lap at her boots. K'zin may be careful with the cleaning of his little creature, but under Solith's eagle eye, she summarily sandwiches the firelizard between her hands and dunks. The little rat bastard in Telavi's hands struggles at that ingracious dunking, scrawing like a buzzard, and trying to climb his way up her arm. Whether he succeeds or not is up to how strong her grip is. The strips of sunflower gold that the shrike on Alida's shoulder leaves behind upon her skin with her grooming is reason for the woman to groan aloud, her alto almost beseeching the creature to depart. "Go on now... shoo. Didn' wantcha'...*any* uv ya yet." She's not even done with Ilicaeth-raising! The little queen, unconcerned - her eyes whirling mellow blue - only peers at her new slave, and then goes back to grooming...after bestowing her perch with a light nuzzle beneath Alida's chin. "Fuuuuu..." Sunflower Field Gold: Not a glowing, eye-poppingly bright hue, instead shaded by the red-orange rays of the setting sun, this hospitable lady brings to mind the large and warmth-loving blooms of a tract of sunflowers, their smiling faces ever-turned up to receive every last kiss of sustaining light. Deep, rich yellow-gold burgeons pleasantly over her hide in even fashion, ample hints of descending Rukbat glimpsable in dreamy shades of saffron, apricot, and dark amber that waken with her motions at headknobs, 'ridges, joints and creases, and upon her defined paws. Talons of deep nectarine grace those digits, adding a splash of tang to her mellow hidescape. 'How may I help you?' large, wistful seeming eyes might inquire. |
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