Post by BloodoftheBeast on Feb 2, 2008 15:30:16 GMT -5
We have a hatching coming up and we are in desperate need of candidates!!
The story begins, in 100th Pass, in a weyr called Iriscal. Nyst queen Shalith had just laid a large clutch of nearly forty, and naturally her rider and mate were more than proud. The Radyic Searchriders set off immediately, flying to nearly every corner of Pern for candidates. However, as the day of the hatching drew nearer, the Searchriders found themselves coming up short. They were still in need of five candidates, but the Searchriders had scoured every Hold they could find and were out of options.
Finally the day of the hatching came, and Shalith was apprehensive. She alone knew what was to be the fate of her five unbonded children, but she refused to tell her rider. The eggs hatched, they Impressed, and all eyes turned to the yet unhatched five. The eggs looked slightly dull, and their shells were a bit shriveled. As if sensing the danger that would come out of those five, Shalith burst into a horrified frenzy while the eggs rocked, ready to hatch. The weyr fell into chaos within seconds, though the Weyrwoman still had enough sense to usher the children, elderly, and newly Impressed out to a safe place.
Then Shalith collapsed to the ground, unconscious but not dead, the second her children hatched. All five of them, at once. It was a horrific sight. Gone was the proud bearing of a new Seric, or the playfulness of a young Vasur. Instead, they were all grey. Grey and terrible, coming into the world in a roaring, hissing frenzy of teeth and claws. Their eyes burned red, searing holes through the hearts and minds of the onlookers. In a bloody battle, two of these oddities died, but the others managed to burst out of the hatching sands and into the wild. They were christened the Feral dragons.
Shalith woke a few days later, still keeping the secret of the Ferals to herself. She was overflowing with grief at her two slain children, often spending time in the sands where the blood would stain forever. She stayed in this state for many months, even putting off rising until much later than she was due. Eventually, after nearly eight months, she returned to her former self with the help of her mate, and explained the terror of the Ferals.
“If a dragonet cannot find its chosen among the crowd, or its chosen refuses it, then its mind will melt into a state of utter chaos and fury, creating a Feral. Ferals turn into a blaze of claws and teeth, constantly hungry and on the hunt for blood and death. But their lifespans are drastically cut short, and they lose their noble bearing and proud looks. They become grey with only slivers of their former color, and their minds lose most of the intelligence they possessed earlier. So they live a half-life, alone, cold, mindless, and killers.”
A few of those newly Impressed weyrlings at that hatching heard of it and became immersed in fear of the Ferals. Among those were four high-ranking dragons and riders. Rhyania and Nyst Xhauyith, Zetai and Athys Ashkeleth, N’skel and Zalaic Sedariath, and Ni’rath and Seric Zakraelyth. Also, an older wherhandler pair; Athys Vesk, Seric Wirask, and their handlers, befriended those riders. While the riders’ dragons matured, they secretly taught their dragons how to fight viciously, should they meet the Ferals.
Soon enough, one of the Ferals rampaged and found the Weyr again, attacking it in a blind fury. Many, many lives were lost in that attack, including dear Shalith and her rider. The Feral was killed by a group of Skorrs, though Shalith’s mate fought as well and was killed. Now, the four high-ranking riders were the only ones left of their rank, as the others were all killed in the Feral attack. They continued training in combat, and soon enough their dragons were old enough to fly and go between. Seeing as their beloved Weyr was in a state of resignation, feeling that should the other two Ferals appear, they would surely be wiped out, Zetai and Rhyania desperately tried to convince others to leave with them and form a new Weyr to combat the Ferals, but they all refused. So the four of them, plus the two wherhandlers, left to scout out the perfect place.
When they did, they began flying around Pern to spread word of the Ferals and their danger. And of Reoda, the new Weyr.
((for reader benefit: Nyst(black)=gold, Skorr(orange)=brown, Vasur(purple)=green, Zalaic(dark red)=bronze, and Radyic(shiny dark blue)=blue. Athys(creamy-yellow)=lower gold and Seric(silver)=lower bronze))
<a href=http://z15.invisionfree.com/Reoda_Weyr/index.php><img src="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o223/FireEmblem42/Reodabutton.jpg"></a> The story begins, in 100th Pass, in a weyr called Iriscal. Nyst queen Shalith had just laid a large clutch of nearly forty, and naturally her rider and mate were more than proud. The Radyic Searchriders set off immediately, flying to nearly every corner of Pern for candidates. However, as the day of the hatching drew nearer, the Searchriders found themselves coming up short. They were still in need of five candidates, but the Searchriders had scoured every Hold they could find and were out of options.
Finally the day of the hatching came, and Shalith was apprehensive. She alone knew what was to be the fate of her five unbonded children, but she refused to tell her rider. The eggs hatched, they Impressed, and all eyes turned to the yet unhatched five. The eggs looked slightly dull, and their shells were a bit shriveled. As if sensing the danger that would come out of those five, Shalith burst into a horrified frenzy while the eggs rocked, ready to hatch. The weyr fell into chaos within seconds, though the Weyrwoman still had enough sense to usher the children, elderly, and newly Impressed out to a safe place.
Then Shalith collapsed to the ground, unconscious but not dead, the second her children hatched. All five of them, at once. It was a horrific sight. Gone was the proud bearing of a new Seric, or the playfulness of a young Vasur. Instead, they were all grey. Grey and terrible, coming into the world in a roaring, hissing frenzy of teeth and claws. Their eyes burned red, searing holes through the hearts and minds of the onlookers. In a bloody battle, two of these oddities died, but the others managed to burst out of the hatching sands and into the wild. They were christened the Feral dragons.
Shalith woke a few days later, still keeping the secret of the Ferals to herself. She was overflowing with grief at her two slain children, often spending time in the sands where the blood would stain forever. She stayed in this state for many months, even putting off rising until much later than she was due. Eventually, after nearly eight months, she returned to her former self with the help of her mate, and explained the terror of the Ferals.
“If a dragonet cannot find its chosen among the crowd, or its chosen refuses it, then its mind will melt into a state of utter chaos and fury, creating a Feral. Ferals turn into a blaze of claws and teeth, constantly hungry and on the hunt for blood and death. But their lifespans are drastically cut short, and they lose their noble bearing and proud looks. They become grey with only slivers of their former color, and their minds lose most of the intelligence they possessed earlier. So they live a half-life, alone, cold, mindless, and killers.”
A few of those newly Impressed weyrlings at that hatching heard of it and became immersed in fear of the Ferals. Among those were four high-ranking dragons and riders. Rhyania and Nyst Xhauyith, Zetai and Athys Ashkeleth, N’skel and Zalaic Sedariath, and Ni’rath and Seric Zakraelyth. Also, an older wherhandler pair; Athys Vesk, Seric Wirask, and their handlers, befriended those riders. While the riders’ dragons matured, they secretly taught their dragons how to fight viciously, should they meet the Ferals.
Soon enough, one of the Ferals rampaged and found the Weyr again, attacking it in a blind fury. Many, many lives were lost in that attack, including dear Shalith and her rider. The Feral was killed by a group of Skorrs, though Shalith’s mate fought as well and was killed. Now, the four high-ranking riders were the only ones left of their rank, as the others were all killed in the Feral attack. They continued training in combat, and soon enough their dragons were old enough to fly and go between. Seeing as their beloved Weyr was in a state of resignation, feeling that should the other two Ferals appear, they would surely be wiped out, Zetai and Rhyania desperately tried to convince others to leave with them and form a new Weyr to combat the Ferals, but they all refused. So the four of them, plus the two wherhandlers, left to scout out the perfect place.
When they did, they began flying around Pern to spread word of the Ferals and their danger. And of Reoda, the new Weyr.
((for reader benefit: Nyst(black)=gold, Skorr(orange)=brown, Vasur(purple)=green, Zalaic(dark red)=bronze, and Radyic(shiny dark blue)=blue. Athys(creamy-yellow)=lower gold and Seric(silver)=lower bronze))