Bloodied Sands (1/2) (PG-17)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia
Date Posted: 18th June 2024
Characters: O'rosin
Description: O'rosin gets mauled by his dragon
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 5 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: Vytian, Blue, Cirina, Naradis & Saedyna (not by name)
Content Warnings: PG-17 rating for vague descriptions of violence
Rating: PG-17
This was all too much.
Obrosin had been on the sands before, but not like this. Not when the noise could almost be touched itself, with the sand uncomfortably warm despite his shoes. The white robe felt silly in the barracks and entirely ridiculous now, with more people than Obrosin had ever seen in his life watching him. He did not think his family would be able to attend, even if he knew how to direct the dragonriders to them. For the best, really; he didn't think they would handle it any better than he did.
He tried not to focus too hard at the eggs that started to move and twitch. He knew that if he looked for too long he wouldn't be able to look away, and R'lor had said to keep his wits about him. He wouldn't be able to do that if he spent too long being horrified at any one thing for too long.
He didn't see the first eggs hatch, but turned when he heard the Weyrlingmaster shout. He turned, trying to puzzle out the chaos. Blue holding his arm, Vytian bloodied. His heart pounded in his chest. He didn't have enough time to process it; other eggs were hatching around them. He felt locked in place, with the urge to back away or _get out_ barely losing out over the low-grade dread that froze him to his spot. The beauty of Impression was lost on him as others found their match. He tried to keep an eye out for Cirina, and frowned as he saw the girls around her lead their own dragons off the Sands. She was so excited. Her dragon should be here too, maybe amongst the last…
He saw the bronze out of the corner of his eye. Observing him. Obrosin turned back slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements or end up just like one of the others. He raised a hand up, unsure, for the dragonet to sniff (did dragonets care for such things?). It felt..familiar, almost. Like living through a half-remembered dream and remembering that something _important_ could happen.
Then an inhuman scream ripped him from that moment just as much as a sudden crush of desperation. The bronze reacted fast, scrambling just out of reach before a massive brown dragonet plowed clean into Obrosin and both went down in a jumble of limbs and talons. Panic, panic overwhelmed both of them, unknowingly feeding into each other, as the brown scrambled to try and get away but only managed to rip through the thin candidate robe and tear through his skin. The sand burned hot on his back and he flailed too, trying to grab for the beast's feet and push them away. The crush of pain and panic finally gave him the strength to heave the dragonet off of him and the brown landed hard on his side next to him.
The dragonet (Aeoluth, though the name came, unbidden and unwilling, into Obrosin's mind) keened piteously as he staggered back to his feet. Obrosin scrambled away, pulling himself up to sitting. Deep gashes raked down his torso, his thighs, his shoulders. Blood soaked the sand around him. His vision blurred before going entirely.
Last updated on the June 23rd 2024