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An Udder Day In Paradise ((Attn: ALL)) #attnall #pernquake


 

OOC: The bovine are loose and pose a danger to those on the ground until rounded up!
 
Tolfast had only just begun to settle into life at the Weyr, still growing accustomed to the routines. He was in his office unpacking when Shep raised his head suddenly and began to whine. It was uncharacteristic for him to spook at nothing. Rather than wait on the bad feeling his canine's unease had given him, he was already on his way to the beast pens on the other side of the stable when the first rumble started. Sheltering against the wall with Shepherd tucked beneath him, he waited only until the shaking stopped before taking off at a run.
 
He could hear a commotion even before he could see it. Someone was shouting, though over the baying, snorts, and frightened whinnies it was hard to make out. One thing became immediately apparent: /the herdbeasts were free/.
 
They were everywhere! A moving mass of bovine flesh, they had begun milling about on the verge of a stampede. The only hurdle in their way were the bridges - objects too alien for them to trust. Yet. Tolfast knew that it was only a matter of time before fear motivated them to cross out into public areas. 
 
He could not be sure where the fencing had gone down, but his first priority was to secure the loose animals. Before he could shout an order, a handful of rocks broke free from the clifface and clattered to the bowl floor. 
 
And they were off! No longer more afraid of the bridge than their surroundings, the bovine funneled across the river and out onto the open sands where they scattered in brainless panic. 


Ren
 

The shaking had woken brown Solazath and now he was angry. He'd just got to sleep in this son, blaze you! Whipping his head back and forth angrily to see who dared make the Weyr shake, he spotted instead the massive wave of bovine running and his eyes whirled red for a different reason. 

{{We're feastin' tonight, boys!}} Solazath bugled triumpantly as he dove down to snatch up a panicking bovine. He tore into it while still in the air causing a scalding cascade of blood to rain down onto the ground.

Hearing Solazath's cry, Arcanith looked towards where the brown went and became just as delighted to see the fast food. She was there in a flash, her bovine pinned to the ground as she tore into it. Seeing the dragon, the bovines panicked further, some breaking off from the main herd and charging off in another direction.

Meanwhile, in the stables, Rennitz heard it. That sound she'd heard before and hoped to never hear again. That was a stampede! The candidate dropped her pitchfork and bolted for her runner's saddle. She'd felt the quake and thought nothing of it like everyone else, but this stampede was something entirely different. She bolted back to her runner's stall where Stratus was already reacting to the quake by tossing her head and baying, hooves stamping. When she saw her rider, the runner called to her for comfort.

"Yeah, I know, girl," Rennitz grunted as she swung herself into the stall. "Stampede so we got work to do, eh? You know the drill." She worked hard to saddle her mare and led her out to the courtyard. A measure of rope was around her saddlehorn as she headed out to help. Seeing someone come out of the office, she pulled her runner up there. Relief washed over her seeing master knots. 

"Master! The bovine are out and stampeding. I'm gonna try to keep them at least together until they calm down. I've done this before."


Steelsilver
 

Sunstreath had startled awake at the shaking, and annoyed, he spotted the brown diving on the bovines, and then the green, and he was racing to join them. Smashing into the herd, he came away with a bovine, uncaring that the herd scattered further, the main herd separating again. ((This part of the herd is MINE!)) More blood rained from the sky.

((No, wait!)) Meisteth called, darting down from the sky, trying to halt the bovines, only scaring them further.



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Tolfast had been expecting distressed animals, what he hadn't been expecting was the dragons and the resulting bloodbath that followed. He stared out at the weyrbowl feast with a shocked look. "Well," he sighed in resignation, "this is one way to thin the herd." Not the way he would have preferred, but he had long since learned to roll with the punches life swung. 

He spun back toward the stables, issuing orders left and right as he caught sight of available hands. "You four, go with this journeyman," Tolfast gently turned a young man toward a group of lost looking apprentices with a voice that was firm, but not unkind. "You'll find fencing tools in the shed, I need you to search out that hole in our perimeter and get it patched. We need it done before the herd is recovered, so hop to it!" He couldn't wait to answer further questions, moving on. 

It was just ahead of the entryway that he caught sight of a woman with a runner already in tack. "Good on you, girl," he praised her quick thinking with a grateful smile. "Round them up as best you can, I'll be right behind you. We'll do this together."

Clapping her on the shoulder as he stepped by, Tolfast barked to the nearest stablehand as he strode into the building. "Pull out Tilea' and get my saddle!"


On Sun, Apr 19, 2020, 12:34 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
The shaking had woken brown Solazath and now he was angry. He'd just got to sleep in this son, blaze you! Whipping his head back and forth angrily to see who dared make the Weyr shake, he spotted instead the massive wave of bovine running and his eyes whirled red for a different reason. 

{{We're feastin' tonight, boys!}} Solazath bugled triumpantly as he dove down to snatch up a panicking bovine. He tore into it while still in the air causing a scalding cascade of blood to rain down onto the ground.

Hearing Solazath's cry, Arcanith looked towards where the brown went and became just as delighted to see the fast food. She was there in a flash, her bovine pinned to the ground as she tore into it. Seeing the dragon, the bovines panicked further, some breaking off from the main herd and charging off in another direction.

Meanwhile, in the stables, Rennitz heard it. That sound she'd heard before and hoped to never hear again. That was a stampede! The candidate dropped her pitchfork and bolted for her runner's saddle. She'd felt the quake and thought nothing of it like everyone else, but this stampede was something entirely different. She bolted back to her runner's stall where Stratus was already reacting to the quake by tossing her head and baying, hooves stamping. When she saw her rider, the runner called to her for comfort.

"Yeah, I know, girl," Rennitz grunted as she swung herself into the stall. "Stampede so we got work to do, eh? You know the drill." She worked hard to saddle her mare and led her out to the courtyard. A measure of rope was around her saddlehorn as she headed out to help. Seeing someone come out of the office, she pulled her runner up there. Relief washed over her seeing master knots. 

"Master! The bovine are out and stampeding. I'm gonna try to keep them at least together until they calm down. I've done this before."


Ren
 

Energized and grounded by Master Tolfast's approval, Rennitz climbed aboard Stratus and whistled to her firelizards. She was still stunned when a gold answered her call, but she had more important concerns. "Crew, we got trouble! Earthshake freed the bovine and dragons are eating them!" She pointed to the stampede and the firelizards shrieked at the carnage. "Right! We want to keep the bovine together while making sure dragons don't accidentally attack us. Let's go!" With that, she kicked Stratus off with her brown and gold following behind. Javensha was still young enough to look to Aranck for guidance, but she did understand that this was Big Trouble.

The firelizards communicated swiftly while they followed Rennitz on runnerback towards the herd. Keep meatbags running together, watch out for Big Cousins, and make sure Rennitz stayed okay. That was something that even the normally placid gold could get behind. Rennitz pulled Stratus hard to the side when she hit the herd to not separate them further, making her runner run up the side. She looked ahead of them to try to find a good place to steer them without hurting humans or the bovine further but didn't see one just yet. Wait... they were heading into the Weyr... the Weyrfolk needed to be notified! 

Rennitz whistled and called her 'lizards to her. "Go find a dragon that's not eating!" she ordered with careful mental images. "Get them to make us a path!"

Jevensha and Aranck both chirped an affirmative before popping off and reappearing near a blue that wasn't bloody. Jevensha pushed Aranck aside and imperiously squawked and creeled at Meisteth to come help her human round up the bovine and keep other dragons away. She sent him vivid images of what she wanted without leaving room for this big dragon to disobey her. Aranck sighed but backed his queen up with agreeing chirrups and cheeps.


Steelsilver
 

Meisteth was the most startled of blues when a gold firelizard popped out of between, scolding at him, and it took a few more moments before the blue understood. 

((Of course little golden sister. I will help you.)) He soothed. ((Clear a path? Where?)) Questioning notes were added to his tone. 


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Ren
 

Pleased that this blue agreed to her demands, Javensha's tone changed to imperious orders. She used her body and mental images to show him the stampede, then where her human wanted them.

(Warn,) she ordered. (Human, go, not be there). She showed images of him warning the humans in the Weyrbowl to flee before the herd arrived, then an image of the animals entering the bowl and not hurting humans because they weren't there.


Steelsilver
 

((I will warn them.)) Meisteth promised, and vanished. 

Sunstreath chose that moment to drop half a herdbeast in front of the stables before disappearing as well.

ooc and I'm out of this thread.



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Ren
 

Pleased, Javensha and Aranck returned to Rennitz chittering their success. She sent them deep gratitude and praising thoughts while continuing to ride along the herd. She saw a blue dragon moving to the bowl and obliging them and whooped in delight. Even as she did, the first brown dragon to attack the bovine came back and grabbed another one, ripping it open and covering the bovine, Rennitz, her firelizards, and Stratus in blood.

"YOU JACKASS BROWN!" Rennitz screamed up to him, eyes blazing at the dragon as her queen shrieked her own rage at being gross now. "FECK OFF OUR BOVINE! YOU GOT YOUR OWN!"

Solazath whipped his bloody head around and bellowed right back at her, green eyes shooting red. {{Shut up, ya daft cunt!}}

Under the blood, Rennitz's cheeks flushed with rage but she let the brown go. Focus on the bovines. She worked to divert them to the Weyrbowl while keeping her eyes out for Master Tolfast.


 

Tolfast was not pleased to have his new herd savaged by the dragons, an issue he was dealing with for the first time. He gave his mare a snap of her reins to urge her on, and Tileandra raced on. She wasn't built for speed, but this runner could run and do so until the job was done. Nimble hooves carried her over the unpredictable sand without faltering, bouncing away from a bovine that turned his horns on them as they got too close. She squealed at the bellowing animal, but Tolfast was relieved she didn't retaliate. 

Funneled by the work of the runners and their cohorts, the herdbeast had begun to form a more predictable cluster - at least until each new dragon descended. This would cause the bovines to panic, parting like a school of fish around a shark. Several of the beasts took off in opposite directions, abandoning the herd in their fear. 

Tolfast raised a hand to his mouth and whistled a repeating pattern. Shepherd behind them took off after one of the stragglers, instantly on the task. Trusting the canine, Tolfast focused on directing the main host out of the public spaces - he trusted Rennitz and her gang to round up the others. 

On Mon, Apr 20, 2020, 6:07 AM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Pleased, Javensha and Aranck returned to Rennitz chittering their success. She sent them deep gratitude and praising thoughts while continuing to ride along the herd. She saw a blue dragon moving to the bowl and obliging them and whooped in delight. Even as she did, the first brown dragon to attack the bovine came back and grabbed another one, ripping it open and covering the bovine, Rennitz, her firelizards, and Stratus in blood.

"YOU JACKASS BROWN!" Rennitz screamed up to him, eyes blazing at the dragon as her queen shrieked her own rage at being gross now. "FECK OFF OUR BOVINE! YOU GOT YOUR OWN!"

Solazath whipped his bloody head around and bellowed right back at her, green eyes shooting red. {{Shut up, ya daft cunt!}}

Under the blood, Rennitz's cheeks flushed with rage but she let the brown go. Focus on the bovines. She worked to divert them to the Weyrbowl while keeping her eyes out for Master Tolfast.


Ren
 

Almost, they were almost there! Rennitz tried to keep herself in check and her mind on the task at hand. Mental commands had her firelizards chasing after any bovines who tried to break away from the herd, scolding and smacking them with their wings until the animals turned back. When they gathered in the bowl and started to turn back, Rennitz (not for the first time) wished that she had a wher or canine to help her contain the animals. As it was, she just gave orders to her firelizards to do everything that they could to keep the animals there. Javensha and Aranck began flying in separate mobious strips in front of the beasts while screeching to keep the bovine away. Rennitz herself used Stratus to challenge any bovine who tried to scare them back into the makeshift corral. She could feel how exhausted Javensha was getting and her heart went out to the baby. She was only a few days old, after all.


 

With the dragons making short work of any herdbeast they grabbed, the smell of blood kept the animals in a high state of alert despite being run nearly ragged. With the guidance both humans and their entourage, none of the beasts were able to make it very far from the main herd before being driven quickly back. This kept the damage they created to a minimum, though candidates would likely be shoveling herdbeast-pies and gore off the sands for some time. 

Braying and mooing, aimed away from the living spaces, they charged harmlessly across the shore of the weyrlake. Cloven hooves churned up foam as the terrified animals slowly came to their senses in the shock from the water - some awakened after wetting their feet, whereas others had to plunge in entirely before their panicked run ended. 

Tolfast reined his mare to slow on the farthest side of the herd, and she bounced to a halt with an excited whinny. Nostrils flared as she caught her breath, and the Master bent to give her neck an affectionate pat. "Easy there, girl! You done good!" 

Looking out across the sea of milling animals, he sought out Rennitz and her flit pair. Shepherd had ended up on her side of the herd, and he paced along the line of beasts like a watchful parent over errant children. Tolfast stuck a pair of fingers in his mouth to amplify the whistle he gave, a signal to the girl as much to the dog. /All good/?

On Thu, Apr 23, 2020, 6:09 AM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Almost, they were almost there! Rennitz tried to keep herself in check and her mind on the task at hand. Mental commands had her firelizards chasing after any bovines who tried to break away from the herd, scolding and smacking them with their wings until the animals turned back. When they gathered in the bowl and started to turn back, Rennitz (not for the first time) wished that she had a wher or canine to help her contain the animals. As it was, she just gave orders to her firelizards to do everything that they could to keep the animals there. Javensha and Aranck began flying in separate mobious strips in front of the beasts while screeching to keep the bovine away. Rennitz herself used Stratus to challenge any bovine who tried to scare them back into the makeshift corral. She could feel how exhausted Javensha was getting and her heart went out to the baby. She was only a few days old, after all.


Ren
 

Rennitz looked over at the whistle and, seeing the Master looking at her questioningly, she raised her hand in a sign of agreement. Yes, she was fine if very tired. She whistled up to her firelizards and they more than willingly returned to her, collapsing on either shoulder in pure exhaustion. Stratus also was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Bless the mare, however, as she still stood firm under Rennitz's control even as her sides shivered. Carefully, Rennitz made her way back towards Tolfast while keeping her eyes on the animals in case anyone bolted again. 

"Well that was something, Master," Rennitz grunted, sweat running down her. "Do you want to let them rest here a minute so the dragons can finish their slaughter and clear off before taking them back? Can't imagine their riders are going to be too pleased with them."