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"Isha Arrowhawk" <> Date: Fri Aug 9, 2002 12:22
am Subject: Darla and Wylith try to help
NRPG: Thank you Andre, for re-sending this to me, I never got it. :)
> Dargen sprinted from the building, and opened his wings. He began to
> flap them, desperately trying to reach his rider, but to no avail. He
> bobbed up and down a few times, his claws never leaving the grass
> beneath him, while the urge to save his rider grew to such intensity
> that it finally consumed all reason in the young dragon's mind. He
> flapped even harder, completely ignoring the burning pain in his chest
> and wings.
>
> Finally, the insane flapping began lifting him off of the ground. He
> rose slowly, gaining surprising speed, until finally an audible snap
> came from his left wing and he collapsed.
>
> He lay on the grass, hollering in pain for a few minutes. Humans began
> to encircle him and one of them laid her hands on Dargen's wing.
>
> "Looks like it's dislocated." she said.
>
> Dargen didn't understand what the human said and didn't care. He hissed
> at her, trying to stand.
>
> < I WANT MY RIDER! > he screamed, < AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME! >
>
> With that said, Dargen grabbed his wounded wing with his jaws and, to
> keep it from dragging at his side, flung it over his back. He
> immediately roared in agony and collapsed on the floor unconscious.
>
> ******
Darla had jerked awake and was on her feet before she could blink
herself awake. Wylith was crooning sadly, having heard the mental cries
from the horribly upset dragon. What in the...?
She was on her dragon's back and in the air before thinking, even
neglecting to strap in. But she knew her dragon so well it was as if they
were a single entity, moving as one, both in mind and body.
They landed with a thump, and Darla was sliding from Wylith's back
before she could settle completely. She moved to the hurt dragon, uncaring
that she was new to Telnor and that no one knew her from a hill of dragon
dung; or that there were Telnor riders there who probably outranked her
completely. She was a caring person, even being as short as she was, and
she simply loved dragons.
Kneeling down, she reached boldly for the wounded dragon's wing,
gently running her fingers along it, grimacing as she felt the swelling.
Ok, now what? It had to be tended to. And the poor thing was out cold.
Then, she smiled, and jumped to her feet, grabbing an overlarge
tarp from the basket on her riding harness. She enjoyed camping from time
to time, and it was her 'tent' of sorts. She spread the tarp out on the
ground, it was *just* large enough for a small dragon, but not for a full
grown one, or she'd never attempt what she was about to do.
{{ Wylith love, gently lift the dragon's lower body, so I can get
this tarp under it? }}
Wylith immediately slid her front feet underneath the unconscious
dragon, and lifted while Darla slid the tarp as far underneath it as she
could, pulling it snug.
{{ Now, the front please, careful of that wing though... }}
Again, Wylith did as she was asked, crooning softly all the while,
until Darla had the tarp underneath the dragon and spread full out. Then,
she stepped back, and waited.
Darla ran ropes through holes at all four corners, leaving the
ones at the head and tail corners more loose than the ones supporting the
main part of its body. Then, she connected them all, using a commonly used
riding knot, and held the tied ends up in the air.
"Where is your dragon infirmary, please? Because that is where
this one is going, and where is its rider??"
{{ Wylith, grab the knotted ends, and lift please, slowly. Not too
far off of the ground, as I'm going to be running alongside, watching to see
that this poor dear is ok till we get there. }}
The grown dragon moved away a bit, and launched as carefully as
she could, then moved to grasp the knots securely in her talons, waiting for
her rider to move in the right direction.
(TAG: Andre! If you like it, go with it. If not, ignore it.)