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Date Posted: 19:00:56 02/26/02 Tue
Author: R'kese~Hakath
Subject: Thread= ouch!

Hakath trumpets as he swerves in formation, searching for the Thread to flame out. A large tangle rushes in front of him, gone before R'kese can blink. The big bronze grins, his muscles flexing as he moves to char again. An assuring grin spreads across the face of the bronze rider, remembering the last Fall.

Careful! Hakath's warning leaps into his mind an instant too late as he feels a silver coil drip against his cheek and then whisk along his shoulder. Trying not to outcry, he and his lifemate blink into the nothingness of between, the cold stilling the pain at least for the moment. Erupting out of this impossibly chilling state, the pair is once again confronted with Thread.

"I want revenge on that strand!" He calls, searching for the Thread guilty of scoring him. The big bronze flames every strand within reach as his rider's pain increases, feeling the raw rivers of Threadscore coursing severely along his cheek, and down his forearm. "And wherhide doesn't do a thing!" He spats, leaning forward to assist Hakath. Suddenly the dragon begins to descend, careful not to be flamed by the others. "Hak, what are you doing?"

We stop, I can feel you weakening. I'm telling Jeneth. You need numbweed, now. Jeneth, I'm taking him down, he is scored badly. True to his bronze's word, the rider admits to himself that the harsh score was starting to affect him, the wound so close to his eyes and searing into his flesh. Clutching onto his fighting straps, he is barely aware of Hakath again making the cold jump, the dragon landing on the floor.

"This is just momentary, I need to be back up with my Wing. Hakath, numbweed...where is it?" The rider mumbles, sliding from the harness and crumpling on the floor. "So clumsy, couldn't stay in for more than a moment." He mutters, angry at himself as he sinks woozily against Hakath.

Any dragon whose rider knows where numbweed is, we need it here quickly! Hakath roars into the dragons on the ground, tail swinging in agitation.

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Replies:

.: Numbweed :. -- J'rek * Arth :|: M'rek * Zeth, 19:32:31 02/26/02 Tue
- ~^~ -- R'kese~Hakath, 09:53:16 02/27/02 Wed
  - ~ Watch ~ -- Sira & Halth [&Yanie], 13:53:06 02/27/02 Wed
    - * || * -- J'rek * Arth :|: M'rek * Zeth, 19:21:05 02/27/02 Wed
      - ~Glare~ -- Cleora & Lith{{!!!!}} [&Yanie], 03:42:04 02/28/02 Thu