L'gar's Wing; South-end of Kalispell [PLOT]

[Topaz]

L'gar and Zedoreth popped into the airspace above the southern end of Kalispell, their neighboring town. This area was downhill of the rest of the town, and so there was a good deal of flooding. It was mostly residential homes and maybe a few stores, but it was hard to tell amidst the muddy water and pummeling rain.

He waited for the rest of his wing to follow, and then Zedoreth began circling the area, in search of distressed villagers. L'gar silently asked his mount to broadcast some guidelines to the rest of the wing.

Faeyth, Aricoth, Azulith. Mine wishes you to relay this to Yours. Spread out around the area, but keep within sight. Beware of falling trees, and do not get in their range unless you are picking up a refugee. If you see any floating bodies, please pick them up as well, if you can. They will be brought back to the Weyr just like any other villager to check for signs of life. Lastly, do not strain yourselves, and be safe.

With that Zedoreth dove down to pick up a frantically waving towns-person from the top window of her house. Apparently, in the dark, the woman must have mistaken Zedoreth for a helicopter of some sort, and as he neared for a landing, she shrieked and dove back inside her house. L'gar grunted and told Zedoreth to land carefully in the river that used to be her front lawn.

It wasn't too strenuous a task for the big brown, but the stinging rain was making him irate. He growled in annoyance, but L'gar quickly told him to hush, lest he give the poor woman a heart attack. With some jerky maneuvering, L'gar managed to climb Zedoreth's neck and get himself through the window. The woman inside was huddled in the corner of the room, shielding a young boy.

"Its alright ma'am, we're here to help. You have to come aboard and we'll take you and your son somewhere safe." He yelled over the din of the pounding rain. The woman faltered for a moment, but her son looked up with wide eyes at L'gar and began pulling her over to him. After a few tense minutes, she finally gave in, and quickly went to the window.

It was difficult getting them onto the brown, but Zedoreth did all he could to make his back reach the window sill. Once they were settled, L'gar sat behind them both and asked Zedoreth to relay a warning before he took of, since his voice would barely carry a foot before being lost in the wind and rain.

Woman and boy. I am Zedoreth, and Mine is L'gar. He wishes for you to hold on tight, as I am about to take off.

At the voice in her head, the woman spun around to L'gar, who simply nodded. She looked utterly confused, but as the brown dragon began to tense up, she quickly huddled with her son against Zed's neck. With that, the big brown took off, trying to make it as smooth a take off as possible. As he gain altitude, he saw a body floating on the side of another house, and gently came down again to grasp it with his forepaws. Finally they were ready to depart back to the Weyr, and Zedoreth gave one last message.

Mine says to hold your breath please.

And they blinked between.

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Fayeth and Miyuki
Fayeth appeared above and to the left of Zedoreth, in time to hear and indeed relay his message. She scoffed at the line about not straining themselves, but she was smart enbough to keep that private. She stayed to the side, scanning the waters below for bodies or struggling survivors.

She had been about to pass over a large street, flooded but mostly abandoned but for some debris, when Miyuki called out to her mentally and forced her to land. The gold didn't quite like thr idea, but she managed to find a safe place to land on the top of a small shop building. Miyuki asked her to stay still and quiet for a moment, and they wiated just a few seconds.

A small, terrified wailing could barely be heard over the wind and rain, but Miyuki slid down Fayeth's side. She slogged through the muddy water ankle-deep on the top of the store, making her way to a door- the roof acess stairway. When the wailing intensified as she neared, she rattled the handle a moment then stepped back. Trying her best to be clear and commanding, she began to speak.
"Please do not be worried! I am of the rescue team. We are sent to help you. The big dragon will not be hurting you. She is my friend. Will you open the door? We can take you to a safe place." She felt stupid trying to act like she knew what she was doing, but a warm encouraging thought from the gold made her feel a bit better.

When the door opened just a crack,she could hear panicked shouting, less like a child now and more a distraught older woman. She crouched down, holding out her hand when a young boy, not more than four, peeked out. She managed to catch a glimpse of a slightly older girl and a woman who she assumed to be the children's mother.
"Please...come out here. The building is not safe. We will take you to a place where you can be warm and dry."

The woman shrieked again as the children pushed the door open further. Fayeth began to grow tired of the sound, and she lowered her head to peer straight into the doorway.
Please stop that. It is not polite to scream at your rescuers. Now come out of there.

The woman grabbed her children's arms, pulling them back towards the building. But a loud snapping noise, electrical and far too close stopped her. Miyuki shoved past her intothe acess stairway, looking around.
"I told you. The building is unsafe. The power lines are damaged!"

The woman stuttered, hysterical now but somehow managing something resembling coherencey. "M-my...M-m-my husband...h-he's..." she trailed off there, and stuck to pointing frantically at a gas station across the way. A man was trapped by a slab of cement; he appeared fine, but he was unable to get out.

"Fayeth?" Miyuki asked, though the gold was already moving.
Yes, love. I shall get him out. Fayeth jumped off the shop, landing in the murky water with a grunt of effort. She waded through, not a difficult task as she was by now large enough that the water barely splashed her belly, and she paused in front of the trapped man.
DO. NOT. MOVE. She warned with all the command she could muster. She shoved her shoulder under the concrete peice, and pushed upwards. Even for a dragon it was rather heavy, and Fayeht's weak heart and chest made the task as hard as it would have been for a small green, rather than a heft gold. She began to realize she could not fully move it aside. So she shoved it away from the man, making an exit as best she could, then snaked her head down (the cement was being supported by her shoulders and hips), grabbed the man's shirt, and dragged him free, lifting him into the air as she leapt free and sent the concrete smashing into the heap of metal and stone that had been the man's hiding place.

She slogged through the water again, carrying a now very unconcious man gingerly in her teeth, trying her best not to rip his skin or to drop him. Miyuki looked slightly amused when Fayeth set the human down gently on the rooftop, and the gold gave her beloved a baleful look between heaving breaths.
That was hard, minelove. We must get them to the Weyr now, though. Get them astride my back.
"Fayeth! You're hurt...are you sure you-"
Yes. It is of no matter now. I merely scraped my hide on the stone. And I can fly fine, provided I do not have to lift so much weight again. The big gold rose onto her hindlegs, folding her wings awkwardly to bare her shoulders and neck at the level of the rooftop, trying to get as close as she could.

Miyuki instructed the woman to climb onto the dragon's neck first, and though she seemed afraid, a quiet rumble from the dragon and the children's crying made her apparently realize the gravity of the situation. She seemed to decide it was better to trust a possible rescue than to await certain danger in the town. When she was secured, Miyuki managed to get the older child, the girl, secured in front of her mother, then she had to manhandle the husband (still limp, but alive) onto Fayeth's neck. She settled for laying him across his stomach and tying him to the gold's neck, then she grabbed the little boy and mounted behind the passengers.

Without a command, Fayeth dropped to the street level again and sloshed up the street to a place better suited for her to take off. As she snapped her wings open, the woman moaned in terror, but the little boy squealed delightedly- children. He was so easily distracted by the adventure he forgot to be scared.

Fayeth jumped into the skies, and she was silent but for her labored breathing and the heavy wet snap of her wingbeats. As they rose above the town, Miyuki snet her the coordiantes for the Weyr once more, and they vanished between.

As they touched down in the Weyr, Miyuki seemed suddenly to remember she probably should have warned her passengers of the chill cold of their teleport. Oh well. She handed the refugees off to...her brother (the man regained conciousness as they landed), and with another check on Fayeth's health, they returned to the town.

Azulith and A'shan

The blue exploded out from between and immediatley surged upwards, dodging any incoming dragons behind him. Still, it was mostly unecessary and just a leftover instinctive move from his days flying with a full wing; there'd been too many times it was necessary to shift your position in the skies to deal with incoming wings given the same coordinates.

A'shan saw Fayeth move off in her own direction, and he urged Azulith to do the same. Rumbling an affirmation, the dragon followed the path of the main street, checking buildings and rooftops for people. Not far down the way, the pair spotted movement nearly at the same time. Without even needing a command, Azulith dropped from the skies, landing on a partially submerged truck to escape the faster currents of the floodwaters. A'shan winced as he slid into the cold water by the blue's leg, and Azulith moved in behind to provide some support while he waded up the sidewalk to a mostly-underwater vehicle.

There was frantic pounding coming from the car, and A'shan could see two young teens stuck inside. The right side of the car was smashed (luckily the passenger appeared mostly unharmed) and the left side was pinned up against a lightpole; none of the doors were able to be opened. A'shan made a gesture to try to calm them, indicating he was going to move around. The rear window appeared intact, but some sort of safter restraint had malfunctioned and neither of the teens could acess the back windsheild. Their seatbelts were effectively trapping them.

Azulith made an inquisitive noise, but A'shan waved him off.
"Just a moment." He sighed, and studied the car. After a moment, he backed away and fished around for something. A soft cry behind him made him turn, and Azulith presented him with a long heavy metal pipe.
"Thank you." A'shan murmured, just before he smashed in the back window.

With the exit clear enough to function, A'shan leaned inside. The victims were two young men. One was scrambling to escape, and he'd wriggled free of the saftey belt already. A'shan helped him through the back window, but the seocnd passenger seemed unable to escape. A closer look revealed that the passenger side, when it had collapsed, had severely injured the boy's side and arm. He couldn't move well enough to get free of the restraint.

A'shan backed away from the car, and called out for Azulith to keep an eye on the first man. A quick explanation to stay near the big blue dragon seemed to work well enough as Azulith allowed the man to climb to the higher ground his back offered, and apparently, the driver of the car was too stunned to really be scared. (Or he was desperate to escape.)

A'shan returned to the car, and crawled forward to the passenger-side front end, pulling his rider's dagger from it's sheath. The teenage boy in the passenger seat whimpered a little, but when A'shan just pushed him back into the seat and began to saw through the seatbelt, he calmed down a little. It took a while, but the belt was severed, and A'shan managed to help the boy from the car. He felt bad there was no way to easily keep the short trip to Azulith from being incredibly painful on the boy's mangled arm and shoulder, but they managed to reach the blue with little problem but the persistent tug of the floodwater.

The boy's companion was very cooperative, and he obeyed A'shan's orders to help him get the second passenger onto Azulith's back; after he was certain they were secure, he deftly climbed up Azulith's foreleg and swung onto the blue's back.

Azulith leapt free of the waters, back onto the truck, and from there into the air above the town. They had to circle back to alert L'gar they were returning with a short bugle, but they returned to the Weyr with little difficulty.

[FaizahPandora]

((Making a random character here to spice things up. ^^))

She was terrified. The flood water had come so quickly that she had nearly been swept into the streets through her door. But thankfully she had been able to grab the staircase railing and get up onto her roof. There she clung desperately to the seemingly useless chimney as she watched the waters rise. Right now they were little more than a foot away from her. And she didn't know how to swim...

She managed to look up and see what she was certain was a hallucination. It looked like dragons! Certainly there were choppers or planes coming to rescue people who had been caught by surprise. They couldn't be dragons. Could they? No! Certainly not!

Sarah let go with one arm so she could wave it to get the attention of the pilot. She knew that they wouldn't hear her scream.

[PhazonDragon]

Mere seconds after going between at Rocky, Ku'rt, Aricoth, and Luna winked out of the cold and empty space into a torrential downpour. Compared to the skies above Rocky, it was hard to tell the difference. Ku'rt felt chilled to the bone in both cases, and was already eagerly awaiting the return to Rocky, where he could curl up under a thick, warm fur, and take a nap by the fireplace in the common room. Ku'rt had to snap himself out of his daze though--Aricoth couldn't see, and with Luna already trying to bury her way into Ku'rt's fur-lined riding jacket, he had to be the eyes for the blue.

While Zedoreth gave his instructions to the dragons of his wing, Aricoth grunted and started to relay them back to Ku'rt. Zedoreth says to stay in sight of the others, beware of falling trees, pick up floating bodies, not to strain ourselves, and to stay safe, Aricoth summarized for the weyrling. He flapped his wings once, and angled upward, to gain altitude. There was no fear on going higher--the real danger was below, where the torrents of water would lap at anyone who flew too close. And water wasn't the easiest thing to get out in a storm. Ku'rt, do you see anyone? Should I fly lower?

Hold on, Aricoth. I'm looking, but it's hard to see with all this rain... Ku'rt responded, squinting his eyes against the howling wind and biting rain. His long black hair was now plastered to his head in a royal mess, complete with bangs that tried to hide his eyes. "Ugh," he muttered as the weyrling reached up with one hand to pull the sopping-wet bangs out of his face. As Ku'rt did so, a flailing arm caught his eye. Aricoth, I think I've found someone! Fly lower! I'll tell you when to stop... Ku'rt uncomfortably shifted his neck as Luna found refuge in the furs.

Yes, Ku'rt, Aricoth obliged, dipping his wings to fly lower. While he was worried for his own safety, the blue trusted His to keep him safe. A pat on Aricoth's neck meant for him to level out. The blue straightened his flight, now a few feet above the raging waters. Now what, Ku'rt? Aricoth asked, struggling to stay aloft at the low altitude, paired up with the blustery wind.

Keeping Aricoth waiting, Ku'rt scanned the immediate area for the arm that he had saw. The weyrling spotted the owner--a young girl on a roof, hanging onto a strange protruding structure. Aricoth, tell her we're coming, and to hold on. Introduce us as well. Tell her it'll be fine! Ku'rt sent an image of what he saw to the blue, and putting on a determined face, rubbed the dragon's back. The weyrling wasn't about to let anyone die on his watch.

I am Aricoth, and this is my Ku'rt. We are coming to save you. Mine says to hold on, and it will be fine. Using the image from Ku'rt, Aricoth estimated the distance to the girl, stopping only when a mental prod from His told him to. Aricoth reached out, and grabbed a hold of something in his claws. Ku'rt mentioned it was the roof, and Aricoth felt safe enough to settle down on his hind legs, and stretched out a foreleg. Climb on.

On the blue's back, Ku'rt raised himself in the saddle, half-standing up, trying to get a better look at the person they were rescuing. "Come on!" Ku'rt attempting to yell over the storm, though it was in vain. Instead, the weyrling resorted to beckoning with his arm, waving for her to come forward so that she could get aboard Aricoth.

[FaizahPandora]

Sarah watched as the blue mass landed on the roof. She had been right. It was a dragon! She was astondid and didn't at first know what to do. Then she heard a voice in her mind. Was the dragon talking to her?

The dragon was talking to her!

Sarah heeded the advice and tried to get to her feet. But as she put weight on her right leg, it gave way with a sharp pain from her ankle up to her hip. She caught herself, keeping her deathgrip on the chimney, and tried again. The same thing happened, with the same shooting pain.

Finally it sunk into her fear stricken mind. Her ankle must be broke, or atleast sprained. And she wasn't going to be able to walk on it. she screamed over to the rider of the dragon, both aloud and mentally. "I can't stand! I think my ankle is broken!" She hoped that if the rider didn't hear, then perhaps the blue would hear her screaming thoughts.

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Theody clung to the log that was floating rapidly through the town. She had been biking home as fast as she could when the flood waters came. They had knocked her off her bike, and she vaguely remembered being smashed into a building before she found the log. As far as she could tell, she was uninjured. But the water was cold and numbing, and she was terrified not only because of that. Everything was terifying to her in that moment.

She clung with her life to that log, hoping that something would come along for her to climb onto. If not that then a quick and painless death.

[PhazonDragon]

Something was wrong. Ku'rt noticed it as the girl couldn't make her way to him. "What?" he muttered, lowering himself into the saddle again. Aricoth, what's going on? Why isn't she coming? Where is she?? the weyrling asked, raising a hand to try and shield his eyes from the blurring rain and wind. She's not... she's not coming. She can't move? Is she saying something? Ku'rt squinted, peering at the other person.

Ku'rt! I can't see anything! the blue retorted, with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. His tail thrashed, and he let out a low growl. The blue pawed at the roof, then suddenly paused. She can't stand. Her ankle might be broken. Ku'rt! Aricoth hissed, shifting his weight about on the rooftop. Though the blue was young and light, he hardly trusted it to hold his weight for much longer. You'll have to go out and get her... he resigned, shrinking back away from the challenge.

With a growl of determination, Ku'rt patted the blue's neck. No, we're going together. Go forward, Aricoth, the weyrling commanded, leaning forward, indicating that the blue should move forward. Ku'rt was of similar mind to that of Aricoth. Would the roof hold? Probably not for much longer. And they couldn't linger. There were more people to help. They had to work fast. Time was against them. Aricoth! Ku'rt pleaded, wiggling in his seat. Go! Tell her we're coming, and she'll have to be quick about it. Now come on!

A whine came from Aricoth's throat as the blue gingerly took steps forward. He was blind, save for Ku'rt's constant images projected towards him. He saw the outline of the girl, and he knew where she was in relation to him. We are coming. Hold on. The dragon pressed forward slowly, making each step as tentatively as possible. Once Ku'rt had given him the okay to stop, Aricoth stiffened up, his knees locking, and his wings still half-open. Climb up. Mine will help you.

From the blue's back, Ku'rt reached around, extending both arms to the girl, and beckoning for her to come, so that Ku'rt could pull her aboard the dragon.

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Fayeth and Miyuki

The gold was flying slower now, just a few meters above the floodwaters, scanning the area carefully for any signs of life. They'd delivered another corpse to the Weyr for identification, and Miyuki was praying to everything she held holy that the next time they went back it would be with a living being.

Fayeth snarled then, loud enough to alert Hers of something she saw. A few stray floating peices of wood, a submerged car (thankfully emprty) and...there. A figure clinging to the log with all her might; a girl, it seeemed.

Miyuki bit her lip, and urged the gold lower, but there was little easy way to get lower without possibly knocking the girl off, she guessed.
Fayeth, tell her we can help her. I She can't hear me, and I don't want you to scare her if we land.

Fayeht let out a sigh, but complied.
Human girl! Do not release your grip. Mine says we can help you, but you must cooperate. I am Fayeth; please, hold on until I may reach you.

Miyuki sighed as well. Hopefully she'd be shellshocked enough to let the giant dragon thing pass by. A victim trying to escape their help would be a hassle they didn't need; the job was difficult enough as it was.