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Post by Wesku on Jul 12, 2010 19:11:07 GMT -5
Jadavath lay on her side in her weyr. Her belly was swollen, and she knew it was time to lay her eggs. Getting up would be difficult with her disability, but she was confident she could manage it. Using the wall as a prop, Jadavath heaved herself upright.
Gregory, I am heading to the Sands. I will lay my clutch soon
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Inside his weyr Gregory leapt from his curled position in one of his high-backed leather chairs. The rider scrambled towards his dragon only to see her drag herself off the ledge and wing slowly and painfully towards the hatching grounds. Cursing under his breath, Gregory tore from his weyr.
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Jadavath lowered herself onto the sands with the same slow precision she had used to fly to the location. The Green could not afford to make a mistake, not with her children in her womb. Growling as her enlarged belly threw off her balance again, Jadavath snarled in pure frustration. She had not left her weyr since the first sign of becoming egg-heavy. She didn't want to endanger her children, but now she was at a loss on how to land.
Gregory, I cannot land. The weight throws me off. I cannot fall on my children.
If dragons could have cried, Jadavath would be leaking tears of frustration. As it was, she was letting out a low keening noise in her distressed state. She needed to clutch now!
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Gregory nearly stumbled as he ran at Jadavath's wave of fear and horror that accompanied her frantic statement.
Hold on baby. Call to Zedoreth. He will help you. They are his children too.
Running even faster, Gregory absently wished he had a helicopter or bike or something, anything that would get him to his Green faster than his legs could ever carry him.
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Jadavath felt her rider coming towards her as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough. The Green decided to take her beloved's advice.
Zedoreth, please, I need you.
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 18, 2010 23:47:30 GMT -5
[ooc: Taking control of L'gar for the thread, with Topaz's permission.]
Zedoreth, please, I need you.
The urgency in the green's voice made Zedoreth open his eyes. They swirled with an alarmed yellow-orange on the outskirts of green. Jadavath needed him. He couldn't wait about. I am coming, Jadavath. The brown hoisted himself upright, off his bed, and gave L'gar a prod. I am going to assist Jadavath. She is clutching--she needs my help. Leaving the weyr to stand on the ledge, Zedoreth raised his wings, and lifted his aging body into the sky. He heading for the sands, where his green was undoubtedly waiting.
Of course, Zed, L'gar said, looking up from his work to try and get a glimpse of the brown before he left. I guess I'll be there as well. Take care of her, Zedoreth. We don't want anything to happen. L'gar shifted the papers, pulling them into a neat stack, and standing up. He was in no hurry--he couldn't do anything for Jadavath, so it was up to Zedoreth at this time. Despite that information, L'gar made his way to the sands.
Winging into the area above the sands, Zedoreth looked down to see Jadavath struggling to land, with her distended belly throwing her off-balance. Jadavath! he called, Your Zedoreth is here. Let me help you. Zedoreth dove down, under the green. Can you land on my back? Would that be easiest?
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Post by Wesku on Jul 19, 2010 0:13:32 GMT -5
Jadavath was distressed, but calmed down mildly when the large Brown arrived and offered his assistance. The egg-heavy Green let out a small noise of relief before she was collected enough to answer.
Yes, that would work. I felt so helpless.
Gently, Jadavath lowered herself onto Zedoreth's broad back. The Green was very glad she had chosen the Brown in that instance. A small Blue would have never been able to manage this. Jadavath's body was shaking, and she could feel the need to clutch suppressed only by her frail will. Once she was on the Sands, Jadavath let out a pained whimper as contractions racked her swollen mid-section.
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Gregory burst onto the Sands uncaring that his unclad feet were unprotected from the heat or that he was clad only in army sweat pants and an old holey wife-beater. Jadavath was recieving aid from L'gar's Brown and Gregory yelled his thanks to the large dragon.
Reaching his Green's side, Gregory stroked her face. Jadavath looked like she was in a lot of pain, and Gregory didn't appriciate the fact that she was keeping it from him. He wanted her to know that he was there. That he was willing to share her pain.
Jadavath, let me help you. Don't do this alone, 'kay.
Without warning, Gregory was assaulted by a crippling wave of pain from the Green. Clinging to his beloved Green, Gregory nuzzled his face in her scales before stumbling backwards and heading towards her belly to count contractions.
Gregory hadn't even made it to her middle when Jadavath half growled/ half screamed as a small nondescript almost khaki egg slid wetly onto the Sands.
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Jadavath was deeply happy when Gregory offered to share the pain. The connection with his rock-steady mind was comforting. The presence of Zedoreth helped as well.
Sliding, too fearful to fully pull herself up, Jadavath did her best to curl enough so that she could bury her egg. At the moment, Jadavath didn't care that she looked pitiful or that Gregory was helping to the best of his abilities. Another egg was coming and she had to make sure each was protected.
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 19, 2010 1:03:33 GMT -5
With a rumble of satisfaction at his suggestion, Zedoreth lowered himself under the green, and hovered as best as he could in area, so that Jadavath could land on his back. Once he had felt the green's weight on his back, the brown gently fell to the sands, digging his claws into the warm grains. Jadavath, here. Zedoreth crouched low to the ground, feeling the heat of the sands warming his underside. He was low enough that the green could climb off without too much trouble.
Once Jadavath was off his back, Zedoreth sat back up, sitting on his haunches on the sand. He had scoot back a few paces, giving the egg-heavy female some room, but the brown was still close enough to help if needed. He head turned towards the entrance, as he spotted L'gar entering. Here, L'gar, he beckoned, indicating that his rider should come around the outside to where he was waiting, staying clear of Jadavath.
"Gregory, Jadavath," L'gar said briefly, giving the rider a nod, before going to Zed's side. "How is she doing? No trouble landing, I see?" L'gar asked, noticing the small egg that Jadavath was trying to bury.
No problem. She is doing well, Zedoreth noticed, his chest swelling with pride at the fact that those eggs were his children as well.
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Post by Wesku on Jul 22, 2010 15:55:34 GMT -5
Gregory looked up as L'gar entered the Sands and allowed a brief smile. It was good to know the older and more experienced man would be close by to tell him if there was anything wrong. Gregory rubbed his abdomen lightly in sympathy. The Georgian could still feel Jadavath's pain, but it wasn't nearly as staggering as it had been when he first experienced it. That didn't mean Jadavath's pain had lessened. The Green had mostly closed off some of the full waves of pain in an unconscious attempt to shield her rider.
Backing up some, Gregory headed towards L'gar a ways.
"Hey, glad ya could come. Jadavath was freakin' out, an' I was worried for 'er."
Gregory knew he was babbling, but worry and stress made his carefully cultured accent slip into his more natural Southern one as his mind scattered.
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Jadavath preened briefly at her one egg before scrunching her body up reflexively as another wave of labor pain washed over her. She knew another egg was coming and tried her best to relax and push. It was hard and painful, and she let out a small growl turned keen as the first egg's companion slid it's wet way out of her pulsing body.
Repeating the process of burying the egg, Jadavath used her back legs until she could curl up enough to use her snout. Once the second one was buried, Jadavath barely had any time before the third egg decided to make itself known. Thankfully, the Green's body was still slightly relaxed from the previous passing, and it slid out with more ease than its predecessors.
After the first three eggs were buried and warming, Jadavath knew she would have a few moments before the next egg came. Lifting her head slightly, the Green spoke to both Hers and Zedorath.
They are beautiful, are they not? My children, our children. I am happy they are safe on the Sands.
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