Death before gold flight...

[SPY]

Laingth had helped him plan his next killing. M'rim knew that he had to make it something that would really shake up the weyr. He wanted everyone to know that they were all able to be killed.

Laingth had warned him that Haith, Zenniel's dragon, was going to fly soon.

The rider of the gold would be vulnerable at that moment when the gold rose, and that was when he planned to strike. He was enjoying pretending to be scarred of the "killer" that might stike anyone. Laingth made sure all the other dragons believed that she was perfectly innocent. She wasn't the normal green though, she was too much into blood letting.

M'rim placed himself to watch the rider yet again. Whenevver he could he was near the junior weyrwoman so that he could kill her. They would all die eventuall, but she was next.

Laingth warned him, She rises.

M'rim could suddenly feel the lust that flowed through him, but he supressed it. He saw the gold rider overcome by her dragons emotions.

He moved out and found himself with a perfect shot at her eye, and he threw a dagger. It landed perfectly barried into her eye. He quickly ran forward, grabbed the dagger, and cut her throught for good measure.

Then, he met up with Laingth, and together they found a spring to clean the knife in. M'rim had been careful not to get any blood on himself.

Meanwhile, Haith had been preparing to blood a herdbeast. Haith grabbed the herbeast and flung it. She ripped into the beast in a mix between her lust, her desire to fly, and her grief. The mix sent her between without a destination, and she never returned.

This sudden death of a queen would send the whole weyr into a panic.

[shadowreine]

Kilith was not chasing Kaith. He was one of those rare bronzes, now, who was loyal to one queen. Only the death of that dragon would cause him to pursue another.

Yet, she was still a queen of HIS Weyr, and the bronze screamed, launching himself from the fireheights, descending towards the place from which Haith had vanished.

Where was her rider? Of course, for that matter, to most eyes of the Weyr, where was *his*?

The keening began to echo across the Weyr, and the screams of those males who had been chasing, their lust likely to send them almost insane.

Brown Bonjouth took it out on the herdbeast he had been about to blood, tearing the creature into bloody smithereens so small it would have to be fed to the firelizards, even as his rider, J'tor, finally found his way to Zenniel's Weyr.

It was...empty.

He moved to the ledge, and saw her there, the bottom of the stairs, lying in a pool of blood. The young brownrider descended them two at a time.

There's a saying. They call it 'screaming blue murder'. Blue, of course, has nothing to do with dragons but is, rather, a corruption of bloody.

That was the bronze's scream, and that was J'tor's as he realized, halfway down the stairs, what must have happened.

"Murder! Murder!"