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Post by kia on Apr 9, 2011 11:31:44 GMT -5
Ridan hurried to the Sands as fast as he could. Risk had left him earlier that evening for what he thought was her going outside to see the moons. But as soon as she had left his room, she went into a sprint as she headed somewhere. Ridan had mentally called out to her to come back, what was wrong, what was going on? The Gold would not reply. There was something in her mind that she was obsessing with enough that her Handler could not get through to her. And finally, when he was able to mentally get to her, he had vision of Ausk. Ausk was there. And there was some growls. Oh shards! Risk had run off to the Hatching Sands! She was going to be laying her eggs now! He had to hurry before something happened!
He ran as hard and fast! He had to make sure Risk was kept under control. He was nervous about being around the angry Red, but he was much more concerned about Risk. Risk was tempermental. She did not like having to share something that she thought was hers unless she absolutely had to. Ridan turned the corner and entered in through the Sands` entrance. As soon as his feet touched the warm sand, he could see two pairs of whirling eyes. But he was able to pick out Risk. She was in her own little hole, the one she had digged out from the first Hatching those Turns ago, her body and tail wrapped out in a half circle. All around and dotted close to her were many different sort of colors, some pale and some dark.
But there they were. Eggs! She had laid a Clutch! And it was a decent size Clutch. Combined with Ausk`s Clutch, they had a big Clutch that would Hatch and Impress to their Candidates. Word had gotten out before and after the Runs that there were going to be Wher babies to Impress. Well, Khem would be happy to know that there was a Clutch out here waiting for him. The young man had waited a long time for this chance. Perhaps this time he would walk off the Sands with a little one. Not to mention the other Candidates that were here. Ridan moved closer to Risk. The Gold was protective of her Clutch, but she knew Ridan. He was allowed to be here at least. But he would not stay for long as he looked over his shoulder again at Ausk.
A regular size egg with a woody brown color. The first egg of the Clutch stood among the front but on the far left end. Like wood, it had a couple of darker wood spots here and there as if it had been bumped into and bruised.
The second egg was rather limpy, not having a distinct oval shape but round enough for others to know it was an egg. Dark rusted orange in color, its color contrasted with Risk`s golden hide whenever she was near it.
The third egg stood to the left behind the second egg. Regular sized among the eggs, it was a simple and plain color egg. It was deep red in color with nothing more special about it. The deep red was as red as the moons during the harvest seasons.
The fourth egg was almost a perfect looking egg. Medium sized, it was slightly in the shadow of the fifth egg. Its color was omnimous, completely black going around until the bottom where it started to turn a very deep shade of purple.
A very dark gray egg with a dull sheen shade to it, the fifth egg was among the smaller eggs. Placed between te second and the eighth egg, it seemed dwarfed and out of place among the eggs. As if it was movking the two big eggs it sat between.
The sixth egg was one of the eggs that sat toward the front. It was slightly smaller than the medium sized second egg, but larger than the regular size eggs near it. This was deep goldenrod in clor with streaks of dark blue seeming to slash at it. It, like the fourth egg, was nearly perfectly round.
The seventh egg of the Clutch was another eggs that stood in the front of the Clutch. IT was sitting in the middle in front of the eighth egg. While normal size, it was still dwarfed by the eighth egg. It was a very pale yellow in color, contrasting against many of the eggs` colors.
The eighth egg was the biggest egg in the entire clutch. Toward the top but at a right angle, the egg seemed to dip in slightly as if it had been squished by something. It had a deep green color with brown speckles dotting the egg here and there.
The ninth egg was furthest toward the back and almost completely shadowed by the eighth egg despite its normal size, this egg was lucky it was a lighter color than most. It was ocean bay blue clor that seemed to call attention to itself despite its location.
The tenth egg was close to the fourth egg, but the ninth egg was still the furthest back. IT was off white in color, with small light brown spots sprinkled on the shell. It was one of the smaller eggs of the Clutch and hard to see because of the eighth egg.
Muddy brown in color, the eleventh egg stood to the right of the eighth egg away from its shadow. Crawling up from the bottom but never reaching the top of this small egg, streaks of medium green tried to crawl up the shell like grass trying to grow around it.
The twelfth egg was a deep, luminous green like fresh grass on a spring day. Like the eighth egg, it was pushed in on the left but was more flat than a dip. It was slightly smaller, but still larger than the thirteenth egg.
One of the smaller eggs of the clutch, this littl egg was very sandy in color, almost blending in the sand and sinking in. The only thing that brought attention to it was the dotted brown spots that made a ring on the top part of the egg.
The fourteenth egg was placed on the right outer side of the Clutch. It was not small, but it was normal size. It left to question why this egg was so far from the middle of the Clutch. It was orange in color, like the sunsets in the sky. A little lumpy, but was still round for an egg.
The fifteenth egg seemed to be alone with only the sixteenth egg to keep it company. Smaller than its companion, this egg was steel blue in color. The top of the egg was flattened, as if it had falled and been turned over to be fixed.
This regular sized egg was pushed toward the back, but not as far as the ninth egg. This last egg seem to have been puched inward around the shell as if it had been crowded around. It was a mix of dark, swirling blue greens all around the shell.
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Post by Reky on Apr 12, 2011 23:49:59 GMT -5
Ausk knew Risk was coming before she even entered the Sands. She was constantly on the watch, her consciousness stretching out to sense for any possible intruders. Even Audren was on the list of offensive individuals, and as such, she gave the red her space. Ausk had always been like this with the few clutches she had had, none of whichh bore live hatchlings, and in a way, Audren welcomed it as a blessing. The distance between her and her bonded gave her freedom and peace. She could do whatever she wanted without a murderous, ill-trusting wher at her heels. She didn't have Ausk's constant yelling in her head, either; the red stayed frighteningly silent. That is, silent up until Risk's appearance.
As soon as Risk's first foot stepped through the entrance to the cavern, a bloodcurdling roar loosed itself from Ausk's throat. It explained everything that she felt towards Risk: violence, hostility, and warning. That was Audren's signal. She had been prepared for Risk's clutching - she had even calculated out a window on her calendar in which to be extra cautious. Ausk was constantly upset, but now, with the gold in range, her rage poured over the bulkheads of their mental connection. Audren braced herself.
Ausk's flat eyes flashed in the darkness as she dared Risk to take one more step. Another shriek was welling up in the bottom of her chest, but Audren pounced on it like a predator. She attacked Ausk with all of the strength her mind could muster, holding her back and forcing her to swallow the scream. Audren knew how to handle Ausk. She could bully the red into complete, defeated submission if she wanted, until Ausk no longer had confidence left. She was the only one who could do it, but she didn't. Ausk's fire and anger was what made her good at her job. She caught anything that was out of place. For the safety of the Weyr, she kept the red wild, but for the safety of Risk, she kept her behind bars.
Ausk was furious. She rebelled against Audren's force-fed orders and restraints. There was a sickening sensation of involuntary calm spreading throughout her body, and she screamed mentally at her handler. She wanted to kill Risk! She wanted to feel the gold's blood slide warm down her throat and coat her stomach. She could and would kill Risk, without hesitation, were it not for Audren holding her back. Finally, when Risk had finished clutching, Ausk gave in and calmed down without Audren's help. She was still furious, but quietly so.
She backed up against her dark corner, her eggs behind her. She was a wall of flesh between her children and the enemy. Risk would not be allowed to see, touch, or acknowledge the four precious eggs. Ausk, however, was bound by Audren's strict rules. She was not allowed to harm Risk or the gold's eggs, but that didn't mean she couldn't make them uncomfortable. Ausk wrinkled her muzzle at the site of Risk's misshapen eggs, fangs bared. Then, she settled for glaring at the gold from across the Sands. There would be no compassion between the two.
Audren, exhausted and annoyed, sank back down into the chair she had been sitting in. A bound stack of poems lay in her lap. She didn't want to read them anymore. She was too upset. Ausk was infuriating. Irritating. She knew how to deal with the wher, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. She sure hoped Ridan appreciated it, because it wasn't the first time she had saved his wher from being maimed. Ausk always wanted to kill Risk. And sure hoped that Risk knew that it wasn't her conceited royal presence that was keeping Ausk at bay. There, Audren stopped herself. Her ill-thinking was all Ausk's fault. She knew that. Normally, she didn't bother herself with what she disliked about others, but Ausk was a bad influence.
Audren sighed. Hopefully Ausk would behave long enough for the hatching to end. She really didn't want to have to deal with that amount of anger anymore. She was just too tired of it. [/blockquote]
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