Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 5, 2012 16:14:03 GMT -5
It was actually more unsettling than Mya had imagined it could be, to hear and feel but not to see. Of course, she was used to not seeing, but she was also used to being in relatively comfortable surroundings. She shivered when Impask's tail slid along her shins, and cocked her head toward the shrieks and cries of an obvious fight.
And then the fight came to her. She was among the unlucky candidates to be knocked into by the wrestling infants, and unprepared, she lost her balance. The sands burned her knees, and she quickly got back to her feet. Maybe it would've been better for her first hatching to be small, after all. So it would be over more quickly and she could get used to what this was like.
"What's going on?" she whispered to Andru.
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Poor Tesla, getting nipped at by that green, but Edison wasn't too worried. It looked like a flesh wound, and he just knew she was going to Impress. He waved down to Ein, knowing she wouldn't see him but grateful for her intervention; at least Tesla still had somebody to protect her. And any minute now, she would have a wher to do that duty. Aaaany minute.
He didn't really know Dota or Impa, but he cheered loudly for Abetzi as she made her way off the sands - they'd never been close, but they'd been candidates together a long time, after all. Though Kalenna was mainly focused on Kalesk's actions, she spared a smile that no doubt would not be seen for the girl. She was happy for all three, of course, but Abetzi was the only remaining woman who had also stood for Kalesk's egg. It was nice that they were all Impressed now, and she looked forward to seeing the girl blossom into a handler.
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Meanwhile, Jazz finally headed into the stands after making sure all the candidates had been roused or rounded up and sent off to the hatching. She settled in beside Owethu and said, "Excellent seat you got here!" Not that many seats were taken - wher hatchings rarely drew much of a crowd, though as usual she spotted Lady Holder Samara up there.
The Candidatemaster waved down to Yuri, noting that Yusk's eggs hadn't yet begun to hatch, and she watched the proceedings with interest. "At least nobody's dead yet," she said conversationally. "Oh, good, Abetzi Impressed." She was thrilled for all three of her Candidates, of course, but she was well aware that Abetzi had recently lost her sister; a wher was no consolation prize, but it might help. She wouldn't have Impressed if it would hurt.
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Post by Boo on Sept 5, 2012 16:20:12 GMT -5
THEY HAVE YALESK SANDS! It was this call that made Yalenia look around suddenly at her green wher. They had been doing a couple of chores in the lower caverns, tidying a few shelves and generally just performing mundane maintenance. Despite the fact that Kalesk and Yusk had been on the sand for almost a season now seemed to have escaped Yalesk’s mind. Yalenia narrowed her eyes at the shout and stood from her crouching position. “Yalesk. The sands are not yours. They belong to everyone. NO! No want share! YALESK’S! ALWAYS YALESK’S!
Yal looked at the wheret, the stubborn, red eyes glaring back at her. “You can’t have nice things. We will stay here and keep working if you want to be unreasonable.” Despite her anger, Yalenia could tell Yalesk wanted to go to the hatching. The green was getting sick of sitting here, watching her at work. Eventually, the wheret relented and together they made their way to the sands.
It was the only time when people could get away with not quite completing their chores. Although Yalenia had managed to complete hers she knew there were plenty of candidates who did not finish theirs. The smith turned wherhandler had also worked to clean the caverns where all the new wherlings would be joining them. As soon as they had hopefully 20 more people bunking with them, it would be a lot harder to keep clean. She had been planning on perhaps decorating the wherling barracks a little but time had seemed to get away from her. For now she sat and supported her friend Kalenna in this moment. Yalesk sat nearby, glaring at any who dared come near her, trying desperately not to be touched by anyone.
Kire turned at the approach of Darryl and smiled, hands resting behind her to keep herself propped up. Otherwise she was just as likely to lie down and fall asleep. At the question, Kire had to think. She hadn’t really been paying enough attention to what had been happening. “Well, there have been four hatchings. Oh and a cyan hatched!” That was something fairly exciting Kire thought. Hopefully it would say much for the further development of whers… DaskPrettyOne! Kisk am say hello! Be watch! Be exciting. Special!
Tedaon hadn’t been awake to hear the call but one of the apprentice healers woke him up as he had requested in the event of a wher hatching to be present. The healer walked out of the infirmary and down to the hatching sands. He was still half asleep but knew also that one of the wherhandler healers would be present. Eventually he took up a stance beside Lonet and greeted the healer. Tedaon then looked out onto the sands, taking in each one. He’d done a poor job of collecting candidates but he did spot one. Sweet, young Tesla standing there. Pride swelled as he watched her bandage herself up. He’d taught her that… Well to an extent. He knew she had been waiting a long while to Impress and hoped that tonight, with all these eggs, she would be given the chance.
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Post by tiger on Sept 5, 2012 18:32:43 GMT -5
LATE!
The single word reverberated around in Pailu's head so very fast, so very many times. She was moving as fast as she could from the kitchens to her cot, trying to fix her hair on the way.
I swear, I'm going to get mauled for being late. I just know it! Jeebies! Show me what's going on!
The pink firelizard gave a harried chirp before popping into the area where the Wher eggs were hatching left and right. She stayed well out of the way so as not to rouse the ire of the clutch mothers. She was a stealthy little firelizard! As long as she could get a good look.. no, someone's head was in the way there. Not there either. Wait! There! Jeebies got a clear shot and worked to convey the images to her Pet.
Pailu, half-running half-scurrying to the hatching area, was pulling on a clean white tunic -over- the one she had been wearing in the kitchens. She smelled like bubbly pies. That'd probably get her sniffed at a fair bit, but really, she couldn't help it! She jumped a few times, shedding the black skirt she wore over her leggings. At least in a tunic and leggings she looked a bit more polished. And her leggins lacked the heavy flour-handprints her skirt did, so that was a bonus as well!
She carefully excused her way through a few bodies and managed to walk onto the sands. The instant her feet touched them, she had to jump up and down on ONE foot. Someone had lost a shoe!
I'm so toast..
"I am so, so sorry I'm late!" She said to no one in particular. Or everyone! It was hard to differentiate.
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Post by Frangipani on Sept 5, 2012 19:02:25 GMT -5
Lachan had been busy that night. Very busy. And as a result, he was late. Not a condition he wanted to be in very often. He shuffled into the stands at the hatching, attempting to avoid anyone’s eye lest they judge him. He hated being late to anything, and Lachask even more so. The bronze wher had been maintaining a constant stream of grumbling into Lachan’s head ever since Kalesk’s call. It was something Lachan could understand he supposed, Lachask wanted to see the product of ‘his’ work, even though they both knew he didn’t really have much to do with the whole effort beyond catching the gold. Nevertheless, it was something of a curiosity that had to be satiated. Lachask surveyed the scene far away from them. Come, Lachask wanted did. Did see not Lachask. Can have, but not He shot a glare at his handler before settling in to watching the proceedings. Seemed to be an interesting hatching so far, so that was good at least. And there was a cyan! Lachan smiled slightly. Dalibor was known for her colour mutations…
O’wen, meanwhile, was late too – although not nearly as concerned about it. If he were able he probably would have flown into the cavern with great theatricality. The issue with this tactic, however, was that it relied on Pirith’s ability to navigate her way into a dark cavern – not something he wanted to test too much yet. So, after being flown down to the ground, he proceeded on foot. Pirith flew back up to their weyr by herself, eager to be left alone. She would show O’wen that she could be responsible without him! She would! She reached the weyr entrance and surveyed pillie and firelizard. O’wen left me in charge. We have to show him we can be trusted! Because we can! she exclaimed to both of them. Whether they understood it or not was another question entirely. Nevertheless, Pirith was excited at the opportunity and she would certainly try her very best to not let the others mess the entire place up.
O’wen, meanwhile, had one more stop to make before he went to the hatching sands. Admittedly he had not seen his sister much since she arrived, but he had seen her a few times. And now she was going to come with him for some brother-sister happy bonding time fun by watching the blood sports below. Maybe not the best plan, but nevertheless. He reached her room and burst open the door. “You are coming with me now! We have a show to get to! AWAY!” He grabbed her hand and began to drag her toward the sands before she even had a chance to say no. This was her first hatching in Dalibor. She needed to see that at least. Experience experience experience.
OOC: Boo, you can decide where they sit/have O’wen dragging her to a seat if you want.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 5, 2012 19:15:50 GMT -5
Vrell picked out the green hatchling easy enough (she was kind of hard to miss) but where had that black gotten off to? She almost gave up looking for him, shifting back to watching the green, when she spotted him—he’d been right behind his sister the whole time. Vrell grinned, resisting the urge to slap her forehead. Stupid eyesight. At least she’d found him—and it was fun to watch the both of them, with the green nudging all the eggs, and the black following along, looking sneaky.
Vrell hadn’t noticed the cracking of the brown egg, and certainly hadn’t expected the egg to burst when the green pounced on it. But her momentary joy at the appearance of another green flickered out almost instantly. The darker green looked anything but playful as she tackled her sister, and the brighter green’s screams had Vrell balling her hands into fists, horror on her face. They wouldn’t seriously hurt each other, would they? They were only hatchlings! Surely someone would stop them, they couldn’t be allowed to get too hurt when they were so little. All whers were valuable! There had only been one wher at Vrell’s hold, and as she hadn’t seen too much of the whers at the weyr in her short time there before the hatching, this was, for the most part, her first time seeing whers interact with each other. It had been cute with the others, but this wasn’t cute at all. This was just awful.
Fortunately, the bigger green got away and rushed off toward the candidates. Vrell hoped they’d both hurry up and choose their handlers already, so people could finally put a stop to all the fighting. Vrell couldn’t really tell if either of them had chosen anyone yet or not—the darker one bit someone, but it didn’t seem like they’d actually bonded, and the other green had just run past someone—but was she an obstacle, or a new partner? It was hard to say. Vrell watched in relief as the queen wher finally intervened, separating the two and ending the fighting. For all the noise they’d made, they actually didn’t seem too injured, which was good. They should both still be able to find handlers. Even mean whers were important, and a good handler could help them and make sure they didn’t do anything bad.
Vrell hadn’t noticed the black pick his partner—another girl—and she almost did a double take when she spotted him not far away. He was really good at sneaking around. So that only left the dark green unimpressed on the sands, as far as Vrell could tell—but there were still a lot of eggs too, so she resolved to stay positive and keep watching. Vrell turned as she heard someone snort next to her, looking up…wait…despite how much older she looked, the girl was actually a bit shorter than Vrell. Well, that was new. And…hold on…a grin spread over Vrell’s face as she realized she had an eyepatch, too! “Hey! I’ve never met anyone else with an eyepatch! What happened to you?” she asked in an excited whisper, but the grin faltered just slightly as she glanced back out at the hatching. “Or, uh…maybe I should just ask later,” she said, glancing over the eggs to make sure none had hatched in the second she’d spent not watching them. Hey, you never know.
Her attention to the eggs was interrupted again, though, when someone started talking near her—a latecomer, apparently. Vrell frowned as she glanced over her shoulder, cupping a hand around the side of her mouth to whisper back. “You’re supposed to bow,” she said matter-of-factually. “And only a few have hatched so far.”
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Sept 5, 2012 20:34:16 GMT -5
The first egg looked to be a blue, a tiny blue, but a blue nonetheless. Cilia's eyebrow quirked, cyan. She'd seen that on a dragon before, color wise, not the spots or the head that, for some reason, reminded her of a dolphin. Murmurs from the Stands seemed to confirm it, as did the surprised look on Candidatemaster Yuri's face. After her theatrics, and hysterics, the little one Impressed and went off to get fed.
And then there were greens. There was something about greens she just didn't quite understand; they all had somewhat ridiculously different personalities- from the cranky ones she'd seen to the excessively affectionate and daft one that her Candidatemaster had who, really, was more like a lap canine than an actual wher as far as she'd seen. The two, one an extremely eye searing shade of neon green, was running for her life and barreled right into Abetzi, that sad girl from a few nights prior, apparently cementing a bond there on the spot.
Well, good for her, she needed some cheering up in life that so many pairs of socks and other soft, fun things tossed just couldn't do. Cilia smiled at the girl, opening her mouth to congratulate her when teeth, needle-like and definitely sharp, sank into her leg. "What the- hey!" Luckily, little brat had released her and not decided to go for a second one. Might have had some issues not only with the little one, but with the mama wher who proceeded to get tired of the bratty behavior... and took her away back to the nest.
That hurt, little brat. Whoever gets you needs to bop your snout for that one. She thought at the wheret, eyes narrowed. If it went wild... well, a hunting trip might just be in order. Damali might be convinced to help nip a potential problem right in the bud. Damask might feel good about taking care of a little upstart too, come to think of it.
Her attention returned to her leg, studying the bleeding injury critically. Not the worst bite ever, but worse than any even an overexcited Vak had given her during their turns together. Her knife was out, removing bits of the long fabric to neatly bind and care for the wound. Bop your snout and turn you into a purse, or a new pair of running shoes. Cilia amended her previous thoughts, cheering herself back up immensely with the promise of retaliation should that green go wild.
While she'd been distracted, Impa, the stick in the mud, had impressed to a particularly goofy wher with a large head and a long neck. She'd fought hard not to laugh at him as a result, but damn was it hard. He was cute though, and he seemed to bring a certain softness to the stern woman's eyes as the bond was cemented and they went off. Lucky, maybe she'd get a black one too, and she could compete with Ciali and Impa.
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Impa! Is you shadow speaking. You shadow name is Impask! Shh, be all secrets, Impa and Impask go play a tricky trick. [/i] She was startled, looking behind her to see... nothing. Her head turned back, and there he was, Impask. That little giggling voice in her head piped up again, sounding much like a small boy's with a bit of a rasp. Hahaha! Impask already play trick! Is no you shadow, is you wher! Hahaha, gotcha![/i] She watched him chortle, falling over on his back to roll in the sand in his own amusement. Good one, Impask, so good one. Now eat.[/i]
By Faranth's left wing, what had she gotten herself into?
"...yes, but you're missing a step." Managing to regain her composure, she knelt down beside the bobble-headed wher and his silliness. "Blood bond first, eat second." She commanded softly. The two stared at each other, Impask cocking his head to the side as if he didn't understand.
The bite he took out of her, however, said otherwise.
Impask no get it. Impa say blood bond, Impask do. Impask get snout flick, is an ow. Why do Impa make an ow?[/i] Sulky, though he'd forget all about why he was sulking when she fed him the first bite of meat he'd been craving. Orange and red eyes swirled at her, reflecting the sulky mood as he waited for her response, a medic likely taking place next to her to help, err, patch the bite mark.
First rule; you do not bite a lady there. It's rude and a very big no that will get you an ow, as you put it. She informed her wheret stiffly, hissing slightly as the disinfectant did its work. Of course. She'd gotten a goofy, energetic, eager to prank little brother. Key word being brother; she had six older ones who'd prepared her for the troubles, tricks, and trials that would undoubtably be ahead of her.
...none of them, however, had bitten her in the ass.
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While the attention had focused on Kalesk's clutch, with good reason, the biggest of Yusk's eggs had continued its slow, steady rocking movements. The markings, vein-like, on the egg almost made it seem to pulse in a creepy, unsettling light. Cracks began to appear, spiderwebbing and reaching through the length and width of the surface. A piece broke off, revealing something dark, very dark inside before a fiery red eye burned through the darkness and out to the sands to observe a very blurry, very bright in comparison world.
Yusk's head turned sharply towards her egg, placing herself between it and Yuri as her head lowered, nuzzling the cracked surface cautiously. She burbled softly to it, encouraging her child to take his- as she knew what was in the egg by scent alone- first step into the world. It was a scary one, she seemed to be telling him, but it was a good place, with good people they had to protect.
The top of the unsettlingly pulsing red egg shattered, two long, spindly wings arched out and stretched, shielding the rest of the contents. Whatever it was, it was dark in color, standing out in the soft sands and absorbing the light- without reflecting it in the least. The wings whipped back and a great, bulky form rose with a mouthful of gleaming fangs and brightly glowing red eyes. A black, sure as could be according to the size and shade of his hide.
The rest of his shell seemed to simply explode, fragments going every which way as he took his first, unsteady stalking step across the sands. His head snapped back and forth, scenting the air and whipped towards Yusk and Yuri. He stared at them, a growl low in his throat as he turned away, dismissing them immediately. Not worth his time. Daft mother. No challenge.
That green was eyeing the exit. That was his exit. She wasn't allowed to go near it, he wouldn't let her. He ran at her, growl turning into a snarl as he roared a challenge, though it was a pale imitation of what it would be in the future, at her. He would attack her, would destroy her, she wasn't brightly colored- which he hated, he'd decided, he absolutely loathed brightly colored things- but she was still an affornt to his senses and he wanted her gone.
Something beneath his feet seemed to give way, momentarily distracting him into a clumsy sideways jump. What was that? Why had something sunk beneath his feet? The sands weren't meant to do that! He growled again, glaring at the dark green and her plotting ways. She was safe, for now, he had other investigating to do. The little bulky black wher circled the area he'd felt himself sink down in, had heard something beneath. His snout poked the area, snuffling a snoutful of sand as a result. Something beneath, not worth it. He cast a disdainful look at the place he'd stepped and slunk off back towards his nest... and pause halfway between to stare at the candidates. Every single muscle in his body was still, one front leg lifted slightly as his head lowered just a bit. His eyes moved, roaming over the collective group of candidates. Two-legs.
He would watch them, see what they did before he would do anything else. Ideas slowly began to bubble into his mind, though a gnawing at his gut began to make itself pointedly known as well.
Yuri exchanged a look with Yusk, both of them keeping an eye on the unusually aggressive little black. The egg next to the shattered remnants of the red egg rocked a little more fervantly, a small series of cracks appearing on its surface before the movement stopped. Whatever was inside was apparently taking its time.[/size]
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 5, 2012 21:06:09 GMT -5
Near the back of the nest, a black gingerly wiggled his way out of the sand-colored egg. He’d heard those muffled shrieks, and he felt desperately anxious about the whole affair. What was he supposed to do now? His vicious sister was blocking the path to the candidates and the food, and he felt completely incapable of facing her. She would hate him, he was sure. She would bite him and it would hurt. And ohhhh goodness, that other black was terrifying. Obviously, he had to find some way to get past them...but for now, he remained lurking out of sight behind the larger egg his own had rested against.
Yusk’s black had managed to crack a part of the partially-buried egg, and Kalesk watched it closely. Kalenna, for her part, was now rather sure it was a dud; it wasn’t moving and hadn’t apparently reacted to the black’s actions. How sad, and she gave Kalesk a pat on the shoulder.
If the green noticed that something had happened to the big, half-buried egg, she showed no sign. She did not grace her lurking brother with even a glance. All her focus shifted over to the black. Warning bells went off in her mind, and she flared her little wings. Someone was going to die today...and it would not be her.
Her charge was silent, and she cannoned into his side, her wings flapping frantically to confuse him. Her teeth buried themselves in his shoulder, and she tried to flip him onto his side, the better to gnaw on him. To an observer, it might appear that she was simply an evil little cannibal, but in her mind, she was just focused. Focused on getting through this night alive, which meant taking out whatever and whoever got in her way. He was smaller than she was, and she was very good at fighting, but he also wasn’t just going to roll over and take it. Nor did he try to flee as Abesk had.
While the two of them took out their aggression on each other, however, there was finally some movement. A snout appeared in the sand, and methodically, a wher dug its way out of the half-buried egg. It might’ve been easier to just break through the top which actually stuck out of the sand, but there was this handy crack here. And the scary black was gone.
Hesitantly, he crawled out of his egg and shook himself off. He was a large-pawed brown, sand-colored, not all that different from his dam. He looked all round the cavern, taking it all in. Well, this didn’t seem to be as bad as he’d feared. Seemed pretty safe, all things considered - oh no oh no oh no -
The green quite suddenly stopped trying to take a chunk out of the black and sped back to her own nest, and the brown instantly curled up in a ball, tucking his head against his stomach. But his tiny sister showed no apparent interest in him. She fired a screeching taunt back at Yusk’s black. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid of anything. If she had some sort of plan, it would likely be best if he didn’t fall for it. Then again, she didn’t seem to be very smart, all instinct and in-the-moment; maybe she just wanted to fight further from her dam. Who knew?
The brown waited until it seemed pretty safe again, then unrolled himself. Well, okay. Seemed he needed to be going, then. Leave them to their fight. He trotted off to the group of candidates and began to examine them one by one. Tius was very tall, oh dear. Tussbuul received a gingerly sniff at his leg and a kindly nudge, but the brown moved on after that bit of comfort. What was Dita doing over here? The brown calmly surveyed the man’s situation, then sniffed around. After a moment, he dug up the missing shoe and dropped it next to Dita, but that was the extent of their interaction.
Abranna was hugged round the knees, but there was no touch for her mind either. Mya and Andru both received licks, and Tesla got eye contact, a silent reassurance that it was all gonna be okay. He reared up to peer at both Vrell and Oddinya, fascinated by their eyepatches. Pailu was nudged too; it was okay to be late. She was here, and that was all that counted.
But nobody down here was quite right. He trundled at last right out of their semicircle, away from the scary fighting and off to greet the spectators. But that was where he stopped. Here was a stairway and it would take him up there...but that was really high up. Oh, this wasn’t good at all, and he sat at the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the observers one by one. Not good.
So many eggs were rocking, but none of the rest seemed quite ready to hatch. Maybe they were waiting for their green sister to clear the sands, which was very sensible of them, the brown thought. But her battle still raged, and though Kalesk kept an eye on them, the gold showed no inclination to step in again.
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Post by tiger on Sept 5, 2012 21:35:07 GMT -5
Tag ;; Vrell
It takes a short moment for the unfolding scene to really sink into Pailu's mind. So much fighting! Ichor and blood dotting the sands, shards of egg shells already littering the space, and several angry whers hustling and bustling, snarling and frothing. A few bonds were already off to the sides securing their Impressions.
Vrell's voice caught Pailu's attention, and the cook turned to look at the other candidate. Bow? Oh, right! Duh, Pai! Come on, this isn't your first rodeo!
She planted her bare foot into the sand, despite the overwhelming heat of it. She bowed deeply in the direction of Kalesk and Yusk. Obviously the two were busy herding cats, but still the gesture was important. Very important. The deep bow done, she made her way into the thick of the candidates, trying to avoid being right out in front. She was short, however, so she did stay close enough so that she could look between a few people for a proper view of the remaining eggs.
There was so much noise and action going on, it was a bit difficult to really take everything in. To Vrell she said quietly, "Hey, thanks. I kind of lost my head there for a moment. What on earth is going on?"
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Post by Chek on Sept 5, 2012 21:57:56 GMT -5
Ein stepped a little more firmly in front of Tesla when the new black hatched out of Yusk's clutch, mouth pressed into a thin line as she shielded her likely terrified fellow candidate. A determined wher would easily find Tesla if needed, but for the moment, Ein at least could be a barrier in the face of the temperamental green and black.
The little brown drew a smile from her as he wandered, though.
Tius, for his part, simply looked gravely down at the newborn brown as he was looked up at, giving the tiny thing a solemn nod and going back to watching the fracas once it was clear that this wher was not for him.
Right before the fight between the new black and the vicious green, Odd had leaned over and replied to Vrell, quietly but not in a whisper, “Roof thatching incident. We can talk later.” Right then, a new candidate arrived, no one Odd recognized (understandable, considering her hermit-like habits) and she was torn between looking at the new, late girl, and at the hatching – then wandering - brown, found her attention focused on the brown when he arrived to investigate, the little thing rearing up to get a good look at she and the other girl. She barely stopped herself from scowling – but then the brown moved on. Good enough.
In the upper reaches of the Stands, Damali frowned when the brown finally finished inspecting all the official Candidates, starting to grin when he sat to inspect the Stands. “Fun time, my lovely. We've got a little brown who isn't satisfied with the Candidates.”
Hm. Come up, find. No fun. Damask tossed a glance down at the brown, looking hesitantly into the Stands, and snorted.
“No, no, I think we need to make the audience go to him. Can't make a baby walk up all those steps, now can we?” Damali shoved Damask's head off her lap, rising and already heading down the steps, a truly wicked expression on her face.
...No. No steps. Good plan, good fun. Heh. Damask followed her handler, moving ahead towards the first cluster of unattached humans she saw.
Which just so happened to be Bif and Dizzy.
Dizzy, leaning heavily on Bif's shoulders and watching the sand and baby whers in fascination, didn't notice the big red wher until she was nudged firmly to one side, landing on the bench upside down beside her cousin.
GO STEPS NOW. Damask rumbled, doing her best Ausk impersonation once hse was sure she had both of their attention, before turning to find some more victims...er, potential handlers.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Sept 5, 2012 22:10:23 GMT -5
The awakening she received was not welcome. Hadn’t she locked the door? Shards… Apparently not. “What!?” Naanell sat bolt upright looking blearily around the room as her whirlwind of a brother came tearing through. She hadn’t even really seen much of O’wen since she had arrived simply because of their conflicting schedules. Through the day she had been working hard in the crèche, moulding the minds of all the young children. So she had been intending on getting a good night’s sleep. It was only a moment before she found herself being pulled to her feet.
“What in the blazes is going on? I do have chores to do tomorrow you know.” As much as she loved her brother she also loved her work. He wasn’t even giving her enough time to grab some decent clothes. She did, however, manage to snatch a robe and throw it over her head as he pulled her out the door. “Where even are we going?”
As much as she wanted to know the answer to that she also knew her brother. This would be some epic adventure and all the memories of these adventures came flooding back to her. This was what she had come here for. To see her brother again after her parents had sent him away. It would be spectacular as all things O’wen were. As he dragged her to some strange cavern, Naanell gasped at the sight.
“A hatching!?” Never in her life had she been to one. Not yet and certainly not a wher hatching. Her heart pounded with excitement, the thrill of being here in the open. It was too much to handle. She could see the gold and the green sitting on the sands. Neither looked particularly pretty but it was still a magnificent sight. “A show…”
The harper suddenly had an idea. She could write a song about this. The first hatching one had ever witnessed… It was certainly something to be noted. An experience in her life that she would never forget. No one ever forgot the first hatching after all. “Why, I could write a song about this.” Naanell took a seat beside O’wen and started thinking through all the sounds in her mind, watching the movements of the tiny, baby whers. Some people probably didn’t appreciate the whers… They were not the most beautiful of creatures after all but they were certainly very interesting. One of the whers seemed to be rolling up. The others appeared to be fighting. They were wild creatures she supposed.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 5, 2012 22:34:10 GMT -5
Vrell frowned at the other candidate’s answer. “Roof thatching…?” she muttered, mostly to herself, as she puzzled over how something like that could lead to the loss of an eye. But it was hard for anything but the hatching to hold her attention for too long. “Right, later,” she said to herself, grin jumping back to her face as she turned to continue watching the hatching unfold.
A sudden burst of movement from the back caught her attention, and she peered through the dim lighting to see something—a wher, apparently, but she could hardly make out its form—emerging. Must be another black—and not a playful one like before. And—oh shards, he was charging the green—not another fight! Vrell glanced at the gold and green clutchmothers to see if either was doing anything to interfere, but by the time she looked back at the black, he had stopped. Well, that was good. She squinted at him, hoping he would stick to this whole new ‘not attacking’ thing he’d just discovered.
Vrell flashed a smile at the latecomer now standing next to her. “Oh, just wher hatching business as usual, as far as I know! Been a few so far—a black, a blue, and a green, I think, bonded already. The green and that black must still be making up their minds. Whoever they pick’ll have their hands full, that’s for sure!” The young candidate didn’t notice the latest black to hatch from Kalesk’s clutch, hiding as he was, but the brown, when he emerged, was hard to miss. “Ooh, another one!” she hissed excitedly to the one-shoe’d candidate, turning her eager eye toward him.
It sure was refreshing to see another wher who didn’t come out of the shell all full of wrath and firestone. He seemed like a sweet little thing, if timid—poor guy, he must be scared, rolling himself up in a ball like that. Despite the previous two up close rejections Vrell had already, the flare of excitement wasn’t dampened in the slightest when his investigation brought him up close to her—but, unfortunately, it ended the same way as the others. “Oh well,” she said softly, watching him continue on for a second, before forcing herself to look back at the other eggs. He’d already made up his mind as far as she was concerned—sulking would just be a waste of time. There were still plenty of other eggs to look forward to, after all!
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Post by Gray on Sept 5, 2012 22:58:15 GMT -5
Bif yelped as Dizzy tackled him. Shaki ng his head he sighed. “O'course I'm excited! Uncle Tius is going to impress, and probably to like, the best wher.” He rolled his eyes a bit, looking at his cousin. “Of course we have to wait for that.” He wanted to see it happen now. But at least there were babies on the sands. He watched as three Whers impressed, flinching when the greens started to fight. At least the dark one was calm now.
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Digging up his shoe wouldn't be too hard once he figured out where it was. The problem was all sand looked alike, which while not kind to sand ,was very true. He did keep looking up at the eggs and the mothers. He was surprisingly wary, fear wasn't really an emotion he knew well, but it was thrumming through his veins. Yusk's child made him scootch away a bit,. He did not like the way it was eying Kalesk's dark green daughter. No. He did not like it at all.
Still he pawed at the sands, taking moments to shake them cool. He was probably going to end up with burns after this, but hey the weyr had healers! Which meant he'd be ok either way. Dita actually jumped when the black and green attacked each other. Oh no. He did not want to be a part of that. If he was quiet, nothing bad could happen. Dita hadn't even noticed two more of Kalesk's brood hat hatched until the brown came over and dug up his shoe for him. Grabbing the sandal, he smiled at the chubby little fellow. “Well thank ya.” That was all the little brown wanted with him though. Dita slipped on the sandal and moved back into the line, watching the brown as he did. “What a friendly little guy.”
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In the stands, Bif leaned forward, scratching Barghest's head absentmindedly. “Look at all of them! That green though. What a meany.” Looking to Dizzy he grinned. “Let's hope she stays away from your da.” No, he did not like her very much. In fact, he would be very glad if she stayed away. The others though? Maybe. Yusk's black did not make him comfortable either. The brown might though, he liked the way the little guy seemed so quiet. He saw movement around the eggs, but couldn't tell what color the other was. He guessed maybe a black or dark blue. They would suit Tius, he was sure.
He watched the brown move to the bottom of the steps and just sat there. “Huh...” Tilting his head, he watched it. What was he doing? So wrapped up in the hatching he didn't notice the red until she was near. Not until Barghest let loose a low growl. When he did, he froze. Reds were not kind. His eyes were wide as the red nudged his cousin and knocked her over. They were so dead. So. Dead.
But she didn't attack. She just... yelled. Bif winced hearing the red's mindvoice. Oh that was unpleasant. “Oh yes. Steps. Steps we can do that. Right Dizzy? Let's go before we're eaten.” He quickly grabbed Dizzy's arm, a bit tighter than he meant too and pulled her. “Come on Dizzy. Let's go see the steps. I'm sure they are just fascinating.” He quickly started to drag his cousin to the steps, even if she didn't want to. No way was he going to face his uncle if he let Dizzy get eaten. Barghest quieted his growl and just stared at Damask. He could take her. Maybe. Probably not. But if he had to he could probably buy Bif and Dizzy time. If it came to it.
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Post by Ondine on Sept 6, 2012 2:47:41 GMT -5
Were hatchings always like this? It was all...so...so chaotic! And bloody. She shied in her seat as two of the Wherlets started to fight each other, and kept fighting. Why were they fighting? It was intimidating to watch, but this was one of the reasons why she wanted a Wher, right? She wanted a friend, and she wanted someone who would help her. Guard her. She wasn't a fighter! She barely knew how to use a knife, and that wasn't even to fight. But it was all so...so bloody. Gave her reason to pause, and reaffirm why she wanted to become a Wher Handler.
It didn't take long. Looking at the Wherlets and Wherlings that went walking off of the sands, the fresh bond between them, and all of the Whers and Handlers with their bonds established. She wanted that. She wanted a friend, she wanted a purpose, and even if it was a little scary, she'd get there one day. Two or three years was such a long time, though, that it felt as though it might be forever.
She looked up, though, as she felt the weight of a stare on her. And froze. A Red Wher, Damask, had locked eyes with her. She squeaked, a high pitched noise that was still fairly quiet for its impressive pitch, and ducked her head. Was she not supposed to be here? Was she going to be kicked out? But she wanted to see the rest of the Hatching! And Reds were dangerous and she really didn't want to be near one! Especially not one with such angry eyes...oh Faranth, let her be looking at someone else! But now the Queen was headed her way, and it took every ounce of courage not to bolt. She'd been noticed. Please don't make anyone else notice me, please don't make anyone else notice me...
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Abranna blatantly ignored the other Candidate who spoke to her. It sure as heck didn't look like a Blue to the healer, but she wasn't sure what it was, then. It was just too damn small...although it could, she supposed, be a very small blue. But the color was weird as well. She put that out of her mind, though, as more and more Whers hatched. They went to people that she thought, quite frankly, were undeserving of them at best. But if the Wher picked those people, then it obviously wasn't good enough for her.
Like that candidate who just rushed in late and had the gall to yell it out for everyone to notice. Pailu should never impress with an attitude like that. Her face and eyes remained cold as she surveyed the rest of the candidates, duly noting that one of them, Cilia, had gotten a rather nasty bite from a Wher. But that was when she, herself, was ambushed by a Wher. Out of seemingly nowhere, as two Whers fought each other, came a Brown who hugged her legs. But as she stared down, tensing in anticipation, eyes widening in triumph...nothing happened. There was no mental contact. Instead, he went on his way...and even went and stopped by the stairwell. What was wrong with him?
She felt almost snubbed, but he was clearly inferior to the Wher that she could get. So she stood, watching, as Yusk's clutch finally had its first member burst into the light. But she distained that one, only noting, very mildly, that the Black looked incredibly malicious to her. She supposed he was cute enough in his own way, but she didn't like his eyes. Too intelligent. Not for her either.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Sept 6, 2012 3:21:27 GMT -5
Things went from bad to worse, or so it seemed. Yusk's black had just about decided who he'd go get first- and then everything changed when that little green rammed right into his side, wings in his face and everything. He roared, surprisingly loud and strong for such a little guy, and proceeded to reveal something new in the midst; he wasn't scrawny, or particularly chubby. He was solid muscle. if anything. His fangs snapped, reaching out to grab a leg or paw even as she focused on trying to get him on his side.
Not happening, she might have him in height, but he had bulk and muscle on his side. His claws lashed out, and the little black turned himself into a whirling dervish of fangs, claws and snarls as he bit, clawed and did whatever damage he could towards the little green- and she just ran off. Ran.
He threw back his head, a long rumbling screech resounding into the air as his eyes whirred deadly red. He was going to make that little green pay; she was the worst enemy. WORST enemy! He shook himself, ignoring the scratches and bite marks on his hide. They would heal-but he didn't want her to. Tensing, he launched himself after the green, ignoring that she was taunting him back into the nest, and ignored the brown too. He wasn't a concern; the green was the threat.
If she ran, he'd chase her down, she'd get tired sooner or later if she was the fast kind. He wasn't so fast, but he had a charge like a wher several colors bigger than he was. Likely due to his sire's build, though anyone who'd gotten an up close look at Slosk could likely see a few resemblences here and there when it came to the bulky black's frame.
In short, that little green'd better run right out that escape exit, into the wilds, or find her person- otherwise, he was gonna pursue her until he got her, she submitted, or someone else interferred. Worst enemy green wher!
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Yuri smiled, though mollified on Impa's behalf when her wher took a nice mouthful of, err, rear end. The resulting bop on the nose gave him reason to cover his mouth, trying not to laugh as a result. Yusk didn't understand what was so funny, but she chortled in response, thinking it was the best thng to do.
Her attention was drawn back to her eggs, egg, rather, as the thin, tiny cracks began to widen further. She whuffed over it, nudging it gently with her snout and a gentle tap with a claw to let the wheret inside know it was okay to come out. Her full focus was on that egg, her head cocking a little as if listening... and snorted, shaking her head and going back to rub up against Yuri's hand. The pale sage colored wher leaned heavily against her man, enjoying his company.
Not time for baby, she thought. Not time, not yet. Baby knew when good time was. Good egg, that one. She found her other baby, running after one of Kalesk's and tensed. She would go get him if he kept it up, or if it looked like Kalesk was going to get angry with the two of them. Not play nice other baby. Not be bad egg? Maybe not? Yusk get if bad egg, not let bad wher be bad. No.[/i] She reassured Yuri, and Kalesk for good measure. She was quick and agile, and could probably cross the sands in record time if need be.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 6, 2012 4:09:28 GMT -5
The green wove in and out of the remaining eggs in a flash, then changed course, headed straight for the candidates. She barrelled right through their banged-up ranks, and in a flash she was whipping right past the brown and up the stairs. There she met Dizzy and Bif on their way down to meet him; at first it appeared she had ignored them, but as soon as she got behind them, she turned. She headbutted Dizzy in the back of her knees to send her sprawling. Hopefully she'd fall right on top of that evil little black, or at least slow him down. She charged along a row of seats, not especially caring what happened to any of the knees she knocked into; definitely some spectators would be limping out with bruises. When she reached Naanell and O'wen, she paused; then she was moving again, scrambling onto the bench and from there up Naanell's body to crouch on top of her head, leaving several scratches bleeding in her wake. Her back paws clamped down on the girl's hair, and her wings spread, her red eyes keenly watching the black's progress. And then, she dove. Her wings were not strong enough to carry her little body yet; it would be a long time before they could. But she was able to glide, and she assaulted him from above, making a spirited attempt to peck out his eyes. In the meantime, the brown surveyed Dizzy and Bif with stoic dismay. How very upsetting that his sister had tried to hurt them, and even worse that he had once again been paralysed with terror when he could've been helping them. This wouldn't do at all, would it? He needed a partner really badly, somebody to act when he could not. Somebody to adore and help in return. And here he'd found one, at last. Why Bif up scary high?[/i] the brown rumbled, tentatively putting a paw on the lowest step and then retracting it again. Bifrosk down here. Bif come eat?[/i] He swung his head toward the feeding area, which seemed a lot safer and friendlier than being over here right now. Definitely loads better than climbing up there. He never wanted to be up high. Maybe his sister would stay up there, and they'd never have to meet again. BIFROSK THE SANDSHREW, IMPRESSED TO BIFROKOLNIR (CDB168)
Outwardly, Bifrosk is a calm, steady-natured wher, but he is unfortunately plagued by many phobias. He bears a deep-seated fear of a large number of things, heights and water among them, but he is not the type to panic or run away: he simply wishes to curl up or hide when something dangerous or alarming occurs nearby, quietly and patiently waiting for things to blow over. Sticking his head in the sand might be his instinct, but fortunately, Bifrosk also displays a sincere willingness to learn. In Bif's capable hands, he has great potential just waiting to be unlocked; his handler's confidence could lead him to surprising boldness. Of course, being a wher, he will ultimately be unable to recall having faced down grave danger, and will require continual encouragement and reassurance. In return for this kindness, he offers constant love and affection to combat Bif's self-judgmental attitude, a shoulder to lean on in times of trouble, and a willingness to follow his handler into anything. Except probably not off a cliff. He draws the line at cliffs.
For the most part, Bifrosk is an average specimen of a brown. The one portion of his body which truly sets him apart is his paws; exceptionally large and tough, they bear long, thick claws suitable for digging. When they're not on duty, he and Bif might happily maintain a garden together. His hide is a sandy brown, slightly dappled and suitable for hiding amidst dirt and rocks.
While chaos reigned in the stands above, another egg hatched on the sands below. The smallest egg, the blue-gray one near the back, cracked and expelled a tiny black. His ebony hide was marked with patches of dark, dark gray, and his back was particularly spiny, even for a wher. For a long moment, he just crouched there, tilting his head this way and that. At last, the other black came out of hiding. When compared to his brother, it could be seen that his dark hide bore an oily sheen; it largely carried hints of purple, with a little bit of green. He crept closer, and then exactly mimicked his brother's posture. This was pretty nice. They could both just sit here and listen. Or they could take advantage of their sister's distraction and head out to the candidates, that might be nice too! When the patchy black moved, his brother moved too, in eerie synchronization. They strolled across the sands unmolested, but very, very slowly. It became rather apparent that the patchy wher did not have very good eyesight, and he paused often to take everything in. Occasionally, he displayed some curiosity about the eggs they passed, and he closely examined the wreckage of Dosk's glimmering shell. But his methodic movement only brought about his downfall. The green had found that no matter how hard her struggle raged, she could not penetrate the black's hide enough to murder him. She was too small, too immature still. With a screech of rage, she abandoned the fight and whisked back off toward the nest, down the stairs, taking an angry nip at Pailu as she passed just because she could. And there she ran right into her brothers. By now, the sight of blacks infuriated her, and despite the total non-threat they posed, she attacked immediately. The oily black instantly rolled into a ball and did his best impression of an egg, so the force of her wrath fell upon the observant one. She ruthlessly clawed at him, backing him up into the barrier presented by the two biggest eggs, her talons raking at him. It looked like the little guy was done for. He tried to dodge her, but she had him expertly pinned. But the green was just having no luck with blacks today. In a flash, his docility transformed into violence. There was no trace of her emotion in the way he fought back, however; he did not feel a need to kill in order to survive. He sank his sharp teeth into her forearm; she pulled back just enough for him to wriggle around so his back was to her, and when she flung herself upon him, she found herself on the wrong side of his spiky spine. At last, bedraggled and leaking ichor from a dozen gashes, she pulled away. This was no way to survive; she noticed her mother shifting toward her again, and backed off. The green knew she was strong, knew she could win someday, but she was still too small. Though she wouldn't have been able to articulate it, she knew in her bones, as a creature of instinct, what she must do. Hissing, she limped off toward the candidates. Unlike Bifrosk, she knew she would need to look no further. One of them was hers. Hers. She'd shoved and bitten enough of them and found them sorely lacking that it didn't take very long. After wrathfully shoving Ein out of the way just so she could glower at Tesla for being a dirty coward, she turned and sank her teeth into Abranna's leg. But for the first time, there was no anger in her actions, and no fear. It all drained away in an instant, and her eyes shifted to a calm green as she peeked up at the girl. Abrask's,[/i] she said, both possessive and gentle. All these others were inferior. Weak and pathetic and annoying and dangerous. But Abranna understood. She understood that the world was a tough place to survive in. She was here because she knew that they needed each other to get by. Abrask had very little comprehension of what she was getting herself into by bonding to a candidate at a Weyr, of course; she had some vague idea that they could both go marching off into the vast unknown. The last thing she wanted to do was go join her brothers and sisters to eat, or let some suspicious two-leg treat her wounds. Yet none of that really mattered. Nothing mattered but Abranna, and without another word she curled around the girl's legs. ABRASK THE SPEAROW, IMPRESSED TO ABRANNA (487D14)
There is one thing Abranna can be certain of: Abrask loves her, and will never leave her. Other people...are bound to be a bit skeptical of this, because Abrask wears her volatility right on her sleeve. She is vicious, barbaric, incredibly territorial, and seems to have no fear whatsoever. She's a hardy creature, willing to do whatever it takes to survive. She's definitely not the smartest or highest-functioning wher, more animalistic than most, quick to anger and quick to attack; her "humanity" will have to come from Abranna. There can be no doubting that she is a predator. Her intelligence, such as it is, rests in an innate knowledge of her own body and capabilities; she is very physically-centered, and she uses every advantage she's got in a fight, including her wings. Being a wher, she'll never be able to achieve significant height or distance in the air, but she's got no problem using those limbs to confuse, blind, or just to beat someone up. Energetic and impatient, she is also highly reckless, constantly wanting to be on the go, searching for whatever takes her fancy - food, water, something to bite, something to claim. But although some may see her as a lost cause, little better than a wild, there is some sort of decency and potential lurking beneath the surface. She may not show it outwardly, but she is tender and maternal to Abranna, her whole being bound up in a desire to protect her paranoid beloved. Others might just see Abrask as being extremely possessive, but Abranna can make no mistake, for Abrask has no ability to lie or pretend. Abranna is hers because Abranna is Good. End of story. Is Abrask good, from anyone's perspective, including her handler's? That remains to be seen.
Abrask is on the small side, but she's still a tough little brute. Spiky and stocky, she is heavier-set than most of her color. She is a dark shade of green, dappled so that she could potentially camoflage herself within the foliage. She is a bit inept at endurance, but shockingly agile and fast. Her appearance is dangerously deceptive; she might not be able to go for long at a time, but she is both quick and strong, and her instinctive ability to fight makes her a formidable foe.
Now perhaps everyone could take a breather. Well, maybe. Yusk's black was still out there, but at least the two from Kalesk's clutch showed no signs of hurting anybody. The patchy black calmed down as soon as his sister whisked away; he climbed the top of the small mound marking the edge of the nest, and settled there to listen to the candidates. The oily black unrolled himself. His defense mechanism had worked perfectly; pretending to be someone or something else had saved him. Most excellent. And in the meantime, the fight between Abrask and her brother had left a crack in the solid gray egg, a crack which was slowly widening as the wher inside prepared to make an entrance.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Sept 6, 2012 13:01:42 GMT -5
When it seemed like the red wasn't going to attack, Bif calmed a bit. He relaxed his grip on Dizzy's arm. Maybe the red just wanted them to look at the brown, he was just sitting there. Maybe they could shoo him to the candidates with out scaring him as bad as the red would. Seemed he let his guard down too soon. The dark green streaking by them mad him tense and when the green shoved Dizzy he didn't have a good enough grip to stop her from falling. Cue instant guilt on Bif's part. Quickly scrambling down the steps, he knelt neared Dizzy. “Oh Diz I'm so sorry are you ok? Are you hurt? I'll go get a healer.. I'll find someone!” And that green. He would... Well he would do nothing to her. He wouldn't be allowed to even if he thought he could bear to hurt her. He hadn't even looked at the brown yet, too preoccupied with Dizzy. That was until he heard it. Why Bif up scary high? He paused in his fretting for a moment, jaw dropping. What. Was. Happening. A tentetive glance was given to the brown as he placed a paw on the lowest step. Bifrosk down here. Bif come eat? Bifrosk. Bifrosk. This wher was Bifrosk. His wher? He had impressed? He watched the wheret motion to where the others had taken theirs to eat. And then guilt punched him in the gut. So many thoughts ran through his head at once. He couldn't abandon Dizzy! And he had just taken a Wher from one of the candidates! He wasn't meant to be a handler, he wouldn't be good enough! Faint confusion filled his mind, but it wasn't his own. Bifrosk Bif's. The wheret was very sure of this. He had been Bif's, he had just not knon it. And Bif was his, but he had not known it. Bifrosk placed another paw on the step.
The hunger now twisting in Bif's gut was sign that he did need to fee this little brown. “Dizzy.. I uh.. Impressed.” He didn't want to leave his cousin, especially since she could be pretty hurt. Suddenly he felt fur along his side, and Barghest was there. The dog had got up and was now settled next to Bif and Dizzy. Leaning down, he gave Dizzy a sloppy lick. He would stay., Bif knew this. “Bifrosk is hungry. Um. I'll go get him some food real quick and then I'll check back ok? If you need help tell Barg. He'll raise a big ol' ruckus and I'll come running.” He took a step back, looking at Dizzy again before walking down the steps and scooping up Bifrosk. Oh wow, he was kind of heavy, but Bif could carry him. “Hungry huh? Well we'll get you something to eat, then we'll check back on Dizzy.” He did his best to sound confident, like everything would be ok. Bifrosk curled his paws carefully so he wouldn't hurt Bif and snuggled his head against Bif's chest. This was going to be an adventure, because Bif had no clue what he was doing.
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Dita sighed heavily, watching the dark green's antics. She needed to just calm down. All this running and fighting were not good. Take time, smell the flowers, enjoy life. But she was too aggressive. He watched as she knocked down one of the audience in a mad dash up the stairs and shook his head again. How rude.
Turning from her, he focused on the eggs, watching as another black hatched. The sands were just full of blacks now. But that wasn't bad. Most of them had seemed rather good and kind. For whers. Yusk's son was the exception, but even now he didn't seem to be causing too much trouble. Dita watched the two, one mimicking the other in such an odd fashion. He was like a little shadow! More than that first black had been. This one was actually pretty good at what he did. “Well would you look at that.” He spoke to no one in particular. He'd never seen such a thing. Though he'd never been to a wher hatching prior to this.
And then the green was back. Clawing and biting. She was just a pain wasn't she? But the weyr could use a good fighter, especially if the Wilds came back. Still, he felt bad for the black until he did a 180 and started attacking back. The little guy was ferocious. Soon it was done with, he had done enough damage to scare her off and she was limping away to the candidates, her eyes set on one in particular. With her off the sands, everything now seemed calmer.
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Chek
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Post by Chek on Sept 6, 2012 14:42:50 GMT -5
Flailing a little as she flopped down the stairs in the wake of the green’s attempt at a distraction, Dizzy shook her head in a daze as Bif came running down to fuss over her. “I’m fine, Bif, just a little bruised,” she told him, knowing if she admitted to how battered she felt, he’d have fits. She fended off his fussing as best she could until she noticed him pause, jaw dropping open, and followed his gaze with her own upside down one, attention focusing on the brown.
She glanced between her cousin and the brown a few times, a disbelieving smile growing on her face, until he confirmed her suspicion himself. “Yeah! Go Bif! Seriously, go! Get down there! Bargy can watch me just fine.” She made shooing motions at him, awkward since she was still laying head downwards on the steps, but thankfully, between Barg and his sloppy canine kisses, the call of his wher (his wher! Dizzy was so excited for him!) and her own flailing, he went.
As Bif and his new brown passed Tius on their way to food, Tius patted the boy on the shoulder, murmuring quietly, “Don’t forget the blood bond, Bifrokolnir,” before letting Bif continue on.
Up on the steps, Dizzy started to try and lever herself back up without falling the rest of the way down onto the Sands – Barghest was only somewhat helpful in this endevour.
Damask, noticing that the brown had Impressed, ending her game practically before it could start (it wasn’t her fault that she was able to pick out the intended Impressee with such skill. She was naturally talented, after all) prowled over to her next intended victim and lay down on the seats, pressed flush to Shino’s side, rumbling to herself in amusement.
Dizzy was pulled from her ineffective efforts not to fall down the stairs by a hand grabbing her own and hoisting her up and onto her feet with little effort – though it caused a rush of nausea to ripple through Dizzy’s belly. Damali flopped an arm over Dizzy’s shoulders, leading the limping, slightly disoriented girl up into the stands, where she plopped her down on the non-Damask side of Shino and then sat herself, hemming the two apprentices in between red and handler.
“What a hatching, eh?”
Out on the sand, Ein stumbled away from the forceful shove of the tiny green, righting herself quickly and stepping back to Tesla – thankfully the green didn’t go after the anxious girl, though Abranna was not so lucky…or maybe she was? Ein nodded to herself and sighed quietly in relief as the green made Impression. Good.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 6, 2012 16:31:01 GMT -5
Another wher was moving for him. As the heated sting of his collapse faded, Tussbuul watched the brown shuffle out of the very same volcanic sand. The toughness of wherhide was baked in from birth, then, and not some hardness born of vicious lives. As he had been instructed, he calculated the tiny being's demeanor from his pace, bearing, and the critical flag colors of his eyes. The miner elected not to flee this time, though he did not think the brown was coming for him. He had already seen evidence that the hatchlings could be curious. Maybe they had more room for it than dragons, their bonding not being a necessity.
Though taken aback by the wheret's snout pressing right for his burnt leg, Tuss stood his ground. He even smiled through his flinching when the brown poked at him; he understood the intent. The wheret trundled off, and Tussbuul was left standing straighter. An inch taller, even. He grinned around at the Sands, watched the green from before and a new black that had tumbled straight out of Between rip each other to shreds, and rocked merrily on his feet. Or at least one foot, with a bit of twisting going on in the cane area.
He recalled Lonet, turning and waving his free arm at her. He didn't think she saw him at first, so he began waving a little harder, only to remember that she was an on-duty healer with patients.
Well.
No harm done. He returned his attention back to the two rascals of the hatching- if one did not count the black who had taken a share of his lifemate's rump as number three -only to find that one had splintered off to lifelong partnership, and the other had been duplicating itself into similar dark entities that were now crawling all over the Sands. Tuss squinted at a wobbly egg that had materialized in the nest, only to witness it unfold into an oddly wet-skinned wheret. He glanced around himself, sobering off his joy long enough to wonder if anyone else had seen that.
There was a girl next to him. At first he wasn't sure why that was, seeing as how he had planted himself with the other men. But then he saw the wheret tracks writing wounds in the sand and recalled very recent events. Well, girl or not, she would do. Except he whispered, on the off-chance he was just losing his mind. Wouldn't do to have that go all public in the middle of a hatching.
"Did you happen to see that egg-wher just now?" he asked Mya.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Sept 6, 2012 17:40:51 GMT -5
Vrell was having a harder time that she liked to admit as she tried to follow the green hatchling’s progress around the sands—the brown had already rejected her and was best put from her mind, and the blacks were hard for the half-blind girl to see very well in the near darkness of the hatching cavern. What was it with those greens! Just out of the shell, and they were already zipping around like excited firelizards. Where did they even get all that energy, when they hadn’t eaten a thing in their lives? Vrell supposed whatever had been in those eggs must be really good stuff.
She had to twist around and look behind her as the green ran right up into the stands, leaving a trail of mayhem and minor carnage in her wake. Not even the spectators were safe at a wher hatching, apparently! Vrell supposed that might account for why so few were present. Not that she would have wherried out of watching a wher hatching just because of the risk of a few measly scratches! Well…or some not-so-measly ones. Even baby whers could have a mean bite. Whatever, it was just a minor concern anyway.
Vrell had thought the green might have gone up there because, like the brown, she hadn’t found any of the candidates to be to her satisfaction, but from what Vrell could tell, it really didn’t seem like she was up there to make friends. And then, just as suddenly as she’d raced up there, she was leaping out, using her tiny wings to glide and dive bomb the black. Oh, so that was her reason. Vrell figured that meant she wasn’t done with the candidates after all, and they all still had a chance of becoming the green’s lucky handler—though after all the havoc she’d wrecked already, Vrell wasn’t sure how many people would be exactly happy about that.
All that rushing around the green was doing was starting to make her kind of dizzy, so she abandoned watching that one for now and did another scan of the eggs. Hey, there was another black! Wait…two blacks? She squinted, peering toward them as she tried to get a better look. And oh shells, there was that green again—and she was on the attack once again. Vrell’s worried reactions to the skirmishes among the whers were starting to diminish a bit—it sort of looked like it was just a normal thing, and it didn’t look like Kalesk was going to let the fighting get too out of hand. So she watched with a frown, but not much else, as they had their quick little battle, and then at last, the green marched off toward the candidates. She seemed to know just who she wanted, and it wasn’t Vrell. Oh well. Vrell supposed she had no choice but to try to get a better look at the trio of blacks still inhabiting the sands.
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Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Sept 6, 2012 19:30:02 GMT -5
Shino was sure that her heart was going to leap out of her chest as the red plodded over...and then lay down, right next to her. Actually, scratch next to her. More like, pressed up against her. And was rumbling. Consequently, the little girl was rather afraid for her life, and also wondering why this was going on. But she didn't dare move. Especially when Dizzy was plopped down next to her, and Damali sat down on the other side of her. At least she knew Dizzy, she was a fellow Apprentice.
But Damali and Damask had boxed them in, so they weren't going anywhere. She didn't squirm, she didn't do anything at all, remaining as still as she could, and wondering, somewhere, if Damask would mind a scratch on the head. It was right there. Red skin, calling for her to relieve a possible itch. She raised a hand, and then her frightened brain caught up with the rest of her body. That was a Red Wher she was thinking about scratching. They were touchy, and angry, and violent, all the time. She nearly jumped, though, when Damali spoke. “Ah...” Her voice was small, quiet, and soft. “Yes...it's quite chaotic.”
She frowned, watching as more impressed. “Do you think I could, ah, um, scratch Damask? Where she might itch? Um, please?” She nearly tripped over herself immediately, “Or is that a bad idea?”
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Abranna was watching the vicious little green with interest. She'd been fighting out of the egg, and didn't seem to be ready to slow down and stop any time soon. An interesting Wher, for her. She liked that kind of power, that willingness to fight the world. She was distracted, however, by the Brown, who walked over and appeared to impress to someone who had been in the stands. That was...uncommon. Feh, what was that Brown doing impressing to someone who hadn't even been a Candidate? What were the odds that he'd be good as a Wherling? Not very high at all. There were so many eggs, though, that there might be a few more...although they also did have plenty of candidates. Hopefully, there would be no wild Whers here. Not because she had any sense of benevolence, but because she didn't want to fight any more wilds during her patrols.
While she was distracted, though, the green fought with another black, and finally stopped fighting. With Kalesk about ready to move towards her daughter, the green moved towards the candidate. Abranna noted, almost clinically, that she was bleeding ichor from at least a dozen wounds. Hardy too. That was a perfect Wher for her. Something to keep her safe, something that would support her. Yes, exactly what she needed. Would the Wher be enough for her? Was she good enough? She watched with rising hope, hope that she tried to tamper down on, to kill, because hope destroyed. And then the little Wher shoved Ein out of the way, gave Tesla a glare (Abranna agreed with that glare) and turned-
Pain blasted through the woman's leg as the green sunk teeth into the healer's leg. And, in that moment, there was an odd sensation. The green looked up at her, with eyes as green as her skin, and spoke into her mind. Possessive of her new Handler, and yet gentle, almost motherly, at the same time. Abrask's. The candidate, Wherling now, stared for only a few seconds before a smile drew itself across her face. Of course, her Wher was good enough to make the blood bond without having Abranna do any of the work.
But along with that came an unwelcome, weird sensation. Abrask's emotion came through the link, through her words. And there was something strange there. Something that tried to lift her up, warm her inside. It was something she'd last heard from her parents, years back. And then there was a warm sensation around her legs, as the green curled up around her legs. Having her Wher...love her would make it easier to control her, but it still felt strange. She reached down, almost haltingly, and picked up Abrask. The Wher practically folded into her arms, even as the ichor stained her candidate robes. Not that she'd ever need them again. Good to meet you too. Come, Abrask. You must be hungry. And bleeding. But she wouldn't let another healer bind her Wher's wounds. She wouldn't let them. She would feed Abrask, and then take care of the wounds. No one else was allowed. They'd shard it up, and that simply wouldn't be allowed.
So they left the stands, and she took the bucket of meat. Abrask turned and snarled at Bifrosk. This was her meat, to become big and strong, so that she could begin to kill those who threatened her or her human. No Brown, who thought he could take it just because he was bigger, would have her meat. Especially not meat from Abranna. Her eyes went from green to red, and then back as he appeared to have no interest in her meat. Good. That was the way it needed to be. Must eat next others? Want eat with Abrask's. Again, the possessive yet gentle tone.
Abranna didn't really want to be here either. Too many idiots around. Abrask picked up on that thought, and growled, a ting of orange in her eyes. Idiots were bad. Idiots got her and her's killed or hurt. Idiots should die before hurting. But the human responded before her Green could build to a killing frenzy again, having already forgotten the threat of her mother upon the sands as more than just one more reason to become stronger. Yes, but only because we must, and because they have medical supplies here. The response was instant. No bandage other two-legs. Only Abrask's can.
There was no denying that, and the healer smiled. It wasn't a happy smile, it was...almost sick, but definitely cool. Yes, her Wher was everything she wanted. Everything. If she ignored that weird devotion in the link. But of course, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Sept 6, 2012 20:33:35 GMT -5
Vicious as he was, and despite being so newly hatched, already the bulky black was proving himself to be quite the talent in the fight catagory. He snarled, eager to get his fangs around the neck of that wretched enemy of his. He barrelled though the eggs, clumsily losing ground as he focused on weaving around them noticeably less agile than his target. He too, bolted through the candidates, snarling and swiping at Tesla and Ein's legs as he hurried past. In the way two legs, he hated them. Most unfortunately for the little green, he'd managed to tangle himself beneath Bif's legs, snapping angrily at his ankles before romping up the stairs in pursuit. Had to be getting tired soon, the thought raced through his head, green had to be getting tired soon. Would catch, eat, be better. Several spectators in the stands would have bruises and scratches as he closed in on his prey, mouth open and fangs bared in anticipation. He watched and tried his best to meet her with a lunge in mid air, failing spectacularly since he hadn't quite figured out the whole coordination thing. He toppled from the impact, snarling. He wouldn't give in, she would have to- or they'd both be dead, he'd be fine with that too. And she ran. What. the. shards. He could jump, he had faith in his body to withstand the soft impact on the sands from where he was. And then, the traitor went and Impressed to a two leg. That... how, why. WHY?! For a moment, the hateful red eyes went to yellow, and then a blend of yellow and orange in confusion, and hurt. She... had just... she'd Impressed. She'd left things unfinished, had run away. Not only that, she'd gone to fight others without finishing their fight. But... but.. but she was supposed to fight him, and be killed by him. Not go to a two-leg, not fight other wherets. HIM. He was the important one. His head lowered, mouth open as his eyes returned to the same violent red as before. It was two-legged's fault, he'd decided. And, because of it, they would have to be punished. The first one attacked was Jazz, he hated her hair, hated her smell too as he attacked her leg, dragging claws down from mid-thigh nearly to her ankle before he bounded off like the mean spirited little hellion he was. Naanell came next with a bite to her calf, ugly bite as it was, he bit her to let her know he was displeased with her role in helping his mortal enemy escape. Blood in his mouth, his eyes whirred, catching sight of Damask with small two legs. Big Red. He wasn't allowed to get her yet, not while he was this small. But her day would come. He hissed in her direction, running away and gave Darryl an equally nasty bite on the ankle as he raced down towards the sands. Stupid two legs! Useless! Breathing hard, he searched frantically for the next target to vent his frustration on... and his sights landed directly on Tesla. ** While the black had his temper tantrum, the second of Yusk's eggs finally, quietly, cracked open to reveal a large, whirrling blue eye that blinked rapidly. Well. So this was the world? A lot to do, and a lot of chaos. That wouldn't do, they needed to get organized, get busy and be responsible. The wheret inside nudged the top of its shell, bumped it hard with its head until a crack sounded, finally removing the top of it... and spilling the white wher into the sands. At first glance, the wher was nothing but eyes, head and long legs. Dazed. she was content to lay there for a moment, sides heaving from the effort of breaking out of the notoriously thick shell that housed her color. It was shortly after she'd caught her breath that she began practicing how to stand, and walk... and none too soon either, she smelled blood, ichor on the sands and she didn't like that at all. Her head lifted as she stood straight, alert... revealing herself to be rather tall for a white. Her rather excellent vision pinpointed the source of the thread; a black getting ready to charge into the throng of candidates. Why, that was absolutely unacceptable, and she would not stand for it. She bugled, a clear sound in the air as she bolted from her mother's nest without so much as a glance to the long legged green wher or her handler. In that run, it was clear that the little white was going to be a bolt fired from a crossbow; she was just that quick, though still clumsy due to getting used to her legs. Unfortunately, she reached too late to prevent what she knew was going to happen. His vicious tirade continued with a large gash against the back of Vrell's knee and thigh, followed it through with a snarl and removed a savage chunk out of Tussbull's calf. His head whipped, returning to Tesla and decided it was all her fault he was angry. She just was the problem. That was all there was to it. He leaped as soon as he'd been in range- only after giving Dota a, in his rage hazed opinion, well deserve slash across the knees and a bite to the ankle-, sinking fangs into Tesla's shoulder as claws gouged into her back from behind. At the enraged shriek coming from his clutch-sister, he roared in response, tearing additional furrows in Tesla's back and shoulders. This was HIS prey, she could go find her own! He dropped from her shoulders, shoving hard against the back of her legs to knock her down further, he wanted her on the sands and, and... something. He didn't know what, but she would do it! As he was about to go for yet another series of assaults on the poor girl, a white streak flew by and slammed into his side, rolling them both from the impact as a brand new battle warred between them. Tesla forgotten. Shrieks from the two filled the air as the pair fought each other, claws and fangs flying and catching each other's hides. When it genuinely seemed as if the two were about to kill each other, a blur of pale green shot past, a snarl causing the two to momentarily pause their vicious battle to look up at their mother. The black chose to ignore her after a surprise, getting in a good swipe to the white's face- and got one in response before he was knocked tail over end by Yusk's paw. NO BE BAD EGGS. NO YUSK'S IF BAD. SHAME. BAD CORNER.[/i] she raged, for her usually docile nature, at the two, grabbing the little black who'd caused the whole mess by the back of his neck. Should end, caused lots of harm... but still might have good. Yusk's eyes, tinged with red, swept out to the candidates on the sands. Yes, still might be good, would not let bad baby out until talking to was done. She gave a pointed look to her smallest child and gave a snort of dismissal. Had tried to stop, this good egg even if bad for fighting when no need. Yusk looked once more to the candidates, head lowering. Yusk am sorry. Bad egg in bad corner.[/color] She was a good wher, Yuri always said so, and she knew how to say sorry. Bad egg, she growled as the little black tried feebly to get out of her mouth, shaking her head a little to warn him not to push it. She wouldn't want to kill her own child, but she'd do it if he was a bad egg with no good. Watching her mother carry that horrible bad one away, the white wher gingerly rose from where she'd fallen on to the sands, shaking herself and gave a lick to an injured shoulder. Stupid black. Bad wher. She looked to the candidates with an indignant huff. Fast, not fast enough. That would have to be worked on, absolutely would. She'd known who her person was, absolutely. She was just sorry she'd failed to get there in time. Carrying herself in a dignified manner, she walked over to Tesla's heavily injured form, standing next to her and rubbed her head against an uninjured bit of leg. Tessk sorry, not fast enough. Tessk will be next time. Tesla stay, not make wound worse. Tessk be here for Tesla always.[/i] Wher Name: Tessk {F3F3F3}
Wher Personality: Tessk is a good wher, as well as a best friend. A naturally responsible wher, she takes her duties extremely seriously and will always throw her entire being into completing a task in a responsible and timely manner. She regards Tesla on the same level as she would one of her own clutched eggs; someone to love, protect and help be the very best person Tesla could possibly be. She is generally accepting and easygoing in nature, unless it comes to Abrasak or her clutch-sibling who attacked and hurt HER Tesla. Those two are forever on the bad wher list, as well as her worst enemy list. While she'll nudge, and even push, her handler outside her comfort zone, Tessk will have an uncanny sense of when 'enough' is enough. While a total workaholic and perfectionist, Tessk is happier not being in the spotlight, though if no one else is doing their duties properly, she has no trouble calling them out on it and showing them how it's supposed to be done. As the past has proven, she's a smart little lady and it will show wonderfully as she grows up.
Wher Appearance: Lanky and lean, Tessk will never lose her long legged appearance even when she's full grown. While she knows she's only of average strength, she inheritated her mother's speed and agility, as well as her sire's stamina. With speed, stamina and intelligence on her side, she will focus more on agility and tactics than she will brute force to win any kind of fight. She'll be a little taller in height than those of her color are supposed to be, but her length with fall just short of five feet. Her hide is a soft ivory color with darker bands striping their way down her neck, ribs and back, and she shares Tesla's fondness for cleanliness. Thanks to her encounter with her clutch-sib, she has a permanent scar over her left eye- a twin to the one she inflicted on him. Well, good egg had proven to be right, Yusk realized as she watched, and felt a bit of a sense of loss as her daughter bonded to someone who needed her. Good wher, she thought at her pale daughter. Good wher, like Yusk, be good and be good girl. She dropped the little black to the sands, and before he could get his legs beneath him, promptly placed one of her front paws on his side to hold him down. Given she was older, stronger, and bigger than he was, it was a futile struggle- but he wasn't going to give him. He would have to be nice before she'd let him up, unless he told her who his person was, and then she'd drop him right in front of that person. Make him be good and bond, and then he'd be in someone else's hands, her responsibility and duty to him would be over. Yuri groaned, covering his face with his hands in horror, tears burning in his eyes. Of course. Of course, something would go wrong with his first time as candidatemaster. But, for Faranth's sake, he'd never expected a baby of Yusk's to... to act like a little red! AND he'd attacked his fellow candidatemaster too. He'd be living in a mountain cave somewhere after this, he just knew it.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Sept 6, 2012 20:58:30 GMT -5
Naanell waited in the Stands, anticipation rife. She watched as the whers bumbled their way across the sands. So far, they seemed half way decent creatures. She knew very little about them so it was absolutely fascinating to watch them in motion. Then a brown one started to the stairs. Eyes narrowed as she watched the young wher. He seemed to be watching them… Then two people walked down to join him. She’d never heard of such a thing before. People just walking onto the sands from the Stands… Then something happened that made her shriek.
A green wandered right over to her and started climbing. The creature took a place on her head and stood there, digging claws into her scalp. Naanell shrieked with pain and swatted at the demon creature with a hand not caring that she might receive another bite. “GET IT THE SHARDS OFF ME!” It was one of the first times she had sworn in her life. Tears brimmed in her eyes at the sharp pain and as the wher jumped off she raised a shaky hand to her head. As exciting as this was, she was used to being able to control certain situations. She brought the hand back down and spotted red. Gripping O’wen’s shirt as she started to feel faint, she looked back on the sands.
Barely a moment to recover when another creature had wandered off the hellish sands this one she only just spotted as he walked towards her. “DON’T LET IT COME NEAR ME!” She shrieked as she tried to kick out at the creature, fearful of it. This was the first time she had ever truly encountered whers. Her first hatching and this was what was happening?
Naanell shrieked again as the wher sunk his teeth into her calf for who knew what reason. She hissed at it as it seemed to move away and then glared daggers down at the Sands. These adults were supposed to be protecting them. Blood ran down her leg and again Naanell felt faint. “Why aren’t they doing anything?” Naanell kept a firm grip on her brother’s shirt to stop herself falling completely, looking at him. “Fun hatching you brought me to brother.”
If any others came near her, she would not be responsible for attacking it. If it went for her hands she would kill a wher. She needed her hands to be a harper. Even without them she would become a masterharper. These creatures just needed to back the shards away. “Where in Pern is a HEALER!” Naanell was not happy.
As the black came near Kisk, Kire and Darryl, Kisk let out a soft hiss. He had seen the damage the little one had caused and was not pleased. GO WAY KISK NO WANT! NO WANT BE NEAR BESTKIRE! SHE HAVE BE HAVING BETTER HATCHING THAN YOU. BAD WHER! NO COME! But the black went for Darryl instead. Kire called out to him but in her state there was no stopping the wheret. NO HAVE BE FRIENDS KISK! KISK AM NO LOVE! NO WANT. NO BE EAT BESTKIRE EGG DADDY! Kisk lifted a paw and swatted at the black, jumping forwards with a growl. He knew who his family was and he had to keep them safe.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 6, 2012 21:46:10 GMT -5
Mya shivered when Bifrosk licked her knees, tensing slightly, but at least this one didn't seem violent at all. Almost kind. She hoped he - or she, of course she had no idea what color the wher was - would bond quickly and safely. It was definitely going to be interesting, when all this was over, to find out what her fellow Candidates had Impressed, whether or not she joined the ranks of the new wherlings.
The whirlwind of violence was at once over in a flash, and seemed to take forever to one who was relying on one less sense than most to make sense of it. There were screams from the crowd now, of all places. A voice spoke, close at hand, and she responded blankly, "Egg-wher?" This was mad, and intense, and every moment found her drawing further into herself. Mya just wasn't used to being so frightened, and instinctively she reached for Andru's hand for the comfort of human contact.
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Jazz, for her part, saw the black coming a mile away. Tiny, angry hatchling - she probably could've done something about him if she really tried, but she was sitting beside Owethu, and she wasn't about to let one of her Candidates walk away scarred when she was right here. She cringed at the raking of his claws, twisting her body so she could protect the boy beside her if necessary. But as soon as she was brutalised, the black moved on, and she exhaled. Weslieth's pain and confusion was as sharp in her mind as anything, and she stood a bit shakily.
"Lucky that was my bad leg," she joked to Owethu, and limped down toward the healers, pausing beside Naanell to offer her a hand. "Come on, dear, we can still watch from down there."
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Edison was ready to march right down there and give the black a piece of his mind, along with a piece of his boot. That was his Tesla, and while he wouldn't have traded Esk for the world, he needed to be down there protecting her. He did not care if he and his green were tossed out of wherlinghood and banished from the Weyr for this; there was no way he could simply stand by and watch this travesty continue.
Fortunately, he was not alone in these sentiments. First the white, then Yusk herself took action, and he scowled, pausing with one leg over the barrier, ready to hop down to the sands. But in a moment, his outrage turned into pure joy as he realised that the courageous little white had chosen Tesla. Yes! He'd always known she was marked for something special.
Good wher,[/i] Esk said, and Edison glanced at her in surprise. She immediately proved she was still Esk by adding, Too small. Both too small. Hmphtsks.[/i]
He completed his drop to the sands and reached up to pull his still-growing baby down with him, and they marked right over to Tesla regardless of propriety. That was his surrogate sister, after all, and somebody had to help her. "Carry you to the healers," he offered, crouching beside her, while Esk delicately sniffed at Tessk in search of defects.
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Minute
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Post by Minute on Sept 6, 2012 22:02:25 GMT -5
Late, oh Faranth, she was late to a hatching! What would the leadership think of her? People might begin to think that she was some kind of random slacker! Too much time had been spent making sure that she was always precise and dutiful for that to all go down the drain. Well, at least it's just a wher hatching, she thought to herself. Despite her being a dual candidate she had no plans to actually impress a wher. When becoming a dual candidate she hadn't considered the fact that she might impress a wher, and when that hit her she couldn't bring herself to be rude enough to say 'oops, I made a mistake' and drop out. Instead she simply told herself that she wouldn't get a wher because she didn't want one, they wouldn't want someone that wanted a dragon, right?
As she hurried to get to the sands Fancy clung to her shoulder, chittering in an over excited manner. Naitia allowed her to remain until she reached the hatching sands, when she shooed her away so she wouldn't get hurt by a wherlet. As much as she disliked all colors aside from the originals she found that she loved her firelizard. But she did worry about her. She had a theory that the newer colors were not as healthy as the others, which was why the idea of impressing to a dragon or wher like that upset and partially scared her. To grow to love one of those creatures only for it to sicken and die would be horrible, better to down-right hate them. Part of her feared that her theory extended to firelizards and her beloved pink pet would sicken and die.
Shoving the thoughts out of her mind Naitia entered the hatching sands, eyes widening at the sight. This looked like sheer choas! Wherlets running about, not all traditional colors either. It looked like people had been mauled. In that moment fear ran through her. What if one of them attacked her? She might die because some mutant beast felt like hurting her. When she first became a dual candidate the idea of a wher hatching seemed like a bit of a joke, but now it was all too real.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 6, 2012 22:51:48 GMT -5
The patchy black continued his nearsighted vigil over the candidates, flinching every now and then at the shrieks and other obvious signs of pain and torment. Once in awhile he inched closer, but after his tangle with Abrask, he knew better than to get too near the fray with danger still in store. Meanwhile, an arm punched through the shell of the rocklike egg, and an even more rocklike wher emerged. The dusky sheen of his bronze hide in the dim glowlight was all that distinguished him from a boulder, particularly since, once he had ponderously removed himself from the remnants of his egg, he sat still. Unlike the quiet black, however, he did eventually begin to react to the events that were occurring. With a grumpy sigh, he prepared to move to intercept Yusk’s vicious black. Obviously, it was his duty as leader of this pack to do something about the brat. Even more obviously, he had to do something quickly. He was a bronze, but people were far more invested in their own injuries than in his entrance! That just should not happen. He had a responsibility to make sure these people were healthy enough to appreciate him. However, his preparation took so long that first Tessk, and then Yusk arrived to arrest the bad black before he could even get close. He paused, stumped. That would not do, and he glowered after Yusk. Couldn’t she see that he was here to save the day? What made her think that she was in charge here, just because she was the dam? Oh, well. Justice had been served. That was all that mattered in the end, though his feelings were still a bit hurt that he had not been the one to deliver it. At long last, there was movement from one of the three eggs resting front and center. The dappled green egg burst to reveal a pleasant-looking blue; most of him was a pale, comfortable color, with a darker hue covering his back like a shell. The blue looked around eagerly and set off to meet his brothers. Oh, this was so wonderful! He nosed amiably at the oily black, greeted the bronze, and went toward the patchy black. The patchy black had just made a real move toward the candidates, but all of a sudden, horror came over the blue. Oh, no! What did his brother think he was doing? What were all these things? With mounting dismay, the blue stared at the white cuddling up to the injured girl, at the group either at or on their way toward the feeding area. Oh, nooooo. His head swiveled back toward his mother, and he sustained a great shock at the realization that even his mum had a two-leg standing by her. But...but...surely that wasn’t right! With a howl, he flung himself into the patchy black’s path and set about frantically convincing his brother that this was all so unnecessary. They didn’t need the two-legs. Why would you bind yourself forever to one of them? Why would anyone? They could be so much more powerful as a group! Just look at those goofy squishy vulnerable creatures! They made him sick, they really did. He had this urge to just, to just knock them down and steal their wallets! The patchy black listened closely, but remained unconvinced. The oily black had crept closer and began to puff himself up in mimicry of the blue’s passion. They were a start to a decent posse, but it wasn’t going to be enough, the blue could tell. Obviously he was in charge of this gang, but he needed...he needed... A cunning plan swept over him, and he went rushing off toward Yusk, his brothers following in his wake. The blue peered up at her with his sweetest expression, and for a wonder, it was totally sincere. After all, she was a wher, and therefore deserved his respect. Could the mean black come out and play? The blue would take good care of him and be a really fabulous influence, he promised! His midnight-colored crew assembled, the blue turned his attention back to the candidates and gave a fiendish chuckle. Yes...yes. Things were about to get very interesting indeed. The bronze was having none of this rushing about and impassioned speech-making and all that jazz, and he grumped his way over to the candidates. What rash little creatures, not bothering to honor him with their presence. He didn’t like their ideas, and he didn’t like their hustle. The candidates were okay, though...some of them. But one in particular gave him some trouble. He paused in front of Cilia, looking her critically up and down. She had so much potential, so much, if she could only be persuaded to tone herself down some. He was going to have to bring her a good wher in order to ensure that she became a good handler to add to the pride he would have when he was grown. None of those whers would do, and he glanced back at the eggs. Maybe the sister he could hear scrabbling to escape her egg... No, he decided. He couldn’t trust anybody else with a mission of this much importance. Cilisk here,[/i] he announced, and promptly sat down on Cilia’s feet, not about to move for the world. His tummy was rumbling, but the posse was on its way, and he had to be prepared to fend them off. This would be Cilia’s first lesson in how to be a Cilisk-handler. She needed to calm down and stop wanting to run everywhere all the time. Their duty was right here, and only when it was through would they eat and rest. CILISK THE GEODUDE, IMPRESSED TO CILIA (A7965C)
Cilisk sleeps like the dead and has a personality to match - at least when compared with typical bronzes. He appears at first glance to lack the kinetic impulses of his color, unusually patient, slow, and steady. In fact, he outright despises carelessness and recklessness. This is due less to a hatred of passion, and more to the fact that he is intensely prideful; since he perceives everything as being All About Him, anyone who is rushing about and making rash decisions is clearly not giving him the respect and honor he deserves. He is more than happy to deal out a ponderous blow in punishment to those who do not treat him well, and he is often a bit scowly when in situations where he is not the clear leader. Despite how obnoxious this can be, he is responsible and dutiful, so he at least makes for a good leader. He loves to partake in contests to prove his superiority, but he is a great believer in justice; if someone fairly beats him in a race or wrestling match, he is noble enough to concede the point, though he will proceed to train until he can outmatch them. The one thing he will never be is changeable. He is as stubborn and immovable as a rock, and will only ever change his mind or his views if he can be convinced that it was what he always wanted, actually.
Cilisk is a dusky shade of bronze, the dull metallic sheen of his hide setting him apart from browns and rocks. And yes, he does need to be set apart from rocks; his build is so stocky and well-muscled that when he is asleep, he is virtually indistinguishable from a boulder. He is incredibly large, rivalling some irons.
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