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Post by Reky on Jun 7, 2010 20:09:55 GMT -5
Kesviry, eyes glued to the pink, noticed right away when she started to move again. That, and she noticed how the dragonet had looked at her. Her heart was thudding in her chest as the pink wove through the other girls, even pushing one aside. Kesviry's mind was clicking away. Was the pink coming for her? She had to be. Or, maybe, she was heading for someone behind her? What she just going to say a few words and move off like the black had done? She was awed by how much the suspense in a few seconds was killing her.
Then, she heard the dragon's voice in her head, and caught the rainbow whirl of Impression in her eyes before she started pouncing around. Kesviry's head rang from Karath's screaming voice. Eek! Eek! KesviryMine, they are going to crush your Karath! Kesviry's heart clenched in her chest. She had Impressed! Out of all the candidates there, she had Impressed. There had only been two eggs! The odds had been so low. How...?
She, too, whirled around, trying to keep an eye on Karath as the pink ran around her in a tizzy. Kesviry's wide eyes blinked. "P-please! Calm down! K-Karath!" she spluttered, voice oddly loud and strong and worried for her. The pink stopped moving. Brother who is not a brother is just smart. Maybe. I'm not so sure. But he knew I'd pick you! Karath said.
"He... did?" Kesviry mumbled. Then, she remembered the telepathic way dragons spoke. He did? she repeated.
Well, I think so. Maybe he did! Anyways, even if he didn't, I knew I'd pick you. [/color] The paused, and looked worriedly up at the ceiling. She zipping around Kesviry again. Ohhh, KesviryMine, I do not like that! All that rock! So high up! It's going to fall and crush everyone, I just know it. We should move! The more you move, the less you can be crushed.[/color] Kesviry stared, rather horrified, at her dragon. You... You won't get crushed, Karath. Really.I will!The confused girl chased after her little pink as she headed away, towards the meat buckets set out. Kesviry sure hoped no one would get crushed. That would be terrible. Absolutely terribly. Though, the chances of such a catastrophe happening were slim, she figured. When she caught up with Karath, the pink already had her fuschia muzzle in a bucket, scarfing down the little niblets of meat. The sooner I finish, she explained, The sooner we can get away from all the people! Too many people. It's so dangerous out here, and so big![/color] Kesviry was a little dazed. First, she had Impressed, and second, her dragon was in such a panic right now. She just wanted to calm down and have time to drink it all in, and explain all the reasons that Karath wasn't going to get crushed. She stood over the tiny pink creature, cupping her hands over her nose and mouth and sighing. She dragged her hands down her face. When she looked down, Karath was looking up at her, tail wagging. Don't worry. I'm trying to make sure we don't get crushed, KesviryMine. I love you.And immediately, the sweetness of Karath's voice brought tears to Kesviry's eyes and a smile to her face.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by arratra on Jun 9, 2010 4:26:49 GMT -5
Matren actually felt the dragonet's mind brushing his; he stiffened, touching his temple, but the instant she touched him, she was moving on. Well, no surprise there. She and Matren would be the most unlikely match ever; Matren had a hulking, burly built, a complete contrast to his rangy elder brother, and if anything, he was certain his mental presence was fairly big, too.
And despite being passed up, Matren had a huge grin on his face; he had just witnessed - nay, been a part of - a Hatching! Not everyone could say as much.
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Post by Admin on Jun 9, 2010 20:10:31 GMT -5
I walk a lonely road, The only one that I have ever known, Don't know where it goes, But it's home to me and I walk alone.
Sonia left without a word, slipping out into the bowl on quiet, silent feet, alone and by herself. Her fair wanted to come to her, pressing in against her mind, their presence far stronger than any brief touch from a wandering dragonet, but she ordered them back. She told them not to get into trouble, to stay away from the celebration of the small hatching, and to bide their time. It felt good, to give out those firm orders. It gave her confidence, excreting that control. That day had been a day where she had shifted, taking up a role she had never before dared to accept. However, nothing had changed for her. She still walked alone, unaccompanied except for the faint presence of her fair. The misty air outside the hatching cavern swallowed her up. Two of the others had walked away with a pink and a black. She had clapped for them and their happiness.
A happiness she hardly believed in. Yet, she did believe. Though she hated to admit it and probably never would, Sonia had allowed herself to hope, just for a moment, that she might Impress, that she might be free, and now that hope settled in over her heart as a crushing force, because that hope had turned to disappointment, into all that she feared. She snarled to herself, though her face remained composed, as always. She wasn't broken yet. She had been a fool to hope, an utter fool, but she could still return to her everyday life. Being a candidate was good enough for her and the world turned. She raised her chin a fraction of her an inch and squared her unsubstantial shoulder. It hurt to be left on the sands, to wander out into the bowl without a friend. It dug into her chest like thread, seeking to destroy any traces of sense from her body.
But she would go on just fine. Because it didn't matter. Hopes and dreams were for those with no sense and Sonia liked to think that she had sense, though hardly enough of it. Happiness was a commodity. Though she didn't seemed like one, Sonia had long ago learned to see the world from a cynic's point of view. She was content in her niche, out of sight, out of mind. Somewhere across the bowl, a fair of flitters was waiting, fourteen swirling eyes amongst them. They sang a ragged, humming song, still welcoming the new lives into the world and mourning for their bonded, who they all knew better than. Sonia could hear them, but she pressed them from her mind. For once, she felt utterly alone. She didn't much mind. She had never been looking for friends, though the lack of companionship occasionally hurt. It was best simply not to trust.
I'm walking down the line, That divides me somewhere in my mind, On the border line, Of the edge and where I walk alone.
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Post by aikastarr on Jun 17, 2010 13:44:28 GMT -5
Finally, with a growl and many puncture wounds to the shell, the egg fell away from the large black dragonet that now stood in the remains. He walked with purpose and his head up high towards the white-robed Candidates and sat in front of them to look at all of them knowingly. Krysthanine watched intensely as the knowing gaze swept across the males, and wanted so badly to jump, to scream, anything to get some of her excess joy out of her system when his gaze fell on her. However, he seemed bored and uninterested in her, which made the Candidate’s shoulders fall just slightly. Krys didn’t mind that, however; there was still the Kelly green egg that had yet to hatch. The black turned to a girl that seemed quite terrified of him at first, but finally fell and hugged his neck. Krys clapped for the newly-Impressed, a broad smile suddenly plastered on her face. Who wouldn’t be happy for her?
Her attention was swiftly captured by the grey’s egg, which had gone quiet until now. The mottled egg was flailing to and fro, continually on the brink of tipping when a crack emerged on the side. The split widened as the dragonet inside thrashed, but then the egg grew still, with only the sound of labored breathing to be heard. Unintentionally and unconsciously, Krysthanine leaned a tad forward, becoming absolutely absorbed with the egg. Finally, it tipped and revealed the most amazing pink the Candiadte had seen in her life. With the many colors adorning her gooey hide, she looked like somebody had painted her rather than genetics playing a part in her color. She stifled a giggle as the little pink let loose a shrill squeak-scream and pelted her way towards the females before stopping short of the line. Her heart lifted a bit as the small creature looked at a small group of Candidates (including Ezra) before letting loose a chatter-cry and nudging her way towards Kesviry, bouncing around like a maniac.
Krysthanine hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath while the pink was on the Sands, and finally gasped for air when her lungs began to burn a bit. Her entire body slumped forward, her hands keeping herself propped up on her legs, chocolate hair falling over her shoulder. Once her breathing was back to a normal pace, she let a grin spread over her face and shrugged her shoulders. There would always be more hatchings, and besides, there were only two eggs. With that, she turned and left to celebrate more than just a birthday, but the Impression of two new Riders of Dalibor.
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