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Post by arratra on Jul 12, 2010 23:48:56 GMT -5
Esprith was already obeying the instruction when Valleth arrived. I am full, he said happily, allowing His to rub his eye ridges. M'tren grinned up at the Bronzerider as Esprith stared up at his sire, eyes whirling vibrantly. "I never realised it was like this," he said, his tone filled with joy, "Being joined with a dragon like this... It's incredible. Esprith is... Esprith is perfect for me." You are perfect as well," Esprith said, lidding his eyes and humming as M'tren rubbed his eye ridge.
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Post by Nia on Jul 13, 2010 0:11:43 GMT -5
The Viridian didn't care about the drama going on with the Gold and the Tan. In fact, he didn't acknowledge it at all. They didn't bother him, because he didn't care about them right now. The only thing annoying him were the eggs and how uneven they were. It was all he could focus on, and despite Callistath's constant pushing him away, he would just stand there, watching. His eyes moved to the Black, though unlike the Cyan and Gold before him, he wasn't really a bully. He just saw the Black as the reason why the eggs were out of balance, and why his mind was now out of balance. The Black was blissfully unaware of the Virdian's rising anger as he skipped past, not seeming to care anything but his own happy feelings. The Viridian watched him, glaring with all the force he could muster. Thiswasthereasonhiseggsweren'tstraight. Itmustdie. His thoughts were fast and whirling and erratic as he watched the Black walk past... and then it was gone, out of his vision, and out of his mind.
The Black kept moving, oblivious to all the chaos caused by the Gold as he happily skipped along, enjoying himself. He had so much energy, and so much happiness! Everyone looked so sad, though, he really wanted to make them happy! He was actually rather amused by all their silly faces, enjoying Katheryne and Lesa and all the other hurt girls. Well, not enjoying them, just... amused by, kind of! Right? That was okay. He was just easily-amused, was all. Everything was just so funny, he had to laugh at it! Now... which one of the funny, amusing girls was His? He sniffed at them, poking in close and darting away, enjoying the looks on their faces. He wasn't cruel, he just loved the world and everything in it!
Aha, there. His girl! Oh, she was surrounded by other people! Well that wouldn't do. He nudged his way through them to Impress. You look so funny, TielerMine! But everyone looks so funny. Don't you agree with your Klaisath? he didn't appear to even be able to take the pain that now shot through his mind very seriously. It was laughable! Everyone just needed to laugh some more. Yes. Laughter was good!
Black: Excitable, energetic, easily-amused -Klaisath [agreeable] [000000]
Back with the eggs, the pale yellow, white and black egg began to shake slowly, in an almost delicate way. Cracks splintered down the sides, and the dragonet inside pushed her way out of the egg. It was a Pink, and a very light, pale colored Pink. She looked rather delicate, and a bit undersized, though not sickly looking like the Cyan. She was just little and dainty. She shook herself, trying to clear the egg shells that still stuck to her, but she was definitely having trouble. It was so sticky and they just... stuck to her! She gave a soft little cry as she flailed about, trying to get the eggshells unstuck. It was gross, and she was uncomfortable, and... and... and! And it made her really sad....
The Pink's distress, however, had not reached the Viridian, who had finally turned from the eggs. It pained him, it really did. They were so uneven! So uneven! He had to... had... to.... wait. Wait wait wait. Those... those two-legged things. The Candidates. The humans. Their lines... their lines... weren't lines. They were all over the place, and it set his temper boiling once more. The eggs completely gone from his mind, the Viridian stomped towards the girls, tense as he walked, trying to control himself and remain serious. He shoved one random girl into place and held her there, so she would get the idea to stay. And then the next girl, and then the next. He pushed Kela into place, he shoved Katheryne back into line, and he roughly pushed Lesa back into her spot and away from Tieler. He didn't even look at the girls on the ground, they were out of his line of sight and thus unimportant. But he would make them straight. They would be straight. straightstraightstraightperfectperfectperfect!
After a while of pushing the girls into place and doubling back to make sure they stayed there, something like a drill sergeant, he moved to the boys. There weren't many of them. He shoved at them either way, pushing Ezra into his place and then shoving Cheko as roughly as he shoved the girls. A few more random ones, and then Felix. Backing up, the Viridian's eyes whirled with pleasure. There hadn't been a lot of them, but they fared much better than the girls. No whining. No annoying thoughts. Perfect. Perfectperfectperfectstraight! But he didn't let his happiness show in anything but his eyes, as he stood stiffly, watching them. His focus was completely on them, blocking out the rest of the world. He had to pick from one of them... not that it was a hard choice. In fact, it was easy. There was only one Candidate he even cared to look at directly.
The girls are not straight, F'ixMine. They are not straight. They keep moving. They need to stay straight, he ranted, eyes whirling, Austerath tried to make them straight. But they did not stay, he repeated himself in his obsession, but he didn't seem to notice or care. And despite the pangs of hunger he felt, hunger was not the first thing on his mind. All he wanted to do was obsess over the girls and their line. The boys were fine, though they were moving too and it was starting to get on his nerves. Hopefully His would be able to fix it.
Viridian: Obsessive, crazy, very serious -Austerath [serious] [8DB600] [/size]
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Post by lesa on Jul 13, 2010 0:38:00 GMT -5
Lesa was... displeased. Oh, alright, she was ecstatic for Tieler. Because the black that had shoved her away certainly had Impressed to the other girl - but her friend had no pressure on the wound. The blond herself had toppled backwards at the black's nudging, and that she hadn't really minded, laughing at it in joy. Tieler Impressed! Awesome! But making sure that your new rider stops bleeding is a good thing, little one! Lesa bent back to her task, knowing full well that Tieler was much too preoccupied at the moment.
And it was probably a good thing - the Impressionhigh would make the pain feel like less, a good thing until C'fael got down here with the sharding numbweed! She pressed down hard on the bleeding leg again, settling it firmer into her lap. As she scrunched up her nose to shove her spectacles back in place, she reflected: she was happy for her friend, really she was - Impressed, who didn't want to be Impressed, and the black looked like a healthy fellow, happy and perfect for Tieler! But he really could've picked a better way to go about showing that he was for Tieler, no need to push. "Congrats, Tie, he's gorgeous," she did get out, staring up at the pain-and-pleasure filled face of her friend with a smile.
The Harper was so concentrating on making sure that her friend stopped bleeding that she didn't notice the Viridian until he poked her, hard. Ow! She turned her head to glare at him as he poked her again in the back. Ow, sharding stop it! Begrudgingly (and only because he wouldn't stop) did she move, taking the time to lay Tieler's leg out slowly, to angle it the right way to prevent sand from getting in the still open, sluggishly bleeding wounds. She stood, stepped back and waited, muscles tense.
She would get back to what she had been doing, shardit! She would! Of course, she had to wait until the Veridian moved on to the boys before she did. But she did, scooping Tieler's leg back up quickly and swiftly settling it back down on her thighs, hot sand on her calves forgotten as she pressed down again. Have to get the bleeding to stop by the time C'fael and B'nyur got to them - otherwise all they'd be doing was stopping the bleeding. If she could make sure that they could treat even just Tieler faster, meant they could get to the rest of the injured. Made perfect sense to her, even as she tossed an angry glare at the Veridian. Felix. Oh, she could've guessed. Maybe F'lix's dragon would catch D'ix's later, and save them all the trouble of dealing with the two. Because they were both likely to kill each other come the morning after the flight.[/size]
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Post by raisa on Jul 13, 2010 5:55:57 GMT -5
Partially catching the Candidate that she'd brushed against when she had moved out of the way glaring half-annoyed in her direction, the pale blonde couldn't help but flinch inwardly at this. Hastily murmuring an apology to Lesa at this, she looked back at the eggs, quickly becoming lost in the many hues they presented to the mixed group of Candidates who were waiting for their chance to come. A flash of pink nearby revealed itself to be the Pink Dragonet when she looked up, weaving through the female Candidates and in the process of pushing two of the Candidates aside, as she kept moving, gaining a squeak from one of them as she almost fell over. Sayami couldn't help but feel sorry for those the Pink was shoving out of the way in her quest to find the one to Impress, and she only hoped that someone would catch the Pink's interest soon, to prevent anymore Candidates being pushed around.
Biting her lip nervously as the Pink prowled past her without even stopping, the Brown over by the male Candidates caught her eye as he began to move, slowly but surely across the sands at the same time as the fiery-hued egg began to shake, breaking down the middle to reveal a Green that seemed darker than normal, with odd spots of lighter green on her hide. Entranced by the new Hatchling, Sayami's attention turned to the Green, instead of the Brown, just in time to see another egg break open, this one a Blue who seemed to radiate how happy he was. Now watching the newest arrival on the Sands, she was dismayed to see the Green tripping him up and sending him tumbling into the Brown, who spun round to face him.
Fortunately, the Brown seemed more focused on finding himself his partner as he turned back round, moving towards the males and promptly Impressing one of them. Half-turning to follow the two of them as they communicated, almost missing the Green making her choice a few moments later, turning back round just in time to see the Green stopping in front of one of the other girls. Meanwhile, the Pink and the Blue both seemed to be taking their time when it came to making their choice of partner. A sudden decrease in the noise around her clued the pale-haired Candidate into the fact that another egg had hatched, spilling another Blue onto the sands, larger than the first and also heading forthe males, Impressing quickly upon reaching them.
As another dragonet, a Cyan this time, hatched, Sayami shifted her weight from foot to foot, beginning to grow slightly anxious as the number of Candidates slowly began to thin on both sides. Spotting the Blue Impressing, she clapped slowly for the newest pair while turning her gaze back to the eggs, only to have her attention torn away as the newly hatched Pink suddenly tackled the Candidate that had been nearly pushed over before, bouncing up and down on the girl's chest, having obviously chosen her as a partner. A slight smile tugged at her lips, finding the scene rather amusing. Afterall, it wasn't everyday that a dragonet decided to bounce on their partner's chest.
By now, Sayami's mind and emotions were whirling madly with each new Impression. It seemed like it was never-ending, yet she knew that at somepoint it would have to, and she could only hope by then that she had been lucky enough to be chosen by one of the dragonets. Watching as two more of the nearby Candidates impressed; one to the remaining Pink and the other to the Cyan who'd hatched not so long ago, it seemed like every breath that she took met with someone Impressing, either to one of the odd colors that had hatched, to Gold, or Black, or the odd masculine Green.
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Post by jack on Jul 13, 2010 11:33:11 GMT -5
Dragonets came and dragonets went, from Pinks and Cyans to a Brown and a Viridian and a particularly bratty Gold. Felix watched them all with thoughtful attention, but he really had eyes only for those that wandered close. So when one in particular--a Cyan with a streak of narcisissm--strode past him, he lifted a brow and turned to see it Impress to...Dramix.
A snide little smirk slid onto the trader's lips as he looked at the bully and his female dragonet, and he shot the other a wink. "Congratulations, Dixie." A light laugh and his attention had wandered again, watching the dragonets. He would have plenty of time to torment his arch nemesis later. For now...he still had to Impress. If he didn't...well....it would be significantly more difficult to bother D'ix if he had something large enough to eat him without competition.
Speaking of competition, it seemed that foul-tempered creature they claimed was a Gold was taking quite a bit of it out of the game. He barely held in a laugh--a sound that Tapestry happily relayed with a soft chortle of approval--as the dragoness turned on the girls, but he let a smug little look spread into his eyes. It was...satisfying to see the brats go down. They'd barked at him, called him stupid, followed him just to inform him he was an idiot when they themselves had no idea what had been going on behind the scenes. Well here they were, getting their just desserts. All those fools who had been so intent on looking perfect for the teacher--warping their own thoughts to be perfect for this disgusting creature now ripping her claws through their flesh--were toppling down to the Sands like leaves. He chuckled. Revenge was absolutely delicious. And it wasn't like any of them would be scarred. The Queen had gone much lighter than she had to.
Smirking as the creature was lead off the Sands, he diverted his gaze, catching for a moment the shifting of a body in the Stands out of the corner of his eye.
Kaitecoon settled himself again after the Queen had left, breathing a sigh of relief as he noticed the girls begin to shift and move again. The Healers were on the move, and it was a good thing. He didn't know what he'd do if someone had died on the Sands. What a horrible thing to happen on what should be a wonderful day. But soothing to the Harper's rising nerves, dragonets were arriving to the injured girls, helping them away to safety. He smiled, watching one girl assist another, and his white teeth gleamed as a cheerful Black slid to the downed Candidate's side.
"What a relief." He chuckled softly, looking to the side at a man nodding in agreement. "I suppose. I'm sure the little creatures deserved it though," The man--a Bluerider, Kaitecoon realized as he noticed the strange man's knots--rumbled, adjusting a set of bronzed glasses on his nose, "Women are perhaps the worse thing to have ever happened to mankind. Their feelings will one day destroy the world of science." A short humph and the man was gone, leaving Kaitecoon to stare after him in mild shock.
He blinked and shook his head, looking up to mumble under his breath. High above him, another man was mumbling under his breath, although the rider's smug whisperings were more akin to the foreign blue-rider's than Kaitecoon's.
"Serves the brats right." T'el chortled, licking his lips as he leaned further over the rail, Sjueth shifting to watch him warily, "Girls are icky." He shot a side glance to the girl who had arrived a few minutes previously, his lips curling into a toothy grin. B'rak snorted and pulled Sol closer to himself, arching a white brow with warning at the ironrider. The man laughed and the Bronzerider snorted again, pressing a lip to the top of his mate's skull. "M'sorry. He's a wherry brain at the best of times." A wink and Shoth let out an even louder snort, rustling his wings at the stupidity of his rider.
Far beneath the Iron and Bronze Kings, a king of sort was on the move, and Felix watched with a lifted brow as he asserted himself to the sides of the girls, roughing pushing and prodding them until they were in a basic line. The Viridian--as they had named themselves previously--strode his way to the boys and began to the same treatment, going so far as to jab Felix as well until they were all in a nice lane. He blinked, meeting the dragonet's smugly whirling eyes, and both brows shot up as the creature spoke.
The girls are not straight, F'ixMine. They are not straight. They keep moving. They need to stay straight, The teenager stared as the dragonet's eyes began to whirl with displeasure, Austerath tried to make them straight. But they did not stay.
His attention was wandering, eying the boys as they shifted out of line, and F'ix could feel the rising annoyance in the large dragonet mixing in with frustration and annoyance. The brunette laughed--a smirk sliding into place--and Tapestry gave a short screeech as the boy reached out, catching Austerath's nose. Smiling happily, the teen slid his hand up the dragon's skull, gently patting his head. "Don't stress over things, Austerath. Girls are disgustingly wiggly things. But don't worry--we'll find a way to set them on the right track."
Grinning, he gestured to the bowls with his head and turned, striding off the Sands. He proudly took a place next to D'ix, lifting his brows in silent challenge as he invaded the man's space to press a peck of a kiss on the other's cheek. "Looking forward to Flights, Dixie." He snickered. winking, and went back to Austerath's side, skillfully slicing up small enough pieces for the distracted dragonet's mouth. The Viridian took one look at the first piece and set F'ix with a look. That piece is highly irregular, F'ixMine. It should be square--with straight lines. It is important for everything to be straight and uniform and-- "Perfect?" Austerath gave a somewhat smug look, his eyes whirling with approval as F'ix offered a perfectly--or as perfect as a knife in a weyrling's hands could be--squared chunk. The dragonet took it and it was gone in one gulp, the creature licking his chops exactly four times before taking another piece. F'ix tried to hide his amusement--failing miserably as the Viridian tilted his head and set the boy with a stare--as he set back to work. This would be...an interesting partnership.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 13, 2010 13:03:13 GMT -5
The Viridian, Nyat noticed, didn't seem to have reacted to the Gold's mauling of the Candidates at all. He was far too focused on the eggs, it seemed, to care about anything else, no matter how much his mother might try to push him back. He seemed quite fixated on those eggs, furious and almost obsessed with them. When the Viridian turned his gaze towards the black, he seemed angry, furious even. He was almost worried about yet another mauling on Dalibor's sands, but the moment the Black passed out of his field of vision, the Viridian seemed to relax. Well, relax wasn't the proper word, but he seemed less furious.
Anyways, the Black seemed mostly interested in the females, skipping along as well as a fourlegged creature could past the Candidates, seemingly untouched by all the blood on the Sands. The Black seemed to enjoy playing with the Candidates, dashing up to the female Candidates and then lunging away, just as happy as ever. It didn't take long for the Black to Impress, however, to one a female Candidate that had been mauled by the Gold.
Nyat clapped absently, glancing towards the eggs in time to see yet another egg begin to crack open, looking about as delicate as an egg could. Which is to say, it hardly looked delicate at all, but compared to some of the more violent Hatchings, it did look rather . . . delicate, which made sense considering what the egg was cracking open to reveal; a small, delicate looking Pink, who promptly shook herself, looking like she was trying to clean her hide of the egg goop that clung to her hide. She looked quite distressed about this fact, but luckily for her, her distress didn't seem to have reached the Viridian, which he rather figured because it hadn't rounded on her like he'd nearly rounded on the Black.
Besides which, the Viridian had turned away from the eggs, staring at the Candidates, stomping towards the female Candidates. Was he going to Impress to one of them? Nyat watched this carefully, gaze following the form of the Viridian as he pushed girl after into . . . a line? Was he going for a straight line? Every time a girl moved out of line, he was there, ready to stop them. He half expected him to Impress to one of the girls for a while, but the Viridian was marching towards the boys. He shoved the Candidates that were stupid enough to get the Viridian's attention; Nyat found himself edging back in line until he was directly next to those next to him. He didn't want to be shoved. The Viridian passed Nyat without incident, and he breathed a sigh of relief, watching the Viridian Impress to one of the boys. He clapped absently for the Viridian's Impression to the boy.
The dragonet had Impressed, and that was that. It was gone and off the Sands. Well, not exactly. But, you know, figuratively. The dragonet had Impressed to someone else, so it wasn't Impressing to him. He didn't suppose he was too worried by his lack of Impression so far. Sooner or later, he'd Impress, whether it was today or never, and he was going to find it somewhere in that heart of his to be happy for his friends that had Impressed without being jealous. Obviously jealous, anyways. He could be jealous somewhere in his heart, but he wasn't going to ruin their moments. Not Myra's or anyone else's.
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Couineth was showing no intentions of slowing down, gobbling down every bite of meat provided by Hers and then some. She was tired of these self-centered lesser dragons trying to steal things that were rightfully hers! They weren't getting her meat, though, if she had to eat all of it right then! Her thoughts continuing along this bratty tangent, she eat like a machine, despite the fact that she was beginning to feel full. Couineth absolutely refused to let these lesser dragonets take her meet and she was going to eat all of it. None of them were going to be taking her things. Never!
Rayna patted the dragonet's head affectionately, glancing in the direction of the Hatching Sands, noting the fact that there were no dragonhealers on the Sands with a slight widening of her eyes. That wasn't good. The main reason, well, secondary, the main being that Impression was distracting, that she hadn't payed much attention to those mauled on the Sands was that she'd thought there would be dragonhealers to help them. Because, you know, they were all bloody on the Sands and stuff. You'd think they'd let dragonhealers on the sands, or at the very least, someone other than the Candidates to treat the other Candidates. But that's what it looked like was happening... Rayna was worried by that. Why weren't there healers on the Sands?
And then a petulant voice resounded in her mind. Couineth. Of course. Why do you care about them? Your Couineth is soooooooo much better than them! Don't bother with them! They don't matter! [/i] Whining, and bratty, but still a dragonet. It was . . . strange to share her thoughts with this Gold, but Rayna could get used to it. She didn't answer the Gold's comment, however. There wasn't any way she could really think of to say in response to that. Instead Rayna continued feeding Couineth, trying to figure out when the Gold would be full, though it was kind of hard to do that as her mind wandered down possible paths her future might take. Impression would change a lot of things. Especially to, well, a Queen. Things would be changing now. Which wasn't so bad, Rayna supposed as she mechanically fed Couineth, grabbing a bit of meat each time Couineth grabbed one from her hand. Change wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either. Change was change, after all. Anyways, the arrival of Valleth and L'ven was unnoticed by the weyrling pair until the Bronze spoke, lowering his head to be on the same level as the Hatchlings. Only eat until you are just satisfied, as soon as you feel full, stop. Valleth stated in Couineth's mind. The Gold huffed indignantly, staring at Hers. Mine, do you hear him trying to order us around like he's so much better than us? I'm a Gold. He's nothing but a Bronze.[/i] Her voice resounded petulantly in the mind of Hers. Couineth wasn't going to let anyone tell her what to do, not even a Bronze, so just to be contrary, she ate another few bites from Hers before stopping. Miiiiiiine, I'm full now. The rest of them need to be done eating so we can all go. Self-centered things, making the rest of us wait! Especially since I want to gooooooo.[/i] Her voice echoed in Hers' mind as Couineth stared at Hers. She wanted to go! This wasn't fair! Why couldn't they already be Impressed so that she didn't have to wait around for them? Honestly. They were such self-centered lesser dragons. This was why she was Queen. She was so much better than them! Rayna, however, was paying attention to L'ven's words. Don't let them gorge themselves. Otherwise you'll be cleaning up dragon puke all night, and I know that's not how you want to spend your first night as Dragonriders! Especially you, miss. He added that last part, glancing in her direction, towards Couineth who was intent on eating every last bit of meat. Or, well, she had been, because she was stopping now, after a few more bites to be contrary. It didn't take long after that for Couineth's voice to echo in her mind as Rayna eyed L'ven. She wasn't sure she liked being singled out for this, but she figured he'd felt like he'd had to say it. Ah well. At this rate, Couineth was going to get her singled out quite a bit. Still, she wouldn't trade her dragonet for the world. "Yessir." Rayna said at last, casting a glance at Couineth, who was eying the nearly empty bucket, Don't eat anymore, all right? Besides which, Couineth was full. She was just trying to make sure none of the other dragons took her meat, which was a little silly. Why don't you just guard the meat so that the other dragonets can't get to it? She felt kind of guilty feeding those bratty thoughts, but she figured that would give Couineth a nice compromise. She wouldn't have to eat anymore, but she would be able to keep the other dragonets away from her meat. Like anyone would want to steal the meat that Couineth had eaten nearly all of, but . . . Couineth seemed to think both of Hers' suggestions were worth listening to, if not obeying, but that was probably because they came from Hers, and she and Hers were significantly better than these . . . other dragonets and Theirs. Especially since they were all self-centered and couldn't be bothered to do anything good for their Queen. So she wouldn't eat anymore, as Hers had suggested. She was kind of full anyways, and she didn't want to be throwing up all night, as Hers had heard the bronze's rider suggest. Ew. That would be so nasty! So no, she wouldn't eat anymore. But she wasn't going to let any of these dragonets try and take her meat![/size][/blockquote]
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Post by purnip on Jul 13, 2010 16:21:45 GMT -5
Ever since the Gold hatched, L'am started to watch the Hatching more closely. His guess, depending on what little he knew about the Candidates this round, that the young Queen would likely go to Sonia. It would have been just his luck if that had happened. No. Instead he started to see why that Gold wouldn't be fit for the job. She was snobbish and absolutely bratty. He couldn't hear her speak and yet he could tell with all her mannerisms just what sort of young Queen she was. He glanced back at the group below again and knew it wouldn't go to the one Candidate he had the pleasure to meet.
He was right, more so when a pale Green Impressed to Sonia instead. He clapped deftly, watching with a very neutral expression. This wasn't going to change much, but it did take the urgency out of matters. It was no longer utterly necessary to go easy on Sonia. Besides, she had to pay for what she had done. L'am wasn't big on vengeance, but he had his ways about him. The girl was too interesting to simply blow off. Her dragon could present a problem if she's anything like her rider however. She had ignored the prissy Gold on the Sands the same way Sonia ignored him. At least it didn't reveal a flaw in temper.
But what a Hatching this turned out to be. Two new colors, which Lebeth confirmed quite merrily were legitimate. New dragons! he had cried out in his rider's mind, stretching his neck out as if it would truly help to get a better view. Wonderful, yes. Do you suppose they'd love to meet their big brother?
Perhaps after they've fed and slept, Lebeth. Give them time, L'am thought in response. Judging by the sizes of those dragons below, he couldn't determine just where they stood in ranking. The Viridians were still just...Greens in his eyes. Simply male instead of female. What made them different from Yellows, Grays, and Whites that could be of either gender? Just a name really. Viridian. That's but another shade of green, isn't it?
But Tans made a little more sense. They were too pale a Brown to be considered as such, and their genders were different. He wondered if they were Sub-Queens perhaps, like Oranges and Reds. If so, then power to them. More clutching dragons would be necessary during the next threadfall. That was supposed to be pretty soon too.
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Ressouth didn't eat much, which made a lot of sense for a dragon her size. She kept eying Couineth with a challenging stare, huffing and pointing out every single little flaw she could see or any that she could make up on the spot. D'ix had tuned her out minutes ago. He was staring off at the Sands and at those Candidates that haven't Impressed yet. What a bunch of tools. They should high-tail it out of here before they get stuck with an overgrown permanent roommate. D'ix would probably appreciate every day of his lone life if he could get it back again, yet he wasn't denouncing his Impression just yet. He simply tolerated Ressouth's haughty attitude by blowing her off. The Cyan probably noticed, because her snide comments became fewer as she actually took a break from criticizing the Gold and looked around.
Pff...everyone should start leaving now. The best part's over, she grumbled, staring at the stands. Don't they have better things to do? Huh?
D'ix closed his eyes for a moment, realizing that he had just stopped tuning his dragon out. "No. Doesn't look like it," he replied, sounding pretty weary. He felt like he was just chained to another inmate in this lousy weyr. He couldn't quite get over it. He opened his eyes again just in time to see F'ix Impress. He started to smirk, snicker even. "Look who's a Greenrider now," he said to himself pretty smoothly. Probably the only great news all day.
Ressouth double-took at F'ix, though her focus was on Austerath and not his human. Oh please. That's the second Viridian already! Told you, didn't I? They're going to end up being about as rare as wherries! she scoffed. She seemed to be pretty pleased at herself for being right. She would show it in the manner she held herself--proud, tall, and boisterous. She seemed like a Queen trapped in a Fighter's body, for all the right reasons.
A Viridian? So basically a male Green. D'ix folded his arms, but he didn't feel threatened by any of that. A male Green would probably take the crown for the most worthless dragon title. "Whatever. He's got what he deserves." He let a smug expression form upon his face, which didn't disappear until F'ix was on his way over with his oh-so-special Viridian. D'ix watched him, smirking all the while, but he didn't expect the peck on the cheek that preceeded one eerie message.
"Looking forward to Flights, Dixie."
Suddenly D'ix was going cold, even on these hot Sands. He had forgotten. All this time he worried about being stuck with Ressouth for the rest of his natural life and he had forgotten the most embarrassing element. Ressouth was female. This would mean, since she was not a White, that she would Fly in about two turns and get chased by males. Males which are normally Impressed by male humans. Males that included that Viridian.
He started to hear laughter, which was easily identified as Ressouth's for its unmistakable cackle. Get caught? By a Viridian? Ha! That'll be the day!
That was great but--
D'ix finished glaring after F'ix to glance to his Cyan. "You're not going to. You're not going to Fly."
Ressouth stayed quiet for about three seconds, which was surely a new record. Then she gave a snort and started to chuckle. I've got to Fly. It's what we do! But no one has to catch me. None of them probably can, she said with an air of smugness all her own.
They better not catch you, his mind shot back sharply. He didn't want F'ix to know what sort of conversation was transpiring.
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 13, 2010 17:03:50 GMT -5
As soon as she was up, it seemed that more Impressions had occurred. Really? They were happening that fast?! Katheryne wiped the tears from her face but to no avail. It seemed that she was just a river of emotion today. Odd, since she rarely showed much emotion in her life.
Well, as if she had some 'lonely' sticker attached to her forehead, a girl holding another girl randomly appeared beside her. "Onipa'a. It means to be steadfast." Katheryne's eyes went wide as she watched Loto, unsure of what to say in return. What could she say to that? It was a nice gesture, but...she looked and felt completely wretched at that point. No encouraging words could really be said to make the shy girl feel even a bit better. She just wanted to run, run away from it all! To be with Char, and her gitar, all alone...maybe things were better for her that way? She couldn't get hurt that way...
Before she could re-open her mouth to respond, something large was coming at her. Not AGAIN! Kat's eyes spilled more tears as the dragonet shoved her over. While the creature's intent was to keep her in a line (as she had noticed he was a rather compulsive hatchling from his earlier antics), all she managed to do was to fall over once more, but this time she happened to fall face first. Into the sand. With an open mouth.
Not only that, but her face was still wet, so the gritty stuff stuck to her cheeks, and her elbows were scratched up from the way she fell. Which was definitely awkward. When Katheryne sat up, her puncture wound was covered with sand, and the stuff definitely made THAT feel worse. With all of that going on, the candidate decided to stay sitting down.
Who cared if she Impressed? Her one friend had already done so, and there weren't many eggs left. She didn't even care at that point. What dragon, what amazing creature, could possibly want her when she was like this? Beaten, broken down...(okay, so she WAS being a bit dramatic, but still..), nothing would want her, not even a stinky runnerbeast would want to be around her now.
So, full of sadness, disgust and hatred for herself and her stupid 'let's become a Candidate!' idea, Katheryne scooted as far away from Loto and the other girls as possible, wanting to be alone and out of sight to anyone around her. She was pathetic. She wanted to run away.
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Myra sighed as Avith finished feeding. It sure did take a long time for dragonets to eat. But then again, they had just been born so...hopefully they wouldn't eat this much in the future. The cyan seemed to note Hers' thoughts, and she turned to the girl with a serious expression. I assure you, this is a one time thing. The hatchling's eyes shot toward the gold, who seemed to be guarding the leftover food she could not eat. This greatly annoyed Avith, who had so boldly stood up to others larger than her when she was on the Sands. Myra, too, watched the gold, then she turned back to the cyan.
Don't tempt her to do anything stupid. Myra warned, patting Avith softly. The dragonet's claws were digging into the ground below her, but she stayed where she was, her eyes never leaving the gold. Fine, Mine. But listen here, gold. Avith spoke toward the newly hatched queen with a firm but not rude tone. Do not keep the others from eating. That is something a queen should not do. Myra only sighed, rolling her eyes. Hopefully this wouldn't end up badly.
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Post by Admin on Jul 13, 2010 17:48:45 GMT -5
When I first saw you I knew, Nothing's like it used to be, Boy, you have got to be The finest thing in history.
The tan out of Kalith's clutch remained utterly oblivious, wandering forward with loving cheer. She understood that people had been hurt; she could feel them. However, she couldn't quite figure out what was going on around her. Poor dear, she really wasn't all the smart. She shifted from side to side, put off by the pain in front of her, sympathetic but unsure of what to do. At long lost, she hopped forward, offering Medusa a nudge to see if she was alright despite the fact that the scrappy girl was not her rider. She wasn't smart enough to figure out that she was supposed to find some right person. She simply wanted them all to stop hurting. Would they do that for her? It would be very nice. She felt very, very bad for them, empathic to her core. It hurt her, confusing her already bewildered mind beyond the point of no return. She didn't like pain.
Unlike the tan, the cyan had things under control, her dreamy mindset no obstacle to her. It had been a long journey, but she had at last made it. Still, there was farther to go and she sagged as she struggled past candidate after candidate, her mind starting to drift farther and farther from her as her muscles began to weaken. Though her mind continued to wander, she no longer had the attention to even be distracted anymore. It was just an endless journey. Perhaps it was too long for her, but she wasn't about to give up. She was a cyan, the original new thing of Dalibor, lacking in pride but fearless besides. She had her dreams, even if she was weaker than all the others. If she tried, she could go farther. She knew she could, as long as she kept from getting distracted. Everyone loves an underdog. She believed in herself.
Ooh, person! At long last! Legs finally giving out, the cyan collapsed in front of the boy that she wanted. N'atMine, your Duermoth found you. Now I think that I will sleep and dream of distant things; she said, humming faintly to herself. Her eyes began to close, but she seemed quite happy, snuggling at her rider's feet like a loyal dog. In appearance, she was more like a giant, rangy cat, but that hardly mattered. She loved him and she had much to dream about, her thoughts flying about, distracting themselves without any help. With N'at at her side, no matter his own strength, she didn't feel as weak. She felt happy with her N'at. Oh, the things that they would do! It didn't matter what color she was or who she was. All that truly mattered was that she loved him and she had the attention span and body strength of a tinsel dog.
The little gloomy egg in the back row of Kalith's clutch was starting to crack, rocking shakily from side to side. It was not particularly noticeable with all the chaos on the sands, but it began to gather speed as it went. After a few moments, it tipped over and rolled several feet across the warm ground. Finally, at last, it broke and out popped a nimble little black, long of wing and tail. He eyed the world with a determination to his manner. Like most blacks, he was very black, bound to be smaller than all but grays and whites. His distinctness came from his behavior, the energy that he had to him. Even with the tans and the gold and the viridians of the world, he wasn't about to go unnoticed. His deep black hide glinted faintly in the light of the cavern and he skittered forward, ignoring the example of some of his siblings, covering ground with good speed.
The black quickly found something useful to do. Hopping right over to the candidates, he proceeded to gnaw daintily on Lesa's leg, quite hungry. Ignoring the fact that her limb was not providing him with any nutrition, he continued at it for several moments. No effort to remove him looked like it would work and exactly dissuade him from what he was doing. He was hungry, nomnomnom, so very, very hungry, practically starving! While he didn't particularly want to eat a human, what else was he supposed to be? A feisty little beast, he tried going at Lesa's legs from several different angles, always gnawing away it. Blood started to seep out from a couple of holes, though he was being fairly gentle. He didn't really like the salty flavor that it had, preferring the actual action of gnawing on her limbs and chewing her up to actually having to taste her flavor.
Eventually, the black did dart off, voracious appetite and spirit driving him to other things. Namely, he went off and found his rider, the perfect one for him! Food time! XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat; he cackled and that was all he said, quickly falling quiet. He used actions instead of words, settling down to gnaw on her feet, apparently not bothered by the fact that he was thus chewing on his own rider. If he accidentally swallowed a foot, it wouldn't kill her. He smiled a devilish little smile up at her, flicking his tail as he nipped at her toes. He did want to be fed. In fact, he would always want to be fed. He was hungry little beast, putting all his drive into his desire for food, and he certainly had drive, more than feisty enough to some damage. However, he knew to keep himself in mostly check, managing to avoid doing damage with his chewing.
I'll eat you up, Your love, your love, I'll eat you up, Your love, your love.
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 13, 2010 21:41:09 GMT -5
As Cheko watched the Gold, he suddenly became very glad he was a boy. Not that he had ever wished he was a girl, but when a bratty Queen is mauling every girl in sight, it comes natural to thank Faranath for bring born with certain parts. Luckily, the Queen Impressed. But, unfortunately, Cheko wasn't to be left alone.
No, soon, a Viridian from Callistath's clutch came prowling to the Candidates. He was not able to mess with the eggs as he had wanted. Nor was he able to mess with the black as he wanted. Instead, he was going to mess with the Candidates. He began pushing the girls around, even though they had just gotten mauled by the Gold.
Then he made his way to the boys. There were only a few boys before Cheko and he heard himself audibly curse as the Viridian tried to put him in place. For being easily the smallest boy there, he didn't see the reason for him to be pushed harder than the Viridian seemed to push the rest.
Cheko fell back,wincing as hot sand slid down his robe. He jumped up and quickly did a dance to try and get it out. He wasn't hurt. Maybe a bruise or something, but he got bruises all the time. He was a boy, after all, barely old enough to Stand.
Polo trilled angrily at the Viridian and flew in the air,giving the male green a piece of his mind. Of course, no one heard though. Polo eventually gave up and flew back to His. Cheko accepted the firelizard in his arms and hugged him so he was facing the eggs. It left Cheko holding his arms awkwardly out in the air with a space between him and his arms.
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Post by matsi on Jul 13, 2010 22:10:29 GMT -5
Catori watched her new little green with amused and glittering silver-blue eyes. Her dirty blond hair was pushed behind her ears neatly as Koketeth ate quickly. She was amused by how the little, well, small, dragonet sat there eating like it would be her last meal. Every once in a while, Koketeth looked back at Hers, making sure she was still there, then went back to eating. Catori kept looking over her shoulder back at the sands, looking as more and more dragonets hatched and made their way towards the feeding area.
CatoriMine, Your Koketeth was hungry! I am better now! Not done, but better! Koketeth looked at Catori, her eyes whirrling with happy colors as she spoke. She licked her lips a few times, then was soon back at jamming meat down her throat. Catori laughed at the little creature with love and admiration. Take your time, Koketeth. We are in no hurry,[/i] She spoke through her mind. Oh how different it was! She loved it. It made her feel...well, more complete! She felt as if part of her own heart was put back into place. She hadn't realized how much she was missing. She thought that it would be a indifferent change, one that you would barely notice. No, she was wrong. It was so much different. It was almost easier on her mind. She didn't have to hold in every thought and every dream. She had someone to share them all with. Of course, CatoriMine! I am you and you are me now! The little dragonet crooned as she looked back up at Hers. Her eyes were not locked onto Catori for long though. That Viridian is too big too! Why are there none that arn't too large, Mine? Will there be some that are perfect sized?
Catori couldn't help but laugh out loud at what Koketeth asked. She smiled and pat her smooth green head. Yes, Koket, we will make sure to find you a perfect male! He is out there somewhere, Little one,[/i] She had to take deep breaths to keep from laughing more. Koketeth looked at her with slightly confused eyes. Why was hers laughing? Did she do something? Oh well, it didn't matter! Hers said that there would be a perfect male. Yes, she wanted nothing but perfection! Yes, she did know she had quite some time until a Male would be USEFUL, but that didn't mean she couldn't look!
I am finished, Mine! What do you think of Him, Mine? With the Cyan? Is he too small for you? He looks small! Koketeth looked at N'at and his little Cyan, making Catori look at him also. Once again, Catori started giggiling. Yes, Koketeth, he is too small. Not my type,[/i]
Then he is not my type too!
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jul 13, 2010 22:59:29 GMT -5
Stay on streets of this town And they'll be carving you up all right
Xela flinched instinctively when the little black bullet that turned out to be a firelizard dive-bombed at her head, but she didn't let Tieler's words affect her in kind. She would have been highly surprised if the conflict-loving Candidate hadn't had some strong words for her, but the threat didn't scare her at all. The Sands were a tough place to be today, with at least a half-dozen girls still lying on the ground, bleeding, from the Gold's rampage, and now they were all being shoved roughly into place by that strange Viridian dragon, but at least he wasn't drawing blood. However, without a doubt, this was still the most violent Hatching Xela had ever seen. Even the renegade dragonets had behaved far better! If the Candidates weren't paying attention, particularly the female ones, they'd be knocked down and taken out, perhaps more than once!
However, even if Tieler didn't appreciate Xela trying to help stifle the bleeding, her little Black (who had apparently completely forgotten his attempt three seconds ago to attack her) perched on her shoulder and rubbed at her face. Xela reached up a hand to scratch his tiny head, if he would let her. At least someone appreciated it. Then, suddenly, she was being yelled out. Xela looked up with mild surprise. Putting pressure on the wound was the best way to make the bleeding stop. Tieler was hurt, but not enough to require a tourniquet, surely. That was something she'd never attempt; the risk of cutting off bloodflow completely was too serious. And this girl was a Harper, wasn't she? Well, whatever, Xela wasn't going to argue too much. She wasn't going to put on the tourniquet, though. "Sorry 'bout the dirt," she said, admitting that the Lesa girl had a point, "but the weave in these robes is made to be tough and not fray. You're not gonna get fibers in a wound from these." She did step back, though. She had only wanted to help, to make peace with Tieler, but obviously Lesa wanted to treat her far more. Fine, then. So be it.
Say you gotta stay hungry Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight
During this time, Xela had stopped paying so much attention to the dragonets and the eggs. She looked up every now and then, but that was mostly to make sure there weren't any more crazed dragonets hell-bent on making the Sands as red as Izkeeyerdath's hide than to watch the unfolding spectacle. It was not the first Hatching she had seen and she was sure it wasn't her last. She just hoped she didn't miss the hatching of her own dragonet. However, the Hatching made her watch it when a bouncing, bumbling Black hatchling nosed through their little trio, seeming happier and more curious than virtually every Black Xela had ever seen, even topping many Pinks. He was so close... was he Hers? She didn't think so. He just... didn't have quite the right vibe to him! Her suspicion was proved a few seconds later when he nudged her aside (she quickly got out of his way) and Impressed to Tieler.
"Congratulations," Xela added to Lesa's enthusiastic exclamation, giving the new Weyrling a small smile. She was glad that Tieler had Impressed. Perhaps the happy little Black would help her mellow out, too. Faranth knew she could definitely learn how to take it down a notch or two! However, seeing Tieler Impress literally three feet in front of her only increased Xela's own longing for a dragon. All the hope and anticipation had been building throughout the Hatching, and now, with Plaisath's Impression, it had grown to almost a physical ache. With Tieler Impressed and Lesa fussing over her, Xela straightened and watched the Hatching once more, trying to search Hers out. If her desire for a dragon was a hunger, then she was starving.
I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
Earlier, she had not paid particular attention to individual 'riders and individual dragons. She had kept her eyes glued on the few she had thought would be the best partners, like the Green that had Impressed to Gaige, and she had dismissed the rest. Now, she was dismissing none of them. That awful Viridian Impressed to that equally awful Felix. Well, that was fitting. A dragon who had made himself unpopular picked a Candidate that had also made himself unpopular. The Tan was still there, near Medusa. The Pink who seemed unable to escape her eggshells was still there. The skinny Cyan was still there-- she looked a little spacey, but she could be interesting to ride. Then, the Cyan was walking over to the boys, and before Xela could blink, she had Impressed to one of them. Xela refused to be disappointed, refused to be nervous. She refused to doubt that Hers was here. She or he had just not hatched yet!
She watched the eggs, mostly uninterested in either the Tan or the Pink that was still on the Sands. Then, one small, unobtrusive one in the back began to rock forcibly. After several moments, it finally overcame its center of balance and tipped over, rolling several feet before, at long last, spilling out its habitant. The Black inside got to his feet quickly and surveyed everything around him. Immediately, Xela was drawn to him. He was only the second truly interesting dragonet she had seen that Hatching, after Faibeth. He radiated that energy. That vibe. He was a good, solid fighter color, built for agility and nimbleness. Physically, he was good, but nothing special. He was no shiny Gold. He was no novelty Tan or Viridian. But he was not throwing temper tantrums. He was not proclaiming to the world that he was special. Instead, he singled himself out with an air of quiet determination, of subtle but strong purpose. To Xela, it was far more eye-catching than any blinding hide. She watched him.
I need a love reaction C'mon now, baby, gimme just one look
The Black wasted no time. He scampered across the Sands quickly, covering the ground well despite the fact that he was an awkward hatchling and a dragon hatchling at that. He wasn't just aura. He could move, too. In that moment, Xela went beyond simply being interested in him and decided that she wanted him. She wanted him to Impress to her. Unfortunately, as she had already seen, it wasn't her opinion that mattered. She could only pray that he would find her as worthy of being his mindmate as she found him. But to her delight, he was heading straight for where her, Lesa, and Tieler were standing. Despite her vow not to be disappointed when a dragonet did not Impress to her, Xela felt her hopes rising and rising as he got closer and closer. But, then, he slid right past her and started chewing with great interest on Lesa's leg.
Xela eyed him intently. She didn't think he had Impressed to Lesa. She hoped he hadn't Impressed to Lesa. If he did Impress to someone other than herself, she wanted it to be at least someone worthy. She wasn't sure she liked Lesa all that much. Too much hot air! Xela looked away for a moment, making sure that the Tan and the Pink still hadn't Impressed. They hadn't, and no more eggs had hatched, so she turned back to the Black, who was still gnawing on Lesa's leg. He moved around and tried other angles, obviously not going to be deterred from what he was doing, not even to Impress. Then, all of a sudden, he darted off, completely forsaking Lesa. Xela's eyes grew wide as he dropped Lesa's leg and came right towards her. Her heart raced, and she held her breath. Come on! she silently willed the Black, wanting the wait to be over, wanting to be a dragonrider, wanting to be the 'rider of this particular, wonderful, fascinating little dragonet! She just wanted that one look, that one look of Impression!
You can't start a fire you can't start a fire without a spark
XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat, the Black dragonet said, words appearing perfectly clear in her head, making that split second eye contact of Impression before settling down to gnaw at her foot. Xela gave a small shout of triumph before bending down to hug Almuth fiercely. "Almuth, Almuth," she repeated his name happily, loud enough for those on the Sands who wanted to listen to be able to hear. It was the most wonderful name in the world because it belonged to her dragon. Her dragon. She was filled to the brim with love for the creature clasped in her arms and joy that she had Impressed him. Xela let go of Almuth and cradled his head in her hands, interrupting his gnawing, and grinned back at him. She was deliriously happy, but returned his devilish smile, thinking of all they would do together!
"Let's go," Xela said, getting to her feet and trotting off smartly towards where the other new Weyrlings were gathered, feeding their dragons. Baby dragons were famished when they Impressed, and Almuth was worst than most. She could feel his hunger pains as keenly as if they were her own. It was a queer sensation! Almuth was half a beat slow getting off the mark after her, but he caught up easily. He did not jog easily like she did, or trot like a runner. He was all bounding little dragonet and skittering Black hatchling, uncoordinated and looking a little-out-of-control yet possessing a certain type of grace and promise of what was to come. Xela could not tear her eyes from him. He was perfect in every single way. Even the odd gnawing habit was adorable rather than annoying! And best of all, he was Hers. Hers.
This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Being feisty and mischievous, deterred by nothing and driven by hunger, Almuth darted right under Couineth, who was guarding most of the remaining food, and snatched a large chunk of meet from the pile. Xela dashed right in with him, not afraid of Couineth at all now that she was bonded. She filled her arms with the raw, bloody meat and chased her dragonet back to safety. Almuth was already lying down and holding the chunk of meat between his forelegs like a canine did. Xela sat down, cross-legged, next to him, giving a laugh. {You're awesome,} she cackled to him, testing out speaking in her mind. Almuth was a dragon of few words; he didn't reply, but he looked up, and his glowing, whirling eyes showed that he was more than a little bit pleased with himself as well. No bratty Queen could stand between himself and his food, anyway! She was a fool if she thought he could. What they had sneaked from their first trip proved to be enough, and Xela lounged next to a mostly-satiated Almuth, watching the Hatching and leaning against the Black, who was happily gnawing at one of the bones.
Xela shifted to lean against Almuth's shoulder, still happy beyond words. Almuth, too, was happy. His stomach was full, and chewing on the remnants of his meal was enough to tide him over for now. He had one-upped the young Gold and he was sure there'd be hell to pay for that, but both feisty youngsters didn't mind the clash to come. Neither had inhibitions regarding getting in people's ways. Almuth would happily chew on Couineth's tail, and Xela would just as eagerly punch Rayna again. {We're going to be something,} Xela declared to Almuth, who just swung his head around and lovingly nibbled her hand in agreement.
Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark
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Post by Kila on Jul 14, 2010 9:40:19 GMT -5
The egg only wiggled at first, its motions tentative and testing, and then it stopped. For a few candlemarks Kalith’s egg was still and then it began to shake anew. It careened from side to side dangerously and then shuddered. Faranath only knew what the dragonet inside was doing. It wasted no time with delicacy or showmanship and, with a final flail, the dragonet broke its shell into a million tiny pieces, sending up a shower of tiny shards. From the explosion of eggshells charged a vibrantly-colored Green. Enthralled by her newfound freedom, she charged blindly forward, letting her speed dry the goo off her hide. A million people and colors and emotions zoomed past her as she stampeded forward. Rather than looking ahead, she tried to pay attention to each as it appeared, quickly losing interest as another thing replaced it. It was because of this carelessness that she crashed into another of Kalith’s eggs. The impact made her head spin, and with a pitiful, dizzy creel she flopped backwards onto the Sands.
The egg that the Green had headbutted split neatly in two, revealing a beautiful, dainty Pink. When the two halves of her shell fell, she carefully lowered her wings, which she had raised to protect and hide her face. Looking over them shyly, she surveyed the Candidates and the eggs around her. Her eyes widened with concern when she saw her Green sister sprawled on her back by her eggshells. So that was what had hit her! Flapping her wings and picking her way over, the audience could finally see the full color of the Pink. She was petite, small even for a dragonet, and her hide was the softest, most lulling shade. Along her wings and underneath her hide the faintest hints of yellow and orange gleamed to the perceptive eye. Full grown and with the happy blue eyes she would surely have, the Pink would shine with all the beauty of a sunset.
But her beauty was not only on the outside. Nudging the Green’s head, the Pink managed to get her sister to roll over onto her belly. The Green turned out to be darker on the sides, the color change having a racing stripe effect down her hide. Geared for speed, the Green jumped up as soon as the world stopped spinning. Humming, she thanked her Pink sister and danced around her, beginning to chatter. What a good sister she was! Did she like her? Please say that she liked her! She had to to have helped her up, right? The Green pushed her face into the Pinks, desperately demanding an affirmative answer, before she caught sight of a particularly appealing egg behind her. It was so… pretty! The Pinks affections forgotten, she charged off to inspect the egg she had seen.
Slightly bewildered but patient and understanding, the Pink watched in bemusement as her sister sped off. That excitement had been short-lived. Turning her eyes to the candidates her heart fluttered excitedly. Hers was close by- she could feel it! Weaving among the eggs, she paused at the edge of the boy line. Funny, it had seemed like there were more of them earlier when she was in her egg, but it was okay because it was not one of them who she wanted. Bobbing her head to them as she walked by, looking at each of them as though they were a friend, she reached the girls. She crooned with quiet delight as she touched their personalities. There were so many nice girls here who might be Hers! Only one was right though, she knew, so she approached them and admired each, finding the best in them all. In the end, however, the choice wasn’t as hard as it had first seemed. ToniiMine, your Mamosath is here at last; she said, looking up at her adoringly. Her eyes gleamed brilliantly with the rainbow hues of impression and her heart sang in tune with her bonded who she was so happy to find. It was so nice of my sister to help me out, was it not? Even if it was a little odd. Maybe I couldn’t have done it on my own. It would have been terrible if I had not been able to find you. I don’t know what I would have done if someone had found you before me. The thought was distressing, but Mamosath did her best to push it away, ever the optimist. The possibility was null now anyway. Rubbing her head gently against Toniiandra’s thigh, she sighed in almost complete bliss. . Feed me please, MineOwn? she asked. I am so very hungry.
The egg to which the Green had run up to was pretty indeed. It was rocking steadily, moving side to side like a metronome. The Green watched in fascination for a while, but yelped and leapt up when the egg behind her gave a shake. Snapping her head around she stared it down, her eyes whirring ferociously. It was not as pretty as the other egg, but it was less predictable. Seeming to grow somewhat confused and anxious she snapped her head from one direction to the other, not sure of what egg she should watch. The pretty egg produced a crack that sealed her decision. Hopping back over to it she watched gleefully as the one crack spread and produced and intricate spider web of other, smaller ones. Just as the prisoner made its escape attempt, however, the Green spotted another egg moving and rocketed off to investigate. Nothing seemed to hold her attention for long.
From the now spider webbed egg there was a crunchy thump as a muzzle pushed its way out of the wrecked shell. From this alone no one could tell what color the dragonet was. A Blue, perhaps, or a dark Green, for the protruding muzzle was not bright or metallic. It could have been a Black as well, but seemed too large for that. After a few sniffs, the muzzle withdrew, leaving only the hole in the egg and the Candidates to wonder. What was it doing? Deliberate cracking sounds could be heard, but it was unsure whether they were coming from this egg or the big one that the Green had most recently raced off to. While that egg began to crack and most of the people were watching it, the mysterious dragonet slipped out of a hole in the back of its shell and slipped behind the sporadically shaking one that had startled the Green earlier. It seemed to have no intention of revealing itself yet, but bright eyes watched from the hiding place.
The reluctant dragonet could not have picked a better egg to mask its hatching. The egg at which the Green now stood was large and was shaking importantly. This dragonet wanted to be noticed and was eager to be free. The egg shook impatiently, creating small cracks in the sturdy shell, but none big enough from which to escape. Stopping as if to gather it’s composure, the dragonet inside launched its final attack. With no warning, the top of the egg burst as a metallic head broke through. From there the work was easy, and the dragonet kicked his encasing apart happily. He was a Bronze! Healthy and well-sized and out! Not everyone was so happy and strong as him- he could still see some eggs rocking on the Sands. He snorted, more concerned with finding His than with the other eggs. He took a step forward, feeling his new legs, and was blocked by the ADHD little Green. She sat in front of him, her eyes whirring and her maw hanging slightly open as if she were panting. ‘Love me?’ said her eyes, clearly desperate for attention. The Bronze hesitated, a faint shade of crimson visible beneath his Bronze sheen as he lowered his head, and nuzzled his sister.
The much smaller Green nearly fainted with happiness at this show of affection. Leaping to her feet she ran circles around him, trilling and chattering happily. She was beside herself with joy. The Bronze was patient and had been willing to indulge, but he had his own agenda to follow and no time to deal with her foolishness. Stepping forward strongly, he blocked her path as she made her seventh or eighth pass. The Green skidded to a halt to avoid crashing into him, sending sprays of sand in either direction. She looked down with glee anew at the material below her. Sand? What was this sand? It was so warm and WONDERFUL! She began to dig a hole but the Bronze called to her sharply and she snapped back up. With a stern look comical for one so young he looked at her then to the candidates, repeating this several times to make sure she got his point. She needed to choose. How was she not hungry, anyways?
Amused by this idea, the Green zoomed past the Bronze as he began to head towards the boys. Well, if he was going over there then she would go to the other group of people! The girls. Yeah, the girls! Overeager as always, she stopped too late, skidding in the sand again and crashing into one of the girls. She cheeped an upbeat apology, rolling around in her crater for a moment before leaping up and staring down the female Candidates. Eenie, meenie, mine, mo….. no, that wouldn’t do. Well, several of them would do. No, that wasn’t true; she knew exactly who she wanted! TasakhoriMineMineMine! Feed me, feed me please! Your Pandemoniuth is sooo tired from running around! Have you played in the sand, Mine? It’s WONDERFUL! Did you see my brothermine? He told me to come over here. It’s nice over here! Will you feed me?
ooc: Finally, right? Sorry it took so long and there are no dragon heads or quick info. If you want them PM me. If I find reliable internet I'll post them. One more hatchinf post from me coming later! <3
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 14, 2010 11:09:50 GMT -5
Cheko hadn't noticed Xela Impress the black. But as he looked over at her, too many things going on once again for him to pay attention, he saw the little black chewing on the girls foot. He laughed aloud, his voice chiming in with the imaginary firelizard's draconic chortle. No one heard it though, just Cheko. Again, what did he care? Faranath, society had too many expectations.
Oh well. Cheko watched, amused at the black then looked down at Polo. "Don't get any ideas!" he told the brown quietly, but firmly. He would have no nomming of himself, thank you very much. The brown trilled in glee and playfully nipped Cheko's arm. Though it was all in jest. Cheko knew that. With that settled and Xela having gotten half-eaten by her dragonet, much to Cheko's delight, he turned back to the Hatching.
More from Kalith's clutch were Hatching. First one out was a green. And boy, was it something to watch. If it hadn't been so bright in color, Cheko figured he might have trouble telling the color at all. He watched it in utter amusement. It was moving so quickly, he doubted it was paying attention to where it was going. And that would seem to be the case as it crashed into another egg, breaking it in two.
Cheko's eyes widened and he looked up to the Copper. Would she be angry? Would she lash out at her child? It seemed like the Pink that had been inside the egg was fine. It was probably a good thing that was the case, though. The Pink was then set upon by the Green after it helped her up. Just like that, though, the Green walked off to something else.
"That thing's more spastic than me," Cheko muttered under his breath to Polo with a smirk. The Pink Impressed and then the green started messing with some eggs. And then a Bronze Hatched. Cheko grinned at it, admiring its kingly beauty. It seemed to be nice on the inside too, loving gently on his spastic Clutchsister and pointing her in the right direction.
The Bronze, of course, was heading towards the boys. Cheko looked down the line. There weren't many of them left. He didn't even notice which girl the Green chose as he pondered over which boy it would be. It was too bad he didn't really know any of them.
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Post by Zane on Jul 14, 2010 14:55:12 GMT -5
Tieler bit down on her already cut tongue when Lesa pulled her forward and applied pressure to the wound. Demanding girl! ”Want to be careful, there?” she bit back, still seeming to go along with whatever the other Harper girl said, for she knew she was right-ultimately. Tieler lay back more, her elbows supporting her while she watched what Lesa was doing. Plus she didn’t feel like being blind as to what was going on around her, either. The dragonets were still hatching, and a second attack wasn’t completely out of the question. She would look out for Lesa, wounded or not. She wasn’t hurt bad enough that she’d forgotten how to fight! The whole time that Lesa was reprimanding Xela, Tieler had a huge grin on her face, it practically stretching from ear to ear. And the comment Lesa made about Xela gloating made her snicker. A hand rose up to her mouth quickly. She childishly stuck her tongue out at Xela, looking back at Lesa, hopeful that she hadn’t seen. That’d show that thirteen-year-old know it all. One thing was for sure, she was glad that Lesa was on her side. Keeping it that way meant something to her. It was great that the Harper-girl could be so serious, and yet Tieler continued on with humour.
Then, amidst the land of the serious and joking, one of the dragonets was racing up to the girls behind them, darting in and out like a playful kitten. She watched curiously, then distracted by the last of the new Viridian’s impressing to Felix. Well, now F’ix. Oh brother, well, at least it was goofy; he deserved a dragonet that would give him a run for his marks. Just as she was eyeing the new pair, the black dragonet was pushing at Lesa and Xela. Just great, she was too vulnerable to protect herself from another mauling! She scooted back quickly, her breathing having become a lot heavier. She really didn’t want to die this time. She frantically looked from Lesa to Xela, hoping that it intended to impress to one of the two. Then they could get it under--
~You look so funny, TielerMine! But everyone looks so funny. Don't you agree with your Klaisath?~
...control...
Tieler at first didn’t believe it, but it had said her name, hadn’t it? But no, he was too beautiful, and incredibly too upbeat! There was no way he belonged to her, and a male at that, how could she deal with a ‘male’ presence in her head? Well, at least he’d have a good opinion on girls...
Are you... are you mine? Or has there been some obvious mistake? she asked him, running over the name Klaisath again and again in her head, as if she was bound to forget it. It was such a nice name. A dignifying name, really. And it belonged to this dragonet before her. Very possibly her dragonet, she still had yet to receive verification on that!
The black tilted its head one way, and then the other, seeming to try and create some-sort of comical reaction out of her. ~Ohdear, you look a lot smarter than that!~ he teased. ~If I call you Mine, as I already have Mine, will you continue to ask such things?~ Tieler smirked, reaching up to put a hand a top the Black’s wedge-shaped head. He lowered it so she could do so, pressing the crown of his head into her palm affectionately. He was a joker, how perfect.
And then she was hearing Lesa’s congratulations, and Xela’s congratulations, and she even caught the young girl smile at her. It made her heart sink, for she wanted both girls to impress. To be left standing wasn’t something she wished on anyone, not after experiencing what she was experiencing right now. While Lesa was treating her leg, all she could focus on was the Black. She wasn’t trying to ignore her friend, or at all lessen what she was doing for her, but her eyes were most literally glued to her dragonet.
“Did you say we all looked funny? I still can’t believe you're mine!” she chuckled, wanting to be nice and let Lesa in on the conversation. Not being able to hear sometimes, she decided, was a curse.
~I said exactly that. You all have peculiar expressions on your faces! But oh, TielerMine, what is this other girl doing to you, can’t it wait? I am awfully hungry...~ Klaisath shrunk down; giving her an expression that she could’ve sworn was child-like. His wings, still covered in egg fluid, were pulled in at his sides. She took some of the gross goop off of his body, scrunching up her face; tongue out to express her disgust. She shook it off, watching it land somewhere in the sand.
Then another black dragonet came bounding up, and Klaisath politely moved over for him. He was bothering Lesa, and Klaisath snorted his amusement. He was easily amused, no doubt about it. Then, as the girl seemed to dislike the Black’s behaviour, Klaisath made a disapproving noise, encouraging the black to move on if he wasn’t going to impress to the friend of His. And then the other Black headed on over to the smaller girl on the other side of His, and he chirruped a congratulations to the pair. He seemed quite in-tune with others, despite his quirky traits. Tieler smiled at Xela as she had done her.
”Congratulations Pipsqueak, looks like we both got our ticket in.” She called her Pipsqueak to irritate her, if only a little, but she was really sincere in her congratulations to the girl. Eclipse, after having accepted Xela’s petting, was sorely disappointed when she was leaving Tieler and Lesa. He jumped off of her shoulder, floating on down the short distance to the sands. He tilted his head back so that he could glance upon his larger cousin. He chirruped shortly after Klaisath had, saying his “hello” to the one that now also called Tieler His. Klaisath sniffed at the flitt, huffing before he pulled back, almost confused at how the flitt could look like him, but be so much tinier. Well, he was far better proportioned, but he wouldn’t be rude enough to say so!
Tieler turned to Lesa, finally, having realized that the girl had done a lot of shifting around. She’d felt it the whole time. Her leg was now set on Lesa’s thighs, and she still seemed to be working away. ”Hey baby girl,” she flirted harmlessly, ”you’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” Ooh, with Tieler working her charms or no, Lesa was receiving some very high paid compliments from the new Weyrling.
Soon Klaisath, okay? Just let the gorgeous girl finish-up. Tieler wasn’t watching what Lesa was doing, but was watching her. The way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her lips turned down when she was frustrated. It was nearly enough to make Tieler shiver! She was feeling less pain, just like Lesa had anticipated, due to the Black dragonet now shouldering some of it. He didn’t seem to be affected, in the least.
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Post by lesa on Jul 14, 2010 15:29:32 GMT -5
Press, press, press! Lesa grunted softly, and turned an apologetic look to Xela, missing Tieler's tongue,"Sorry about that, I'm a little too much like my mother sometimes. An'she's a bossy one," she grinned wryly and continued, "Still, even without the fibers, just dirt and dust can be bad, and harder to clean out." The expression on the other's girl's face still made her sigh. She'd just wanted to save Tieler from needing the wounds irrigated or tweezed - they'd already have to be washed down with redwort and that stuff stung: be better to try to keep pain down to a minimum. And a tourniquet would've worked - they were perfectly fine as temporary measures, such as the time it would take Tieler to get off the sands to be treated.
Clearly that wasn't to be as the younger girl stepped away, taking her length of cloth with her. Argh. And argh again, as she was buffeted and shoved by black and veridian alike. She settled back down, Tieler's leg in her lap again. She grinned as Tieler talked with her black: they'd be a good pair, the happy black able to calm Tieler's more anger-driven moods, and Tieler's overt rationalistic manner keeping Klaisath grounded. Ow. Ow. AGAIN?! Lesa stared down at her legs, marveling at the black gnawing away at her left calf, somehow. Ow.
It hurt... but no more than when Halbert clawed at her for annoying him, or bit her for the same reason - minor pains, though annoying. Even the ones that drew blood... not deep. Halbert had gotten her deeper. She said nothing, grimacing in pain - the black would've said something to her had he been hers, she assumed. Correctly, it seemed, as the rainbow-y black moved on to gnaw at Xela's feet. Well. That was completely unsurprising. "Congratulations. He's... got a good set of teeth on him," she finally said, rejecting her initial comments on his hide - it was stunning, rippling with color even through the blackness: but she figured this pair would appreciate the teeth comment. Or the joking sarcasm behind it. Or if not them, at least Tieler would. Win-win, either way.
Lesa blushed lightly at Tieler's flirting - she'd become used to it, to a point. But flirting by anyone always caused her to blush. "Mmm, yep," she replied, "if you say so, darlin', if you say so." She looked down at her hands, now covered in Tieler's blood, and dared to lift her hands. No bleeding, unless the little drips from her hands counted. "You look to be better, sweets. I'd still suggest you wait here, unless your black is unbearably hungry: and what is his name? You never did mention, hon. I don't want you to get up and fall and get sand in the wounds, or start bleeding again," she commented, changing topics with lightning speed. "Still, it's your call, since it's your leg."
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She could tell, as soon as she was swept into the arms, who it was. No matter that she was looking inwardly, keeping herself away from her memories by force of will alone. No matter that the movement reminded her of her wedding night, how Agrius had picked her up and she, giddy with joy and the thought of being with such a nice, beautiful man for the rest of her life (Mama actually had been right!) had laughed and smiled and kissed him, blushing, and hoping he would be everything she ever wished - only to find out she was entirely wrong. The arms holding her now wouldn't let her fall into the memory of that night that threatened. No crisp sheets would take over for a scratchy robe and smooth but muscular arms.
Loto wouldn't let him get her. No, Medusa thought, thinking back to all the nights curled up in her roommate's arms, sobbing from nightmares even as her throat screamed at her in pain from the screaming she had done - or the screams she had refused to let out. The arms around her were as familiar as Agrius' had become: just much, much more welcome.
Pain still had a hold on her, and another whimper escaped as something nudged at her bleeding leg. Her eyes slitted open to see a dusky brown-pink.... oh, a Tan. The female nudged her, seemingly in commiseration, and continued on walking. Even still, that gave her enough to open her eyes more, despite the pain clawing at her. Papa would be disappointed to see her acting so, even if she was in pain. No, she didn't precisely care about disappointing him any longer: but this was something that made her disappointed in herself.
The gold-skinned girl smiled tightly at Loto's murmured words. Steadfast. Yes, they would be steadfast. Still, she didn't struggle as she might have - as part of her said she should - out of Loto's arms. No matter how her pride demanded she stand for herself, it would be folly. Better to rest here and be assured of her continued consciousness rather than risk looking strong and being unable to keep it up by slipping into unconsciousness and her memories. Anything to stay out of her memories.[/SIZE]
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Post by jack on Jul 14, 2010 16:18:55 GMT -5
As F'ix continued to carefully square his new companion's meal--ignoring the world around him as Austerath continued to scrutinize every piece, taking a moment to glare at the particularly wiggly dragonets--another dragon was taking in the Sands with a much more attentive stare.
The Brown's nostrils flared as he craned his neck, watching the various dragonet's with growing displeasure. A new green....a new brown...no matter what they were called, they were still the same to him. Annoying, loud, obnoxious little creatures Impressed to even more annoying humans. Even the Gold--not that Mesreath had ever been fond of Queens other than his mother and his sister....even if there were no other Queens he'd ever seen--was an absolute horror.
She set to mauling and he set to snorting, crimson eyes whirling with mild approval. Durian glanced up at her bulky partner as he shuffled slightly, and she blinked as she leaned against one of his arms. "You seem to be enjoying this too much, Mes." The Brownrider was relaxed, unconcerned with the outcome of the maulings. She knew that the Healers would take good care of the Candidates and the new weyrlings--there wasn't a thing she could or would do that would help...why panic? The little things are very annoying. He replied coolly, gesturing fondly down at His, They are nothing like you, DurianMine. I am pleased to see them get what they deserve. Durian arched a brow, but shrugged the heartless attitude of her dragon off. Mesreath knew exactly what he was saying and meant it--he wasn't fond of people to begin with. How do you know they deserve it, hm? You've never spoken with them. They are loud. He snorted, lips curling to show off his teeth, And the others talk often of their obnoxious antics.
Durian gave a light laugh and looked back over the railing, watching as some of the now-injured girls received their partners. She remembered her own Impression...but seeing it from this angle would always be strange to her. She had avoided being clawed...but she had been terrified at first. Who wouldn't be scared after seeing a Brown terrorize the Candidates? Ripping into flesh proudly and coming towards her with blood on his body? But...he wasn't nearly as scary as he seemed...well...wasn't scary to her any more.
There is supposedly a HAD amongst them. The rider looked up at this, arching a brow as Mesreath's eyes whirled with displeasure, But I do not know for sure...and the other dragons are not always truthful...or intelligent. He shot a glance at Doppelith, who--blissfully unaware--was chattering loudly with F'let about the lack of Purples in this Hatching. "Yeah...well..I personally doubt it. You know how some dragons are--they talk outloud without realizing it." Mesreath gave an absent nod of agreement and set his eyes again on the Sands, watching with a loud snort as a Black that appeared to be laughing Impressed to one of the bleeding candidates. How fitting. A mentally deficient runt for a mentally deficient human.
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Post by Nia on Jul 14, 2010 21:39:13 GMT -5
The Pink was the only dragon on the Sands, and she remained near her eggshells, making pitiful noises as she tried to get them unstuck from her. She sat, refusing to move, disappointed in her own abilities to take care of herself. She wanted someone to help her, because she was a little useless, but she did want to be able to at least help Hers... a little... because she really loved Hers! But she wasn't entirely sure who Hers was yet... and ooh... these shells were so disgusting and uncomfortable! So she'd have to move, and find Hers, and then get some help... and then prove her worth to Hers! Because she was useful!
The Pink took a shakey step forward, even with those shells all over her lower half, and started to move through the remains of her clutchmate's eggs. As she was walking, she brushed past the dark purple and black egg, startling away from it with a jump. She knocked it over and jumped back, looking guilty and embarrassed, but she pushed on. The egg started to crack open and with a sharp snap it broke apart, and a Black tumbled out. He seemed surprised, if not a little confused. That was no surprise, really, seeing as the egg had broke apart to tumble him out on to his head, leaving the Black upside down and utterly baffled by his predicament. He wasn't a large Black, though he wasn't entirely small either. He was thin, almost feminine in appearance, and his hide was a lighter shade of Black, though he definitely wasn't a Gray. Along his back and body down to his tail were darker stripes of pure black.
Naturally, not wanting to seem dumb in any regard, he flopped himself over and righted himself, shaking himself off, pleased with his efforts. The Pink kept walking forward, and the eggshells still stuck to her glinted in the odd light. The Black watched her with wide eyes, and then lept to his feet, following the Pink. At first, it appeared that they were both simply walking over to the Candidates... but the Black's eyes were fixated on the Pink's lower half that was still covered in eggshells. Shiny! They were shiny! How was it possible that they were so shiny?! The Black was completely and utterly devoted to the Pink and her shiny butt, not out of an obsession like the Viridian, but just because he loved how it was so... so... shiny! He loved it! He loved her, because she was so shiny! Love!
The Pink felt extremely uneasy by his attentions and kept moving awkwardly towards the Candidates, shaking off shells that would momentarily make the Black pause and stare fixedly at them, but he had to follow his shiny pink goddess..! She was his only, his love, his light! The Pink decided to try another tactic, moving through the girls, occassionaly glancing back at him. She only wanted to help Hers, not this Black! She was down to one last eggshell stuck to her tail, and yet... he still insisted on following her! The Pink finally realized this, stopped and shook her tail. The Black watched with complete interest, as the shell flew off her tail completely away from the female Candidates. Giving a happy, relief-filled noise, the Pink went back to the Candidates and straight up to Hers. Now that the Black was gone, she could put all her efforts in helping Hers... no matter how oblivious or childlike she might be. She just wanted to be useful.
Can your Sereinth be useful to you, RosasharnMine....? She just wants to help! Please let her do something for you.... she had a very quiet, soft voice, but she made herself known. She might be a bit innocent, she might be rather absent-minded and oblivious... but she just wanted to be useful. She didn't want to have to depend on Hers for everything, but... with the way she was, her uselessness probably couldn't be helped.
Pink: Innocent, oblivious, determined to be useful. -Sereinth [serene] [F4C2C2]
The Black, with his beloved goddess reduced down to a single shard of an egg, was looking quite distressed. But... he loved her! Why was she now just a little shard of an egg?! Why had she left him?! In his distress, the Black walked back to the males, trying to find someone he could devote himself to entirely. There were so few of them, though. He gave Cheko a long sniff, looking over the boy... but no, this was not the one he wanted to devote himself to. This boy was wrong for him! Ezra also got a bit of a sniff, but he got even less attention than Cheko. Such a dismal amount of boys left...! The Black sat, looking confused. His was here, he could feel him, he wanted to devote himself... but these boys were not right. He was confused. So, so confused!
Only three eggs remained, and it just so happened that they happened were the first three eggs sitting in the front. The egg that was front in center, the large, off-white one with red on the bottom, began to shake first. It shook and shook, and then stopped. It was almost as though the dragonet inside was trying to savor the moment and cause as much dramatics as possible. However, the two eggs next to him began to shake as well, cracks appearing on their eggs, rather than the one in the middle, which had gone silent. The two eggs broke open at the same time, and two dragons tumbled out in a similar way to the Black, though they ended up tangled with each other. A Cyan came out of the obnoxiously bright blue and green egg, and a Pink came out of the half-rainbowed egg.
The Cyan was as obnoxious as her egg, though unlike most Cyans, her hide was hinted with a bit more green than Blue. But she certainly was not a Green, as the strange gloss on her hide showed. She tussled around with her Pink sister, whose hide was a bright, happy looking Pink. They didn't seem to be fighting out of malice, they were simply putting on a show for their "audience" the Candidates. Finally, they untangled from each other, and it could be seen that they weren't just solidly colored. The Pink and Cyan both had matching markings around their faces and down their backs, in fact, both were a bit spotted with a slightly darker shade of their hide, somewhat like a leopoard.
The two females moved forward, the Cyan moving ahead of her sister. The more rambunctious of the two, it seemed, though the Pink was the smarter of the two, or maybe just the calmer, more level headed one. Or... perhaps, the more mischevious one? She moved her head back towards their mother. It was obvious she intended to cause some kind of trouble, and her more excitable sister. The Cyan ran ahead, and the Pink followed with a more quiet nature. They were intending on doing something, it seemed, with their Gold clutchsister's eggshells. One had cracked off in an extremely large piece, and the Cyan had ducked under it to carry it on her head. The Pink looked amused, and ducked under the eggshell with her sister.
Callistath, clearly growing annoyed with the behavior of her children, knocked the shell off of their heads and pushed the two trouble-makers back towards the Candidates. The Cyan essentially stuck her tongue out at her mother and dragged her sister off, marching towards the Candidates with a hint of rebellion in her step. Oh... maybe they could just mess around with these strange, standy things...?
While his sisters were causing trouble, the Black was still sitting there, looking blank and confused. Finally, he made up his mind and shoved past Ezra and Cheko, making his way back towards the... Stands? He looked up at the people gathered there, and his face practically lit up when he saw exactly what he was looking for. K'coonMine? K'coonMine!! Pieteth looked everywhere for you...! Oh, but that's okay, you can hide from him, because he'll always find you, [/i] he crooned happily, looking up at the man in the Stands with a cheerful expression. He'd found His! Now he could completley and utterly devote himself...! Black: Affectionate, simple, devoted. -Pieteth [devotion] [141414][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 14, 2010 22:26:11 GMT -5
H'eath watched and clapped along with the others as the Impressions continued. He didn't think that many eggs could hatch in such a short amount of time! But they'd been progressing quite rapidly. Amazing, how life worked. Junaeth rumbled in agreement below him, eyes whirling yellow with happiness. They needed to congratulate Valleth once again on fathering such a clutch. The eggs were devious little things, even before they'd hatched! Just when you thought a blue would appear...a pink would take its place!
And then there were those mutations...Dalibor was known for creating those cyans...but now these tans and viridians? How odd! But it was exciting, H'eath had to admit. Where would these new colors fit on the ranking scale? Some were big, and some were small...who knew? Only time could tell. And he really was glad he'd be here to watch them grow up and become proud riders. Hopefully. Once again, the blue beneath him rumbled in agreement.
--- Kat clapped weakly for the new Impressions. It wasn't like she was really paying attention anyway. Her eyes had stopped leaking, only because she didn't have enough water left in her system to do so. The heat was starting to get to her...man, she sure was dizzy. Probably the stress mixed with the sharding heat. Seriously, could this place get ANY worse?
Well, yeah it could. She could not Impress. Which was becoming more and more of a reality with each cracking egg. Her head dropped lower as she continued to think, until she was no longer watching the hatchings. What did it even matter? She was totally useless here. She just wanted Char...but he had to stay away. The black could feel His' distress and wanted to be there for His...but she kepy pushing him away. If he appeared...well, that might cause a scene. And that was the LAST thing Katheryne wanted.
So, there she stood, head down with her arms hugging her torso tightly. 'This needs to be over soon...' she thought, knuckles white from her grip on herself. Just a little bit longer, and she'd be out of this place...
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Post by aikastarr on Jul 14, 2010 23:24:54 GMT -5
Wow, Krys was being very unresponsive today. Either that, or very oblivious. Many a dragonet hatched and Impressed, and the poor girl just seemed trapped in her own little la-la land! Her mind wasn’t entirely focused on the dragonets, and only really responded to things when everybody else did. It wasn’t that she was uninterested, it was just that the Hatching was going by so fast. Since there was no Whiting or Drahaus to keep her mind from wandering, it came as no surprise that she was actually in a daze until the “twin” Pink and Cyan came into view. They were cute! That was all that went through the girl’s mind as the two pranced about. Cute dragonets.
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Post by kia on Jul 14, 2010 23:29:01 GMT -5
The little Queen was on the move. But she was not very happy. Oh no, she was not. Kela could see the red in the little one`s eyes as she approached the female Candidates. In a blink of an eye, the Gold had attacked one of the Candidates next to her. Kela`s eyes widened as the Gold turned her rage on her, knocking her down and slicing her arm. Kela let out out a small cry of pain as the dragon moved away from her and Kela held her arm. It was warm and wet as blood began to run. Kela winced in pain as she managed to get onto her knees and watch the Gold Impress. She was happy that the Gold did, but now worry was starting to enter her mind. Would she be able to Impress before losing too much blood? She stood up, her head pounding as the pain in her arm became serious. More eggs were Hatching now.
Kela managed to make it up to her feet. But it began to feel wobbly. Another one of those green colored dragons had Hatched. He was moving and making his way to the female Candidates, headbutting them and moving them into place. When he came to her, she was no exception. But because she was beginning to feel dizzy from losing blood, she could not stand still in place as she dropped to her knees again, holding her arm. She knew the Queens would not let B`nyur or any Healer onto the Sands until the Hatching was over. There was still many eggs left on the Sands. Maybe there was still a chance she would Impress. If not, she wondered what the Headwoman would say when she saw Kela`s damaged arm. The thought of not being able to work and fulfill her duties cause an alarm to go off in her head that made her blood quicken, making the dizziness in her head get worse.
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Post by Reky on Jul 14, 2010 23:32:08 GMT -5
So Naireth got fed. During the meal, there was a bit of conversation between the two. Samael was trying to get the little tan to realize that she didn't have to say 'Yes, SamaelMine' after everything Sam said, because that was ridiculous. Obviously the dragonet was terribly obedient, but still, the whole 'Yes, SamaelMine' thing was taking it a little far. Luckily Naireth let it go easily, and went about eating. She took Valleth's words to heart, too, and as soon as she was done, she curled up beside Hers and set her head down. Her belly was noticeably full, but nowhere near the point of bursting. Samael even felt a little sleepy herself... though whether it was because it was getting dark out, or the connection with Naireth's drowsy mind, she couldn't tell.
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All of that Queen drama! It wasn't like I'tier could have ignored it. The whole ordeal was rather loud, of course, with screaming and gasps and the gold's antics. The poor girls left bleeding would be fine, he was sure. They were future dragonriders. They would be tough. The gold Impressed, though, to a girl who fortunately went unscathed and looked like she could handle the attitude, and I'tier went back to diligently feeding his little blue Verith. The dragon ate slowly, completely relaxed, just like His. There wasn't any need to rush. This way, he could give more attention to how the food tasted, and it tasted good! It was the best thing he had ever tasted. Oh, but that wasn't hard, because it was the only thing he'd ever tasted... Well. It still tasted good.
The gold, though, was beginning to get to him. He was casting her brief looks every now and then, between eating. She wasn't very happy... not at all! That made him feel absolutely awful. She also seemed to think she was the best, too, but she was right. She was the only gold, after all! She was so upset though. So angry and impatient! Verith's heart went out to her - it really did. He was terribly sensitive, and terribly caring, a combination that probably would have resulted in far more stress were he not so calm. He kept on eating, though, not acting right away.
I'tier was in love. He really was. As soon as everything was settled down, he and Annabelle would have to get together and let all this pent-up love energy out. All he could do now, though, was stare at the gorgeous blue creature in front of him. Verith... His Verith. Perhaps his songs would be even better now, because he knew a level of devotion he hadn't before. True, his sister, Therisa, was the thing he had love most until now, but she was not as much a part of him as Verith was. Verith topped that, however impossible that may have seemed before. Briefly, he realized that they'd all be moving rooms now. That was a bit of a sad thought... He had grown rather attached to his musty rickety room back in the candidate barracks. It wouldn't be big enough for Verith, though, so moving was a must. Oh well. It would be an adventure!
Then, Verith was finished, and he effectionately (and lazily) rubbed his cheek against I'tier's knee. A little blood from his muzzle got on the white traditional robe, but neither minded. After a few moments to rest and digest, the blue looked back over at the gold. Oh, he just wanted to help her... Carefully, he shuffled closer to her, and laid down on his full belly. He was so very tiny near her, but that was fine.
Oh, Miss Gold, you are so pretty, but so upset... he said softly, peering up at her. Can Verith help? He doesn't like seeing you like this. You should be happy - you are a gold. Verith doesn't understand... but... but... he wants to make you better! He was pressing himself rather flat to the ground, trying to look as small as possible. He really did care, but he could also sense that she was quite focused on herself. He hoped she wouldn't be mad. He was only trying to be nice to her, after all. That cyan spelled trouble, though. He could tell from looking at her. She wasn't happy, either! Was she talking to Miss Gold? Uh oh... He had a bad feeling about this.
I'tier also had a bad feeling, because unlike Verith, he'd actually seen Couineth in action, if briefly. He comforted himself in noting that his dragon looked as far from a threat as anything, all calm sea-blue and curled up small. He'd be fine. As calm as he always was, he looked back to the sands with interest. He'd heard more clapping, and also some confused murmuring. Then, when he saw Kaitecoon and a black approach, it all made sense. Ah, and he'd be K'coon now, wouldn't he? Or something similar.
"Surprise, surprise," he commented, smiling lazily. "You definitely weren't a candidate. Only saw you once, and never in the barracks." It was that kindly dancer from that one time he'd been playing in the lower caverns. Heh. It was nice to see him with a dragon, actually. They'd be weyrlings together. "He's beautiful..." I'tier's eyes had fallen to the little black. "What's his name?" Those same lazy eyes went back up, to the dreadlocked man's face. He supposed, though, that since the man had Impressed, he had been a candidate, just not in an official way. [/blockquote]
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Post by Admin on Jul 15, 2010 0:20:19 GMT -5
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be.
The little bluish gray egg in the corner of Kalith's clutch gave a gentle rock. It continued to hatch, but the movements that it made were small, subtle, and less than obvious. Two cracks started on opposite ends and slowly formed together into one long line. The shell splintered and finally split neatly into three pieces, allowing a head and narrow set of shoulders to emerge. Out stepped the smallest dragonet to have ever been born at Dalibor, a gray of average size with a slight frame. She was a delicate creature, twisting her body easily out of the confining wreckage of her long shattered egg. About the size of a large cat at her birth, she had plenty of growing to do, but she would never outstrip any of her brothers or sisters. If she was lucky, she would outstrip Noyth and maybe one of the whites. Though hardly strong, she was elegant.
The gray paused with the rest of the eggs behind her, surveying the crowded cavern in front of her with eyes that swirled an icy, listless blue. Her hide was dull even when it was slick with the yoke of her egg, a stony gray color, unmarked and unmarred with any other color. She did not resemble an iron, a black, or a white in any way. She was what she was. Still as could be, she looked like a statue, eyes locked on what was in front of her. Poised, graceful as could be, she could have been quite the little lady, if she cared for that sort of thing. Instead, she remained just as she was, composed and assured of her place in the world. Perhaps she would have been stubborn if pushed, but she looked to have the patience and pride of any grand figurine, all crystalline attitude and no true content. She did not care a wink for the world's problems.
Cold as ice, the gray glided forward after several long moments with perfect serenity, viewing the world around her with detached disdain. She did not care for the candidates. She did not care of the little humans and dragons that lay beyond them. She simply didn't care. However, she wasn't about to disappear into nothing. Death was not an option she entertained. So she descended upon the candidates with her claws practically clicking on the sands. While not violent like some of her brethren, she was chilled to the bone, utterly disregarding those around her. She refused to touch the candidates that she passed, but she would not be above shoving them out of the way if it was actually required. However, such an action would ruin her poise and she liked that sensation, feeling balance inside and out from head to toe, utterly in control of herself.
The tan sensed it. She had been wandering aimlessly amongst the candidates, drowning in the pain around her, when she saw one flash of sense, a light in the dark. While she would never be a genius, she was still capable of that, able to sense everything that was around her. Mother and matron, bound to care, that was all that she had and she was happy for that. Slowly, she came to a stop, unsure of which was hers for a moment though she had sensed her rider's presence. However, there she was, the girl that she wanted. The boys were too violent and foolish for her; she could not sense them as easily as the worldly daughters that surrounded her. Settling her slender bulk onto the ground, she looked up into the eyes of her rider, exuding a sweetness few would be able to match. She was pure, unadulterated, and naive.
LotoMine, your Mabiath will take care of everyone. Do you want something to eat? The tan, who wasn't really pink at all, making it was a bit silly that any would have called her such, spoke slowly, puzzling out the words. Despite her inability to speak quickly or understand much of anything, she continued to exude love and cheer to the girl who must have been waiting so long for her. She hadn't meant to make anyone wait! She just wasn't very fast at anything, a ponderous, plodding creature who very much liked to smell the flowers. Ooh, flowers! Those would be nice. Crooning happily, she licked at Loto's hand, trying to make sure that she was clean. It wouldn't do her rider any good not to be clean or healthy or anything! Mabiath meant what she said. She may not have been smart, but she had been born to be the world's adoptive mother.
And when the night is cloudy, There is still a light, That shines on me, Shine until tomorrow.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 15, 2010 1:00:01 GMT -5
Find me here Speak to me I want to feel you I need to hear you
The Tan meandered towards the Candidates, seeming entirely oblivious to all the pain surely radiating from the injured Candidates, simply giving off cheer. Even from here, he could tell she was quite the happy little thing, even surrounded by all that unhappiness. Blood had stained the female's side of the Sands, and as much as he'd love to run over there and help them, he knew that it would be a bad idea. One didn't just run across the Sands, and besides which, as he'd asserted to Myra a million times over, he simply wasn't a Healer. He'd hurt more than he helped, though it was for the former reason that he remained in his place. Maybe he was selfish, but he had a feeling that sprinting across the sands just to help some girls he didn't even know would get him mauled or something, and he'd really rather avoid getting mauled, thank you very much. Nyat continued to eye the recently christened Tan as she wandered across the Sands, wandering up to one of the girls. He waited, almost impatiently, for the applause to signal that she had Impressed to the tan, but it didn't come. Would she Impress any time soon?
You are the light That's leading me To the place where I find peace again. You are the strength, that keeps me walking. You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
[/i] When it didn't look as if the Tan would, he glanced in the direction of the other eggs, and was quite surprised to find that the Cyan had, in fact, reached the Candidates at long last. Now that she was closer, he was surprised to notice that he could pick out her bones. Such an underdeveloped thing! Her body was sagging as she struggled past Candidate after Candidate, but she kept moving. It was interesting to watch, and Nyat found himself staring at her instead of watching the eggs or the dragonets or anything other than that one Cyan who struggled onwards. If only others were watching this. It was inspirational to watch, and also heart wrenching at the same time. He wanted to run out to the little Cyan and help her along, but that was, like going to help the ones that had been mauled by the Gold, stupid. She might have some hidden energy stored in those limbs, though Nyat doubted it, and would go for him if he ran out to her. And besides, he had a feeling Kalith wouldn't be very happy if he tried to do anything with her hatchling. You are the light to my soul. You are my purpose...you're everything. How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? And so the Cyan kept walking, walking and walking until she drew closer and closer to Nyat, collapsing as she'd been threatening to do since her body had been sagging right at his feet. N'atMine, your Duermoth found you. Now I think that I will sleep and dream of distant things;[/i] Duermoth whispered into his mind, humming quietly as she snuggled up at his feet like a dog. He had to admit that she looked more like a large cat than a dog, but that was what she reminded him of. She reminded him of a dog. His dog. His Duermoth, no less. And she'd named him, too. N'at now. He wasn't Nyat, he was N'at. He would wear the name like a badge of honor, a marking that he was, in fact, a dragonrider. You calm the storms, and you give me rest. You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall. You steal my heart, and you take my breath away. Would you take me in? Take me deeper now? [/i] Duermoth, we should get food. He tried the mental link out with a beaming smile for all to see, despite the fact that his dragonet was snuggled up against his feet, making them all the hotter on these sands. He himself was entirely unaware of this as he crouched down, no matter how much he might look like a fool, he was crouching to touch Duermoth's hide, almost suspecting that she was entirely a figment of his imagination. Nope. She was real. Very real. He would have carried her to the food to keep her from exerting herself, but he really couldn't begin to go about carrying his beautiful Cyan hatchling. How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? [/i] Food?[/i] her voice was dreamy, and she didn't move as she felt N'atHers' hand on her hide. Food sounds good... But I don't want to get up. I'm happy right here.[/i] She was just happy to be with Hers'. She was happy, and no matter his strength, he made his Duermoth stronger. The Cyan made no effort to move as she breathed in and out; perfectly happy snuggled against Hers' feet, crooning at Hers. It's pretty here. Look at the shinies.[/i] she stared at whatever had captured her attention right then up in the stands. She didn't exactly want to leave this warm, comfortable spot, and she was so tired... She just wanted to dream of distant and faraway things. Her stomach might wish for food, but Duermoth didn't really want to move. She just wanted to dream. 'Cause you're all I want, You're all I need You're everything, everything You're all I want, you're all I need [/i] N'at shook his head, very carefully pulling his feet back from Duermoth's hide, as he straightened up, reluctantly pulling his hand from her hide. "C'mon, Duermoth." He muttered the words, smiling happily to himself. "I'm going to go get you some food, but you have to walk a little more." He watched Duermoth get slowly to her feet, attention already focused on the shine of Couineth's hide. Pretty. It was pretty. And shiny. Very shiny. It was giving her energy to go towards the meat. She wanted to see the shiny. So, they made their way across the Sands very slowly, Duermoth's legs shaking as she leaned against N'at, doing her best to force as much of her weight against his legs as she could, using him to support her bodyweight. So tired . . . she was so tired… But food! And shiny hide! You're all I want you're all I need. You're everything, everything You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything. And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? [/i] ”Myra! Myra!” In a manner like he’d shouted for her what felt like an eternity ago, the beginning of the Hatching, N’at was seeking his friend’s attention as soon as they were within earshot. ”Myra, meet Duermoth!” Duermoth was paying him no attention, however, instead focusing on the journey. She was so tired . . . her legs were shaking with each step she took, and it was getting harder and harder to walk . . . Finally, they were there, at the meat, and Duermoth collapsed like a puppet with her strings cut at N’at’s feet, exhausted. Now may I dream of faraway places?[/i] She questioned of Hers, who was already reaching for a meat container. Yes, you may. N’at stated with a smile, offering the Cyan a small bite of meat, which she absently took, seeming content to merely curl at Hers' feet and dream. Her muscles were tired, anyhow. Already, she was distracted, staring dreamily up at Hers as she mechanically ate the bites provided for her. Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? [/i] -- Couineth had definitely misinterpreted Rayna's mental words, as she was quite firmly not guarding her meat bucket, which had been Rayna's intent, though the girl hadn't exactly been clear with that, which Couineth had taken advantage of, and was preparing to pretty much keep the other dragonets away from the meat tables. Which were hers, of course, because she was absolutely better than them and deserved all of the meat and shouldn't have to share that meat with anyone. It wouldn't be fair if she had to share the meat that was rightfully hers! Of course, life wasn't fair. She deserved all of this. ALL of it. Couineth wasn't going to share it! But listen here, gold. Do not keep the others from eating. That is something a queen should not do.[/color] The lowly Cyan's words resounded in Couineth's head, and she turned to face the Cyan. Who are you, you ugly new mutation, which I am better than, I might add, to say what a Gold should and shouldn't do? I am Queen. I am better than you. You don't question your Queen![/i] Couineth added the last bit with a very whiny tone, huffing indignantly and turning away from the lowly Cyan. She was better than that Cyan, so nyeh (couldn't resist reusing that... *shot*)! She was, after all, a Queen. No one was better than her! She and Hers were the best, particularly herself! Why were they talking to her? Especially in such a manner? Why, it simply wasn't fair! Indignantly, she kicked at the Sands, looking infuriated by this whole thing. Rayna glanced up sharply when a spray of sand hit her leg, and she glanced in the direction of Couineth, who'd migrated back some now that she was done eating. Couineth! she snapped sharply. Appearances in the present weren't all important, she'd reminded herself after glancing in the direction of the maulings that Couineth had inflicted. However, her dragonet prancing around like a spoiled brat simply wouldn't do. Couineth might be better than the other dragons, or maybe that was simply her Gold's spoiled thoughts rubbing off on her, but it wouldn't do to have her acting like that. Stop it, Couineth! she added the last bit severely, turning over her shoulder to glare firmly in the Gold's direction, who stopped mid sand-kick. But RaynaMiiiiiiiine![/i] Couineth whined in Hers' head, only to be sharply cut off. But nothing, Couineth. You throwing a tantrum on the Sands is not something I'm going to let happen.Indignantly, Couineth kicked at the Sands again. It wasn't fair! She was better than all of them, so why were they acting like she was in the wrong? She wasn't wrong! She was always right, because she was their Queen! With that smug thought, the bratty Queen turned towards the meat, ready to go back to keeping the Hatchlings from getting at it, only to discover that not only had one of those lowly, ugly, mutations had gotten to it, but his Rider was moving for her meat! It wasn't fair! They'd snuck up on her when she wasn't watching! That was cheating! And it certainly wasn't fair! On the verge of yet another temper tantrum, Couineth kicked at the Sands, sending a spray of it in the air after the human half of the blackpair's retreating back. Not fair, not fair, not fair! Rayna turned back towards Couineth, exhaling as she stared at her dragonet. Couineth, you're embarrassing me. she thought towards the Gold at last, refusing to allow others to see the issues she was having with controlling the Gold. As if they couldn't tell by the way she was acting, throwing yet another tantrum on the sands, kicking at the Sands and complaining about how it simply wasn't fair that this black was cheating, sneaking up on her like that to grab the meat that he wasn't supposed to get! He didn't even deserve it! She deserved it all! The Gold didn't reply to Hers, continuing instead, to throw a tantrum, kicking at the Sands and making distinctly unhappy noises. How could you go behind your Queen's back and try to take my meat? You aren't worthy of it! Only I am![/i] Squawking indignantly, and mostly coming across as a spoiled child, Couineth flailed, kicking at the sands a little more, oblivious to the scene she might or might not be creating, It's not fair! I didn't even get any warning![/i] Kicking at the sands and squealing unhappily as she flailed about, throwing a tantrum right then and there. It wasn't fair! None of this was fair! Rayna's nostrils flared as she closed her eyes. This scene was an embarrassment no one was likely to forget any time soon. The maulings her dragonet had inflicted could be blamed on her lack of Impression, but now that Couineth was hers, she was supposed to be controlling the Gold. Which she was failing miserably at... That was going to have to end. Right then. Couineth! Stop that right now! It certainly isn't fair, you're right, but you need to stop! Well, calling it unfair was stretching the truth a slight bit (okay, a lot), but right then, she'd make sacrifices to get Couineth to stop throwing a tantrum on the Sands. However, the Gold had frozen mid kick at the sand when the blue moved up to her. Ew! A blue! Such a lowly thing it was! Why was it coming up to her! The Gold was torn between looming over him, trying to intimidate him or simply scooting back several steps. She didn't want that ugly little thing near her! She was a Queen, and while she was already distracted from that annoying new mutation stealing the meat that was rightfully hers, her annoyance hadn't begun to fade in the slightest with that . . . unfair incident. She hadn't made a decision yet when the lowly blue spoke to her. What was with all of these lower dragons speaking to her? She shouldn't have to associate with them! She was sooooo much better than them! Oh, Miss Gold, you are so pretty, but so upset... Can Verith help? He doesn't like seeing you like this. You should be happy - you are a gold. Verith doesn't understand... but... but... he wants to make you better![/i] Couineth stared at the blue, eyes whirling fiercely. She still wasn't sure what to do. Firstly, he'd complimented her. He'd called her pretty, which she was. She wanted to preen under the attention. Secondly, however, he was nothing but a lowly blue. Thirdly, he was . . . being ew-y. That was the best word she could think of to describe it. Well, she'd deal with it one thing at a time. Slowly, she placed her foot in the ground, looming forward to stare at the blue hatchling. Of course I'm pretty.[/i] It was entirely expected that people called her beautiful. She was, of course. She was beautiful and so much better than them! Couineth perked up at the thought, sounding slightly less whiny, if only for a second, You can't make it better. It's just not fair! They didn't give me any warning at all before sneaking up to grab food they didn't deserve! I deserve all of the food! I'm a Queen![/i] Grabbing at someone to complain to, Couineth did have a vaguely disgusted air still clinging to her. She was so much better than this Blue; he didn't deserve to be spoken to by her! Still, he was being sympathetic, and torn between complaining about how unfair life was already and getting rid of the lowly blue thing before her, Couineth decided that she would do both. She'd get rid of him after she'd complained suitably about how unfair life was when she was surrounded by such self-centered creatures. Seeming aware of the fact that Couineth wasn't going to throw a tantrum again and wasn't going to start eating for no reason other than to keep the 'lower dragonets' away from the food, Rayna seemed to relax just a bit, though she continued to focus her attention on Couineth, just in case she changed her mind about throwing a tantrum on the sands. Ugh. She could see why Callistath had seemed so embarrassed about her child now, but Couineth was, well, she loved Couineth. It was complicated. Life was, however. And unfair, too, according to Couineth. Rayna smiled to herself at the thought, seeming to relax slightly.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 15, 2010 16:01:14 GMT -5
Avith, don't worry about her. Hers, from what I know, will be able to keep her in line. She's a babe--you all are--and she'll learn how to behave with age. Myra pointed out to the cyan, whose eyes continued to bore deadly holes into the gold. She really disliked people who were rude for no reason, and under her watch, nothing bad was going to happen. But since Hers had told her not to starts anything...Alright, Myramine. But I will be keeping an eye on her until she learns her place as a queen, like our mother.
Myra couldn't help but giggle. Her dragon was more mature than she was. But hey, that would be beneficial to both of them! Myra could teach Avith to lighten up, and the dragon in turn could teach her how to grow up. What a great combination! With a few pats of the head, and some last minute chunks of meat, the girl was able to get the cyan away from any trouble and toward the other end of the feeding table.
Only when Avith was finished eating did her attention go anywhere else. And what perfect timing, too! Bright blue eyes popped up at the sound of her name being called over and over, but she knew the voice before she saw the man. He was a man now, right? Her eyes stuck to N'at as he approached her, and she nodded. Well...he'd get to that status later. "Myramyra!" he called, ending up next to her with a dragon in tow. Oh, so he'd Impressed! Wonderful! Her eyes lit up as she waved in return. The dragon sure was a slow thing...but eventually she made her way to them, curling up at N'at's feet. "Myra! Meet Duermoth!" he exclaimed happily, and her eyes finally caught sight of the dragon's color. Cyan! Just like Avith! Although she was a darker hue, she was definitely a cyan.
"Nyat! I mean....N'at!" she had to add that honorific since he'd Impressed. "Amazing! She's beautiful! Reminds me of a puppy." Myra crooned, reaching down to pat Duermoth's head softly. So adorable! Her words couldn't even express how she felt at that moment. It wasn't as overwhelming as her Impression to Avith, but the fact that her self proclaimed best-friend had also Impressed...she couldn't help it. "I'm SO proud of you!" Myra squealed, jumping into N'at's arms. She buried her face into his shoulder, trying to hide her eyes which threatened to release a stream of tears. Happy ones, though. This was definitely not a sad day by any means!
Avith, noting Hers' actions, gave N'at and His a draconic smile. So this was Her's friend? That meant the other cyan would become her friend as well! The older cyan padded up to Duermoth and nudged her softly, as if welcoming her to the world. She seemed weak, but that was no problem for a dragon. Mine, she will be a great dragon and companion for us both. And she won't get into trouble either. I like them. Myra, whose face was still buried in N'at's shoulder, nodded as she let a few tears slip. Yeah, Avith, we'll all become great pals! Together, we can do anything!
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