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Post by seddo on May 30, 2011 23:11:20 GMT -5
Rolin heard the golden dragon. Her voice rich and urgent, echoing through his mind. It made Rolin tingle. He’d never felt that before. “Spooky…” he muttered.
He didn’t know precisely what to feel. He’d never communicated with a dragon before – only observed them. They were wonderful, but terrifying. People he understood. He saw in them the rights and the wrongs, he could put them all together like a neat little puzzle. He could look into their eyes and know what to say. But a dragon? Rolin wasn’t sure how to talk to dragon. Rolin wasn’t sure if he could even look one in the eye. “Come on, you chicken.” Rolin told himself. He ran a hand fast through his short hair, like he was trying to make a fire with sticks. A nervous habit he’d developed, not that he was often nervous… this was the first time in years.
He had to hurry. Shakily he padded down the hallway. In a section of the barracks, he pulled off his stiff leather boots and slipped on the light sandals and robes. He wished he didn’t have to wear them. He felt vulnerable in them – something he didn’t want to feel at a time like this. No. He had to stop scaring himself. He had to face this problem like it was any other. Head on charge, with no turning back. That was the way to deal with life when fear crept into the corners of your vision.
He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his long arms. He closed his eyes and slowed his heart with long deep breaths. “If only there was something to drink in this place.” No. He didn’t need some stupor of a crutch. He needed to put one foot in front of the other… one foot in front one foot in front one foot in front one… And as if no time had passed, he was there. Surrounded by the faces of hundreds of fascinated onlookers. Pale wonder on their skin, slack jawed and breathless at what was happening before them. He hadn’t expected this. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected… but the sight of it hit him like a right hook. He saw stars. The frail creature cracking open his large eyes, squinting into the sun. Taller than Rolin, but so young. He saw intelligence in those eyes, but a naivety too. He saw the grey dragon, even more in wonder than the onlookers. The phrase “I wasn’t born yesterday” popped into his head. Rolin waded into the crowd. He knew it was better not to speak, so he didn’t. He shuffled past those in the back with only a whispered “pardon me” here or there. Nearing the front of the crowd, he found his place. Suddenly, he heard Pash’s voice. A yell of excitement. He looked at her, standing there and touching her animal, a dragon the colour of the sky.
He was no longer afraid of these things. Seeing Pash and her newfound companion there together, so connected, so apart of one another. He knew that he loved these creatures. Dragon after dragon, he watched them hatch and bond with their riders. He could not imagine that honor of having one. But he was new here. New, old and foolish. It would be perhaps some time – if not forever – that he walked alone instead of flew. But even just to have been here… he thought to himself, even just to have seen this… That is something. Something I am thankful for.
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Post by princesal on May 30, 2011 23:14:38 GMT -5
As the night crept on, it felt like a moment in time, the glow baskets provided ample light so that everyone could be seen, but he saw that it cast strange shadows around the sands. It almost made everything looking eerie, and other worldly. Weslin was thankful of it, as the robes were always a bit cruel to things he had wanted to hide. It showed the entirety of his arm, the one that was thinner than the other, as if he had only trained one half of his body in a strange experiment. It was always a source of making him extremely aware of his body and the way he stood next to others. He was thankful of the lack of sun, though it made the scars that were on his arm partially visible, at the very least the white robe covered enough to show the extent of it. At any other time, he may have been too uncomfortable, and having the sense of nakedness, but he had learned that at hatching times, very few people were (if at all) focused solely on the other candidates. The newly hatched dragons held everyone attention, they certainly held Wes'.
When the snarling green approached the other boys, he actually made sure to not back down or hide, or feel fear. Maybe she was looking for a strong candidate that wouldn't be upset at the chaos she was causing, or her attitude. He had no idea that she was looking for beauty, and if he did, puzzlement would have read on his face. Certainly he was nervous, who wouldn't be when the green was more than willing to draw ichor or blood because she chose so. At least she wasn't a red, but perhaps her temperament said different. Soon enough, she moved away, not finding what she was looking for. Maybe she had heard him mentally compare her to a red, but maybe not, as she seemed to be looking towards the girls now.
He would have looked away, and turned his attention to the other dragons hatching, he could hear eggs breaking, if not for that green suddenly lashing out. What caused her to choose... oh... oh no! Even he couldn't look away as the green had intent to hurt, not just a little bit of rough play, but really hurt. Was she having trouble finding hers, but really, who could match her? Either someone who delighted in the chaos in pain she was causing as much as herself, or someone that would easily calm and control her. It seemed like a lifetime before he was able to look away.
Back at the dragons, there were more shells cracked open, and a black and almost yellow looking green stood on the sands. Unlike the iron and cyan, and the green, they seemed to have no trouble finding theirs. The black went to the girls, and he politely clapped for her, the little black was absolutely gorgeous, and Wes felt a touch of jealousy, but overall he couldn't hold onto it for very long. He trusted a dragon and it's choice entirely, there was never an error. The green seemed more focused on the boys, and for a moment he was surprised to realize that as of yet, no greens had impressed on any of the girls.
Did that mean it was going to be the snarly green that chose the first girl for a new green rider? Or would she follow the same pattern as her two sisters? Looking back at the green, during his contemplation she had impressed a candidate he had never had any contact with, so yet again a polite clap. As his hands fell to the sides, he wished that he had taken the time to have better conversation, more conversations with his fellow candidates, that he hadn't been so rude to them, hadn't pushed them away. But what was done was done, and now it was too late to fix that, so instead he silently hoped they would get what they wanted, and that any he had pushed down, or snapped at, wouldn't hold it against him.
His eyes drifted over the remaining eggs, trying to count them, but the shells distracted him, and instead all he ended up was staring at that large egg, willing it to hatch if only to satisfy his curiosity.
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Post by kayleetonkslupin on May 30, 2011 23:41:30 GMT -5
Some more dragons had Impressed. Aidan barely noticed. He was too shaken by the attack on the girl. "Xiro..." he whispered, seeking comfort, "Xiro, she attacked her." Aidan was not a happy Candidate. The only things that kept him from cutting and running were...well, quite a few things, actually, he admitted to himself.
Firstly, he had the solid warmth of Xiro at his side, which was always comforting, though he knew Xiro might not always be there. It belatedly occurred to him that once they Impressed, they might not even share a room anymore. Shards...he hadn't considered that.
Secondly, Qosis was there. He couldn't show he was afraid in front of Qosis. Or Fel. Fel was third. Or tied for second, whichever. But third...or fourth...was the gold Queen and the Weyrwoman. Aidan couldn't show himself up in front of them. They were far too important.
He would stay, and he would Impress, just like Xiro. He would! He definitely would. He wasn't so afraid that he'd run away. Not Aidan. Also, there was Bluxiro to consider. The flit was his good-luck gift from his family, a show of faith that he would Impress. So he would! He would stay, no matter what happened on the Sands. He would stay, and he, Aidan, would Impress. He would, because he had to. Just like Xiro would, because they had to stay together. It had to happen that way.
And there were the other Candidates. He hadn't gotten to know many of them really well, but he planned to. He would Impress just like them, and then he'd have more friends. Xiro would have friends, too, Aidan was sure, and his dragon, whatever the dragon happened to be, would help Xiro settle down and not want to run away. Aidan was pretty sure of that. Of course...if he was wrong, and Xiro ran away, Aidan would have his own bonded to comfort him. He was sure of it.
If nothing else...well, he always had Bluxiro. That was something, at least. Leaning in close to Xiro's side, Aidan watched the Sands to see what would happen next. "I'm glad you're my brother, Xiro," he said softly, making sure Fel wasn't near enough to listen first.
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Post by Nia on May 31, 2011 0:54:51 GMT -5
The Cyan still on the Sands really, REALLY did not like that Green. She was mean and rude. She was evil! Just as evil as the other Cyan that the Green had taken care of. What was with all these rude, evil, mean dragons? Was there no more good in the world? No, there was good, and it was the Iron she'd taken a liking too. For as mean as he acted, she could tell there was a lot of good in his heart! So she liked him. And as hard as the Iron fussed and tried to lose her by acting mean, the Cyan could tell he didn't mean it and kept by him. He was going to die of hunger out here on the Sands if he didn't go Impress, but he wouldn't Impress! Silly thing. She gave another draconic giggle. He was trying so hard to look like he didn't care! And even though that annoying Green had just brushed her off, the Cyan didn't care. Whatever. She could go be mean and evil somewhere else. The Cyan would dispense her correct amount of justice later.
While they were off doing absolutely nothing productive, the yellow and red egg in the front finally decided to break open, revealing a rather small, but bulky Green. However, unlike her yellow-green sibling, she didn't have a hint of yellow. In fact, she was more of a spring green, a very light spring green with lighter patches along her hide. She shook the remains of her egg off of herself, as she was a rather pompous and vain sort. The Green shook herself off a bit, irritated at the amount of egg goop on her beautiful, beautiful hide! She pushed herself to her feet dramatically and went to go prance in front of the girls, showing off just how beautiful and amazing she was, and oh how they wished they could Impress her, didn't they, didn't they? Boys weren't worth her time! She was far too pretty and amazing for them.
As the Green was flaunting and being generally pompous and annoying in front of the girls, the large purple egg in the back began to shake. It shook vigorously as the dragonet inside pushed its way out of the egg. It took a good while for the dragonet inside to finally push a purple foot out of the eggshell, and then an entire purple body. Yes, it was a Purple. He was rather femininely proportioned, although he was quite large for a Purple. His color was a vibrant purple color with lighter, zigzaggy stripes down his body. He shook himself off, admiring his pretty coloring before strutting out towards the Candidates. But instead of going towards the males, he strutted towards the females, the Green that was prancing out in front in particular. He moved in front of her vision, catching her attention and presumably hitting her with all sorts of exciting compliments and flirtations. Because he was a really, really good charmer. Really. He was. Everyone loved him and everyone wanted to be with him, and he had soooooo many relationships.
However, what the Purple thought was fliratious and interesting was actually quite boring and rather desperate. The Green snorted in slight amusement at the Purple and ignored him, instead prancing more in front of the girls. She was happy for his attentions, yes. But he was annoying and clingy! Seriously. A girl needed her space. The Purple tried a bit more before getting frustrated and stomping back off towards the eggs. Whatever! He didn't want to flirt with her, anyway. She was a lesser color than he was. He only wanted Purple and above! Which meant he wasn't even going to attempt to flirt with the Cyan. However, that Iron....
Anyway, before we get back to the Purple and whatever his antics are, the Green demands our attention and so we must give it to her. Not wanting the Purple to come back, she flounced into the throng of girls, seeking out Hers. Nope! Not this one. Ewww! This one smelled. She sniffed Rushera, prodding the girl with her nose a few times before moving on. Valha got a dismissive fwap from her tail, but not enough to do any harm. Boring boring lame lame! She needed attention and she needed it now! But she was better than all these dumb girls. And some of them were talking! She lashed out at Darcy, scratching up the girl's legs in anger that the girl was distracted from her brilliance with useless words. There. So much better. Oh! That one! Yes, that one! Perfect! She dramatically jumped into her chosen girl, talking excitedly. Oh LarkaMine! Your Oiloath is so happy she finally found you. She was ever so hungry and all these girls are just so stupid looking! Oh, but not you Mine. LarkaMine is the prettiest. That's why I picked you, she informed Hers with a rather pompous air about her. But that's what she was. A pompous whiner. Not that she cared, because she was the prettiest. And so was Hers!
Now back with the Purple, he was moving as flirty as possible towards the Iron, circling him and shoving the Cyan out of the way. Rather than be indignant at him, the Cyan was highly amused and chose to keep watching and giggling at herself. The reason for her amusement was that the Iron was getting very, very flustered and embarrassed by what the Purple was attempting to woo him with. He was getting angrier and angrier at the Purple's nonsense, snapping on him and shoving the Purple backwards in an attempt to yell at him to go Impress already, jeez! Stop wasting his time! The Iron shoved his way past the Purple, knocking him to the ground. The Cyan jumped over the Purple to join the Iron, giggling with amusement and clearly mocking the Iron as they both headed towards the Candidates, finally. The Purple remained behind, looking rather dejected at the Iron's rejection. Oh well. There was always another time. And there were always other dragons to hit on. Surely someone out there would respond to him favorably. Eventually. Even if he had to hit on every dragon in the entire Weyr. Female or not! As long as they were the appropriate rank. No low colors.
The Iron was stomping through the males in a fury, pushing several of them over, including Xirofel and Qosis, although he stopped to make sure they were both ok before moving on. Not that he cared, again! It was just his duty. He wasn't like that other Iron and he didn't want to hurt anymore. Just order them around like a leader. And take care of them like a leader. The Cyan had dropped back some time ago to investigate the girls, and while the Iron was somewhat sad to see her go (not that he'd admit it) he was glad she'd gone off to Impress. Finally. Now he could focus on himself. He moved through the Candidates some more, eyeing them carefully to see which of them could keep up with him and lead the way he wanted to. Nope, nope. Hmm. He guessed he couldn't afford to be so picky, and he went back to look. They had to be strong like he was! The lack of fitting minds was frustrating him, and the Iron looked angrier than he had been. Whatever! He was going with... this one! W'linMine! Never hide from your Chyurath again! Not that I was worried. Or that I couldn't find you! I could. Because I did. Oh.... [/i] He paused, Whatever. Feed me. Then we can take care of the others. Because these idiots definitely need my... er, our guidance.[/i] With the Iron finally Impressed (jeez! That guy needed to relax a bit, seriously!) the Cyan was free to also Impress. And she was hungry! Really really hungry. But the boys weren't for her, so she moved towards the girls. She stopped before fully getting to the girls, watching the one girl that had gotten hit by her mother's wrath. Hmmm! Even for such a justice-oriented dragon such as herself, this was a difficult one. Of course her mother had been right in striking down the late Candidate. The human could have hurt the Cyan and her siblings! Or the eggs! It was only natural. But had she been overreacting? It was a tough one, she had to admit. But either way, the girl laying on the sands wasn't for her, so she passed by her. However, there was an interesting one nearby. She was bleeding as well. Now this... this girl! She was wronged! The Cyan knew this! Her Green sister had to pay. She was evil, evil, evil! And the Cyan knew it! Especially for hurting this girl. Without even bothering to look at the rest of the girls, the Cyan knew this was Hers. Because they needed to seek justice together! And get back at that Green! Stand up, TanaMine! Stand and be strong![/i] Here she paused for a gigglefit consisting of a lot of "hehehehehehe", We will dispense justice! No evildoer will get away from us! Your and your Oreath will right all wrongs, won't we, Mine?[/i] The Cyan was rather triumphant and sure about herself. But of course she was! Evil was evil and good was good! No inbetweens! [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by darcy on May 31, 2011 1:14:37 GMT -5
Darcy had been about to answer Lani when she spotted a green walking toward them, and for a moment she thought that at last she would impress! But there was no whirlwind of emotion, and there was no rainbow whirling eyes as the green looked lovingly up to her. Instead there was pain as the green's claws dug into the flesh of her legs, drawing blood and sending her falling to her knees as the pain leached all strength from her muscles. Quivering in surprise Darcy turned her head to watch with livid eyes as the green impressed to Larka, and yes she did get the feeling that the green had done that on purpose ... innocent dragons her back side! That thing was vicious! Darcy chose to stare at the offending dragon for a few moments longer and then turned to examine her wounds, and while there was a nice red stain on her robes she knew the wounds where not deadly. She would be able to stay on the sands, as long as no one decided to drag her off to treat her injuries that was.
Grunting she shifted on the sands so that she was now sitting with her legs out in front of her, her eyes partially closed as the movement sent waves of pain washing around her. She wanted to stand up again but she doubted she had the strength to do so, and even if she did she knew the pressure of standing up wouldn't do her any good. At the same time she couldn't stay sitting in the sands like this as being sat prone like this left her vulnerable to another mauling, plus her rear was starting to burn from the heat of the sands.
Biting her lower lip Darcy extended on hand to Lani "Can you give me a hand up, I refuse to meet my destiny while being prone of my rear" her voice was clipped and strained with pain, but over then that the girl refused to show any further evidence of pain. She wasn't going to give the murderous green the pleasure of seeing her in pain.
Waiting for Lani's hand the girl shifted her weight a little, preparing herself for the hoped for aid of her fellow candidate. All the while she kept an eye on the eggs as she didn't need another Hatchling mauling her while she laid there in the mean time, especially with that angry green wandering around on the sands. Darcy was starting to get the sensation that she wanted nothing to do with greens at all! They where nothing but anger and drama, both things she wanted nothing to do with seeing as they where things she had issues with in her own personality. Instinct caused her to shift one of her legs nervously and she bit her lip to cope with the sensation as it trailed through her body.
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Post by Gray on May 31, 2011 1:46:34 GMT -5
Tasia wondered how much time had actually passed. Time seemed to be playing tricks on her. Some moments felt like they had stretched out forever, and others? Gone in a second. It was like she was in a time bubble and someone was toying with her. Not fun. She hissed a bit under her breath, looking over towards the hatchlings again. There was another egg wiggling, and soon another Green. They were just popping out quickly weren't they?
She laughed a bit. She should have expected it. Greens were plentiful! This one? Well she seemed... Girlish. Vain. Prideful. Totally not Tasia's style. She was the only one allowed to be vain and prideful! A Purple hatched next. Tasia had to laugh. He was so... Different from her Prince. So much more vibrant, and well, odd. When she flounced in, Tasia gave her a final look. No, she already knew this green was not hers. Tasia would not abide flouncing and strutting. The Green's little outburst did cause her to chuckle a bit.
This Hatching was not as bloody as the last, but it was bloody in an amusing way. She was quick to impress though, which left the violent Green, the Purple and the Dawdlers. Of course they were not to be alone long. Tasia stifled a smile as the Purple pursued the Iron. It was just just so absurd! The Iron was male! But then again, she doubted the Purple cared. He seemed... Desperate.
If Tasia could feel pity, she would pity him. In fact, she maybe did, it was an odd feeling, pity that is. But she shook her head. He wasn't doing anything, so he didn't deserve her attention. Finally, the Iron and the Cyan took this seriously.
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Lyr watched the hatchlings with eager eyes. Oh they were so cute and pretty and colorful! Well, the Iron wasn't exactly colorful, but he was still pretty! She sighed happily. Would her dragon be here? Maybe. If not, she still had Kida and Satin and Sequin! And F'in and Sagaral and all her friends! She was already happy that E'kiel had impressed. She knew it meant a ton to the young boy.
The Iron of course went for the boys. She smiled a bit, it would be crazy if a girl Impressed an Iron. She wasn't sure if that would even be possible. Still, it was a silly thought. She watched him as he picked through the boys, even knocking two over! It was then that she heard Tasia's laugh. A quick look was given to the Red head as she sighed. She wasn't very nice. Still, the Iron Impressed! To a boy Lyr didn't know. The young woman was starting to see a theme here.
Then the Cyan approached, and boy was she pretty. Lyr took a moment to marvel at her. But it seems none of the girls in the 'Pack' suited her. The two that were off to the side though, they amused her. Lyr was glad. Both had already been struck down. It was interesting though, the Cyan chose the girl who had been clawed by the first Green. Clapping her hands, Lyr wondered how much bad blood there would be in this clutch. The Cyan and the Black, that Cyan and the first Green. How would they grow up?
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Post by Ruin on May 31, 2011 1:50:06 GMT -5
Spring grasses—those were the colours of the newly hatched Green, she tried valiantly to shake herself free of eggshards and remains of her sac, and then just as quickly set off for the females. Sebolaren couldn’t help but smile at her; she was like a runner taught to kick his hooves high while trotting—very flashy and dramatic. She would make someone a lovely partner. His eyes were drawn to the back of the clutch as the large purple egg began cracking, fragments splintering from the main ovoid shape to reveal first a purple claw and then the remainder of the Purple dragonet. He was beautiful, a very vibrant colour—rich and deep.
However, the antics of both the Purple and his newly hatched Green sister had Sebolaren chortling softly into the back of his hand. Never had he expected to find such showbeasts within the Hatching Grounds. It was as if the Purple was flirting with the Green, the Green in turn was quite disinterested and wanted to find her Rider, and the Purple then—feeling snubbed—decided he could do far better on his own. He hadn’t expected it to progress further than that—Sebol had actually expected the Purple to impress a woman; however the dragonet had other ideas—and apparently other interests.
He forced the laughter down, catching it in his throat and simply smiling as the Purple tried to court his older Iron brother. What a sight indeed—and a much appreciated respite from torn dragonflesh and ichorletting. This hatching had been quite violent throughout, but now—here for all to see—was the comic relief. Temporarily of course—the Green had apparently felt slighted by one of the women and decided to hand out her own punishment. Then, as if nothing had occurred, she found her Rider. Another Impression.
Meanwhile, the Purple had decided that his Iron brother would be his, and of course the Iron wanted nothing to do with the whole mess, which only enticed the Purple further and even caused his loyal Cyan companion to join in with the torment. The Iron had taken just about as much as he could, in fact he had taken more than he wanted—he was done now—and here he came. Sebolaren watched him stomp his way angrily through their side of the Hatching Grounds. When the less-than-pleased Iron knocked Xirofel over, Sebol sidestepped his path of destruction—only to watch him roll into Qosis as well. He had to shake his head and laugh at that—nothing would stop these dragonets from what they wanted, not even a giant of a man—though the Iron had paused long enough to ensure neither was wounded.
Qosis of course would take care of Qosis, so Sebolaren instead extended his arm to Xirofel, “Up you get, can’t have you missing out on yours due to wallowing in the sands!” By the time Sebol was finished sorting himself back into position—the Iron had found who he had been searching for—and honestly avoiding—for most of the hatching. Of course now that her companion was gone, the Cyan realized she too could finally Impress—and get fed what’s more. He wasn’t able to see who exactly had Impressed, but it sounded like one of the previously wounded girls—none of which he had known. Still—three very quick Impressions with only minor bloodletting—and none of it dragonet! Could this be a sign for the better?
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Post by Cathaline on May 31, 2011 1:56:32 GMT -5
Niton watched with his heart in his mouth. More blood - Darcy's this time, but she managed to get back on her feet. In his mind's eye he could see claws ripping into Delgar's body, and he shuddered. No one was dead. No one was dead, but...two thirds of the eggs had yet to hatch, and that other green was still on the sands. What if she came over here next?
The iron had, and Niton clapped as a second boy he didn't know well Impressed. Dalibor officially had two new kingriders, and the first of the clutch's subkings - maybe the only - was puttering around out there. And - oh, thank goodness, the cyan had stopped by Tana. Impression? He thought so. Hopefully the cyan would be able to protect the girls. Only...dragonets had to be fed, and quickly. What if Tana had to leave poor Calmera by herself? He shifted anxiously from foot to foot.
Jerrith was gone - what would his name be, if he'd Impressed? Had his dragon had a chuckle about the fact that it ended in -th in the first place? - and Niton nervously looked over the rest of his friends. The faster they Impressed, the faster they could get out of the danger zone. And it was funny he doubted his own bravery - he was still standing here, and hope for his own Impression and safe exit hadn't even crossed his mind yet.
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With Agnith's injured leg safely bandaged, Delilah had retired to feed her, but her pink kept getting terribly distracted as her brothers and sisters arrived. Agnith greeted each and every one with a delighted - and loud - chirp, and a great deal of chattering. Though the glow of Impression still filled Delilah, she had to admit to watching with a wary eye for the green who had injured Agnith. Hopefully under a rider's care she would not strike out again, but...best Agnith didn't provoke her.
For Delilah's part, she had not been at Dalibor long enough to form relationships with most of her fellow weyrlings - so far. Sebolaren, she noted, had yet to prove himself worthy by Impressing. But she had a wide, sincere smile for the newly-made G'dan, and craning her neck, she noticed when W'lin and his iron started over. Iron! That was amazing.
For now, though, she turned to G'dan and Prith. "I'm so pleased to see you," she said.
Agnith rejoiced at the sight of her yellow-green sister. Prith! You're here and you found - oh, you found a boy! That makes me so happy I could just - She let out a loud squeal that made Delilah's eyes widen, and the girl's hand automatically went to stroke Agnith's snout. She loved her dragonet with all her heart, but it was just beginning to settle in that wait-and-see Delilah had just bonded for life to friend-to-all-living-things Agnith. What did that mean, exactly?
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Post by Chek on May 31, 2011 2:35:43 GMT -5
Valha pulled the ribbon out of Nara's hand and started pulling her hair back, “He wants to see you Stand if you Impress or not, but I'm pretty sure he's going to walk away the proud father of a new dragonrider today, Nara. Now stand up straight and make him proud!” She gave Nara a firm poke in the back...only to yelp in surprise when she got smacked by the tail of a green she had totally not even noticed Hatch.
She rubbed her leg; it stung, and might bruise a little, but it was really nothing worth mentioning. She got off lucky, unlike the girl who got claws instead of a tail fwap. She watched in interest as Weslin, Impressed the Iron, still rubbing her leg, and then clapped enthusiastically for Tana when the cyan went to the fallen girl's side. She'd missed what had happened, but Tana looked all right...and she'd Impressed!
And several other pairs were leaving the Sands already. She really needed to pay more attention to what was going on.
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Lokien's fingers twitched as he watched one Candidate after another score wounds here and there from the hatchlings. He'd been told, long ago, to leave well enough alone until he and his patient were well off the sands, but just standing here watching was slowly driving him crazy.
A black, a suspiciously yellow green, a more normal looking green, and finally the patrolling iron and cyan all Impressed in short order, all while the vicious little green prowled the Sands and the newly Hatched purple pouted across the way. He glanced up at the stands to see his sister waving frantically from the shadows at the very top of the room, Damask's head buried against her legs as protection from the still-too-bright light. He saw her shift focus and begin waving wildly at someone else, and, craning his neck, he spotted her friend, Malissa, in the crowd of girls.
Now that he though about it, he looked around, now recognizing those around him. Here was Qosis, not too far away, and there was Niton, the one with the rock-induced concussion from a few sevendays before. He relaxed a little with familiar faces around, dropping into an easy, comfortable stance, hands clasped behind his back.
As far as he could tell, none of these little ones showed any interest in him. He just had to wait this out, and he could get back to fixing up stupid folk.
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Post by glee on May 31, 2011 2:36:09 GMT -5
The hatching was going at a faster and partly more violent pace now. Jaghatai flinched every time a dragonet attacked and even more so as Callistath lashed out, but it wasn't half as bad as the last time. He tensed every time one of the hatchlings approached the crowd of boys waiting, the bright Green staring at him for a little too long for his taste and the Iron dashing dangerously close through the crowd but so far nothing happened - to him. He was a tad bit disappointed to see the second Iron go to someone else as well, but he clapped like everyone else did. He really didn't care about colour, his flitter had taught him the hard way. Like that Purple over there - sure, a Sub-King and decently built but he'd waged every last of his marks that whoever Impressed him would have one heck of a time to contain that much flirt. Thinking about it he really didn't have a clue what type of dragon he would've like. Something nice, quiet, gentle, obedient. That sounded good and very healthy for his nerves... That Black that had Impressed as first... He felt his concentration fading and quickly adjusted his posture to pay attention to the eggs in front of them again. He quickly counted - 22 left. Plenty, why did he already feel like he'd been standing here for ages?
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Frankie sat beside Scikath and offered her big chunks of meat out of the buckets that had been prepared for the Impressed. She didn't greet or acknowledge the other weyrlings; lost in thought she did nothing but watch her Cyan gulp down the food with great hunger. The dragonet paid better attention to their surroundings than Frankie, not taking her eyes off the new arrivals even as she ate. There was that stupid Blue she had so easily deceived... With a smug expression she wandered over to him and sat down in front of him. You better not eat too much. If you become too fat the Queen mother kills you and feeds you to the firelizards! Her tail flicked to point to the stands were swarms of flitters were watching. I don't want my dear Blue brother to be killed, so be careful! She crooned mockingly to Ardith's and returned to Frankie who had been watching her expressionless the whole time. Still crying like a loser, Frankiemine? This is more fun if you join, you know? "You shouldn't speak to me like that.", she anwered quietly after a while before she remembered that better sooner than later she stopped talking to her dragon with her voice. Her dragon. Who would've expected it to come out like this? "You should well remember that you need me. I feed you, I bathe you, I oil you. If you die I will live on, but if I die you will between. I don't care that you think you're the best, you still have to prove that." Scikath regarded her with a long look before she suddenly crooned wickedly and gave Frankie a soft nudge with her head. Ohhh your Scikath knew she would have fun! I will play this game with you!
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Post by Boo on May 31, 2011 3:41:40 GMT -5
Corian watched each of the Dragonets with interest but couldn't help peeking over at Ezekiel. He spotted a Healer assisting the little Dragonet and was intensely happy that Ez... E'kiel? Had impressed to the Black. He would have to find the boy sometime and ask about how he was going if the didn't impress together. Even if they did... They may not wind up in the same room together. When he saw E'kiel throw him a smile he waved a little. He knew that it was important to get assistance for the Dragon... He would just have to impress and show E'kiel later! Yes! He turned his attention back to the Hatching to see that a Purple had hatched. Corian stifled a laugh at the actions of the Purple and tried so hard to focus on what he was supposed to be doing.
He noticed that the other Iron had impressed! That was so good! He clapped enthusiastically for the Iron. When the green and cyan impressed he clapped happily again. He didn't know the two but he was still pleased for them. He smiled and swung his arms, calming his nerves. He was still bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with intense excitement.
He watched the movements of the Purple with a grin and then looked for the next egg to hatch. There must have been another one about to hatch soon. Maybe one of the smaller ones at the front. He focused his mind again. Shards... He was acting like Cirrus.
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Fel clapped her hands to her mouth when the female was knocked over. She hoped that the girl was alright! Someone went to help her up and Fel calmed a little. She dropped her hands from her mouth but did look back at Callistath with renewed shock. Still, there was so much happening. By now she clapped her hands almost automatically with each impression. She smiled again, determined to watch what was happening with the Dragons and not what the candidates were doing. No one else she knew had impressed yet but she clapped along just the same knowing it was the right thing to do.
A few more Dragons hatched and something seemed a little wrong with the Cyan. She too impressed to another candidate along with an Iron and a Green. A purple had hatched and was acting very strangely. She looked at it curiously but shrugged her shoulders. Whatever made it happy she supposed.
She wondered which egg contained, or had contained her dragon. She had been told that she might not impress this time but she could still sit here hoping that she impressed to something, right? She still had something of a chance here. There were still so many eggs left. She would impress one of them... She didn't allow herself to think like that anymore and instead stared at each hatchling as they moved about the sands.
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Post by princesal on May 31, 2011 4:02:25 GMT -5
As the night proceeded on, Wes was entirely ready for more bloodshed to occur, it seemed to be becoming a theme, and while it had started out with the hatchlings fighting among each others, it had spread to the candidates like a wildfire. Was there an end in sight? Or was the end going to be a dragon taking a candidate out of standing? Even without enough eggs in this clutch to go around, even he didn't want that happening. There was likely to be another clutch, probably not this wonderfully big, but enough that the large sum of candidates could stand for next time. That tricky green was starting to make him more and more nervous.
It seemed that every time he looked up something was happening, someone was getting hurt. It was a nerve wracking time to be a candidate on the stands right now. When would a set of talons or teeth sink into your body? What if someone standing next to you got attacked, but you didn't? Were they picking and choosing? Or was it just whoever struck their fancy? It was almost a pleasant blessing when the next two eggs hatched revealing a brilliant purple, and an almost yellow looking green.
Watching the antics of the two new hatchlings brought a smile to Wes' face, since it was very nice to see something other than pain happening. He felt himself relax a little for the first time since the hatching had started, and wondered if maybe this was a turn for the good, if perhaps there would be less blood, and fighting, and more just... well... okay. This was a bit amusing. It was as if they were both vying for the spotlight, and he could easily put music to the two of their movements (the purple and green) to get noticed the most. The green obviously knew that she was going to bond to a female, and the purple... he looked just about ready to bond to whoever he thought was going to measure up to his own perfection.
Watching with interest as the purple seemed to decide that he was too good to be vogueing, he wandered off to... to... As Weslin looked around at other candidates, he saw the same expression on their faces, so he was happy to know that he was seeing what everyone else was seeing, the purple sub-king, was very obviously flirting with the iron king, and didn't seem in a mood to stop. The cyan beauty seemed to be encouraging it too, and having a grand time laughing it up. The Iron seemed to be having a different opinion on the matter, embarrassment, and a general unamusement at the silly games when he had a hatching to watch over.
The Iron seemed so unimpressed that he finally decided that it was about time he start finding out where his candidate was. Of course that also meant that well... a rather scary looking Iron King was headed straight towards the group of boys, and that not only had it easily knocked over his purple brother, but he then proceeded to knock down two of the boys, including the tall giant that had wanted him to go into the boat of doom! But like the leader he was, he of course stopped to make sure that he hadn't done any damage, he wasn't like the green who lashed out without reason, he was strong and in control, and a leader.
Who would he impress? Weslin gave a quick look to either side of him, seeing what candidates seemed to have hopes for themselves. Hopefully the right one would be in this group. Perhaps the boy over there? Maybe that one instead? Instead the Iron kept searching, though, he hadn't seemed very intent upon finding his before now, had it been that he had felt it his duty to look over all the eggs, or that maybe he hadn't wanted to give in to admitting who his was. About to look over to see how the girls were faring with the green, he heard it...
W'linMine! Never hide from your Chyurath again! Not that I was worried. Or that I couldn't find you! I could. Because I did. Oh....[/i] He paused, Whatever. Feed me. Then we can take care of the others. Because these idiots definitely need my... er, our guidance.[/i]
Those words were like a clear ringing bell inside his mind, and he suddenly felt that missing puzzle piece fit inside, perfect. It felt amazing, it felt wonderful it f-... Wait... what!? W'lin stood there, staring at Chyurath, as if the Iron had suddenly grown a second head, and that that head was trying to chew off W'lin's arm. Did... did he just... wh-what!? That wasn't possible. "It's not... I mean... I'm..." It didn't add up, this was an Iron!! A king dragon! King's flew Queens, Queens impressed girls! GIRLS! "But I'm gay!! He hadn't meant to shout it like that, and wow, now everyone knew, and he was sure that people that weren't even near the hatching knew, and he felt color seep into his cheeks. He wasn't prepared for the scary dragon face the Iron gave him, and while he didn't have any fear of being eaten, he could feel that Chyurath had no plans for that... that the Iron was not about to have his start acting like one of his silly sisters.
W'linmine, are you quite done now? Mine can cry later, not that I want mine crying, I mean... more important things to do! I have to make sure that these idiots do not make a mess of everything. I've chosen you! Stop being annoying. Besides, Chyurath wanted to get off the sands for now, away from the bothersome purple, who he was sure had overheard his, and was now planning on using it to his advantage. As well as the gnawing hunger he had been trying to ignore since he had broken free of his shell was back in full force. There was a sting somewhere at his W'lin's immediate disbelief, and thinking for a moment, he leaned and pressed his muzzle against the young man's chest. The display of affection only lasted for a second, and he was looking around, giving his serious face to anyone who dared to say what they saw.
W'lin was still just, staring. He was gay! He had never heard of another gay man impressing a king! But... but Chyurath was giving him that look again, and the memories of all the other times that W'lin had been passed over, had stood and not impressed, came washing over him, and he was blinking back the emotions in his eyes. He didn't want to suddenly burst into tears and cause a public scene, he was sure that Chyurath wouldn't appreciate that either, it probably wasn't a good idea for the one a king just impressed to start sobbing like a child right after impression.
Food, now. There are things I... we have to do... things I should still be doing, I have to make sure that everything is alright... not because I care, but because It's what I must do. I don't care... and that warning still is in place, never hide from me again, or go someplace I don't know about, or do something without telling me first. Because it's... it's important. Because I'm responsible for you now.
Somehow that made W'lin finally start to smile, and he didn't care about a sudden public display of affection as he reached out to hug the iron, the perfect iron... though, they were going to have a very important talk in several turns. Very important. The dragon seemed to 'suffer in silence' for a moment as his hugged him, before turning away, and leading them both off the sands towards where food waited. W'lin looked back for a moment, and finally spoke to his in private, So... that purple sure is a handsome fellow. He was giving you quite a bit of attention... Because no one changed their basic core immediately, W'lin couldn't help the smirk on his lips as Chyurath shot him as dirty a look as a newly hatched dragon could.
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Post by Admin on Aug 5, 2011 14:42:16 GMT -5
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