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Post by taylor on Apr 24, 2013 19:56:51 GMT -5
Melchior had been waiting for three days now, waiting for that gold to leave the sands. Did laying eggs mean you didn't have to sharding eat...?
Finally, his chance had come. Night was coming to an end and fingers of pink were creeping over the horizon as Majoriith left the sands to hunt. Melchior took his chance, hoping the white was gone as well. If not though...well, she was small, and that meant she wasn't as scary as the gold. He left his little hideout and made his way to the sands.
The heat caught him off guard and he had to stand still a second, acclimating to the sudden shift in temperature. He looked around, eyes wide as if that would make it less dark. The white was gone as well, and he nearly cheered. Instead, he just crept forward, staying as quiet as he could.
He looked around at the eggs nestled into the hot sands. He'd not attended the touching, but he had talked to some of the candidates afterwards. One - Koroniket or something? - had been all too happy to blab about the eggs and how he'd found the bronze which would be his lifemate.
He had also, far more interesting to Melchior, found a garnet. The teen looked around and found the egg that Koroniket had described. Brown and quite large, the Rider lay a few feet away from its siblings.
Melchior stepped onto the sands, hand going to the knife at his hip. He held it sheathed until he was standing over his target, then pulled it out with a trembling hand. This was it. He was going to kill a dragon. He'd never killed anything before, certainly nothing this dramatic...but it was for the good of the weyr. No, the good of Pern.
He took a deep breath - as shaky as his hands - and lifted the knife, turning it and then smashing it down on the egg, the hard hilt cracking a thin line in the shell. He pulled back and struck again. He had to work fast if he wanted to get this egg open and slit the throat of the garnet inside before the gold mother returned from her meal.
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Post by Lark on Apr 24, 2013 19:59:27 GMT -5
The night was all too quiet for some of the eggs, as if they were holding their breath. Suddenly everything was suffocating, and a few rocked uneasily. Something was coming, but what, they did not know. The dragonets inside stirred restlessly on top of the heated sands, the shells lurching faintly upwards and to the side as sharp beaks fought against the membranes inside. Was it time? Yes, they did believe it was time to come out. There was an itching in one in particular.
The creature inside the fiery shell needed to be free, it was its time, this was the moment it had been created for. The dragonet had a purpose! A soft hissing sound escaped from a crack that ran down its length, and then another soft sound echoed a similar sentiment from not far away. Another of its siblings was hatching? Good, then this was the right time. The Priestess was entirely unknowing at this moment though that the sounds of hatching were coming from The Rider who was being forced from its shell. A sharp, louder, hiss covered up the small, quiet cracks that The Priestess was working on.
The sound was a warning to whatever was upsetting The Rider's egg. Back off! That was the snarled emotion that lunged at its attacker. Back off now. Still, the man did not relent, and The Priestess slunk from its shell in the back, quiet and demure. Blinking, the red-orange hatchling blinked its eyes, sticky egg-goo making them cling together. Slowly The Priestess tilted her head, wings aching as they unfurled pinion by pinion. The wet, sticky sound of each leather sail coming apart from its companions made a sickening pop before they finally flared out all the way.
What was that silly human doing? She had been right, the world was dark and selfish and cruel. Already it was trying to harm her siblings, and she knew now more than ever that her duty, her existence, was correct in what she had thought. With a scream that rang off of the walls, The Priestess pounced onto the man's back just before he pushed the knife through The Rider's shell. As she rolled, dragon body over human body, across the sands with the man, the dragonet watched her sibling escape from its own egg.
A dark shriek echoed its sibling's call, the young garnet scrambling up from the remains of its egg. Green ichor dripped down the front of its head till it fell from its muzzle, eyes spinning a rustic red. Ah, its sister was not going to have all of the fun. Barreling The Priestess over, The Rider batted the man before he could get up, open jaws poised to go in for the kill, neck snaked back into a chaotically beautiful "S" curve. One bite, one strike, and it would all be over! The man shook underneath the sub-king, eyes darting from The Priestess to The Rider. So this was the end? Pern would indeed fall to this creature, and its beloved Sub-Queens could not even stop them...
Sharply barking, The Priestess flicked her tail, beckoning The Rider closer. The young garnet dragon hesitated, but after a second call, he finally slunk to his sibling, hissing at the man as the human scrambled to its feet and ran from the hatching cavern. Pathetic. Whistling a scolding note, but in a playfully mocking way, the red-orange female brushed her nose against the garnet's flank before walking around the sands once, taking place in the midst of its siblings while her brother curled near the remains of its egg.
Seeing that they were both situated, the female finally gave a mental call to the Weyr, a chiming laugh echoing in the wordless message as the dragons and firelizards began the hatching hum. Oh yes, the world was dark and filled with terrors, but here she was to protect them all! Turning her head slyly as the golden form of her mother landed, the two hatched dragonets passed a knowing glance between them while Majoriith fretted over the injured and bleeding garnet.
You didn't fight each other did you? My little ones, you are family, you protect each other, not fight each other....THEY ARE HATCHING! WAKE UP EVERYONE, THEY ARE HATCHING!
Oh, how little you knew mother.
(Ooc: Feel free to have your character spotting a bloody person fleeing the scene! It is a candlemark or so shy of dawn, so your characters are most likely just waking up!)
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Post by taylor on Apr 24, 2013 20:15:11 GMT -5
Kariss was awake before she even knew why, the humming seeming to vibrate her very bones. Rineska, too, felt it. The girl had refused to sleep anywhere but curled up against her mother's side since the fire, and so the candidate felt every jolt as Rineska bolted upright and flailed in the blankets in her urgency to be free. "MOM!" If any other candidates in Kariss' room had somehow slept through the summons, they'd surely be awake now. "Mom, do you hear the humming?! Did you hear that dragon?!"
Kariss winced, and nodded, shooting an apologetic look at her glaring neighbor. "Yes, love, be quiet." She got up, dressing in her white robe and helping Rineska get out of pajamas and into warmer clothes before hurrying to the hatching chamber. She nudged her daughter up to the stands, despite Rineska's insistence that she wanted to be here, mom, where the dragons were.
Finally, she relented, and once her daughter was settled on a seat, Kariss headed down to the sands, stepping onto the hot sands. The trial of getting her five turn old settled had kept her from noticing the fleeing, bloody man; as she spotted the bleeding garnet, she gasped aloud. "Is he...?" She looked to the gold, taking a careful step forward. "Does he need help?" Oh shards, why hadn't she brought any of her healing supplies?
She'd noticed the blood too, of course. No missing that red mixed in with the green. It was hard to judge the amount from here, though, and she assumed it was from some small animal. Perhaps a bird? Or someone's pet feline? It was no secret that baby dragons hatched out ravenous, and it was clear to her that someone's pet had become the first meal of these hatchlings. Or...perhaps just the female; from the scratch on the garnet, there was no question of who had won that little tussle for food. She couldn't help shooting a disapproving glare at the female hatchling. Honestly! Beating up her brother just for a morsel of meat when she had to know Hers was coming soon to feed her all she could handle. Babies were dumb.
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Post by Ace on Apr 24, 2013 20:29:42 GMT -5
Joskull was not a morning person. This was established back at the first candidate lesson, when the candidatemaster felt the need to scare them all half to death before dawn. Even a dragon's hum had trouble waking him up, even if it was far more pleasant than the other options at this hour. Rolling over in his cot, the youth scrubbed at his eyes with one hand. What the shards was with everyone and this Ramoth forsaken hour? Even Strun seemed uninclined to stir from his tightly curled position near the blond's head.
"What time is i-" Oh, fardles. Voice in his head.
The glass-smith lurched and pulled himself up as he fumbled around in the dark. Dragon. Dragon calling everyone because... Because... EGGS. YES. Okay, eggs, they were hatching. Oh, hell, he had a few marks on this, but seriously, why so early, guys? Joskull clearly had trouble functioning, stumbling around as he tossed a stray item of clothing at Bahari's cot. "Get up," he muttered, squinting. Was his brother even sleeping there...? The candidate did get up to a lot of- Nope. Nope, do not want to consider what his little brother was getting into.
Giving himself a good shake, Joskull finally got dressed in his robe (gee, he always did want to be dressed like a bag lady!) and turned to his sleeping pet. "Strun." The garnet only opened one eye in response. "You stay. Stay." As fate would have it, the firelizard just snorted derisively and rolled back up in his little ball. Baby dragons? No thanks, he'd rather sleep. Hopefully, he'd meet Baha at the Sands, so the blond finally trotted to the sands. At least he wasn't that late. Offering the Queen a small bow, he took his place and-
Two dragons already!? The Priestess, and the Rider! Hey, he touched those two! Joskull grinned reflexively before he realized there was a- Oh. A garnet. Immediately, he thought of Strun, and stiffened. Didn't those guys usually like to hurt someone first? Looks like he already had... Great. Excellent start to an early morning.
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Post by corgi on Apr 24, 2013 20:30:44 GMT -5
Like any person at this hour, Mleynn was asleep. He was recounting the touching and the emotions from the eggs. But suddenly, the regal tone of the Gold mother filled his mind. For a bleary moment, the boy rolled back into the furs. It was dark and he was sleepy. And he was warm and.... Wait..! The eggs were hatching?!
Engulfed in trembling excitement, Mleynn stumbled around in the room. Where had he put his robe? He had to fumble around before sticking his arms through the sleeves. Not to mention the robe seemed to have not been hemmed correctly, his hands were half swallowed in white. Now really, Mleynn did not notice, but others might...
It seemed like a turn could have passed before Mleynn was ready, and plodding out the door. He stopped dead as he entered the Sands, first from the massive amount of people, second from the Garnet. His eyes slowly went wide as saucers, and stayed that way. Green, g-green! And red, inchor and blood! For a moment he wanted to score the crowd for Emeliynn, but with the red sub-king prowling with its ruby eyes, now was not the time...
Still shocked, he barely saved himself from tripping as he continued to the first arrivals. Mleynn dragged his arm over his face, wiping at the sweat that dampened his head. Was it hot in here? Or was it just the robe?
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Post by taylor on Apr 24, 2013 20:31:04 GMT -5
Koroniket heard the humming and groaned, pulling his pillow over his head and rolling himself tighter into his little blanket cacoon. Shard this; it was too early to be up. Give him five more minutes. Or maybe ten? Fifteen. Okay fifteen more minutes and then he'd face the day. Not like his bronze was going anywhere.
He lay there for a few breaths and then thought some more about his bronze. He'd not sounded like the most confident king on Pern, and perhaps he would suffer waiting on the Sands for His. Maybe it was cruel not to go right away. Or worse; what if he got so scared that Koroniket might not come that he settled for someone else? Shardit. Fine. He'd get up. But he wouldn't pretend to be happy about it.
Koroniket nipped into the kitchens to brew himself a mug of klah, and by the time he got to the sands, mug in hand, he was feeling a bit cheerier. It was still entirely too early to be awake, but at least he had something warm and delicious to drink while he waited for his bronze to show up.
He stood a bit behind the others, sipping his klah as he looked at the two hatchlings. The garnet was bloody already. Seemed fitting, really, and not overly surprising. As long as he didn't take out Ko's bronze with his useless violence, the candidate didn't much care what the sub-king did.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 24, 2013 20:35:43 GMT -5
Laila was still sound asleep in the early morning, so Majorith's shout came as a shock to her. She jolted out of bed, her heart pounding in her chest. What was that? The eggs were hatching!? Her heart was still pounding, though now it was more from excitement than surprise at the sudden awakening. The candidate climbed out of bed, dressing quickly. She knew she likely still had some time before the dragons would be ready to Impress, but she didn't want to take any chances. She'd be there as soon as she could.
After she slipped on the white candidate's robe as well as her shoes, Laila set off for the hatching sands at a brisk pace. As of yet, she didn't know of anything being out of the ordinary aside from the hatching eggs--she barely noticed a figure dashing away from the hatching sands, but didn't think anything of it, assuming them to be an early riser or a drudge running off to spread the news of the Hatching. She had a dragon to Impress. At least, she hoped so...
Laila gasped as she entered the sands and saw that two of the eggs had already hatched. And one of them was an injured garnet! What had happened here? Had the dragons been fighting each other? It would be just like a garnet, she thought, to start a fight with a sibling as soon as it hatched...
A few other candidates had gotten there before Laila, and she winced slightly in guilt when she overheard Kariss asking about the garnet. Whether he had started the fight or not, he was still hurt now, and she really shouldn't have been so quick to blame him, even if he was a garnet. Well, there were bound to be dragonhealers to tend to him in short order; there wasn't much she could do now but be there when her own dragon came looking. Shards, she hated feeling so useless sometimes, though.
Sure that the worst was now over and the garnet would soon be tended to, Laila turned her attention to the rocking eggs and the other hatched dragonet. It was very red as well, but overall it looked rather more feminine, so Laila supposed the other hatchling was a female...perhaps a sub-queen or a very large amethyst. She waited to see what would happen next.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 24, 2013 21:03:19 GMT -5
T'lo, Majorith's eggs are hatching! Moth's egg hatches as well! We must go watch. Kieranth and his rider had already been wide awake, though they were both cooped up in their weyr still. Not like T'lo had anything better do, anyway. Kieranth's words certainly drew his attention, though.
"Now?" he asked uncertainly. "You never needed to attend the other hatchings in the last three turns," he said. Even as he said it, though, he knew what made this one different. Kieranth had caught Moth in her flight-turned-run. Of course he'd want to watch his child hatch.
Kieranth, being bonded to him for turns, didn't point any of that out to him again. Instead, the blue pushed him impatiently toward the doorway. Go. I'm not leaving you here alone.
T'lo sighed, but he knew there was no getting around Kieranth in this sort of stubborn mood. Normally he wasn't very pushy with T'lo, but he could tell when he had pushed the blue's limits. He pushed his hair over the damaged part of his face and walked out. At least it was early enough that there weren't many people up and about yet, although that number was quickly growing as people went to the Hatching Sands.
T'lo took a seat up near the very top of the stands, in a relatively empty section. It was a long and tedious journey, given his bad leg, but the less people he had to interact with, the better. At least the majority of the attention would be on the hatchlings and candidates. Speaking of hatchlings...T'lo scowled as he saw what had already hatched. A couple of mutants, and there were already injuries as well. That didn't bode well for the rest of the hatching, in his opinion. Kieranth, however, was unbothered, and settled down comfortably after greeting Moth. The little princeling egg was not quite hatching yet, it looked like, but it surely wouldn't be too long before it did.
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Post by Zero on Apr 24, 2013 21:33:37 GMT -5
What was that sound? Gaius groaned, flopping over in his bed and pulling his pillow over his head. It was too early for whatever it was and whatever it was could wait. And he was quite content in that line of thought. That was until the shuffling from his fellow candidates managed to finally wake him and that’s when the sound, that irritable buzzing in his head, finally made sense. “The eggs!” Shooting out of bed, he tumbled, tangled in the sheets as he scrambled around for his sandals and robes. He wouldn’t be late, not for this, not this time. His dragon could be out there, waiting for him right now! He couldn’t allow himself to be late to this.
The blue eyed candidate quickly splashed his face with water and ran his hands through his hair before taking off down the hall, adjusting his robes as he went. Nearing the sands he nearly collided with a stranger sprinting in the opposite direction. Now on a normal day, the blood and ichor he thought he saw on the front of the strangers clothes would have made him stop and do a double take, but today wasn’t a normal day. No, today was the day, and he wasn’t about to miss it. So, pushing the image of the stranger from his mind for now, Gaius finished his sprint to the sands.
Well, you can image his surprise when he arrived and there were already two dragonets coiled near the shattered fragments of their eggs. His eyes widened at the sight of the garnet and the blood splattered sands. Injuries? Were the two siblings squabbling already as they impatiently waited for their future riders to arrive? Wiping the momentary look of concern from his face, the garnet should be able to take care of himself after all, Gaius eyed the rest of the eggs as he strode across the hot sands to where the rest of the candidates were gathering. Let the Impressions begin.
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Post by Mystery on Apr 24, 2013 22:00:28 GMT -5
You didn't fight each other did you? My little ones, you are family, you protect each other, not fight each other....THEY ARE HATCHING! WAKE UP EVERYONE, THEY ARE HATCHING!
"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER."
Zeke's movement from sleeping to upright came within a few seconds, his body jerking upright even as he snorted sleep away. One arm rubbed across his eyes as he tried to work out what it had been that had woken him. It was always a big fuzzy when he first woke up. Oh right. There had been a dragon screeching in his head. He remembered that well enough, something about fighting and oh yeah! hatching! He was already half way out the door when he looked down at himself at the first touch of coldcold air.
Oh yeah. He should probably put clothes on.
Turning back to teh room long enough to pull robes on over his head and shoving his feet in the silly feet things that he would happily pass over for a good of boots before taking off for the hatching caverns. Naturally, his hair was still an absolute mess but did Zeke care at all? Nope. Not one little bit.
Finally skidding to a halt in teh caverns, he looked between the two babies with dismay. Was he late? He hadn't meant to miss anything. And there was the pretty flower egg that he wished he'd gotten to know a bit better, that might have been nice, but oh well. He wouldn't miss anything else, that was for sure.
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Post by pulp on Apr 24, 2013 22:13:54 GMT -5
Bahari was not in the candidate barracks, sorry Joskull, your brother's bed was empty.
Bahari was with company, a certain wherhandler that had been absolutely intriguing and hadn't quite bored him yet. The starcrafter's sweat-slicked chest was heaving, his hair a tangled mess, and he was very much awake at this hour. His mouth had been attached onto a shoulder, biting in lazy, satisfied mark into the meat of the muscle there when there was a sudden voice in his head. The biting action was stopped, and Bahari froze in place. Desire was sapped out of him instantly, and it was with a hiss he pulled away from the warm body, a steady string of milk-curdling curses pouring from his lips.
"Sharding golds and their lack of sharding warning." Bahari had dislodged himself, scrambling to get pieces of littered clothing--oh shaffit, all he needed was a pair of pants. Really, really it had to be this night, didn't it? Shards, it wasn't night any longer, but the early morning hours--low long had they been--nope, nope he couldn't think about that. Bahari had slipped back into his trousers, a tunic clutched in his hand that he didn't bother actually dressing in. "After this is over, we're continuing this." The hiss of words were directed to his company, that certain wherhandler, before he stalked out of the room, mind already buzzing at how to shape himself up. Certainly he meant the previous comment if nothing were to come out of this hatching.
If something did? Shards, at least Baha had been enjoying the moment prior to this.
Hatsya popped in near his human's head when Baha finally made it into the candidate barracks and worked nimbly through his things and the moving bodies to get the damned robe out. Bahari was surprisingly level-headed through this, he understood that panicking in this situation would only cause more trouble and a higher chance for error, therefore as long as he kept his head, and his backbone, he'd be fine. The robe was found and slipped on easily enough, and a small, distasteful frown colored his features as he looked down on it, although soon enough it melted away into an amused, sardonic smirk. Oh virginal white, that was definitely not his color, especially not that morning. Hatsya was bid to stay behind--although away from Strun, that little terror was still in there, which meant Joskull was already out of there.
The crafter's hands were in that mass of hair, pulling it back and wrapping a slender bit of ribbon to fit it into a low-slung runner's tail over one of his shoulders as he finally made his way out onto the Sands. He was a bit late compared to the bulk of candidates, and thus missed the bloody spectacle of an intruder fleeing. The candidate caught sight of his brother soon enough and slipped his way near his sibling, giving the other man a small jab of his elbow. Baha looked a bit, well, he might've look worn out if it wasn't for the adrenaline singing through his veins. "Looks like they wait for no one, hmmn?" Bahari's outlook on the whole situation was kept rather, well, guarded as those bright blue eyes of his combed over the scene. Oh he had plenty of opinions on the sight so far, but he wasn't about to start gabbing mindlessly about it.
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Post by Mystery on Apr 24, 2013 23:07:24 GMT -5
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Damion disapproves of your timing Goldie
The fact that Nyssa was neither startled nor in a panic when the gold sent out that call was something in itself. She'd woken when the voice screeched, made a note of what would change when she ruled and penned it neatly on her own pieces of parchment. Everything was done in a methodical, neat way, everything was done slowly so that she could focus. Her mind, however, was in scrambles. Even as she brushed her hair out from the tangles. Entertain doubt, and you will encourage it. If she just kept reminding herself that, then things would be fine. THese nerves were ridiculous, she'd been born to rule, she'd been born to be in a position of power and strength - not to scrape around after someone else.
Today would have to be the day.
The priestess hadn't seemed that impressed with her, but, Nyssa reflected as she pulled the white robe over herself and studied herself for a moment, she didn't know her entirely. Nyssa wanted to rule. She intended to rule well. Better than anyone else that was there, anyway. She could do this. She could do this absolutely without doubt. It was just a matter of careful planning-- maybe that was why nerves fluttered in her stomach. This was the one thing she couldn't control. Everything else was fine, everything else would fall into place, but this? She couldn't do anything about this.
Well. Either way, it was show time.
Nyssa too missed the man running for his very life, her eyes were fixed only on the Topaz hatchling, not even on the gold. A Topaz was close... wasn't exact, but it was close.
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Post by Lark on Apr 24, 2013 23:38:17 GMT -5
You know, it was a pretty lucky thing for these candidates that Majoriith was not her own clutchmother. A more strict dragoness would have been astonished at the lack of greeting or gratefulness, but not Majoriith. No, the gold was not expecting any of that, and she didn't really want it either. Instead she was too busy inspecting her children, nudging The Rider until he hissed and pawed at her muzzle. Snorting, the garnet tossed his head, ruffling his wings in the process.
Mooom, people were watching, he was busy being awesome and fearsome, okay? Taking a brief moment to let out an irritated hiss before nuzzling the clutchmother back, out of reverence for her position as Queen than anything else, The Rider snapped his head back and around as a snickering was brought to his attention. Hey! Growling at his sibling, The Rider stalked over to The Priestess, looking at her crossly for a moment before thinking better of making her understand that he was not to be messed with.
No, she was not worth hurting, nor would he ever hurt her. Instead he headed toward the candidates, nosing through the ones closest. One by one they parted like the sea, frightened of him coming any closer. Confused, the garnet paused, resting on his haunches and looking at the nearest candidate with calculating eyes. Did he predate his own achievements in such a way that the mere idea of what he was frightened those around him into submission? Huh, well that could be useful....and yet it did not really please The Rider.
If people and dragons alike were to respect and follow him, it better before what he did and not what those of his color had done before him. Snapping as a candidate got shoved toward the front, the red male bared his teeth at the young boy until the human shrank back in fear, wilting to the ground before giving a mental chuckle at the sight. Weak, definitely not what he wanted in his blooded rider. On and on his sight went, but there were many to be seen, and though he had his few that were possibilities, The Rider needed to see how they reacted to things before really setting out.
Of course, that was prefect and fine with his sister. The Priestess was still sitting primly in the middle of the clutch, wings stretched partially as she looked through the crowd of candidates and watchers. They were here to witness a great and wonderful thing, of that she was certain. Blinking the lids to her eyes to clear them of the still partial blur of egg goo, the red-orange hatchling caught site of one of those humans glaring at her. Abruptly she tilted her head, staring back at Kariss before simply flicking her tail.
Things were not always what they seemed.
Instead her gaze settled on a rocking egg. Ah! Finally, the rest of her following was here to witness the great coming of a new era! Nosing the egg as it wobbled faster and faster, The Priestess took up the hatching hum. With her it was a primal and slithering sound, melodic and beautiful, but in the most dangerous way possible. Little by little, bit by bit the egg cracked open until a head broke through the surface. Yes, come Boy-Prince, break from your egg. Purring, The Priestess backed away, wings spread and hiding the dragonet from view of the humans.
It was the shriek that must have given it all away though. It was not out of terror, or worry, or anything like that however. No, it was the shriek of utter frustration and whiny despair. The Rider garnet could have gagged at that sound, but he only twitched and bared his teeth. Just another case of something who thought itself important without any cause behind it. The Boy-Prince shrieked again though in fury, the dragonet's eyes blood red as it twisted and twisted around and around on the sands.
No, no, NO, NO, NO,NO,NO!!!
YOUR FAULT MOTHER! THIS IS ENTIRELY. YOUR. FAULT!
Hissing and shrieking and snapping his jaws, The Boy-Prince blue whacked his tail against the sands, whining again only when it cause the tender hide to break and scrape. This wasn't right, how could this be?!? He was a King! A KING! ....yes...that was right, he was a King. His fool of a mother just laid him with the wrong colored hide. He wasn't a blue, he was blue...special......
Oh yes, "special" indeed, so special that you had to be not just blue, but blue...and what a lovely shade of purple-blue you are.
If a dragon could smirk and chuckle, The Imp would be doing just that. Somehow among all the chaos and shrieking that its sibling was doing, the dragonet had slipped silently from its small egg, and had wound itself around the shelled remains of its prison. It had been so stuffy in there, honestly how could anydragon have fun there? Stretching its short wings, the dragonet checked every bit of itself to make sure everything was there. It was, if not a bit small and compact. That was alright though it supposed, it was travel sized for those humans' convenience because he certainly wasn't moving anywhere right now.
Flopping onto the sands and still chuckling with a grinning set of jaws at his blue sibling, The Imp brown yawned before looking over at The Priestess. Hey sweet thing, you wanted to come over here and sit with The Imp? He'd make it worth your while, honest. The red-orange female simply gave a melodic laugh mentally to her sibling, swishing her tail side to side before trotting toward The Rider and looking somewhat closer to those humans as well.
(Ooc: Note, the dragon speak is NOT something the humans can hear. I would have mentioned if it were, this is just for your guys' entertainment as well as ease in interpreting what is going on between the babies.)
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 24, 2013 23:58:33 GMT -5
Laila almost smiled as she watched the gold and garnet exchange nuzzles. For a moment, he was almost cute. But then the moment was over, and he was back to growling and glaring as he approached the candidates, and he even snapped at a few of them. Laila made sure to stay well out of his way.
His topaz sister was much more sedate, content to watch without actually approaching the candidates herself, at least until another egg began to hatch. Laila eyed the smaller egg as it began to crack open, straining to see the dragonet emerging from the egg. Then she clapped her hands over her ears when whatever it was began to shriek, making an awful racket. What was wrong with it?
A blue, a perfectly normal blue...except for the fit he was throwing, marching around on the sands and lashing his tail. He seemed alright, but Laila couldn't fathom why he was so very upset. She took a step backward from the blue. A little belatedly, she also noticed the brown that had hatched from the Imp egg. He seemed a cheerful sort of dragon, if rather lazy, sprawling around on the sands and looking, if anything, amused at his brother's antics. Neither of them seemed particularly interested in Impressing just yet, so Laila turned her attention back to the single female hatchling, who was at least glancing toward the candidates, though mostly she still seemed focused on her garnet brother. Would she bond soon, or would it be one of her brothers who beat her to it?
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taylor
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Post by taylor on Apr 24, 2013 23:59:34 GMT -5
Kariss really didn't understand what all the fuss was about garnets. They were dragons just like any other, and if they were a little testy, there was surely a reason for it. She'd never met an animal which was inherently bad in all her time as a beast healer; they were usually in pain or frightened or just misunderstood. The same, she was sure, was true for garnets. And so as the little male came prowling through the ranks, she took this as a chance to get a closer look at him. She stepped forward, pushing another candidate out of the way so she was at the front of the pack. That cut didn't look too deep from the brief look she got at the male's face, and that had her breathing a sigh of relief. Still, it was concerning that he had that cut, deep or not.
She caught the topaz' gaze. It was hard to tell with no words, but she got the sense that the little dragon knew what the glare was about and wasn't bothered by it. So either she was completely heartless - which, again, went against Kariss' positive view of people - or there was something Kariss was missing.
Before she could question anything - if she'd even known how to go about doing so - a shriek made her jump. Now what? She looked first to Rineska, a habit. Once she saw that the girl was safe in the stands, she looked around again. She had just spotted the blue when she heard Rineska yell. "Mom look! The little one hatched!"
Kariss winced - surely that was against tradition, yelling like that. She'd probably have to have another talk with Rineska about manners. But she looked over and sure enough, there was the imp. If her daughter - who'd been babbling about the tiny egg since she saw it laid - hadn't alerted her, Kariss likely wouldn't have noticed him sitting there so still. She looked around, mentally tallying the babies and their colors. Good variety, if nothing else.
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