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Post by phantomofthewolves on Apr 28, 2013 10:11:39 GMT -5
Kite had watched the bronze Impress to someone else and felt that he would leave the Sands disappointed. Then, he felt that his middle was being bumped by a dragonet. He looked down and there, gazing into his eyes with swirling rainbows was a blue. Make way for the great, the wonderful, Rothath of Trelis Weyr! We shall make a great team Kite, don't you think? the little blue said and Kite, no, K'te now gave a smile. We will, my little Rothath, we will make a fantastic team. he replied and stroked his new bonded's head. Rothath gave a croon and pressed his head into K'te's palm. Stepping backwards and leading his bonded to food, he looked up to the crowds and spotted G'daro. He pointed towards him and then to Rothath. Rothath responded by looking up at the big brown dragon by G'daro's side. Who's that big brown dragon up there, Mine? His rider is yelling at you. Rothath asked, gazing into Banemith's eyes. That is G'daro and his dragon, brown Banemith. G'daro's my cousin. K'te replied as he took a bowl of meat and returned to his bonded's side. He took a piece and fed it to Rothath. What will the future hold for us? K'te wondered as he continued feeding his blue, the most perfect blue in all the Weyr.
------------------------------- G'daro yawned from pure boredom. He had been watching Kite stand there since he arrived and already he was feeling tired. Then it happened: Impression was made between Kite and a blue. He leaped to his feet and started yelling happily. Calm down, Mine. It's just a little blue. Banemith told his rider. I know it's just a blue, but it's Kite's blue! Oops, I meant K'te's. Banemith chuckled warmly at his rider's error and turned to watch K'te bond with Rothath.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 28, 2013 10:26:45 GMT -5
More eggs were rocking, and two in particular, the Jester and Thorn eggs, looked ready to hatch very soon. Idly, Laila wondered if perhaps her dragon lay in one of them. She hoped they would hatch soon...but it wouldn't be quite yet, apparently. The obsidian and the blue, meanwhile, were sharing a moment with their mother which made Laila smile. It was a good thing not all of the dragons in this clutch were vicious.
She watched with interest as the two hatchlings began to approach the candidates together together, though the blue seemed a bit more impatient than his sister. It probably wasn't much of a surprise that he was the first to find his rider. Then it was the obsidian's turn. Laila found herself getting more and more nervous as the sub-queen observed the candidates, getting closer and closer to her. The obsidian was right in front of her...and then walking past her. Despite herself, Laila slumped a little. Well, wasn't that exactly why she had stopped herself day-dreaming about it?
The obsidian gave a sudden croon, stopping in mid-step, and she turned her head, though Laila didn't realize who the dragon was looking at until a soft voice entered her head. Oh no, you should never say that. Your Nayemanth loves all, especially you Little Flower; and dreams are the best to love. They can hold much, so very much potential Laila.
Open-mouthed and wide-eyed, Laila watched the obsidian--Nayemanth--walked to her and settle down, rustling her wings gently before wrapping them around Laila. The world shifted and reformed. Nayemanth was wonderful, perfect, and she was hers. She returned the "hug" with one of her own. She could still scarcely believe she had Impressed, but Nayemanth was very sure.
She gave another croon, and then the two of them realized how hungry the young dragon was. Nayemanth met her eyes and said, Come now, it would not do for a lady to go hungry, would it?
Laila grinned. "No, it wouldn't. The feeding tables aren't far away." She led the hatchling over to where the food was laid out, and she didn't hesitate to start feeding. She may have been meticulous, but this wasn't the time to be slow, when she could feel Nayemanth's hunger as though it was her own. Though the obsidian took quick, urgent bites, she was self-aware enough to not gulp it down in an unseemly manner, trying to hold herself properly even now.
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Post by Zero on Apr 28, 2013 10:58:10 GMT -5
It seemed now that most of the excitement was wearing off. The hatchlings were calm, even taking a moment to nuzzle up to their golden mother. Deciding to take advantage of the brief peace, Gaius dropped his eyes back to his wounded arm. At least the bleeding had all but stopped, the thick candidates robes had helped in stemming the flow and now the cut only oozed and reopened if he flexed his arm the wrong way. It was annoying to say the least.
By the time he returned his attention to the dragonets the blue was on the move and he was moving with a purpose. With quick, confident steps, the white knight blue nosed his way through the remaining candidates before screeching to a halt in front of one of the males and head butting the boy in the stomach. A happy croon and rainbow swirling eyes later and another Impression had been made. Gaius eyed the new pair for a brief moment before his attention shifted back to the obsidian. Now that playtime was over it seemed she was also ready to search out her rider from the thinning ranks. She definitely took more time than the blue had. Perhaps she was simply determined to make sure her choice was the best it could be.
Well they didn’t have to wait too long however, as the little hatchling stepped up to one of the girls and made her choice. A pair of swirling rainbow eyes later and the match was sealed. Another Impression. Gaius let his attention wander back to the remainder of the clutch. Two eggs seemed to be rocking more fervently than any of the others, the jester and the thorn being the more violent of the bunch. Scratching his chin, the blue eyed candidate wondered what sort of hatchlings would soon grace them with their presence. Then an audible crack sounded from somewhere in the remaining eggs. Folding his arms over his chest, Gaius waited for the next hatchlings to make their grand entrance.
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Post by taylor on Apr 28, 2013 13:51:50 GMT -5
Kariss was excited to have Impressed, of course, and was pleased that her daughter had already taken a liking to the garnet (and vice versa, she thought, though it was hard to tell if that was just because Rineska was the one holding raw meat). At the same time, though...well, she couldn't get the thought of violence out of her mind. Why had someone attacked the hatchlings? Who was it? She would go to the weyrwomen - or at least one - as soon as she could, but by then the attacker could be ages away. Continents away, even, if he got a dragon to help him.
Nalsulath was far from unaware of her new lifemate's concerns. With Rineska's assistance, she had now been fed quickly and the entire bowl of meat rested within her belly. She was still hungry - and worried she would never stop being hungry; was this what life was? - but it could wait. Wanting to put her rider at ease and also make sure the weyr was aware of the violence, the garnet turned to the crowd, focusing for a moment before projecting her voice to everyone. My brother and I were attacked before our siblings hatched. We chased the man away but he is out among you now. You will be watchful. You will look for a man with dark hair and light eyes. And if you find him, you will report to my rider and I - or my mother - immediately.[/color] She wasn't sure if she'd reached everyone, but the jumble of minds she'd touched should surely be enough to get the message out - those she'd missed could be filled in. She paused a moment, considering whether she wanted to say anything else, then continued, eyes turning a reddish-orange warning as she lashed her tail. Further attacks on those of my color will not be tolerated. If anyone wishes to dispute that, they may come to me.[/color] She growled low in her throat, eyes scanning the crowd, hoping people would feel singled out though she couldn't actually manage that.
Then, she relaxed and turned back to Rineska, who was staring at the sub-queen with wide eyes. I wish to eat more, little one.
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Post by taylor on Apr 28, 2013 14:05:41 GMT -5
Vorith snorted softly at Zyrakuth's words. He didn't insult Vorith's choice? Well of course not! There is nothing to insult about my choice. Mine is perfect. Yours is...well, a girl, for one. In truth, there was more behind his insults than just disdain. He was jealous. This wasn't fair! Here he was, a glorious, magnificent king. And not only had he been born in an incorrect body, but now his brother (who probably was a blue - they must have been switched. that would make sense) had chosen a girl. Between a female bronzerider and whatever the fuss was about their red sister, Vorith wasn't going to be getting any attention. No one would fawn over him, and that was just wrong. So wrong he had half a mind to go on another rampage. At least then people had been paying attention to him. His rider was bleeding, though, and so he held back. For now. He'd have plenty of time to make the world know him later.
Ko'o had mostly remained sullenly silent through Malta's words, writing them off as ignorant condescension. She clearly knew she didn't really deserve a bronze, and was insulting him to make herself feel more important. Disgusting behavior. At the quip about him bleeding out, though, he responded. Might as well make her realize how horrible a human being she was. "And if I did want to bleed out? What then? Certainly would be your fault, stealing my life purpose and sabatoging my happiness."
And then she stopped and pulled away. What?! No wait. She was supposed to be helping. He glared at her. Moving one arm behind him so he could get up on one elbow, he reached for her other hand, grabbing her wrist (and smearing blood all around it) and yanking it back to his thigh. "You're a healer! Heal me!" He glowered at her.
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Post by Ace on Apr 28, 2013 15:54:09 GMT -5
Wow, okay, too much going on for J'skull over here. There were hatchings and there was B'hari and oh, yep, Ackosyth was still sharding bleeding because hello? Healers? Anyone seen them?
"It's J'skull," he told B'hari, "and he's Ackosyth." The garnet barely tipped his head in interest, only pausing in his consumption of raw meat to get sassed by his smaller brother. Oh, this one had some stones. He liked that. If he could have, the red dragon would have grinned, but the expression in his eyes would have to be enough as he reached forward with a claw to give a rough pat. It was the best he could do, really. I like you, he decided, and that was about as far as he got before his rider finally noticed his partner from candidacy. With a bronze. Well, color Jos surprised!
"Malta!" he called, giving the young woman a wave. "Good on you! What's his name?"
But Ackosyth did not intend to be ignored that long, oh no, he was not sated just yet. He insisted on being fed further, because as far as he was concerned, wounds could wait. He had all but finished when Nalsulath decided to make a nuisance of herself, and broadcast her public service announcement. Raising his head, the garnet half-spread his wings and hissed. Do not involve others in our concerns, sister, he growled, his eyes no longer whirling blues and greens.
J'skull tensed, stepping beside his bonded as he glanced over at Kariss. Sure, maybe she couldn't control her dragon, but, "What the shards are you doing with a kid on the Sands!? Are you fucking mad?" he demanded. Her child or not, these were newborn dragons, and some of them were unbonded. What if one of the youngsters came rampaging through over here? And had she seen her own arm? "Are you really that stupid? Get that kid out of here, before she gets hurt."
Beside him, Ackosyth growled, if only to further this point. Garnets had a reputation, and he was not one to fight the stigma.
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Post by corgi on Apr 28, 2013 17:38:46 GMT -5
Mleynn didn't know how to keep count of each new hatchling that quickly hatched and impressed. He just watched and grinned, looking like a fool no doubt. Oversized sleeves and smile plastered face...
Each dragon was a miracle, because each was special. How did it feel to find your other half? Was it the same type of feeling when you became a big brother? But oh wasn't it so much more? He had felt lonely, but how lonely was life when unbonded? Didn't your whole world change, drastically like old black and white refreshing to color?
Mleynn clapped awkwardly (fighting with his robe) as the newly impressed began to feed their dragons. He decided that he would like to impress, if not now.. Then maybe some time at a different clutch.. If he wasn't suited for a dragon maybe he could get a flit, that was close, so he'd been told. There were still eggs wobbling, including the JESTER, and that alone made Mleynn quite glad either way. Impress or not, this was truly an honor!!
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Post by taylor on Apr 28, 2013 18:25:01 GMT -5
Nalsulath considered her announcement a job well done - concise, to the point, and a good display of authority before anyone could start questioning whether or not she was a sub-queen. A hiss from her brother, though, made it clear he disagreed, and her eyes darkened before he spoke a single word. She turned to him, giving a snarl of her own, teeth baring a little, though she refrained from attacking; this was her garnet brother, not some foolish blue or brown. This is far larger than just you or I, brother. Surely you realize that. Enlisting the commoners will give us more eyes and ears, so unless you wish to spend the next sevenday forgoing food and sleep in favor of playing watch wher, I suggest you accept my delegation.
Kariss hadn't really considered the danger to Rineska, to be honest. She was focused on Nalsulath, and the garnet was no threat to the child. That some other dragon might come tearing through hadn't really occurred to her, and she now looked rather horrified. She was about to speak - acknowledging his correctness and quickly sending Rineska back to where she'd come from - but Nalsulath spoke first. This second criticism, now aimed at her rider, was too offensive for her to ignore. How dare J'skull and Ackosyth challenge her and her rider so! The child is under my protection, and anyone who threatens her will be swiftly dealt with. She lifted her wings a little, both shielding Rineska and making herself look larger.
"There's a difference between punishment and prevention, Nal. She should go back to the stands."
Now Nalsulath turned her glare on her rider. She was siding with the males?! She growled quietly, but Rineska quickly spoke up. "I'm gonna go back to Bubbly. He's prolly lonely." Rineska stepped away from the garnet, selecting a reason to leave which didn't side with anyone.
Kariss breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, good idea. This is his first hatching, too, and it's probably overwhelming." She grabbed Rineska around the waist and hoisted her back up to the stands, where she slipped under the railing and ran back to her seat without looking back.
Nalsulath grumbled, glaring at the three assembled before her. She was perfectly safe, and your implication that I can not protect that which is mine is insulting. I don't enjoy being insulted. There was a layer of threat over her words, but truly she was feeling ganged up on and somewhat helpless.
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Post by jilli on Apr 28, 2013 19:09:38 GMT -5
Dalrian slowly got to his feet in the infirmary. This sickness had been gone for a few days but he was still pale and extremely weakened physically. It had been so long since normal food had stayed in his stomach that it was taking the heLer's more time than they'd like to actually have him eating again. They'd kept him from the touching because of the sickness, but there was no way in hell he was going to let them keep him from the hatching.
With wobbling hands he pulled the white candidate's robes on and slipped his feet into his sandals. He had to lean on his bed for support as his muscles faltered, and he was supported by a strong slender arm under his own. Their candidate assistant Hanako lent him her strength.
" about time you were out of bed sleepyhead. The fun has started without you.". She smiled and slowly, together they made their way to the sands. Dalrian was still a bit fuzzy from the herbs the healers had been giving him, but even he could appreciate the beauty of the bonded pairs and the newly hatched dragonets.
He made sure he could stand on his own two feet before he let hanako go help with the bonded care tasks, and looked up at Majoriith.
"You must be so proud, my lady. To have such fine children. I thank you for the opportunity you are giving me today and apologize for my appearance..." indeed he did look rough. His skin appeared pale, his eyes were darker than usual, and his lips were slightly cracked from the dehydration. But he was here, and that's what mattered.
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Post by pulp on Apr 28, 2013 20:17:10 GMT -5
"J'skull, I guess that fits better that anything else." Really B'hari hadn't thought about shortened names, but it was no matter to him. A rose by any other name and all of that wherryshit, what you called someone or something didn't change what they are. "Ackosyth. Well, he's far better behaved than Strun already." The new weyrling bent over to deal with his brown again, and his building frustration and annoyance at the lack of response was mounting. His dragon had part of his face missing, was the Weyr really so content to allow their young dragons to so unaided when they were clearly wounded? Shards and shells, even his brother's garnet had an issue with him. While
Ageashakth, meanwhile, seemed to be far less preoccupied than his new rider was of his injury, and far more concerned with being fed until he was satisfied. His whirling eyes paused on the garnet who had spoken to him, Ackosyth. Oh, excuse me for not bounding in utter joy at your concise and enlightening statement. I'm sure you'd understand that expressing my overwhelming gratitude as such acceptance is just far too much for me to handle right now. Ah, yes, there was no question as to why the brown had bonded with B'hari, the two were like two rotten little peas in a pod already. Ageashakth might've said more but then came that lovely interruption from one of his clutchsiblings.
Nope. Ageashakth couldn't help but respond to Nalsulath. I'd wager individuals may be more inclined to back your newly-hatched request if you bothered to include all of the sorts in it rather than putting yourself and your color on such high pedestals. In fact I think it's because you all are singled out that you garner such attention in the first place. The brown shook his head a bit, to which B'hari only hissed in annoyance when it interfered with his process of trying to apply more pressure onto that very obvious wound. B'hari honestly thought that little speech by the apparent female garnet was, well, a little over the top. Please, these were newly hatched dragons, babes, the amount of self-glorification and pride was nearly palpable in that message. Privately, to his rider, Ageashakth chuckled mentally. Well with her head so far up her own tailfork I'm sure she can't distinguish the smell of her own shit from anything else.
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Post by kite on Apr 29, 2013 12:41:24 GMT -5
Zyrakuth simply looked at Vorith, his hunger eroding even his generous store of patience. How observant of you, he answered distractedly, turning his whirling eyes to his girl. He wanted to help Vorith, really he did, but the Blue was making it difficult to feel charitable, and the roiling emotions coming from Malta weren't simplifying anything. It was difficult to tell where her irritation ended and his began, and his belly was clamoring to be filled. He had spent quite a bit of time on the Sands before finding Malta, and hatching was a hungry business anyway. He simply wanted both Vorith and his boy to be quiet. Malta could set everything to rights within minutes, and then she could feed him.
"Then I'd be more than happy to help you," she answered, her tone bluntly honest. As far as she could tell, all of Pern would be improved by the death of this moron and his awful dragon. She couldn't hear what Vorith had been saying, but she could feel Zyrakuth's unhappiness, and that only intensified her own anger. She'd only known him a brief time, but she loved him with a fierceness she'd never experienced before, and the thought of anyone making him upset made her want to hit something. If she could have stuffed a boot up Vorith's tail-fork and not paid for it in flesh, she'd have been happy to. And if he left her another foot, well, she had a boot for his Rider, too.
When Ko'o dared to touch her, grabbing her wrist and bringing it forcibly back to his thigh, Malta completely lost her head. Without even a second's hesitation, her remaining hand was fisted and driving towards his face with all the force she could muster. Zyrakuth bugled his distress, but he had no chance to stop her before the blow was well on its way. Before she even knew if she'd hit him or not, she twisted her wrist savagely free of his grip, ignoring the pain. She'd already been sitting on her heels, and one nimble movement brought her to her feet. She turned, stalking towards the feeding tables. "I am a dragonhealer," she said over her shoulder, with a calm she didn't feel, "Heal yourself."
Zyrakuth warbled uncertainly, moving quickly after Malta. He kept his head turned, trying to keep an eye both on his girl and his brother, watching for signs of the volatile Blue's attack as he protected her back. That was not right, he mourned. "He is not right," she corrected him tersely.
As she neared the feeding tables, in no mood to reassure the worried Bronze and feeling rather guilty for it already, she was nonetheless pleased to see Motoki already there with a lovely Green. She waved in response to the girl's hello, and when Joskull called out, she moved in his direction. His dragon had been dripping ichor, and so had Bahari's; naturally the two were together. "He's Zyrakuth," she answered, a smile splitting her face automatically at this announcement of his name, "Thanks. What's your Garnet's name? And yours as well, I suppose." He wouldn't be Joskull anymore, after all. She rather hoped no one would expect her to take an honorific simply because her dragon was male. She'd never get used to answering to M'ta or some-such.
She'd turned to Bahari, intending to congratulate him and offer help with his Brown's face, but Nalsulath's voice broke into her head. She was rather shocked, turning to Zyrakuth, but he only approximated a shrug. I had not broken shell yet, he explained, and turned his eyes hopefully to the bowls of meat again. Feeling reproached, though he hadn't said a word, Malta quickly got a bowl for him and offered him a chunk of bloody flesh. Zyrakuth accepted it with relish, tossing it back into his gullet with a very palpable sense of both pleasure and gratitude. Malta smothered a smile and gave him another, settling on a steady pace of offering good-sized pieces, waiting for him to swallow, and giving him another when he gaped his jaws for more. "Bahari," she said, trying to gain his attention, "Or whatever you're called now. If you'll let me, I'd like to look at your Brown's face once I get some meat into Zyrakuth." For the most part, she ignored the female Garnet's announcement. It had little to do with her at the moment, and she had far more pressing concerns.
Briefly, she lifted her head from the very important business of stuffing meat into her Bronze to look for Gaius. She was rather surprised to see him still on the Sands, and still alone. Surely he'd Impress! It had felt good to be welcomed by Joskull and hailed by Motoki, but she considered Gaius a friend, and it would be reassuring to have him in her Weyrling class. Certainly that Bluerider wasn't going to be a big fan after today.
[Tried to leave Ko'o free to dodge out of the way; let me know if you want me to change anything!]
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Post by Lark on Apr 29, 2013 14:22:53 GMT -5
Rocking, rocking and more rocking was all that came from the two dueling eggs. Who would be first? Who? Who? The crack had come from The Thorn however, and the dragonet inside burst out gasping for breath and flaring its dark wings. Finally! Gulping down lungfuls of air, the amethyst stood shivering in the midst of the remaining egg shells, whirling eyes turning on the candidates nearby. They were there, whispering, speaking, arguing, fighting...it was just delicious.
Tilting her head, the amethyst watched the coming and goings of her impressed siblings with their riders, musing over each piece. That brown, and those blues, that obsidian, and those greens, and of course the other amethyst and the two garnets. The echoing statement of the female garnet did not surprise the amethyst in the least, oh no. She had been watching. Her siblings may have been content to still rock in their shells, but she had pushed a hole just large enough in her egg to watch everything that happened.
Tail swishing from side to side slowly as she waited to see everyone's response to the newfound information, the amethyst seemed to chuckle to herself before walk toward the middle of the group. The hatchling knew already who she wanted, and the other egg that was rocking and starting to come apart behind her interested her little. After a moment she stopped in front of one of the boys and barked a sharp note.
GIRL, BOY, WHATEVER YOU ARE GET YOUR TAIL OVER HERE! Yes you, Ildoth needs you…for what? Oh…I’m so sorry, I have forgotten in your complete inability to do a simple task. Come on chop, chop Braekkar or Braenylla, whatever you want to call yourself.
The fisher apprentice raised his head, already having decided to come to this whole affair as was expected instead of what was reality. This dragon, this amethyst that had chosen Brae though, she knew. Stepping up confidently and with a sass filled snort, Ildoth head-butted Brae in the chest after rising to her hind legs to do so. 'course I know you ash-snuffling, tail-fork of a wherry-brain. Now get over here and let's eat, I'm hungry and you're trying my patience.
QUEEN OF THORNS AMETHYST-BRAE *Lark* Name: Ildoth Based on: Queen of Thorns Color: Amethyst Hex Codes: 923ad9, 4e4658, 341f40, 5f1d8eSize: 25 feet Personality: Ildoth is a piece of work, if only because she is constantly playing another character. The real Ildoth is cunning, careful, wise, and somewhat senile to be honest. The one that she shows on the outside is the true, blue expected form of an amethyst. She pretends to be the silly little female so that others do not expect much of her, so that they will underestimate her. Then, it is much easier to see what truly is at play around her. Ildoth does not mind playing the “fool”, in fact, she enjoys it. It amuses her in a way, and it is only around people when she gets exasperated that she finally reveals who she normally is. Like her brown brother though, Ildoth keeps her ears and mind open to rumors and possibilities. Every lie holds a bit of truth, you just have to know what that truth is. The game of lies and deception is one she loves, and it is one she plays very well. However, even this amethyst is not immune to the limited memory that is known of her color, and often when she pretends to “forget” something…she actually does. She can be incredibly hard on herself during these times, and will even take it out by scolding her rider and all that her rider surrounds themselves with.
As the pair walked off, The Jester egg finally decided to hatch, seeing as the battle was over *for now it supposed*, it was time to celebrate and show everyone its great presence! Hopping out with a burst of egg shells, the dragonet pounced onto the ground, skidding across the sands as it finally came to a stop. Hey! People you should be looking at him, he would deal with all of this, he promised. See all of those siblings? They were his siblings to control, and they were his to deal with.
Almost strutting around with a hint of a smirk, the ebony took a few confident steps before slipping slightly and stumbling. Once righted though, the dark hatchling shifted his gaze from one side to the other. Anyone see that? No? Good! Off again he was going, strutting around the remaining eggs until a crack made him shift over and look behind him. Oh? Was one of his siblings hatching? Good, now he would have someone to...oh, it was you. Wilting from complete boredom as The Stoic egg started to hatch, The Jester sighed and batted its yawning jaws with a stretched wing as if tired by the delicately calculated way its sibling was climbing out from its egg.
The newly emerged brown however just took a look at its smaller brother and snorted, raising its head high. Frivolous, unneeded and overly energetic. That was how he instantly judged the black hatchling. Stiffly walking, and oh didn't that just look as if The Stoic had something up his tail-fork to The Jester, the brown paraded over toward the candidates assembled and bit off a growl. Too few. He had hatched too late, his siblings thinking it was right to impress before him. They were not the best choices, and yet they had gotten their riders first. That was just not fair, yet the fates were not fair in of themselves.
Eying Gauis the brown snorted. No, too easily fooled that and too much emotion in him. He was not what he wanted. Mlyenn? Shards no, definitely not that one. Hissing even at the young boy, The Stoic continued farther. Dalrian? Almost, that one was perhaps closer but he was ill and not well. That was not the most logical of choices and so he would keep going. As for the females still available, the brown turned his nose up at them and shook his head. No, not them either, at least not what he could see from here. Finally though, finally he came across a candidate that was decent enough he supposed and the brown barked a stern order for the candidate to come forward for inspection.
A once around, a twice around, and then the brown nodded his head.
STANNIS BROWN-adoptable Name: Ykonth Based on: Stannis Baratheon Color: Brown Hex Codes: ae2f0f, 4f2a14Size: 36 feet Personality: No. The answer is no. That is what your Ykonth says, now stop with your tom-foolery and get to work.Unlike some of his siblings, Ykonth is firm and stoic…and very dry. He has a dry humor, he has a dry wit, and he is cold and aloof to everyone and anyone he meets. Some would describe him as a kill-joy, others as the grumpiest dragon ever hatched. In reality, they would be right. Ykonth takes all of that stereo-typical, work horse brown ideology and morphs it into a whole new level. He doesn’t just work hard, he takes the entire Weyr onto his shoulders and acts beyond his years because of it. There is not kindness in those eyes though, no light or love or happiness, there just is a firm disapproval of almost everything he sees. Gaining approval is not an easy feat to get from this brown, and to do so means that great things are coming for you in the future. Unfortunately, he is not without his vices, and Ykonth does want power. He wants it because he feels that he works harder than anyone else to get it. So, anyone, especially a female, that can try and lure him on to gain it, will find it quite simple. He is never cruel for the sake of being cruel, and that will make him cringe in disgust, but he does not take humor in anything and so can come off as such as well.
That left The Jester ebony to sigh and shake his head. His sibling was so terribly dim sometimes, and definitely boring. No one loved him, and though he were to certainly try and gain people to follow him, he would never truly be loved. Fear would be the only thing that ruled, and that was not good enough. The ebony liked it when people and dragons alike sought out his company for the general enjoyment of it. There was more to him than just a simple "jester" though, the ebony dreamed, and he dreamed big.
Glancing around, he finally settled on a candidate that his brother had walked past and had thought was improper. No, this one was perfect for him though and walking over to the human, the ebony dipped his head before tossing it with a happy croon.
Oh come oooon. Just relax, your Turylth has it covered. See all of these dragons around us? What can possibly go wrong with them all on our side? Gauis, you think too much sometimes, really Mine you do.
RENLY EBONY-GAIUS *Zero* Name: Turylth Based on: Renly Baratheon Color: Ebony Hex Codes: 222124, 414042, 121112, 6a696dSize: 18 feet Personality: Turylth is one for big affairs. He enjoys parties, and festivals, and rumors, and big events, and things that has the Weyr buzzing with information. He takes a sweet glee at all things that should be unknown, and if there is anything that is his biggest fault, it is his own personality. He is terribly prideful, and not in the same puffed-up and stoic sort of way that his brothers can be. No, he is proud in a way that has him caring little of what others think and has him jovial and jesting when it is most inappropriate. Those jests do not even hold the same tact that his little brown sibling would use. No, oh no, Turylth is just plain childish. He is a boy playing at his father’s craft, a Lordling pretending to be Lord, a babe pretending to be a King. Unfortunately, he has no idea that he is not in charge, or that he is generally incorrect. He just keeps on going, ever light and happy and loving of everything around him. He has big dreams as well because of this, and if there was ever a fighter to chase after a Queen, it would be Turylth. In fact, if his rider tries to keep him from doing just that, he will be quite scandalized! No, Turylth is the quintessential “Kid in britches too big.”
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Zero
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Post by Zero on Apr 29, 2013 16:55:33 GMT -5
By this point his optimism may have started to falter. It’s not as though he could help it, even if self pity was something he truly despised, but watching all those eggs hatch and all those new riders walk off the sands one by one, it was difficult not to begin to picture yourself walking off the sands alone. In his case, it would be for the second time. But even with all those thoughts racing through his head, Gaius remained standing on those incredibly hot sands, only moving to shift his weight from one foot to the other.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice, uninvited, broke into his mind. The female voice, for that’s what Gaius could only assume, spoke of plots of murder and to be on the look out for a man whose description matched over half the men in the Weyr, Gaius included. He shook his head at the idea. A fat lot of good that was going to do anyone. Why don’t they just detain the entire Weyr for questioning while they were at it? A roll of his eyes later, and Gaius had pushed the voice to the side and turned his focus back to the hatching. There were still a few eggs out there after all.
He wouldn’t have to wait long as it was an amethyst that appeared first, shattering the Thorn’s shell and moving across the sands with a purpose. It seemed from the start that the hatchling knew who she wanted and she wasted no time in making her choice known. Gaius watched for a moment as the duo wandered off to the feeding tables before his attention was drawn by the sound of another splintering shell. Just in time he looked to see the Jester egg fly apart in a shower of egg shells as its occupant bounced out into the world with an air of confidence. “Oh geez…” Cocking a brow, Gaius eyed the ebony as he seemed to strut across the sands. Oh this one just loved the attention, that was obvious.
Before he could say another word on the hatchlings antics, another egg had started to hatch. So of course Gaius turned his attention to the newcomer. Another brown hatched, this one of normal size than its sibling. Of course the candidate watched it closely, especially when the young dragonet turned his head and stalked over towards the male candidates. For a moment, the Stoic paused before him, and in the moment Gaius thought that this was to be his dragon, but that moment was short lived. The brown seemed to give him a quick once over before snorting his disapproval and moving on.
Gaius clenched his jaw as he stared after the brown, who eventually made his choice in another male candidate a few minutes later. Well he had all but had enough and was ready to call it a day at this point, the jester having practically been forgotten by now. Oh come oooon. Just relax, your Turylth has it covered. See all of these dragons around us? What can possibly go wrong with them all on our side? Gaius, you think too much sometimes, really Mine you do.
Gaius slowly turned his head and let his blue gaze fall on the black dragon at his feet. He watched as the ebony dipped his head before tossing it back with a happy croon, eyes a flurry of rainbows. He stood there, absolutely dumbstruck for a few moments with a slack jaw, unable to speak. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Oh it’s happening all right. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long, you wouldn’t believe what a hassle breaking one of those eggs can be. But can I make an entrance or what? Turylth warbled cheerfully before head butting his chosen one in the leg. Now let’s eat!
Clearing his throat, Gaius finally shook the fog from his head and let hand rest on his dragons shoulder and grinned when the apparition didn’t vanish. Turylth remained solid. His dragon was real. “Alright, let’s go eat.” As they started towards the feeding tables, Gaius scanned the crowd till he spotted Malta. Grinning like a fool, Gaius gave his friend a wave before walking over with Turylth in tow. “Congratulations! What’s his name?” Grabbing a clean rag and a bucket of meat for himself, Gaius went about cleaning the remaining egg gunk off Turylth and offering a smallish piece of bloodied meat for the hatchling to swallow every few seconds.
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Akira
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Post by Akira on Apr 30, 2013 17:45:21 GMT -5
Motoki sighed as she decided to just avoid the blue and his rider for now and instead take care of her lovely little green dragon. Come on Ayr, let’s get you some food. Mo smiled and giggled softly at Ayrayeth’s happy trill. Yes, food sounds nice TokiMine. Then we should get your leg looked at. Ayr was serious as she spoke, and knew exactly just how much her rider’s leg was hurting. Mo smiled and nodded at her dragons words as the two of them made their way over to where the food was.
Motoki was actually rather surprised to find that there was actually a healer waiting for her to get out of the main crowd of newly impressed weyrlings. So after she had grabbed a bucket of food for Ayrayeth, Mo sat down and let the healer get to work. Thankfully the marks on her leg weren’t anything to really worry about. Mo would still be able to function completely normally as a rider, though she may have a slight limp. But she wasn’t really worried about some limp as long as she would still be able to do everything that a normal rider would do.
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Post by Kitsuneko on May 1, 2013 10:38:56 GMT -5
Laila was about halfway finished feeding Nayemanth when she heard a female voice in her head that wasn't her own or Nayemanth's. It was saying to be on the lookout for a man who'd attacked the eggs. Laila's head shot up. That hadn't just been the garnets fighting each other like she'd assumed at the time. Hearing that, she suddenly felt guilty for how badly she'd thought of the garnets the last few weeks.
Nayemanth crooned comfortingly. It was not really their fault. They were missing the influence of a female garnet. Things should settle down a little...once that man is caught, anyway. The obsidian was upset over the attack on her siblings, but she wasn't the type to show it so easily. She'd be watching though. With the entire Weyr on alert now, he wouldn't be free for long.
Laila was mostly focused on Nayemanth, but she did occasionally shoot a glance at the candidates and eggs. She'd noticed Jisene was still unImpressed, as was her partner from the candidate lesson, Imiika. She looked up just in time to see the Stoic egg hatch, and she watched it with some interest. Hmm, a brown. She wasn't exactly surprised; it had seemed like a very serious dragon even inside the shell.
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