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Post by wildfire on Dec 6, 2010 19:36:03 GMT -5
Ariya watched as one of the candidates moved toward the teal blue that had hatched. Her eyes widened and she started to call out to him to stop when the other blue shove the teal out of the way. She paused for a minute hoping the baby was okay before glancing at the boy.
"Hey just stay where you are. They'll come to you." she said but any reply was lost when the first blue slashed another boy and froze seeming to stare at her. Without warning hunger and fear poured into her along with a desperate sense of need. She gasped softly before going over to the baby, whose name she realized was Inysalth. She wasn't sure how she knew but she did. She gently stroked her hand down his still damp neck.
"Easy, love, I'm here. You're alright. I won't leave you." she said and the blue gave a happy croon moving closer to her. A smile tugged at her mouth. He was hers and she would never give him up. Not for the world.
"Come on I bet your hungry." she said as hunger began to beat at her in stronger waves as their bond strengthened. She led Inysalth over to the food to begin feeding him. Circa and Storm chirped happily at the new addition to their family.
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"Idiot." Yukiro grumbled at the boy who threw himself at the hatchlings. Didn't he know better? The blonde shook his head as the blue found his shortly after his green sister did. He eyed the other blue and brown though one eye unconsciously stayed on the unimpressed gold just in case he needed to move. He wasn't going to get slashed if he could help it.
Sunfire hissed at the two blues a bit. They were being silly shoving each other around. Now all that was left to do was wait and see what else hatched and who else impressed.
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 6, 2010 19:59:20 GMT -5
Seldrimme frowned a little as she saw the inevitable, knowing that she could do nothing but watch now. Thankfully the wounds taken by the dragons as well as the boy were nothing serious, and she knew that all would be tended well after everything was sorted out. She saw the looks on the face of the candidate who went off with the green, and she found herself wondering what it felt like. Then she looked over the sands, looking at each of the hatchlings in turn. She looked a moment at each one, wondering. Is there something she should be doing inside? All the fretting in the world over what she should have felt wasn’t going to change anything. She was who she was. Even if she didn’t impress she was a Weaver and a successful one, even so young. She also had Weft, even if that would be a little bit of explaining for her to do to her family. She’d teach Weft something useful. Here she took a moment to look around at the faces of her peers. She took in each one, wondering how they approached it. She was surprised to find that Syreaka seemed unprepared. One of the Candidates had worn boots instead of sandals - Ariya, that was her name. Boots or sandals, a blue had found her. Of the other candidates, some seemed eager, others hesitant. What was she? She wasn’t even sure. It was like being in a dream, a trance, where everything happened outside of anything she could plan or control. She looked again for weft, and this time he was creeping up close to a pair of firelizards, a dark green and a bright purple, and though his attention was there his eyes flicked over to Seldrimme. He was watching her, but giving her the space she needed. It was like the warm hand on her shoulder… With that she closed herself off from Weft and his activities a little more. She blamed him that she’d even take comfort in such a thought. Again she looked over each hatchling, watching, waiting.
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Post by Briarwind on Dec 6, 2010 20:28:51 GMT -5
One hatchling was bleeding, one candidate, clutching a savaged stomach, and a scarce two impressions had been made. Near as many eggs had broken by being struck as had been broken by the efforts of their occupants. The entire affair was, frankly, one of the most disorganized, messy, dangerous, violent things Akantral had seen in a very long time. And this constituted a joyous occasion, to be celebrated? Weyrs were full of madmen. There was clearly, obviously, no other explanation. What in the world had possessed her to agree to this insanity? The look on Ariya's face as the blue impressed, the look on the face of the new weyrling with the green, and a vivid memory of J'tan and Lecarth joking and sharing a deep companionship rose up in her mind, betraying her soundly, and, chastised, she admitted, if only to herself, that she knew exactly why she had come, even if it was a silly dream for a girl such as herself. The hatchlings seemed to be coming quickly, now, several bodies dotting the sands, moving toward the candidates at various unsteady speeds. All, she noted with furrowed brow, except one. The queen, second to hatch of all of them, seemed oddly lost. Wasn't that supposed to be a bad sign? Hoping for some insight on the matter, she cast a curious gaze about the other candidates and up toward the only familiar face she saw among the riders. For all his nonchalance in coming, Rhiskyraenen knew better than to let his guard down during a hatching. He still bore a scar on his leg from the last time he'd made that mistake. No - hatchings were more than a time to be cautious, and it was with great caution that he moved amongst the candidates, watching the eggs for signs of giving way and the hatchlings for signs of charging. He did not anticipate seeing a candidate charge, however, and, startled, reached out to grab the back of the boy's robe to stop him, only to feel his fingers closing on air. Scowling, he watched the young man hurtle headlong toward what could easily be death. A bolting blue plowing into the teal the fool boy had charged was likely all that saved his life, and Rhiskyraenen had to admit that he had mixed emotions on the subject. A good mauling would teach the boy some caution, but, being frank, he also knew it was liable to get him a nasty case of dead, and nobody learned anything that way. Sharding idiot! If they made it both to the end of this, he'd be giving the fool a firm piece of his mind! 'Temper,' he chided himself, drawing a slow, restorative breath. Now was not the time, or he'd only aggravate the hatchlings. They were so sensitive in this state, and his temper running away from him would not only ruin his already dwindling chances of impression, but, like as not, get him severely hurt, as well.
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Post by agriasnesme on Dec 6, 2010 20:52:24 GMT -5
Zagok stopped, reorienting himself after being pushed aside by a heavy blue hatchling, and then gasped. The teal, that poor teal, had a score in his flank. Throwing all caution to the wind, uncaring of what might happen, he pushed forwards as the animal healer in him rose to the fore.
As a hunter, he'd had to care for canines. He'd had to hold them, comfort them, treat their wounds, and after a great deal of time, it had grown more fervent. He had his own canine, his precious Maven, to care for, and injuries during a hunt were not uncommon. He'd had to tend his fair share of wounds, and a Healer's services weren't often cheap, especially to those of the drudge-class, and he'd grown to love caring for a creature, and to hate seeing one wounded.
He was at the teal's side in moments, trying to soothe that aching wound in its side, trying to keep it from getting sand in it, and using his robe to clean it out. He was whispering that soothing song he loved to whisper as he worked in the kennels back in Delant Hold when the teal hatchling's long neck came up and Zagok found himself eye-to-eye with a dragon nearly as large as he was, eyes awhirl with pain and confusion.
Zagok broke out in a cold sweat even as he continued to do what he could for the poor creature.J'tan smiled brightly at the first Impression; a new rider for a new dawn. He calmly finished off his half-loaf and drained his klah, being absurdly careful so as not to unduly rustle Ferret and Spotter's positions on his forearms. He winced as he saw the slash in the teal's side; it would need a Healer's attentions quite quickly after it Impressed and fed, if it ever did. He smiled upon the second Impression, and nearly yelled aloud.
That damn fool kid had thrown himself so much closer to the clutch that it was nearly inevitable that he would be mauled. That he was trying to treat the hatchlings wounds didn't matter. Pre-Impression dragons knew nothing but anger, hurt, confusion, hunger, and the burning need for their bond. They didn't know gratitude, they didn't know compassion, and if that kid didn't Impress that teal, the teal would likely try to sate its hunger on his face.
Somehow, that's exactly what J'tan expected to happen. He hoped it wouldn't, but Lecarth was a little busy to warn the kid away. And then the teal looked at the damned fool, and J'tan knew it was over.
Well, at least Akantral and Deavelyn would be more sensible....he hoped.
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Post by Little Ebony on Dec 6, 2010 21:35:43 GMT -5
Aurum had the pleasure of sharing the rooms of one of her dearest, and most missed, friends. Taliene and she had been up late reacquainting themselves with each other. Even when she was down at the Collegium it was difficult for Aurum to catch a moment with her long time friend between Taliene's duties and her own. Last night had been a wonderful balm, and Aurum was feeling more relaxed than she had in a very long time. This reflected in the boneless sleep she fell into in the wee hours of the morning. She'd planned to sleep herself out that way, but it was not to be. "OW!" Aurum shot straight up, her little blue firelizard, a gift from Taliene, tumbled from her chest where he'd been seated when he tried to take a firm chunk out of her nose. "Saphie, you silly little--" she stared at him, but he wasn't even looking at her. He was only staring towards the door, bobbing his head and humming. She tulted her head. She'd only seen dragons hum when she'd attended-- Shards and shells! The hatching! Aurum flung herself wildly from the bed, glad for once she'd had foresight enough to think of keeping her white robes with her this night instead of leaving them in the barracks. She had told herself she wouldn't forgive herself if she missed a moment of the first hatching she was to not only attend but participate in. Sliding it on she ran fingers through her hair. With curls in her red hair, it didn't do much, but she didn't often wake up with her hair too sleep-mussed, either. Sliding on her sandals from the previous day she scooped up the baby firelizard and made a dash towards the hatching grounds. By the time she reached the entry, her cheeks were pinkened from the run and exhilaration. She wondered where Teimei had gotten to. She was sure the girll was going to try and stand on the-- The sight that met her eyes when she walked into the hatching seemed absolutely chaotic. She stopped midthought to take in everything. A number of dragonets had already hatched, though not all had Impressed yet. A boy lay on the sands; was he injured? Riders lined the stands above and Aurum looked up, spotting Taliene in Harper blue almost immediately and waving. With a big grin on her face she hurried to stand among the other candidates. --- L'chlan had awoken to the sound of his Bronze ramming a million excited thoughts into his brain all at once. TUmbling from bed he tried to make sense of it until Douglath reiterated one firm word, underlined with excitement. Hatching!Lach had moved with record speed, even for him, and made it to the hatching grounds just as the first of the eggs began to hatch. He quickly found his way into the stands. Spotting a very familiar blue, he weaved his way through the people until he was behind Taliene. He slid into the seat next to her, a big, uncharacteristic grin plastered across his face. Hatchings were one of the few things that really got him into high spirits, and he rarely let anyone ruin that for him. His hair, short as it was, was still messy from sleep, but the rest of his dress and appearance seemed perfectly arranged, including his knots. it was if he just couldn't be bothered by hair. Which was the truth. "You look lovely." He took the Harper in appreciatively before his grin broadened. He turned his attention to the eggs. "Have any Imp-- Kildare?" he blinked and grabbed Taliene's sleev without thinking, looking down as he saw one of his younger brothers slip on to the sands. By Faranth, what was the boy doing here? --- Kildare edged quietly onto the sands. He'd woken with the rest in the candidate barracks, but had hung behind only slightly. He had only arrived last night, without even time to go see his brother and the eggs were already hatching? He held himself back, watching the other candidates as the entered the sands. He wore the same white robes as they, although his were a little short. As the other candidates gathered, he looked up at the crowd, looking for his-- "Lach!" he'd said it out loud without realizing it as he met his brother's surprised stare. He gave a sheepish grin and, as the Bronzerider motioned at him, he hurried the rest of the way onto the sands. When Lach smiled at him, he gave the older man a tentative smile back before he allowed his attention to turn to the hatching. The little dragons were hatching left right and center, darting over each other and over the candidates, and-- Kildare winced as a boy was bowled over and injured. Even a young dragon was injured in the incident as well! He'd never expected so much violence in a hatching. As he watched though, he noted it seemed less violent than his first look suggested. They seemed to actually be stumbling! ... Well, that would make much more sense, his brain reasoned, than a bunch of newborns trying to maul each other.
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Post by Briarwind on Dec 6, 2010 21:49:53 GMT -5
Sand stirred under Teimiche's feet as she slipped out onto the sands, barely clad appropriately for the place. The white robe was thrown over her own clothing, hastily bound by a rope belt, and the sandals were nowhere to be seen, displaced by her own low, soft boots. If that alone did not prove she did not belong, the predatory gait she took up upon seeing the violence of the scene would have. Teimiche, for all that she wore the robes of a candidate, was by no means any such thing, and it showed in the way she ignored the eggs and watched the hatchlings only with wariness, rather than hope. This was none of it for her. With a light step, she padded soundlessly across the sands to step up behind Aurum, brushing her fingers over the other girl's shoulder to alert her to her presence. "That rider of yours didn't want to let me on the sands," 'Miche observed wryly, voice barely audible over the humming of the dragons. "I had to let him shove me in a robe to get him to relent." As it was, D'skel was still frowning severely at her from the entrance to the sands, but 'Miche paid him no mind. She was not here to protect Weyr tradition. She was here to protect Aurum. Judging by the boy bleeding onto the sand, it was probably a good thing she was, too.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 6, 2010 23:50:06 GMT -5
The hatching was steadily growing more chaotic. Two more eggs added to the chaos, rocking violently as one began cracking in pieces, breaking away to reveal a glistening green. Another, a small delicate blue, took a bit of a longer time to release himself, the pacing of the green managing to knock the egg enough to cause it to hatch. However, it was the sheer idiocy of a young man as he darted about to rush to the teal's side that seemed to cause several people in the stands to catch their breath in worry. He was attempting to heal the Teal, and in the process, was doing something either very brave or incredibly stupid. Either way, as he attempted to heal the dragonette, it panicked, pulling itself up and inadvertently mauling the boy in its attempt to get away and find its chosen. It was clearly in pain, his squeeling and creels audible throughout the hatching area. The wounds upon Zagok were deep, but as the teal settled down, he looked slowly up at the man in surprise, a great whirling of his eye before he looked sorrowful. Mine! Your Verulth is very sorry. I did not mean to hurt you...I am hungry and was scared, but I am scared no longer. Are you ok? Can you forgive Yours?
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 6, 2010 23:51:37 GMT -5
Verulth Impressed to: Zagok Color: Teal (Hexes: 003a26-137275) Appearance: A rich teal, Verulth has a gorgeous variation of a lighter blue along his stomach, the edges of his wings, the tip of his tail and along the top of his head. His bright-eyed gaze seems oversized due to the great girth of his head, and the pudge of his body is fully seeable when he sits from the front. A shorter tail than most teals may possess, there is an underlying strength to the dragonette that will provide him with grace and balance when he is older. Slightly smallish in size, his neck is a little short while his over-sized wings are angular, bespeaking of the possibility of great agility in the future. His claws are almost dainty, slender though large and the Veluth often finds himself falling over due to the clumsyness that comes from being a newborn dragon. Personality: Passionate, committed, willful, lovingVerutlh is quite the passionate hatchling. No problem is too small, nothing to accomplish too problematic as long as he can push himself towards his goal to the limitations he possesses. Unfortunately, this means that there are times he needs close watching, because when he throws himself in with all his heart he holds nothing back and can sometimes seem a bit overbearing with what he does. It's not that he means harm, but he just doesn't know when to hold back. Committed completely to his chosen as well as those around him, Verulth is the dragon you can count on. A strong baby, he has no problem pushing at full force, never giving up and never going back on what he says he will do. Of course, because of his youth, he tries to accomplish this as quickly as possible to open up more time to do other things and can sometimes overextend his energy as a result. Willfull and loving, Verulth sometimes doesn't quite listen. Everything is deserving of love and even if he does have a lack of judgement, why can't he share that with the world? Because of this, he's apt to do what he wants when he pleases and little will slow him down. The stern hand and an active dedication to this hatchling is required, because if he cannot share what he feels he needs to, he's apt to either cause trouble or sink into a sad bit of depression as a result.
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Post by agriasnesme on Dec 7, 2010 0:14:14 GMT -5
Zagok, or Z'gok, as he knew he would forever be, clutched his left side as he leaned heavily upon his new life partner. He gazed into those sorrowful eyes and smiled, softly, quietly. He raised his blood-covered right hand and rested it against Verulth's own open wound, mixing his blood with his dragon's before pressing it to his side again, grimacing. His voice, mixed with pain, awe, wonder, and newfound love rang out over the chaos.
"Blood and love, there is nothing to forgive, dearest Verulth."
With that, the new rider stumbled, leaning on Verulth as he whimpered softly, guiding the dragon slowly out of the chaos that was the Hatching. He balled up what was left of his robe and pressed it firmly against his side, coughing wetly.
We...we need a Healer, Verulth. I'll...show you...where to feed. We have only just...found one another. We will not be lost again.[/u][/color] J'tan's breath caught as the teal dragon mauled the fool idiot. He closed his eyes tightly, as though to ward off the death he knew was coming by denying its image. His eyes opened mere moments later, and he could not hold back his gasp. The dragon had mauled his bonded! The damned fool was blessed with Thread's own luck, if he bonded the very dragon he'd intended to heal.
He noted the way the two made their slow way out of the chaos, the stumbling shamble that characterized their wounded gait. With a deft hand, he transplanted poor Ferret to his left arm and made towards the exit, calling for Master Healer Ageomi.
He would not allow Pern to lose a good dragon and his rider to some idiotic foolishness, even if the rider was the idiot in question. Not while he was Wingleader.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 7, 2010 0:32:22 GMT -5
M’tak had at last, managed to get all the candidates to the sands. It was with that, that he made his way to the sands as quickly as he was able, soon placing himself in the stands where he could watch without being obstructive to anyone about. He had seen the two dragons impress so far, and smiled, though his attention was constantly caught by the creeling little queen, so strident, so urgent in her attempts to find her chosen. In truth, he was concerned. Normally, a hatching was fast but the hatchling didn’t always have this much trouble attempting to find their pair. He frowned. The queen was more important than any other color. Without the two they had, there would be no chance for Bivium to thrive and the Weyr itself would be in contention. Do not worry, Mine. There are many strong candidates for her to choose from. She will choose, I have faith, and then we will have a queen.The rider smiled. Something about his dragon always made him feel better, and besides, the excitement of the hatching was always something that thrived in his mind. It was elating, and each one always reminded him of when Zanylth came to him. We will always be together.M’tak smiled again. Yes, yes they would. The rider returned his attention to the eggs, picking out who was pairing with what as they impressed. However, witnessing the Teal’s impression was fascinating. Rising to help the lad, he noticed J’tan was already on it and he left the Wingleader to do it. Sitting back down in his seat, he pursed her lips and watched once more. A song. Yes, a song was perfect for this. Each of those eggs had a rhythm in their hatching all their own, and with the croon of her ever present Treble in her ear, Taliene began to hum along softly to herself. One, two, one, two..it was really quite easy once you had the handle of it. Her legs curled neatly, her little blue lizard settled down in her lap and she began to stroke the little humming hatchling. A grand occasion indeed, one she was going to refuse to think of anything else while it occured. She was smiling softly as one or two of the hatchlings impressed, just in time for L'chlan to show up as he slid unexpectedly down beside her. His grin was infectious, and Taliene grinned in response. That was when he looked over her in what seemed to be an appreciative manner, and she couldn't help but be flattered. Her smile turned soft as she tilted her head towards the man, saying, "Thank you. You do too, you know." The harper turned to watch what was going on when the man gripped her sleeve, startling her to glance at both him and the object on the sands. Huh, a young man that looked a terrible lot like L'chaln to say the least. She patted the Dragonrider's hand with one of her own and smiled, "Oh, he arrived not too long ago from what I was told. A lot of our candidates are that way, from the sounds of it." Syreaka's heart was pounding. She clutched her hand to her chest, stepping slightly in time with the humming before quickly and vanely plaiting her hair in a quick, efficient braid. It may not have been perfect, but it made her feel a sight better. With a quick adjustment of her robes, she felt at least a little more presentable. Her keen silver gaze kept track of what was occuring where, and she nodded from time to time when certain matches were made. Ariya was walking out with a blue, eh? Interesting, and oddly fitting if not the most conventional of pairings. That boy got a green...more eggs breaking apart as others began to find their matches. Perhaps what was the most memorable was when that moronic boy rushed forward to head for the Teal dragonette. Reaching out as if to stop him from where she stood, she realized he was too far away and winced as the dragonette mauled him without any problem. Concerned, she began to make her way forward to see how she could help when she noticed one thing. They had impressed. That foolish, lucky, idiotic, thoughtless candidate..had impressed the creature that had mauled him. Didn't that just take the cake? That man bore watching, if nothing else. He was reckless enough to worry the world and as he walked off the stands, staggering with his new dragon, she sighed in a faint bout of relief. At least the man would survive. Stifling her feelings on the matter, Syreaka once more turned to look at the hatchlings, moving aside when necessary. Her heart went out to that little gold who apparently could not find what she was looking for. However, in her heart that black sinking feeling of hopelessness was beginning to flow in her chest, as though she couldn't quite get rid of it. No, no! She mustn't dwell on it, and she wouldn't.
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Post by Virenn on Dec 7, 2010 2:18:22 GMT -5
When Taejinn thought that the hatching was going to go smoothly, life was quick to prove him wrong. “No--!” Taejinn hardly had a chance to take a step forward when one of the other candidates threw himself in front of the dragonets. Right when he would have thought that the Candidate was going to be mauled, the Blue pushed the Teal out of the way. Well, he certainly got lucky! Maybe now that he was alive and still in one piece, he would move away from the dragonets. Did he want to be mauled?
Taejinn shook his head, quite possibly too tired to think about something so gruesome so early in the morning. Instead, he turned his attention back to the dragons out on the sands. In a strange series of events, the Blue clumsily made his way across the sands. Right when Taejinn guessed that the Blue would Impress to someone, a Green beat him to it. However, it wasn’t very long until the handsome dragonet found His among the girls.
His gaze wandered, once again, to the young man who appeared to have some sort of a death wish. He was crazy—he had to be crazy! Why was no one trying to get him away from the dragonets? Surely he knew that going next to an unimpressed hatchling was dangerous!
Much like others who were in the crowd, Taejinn could only watch, eyes locked on the scene before him. He winced when the dragon mauled the candidate in his attempt to get away. Taejinn expected as much, but he also had hope that the Teal wouldn’t maul the dimglow. Their first death would be that of a Candidate’s… Taejinn blinked in surprise, realizing suddenly that the Teal Impressed to the candidate that he had injured and that, thankfully, a Wingleader was going out to help him.
Sure that the newly Impressed Weyrling would be given the medical attention he needed, Taejinn couldn’t help but look out at the rest of the eggs and the dragonets still on the Sands. Several greens and a blue were still looking for theirs, but what about the young Queen? She had been among the first dragonets to hatch… Why was she waiting to Impress? Could she not find Hers?
Taejinn frowned. No, Hers had to be somewhere. There were so many girls to choose from, after all!
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 7, 2010 2:22:44 GMT -5
Seldrimme watched without flinching or wincing as the rash young man tended the teal hatchling. Everyone seemed to gasp when the bond between them was realized. Very fortunate for him, indeed. Acting on emotion could be dangerous and messy and tended only to pay off by chance, like it did this time. A few more Candidates had made it to the Sands. She gave them cursory glances; it’s not that they didn’t deserve her attention, but that now was not the best time to lose focus of what was going on. She didn’t want to be mauled and end up not impressing and not able to Weave, either one. She watched as Syreaka braided her hair. It was unusual to see the woman so unprepared. Seldrimme supposed they all had to take a bath some time. She looked back over to the crooning little gold and she wished there was something she could do for it. She looked at Syreaka’s face, and then she looked around at all of the female candidates. She had to be here somewhere. Somewhere was the one. Feet dragging through the hot sand she made herself shuffle in one place, made herself stay and not drag every last girl… The heat was getting to her, that had to be it. She was becoming ill. She’d see a Healer as soon as this was over, to be sure. Such rashness was not like her at all. She felt heavy now, not tired, but unable to leave even if she had wanted to, which she found that strangely she did not. She wanted to know what was going to happen to all of them. That first touch of the eggs again flashed in her mind and she looked up to see Weft puffing out his chest just for her. Nodding at him she prepared herself again. Whatever happened she could learn from it, she could use it. If what she got from it was Weft and a handful of colours she got from the dragons, than so be it, and if what she got was having to tell her parents… well… she’d think about that if it happened. Here and now she was in the Sands, and that’s where she needed to be.
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Post by Briarwind on Dec 7, 2010 3:04:44 GMT -5
The teal duly impressed and removed from the sands with his new rider, two of the startled, dazed greens scampered forward, passing the place where Z'gok's blood stained the sands to impress to theirs. Not far behind them came the brown, impressing to his own new rider. The sands were not empty for long, however, as several more eggs heaved, freeing their constrained young onto the sands. A sturdy brown rolled out of his shell, very nearly landing atop one of a pair of newly-hatched green sisters, causing a stumbling moment that looked to end in disaster before the trio got themselves sorted out. While they handled their own unsteady chaos, a fourth egg shuddered, bumping the unhatched queen egg and causing it to stir with the first tremblings of hatching. The egg that struck it cracked, shuddered, and then burst open, spilling a startlingly bright yellow onto the sands. The gold whipped around at his emergence, hissing warningly, and stumbled away from him in her trembling fear. As if emboldened by Z'gok's unlikely success, a wiry girl slipped forward, reaching for the frightened gold, and startled the creature, who lashed out violently against her, a whimpering, hissing snarl rumbling from her throat as she staggered away from the bleeding girl, eyes whirling brilliant red. Having finally bipassed his sisters, the brown stumbled toward the candidates, walking backwards and watching the two greens twine about one another inquisitively. His tail curled around, catching under his feet and sending him tumbling end over end backwards, landing heavily on his back to stare, blinking, up at Yukiro. :Mine?: There was a pause, a moment of stillness, and then the hatchling began an overeager effort to right himself and coil catlike around Y'kiro. :Mine!:The yellow, oblivious to his brother's joy, flicked his tail at his golden sister and stalked toward the candidates - and the succulent smell of food somewhere behind them. For all his demeanour of strength, however, he was just as frightened and lost as any other hatchling, desperate to find that one, all-too-precious bond that would save his life. From one to the next he looked, stalking the candidates anxiously, until a particularly bright, lovely colour caught his eye, and his head rotated around to stare up at a mop of brilliant red hair, and... :Aurummine! Oh, Aurummine, there you are! I'm sooo-oo-ooo hungry, and you were so hard to find, and I was getting scared that I wouldn't find you, but I found you and you're here and now you'll feed me and oil me so I don't itch so much anyomore - I itch almost as much as I'm hungry - and you'll love me for always, just like you should!:Through all the chatter, through all the joy and pain and chaos, the gold sat trembling on the sands, hissing softly and pacing back and forth as panic and desperation set in. She was so hungry, and so alone... Anacheth Color: Brown (5e3d1d-9c815c) Impressed to: Y'kiro (Yukiro) Appearance: This sporting brown has a jovial, gamboling demeanour even as a hatchling, and surprising grace for such a young creature. He moves with an easy, toddling gait, not graceful, perhaps, but very steady, his wings carefully folded out of the way. His build is stocky and faintly rolly, with broad wings and a pudgy tail. It seems unlikely that he'll ever grow into a graceful creature, ground-bound, but with wings such as his, once he grows into them, he will likely swim through the skies. He will certainly never pull off the aerial acrobatics of a green or blue, but there will be a decided fluidity to his movements which he lacks on the ground. His hide is smooth and unblemished, a warm, middling brown, separated by a clear demarcation from the tawny colour of his underbelly. His cheeks, stomach, tail, and snout are all markedly paler than the rest of his hide, giving the sturdy brown a patterning faintly reminiscent of a tunnelcat. Personality: steady, calm, helpful, positive, outgoingLike many browns, the most obvious trait Anacheth possesses is decidedly steadiness. Not one to boast the unshakable stoicism of his larger brethren or the quiet, stony sureness of his smaller, Anacheth is, instead, simply very present, as immovable and real a fact as the eye and finger stones at Benden or the comfortable walls of Fort. Nothing can budge the small brown hatchling, and nevermind his youth. This is due, in no small part, to the air of calm placidity he seems to exude. Almost as if to counterpoint the excitability of his rider, the brown sports an unshakable contentment that stirs to no unnecessary action. It cannot be called laziness, for the slightest need will swiftly draw him to action. Rather, it is a peaceful conservation that seems to quiet the world around him. If there can be said to be any one great failing of Anacheth's, it is very much his absolute need to help, whether his assistance is wanted or not. If there is a thing to be done, he will cheerfully do it. If there is trouble of any sort for anyone, he is the first one on-site to rectify it. If there is any aid of any kind to be rendered to any person, he is happy to render it, and if someone should make the grievous error of refusing his help, the poor hatchling quickly becomes heartbroken and slinks off, wings folded, tail curled tightly about himself, to pout. Even the fiercest pout can't hold the hatchling for long, however. He seems unfailingly full of positive quips and an unending supply of good cheer. Generosity, kindness, optimism, and a welcoming demeanour seem engrained into his very nature and remain omnipresent in everything he does. Storm clouds only mean rainbows, and even death just means new life. There is nothing and no-one truly bad in the world. ...Is there? Well, if there is, it can be safely presumed that, eventually, Anacheth will find it, and within minutes, have learned exactly the why and how of it. It isn't that he's a particularly brilliant dragon - he's not. It's simply that Anacheth may be the most social, outgoing brown to ever grace the skies of Pern. There is no one too low-born, too young, too old, too high-born, too rare, too special, too common, or too anything else to stop him for five seconds from chatting away cheerfully until his poor, hapless victim finally begs off and flees, just to stow the constant stream of chatter and questions. It isn't meant to be obnoxious. Truly, it isn't. He simply doesn't know when to stop, and desperately wants to be everyone's friend. Louqith Color: Yellow (bc1049-bdb300) Impressed to: Aurum Appearance: As yellows go, Louqith isn't. Rather, the yellows in his hide seem secondary to the vibrant pink that paints across most of his body. Rich, lemon yellow flares across his snout and the undersides of his paws and stomach, and it looks for all the world as if a yellow stripe was painted down either side of his neck, but the rest of his body is vibrant pink. Long and lanky, this hatchling takes the ungainly gait of a half-grown boy to new levels, his long, lean body giving the gawky impression of a prepubescent boy right after a growth spurt, still waiting to fill out his body. Given the size of his massive paws and his startling length, it seems likely that, when he does fill out, he will be a strapping, massive creature, on par with most browns in size. Personality: vibrant, optimistic, active, daredevilLike his very hide, Louqith is vibrant and hard to miss. There is a sort of vitality to him that makes him seem like an unstoppable force, breathing life and excitement into everything around him. No calm seems to exist within the hatchling, and he frequently proves himself capable of going from sleeping to bouncing in the space of a heartbeat. Much of this will likely mellow to manageable levels as he grows older, but for the time being, his eager, lively exuberance is likely to mean many sleepless nights for those poor unfortunates close enough to be woken by his cheerful alertness. This alertness is all-pervasive in many ways, most especially in that the hatchling is restlessly unable to remain still for more than a few moments. Eager, bouncy, and outgoing, Louqith stills only to sleep. When awake, he prances, runs, walks, chases, swims, dances, and even makes fumbling attempts at flight, just to keep himself in motion. When he does find that he must remain still (relatively speaking), he continues this constant stream of activity in smaller ways, flicking his tail, ruffling his wings, or settling and resettling himself with the restless impatience of a child during a particularly boring lesson. This, too, will likely diminish as he grows older, but it seems unlikely that he will ever be content to be a stationary creature. It is fortunate, given how much potential there is for annoyance in such a vital, bouncy hatchling, that Louqith is such an optimist. Nothing, but nothing, seems able to quell his good cheer. His anger is fleeting, his sorrows are brief, and he pours himself absolutely into living a full, happy life. Merriment is the absolute truth of all things for this upbeat dragon, and even fresh from the shell, he is eager, willing, and ready to share it with anyone and anything. There is no cloud without a silver lining. There is no rain without a rainbow. Sometimes, a person just has to look a little harder to see it. Perhaps not the most striking of Louqith's traits, but decidedly the most worrying, is his devil-may-care fascination with thrills. A challenge is, quite simply, something to be conquered, and the more dangerous something is, the more exciting it is. Louqith seems to live for excitement, the first to eagerly test out new and dangerous stunts and give heart failure to those who care for him. Fortunately, he also seems to possess the luck of a dozen dragons, as he somehow keeps coming out of it alive.
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Post by wildfire on Dec 7, 2010 9:28:40 GMT -5
Yukiro watched as the fool of a boy impressed the teal and as another girl was injured as she tried to calm the gold hatchling. He shook his head a bit. Seriously didn't these candidates know better? His attention was distracted from them as the second brown to hatch was turned over onto his back. The teen had to smile a bit at the creature's baby clumsiness. Suddenly he felt another mind merge with his as a word sounded in his head.
:Mine?: the brown seemed to be staring at him as it started to try and right itself. Yukiro, or Y'kiro now, blinked momentarily startled. He'd impressed? Well yes it would seem he had. He went over to the brown and helped him up.
"Yes, I'm yours, little one. Let's get you fed." Y'kiro replied as hunger started to gnaw at him.
Oh yes, food does sound good. the brown agreed happily and the pair (and a very sulky Sunfire) went over to where the food was. Y'kiro was worried about the gold. She seemed very distressed. Couldn't she find hers? He hoped she did.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 7, 2010 10:11:43 GMT -5
Time was going by so fast, and yet, so incredibly slow. That poor dragonette was flailing, and as a brown and two greens were impressed, her attention could not be swayed from that little queen. She was looking back and forth, pitifully calling and screaming out in frustration and Syreaka feared there would only be one recourse now for her. Her heart, her mind, all of it denied it, but if the Queen couldn't find the one that was hers, she would go between without so much as a 'by your leave'! More so, the omen would hang over the Weyr and they would surely flail without the second queen. It was at that moment that Syreaka didn't care if she impressed it or not. She just wanted that little queen to be happily with her partner, even if she wasn't that one. That was when that stupid girl rushed forward, and Syreaka reached for her, missing the girl by a smidge of an amount. And even as that girl was cut down, Syreaka still couldn't help wanting that Queen to find hers and quickly before she was gone forever.
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