An instant of stillness seemed to settle over the sands, a lull in the chaos of the hatching. Like the eye of the storm, the quiet was momentarily absolute - and, like that same eye, was immediately followed by chaos, as, one by one, those remaining eggs began cracking open, brown, blue, and green spilling onto the sands. One by one, as hatchlings emerged, they paired off, until only two hatchings remained, and only one egg continued unhatched. The gold shifted restlessly on the sands before walking over to her brother, lowering her head to brush her cheek affectionately against his before crossing to the girls and sitting down, tail curling affectionately around Seldrimme's legs, and flopped against the girl's side like a large puppy, blinking up at her with affectionate eyes.
:You will feed me, now, won't you?: she asked imploringly.
:And then, I have some questions...: Something in the tone of the creature's voice said that it would be a
lot of questions.
The last hatchling pawed briefly at the final egg, still and unmoving, before creeling piteously.
:Miiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiine,: he whined loudly, projecting to every dragon and firelizard on the sands.
:Why are you taking so long to FEED me?: The creeling continued for a moment before the whimpering creature darted across the sands and headbutted Taejinn in the stomach, pouting furiously.
:I'm HUNGRY,: he declared irritably.
The last hatchling having made his choice, only the unbroken shell remained on the sands, a stark reminder that hatchlings were not all joyous.
Etarith
Color: Gold ( 8e4d01-ddb700)
Hatchling Appearance: A striking little hatchling, Etarith possesses a dark gold hide that lightens in the middle to a true gold. Her entire body is flecked with gold spots that almost look like stars, and she positively seems to glisten when the light strikes her just right. Her claws are oversized, though they seem to have the potential to become something far more elegant in the future while her tail is far too long for her body, causing her to knock things over or trip at times due to how ungainly a hatchling may be. Her head is oversized, possessing the ability to become strong and regal in adulthood, but in the meantime, she just seems a bit pudgy thanks to her oversized wings that she sometimes seems to just have trouble keeping up and out of her way.
Personality:maternal, regal, nosy, outgoing, inquisitiveEtarith is an inquisitive little hatchling. A little dragon filled with life, she tends to get her nose into anything and everything, requiring a stern maternal hand to keep her in check to make sure she grows up strong and stays out of trouble. She constantly will ask questions about everything, and will continue to badger until she gets the answer to whatever it is she wants.
Her biggest problem is that to sate her curiosity, she often lacks the common sense of when to pull back. A common issue in the young, she will plow forward without thinking anythying of it until she's completely up to her tail tips in trouble and needs a lot of digging out. Something that may disappear in time, it is a constant point of problems currently that one can only hope she'll grow out of.
As one of the only two queens here at Bivium, Etarith can’t help but flaunt her appearance. She’s beautiful, she’s regal, she knows it and thinks everyone needs to know it too. This, obviously, can only be achieved by showing off and ignoring how ungainly in grace a hatchling may be. Sometimes it can get out of control, but she won't take notice of it. So, in her mind, why should anyone else?
Regardless of whatever anyone may think, however, she is highly interested and protective of the young. Firelizards are adorable, babies are to be admired, and she’ll attempt to mother-hen candidates. She’ll even try with adult dragons! No matter what it is, she’ll bugle out her distress when the little or weak are injured…when it’s not a matter of dinner time for her that is.
Ozydith Colour: Bronze (bb7800-454400)
Impressed to: T'jinn (Taejinn)
Appearance: Running to a middling stature and being a rich, coppery bronze hue, gleaming a true copper in the light and picking out distinctive green lowlights in the shadows, there is no mistaking Ozydith for anything but exactly what he is. For all that he is still an awkward, unsteady hatchling, stumbling over his own feet, he holds his head with pride. Fresh from the shell, Ozydith has a round, pudgy belly and a sturdy, staunch build. This infantile roundness gives him a very soft appearance. Fortunately for him, it is unlikely that it will last beyond his first or second growth spurt before developing into the more muscular build common to bronzes. Of course, one never does know how these things will go.
Personality: cocksure, bold, self-righteous, tenderOzydith is not proud. A Lord Holder is proud. Ozydith is prideful. Self-confident to the point of being cocksure, Ozydith will dare just about anything because he is too flawless to fail. Just ask him. He'll be happy to tell you – at length and in excruciating detail. There are few subjects the dragonet loves more, and at his age, he has yet to learn that sometimes, too much really is far, far too much. That anyone could doubt it confounds him, and that his rider does not feel the same blind egotism confounds him. After all,
he chose the boy. How could he be less than perfect?
As a consequence of his absolute perfection, Ozydith is bold to the point of recklessness. Thrill, excitement, and headlong races into danger are among his favourite hobbies, and he is always happy to drag others along to witness his courage. After all, could such bravery be anything less than awe-inspiring? Besides, it's fun, and everyone should have a little fun, now and then.
The good thing about pride is that it comes with a complete lack of self-doubt. The bad thing is that this tends to lead to the firm belief that one not only is not wrong, but cannot be wrong, and unfortunately, Ozydith is in unshakable possession of this trait. Keeping a reign on his self-righteousness will be a daunting task for any rider, and it can only be hoped, for T'jinn's sake, that the hatchling will grow out of this – or at least grow into a much weaker version of it.
Under all the cocky, self-important, showman nonsense, however, buried deep down and hidden from most of the world for the weak, emasculating trait that it is, Ozydith has a remarkably tender streak. Seeing someone genuinely hurting evaporates his self-involvement like a morning mist in the sun, and for a short time, that pained soul becomes the center of the hatchling's world. For just a little while, nothing else matters but making the pain go away, and if, during that time, he should get his claws on the person responsible for causing it to begin with, his response is liable to be volatile, at best.
It will take a strong, steady hand to rein this hatchling in.
(At Lilacdew's request, I've posted both final hatchlings.)
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