they say music can alter moods {mandyr hatching}

[glamourie]

Requiem Bronze

Color: Bronze #CC5506
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: K'iel
Physical Appearance: Put bluntly, this salamandyr is... bizarre to behold. Long and slender for his species (which is naturally long and slender to begin with), the 'tunnelsnake' comparison is not at all inaccurate. His body is built streamlined and to watch him move is almost awkward; he squirms as much as anything else. This muscular build makes him an adept swimmer, which for a salamandyr can be bizarre, but seems almost befitting to him. His wings are very small, even for one of his species, though they're not useless; quick gliding around is perfectly within his grasp. Most unique to him though is his frill, which, when not flared, almost resembles a beard in the way that it folds around the lower part of his face. When he displays, it is positively mammoth and makes him appear at least three times his normal size. For a bronze, his coloration most definitely takes after his sire as well. Vivid red highlights are prominent, adding a coppery luster that can be both appealing and nerve-wracking; certainly he appears to be less 'green' toned than most salamandyrs. Undertones of fine bronze line his belly and the edges of his frill, accenting the crimson edges, leaving nothing up to speculation: he's most definitely a bronze. As he grows older, some of that red sheen will fade away, but in comparison to most bronzes he will always be darker and more ominous in appearance. He also lacks in the spots that are trademark to his species. Aside from the paler underbelly, no part of him is blemished or discolored at all.

Personality: All bronzes are proud. However, this little fellow is almost comically so. He is so utterly convinced of his superiority that he has no problem climbing onto things - and people - to strut around and display for all to see. He's amazing. He's dynamic. He's gorgeous. And he's completely willing to show the world. Unfortunately for him, all of that ego appears to have come at the price of a giant head (metaphorically speaking) which frequently causes him to fall off balance (literally speaking). Translation? This salamandyr is a total klutz: anything he touches gets broke if he's not careful, and he's constantly into everything. Expect disaster to follow at his tail. Clusters of broken objects or knocked over containers everywhere. This clumsiness is not limited only to his movements, either. It will not be unusual for this salamandyr to attempt great feats (for a salamandyr, at least) and have them blow up in his face. However, given the size of his ego, you can expect that it will never be HIS fault that things blew up and he'll happily chatter his bonded's ear off to explain how anything that goes wrong is someone else. And anything that goes right is his doing -- whether he has any hand in it at all. Dragon clutches a queen? He caused it! Threadfall delayed? All him! And the world ought to know, too, how amazing he is... so everything he says is broadcast, no matter where he's at or who he's with. The world must know of his triumphs!

[Avu]

He was all but teetering on the line between weyr and 'ledge, and showed signs of wanting to get even farther back. The bronzerider's face was an odd shade of white -- T'rid clearly did not like Salamandyrs and to align his life with another of the little demon-things was...not going to happen. Ever. At least, it wouldn't if he could help it. Thus his standing at the very back. His having no meat and nearly a full fair of draconic creatures attached to him. Two of them, at least, were visible, and the third was curled up in his pocket, a very distinctive lump. Conspiracy crooned softly to T'rid, the little brown (who was firmly convinced His was the most amazing thing since Faranth herself) nuzzling His on the cheek lovingly, clearly not understanding his panic. Mir, on the other hand, merely glanced away, uninterested in his Bonded in favor of examining the clutch and then fluting in quiet, passive approval. They were eggs; what they Hatched mattered little to the blue.

"Don't you have enough pets?"

T'rid twitched visibly in his alarm -- by now he had his back pressed against the wall in his efforts to get as far away as possible -- and then blinked, rapidly focusing on Raylin as she finished her comment. Most of it went entirely over his head -- he was busy panicking, thank you! -- but what he did understand made him blink again at her, caught by surprise. Thought he was...done? With pets? What? He was. If any of the little beasts came -- he'd stab them. He would. At Raylin's voice, however, Stupid came squirming out of his pocket, crooning loudly at her. She meant Ebolath, and he loved Ebolath, yes he did. She...wasn't with the green dragon, obviously; there was only that brown winged stupid being an idiot, and the receding wings of his minepet's winged stupid was still visible. But...no pretty greens. Not Calistoth nor Ebolath. How sad.

The brown Salamandyr had just started to squirm out of T'rid's pocket when Raylin's comment -- followed by Ebolath's -- came, and his frill half-lifted hopefully. ...'lath? he repeated hopefully. Wanna see, 'lath, bye Stupidmine bye! So saying, he shot out of T'rid's pocket and shot for the door. In theory. It didn't work out nearly so well for him, however, as T'rid caught him up around the middle and dropped him back into his pocket, the other hand coming up to press the pocket shut against the Salamandyr escaping. Stupidmine! Mine bad! The brown's whining protest was muffled, as was the protesting shriek he uttered. 'laaaaaath, worra see 'laaaaath!

"You are not going anywhere," T'rid countered forcefully. "You're staying right. Here." As Conspiracy leaned over to nip Stupid neatly on his head as soon as the rumpled Salamandyr reemerged, and Mir hissed quietly (neither firelizard was fond of the Salamandyr), the brown wilted visibly again, whining and then sliding back down into T'rid's pocket as he shrugged absently at Raylin. Belatedly, he responded to her: "I'm hoping that having a full fair of draconic mindmates is going to put off the baby Salamandyrs," he said matter-of-factly, still edging away from the clutch (along the wall, this time; he'd back himself into a corner soon). "I just came because Corinth said I should watch. Make sure records are right, y'know, all of that fun stuff." Sarcastic, T'rid? Of course not! "...what's your 'Saeo' look like?" he added blankly. Honestly? He didn't know what the blueweyrling looked like. And also, he was avoiding looking at the crowd. Avoid drama, and avoid looking at K'lir, and avoid looking at the clutch, and maybe, just maybe, all of those things would ignore him.

K'lir's voice -- speak of the devil -- made him start again, and he hissed audibly as he glared at the greenrider. He...couldn't just burst out yelling at him, more's the pity; K'lir was toting his child around, and...he didn't need Showoff even trying to bite him. He was pretty sure Conspiracy and Stupid would protest that, even if Mir didn't care enough to, but the little red thing was positively evil incarnate. T'rid had planned on ignoring K'lir as much as he could, but he couldn't help a blank stare. His...outfit? Wait, what was he wearing, anyway? The bronzerider glanced down at himself automatically, and then blinked. Flattering? He...had not been aiming to flatter, honestly. It was just a first-thing-he-grabbed type of outfit, consisting of a white shirt and dark brown pants. He was barefoot, and his hair (as usual, Corinth assured him) was a mess.

...why...did it...matter?

Knowing K'lir, it was probably something horrible, though, so, though he squinted warily at the greenrider, he chose not to respond, instead breaking another of his rules (the ignore threesome), and glancing sideways at the clutch. He was desperately conscious of Conspiracy, shifting on his shoulder and fluting musically in his ear; of Mir, yawning and crooning to the babies; and of Stupid, the little motionless lump in his pocket. As long as the Salamandyrs were as aware of them, he'd be fine. He. Would. Be. Fine. Keep telling yourself that, came Corinth's immensely frustrating and cruelly cheerful answer. At least the Salamandyrs that had Impressed already (had that blue Impressed a dragon? Hmm...) had not even spared him so much as a passing glance. T'rid slid backwards another step. Raylin had been forgotten in record time; he was just concentrating on getting away.

--wait, what?! As a bowl of meat was promptly shoved into his hands by a greenrider who almost instantly skittered away, T'rid glared after Lennae, huffing in annoyance. Stupid poked his head out, crooning hopefully at Lennae (Amith?!), but as T'rid hissed at him, the brown Salamandyr dropped back into his pocket again, huffing quietly. Why were there no pretty greens?! (Salamandyr greens didn't count. They just...didn't.) Tempting though it was to throw the meat at K'lir, some part of him was aware that throwing raw meat at a baby-carrying man was not a good idea. Thus. He clearly had to foist off the meat on someone else. Even if it meant shoving it at them and having them spill it all over their feet. It was not going to end up with him Impressing anything.

Of course, then a blue Salamandyr landed squarely in his bowl of meat and a passing brown scratched his shin just because, which naturally made him twitch away from the small twinge of pain. Conspiracy nearly jumped into the air as he stared at the little blue Salamandyr, eyes whirling questioningly, but Stupid was the one who shrieked at him, indignantly. He already had to share His with too many, he did, and he did not approve. As the blue Salamandyr receded into M'ta's shirt again, T'rid promptly shoved the entire bowl into the brownweyrlingrider's hands and managed a smile that was almost cheerful. It might have passed as thus had it not been for the blatant nervousness in his eyes as he squinted suspiciously at the lump of Salamandyr. His lump was quite enough, please and thanks. "Congratulations, you've got a worm," he stated, and then backpedaled rapidly, even farther away from the clutch.

...scary things.

[weaving]

Lennae had been keeping an eye on T’rid to make sure that the bronzerider didn’t attempt to come after her and give it back. She pleased to see that she merely received a glare as punishment and no more. It was doubtful that anyone would appreciate it if he attempted to chase after her to give the meat back. The weyr was getting too crowded. Surveying the room, she guessed that there were easily over a dozen people cramped in the weyr, not including pets. Perhaps someone should convince Dael and Showoff to keep their clutch somewhere else the next time. Not that she planned on attending another one. This one was already one too many. She’d only come because she’d promised and K’lir had threatened to force her to attend naked if she didn’t come willingly.

Speaking of the other greenrider, Lennae found herself watching him. He’d been talking to U’un, but the bluerider had disappeared, probably to change. He’d looked like something the felines had dragged in when he’d first arrived. Just from watching, it seemed that K’lir was surprisingly good with children, though perhaps if they were your own it made things different. She never hoped to find out the answer to that question, perfectly content to live a childless, petless life.

Have you gotten a pet yet? Amith hadn’t been paying too much attention to what has going in the hatching. She wanted it to be a surprise as to when and what Hers got. It had been a while since Lennae had left though, and the green was too curious to wait any longer. I’m not getting a pet. I’m only here to keep my dignity intact. Oh. No pet yet then. Amith hadn’t given up hope though. Calistoth had practically promised that Lennae would come home with a pet. It was all a matter of time.

Briefly, Lennae wondered if she could leave now and get away with it. K’lir wasn’t paying any attention and no one else had any reason to force her to stay after all. On the other hand, this whole scene was very amusing and already four had impressed and ignored her. Now that she didn’t have anything to attract them, she was even less likely to impress. And she had promised. She’d stay for a bit longer then, but as soon as it looked like one of those creatures was even getting close to impression, she would be gone. She was already tempting fate enough as it was.

[ravenmane]

Requiem Bronze Mushu

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The room was growing warm with all the bodies pressed in, and although it was kind of nice, it was also very uncomfortable. Why couldn't a bunch of people leave? Then there wouldn't be so many bodies and K'iel would be much more comfortable then he was now. If you want more then one pet all at once, you could always try and clear the room. Qualuth replied brightly, and the thought caused K'iel to blanch. He had heard many people complain about how insane any "worms" aka offspring from the only breeding salamandyrs were, but he wanted to make his own opinion. One pet at a time, thank you.HIGHER! Both K'iel was startled by the demanding voice, and in extension, so was Qualuth.

The Weyrling stared down at the dark colored salamandyr with surprise. HIGHER! BAD BROKED! The Bronze dug his claws into K'iel's leg, and the BlueWeyrling jumped and snatched the wiggling Bronze off his leg and placed him gently on his shoulder. Higherhigherhigher! The salamandyr bounced up once and tumbled to the floor where he screeched and opened his frill to its full-size. Be careful, little cousin, someone might mush you if you fall off again. Qualuth bespoke the perturbed Hatchling as K'iel picked him and placed the Bronze on his shoulder. Mush 'ou? MUSH'UMUSH'UMUSH'U! He screeched unhappily and before he could say another word, K'iel stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. "Fine your name is Mushu. Now please be quiet?" Hehehehe. Mushu.

[Rei]

Malara watched in rapt attention as the hatching proceeded. The blue interacting with the small brown dragon was interesting enough but the shattering of more eggs drew her attention back to the pot. What was that? A black mandyr? Mandyrs don’t come in black. The odd colored mandyr proceeded to scuttle out of the pot and snap at anything in his way. Saucy little thing. After hissing at his sire, the Hymn brown sped out of sight. Where had he gone?

A prick of pain was the answer and she looked down to see the little terror making his way up her body, headless of any damage he might cause. Once the devil had deemed himself high enough he turned to fix Malara with rainbow eyes. Give.

That one word caused Malara to jerk forward and grab a wad of meat from the bowl of the person closest to her. Her offering seemed to satisfy the creature but not for long. He craved blood. The meat wasn’t juicy enough for his tastes but he bolted it down quickly before dipping his head to lap at a dot of blood on his bonded’s shoulder.

Malara stroked the mandyr earning a pleased sound from him. “You are so dark your almost black darling. What should we call you? Coal? Darkness? Midnight? Those all sound to soft. How about Onyx?” Onyx. Again the one word repeat, but her new pet seemed to like the name. Onyx focused on the crowd and frilled. To noisy and he was still hungry. T’rid’s strange movements caught his eye and the little one frilled in excitement. He had scratched that meat bag. There would be blood.

Onyx leapt from Malara and landed gracelessly on the weyr floor, the girl cried out and made to reclaim her pet but he was faster. Making his way to the Weyrleader in record time he launched himself at the man’s shin and sank his little fangs in, sucking the man’s blood. Much better. The blue wherling stopped before T’rid and fixed him with an icy glare. He better not even THINK about touching her Onyx.

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T’rid’s obvious discomfort and desire to get away from his present situation was clearly evident but at least he had asked about Saeo. “Oh she’s about so tall,” She gestured with her hand to indicate the height (although she was sure he was not paying attention to her) and has brown hair. Awful vague description I know but oh well. I suppose she will have to do without the meat. A lot of them have already hatched anyway.” His edging away did not go unnoticed, obviously he had other things in mind, like getting away.

“It’s ok Stupid I promise you can see Ebolath when this is all over. In just a month she will be flying. Isn’t that exciting? You can fly with her. I am sure she would love to take you.” The green weyrling trailed off as another voice became audible and she turned to look at K’lir. He must be Calistoth’s rider and Showoff’s bonded. Saeo had described him and she gave pretty good descriptions (darn near perfect really.) K’lir’s flirtatious statement was not lost on Raylin and she turned to see T’rid’s surprised expression. To her amusement the man was edging away even quicker now. He obviously did not want to be near the green rider for some reason. Personality clash?

Raylin gave up trying to figure it out and turned to witness the rest of the hatching. No sense bothering T’rid if he was determined to leave. She began to search the crowd for Saeo again, and so she missed the attack of the brown now called Onyx and Malara’s approach.

[ladybug]

A'fyr was more than a bit confused as the hatching continued. Maybe Rudolth was right. These 'mandyrs did seem to be rather forceful creatures. He watched as a very dark brown clawed his way up his new owner's leg, heedless of what damage he was doing. Then again, they were just babies. Surely they could be trained.

Another egg hatched, revealing a pretty little blue, and a second egg cracked open and spilled a green directly on top of them. She hissed, and they started fighting. The green had literally come out of the egg fighting. A'fyr secretly hoped he didn't get her attention.

Noticing Raylin, he went to stand beside his fellow weyrling. "This is certainly...interesting," he commented, not able to find a better word for it.

[Tashe]

He seemed to be Venus's lucky charm. This was the second time during a hatching where, as soon he interacted with her, the Wherling impressed to something. Well, once again he was happy for her and the others who had impressed so far. Watching Venus as she made nice with the little Salamandyr, Nautic offered the Wherling a smile as she wished him good luck. "Thank you."

The little creatures were quite different from Firelizards thats for sure... the difference between the two was like the difference between a Dragon and a Wher. Except, of course, in the way of 'talking' the roles were reversed. 'Mandyrs seemed to be the underdogs, everything was bigger than them, Firelizards included. And Nautic was pretty sure that a Flitter could easily eat one of the little guys, the size difference was rather astounding.

Concentrating on the little pot-thing as hissing issued forth from it, the young man inched forward to investigate what was going on. Apparently, Salamandyrs made up for their lack in size with personality. Giving the people who Impressed a smile, Nautic returned his gaze to the kettle.

[Rowana]

Salamandyrs were certainly tiny. This was the main thing going through Roivao's mind as he watched the first few hatchlings break shell. He had seen Vanity and Stupid, they weren't exactly large, but the little ones were so small that they looked almost fragile. Any such impressions, however, were immediately squashed as the first ones chose their life mates. Roi had rarely seen dragons with less determination than these minuscule kin. From what he heard, fire lizards went for the first to feed them, but these salamandyrs clearly had specific people in mind. Roi almost regretting coming. So far they seemed to be more than he could really handle right now.

He was pleased to see two of his whermates impress to one. They seemed happy and he was happy for them. At least that meant he would be seeing more of the little creatures in the future. He had to admit to some curiosity about them. Of course, knowing their teacher, they would probably be banned from lessons the moment she spotted one.

[nightingale]

((Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry...))

Cherilith and Freckle usually matched about as well as peaches and cayenne pepper, but this morning the pair were united in the pursuit of a common goal: keeping their bonded as far away from the salamandyr hatching as possible. They had been able to find common ground in their shared abhorance for the idea of Saeo impressing another salamandyr. The blue dragon -with Freckle's run in mind- was genuinely concerned that his rider would impress another screaming ball of teeth and hatred. Freckle was simply opposed to the idea of having to share Hers with any other living thing. By joining forces, the pair had managed to waylay the girl for the better part of fifteen minutes by hiding her shoes, eating her makeup and starting a fight between the cats. Unfortunately, their tactics had failed to destract Saeo for very long.

The girl had come bare-faced and shoeless, with Elle tucked under one arm.

Cherilith, I have already promised you that I'm only going to watch. Nobody impresses more than one salamandyr. But Mine, I am only trying to say that perhaps- EVER Cherilith. Nobody EVER impresses two salamandyrs! I am not going to impress, so for the love of Ebolath's red knees just stop it at let me enjoy myself! Minemine mine bad shineybabies bad bad! Freckle, if you don't sit still and stop scratching me I'm going to let Vega have his way with you the next time you bite him. The green trilled her irritation, dancing about in a tiny circle as Saeo stepped into the chaos of K'lir's weyr, and Elle mewed softly as she found herself cradled against Saeo's chest. Minebad BAD shineylove! She complained loudly to Showoff, sinking back against the girl's neck as she took a place in the crowd behind Venus. The girl had to swallow a wave of displeasure upon seeing that half of the eggs had already hatched, and a good number of those impressed as well.

She knew that she couldn't impress every time she attended a hatching, but surely she could be on time just once?

[glamourie]

It didn’t take a genius to notice that they were, indeed, fighting. The Serenade Blue flattened himself almost completely, his rage undeniable as he squirmed beneath his clutch sister. Quick wiggling almost had him free, but the green was onto him and the Symphony Green leaned over to snap right in front of his face. Her little claws dug into his shoulders as she held him down with as much strength as she could muster. He would stay put. She had no intentions of letting the annoyance free. He’d hatched around her, and that meant he was her nemesis. Plain and simple. Her tail flicked animatedly, highlighting her mood, and her frill flared as wide as it could go. She was a rather imposing figure, much to her own pleasure. When she tried, it was impossible to totally overlook her and why not? Just because he had an aquatic, shiny look didn’t make him any prettier.

Stupidstupidnostupidbadstupid, the Symphony Green informed her clutch brother as he squirmed again. The blue snarled back. Stupid. You stupid.

LEGGO! Furious, the Serenade Blue bit down hard on the end of the Symphony Green’s nose, resulting in her squawking loud enough that the entire level could hear her, not just the individuals in K’lir’s weyr. Taking the opportunity, he slithered out from underneath his clutch sister and flung himself onto the edge of the pot. But he wasn’t ready to give up and relinquish, no, no. She’d defied him, tried to hurt him, and that meant she needed to pay. Stupidstupid, he chanted, slinking along the side of the pot opposite Showoff and Daeluunya. He gave himself quite a large berth, obviously trying to make sure he had enough room to pounce if need be. Stupidstupidbadstupid.

Back and forth the pair went. The Symphony Green climbed to her feet and navigated the eggs defiantly. He was in her way, he was bothering her, and she would make him pay. She flared her frill again in agitation, leaping up onto the side of the pot to continue her circular dance. Her enemy, he was, and she would take him down at any cost. Her little claws rattled on the metal as the pair took to circling the edge, keeping equal distance apart as though measuring their opponent. The display was like a comical sort of duel, and both of the salamandyr hatchlings were very eager to win.

It was because of Freckle that Showoff did not interrupt them. Surprised by the green’s appearance, the bronze salamandyr turned to look at her before cocking his head to the side. Silly Frecklespot, he commented absently, Pestleave gogo make bite? Did she want him to remove Hers? He’d be happy to. He’d taken down the overgrown ugly, even if the baby was bad and wanted him. He could easily take out Freckle’s. She was a much smaller ugly, after all, and he was a very scary salamandyr. Showoff turned to Saeo and flared his frill to make his point, his wings defiantly stretching out. He was daring her - daring her! - to try and Impress anything. Not that he expected Freckle to share. He didn’t. He was just waiting until the right moment to eliminate the green ugly.

“Lennae, if you don’t take back a bowl, I’ll dump one on you,” K’lir added absently, having finally noticed what the other greenrider was up to in his distraction. Slow though he may have been, it was obviously not beyond his comprehension to pick up small details. “While trying to shove more on T’rid is appealing, I don’t think we need more names like ‘Stupid.’” He snorted, obviously displeased. Then again, K’lir had never liked T’rid very much. The only thing about him that he liked was his reactions to teasing. He certainly made it easy to pick on him.

The Symphony Green leaned forward, ready to strike. Her clutch brother, the Serenade Blue also leaned forward. Both postured, as though to jump forward when---

CRACK!!

Squawking in terror, the Serenade Blue flung himself away from the pot as far as he could go. He dashed across the floor and climbed onto S’lain, trembling, then looked up at him with wide eyes. UGLYSAVE!

The Symphony Green also flung herself away, but her posturing had her landing on someone -- Lennae. Hissing in disapproval, she leaned over to bite Lennae’s arm before scampering up to her shoulder and throwing herself off with an indignant NOWANT! that everyone nearby could hear. Her quick movement had her gliding through the air on little wings, awkwardly wobbling, before she landed quite neatly on top of Nautic’s head. Her own cocked to the side and she looked down at him, thoughtful. He’d do. She wouldn’t have to share him very much, and he would probably have access to a lot of yummies… and he was far, far better than that ugly’s choice. Dowant. So feed her already.

And the source of the crack was the Prelude Egg, which had finally began splitting up the sides to reveal very green hide. It would only be a few seconds before she was free!

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01. Prelude Egg (hatching: Green)
02. Aria Egg Impressed: Green Neon to Venus
03. Bolero Egg
04. Minuet Egg Impressed: Blue Pretty Mandyr Shiny to Behruth M'ta
05. Serenade Egg Impressed: Blue ? to S'lain
06. Symphony Egg Impressed: Green ? to Nautic
07. Sonata Egg
08. Nocturne Egg
09. Lullaby Egg
10. Hymn Egg Impressed: Brown Onyx to Malara
11. Requiem Egg Impressed: Bronze Mushu to K'iel

[glamourie]

Serenade Blue

Color: Blue #00F0FF
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: S'lain
Physical Appearance: This salamandyr is of average build for his species. His wings are proportioned well for his body, acting as tiny sails in emergencies but otherwise useless, while his tail is unusually long and excellent for curling around fingers. The tail makes up the majority of his body length, and if removed from sight, his size is drastically reduced. Little legs hold his body just barely above surfaces, emphasizing just how small salamandyrs normally are. Even his claws are perfectly formed, giving the impression that this little creature is more a model than a living entity. Even his color is a spectacular representation. Like his egg, his body is a backwash of blue with green low and highlights, as though the sea itself were woven into hide. All over his body are tiny white-blue spots like silvery sparkles, making him seem to glitter as he moves. When he sits still, the combination of his so mysterious color and sculpted build is to make him resemble some kind of crafted glass; fine art to be sure, as only the best Mastercraftsman could create. However, just because he appears breakable doesn't mean he is. Dropping him will not shatter him into a thousand pieces, but it might earn someone a good nip or two for their nerve!

Personality: A proud little creature to be sure, this salamandyr is not satisfied unless he is the most adored creature in whatever room (or location) he happens to be in. High perches where he is easily seen will be one of his favorite places to be, thus no one's head is safe - be it human or dragon alike. Nor will it be uncommon for him to abruptly, and quite defiantly blurt out one single word to draw all pairs of eyes to him. He's beautiful - shouldn't everyone be noticing that already? Bright lights are a particularly favored spot for him, for they bring out the sheen of his hide, and he likes to preen where all can admire him. Should anyone not realize how wonderful he is, they will be quickly reminded. If repeating words don't work (he is very fond of compliments paid to him and thus will often remember those most often), he isn't above stalking to prove a point. Never violent, his means of revenge are far more personal and exquisite: fools who earn his ire will find themselves waking up with a pair of eyes staring at them until they relent and accept that he's the best thing to ever happen to Pern. From his bonded he will require constant praise and, should he fail to receive it, the same sort of revenge will be bestowed in earnest. His should love him best of all, because he picked them -- and his opinion is the most valuable thing on all of Pern!

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Symphony Green

Color: Green #11C196
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Nautic
Physical Appearance: Long and lean is this salamandyr, her build most often emphasized when she stretches her body out to its fullest. She seems to be the physical exact of what a green salamandyr should look like in terms of build. Her body is proportioned well, with normal sized wings and a slightly longer than average tail that acts as an excellent anchor for climbing. Her frill is average sized with rough edges that make it look more threatening to some degree than most of her kind, and her little claws are naturally longer than average - adept for scratching, clawing and climbing. Her coloration is an elaborate mixture of blue and green hues, almost like foam off of the sea, though there's no denying what color she actually is. Lighter green spots form parallel markings down the line of her back, twisting elegantly. Each of these spots is very small and is unique to her in the respect that whenever this little female happens to lounge in direct sunlight, those spots shine iridescent; they are the only part of her hide to do so. Strangely, her underbelly is so light that it's almost white, and stands out starkly against the rest of her hide. The only exception is her frill, which is the exact same shade of light green, though the edges are lined with a near black shade that further emphasizes her size when she displays. Her threatening looks are nothing to scoff at!

Personality: This salamandyr will be perceived as strange by most people and for good reason. She babbles. A lot. Usually nonsense. She also has trouble walking and climbing, often stumbling around and falling over in a clumsy display she seems to find hysterically funny. Compliments and terms of endearment will be very common to her, as will physical affection. The source of all of this behavior comes from one very specific habit: drinking. This little female likes to sneak into the kitchens and filch wine, typically doing so by knocking over the wine bottles until they shatter, then licking the spill up until she's had her fill. Therefore, most of her waking time is spent inebriated; it only takes two licks for her to be the salamandyr equivalent of completely plastered. If for some reason she is incapable of acquiring said wine, her personality does a complete flip: rather than be friendly, sweet and easy going, this salamandyr hisses, spits, bites and clings, is fond of scratching, easily agitated, and those same compliments that flow from her with such affection (while intoxicated) become used as insults, often loud and for all to hear. She also will often flat out refuse to eat until she gets her way, and she's intelligent enough to find a way to acquire that which she wants... even if it means getting Hers and many others in trouble in the process. She's relentless when she's in search of her 'fix' - for better or worse.

[weaving]

She briefly considered leaving to go to the kitchens in order to grab another bowl, but knew that if she left, it would only lead to more trouble and embarrassment. It was tempting though. She’d be doing what K’lir wanted and it would get her away from the hatching, further lowering her chances of impression. So it came down to two things: risk embarrassment but lower her chances or remain at the hatching but save her dignity? The idea of simply letting K’lir dump meat all over her wasn’t even an option. It was one thing to have a bowl of meat. It was completely different to smell like meat all over. And since she’d rather not find herself embarrassed in front of the entire weyr, Lennae came to the conclusion that it would simply be best to get a bowl from someone who’d impressed already and finished feeding.

Shooting a glare K’lir’s way, she made no comment but did go about scanning the crowd to see who had finished. There was a girl who’d gotten stuck with a brown, a wherling by her knots. She looked as though she was finished. Meat found, Lennae approached the young woman. It didn’t take long, for the weyr wasn’t large, though navigating around the people took a bit of skill.

“Mind if I have your bowl of meat if your finished? I seem to have lost mine,” she asked Malara lamely, with a slight shrug. She figured the girl would have meat left. Salamandyrs weren’t large after all and one or two chunks would probably fill them up quite nicely.

And then it seemed as though her worst nightmare was about to come true. One of the hatchlings, a green, landed on her. Lennae froze, hoping that if she didn’t move, the pest would go away. “Ow!” She yelped as the green bit her, and then glared as the creature scampered up to her shoulder before leaping off with a NOWANT! “Good, I didn’t want you either,” she grumbled, rubbing at the spot where she’d been bit. “Sharding creature.”

[Avu]

Good. Good. He'd foisted off the meat, he was the home of a vertible fair of firelizards and Salamandyrs, and he had managed to plant himself flat against the back wall. As thus, T'rid managed to convince himself that he would survive this. The cut on his shin hadn't really bled; it was just a little white mark and therefore did not deserve immediate attention. In other words, he'd forgotten about it. Entirely. The bronzerider allowed himself to exhale the breath he had been holding. People probably thought he was overreacting. He did not agree, for the simple reason that everyone here actually wanted one of the crazy little things. He didn't. They were all probably the few idiots who would be delighted by the antics of their little mindmate, or whatever. He wasn't. One would be hard-pressed to find anybody who would welcome the opportunity to kill one of the little things as much as T'rid did, in all honesty.

Pain! In his shin! Again!

He twitched, and started to glance down, utterly bewildered. But Conspiracy and Stupid both acted faster than he did; before he could so much as register that it was that ridiculously horrible brown Salamandyr, sucking his blood, his Stupid uttered a shriek of indignation, streaking out of T'rid's pocket and streaking down the bronzerider's front, clearly headed towards Onyx. Conspiracy didn't bother with making sure he didn't fall: The young brown firelizard did precisely that, leaping off T'rid's shoulder and closing his wings. He dropped like a stone, but as it was, Stupid, who seemed to (despite his general clusminess) have quite the talent for climbing, met him there. As instantly as the brown firelizard sat on Onyx, chattering angrily, head coming down to nip Onyx in punishment on top of his head. How dare he hurt His!

Stupid was much more violent. Trusting Conspiracy to keep Onyx pinned in place as T'rid jerked away, surprised, he displayed his frill, puffing himself up indignantly with another shriek. Large was Stupid. His sleek brown form shot (or rather, tried to shoot; he nearly tripped in going) around back, and he lunged for Onyx's tail, clearly intending to drag the other Salamandyr bodily away from His. He. Was. Not. Allowed. Near. T'ridHis! Mir merely appraised the going-ons, silently, and then rustled his wings disapprovingly, hissing quietly as he leapt from T'rid's shoulder, too, corkscrewing to land directly in front of Onyx, putting himself between T'rid and the bloodthirsty little worm, and then leaned over to peck him on the head as well, copying Conspiracy's gesture. Bad...bad little worm.

T'rid, meanwhile, was quite aware of Malara's glare, and merely smirked before commenting openly to Conspiracy, Mir, and Stupid, "If you'll move, boys, I can squash him for you. Saves you the trouble, hmm? And Stupid," he added, "that won't work as long's Conspiracy's sitting on him. Try again later." Conspiracy peeped cheerfully at His, adoring as always, as Mir brought his tail neatly around his haunches, still keeping himself firmly between his pet and the 'mandyr. Stupid trilled curiously, eyes whirling rapidly with fading shades of indignation as he gave Onyx's tail one more tug, utterly perplexed as to why the tail (and Salamandyr with it) was not being tugged away from His. Conspiracy whistled at the Salamandyr, and then at His, but he didn't move, obeying T'rid's soft mental order. At the same order, Stupid whistled loudly, slinking around Onyx and hissing defiance at the smaller brown before he latched onto T'rid's pant leg, skittering up it and then mounting the bronzerider's shoulders, sliding down his sleeve to the crease of his elbow, and hissed loudly, frilling, at Malara.

"You." It wasn't a question for her name; it was an order for attention. "Pick up your worm, and get him out of here. If he ever gets near me again, so help me I'll squash him. Don't think I won't. Or better yet, I'll have a chicken eat him." Namely, Dinner. She'd grown a lot; she was probably big enough. T'rid expected she would've taken a few pecks at Stupid, had she not grown up around him. But she was horribly overprotective; she'd attack the little worm if it was trying to suck his blood, T'rid was sure. A guardchicken. How funny. You...wouldn't squash him, would you? Corinth asked, half-amused and half-disapproving. Of course I would. Why not? I'd love to. Stupid biteeat 'm, die boom, Stupid added cheerfully, frilling at Malara again just to emphasize his point. "Conspiracy'll let him up now," he went on coldly, "and if he attacks me, or anyone in this room, again, it'll be the last thing he does. C'mon, 'spiracy, let him up."

The brown firelizard twittered uncertainly, but he obediently left off sitting on Onyx, leaping into flight and looping once before he settled on T'rid's shoulder again, fluting lovingly to the bronzerider, who stroked him once, the firelizard arching his back under the touch. Mir, however, stayed put, hissing quietly at Onyx as he wound possessively around T'rid's ankle, his tongue flickering out to wipe away the little rim of blood that had gathered before he rubbed his head against the bronzerider's ankle, eyes still focused pointedly, suspiciously, on Onyx. Rotten little worms. He wished they'd all just shut up and die and leave him and His alone, Mir did.

[Rei]

Onyx was quite intent on his meal the only thing that stopped him was the attack of the T’rid gang. The brown barely had time to hiss as he was smacked to the floor, bitten twice, and sat on. When his tail began to get tugged he screeched in anger and wriggled. Off. Obviously the three weren’t going to listen, so he squirmed and bit at the floor with his fangs. He glared death at Stupid extending his frill as far as he could in his current position.

I bite you die. It was the most Onyx had said since hatching. When the ugly brown winged one released him Onyx shook and hissed. Before he could hurl more than insults however his scooped him up and tucked him into her shirt. He poked his head out of her collar and frilled once more at Stupid. Ugly meat bag yelling at his. No matter he had gotten the blood he wanted from the man. All else was forgotten as he tucked himself in between her breasts to sleep. Good Blood. Sleep. He finished before closing his eyes, again only speaking to his.

T’rid’s comment only intensified Malara’s glare and she had to bite her tongue against a particularly vicious string of curses. Only because if she allowed herself to become to angry, Mask would defiantly brave the light to come tearing to her rescue, no doubt attacking anyone that tried to stop him. Crazy wher. In fact even now she could feel his seething anger. She would no doubt go back to a thoroughly trashed room.

Malara couldn’t be more right, her Mask was currently tearing around the room looking for an exit. He had attacked the door twice, leaving gouges in the wood. If he had been bigger, the door would have no doubt met it’s demise. Crashing over her furniture, snarling, his eyes shot a blood red, he attacked her pillows in a rage, sending feathers cascading down to cover the dirt floor. T’rid’s image was fixed into his head as a enemy. An enemy who had threatened his perfect would not be forgiven. Quite a mess his would have to clean. He would be repentant when she arrived but for now the only thing keeping him from tearing to her rescue was the blasted door.

Malara continued to gaze at T’rid. “You will not be Weyrleader forever. As soon as Millieth rises you will be more useless that you are now. Perhaps you should remember that.” Before he could respond she ducked into the crowd and wound her way towards the doorway. The wherling was stopped by a green rider asking for her meat, and wordlessly she handed it over. She didn’t need it now anyway.

Malara continued towards the back of the crowd and once there she settled down to await the end of the hatching. She sent soothing waves of emotion to Mask. All was ok he needed to relax.

---

Raylin had finally caught sight of Saeo and she made her way over to her roommate. Gently taking Ellie from her arms and thrusting the bowl of meat at her she looked the girl over. “What in Faranth’s name happened to you?” The green weyrling asked curiously lifting an eyebrow.

Vega popped out from between and trilled at the crowd before circling around T’rid. He chirped a greeting to Conspiracy and Mir and landed beside the latter. He rustled his small wings and eyed T’rid with nervous yellow eyes. Could he sit here?

[Rowana]

Roivao was lucky enough to be on the same side of the room as Malara and T'rid. If you could call it luck. He groaned inwardly. Would the girl never learn? First their Wherling Master and now the Weyrleader himself. Shards! Was there no limit to her audacity? Certainly not to her ambitions that was certain. He had seen the way she looked at Rozen and had a suspicious that she felt she deserved the gold. At least Roisk was safely asleep. He and the girl's Mask did not get along well at all.

Roi distracted himself from the feud by watching the next few salamandyrs impress. They certainly were funny creatures. The variety of personality was astounding in a species that seemed to small for such intelligence. Yet each one clearly had something in mind when they searched the waiting crowd and they wouldn't take no for an answer. One thing was clear. As with all dragon kind, they were starving when hatched. And probably all the time too, he mused.