Breaking the Seal...(Mandyr Hatching)

[Ember]

Shove. Too bad there was no physical pain to accompany it, but it was welcome all the same. R'ril smiled briefly at Z'ves as he entered before turning his attention back to the hatching things. Oho. Chaos. It was rather heartless of him but he didn't sympathize with the little white at all when her green sister killed her. What a wonderful death, really! So much pain in the end and then to die at the hands (or teeth, in this case) of someone so close to them...almost enviable. He didn't get all the theatrics about it.

The eating, however, was mildly disturbing yet curious at the same time. Was it a trait of the species? Evidently not because that one green shooed the other away from the intestines. He watched the ugly green wiggle her way across the floor to him...and start eating him. How wonderful! Truly amazing! His face lit up with his usual bright smile though it was hardly fake that time. He didn't care how ugly she was, he absolutely adored her.

When Ba'sun flung his arm around him R'ril turned his bright smile on him. "She's positively wonderful, my little Pookie. Really, I'm quite lucky to have her! That guy leaving is missing out on something great," he assured the pair of men. It was then that he felt something land on his shoulder and his new mindmate actually croon around a mouthful of his own flesh. It was the nice sister who fed her! Precious not is, the green commented. While there was a considerable amount of self-deprecation in her tone there was also embarrassment.

Really, truly a nice sister. But food! She was still hungry. The green sunk her teeth into Hers again while he marvelled at his luck...and fought waves of amusement. "Oh wow. Nail on the head, Ba'sun. He got himself a green!' R'ril said gleefully, pointing at the green that had licked his ear and was currently perching on Ja'kin. Teehee. Bronzerider with a green. Teeheehee. Too bad his Pookie probably wouldn't like him making fun of the choice too much.

[Ruby]

Well... that was that. After a momentary flare of hope, Serissa watched the White breathe her last breath, then sat up slid an arm around the weeping Farryl. This time, it was clear that she couldn't be saved. Trauma was one thing, simply being too small to heal was quite another. Squeezing the Greenrider's shoulders once, the healer withdrew her arm, pulling the needle out of the White's throat and very gently tucking the remaining organs away, pulling the flaps of skin as tight as she could before lacing them shut with the ichor-covered needlethorn. At least now she didn't look like she'd been mauled quite so badly, and her organs wouldn't go everywhere when someone tried to move her, eventually. Except - what was that?

With a sad smile for the half-and-half creature that had approached the bereft greenrider, Serissa stood, holding ichor-covered hands in front of her as she attempted to gain the exit. On her way, she spotted Ba'sun, who got a friendly nod, and her Wingleader Ja'kin with the miniature bringer of death, which made a sideways smile pull at her lips. Figured. Once she passed him, the Bluerider squished her way sideways, cutting in front of Darmori while following F'lix out. There would be a sink, clean water, and antibacterial redwort in the infirmary; no need to subject the poor people watching to more blood and gore as she tried to get her hands clean.

Shells' insults weren't getting responses, so he had lowered his voice to a tolerable level, chattering to His about how awful and ugly all the babies were, and how it was all Nocturne's fault. Piden did his best to block the Bronze's noise, which actually helped quite a bit, muting the nonsense so people could actually focus on what was going on. Which, honestly, Piden was having a hard time figuring out. It seemed the White had Impressed, then died, and the girl re-impressed to something that looked like two mandyrs stuck together. Two more had gone to find Theirs, a Green was looking around, and a Blue, who had hatched pretty close to the beginning, was still sitting on his own. One egg remained, and ok, that wasn't so bad. Now that the little drama with the White was over, things seemed to have calmed down, and Serissa - nope, she breezed right past him without noticing him, heading for the exit. Well fine. Instead, he slid over next to Jenna, unintentionally blocking her escape even further. "I saw that look, back when you got here. What was that for, huh?" he asked, but his tone was friendly, light, not accusatory.

Hinsero, feeling fairly embarrassed, claustrophobic, and more than a little uncomfortable, re-packed his satchel, shrinking out of again (as much as he could, at least). He could handle crying women - there was a lot of that when you were delivering a baby - but usually it was happy crying, he left the sad crying ones to his mother. It was clear he wasn't getting out any time soon, so instead he took a spot against the wall, waiting. It had to be over soon, right?

[dragon]

Orena was even more shocked to see what happened next, despite seeing the mandyrs trying to eat their murdered clutch sibling. Now there was one with two heads and one tail! How in the world?? She covered her mouth with one hand, and just stared at it, even as the other greens started bouncing around the room.

This was definitely something she'd never even heard about before, and was definitely interesting to see! If only Isori were there to see it too. She would have to tell her sister, as soon as she figured out where she'd gone. Orena leaned forward at the waist to see a little better, but did not actively move any closer to the strange happenings.

Mostly because it really did look like at least one of the hatchlings was actively eating the leg of one of the spectators ... who seemed to be letting it. She was not really in a mood to get chewed on or eaten, so she kept a respectable distance between her person and the hatchlings. Line of sight was perfectly good for her health!

"What is it?" She asked, finally, more than just a little curious. So far all but one egg was open. One left to hatch, and then she would probably make her leave. Curiosity had her stay, but once it was sated, she would definitely leave. After all ... after all, who wanted to get eaten??

[rii]

Precious is, the Death green insisted lovingly at her sister, crooning even as Ja'kin's hand came up to pluck her off of his shirt before her claws and ichor could make too much of a mess. The weyrleader had her by one of her blackened wings, holding her up at face level to scrutinize the creature worming its way into his mind. Demotaeth was feeling out the green from where he lay curled on his ledge. Silent were both their thorough examinations before the bronze dragon snorted in clear dismissal. With a raised brow, Ja'kin dropped the multicolored green onto his shoulder. Hunger.

The Death Green fanned her large wings, directing Ja'kin's attention back toward the the bed. Her clutchsibling, the expired Seal White, was so alone on that bed. Tasted so good. Now that the humans were done poking at the body. Could she, and her wonderful Famine sister, go finish eating? It was just so sad that they left the white there. The red and white frill opened as the Death green began to circled and twist about on Ja'kin shoulder. Please. Oh please. She could barely contain herself, and it was only by Ja'kin's pointed will that she remained in place instead of swooping back over to feast on the flesh still warm. Devour. Love, forever.

Ba'sun curiously watched the man's face, only barely holding back on his laughter with his fellow wastelanders. Part of him amused that a handful of hopeful individuals were leaving the room before they could take the chance to impress one of the little darlings. "Oh see, you have it right." Ba'sun nodded to Ja'kin's shoulder adornment. Personally, the bluerider would stick with his finger-chomping firelizard. Ja'kin merely smiled at him, returning to nursing the cup of tea as he turned to head out. Ba'sun leaned more heavily on R'ril, patting the kid's chest with one hand. "I just don't get that guy, he still looks so damn pleased. I'm beginning to think he actually meant to come here and attract himself one of those worms."

Jenna was staring at the mesh of green and blue that made up the dual mandyr now impressed to Farryl. She blinked at Piden next to her, not sure what to say to him at the moment because of the strange events of the hatching. For a moment, it seemed, she forgot her distrust for the bronze wherhandler. She pinched a bit of his shirt sleeve between her fingers to lightly draw him near to whisper. "I know I'm kinda new here and all.. but this isn't.. normal.. is it?"

[archenstone]

X'vier was in the kitchen when he heard the Mandyr queen call. So its begun hmmm? He thought. He rubbed the scar along his knuckles, still unused to the new red mark. Mine.....the little one is sleeping. Mirazeth said in amused mind voice. You really want another of those things around? He thought. Of course! Little ones are fun. Yours distracts you well. He groaned, remembering how he had locked Passion up to keep the horny little thing from running. He was tired of that mandyr chasing every thing in sight. Passion has since been sulking and leaving 'dirty presents' to show his extreme disapproval. After several minutes he felt a mental nudge from Mirazeth. The hatch is unusual.....you really ought to see whats going on? X'vier sighed and stood, unable to get any more information from his Bonded. He stuffed a couple of meat rolls in his shirt pocket.

When he walked to where it was he noticed quite the crowd of people. This hatch is mostly done. He thought smugly. His demeanor changed when he saw the white corpse. Poor little thing. It looks like it never had a chance....did something bite it? He continued to look around....noticing this group of pets seemed....different. His eyes widened at the site of the double mandyr. You were right Mirazeth....this is rather strange.... He felt Mirazeth's satisfaction at being right...but also a tinge of sadness. Mirazeth had picked up on his mental image of the dead one.

It looks like you won't get lucky today Mirazeth....many have been impressed.He moved closer to get a better look at the ones that remained.

[Rowana]

For the smallest moment, Farryl felt warmth and love. It was the smallest light, then it was gone again. It was hardly a comfort, but Farryl still felt a twinge of solace. "Shh, Addri," she patted the sad form, blinking through her tears. It seemed wrong to let her pass without a name. She aught to have one to be remembered by. Farryl's heart ached with the loss. She barely noticed the movements of those around her, or the touches of comfort. She managed to look at Serissa briefly as she hugged her. "Thank you," she said in a choking voice. Hobbs curled around her neck, keening mournfully as Farryl collected the tiny body in her lap.

She might have stayed there like that for hours, just stroking the still body, but someone had other ideas. Or rather, two someones. Farryl looked up to see something blue and green flapping in her face. She wiped her eyes on a sleeve and blinked. Was that two salamandyrs or one? It was some kind of impossibility. Maybe she was dreaming and this was all some insane nightmare. Yet the pain was real, and the voices in her head were new. It was certainly the strangest thing she had ever seen. Her first horrible thought was that it couldn't possibly live that way, but the pain was all from poor Addri, not this.

"Wha...how?" Farryl whispered in shock, not really comprehending that she'd just impressed the two headed creature. Hobbs was chirping at it in amazement and hope. Yes, they should help Farryl not cry. It was always awful when she cried. Not cry, they echoed, briefly glancing at each other angrily. Feed me! ME! The green head hissed at the blue head, who frilled. "Stop please," Farryl shook her head to clear it. She was still feeling the sharp lost of Addri and now these two were invading the space.

Please say you will let them stay? Peppeth begged, her voice piercing with sadness. I like them! Like I have a choice, Farryl pointed out with a sigh. She could already tell these two were going to be more of a handful than any salamandyr she'd ever met before. Tired from the effort of flapping, the pair flopped back onto her knee. OursLove? they chimed in concern. Finally, Farryl nodded. She pointed at first one head, then they other. "You're Kurro," she told the blue one in a firm voice, "And You're Faii."

They looked at each other. Kurro said the blue. Faii said the green. Yes, it was good. They were quite different names. Hungry? They glared, as if trying to decide who should get fed first. Hobbs trilled a delighted welcome and Farryl managed a tiny small. "Alright, I'll get you some." She still held the tiny white in her lap. She would have to give this one a proper sending as well. It was going to be a long morning.

[Requiem]

Dmitri was getting decidedly irritable. Knowing that a lot of it was Dementia wasn't exactly helpful, either. On one level he couldn't blame anyone walking out. This was, well, a mess. But Dementia found it highly insulting to her babies, and the only reason she wasn't throwing a fit was she had more important things to consider with the clutch and she trusted Hers to take care of it for her. Which meant that if he didn't they'd have a screeching gold. The teen put a hand on Darmori's shoulder. "You'll be fine." Really. Running from 'mandyrs. He moved through the crowd, letting the bluerider pass since she was bloody. A little late on remembering the meat, especially considering one 'mandyr was eating one of the Benden riders, but it would have to do.

Of course, the mingling meant he was hearing all the comments, his voice rising in a definite show of irritation. "No, it's not normal. Any other brilliant questions everyone wants answered?" The bluehandler gave R'ril some of the meat wordlessly, assuming the man would prefer that to having his 'mandyr clean his bones. When he plunked the bowl down beside Farryl it was with a little more force than was truly necessary. His face was stony as his eyes swept over her. Being reluctant again? Wasn't that why the white had been ultimately killed in the first place? Just went to show you that you didn't have to deserve a 'mandyr to Impress one. He turned aside with a sneer of disgust.

The Pestilence Green had finally located Hers, but she had one more thing to take care of. She regarded her brother, who had ever so obviously found his own bonded in the crowd with his endless stream of words, her head twisting curiously. What are you waiting for, brother? she asked her beloved sibling in private. The male was not so polite, including everyone in his broadcast. Hate. Hate late. Amusement from the Pestilence Green. He wasn't nearly so amused, though, pawing the ground as if he was about to charge her. Hate late. Make wait, he insisted louder. Hate, hate, hate.

It was to this scene that the Throne Egg finally split. The grey blue that spilled out wasn't so odd-looking as some of his other siblings...until he leapt like an overgrown cricket, chest outthrust and placing himself gallantly between the Pestilence Green and the War Blue. His brilliant frill of silver and gold unfurled. And then...he spoke... Hate not ma'am, sir. Wait. Wait late hate, he uttered with regal elegance, certain he would be understood. The War Blue hissed at this confusing brother of his. Hate you.

The Pestilence Green spoke privately to the purple-hued 'mandyr before it could get any more out of hand. He is not important. Are you not hungry? Yours will feed you, and you can tell her just how upset you are that she did not come on time. The War Blue considered this for a moment. Love, he concluded, liking the idea. The male immediately turned, bulling through the meat to upset that ugly two-headed thing before he leapt and splatted on the floor, rushing the foot of His. He crawled up her to perch on her shoulder and licked her ear. Love Mine, he told Orena. Then his eyes suddenly turned red and he clamped down on her earlobe hard. Hate late. Why late why?

Satisfied that the (apparently) silent green was now safe, the Throne Blue set about finding his own mindmate. He hopped off the bed and began hopping across the floor, his path taking him over Hinsero's foot and not far from Z'ves. The Pestilence Green turned her eyes toward Hers. Finally. Now that her siblings were looked after, she could get her own growling tummy sated.

Throne Egg :: Blue :: Hopping across the floor
Pestilence Egg :: Green :: On the bed
War Egg :: Blue :: Impressed to Orena
Seal Egg :: White :: Impressed to Farryl :: Dead
Famine Egg :: Green Pookie :: Impressed to R'ril
Death Egg :: Green :: Impressed to Ja'kin
Bowl Egg :: Blue Kurro/Green Faii :: Impressed to Farryl

[Requiem]

War Blue
Impressed to: Orena
Age: Hatchling
Color: 990099

Appearance: No longer than his small sire, the blue is built thick and muscular, looking rather more like a small sausage with stumpy little legs than a salamandyr. Indeed, he’s a bit too heavy up top to manage the meercat stance that so many of the salamandyrs favor to give them a little extra height when taking stock of their surroundings. His short, thick tail is about half the size of an average ‘mandyr’s, managing to only be the length of his body. It doesn’t detach at will like the tails of most salamandyrs, but it makes up for that by being quite strong. In fact, the blue manages to move surprisingly swift for all that muscle he’s got packed on, and his tail is an excellent bludgeon even if it lacks reach.

He is, without a doubt, purple. There is no getting around it. Even though it’s a royal purple, with a bit more blue than red mixed into the coloring, no one would ever call him any other color. Two thick lines of deep crimson run from the base of his thick neck half-way down his tail, before they run together. His tail tip seems to be dipped in the color, and crimson dots of various sizes speckle his flanks, almost as if blood was dripping from the lines down his back. His wings are a rather transparent version of the same color and cast a crimson glow. They’re rather large for him, perhaps to support so much weight in a glide. His frill…does little to compliment his color. A lackluster brown-green, it makes the red spines of his frill look rather lurid.

Personality: With this blue, it’s rather like a game of chance. Or perhaps Russian roulette. For starters, he bonds very closely, unfortunately for His. It will be very difficult indeed to keep from being ruled by this chunky little guy’s emotions. That really wouldn’t be so terrible if the male wasn’t a particularly emotional creature. He has one of those hot/cold types of personalities. Either he really hates something or someone, or he loves them to distraction. Middle ground? What’s that? Furthermore, he never hesitates to announce to the world at large his opinions on absolutely everything. For the most part this is simply satisfied by the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’, which he seems to have been hatched knowing. While the male will gradually increase his vocabulary to rival that of most salamandyrs, he won’t actually use most of those words if his first two favorites will suffice. Why bother with anything else if these two are enough?

Now, this could be a manageable sort of thing, once His learned which things and creatures the male hated and which he loved, at least allowing the man to prepare for the inevitable wash of emotion. Unfortunately, the blue tends to change his mind all the time, with seemingly random triggers. He can be right in the midst of expressing undying devotion - in a long stream of ‘loves’ - when a shadow falls wrong and suddenly he’ll want to tear the object of his previous devotion apart in a fit of rage. Moreover, he has a rather nasty habit of causing trouble when he’s bored. This trouble manifests in starting fights, usually between two other creatures. He so delights in seeing spilled blood and ichor, especially if he orchestrated it. (Though it’s fun to spill it, too, when he gets the chance.)

Perhaps just to cause more trouble, he Runs as often as he Chases. The blue will only chase his sisters reliably - they’re the only greens he doesn’t spontaneously end up hating mid-Run, though that doesn’t mean he won’t chase the others and alternately try to win or kill them depending on his mood - but he’ll allow anything to chase him. Indeed, the more trouble it’s likely to cause if they catch him, the better chance they have of succeeding! He’s a wicked little beast, to be sure.

[Ruby]

Hinsero had found himself directly behind a greenweyrling - somehow he'd gotten in behind the Selenitas half of the room, and any attempt to work his way over to the Wastelanders would look like he was leaving, which was being actively discouraged by the man who seemed to be the clutch's owner (or the owner of the mother, however these things worked). Once she spoke, though, he recognized her as Orena, who came in to help the Healers when his shift was over. "It looks like a two-headed salamandyr," Hinsero offered helpfully, leaning forward a touch so he could speak more into her ear over the clamour. "Conjoined twins, really. Yeh see it sometimes in bovines and runners, less often in draconids and avians. Very rare, but it looks like that little... one will be fine," he offered, "Thank Great Faranth." If Orena found this information extraneous, Hinsero didn't seem to notice or care. It was true, and in handling births of all species, he'd seen one ovine with a second head. It was a good story.

Hmm, poor Jenna. This seemed to have freaked her out a little, and Piden supposed he didn't blame her. No, this wasn't normal for mandyr hatchings, but then what was? Opening his mouth to reply along those lines, Dmitri cut in, adorably protective of Salamandyrs. Or something. Once he'd swept away again and Piden had rolled his eyes at the Harper's retreating back, he leaned down so he could keep his words quieter - no need to set off The Beast again. "Don't worry about him, he's just stressed. Anyone bonded to Dementia should be," he added, snickering a little before he realized Jenna probably had no idea who Dementia was. While she was a daily plague on the Wherhandlers, outside of the apartments she was most likely not as well known. "What I mean is this isn't normal, but every 'mandyr hatching is different. I should know - I've got three, and I've been to more. I really couldn't tell you what 'normal' is when it comes to these creatures, although they are all a little nuts."

Not far away, Hinsero had taken a step backward, plowing into someone behind him as he tried to avoid the War Blue's headlong rush. No need, though - the odd little purple creature had scampered straight up Orena's leg, and had taken a position on her shoulder. The Candidate smiled, reaching out to pat her on the back, starting, "Congratu- uh..." Or maybe not. Her baby had just taken a big, solid bite out of her ear. Hinsero withdrew his hand quickly, finishing his word instead, except this time he sounded more than a little uncertain. "Congratulations?" he asked, then had to pull his foot out of the way of another blue one that scampered off towards the Wastelander pack. He wasn't sure if he wanted one, since very clearly they liked to bite, but seeing Orena's up close changed his mind. He liked them, sausage shape and all!

Serissa, hands clean, had returned to the door, leaning around the frame and trying to see what was going on. No one was screaming or carrying on, so it didn't look like anyone else had been disemboweled whlile she was away, but she couldn't actually get a good look at the clutch, so she couldn't be sure. Up on her tiptoes, she attempted to see over all the tall ones, catching a glimpse here and there. Well, it was almost over.

[Kisha-Ra]

Babies. Babies. Babies. Babies. Each projection of the word was accompanied by The Devil’s jaws snapping shut, sometimes catching the flesh of her stupid bonded and punishing her appropriately for spending time with other humans when she should have been guarding Dementia’s eggs (never mind that The Devil wasn’t there, she would have been if her stupid human just listened to her), and sometimes snapping shut on empty air.

Yoalla really hated The Devil, loathed her, despised her, was disgusted entirely by the way the thrice cursed creature kept biting her, screaming at her, and insisting she should go and attend the hatching of Dementia’s clutch. Really she should have just drowned the salamandyr at her hatching. ‘I know.’ The handler snapped, attempting to dislodge the beast from her shoulder. ‘You may have mentioned it once or twice.’ Of course scathing sarcasm was lost on The Devil, so it was just as well that Yoalla had decided to just give in to her demands, on the whole it kept more of her blood inside her body.

At least she’d missed most of the drama, Yoalla gave a long sigh of relief and leaned against the wall just inside the doorway, which seemed to satisfy The Devil at least, because the pale salamandyr flared her frill once and hopped off Yoalla’s shoulder to scuttle off into the crowd and find a good place to watch the babies from. Good babies they were this time, no false-egg uglies.

Shaking her head over The Devil’s behaviour, Yoalla wrinkled her nose at the amount of dust that had been kicked up and raised her fingers to examine her multitude of salamandyr bites by feel.

[Rei]

Z’ves watched as the creatures continued their bizarre birthing. A sideways look of interest given Ja’kin at the Weyrleader’s examination of his new pet. As the bronzer left the bluerider’s gaze returned to the tall handler making his way thought the crowd. Trying to stop the ones leaving? Who really cared let them leave. The splitting of the last egg effectively drew the mans attention and he regarded the reaming three creatures with clear interest. If the death of just that tiny white thing had made that greenrider so effectively fall apart would the death of any mandyr do that to the person they where bonded to? It was an experimant he now wanted to run.

With careful deliberation the Wastelander watched as the purple one impressed and the odd blue one made it’s way to this side of the room. As the little blue mandyr scampered over the candidate’s foot Z’ves suddenly pushed off the wall and forward. Attempting to stomp the little thing with this boot. Crush it underfoot. One less menace for the weyr. Whether or not this action would upset anyone else he didn’t care. The bluerider if questioned was planning to say he was only trying to get a closer look at the tow headed creature or perhaps the last remaining mandyr. Wasn’t his fault the tiny brained thing had gotten in his way. If he broke someone as a result? Mores the pity. He was so terribly sorry.

~~~

Darmori froze as the hand clamped down on his shoulder. Looking up at Dmitri he could only manage the barest trace of a nod. Okay. The bronze handler trusted the harper. A lot. Most of the handlers did, and the teen himself had met the blue handler before he had even impressed Darmosk. He liked Dmitri. Trusted him so if he said it would be fine it would be. Still his mindmates where upset, with a final look at the two remaining babies he lingered in the doorway. Juts long enough to make sure they both impressed without trouble he reasoned.

As such when the bluerider’s boot descended toward the newly hatched little blue the bronze handler gave a strangled yelp and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see it.

[archenstone]

X'vier watched with amused interest as the blue interacted with the purple and green. Strangest things I've ever seen...He thought. Mirazeth had been right on insist he came. He was even more right for arriving late. He could enjoy the hatching with out the least bit of worry. His eyes rose when the strange purplish mandyr bit his chosen's ear. I bet thats trouble more than Passion. Thinking the name seemed to summon the creature as he felt Passion's mind brush his in the most offended feeling he'd ever experience. It wouldn't be long until that one came crashing in.

[Requiem]

The Throne Blue was quite happily hopping toward His when the boot loomed over him, the male squeaking and scrambling to try to get out of the way. He reached out to the mind of His, the bonding half a thing of desperation in the hopes of stopping the foot, but it still managed to crush one of his front legs and snap off his tail, which he hadn't quite been able to pull out of the way. The little male's pain no doubt flooded the mind of His, followed by a sad little apology, stuck as his leg was under the boot. Late sir, sorry sir, late wait hate, sir. Oh he hadn't meant to get caught underneath he was ever so sorry that His had to deal with that now. He licked at Z'ves's boot. His would forgive him for being too slow, wouldn't he?

During all the rest of that commotion, the last little salamandyr - smallest of them all - quite calmly dropped from the bed and made her stately way toward Hers. The small creature's mind wrapped around his in a carress, quiet amusement at his thoughts making her send him a loving pulse. I've no intention of biting or eating you, my Hinsero, she purred into his mind, her words as intimate as any dragon's for their bonded. Not for the Pestilence Green to address any human but Hers, and certainly not to let them overhear. My siblings are darling but a little...confused...at times.

With that, she crawled up his pant leg, perching there on the belt loop of his belt and rubbing her head lightly against his abdomen with a soft croon. I'm afraid I do not much resemble this sausage you find so cute. Though I'm hungry enough that I feel I could eat a whole one right now. Won't you be a dear and get me something to eat, Hinsero love?

Throne Egg :: Blue Lancelot :: Impressed to Z'ves
Pestilence Egg :: Green :: Impressed to Hinsero
War Egg :: Blue Gerroff :: Impressed to Orena
Seal Egg :: White :: Impressed to Farryl :: Dead
Famine Egg :: Green Pookie :: Impressed to R'ril
Death Egg :: Green Aken :: Impressed to Ja'kin
Bowl Egg :: Blue Kurro/Green Faii :: Impressed to Farryl

[Requiem]

Throne Blue
Impressed to: Z'ves
Age: Hatchling
Color: 7a7aa4

Appearance: If a salamandyr could look any less like its parents, it would be a dragon. The male is large enough to rival an average brown in length. His wingspan is impressively wide and his tail even longer than normal for a salamandyr, comprising 3/4ths of his length. The blue’s legs are magnificently long as well, but folded up like a cricket’s. While he will never be capable of true flight, he mimics it well, his method of locomotion a mixture of hops, glides, and swings aided by his strong, prehensile tail. Everything about this salamandyr is long and streamlined.

In comparison to his genuinely unique body structure, this salamandyr’s coloring is, well, disappointing. He is, quite simply, a medium gray without any hint of blue or a more metallic silver. At a glance, even his markings are rather lackluster, as he only has a sprinkling of off-white spots running down the length of his back. He did, however, manage to inherit his dam’s translucent wings, so that when light catches them just right they cast rainbow-hued prisms on the ground below. By far his most attractive feature, though, is his impressive frill. The membrane when unfolded is a shiny, silken golden hue, the spines a lovely pale blue/silver. Sadly, though, he never displays his frill unless provoked.

Personality: He is, without a doubt, the epitome of the perfect gentleman. Calm. Stately. Quiet. Could this really be a salamandyr? The blue doesn’t speak much, but when he does he always accompanies it with a ‘ma’am’ or ‘sir’ (though he seems to have a problem getting the gender right half the time). If other salamandyrs are spatting his is more than happy to act as mediator - whether they want one or not - and never fails to make his disapproval known when another ‘mandyr utters those nasty curse words. Now, if he could just remember more than a few words at a time and actually use them correctly, he might be more effective. As it is he simply can’t fathom why other salamandyrs don’t seem to understand him.

Our little gentleman could not possibly be a true gallant if he was not chivalrous, now could he? There really is very little that can rile the blue up. He will never fail to come to the aid of a female of his species, however, displaying his glorious frill and defending her to the death - whether from verbal or physical barbs, it doesn’t matter. A lady is never wrong, you see. As for mates, this blue is unerringly faithful to any female he catches. Until he forgets them, which happens as soon as they’re out of sight. (He doesn’t have the best of memories.) His devotion - and memory - returns the moment he sees them again. As a result, the blue has the potential to collect a small harem, his fondness for each and every one bleeding over into His.

His chosen will have to be very careful to shield any cruel intentions from this salamandyr, which won’t be easy; the blue bonds close. Should he learn of them he will declare them - as best he can - to all the world and proceed to be mad at His for such horrible thoughts. Fortunately for His, the blue’s memory is so short he won’t have to endure the ‘mandyr’s displeasure for long.

Pestilence Green
Impressed to: Hinsero
Age: Hatchling
Color: ccffbb

Appearance: To put it simply, this ‘mandyr is sheer perfection in miniature. She certainly takes after her parents in her tiny size, her body as long as a woman’s middle finger from fingertip to second knuckle. Her body is a little thicker as salamandyr bodies usually are, but it is all sleekness and not the least bit plump. With a tail twice the length of her body, smaller legs designed for fast movement, and wings that are definitely made for gliding and not flying, she is the picture of what a salamandyr should look like.

Perhaps to further accentuate her perfection, this little salamandyr has a base color that isn’t simply pale. It is, in fact, the purest of whites. Small, hairline filaments of pale green wind and twist down the line of her back, impossible to see with the naked eye except at close quarters. Just over her left eye, however, is a definite gold hue, two strands of color twining in a rough circle, almost as if she were wearing a small crown. Her wings are translucent as her mother’s are, though if you look closely you can see the ichor-filled veins running through their length in fine green spider webs. Her frill is a rich, royal purple, frothed along the edges of the spines in small, white dots.

Personality: Obviously she would have to be boisterous and obnoxious to make up for that pretty little body, right? Wrong. In fact, she doesn’t broadcast at all. Much like her much larger cousins, she simply does not speak to any but Hers and other ‘mandyrs. This girl takes it a step further, however, and only speaks to certain ‘mandyrs. Namely, she doesn’t feel the need to communicate with any but her three favorite clutch siblings: the Famine Green, the War Blue and the Death Green. In an emergency she might privately nudge a salamandyr nearby that isn’t one of her favorites to be her voice for her, but heaven forbid she ever actually deigns to stoop so low as to address any human but Hers. Much less any draconid but a salamandyr.

Further, this salamandyr is heinously smart. Most salamandyrs have broken speech? She speaks in perfect grammar, complete with vocabulary that often leaves her human blinking in confusion. This female has a way of making the most terrible things sound perfectly reasonable and even nice. She has perfected the art of manipulation, using her three clutch siblings and Hers to further her ends shamelessly, and all without them knowing or caring. Anything that would end with the ‘accidental’ death or injury of fire lizards or other creatures (draconic or human) who cross her is something she’s interested in masterminding. And how delightfully useful her pawns are!

She is unbelievably sweet to Hers, unerringly humble in words if not actions, and only expects that he know her as the embodiment of this Great Faranth that he worships. (Not that she would come out and say it. That’s just too arrogant, right? If he should suggest it himself, though, you‘ll only catch a touch of embarrassment from her and certainly no attempt at denial.) While she does Run, she Runs less than most, instead electing to chase her three favored clutch siblings. Yes. Even her brother.

[Rei]

For a moment Z’ves felt a surge of amusement that the little thing seemed to, in fact, be on it’s way to a horrible death. That was until he felt the inferior and hideous little worm try and worm it’s way into his head. The surprise that flooded through him had the man shifting his step and a good thing to, or he likely would have crushed the little blue’s head. Closing his eyes against the pain and trying to shove the little thing out at the same time the bluerider was torn between anger and disgust.

He hadn’t wanted the little thing, at all, maybe he should just re-stomp the little bastard. Except. He was hurting. A lot. Yes Z’ves could take pain. A lot of it. He had been conditioned to allow himself to function in extreme pain. But that didn’t mean he liked it. At all.

Lucith was stirring against this mind finally, examining the previous events and examining the new little invasion to his bonded’s mind with thinly veiled disgust. I say kill it. I do not want the little menace any more than you. It is clearly broken anyway. The bluerider put a hand over his temple and growled aloud. Shut up Lucith. He shifted his boot, getting another squeal from his new leech and another fresh wave of pain. See? Want to figure out what happens to us if I do kill it? Recoiling from the pain Lucith simply hissed in displeasure and remained silent. I thought not.

Moving his boot Z’ves, none too gently, picked the little ugly blue up by a back leg and brought it up to face level. “Listen you little irritant. Stop broadcasting so much or I’ll break your other leg.” Tossing the blue mandyr in the air he caught it in his hand and fisted the little creature, wincing at the pain the movement caused. Lovely. Just sharding perfect. Sorry Sir. Is sorry. Quiet be. The Throne blue kept repeating in a desperate pain laced tone until the man squeezed him none to gently. “I said zip it.”

Spinning around the bluerider made his way through the crowd, simply shoving at anyone stupid enough to get in his way. Firstly he needed to get a dragon healer to take a look at his new unwanted leech. Then he needed to try and figure out how to handle it. Because these rolling emotions where not going to work. They made Z’ves want to break something. Or someone. Maybe scream. He was used to being perfectly calm and in control and the hunger, pain, and remorse running off the blue was making him want to kill it. However perhaps instinctively he knew he couldn’t kill it. Not because he liked the blue. Faranth no. He hated it. The only thing stopping him from snapping the little mandyrs neck was the fact that bluerider wasn’t sure what would happen to him if he did kill it. Lovely.

Trying to push down the pain emanating from the little creature Z'ves made his way to the infirmary. Lucith settled in the back of his mind, remaining eerily quiet for fear of setting his off with the wrong emotion.

((Later Lucith will secretly name the blue Lancelot a.k.a Lance. Although Z’ves says it doesn’t deserve a name and will refuse to call him anything. He also states that he hates you.))