Welcome to the Family~ (Harmony's Hatching)

[archenstone]

V'rael whistled at the green salamandyr. She sure was a pretty thing wasn't she? He felt amused that the little green was pausing for attention, instead of aiming straight for her chosen one. She eventually took off though and the screaming commenced. V'rael simply shook his head in amusement as Vellani went arms clinging to M'ta. He had only very little pity for her. He knew M'ta enough to think the man would be firm but decent to the historical woman. The green landed on a fleeing figure and V'rael chuckled. So much for that kid's escape.

He returned his gaze back to the table. What everyone else was doing didn't concern V'rael. He was more interested on the eggs wiggling in the basket. He finally noticed a little green nose poking from a shell. The sight was rather cute to him. In fact his eyes dwelled on the little green for a few seconds before browsing over the other eggs. Many eggs where hatching now. It would only be a matter of time.

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X'vier had heard the Gold's demand but salamandyr eggs didn't bother him. Passion lay curled on a shoulder, alerting him to various women he thought were cute. Surely no baby salamandyr would come near them. As he made his way around the crowd he caught sight of some one he knew. "Hey Dy'shi! Hows it goin- oh- you're with Elisabeta?" X'vier glanced from Dy'shi to Elisabeta and back. "Did I interrupt something?" Why didn't you point her out Passion?

Passion bushed his mind with disdain and amusement of X'vier's emotions. What? I prefer blonds MinePet. Speaking of which....I'm getting out of here! With that said Passion uncurled himself from X'vier's should and leaped onto Elisabeta's head. Scuse me Lady! he said to her before leaping off her head and gliding over M'ta's should to land on Vallani. I Looooove you Pretty Gold Girl! He nuzzles her hair, acting as if he'd known her forever.

[Shiny]

Boots scuffed against the floor as Syrene marched down the rows of tables, thickly-rimmed eyes glaring disapprovingly at all who happened to exist. The soup in her bowl sloshed slightly as she wedged herself into a spot, setting her meal down in front of her. The black-clad girl's eyes moved from side to side, scanning with suspicion; something was different about the Dining Hall today. It seemed busier and perhaps more... lively.

Sipping spoonfuls of the soup between tight, pale lips, the woman soon noticed unusual sounds for a Dining Hall coming from not too far away. A centerpiece-like basket that seemed to have been taken over by pack-rats was the center of it all. Harmony's broadcast flowed through Syrene's mind, and she sighed, spoon clinking against the bowl's rim as dropped it to pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance. While I'm here, of all things... The usual cool presence in her mind paused to contemplate the new situation, using her eyes for better judgment. Based on the amount of people present alone, the likelihood of becoming unwillingly bonded to a salamandyr Hatchling is smaller than or equal to ten percent, said probability decreasing with increasing radius from the basket. Another sigh escaped her. It was such a pain to move, especially when it was her right to sit wherever she wanted. Whoever let these salamandyrs roost here anyway? I must propose, however, that bonding to another mindmate is not an entirely atrocious condition.[/color] Wridelth's secret love for pets was incentive to try to influence her to stay, and perhaps it worked.

Syrene only had a moment to be hesitant before the sound of an egg violently shattering quickly captured her attention. A brilliant Green salamandyr unfurled and flew over to someone far within earshot... Oh, great. Ae'on. Like she needed to see any more of that horrible Healer.

With a snort, she fixed her eyes on the new pair, and while everyone watched them with adoration, she simply sipped her soup with a glowering expression.

[Kisha-Ra]

Yes. Imp agreed wholeheartedly with his mate. Our babies best, always bestest, beautifulest. How could they not be with such a mother? See? See! Look at their first hatchling, such a pretty little thing! Not that she could ever hope to rival her mother of course. Imp watched indulgently as the green scrambled about the basket and up to the edge, she had the right idea. Looking back at the other eggs Imp thought that maybe she was the only one who did, none of the others had made it out yet, although a green nose was showing out of one shell.

Go, go. Time choose your love. Imp encouraged his first hatched daughter, impatient to see her Impress, there was a gentle regret in the bronze’s tone though, his bonded wasn’t here to see the babies hatch. Ah, there, clever baby, capturing hers before he got away.


Ghost crooned softly in a greeting to the first salamandyr baby, although the sound was probably lost in the crowd of humans. Mo’rya smiled softly at the parents of the clutch and their obvious pride in their hatchling. Her first flight wasn’t graceful, but that was only to be expected, she was a salamandyr after all, and Mo’rya had been told they couldn’t fly, although whoever told him that must have been misinformed, the bronze sire (who looked oddly familiar now that Mo’rya examined him) had fully functioning wings, and the gold’s wings were… immense. If she couldn’t fly on those it would be because they were too big to be practical.

Well that was the first salamandyr Impressed, to someone who was trying to escape the clutch. Mo’rya was secretly amused, especially when he realised that was the boy who got dropped practically in Jingth’s clutch that time. He’d never even wanted his dragon had he? Strange fool…


J’on couldn’t really see what was going on, but the commentary provided by the salamandyrs in the area served quite nicely to keep him informed. A flash of bright green caught his attention, the first hatchling, or at least J’on assumed it was the first. Strangely, in his opinion, it didn’t hurt to see her, that green really looked nothing like Wraith had done as a hatchling. Sounded nothing like her either, where did these babies learn such phrases? Well, in the dining hall they probably could have learned anything.

By the looks (and the sound) of things it was a good thing J’on had decided to stay put, apparently that first baby had made a beeline for those trying to leave and picked one of them, one who apparently had a nice ass. Now, who could that be? A sly grin accompanied that thought.

[Ember]

Dy'shi flinched at Eliabeta's tone of voice. Apparently he'd bumped into the wrong person. There just wasn't any luck for him today, was there? He just barely managed not to become a stammering mess as he responded, "I - sorry for bumping into you. I was trying to escape the hatching." He gestured vaguely at the busy table, not daring to look away from the woman but unable to meet her eyes at the same time. Wasn't she kind of...overreacting to a simple bump?

He was seemingly saved by an older man and he smiled slightly in gratitude. He fully intended to slip away while Elisabeta was distracted by the stranger but someone caleld his name and he blinked. Hah...? He didn't think he knew the person who called him. Not beyond a name, anyways. His reply was an uncertain, "Hi...not interrupting." Nothing besides my escape, he added mentally, though without any anger. Not like X'vier would know. He might yet prove useful though, what with his pet using the woman's head as a stepping stone.

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Ae'on was not unaware of the small prickling in his mind but he preferred to think it was Sfelyth rather than anything else trying to invade his mind. The blueweyrling only gave a resigned sigh as the green eventually found her way to his...butt. Great. The boy turned a few interesting shades of red at the green salamandyr's comment. By the time he got his spluttering under control she was already up on his shoulder. He did his level best to glare at her. "Seriously?" Was his only question. He'd already learned the hard way that telling them 'no' changed nothing.

Nice ass, she confirmed, deliberately misinterpreting the question. The real answer was kind of obvious at that point. Her attention, as well as Ae'on's, was caught by a laugh. The weyrling narrowed his eyes in irritation. His disgruntled gaze wasn't kept for Kaius alone though. He did not like unnecessary attention and his green was attracting far too much of it. His glare was directed at everyone currently paying attention to him (with the exception of Terilyn; who really glared at children?).

"Hey, You," Ae'on said, quite clearly addressing his 'mandyr. Me? "Yes. Stop causing trouble. Aren't you supposed to be hungry, You?" The boy had no intention of ever calling her anything but You. The green, though, had another idea. Me. "We've already been through this..." Me, name. Me hungry...but Dark Gal hungry for Handsome. Starestare at Me's Handsome. Want make sexy times? Hatchling-making, yes? Me was quite proud of her proclamation. It was sure enough to grab attention, especially from Syrene who she was quite obviously calling 'Dark Gal.' Ae'on, again, turned a curious shade of red. "You..." Me. Already he could tell Me would be causing him much more embarassment.

[Rei]

As if spurred on by the impression of her clutch sister the Cotton Candy green finally pushed her way completely from her shell. Blinking in slight confusion at the amount of people watching her she gave a demur chirp and backed up towards the Apple Pie Egg. Which promptly shattered revealing a rather large royal blue blob of mandyr. Giving a yawn the Apple Pie blue regarded his smaller sister for perhaps a millisecond before giving a loud creel. He was so hungry. What were they all standing there for. Someone get over here an feed him already! Looking back at her massive brother (at least in relation to her) the Cotton Candy green chirped disapprovingly before flicking open dainty wings and giving them a few flaps in the desire to dry them for use. Scrambling to the top of the basket, even as her mother hastened to the Apple Pie blue to nudge him with unneeded concern, she almost shy peered at the gathered humans. Hers was here but where oh where? Oh there. With a chirp she took to the air haphazardly and, after avoiding the obstacle that was Kaius, ended up falling neatly to land in Rosanna’s hair. Tangling herself briefly in the strands the Cotton Candy green flicked her wings shut before commenting to the candidate softly. So hungry? Please food? Oh she hated to ask but could hers please feed her before that starving child ate all of the food?

Trusting Imp to make sure the Cotton Candy green had impressed well Harmony nudged at the Apple pie blue again finding nothing really wrong with him. Hmm. Well then. Up love. Time find yours. She said abruptly nudging him again. It seemed her attempts to get him to move were to no avail however. Instead the Apple Pie blue merely flopped over on his side and gave his mother a scandalized look. How was he supposed to move when he was literally staaaaaarving? Back In the clutch the Caramel egg had finally started rocking in earnest tapping against the Candy Apple egg which was rapidly cracking to show a glint of was that silver?, hide.

But before the occupant of the Candy Apple egg could show it’s true colors the Sugar Cookie egg and the Banana Pudding egg both collapsed at near the same time spilling out a tangle of brown and blue the males hissing in tandem as they struggled to right themselves. Frilling out their spines the twosome circled each other in a slippery puddle of egg goop before the Banana Pudding blue tackled the Sugar Cookie brown, the two males immediately locking tiny claws and rolling haphazardly through the rest of the eggs. They finally disengaged after rolling to smack into Harmony’s rump.

Turning from the Apple Pie blue the large gold merely gave them both a look which, with twin chirps of apology, sent her two sons scrambling away. As they bounced through the rest of the clutch the Caramel egg started to crack which momentarily distracted the Banana Pudding blue as he paused to regard the largest egg with suspicion. The Sugar Cookie brown however had finally decided who he wanted. Although it was a shame that they had to be so faaaaar away. Leaping out of the basket he paused to chirp a quick goodbye to Imp and then flung himself into the crowd. No! No! He called as he spring boarded from person to person little legs having to work quite hard to get where he wanted to go. Finally after landing on Darmori’s head and flinging himself into the air a quick glide had the Sugar Cookie brown smacking into Elisabeta’s breast. You! You! He exclaimed quite cheerfully before rubbing his damp head against her with no small amount of affection. Happy? The little brown questioned a bit sadly as his eyes whirling the rainbow of impression. But he could make her happy he could the little mandyr decided as he frilled out his spines and started to repeat the first lovely song he had heard while in the confines of his egg. You are my sunshine. My only sunshiiiiiine~

Darmori was beyond pleased with his new little friend. Well gosh wasn’t she the sweetest? He was actually rather relieved Piden didn’t know her. That meant he got more time with her till her parents showed up. Holding Terilyn’s tiny hand with his much larger one he smiled and started to play by play the clutch for her. Well sure she could see it herself but he rather thought explaining it to her was good to. Her question caused him to smile. “Well sure! Who wouldn’t want to be friends with someone as adorable as you?” Just that moment the Sugar Cookie brown used the handler’s head as a springboard and he made a face purely for the little girls benefit. “Gee bunch of acrobats in this clutch huh? Bet the next one’s yours for sure.” Darmori said with a grin before pointing toward the basket. Really maybe the shouldn’t be promising her such things but well he was rather confidant that a baby wouldn’t want to bond with a baby. At the very least he could always offer to share Harmony with her. He was sure the gold wouldn’t mind. Especially once her babies had all hatched and impressed.

[Rei]

Cotton Candy Green
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base 66CC38 Tail stripes 003300
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Rosanna

Physical Appearance:

This little lady is on the small side of the size spectrum for mandyr greens. Light in weight she is very thin, streamlined, and incredibly feminine looking, with a whip like tail that is perhaps just a touch longer than normal. Her head is tapered and pretty and her wide vibrant eyes only add to her allure. Over all she presents a very dainty, if frail, picture. Her wings are wide with a thick membrane which makes her easily capable of limited flight. But beware as light as she is any small amount of wind will be prone to blowing her long distances. Thankfully she will be quick to learn to use her wings very well, making any hazard of crashing and smashing herself minimal. However hers might have to travel quite the distance to find her again should she be caught in a strong wind. Like most of Harmony’s progeny she lacks a frill but the spines that normally hold the membrane are still present. The sharp ebony colored protrusions capable of being extended or laid back.

The green’s hide is mostly a light shade of almost pastel green. Far from being uniform it varies just barely in shade in certain areas were is almost looks swirled. Twin rows of pine green dots line her back and end in solid colored perfect rings from the base of her tail to the tip of it. The tail stripes in fact look similar to something you might see on a Terran raccoon’s tail.


Personality:

Sweet and loving to her bonded and almost everyone she meets this little one might be a good example of what a well behaved mandyr should be. As if determined to make people believe good mandyrs exist she is also doesn’t talk much. Nope only when she has something important to say and even then she only normally speaks to hers although others will be added on the rare occasion. Her vocabulary is decent. Nothing spectacular or grammatically correct by any means but she manages to retain enough words to get her point across. Not for her is the boisterous obnoxious and loud broadcasting behavior of some of her siblings and brethren. No she is very content to talk little or not at all. She is however a rather social creature. Even if she doesn’t participate in conversation much she likes to be where the conversation is. She very much likes the company of humans and other mandyrs and will even be content to interact with dragons, whers, felines, or any other matter of creature that makes her acquaintance. All save one exception.

Firelizards. It seems only her winged cousins can bring any sort of nastiness out of her and she hates them with a passion equal to or perhaps even exceeding her dams. Except in the interest of appearing perfect she will only display this aggression and hatred when she is alone with a firelizard. If they have any company she strives to pretend that she doesn’t hate the flit although it is obvious by subtle clues in her body language that she would love nothing more then to outright attack or hassle the creature. The little green also has a bizarre adoration for the color blue and adores most blue things or even anyone wearing blue, flits excluded. In mating she will, in fact, only consistently choose blue mandyrs, (Never flits of any color are you insane?) and never the same mandyr twice in a row although she may pick them again at a later date. This female will strive to collect a loose grouping of blue colored males as friends or lovers in fact. Giving equal attention to each and merely replacing one should he become tired of her or she of him.


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Sugar Cookie Brown
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base 7B3F00 Stripes EE8833
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Elisabeta

Physical Appearance:

This brown mandyr is completely average on the size scale. Smack dab in the middle for what is normal for his color. In body structure he is pretty standard as well save for his legs which seem to be just a little shorter than normal for a mandyr. This means as he moves he almost looks like he scurries from place to place, his little legs having to work double what they would if he had normal ones. Thankfully he has a fully functional set of wings. Even if he seems to use them more for gliding than anything else. He has no sky borne aspirations like some of his brothers and sisters. He prefers gliding and climbing thank you very much. His strong and muscular tail will help him in his climbing ventures, especially since it is a tad longer than average and he seems to have near perfect control of it. Like most his siblings he has the typical set of spiny protrusions in place of a frill. Except while their spines seem to mostly be sharp, his are blunt and rounded. That’s okay. He’s not fond of using them for anything but expression anyway.

His hide is the color of a stick of cinnamon. A warm brown shade that looks smooth even if a bit dull. Despite oilings he’ll always retain this dull quality to his hide. It doesn’t mean he’s unhealthy by any means. It’s just the way he is. At least the color is pleasant looking enough. The uniform cinnamon shade is broken only in a few areas. His legs from the knee down are completely color in a tan shade. Almost as if he was wearing socks. There is a stripe of the same color that rings his neck and finally his tail is banded from base to tip. Yes he bears the raccoon rings the rest of the clutch seems to sport.


Personality:

The first thing you’ll notice about this guy is that he’s horribly loud. Yes. He’s extremely found of broadcasting and that might not be such a bad thing normally. Except the brown does it at the most inopportune times. Like in crowds. He has important things to say you see. Everyone should hear them. Thankfully his broadcasts aren’t always complete nonsense as this little guy is pretty smart. He’ll pick up words quickly, even if his grammar won’t be anything spectacular, and he’ll occasionally mix up a word or two. He’s extremely loving and sweet to his bonded. His encompasses his entire world. Isn’t she beautiful and lovely and kind? He picked well when he chose her he did. It seems from the time be broke shell his entire goal is to keep his in a good mood. And how does he accomplish this? Well he has many ideas. Gift giving, flattery, praise and above all singing. You heard right. The minute she seems upset or angry about anything this mandyr breaks into song. Sometimes he makes them up on a whim and sometimes he just tries to find the brightest happiest song ever to serenade her with. This brown adores his bonded to insane levels.

He’s also fond of learning tricks. He can be easily taught to attempt much about anything for even just a small word of praise or attention from his. Deliver messages, scout out areas, heck he’ll even attempt to do her laundry if she’ll spend some time loving on him. This makes him a bit easily manipulated by his bonded if she can figure out just what it is that he so desires. Which is just her undying devotion to him as well. He’s not all that fond of firelizards but will tolerate them as long as they don’t make nuisances of themselves. Other mandyrs are regarded with a bit of jealousy. His is his. You cannot have her. Or touch her. Despite the fact that he dislikes other mandyrs around his bonded he’s perfectly comfortable around them when she isn’t around. He seems to especially favor females of any species it seems, save firelizards. In matters of mating he’ll chase just about every female mandyr that runs. He’s not into the whole monogamy thing though really. Why limit yourself? Besides his heart only truly belongs to one female and that’s his.

[Ruby]

Oh locksee, it fughly asshat! Shells cooed, watching the first Green hatch and impress. That the second was a green too only spurred him to greater heights, releasing a string of obscenities too unpleasant to be transcribed here. Of course, as usual he projected loudly to the whole dining hall, but luckily everything was such chaos no one seemed to pay him much attention. The bronze got a few more sentences out around a yawn or two before Three snapped, Shut up, swiping at him with her claws. She was too far away to do any real damage, and Shells just blinked at her before calling her Cussface nastyfeind, and returning to his hatching commentary. Piden, used to this sort of thing by now, ignored his pets in favor of shouting "No, I don't know her," at Darmori, then going back to his breakfast. He would have invited the younger handler over for some breakfast if the baby didn't seem to want a new pet. As far as he was concerned, any idiot who actually wanted one of the worms could stay as far away from him as possible. Darmori would be fine.

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The range of emotion that passed over Elisabeta's face when K'ian came up behind her just as she spotted X'vier across the room was absolutely incredible to see. Rage, discomfort, even a flash of hilarity at how bad her luck was. Practically every negative emotion known to man appeared and disappeared before anyone could really register it, but after a second or two her generally cool countenance reasserted itself. There, that was better. Now what on earth to do about the idiot crew?

Rakmaninoth's useful advice was, Kill them, but Elisabeta figured they didn't deserve death just for lacking mental capacity. If they did, no one would be left alive. Instead, she cocked one hip (in another time, it might have been flirtatious), her tone warming a fraction as she cast disconcertingly emotionless grey eyes on the Bronzerider. "Hello, Wingsecond," she said, using his title as she always did. "Not tormenting, he was rushing somewhere and knocked in to me. I was simply wondering what was so important, especially with a hatching going on?" The last she directed back to Dy'shi, pointedly ignoring the salamandyr that chose her head as a step stool and the man who owned him. She hadn't seen X'vier much since the flight, and she didn't plan to change that any time soon, especially as he seemed more afraid of her than anything. Trust Rakmaninoth to get caught by someone less than half her age (or close enough, anyway).

Well, as it turned out, the blueriding boy wasn't half as stupid as she thought. "Escaping? Smart, but cowardly. You can escape at a walk next time. I will be taking my chances with a warm plate of dinner," she replied, willing to let Dy'shi go when K'ian was there protecting him. It didn't do to smack people (even people who deserved it) in front of your Wingsecond unless he gave permission, and unfortunately, K'ian was no Ja'kin, no C'leon. Very unfortunately.

She moved to brush past the three men, but was stopped in her tracks by a sudden, warm weight attached to her breast. She hadn't been paying much attention to the hatching, and assumed the creature was lost. "Shoo," she said, peeling him off her shirt and trying to fling him away. He had wings, he'd be fine. But no, the Brown had clung on to her finger as if it were the most precious thing in the world, nuzzling it gentle as he sang on, You make me haaaapyyy, when things are greeeyyyy... like eyes, such pretty pretty eyes! Furrowing her brow, the Greenrider tried to extract him again, shoving him in X'vier's direction. "No, I'm not yours, you don't want me. I'm a nasty old lady, how about him? He's young, and he's got another pest already." Was that... a hint of panic in the greenrider's voice? Rakmaninoth's impression had practically been forced; Elisabeta had never entertained even the smallest notion that something would ever choose her. What was she supposed to do with it?

It seemed, however, that he had chosen her, and he wasn't about to change his mind any more than she'd ever let Rakmaninoth change hers. Happy happy sunshine? You are myyyyy - "Seriously? You Are My Sunshine? Where did you even learn that?" Elisabeta asked, voice dripping scorn. She couldn't remember the last time she'd heard that. I your Sunshine?? the Mandyr asked, his voice absolutely disgustingly pleased. Knew 'beta loved Sunshine, 'beta didn't even know! "Don't call me that, my name is Elisabeta," she snapped, disgust on her face as her tone turned businesslike. "Alright, if you insist on staying with me - a terrible idea, I will remind you - then you'll need a name. How's... Fido?"

Silly silly funny love, making jokes. Sunshine already has name: Sunshine! Gorgeous, like Mine!

Elisabeta, flame-cheeked for perhaps the first time in the last 30 turns or so, very nearly facepalmed.

[InsaneWhitey28]

Oh look she had been found. Rosanna locked her eyes briefly on Armind as he came bouncing over, plopping onto the table next to her instead of using the bench like a normal, well behaved boy would. But this was Armind. Well behaved was millions of dragonlengths away from the scoundrel and certainly, if Armind ever became well behaved, between will have become a happy little haven that was warm instead of cold. Even as he started snatching at her food, she turned her eyes back to the hatching, though the mention of 'pinky' had her spine briefly stiffen before she forced herself to relax. Does the boy understand nothing of subtly?

"I wonder..." Rosanna mused, "...how quickly you'll turn out to be like Caden. Girls' food is highly infected with cooties, didn't you know?" The teen turned her gaze back to the boy, a sweet smile playing on her lips even as her hands folded under her chin, propping it up as her elbows were propping her forearms up. But her eyes held no sweetness, a simply flash of a warning flew through her eyes. "It's best not to talk of such things around people like this, who knows who may get the wrong idea?"

Seriously, if somebody had heard that and told Z'ves... They'd probably find her body a sevenday from now! Armind obviously didn't know about her little cursed prize she had taken from Z'ves room, purely on accident, or he wouldn't be so careless with his words since granted, it wasn't a surprise he knew about the whole thing in general. He was one of the original view that had first started the pink parade. The silver brush, one of Z'ves very special little conquest prizes, was now lurking beside her bunch, behind another loose stone she had managed to work out of the wall.

"But if you must know, no I wasn't planning anything. Not even breaking rules, like you probably are. I simply came for the entertainment." she replied, shooing Armind's hand away. Having given Armind her full attention for the last few moments, Rosanna had missed when the next few mandyrs had made their appearances and thus didn't realize anything until she had something moving about the top of her head. Starting a little, her eyes quickly found Z'ves to make sure that, yes, the lurker was still elsewhere and not touching her head. But then what on Pern was on her head!?

So hungry. Please food?

Her question was answered as the voice drifted softly through her mind. Her eyes quickly shot up to peer past her bangs to find a small little green head peering down at her, eyes whirling briefly rainbow, the mind gently invading the candidate's mind, before the red of hunger returned to the whirling eyes.

"Oh dear Faranth." Rosa muttered, covering her face with her hand, the motion causing the little green to give a chirp of alarm as her perch shifted, her wings opening for a moment before she settled again and closed them. "How is it... that I'm not even trying or looking for a salamandyr, not even trying to break rules at the moment, like someone I know, and yet I break them? And I have egg goop in my hair now!"

The green gave an inquisitive chirp, briefly peering at the small mess she had made in Hers hair. Why, yes, there was egg goop there! Crooning her apologies, the green made as if to jump of the teen's head, but the sharp little claws that weren't very egg-soft anymore caused Rosanna to hiss briefly in pain before stopping the mandry from jumping, the green of course took the raised hand as platform, daintily stepping onto the hand before curling her tail around the teen's wrist. Well... Rosanna hadn't exactly planned that, but alright. Pulling the last few strands of hair that had seemed to find a liking to the green's claws, she lowered her hand and gently prodded the green onto the table. The teen sighed briefly, but snatching up a piece of wherry meat and offering it to the green.

Thankies. the green stated softly, gently taking the piece from Hers fingers, flicking a brief apology in the boy's direction that she had to disturb his devouring of the food.

"And now I suppose you want a name?" Rosa murmured, staring skeptically at the little green. She did hope that having Impressed a mandyr wouldn't get her banned from being a candidate, that she doubted, but it was sure to rankle to people. Hopefully tick off some Wastelanders. Well, that made her smile slightly, but of course she was name blank. Until she remembered the egg the green had been in.

"Cotton." Rosanna stated, maybe just a bit sarcastically, "I dub thee Cotton."

[Zephyr]

He grinned at the bluerider’s reaction. Technically a candidate shouldn’t be laughing at a rider, but a couple things made this alright in Kaius’ mind. First, said rider was younger than he was. Second, and probably most importantly, Ae’on had a sour disposition and a stick shoved right up his rear end. He kinda deserved to have someone laugh at him, and Kaius just couldn’t help but laugh. The irony of the situation was just far too much.

Unluckily, he didn’t have much more time to laugh, because he doubled over in pain when he felt something sharply connect with his ankle. Cursing loudly, he found to form of the fleeing boy and made to go after Armind, but unfortunately, he had been noticed. Now, if Kaius had noticed that Casiloy had noticed him, he probably would have turned and slipped into the crowd. No damn mandyr was worth having that kid’s attention on you. Fact is, Kai didn’t see Cas. He was too busy nursing his injured ankle to see him work his way behind Kaius, and he didn’t see the blond boy coming up behind him. He didn’t even see him as the other boy slipped his arms around Kai’s waist.

Hazel eyes widened. He froze stock still for several long, agonizing minutes, as Casiloy’s voice was heard in his ear. If he had been drinking anything, this would be the point where it would be coming out of his nose. Finally, he reacted, coughing and sputtering for a bit before reaching behind him and shoving Cas away, none too gently. “ Personal space, kid!” He whirled around to face Cas, his eyes practically bulging. “ Sex kitten!? What is wrong with you?” Kaius was looking for an escape route.

He had to get away. This was insane.

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Ani was so scared. Why did these things insist on attacking her? All she wanted to do was watch. Everyone else was watching and no one else got attacked! She was beginning to think that all of these salamandyrs hated her. Had she unknowingly said something bad about their mothers? Did she speak some special mandyr language and had insulted them somehow? She had no idea what it was, but whatever it was, she wanted it to stop. Now. A poor girl could only take so much.

It had been pure chance that it had been M’ta that Vellani had clung to. She didn’t even know the older man. He was just close and a likely savior from the mandyr menace. She felt worse though, when the man spoke. Color flooded her cheeks and she took a step back, thoroughly embarrassed (what did I tell you?). She looked at the ground, staring intently as if it was something terribly interesting. “ Sorry then.” Her voice was soft, unsure. She had been caught up in the moment of having her face shredded, and she had alienated a complete stranger. Before she heard about her chance at redemption, however, there was a fluttering of wings and something slightly heavy settled on her shoulders. She was about to freak out again until she heard its words. Oh great, the first mandyr who decided that she’d make a nice meal. Still, Passion had grown on her. She knew X’vier had to be around somewhere, but it didn’t matter. She enjoyed the mandyr’s loving croon and grinned happily, stroking the blue’s head lovingly. “ Hi there, Passion. I love you too!”

This had raised the girl’s spirits dramatically, and now she found herself able to focus on the task at hand. Still with a blue mandyr on her shoulder, she looked up at M’ta, nodding. “ Sorry if I made you mad. I was just…frightened. Of course I’ll help you find your daughter. Shouldn’t be too hard.” With that, she turned to Passion, stroking his head lovingly. “ Did you see a little girl while you were coming over here, Passion? She’s very young. Younger than the rest of us. And she’s probably really excited.” Maybe Passion could save the day?

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Careful with this one, mine. K’ian heard amusement in his mindmate’s voice. Of course he would find it funny until Rakmaninoth was ripping him to pieces. She’s as sharp as her bonded is beautiful. Ugh. The rider put his fingers to his face, pinching his nose. Not this again. His dragon liked females way too much. Sighing lightly, he would ignore the bronze dragon’s words for now, much to the dragon’s irritation. Instead, he focused on the greenrider once more. “ That’s probably why he’s rushing.” K’ian furrowed his brow and looked over at the hatching. There certainly seemed to be a lot going on over there…perhaps he should break it up. Things are…

…suddenly, something wet and brown and excited flung itself towards them, straight onto Elisabeta. K’ian backed up instinctually, ready to beat down the attacker with his amazing moves of amazing…ness. Even though he had little doubt that the greenrider could handle things herself, he just acted on instinct. And currently, his instinct was telling him to laugh hysterically at the scene taking place in front of him. Oh course he fought that. He didn’t feel like losing anything today. Instead, he just grinned at her broadly. “ The thing’s probably hungry. We can’t have you fainting from hunger now that the thing has claimed you.”

This was an interesting hatching indeed/

[Requiem]

Yes, she definitely liked him. Terilyn found herself relaxing and watching the hatching with excitement, even if she couldn't - quite - help but be disappointed when the 'mandyr used Darmori's head as a springboard before moving on to choose someone else. She knew enough about salamandyrs to know that they should choose after talking so often to PMS (how she missed him!) but it didn't keep her from wanting to take one anyway. Surely it would love her.

A Darmori had her hand, though. A thought passed through her mind, perhaps because she could feel him not far away. "Maman?" Her eyes left the clutch for a few precious seconds to scan the crowds, but even from here she could not see him. The girl shifted a little closer to the wherhandler. "I want Maman," she told him, with an earnestness that was just this side of distressed.

M'ta's eyes narrowed on her unforgivingly. He didn't say anything, though, his lips pressed into a tight line. Didn't say anything, either, when the 'mandyr landed on his shoulder, hardly noticing Passion. He was well-used to pets using him as perches whenever they pleased. It occurred to him briefly that he might have to endure another clinging session but...no. Apparently she was only terrified of baby salamandyrs. Cause that made all the sense in the world.

"Not mad," he grumbled, with an abrupt testiness. Child didn't know what mad was. (Nevermind that she couldn't have been much more than five turns younger than him. It meant a good deal more, the age difference, during this stage of life than other ones.) "Just not into strange little girls throwing themselves at me." Okay, now he was just grumping to grump. M'ta was rarely in a good mood with other things to worry about on his mind.

Speaking of said other things, he snuck a sideglance at the lurking Z'ves he'd noticed earlier, just to be sure the man was still where he'd been before and there wasn't a Teri there. Didn't trust that man at all. M'ta sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing Vellani and the salamandyr impatiently. Teri mind-talked to draconids. Maybe Passion would know where she was. It was the only thing that kept him in place, on the off-chance that she could give him an actual direction.

Armind eyed Rosanna, his eyes slitting cunningly. Kid wasn't stupid, anyway, even if some of his ideas weren't exactly...medically supported. "Women make all the food," he returned dismissively. "And there are still men here. You're a big fat liar." She just didn't want him eating her food. Well, fat chance. He was hungry and it was available. So there. Just to demonstrate his continued defiance, he took her bread and began munching on it in decidedly oversized, impolite bites.

"Psht. He can't do anything." Apparently he'd regained his sense of indestructibility since the Hatching. Armind wrinkled his nose without saying anything when Rosanna revealed that she was being a good cootie-infested infectious zone. She was so not any fun unless they were pulling pranks. Girls. That was when he saw the thing.

The girl may not have noticed her right away, but you could bet Armind was already inching back. He was more than prepared to bolt if that green looked like it was going to overshoot her. Fortunately, it possessed some sense. "You're a girl and she's a girl," he answered, with childlike sense. Then he snorted. "Dub? Really? Thou art verily doltish, wench," he returned, turning his nose up in the air and affecting the loftiest tone he could muster. Crazy girl.

[archenstone]

X'vier simply let Elisabeta's words go in one ear and out the other. In fact, seeing as the poor blue rider had back up, it was time for X'vier to go. He stepped around, intending to continue on towards a table when a wet brown thing flapped onto Elisabeta. He looked at it, realizing that it had chosen Elisabeta. He glanced around and chuckled. The humored looks on everyone's faces was enough to crack X'vier. "Awww but it likes you." He said smiling as Elisabeta tried to fling the brown in his direction. "Now now....you really wouldn't want to hurt that would you? I'm sure you'll find a use for him." He said, noticing the look on her face.

Meanwhile Passion was happily responding to Ani's welcome. Love pretty. Passion said as Ani rubbed his head. He listened to Ani while she rubbed his head. Little Pretty? He twitched his wings. Find Little Pretty Blond Pretty he said before launching off her shoulder. He worked his little Salamandyr wings as best as he could. Little Pretty! Blond Pretty meet! Passion broadcasted. It was then he spotted a little girl and glided over.

He landed gently on her head and poke his head down between her bangs to look at her. Little Pretty nice Passion?

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V'rael was starting to get distracted. Everywhere where he looked there where salamandyrs gliding, people rushing, girls shreiking, and eggs cracking. So it was kinda hard to look at what was rocking. Some of the nice looking eggs have hatched and impressed already. That blue though.....what was up with it? Was it sick or something? What ever was going on with it, the Gold was trying to get it to move he thought.

He was starting to wonder if it was a smart idea to stay. As he looked around though he saw he was neatly penned in by the crowd. Ah well.

[Sebz]

[WIP. Kaius is <3 btw]

Casiloy allowed himself to be pushed away by the a startled Kaius, but as soon as he was out of the candidates reach, he yelled, “STOP! Don't touch me there Kauis! This is my no no square!” Before adopting a repulsed face and shying away from the candidate he had just finished sexually harassing.

He almost lost his composure when Kauis asked what was wrong with him. What was wrong with him? What was wrong with Kauis was a far better question in Casiloy's mind. Couldn't he take some playful flirtation without freaking out? Well then, let's see how he responded to this.

“Why would you touch me like that Kauis,” he moaned in terror, projecting very loudly, surprising himself by how realistic he sounded. “Why would you-” he stopped mid sentence as his wandering eyes caught a flash of silver hide. He turned ninety degrees and stared at the eggs with incredulity, completely forgetting he was supposed to be tormenting Kauis.

Casiloy liked shiny things.

And this clutch was full of shiny and active things. Casiloy watched with amusement as two males spilled out of their shells and proceeded to tackle each other, knocking each other about until they ran into the Gold, who promptly sent them on their way. Snorting, the candidate glanced at the blue who had had early and refused to move even after Harmony's prodding.

Casiloy's hand twitched slightly, making to reach for the meat rolls he had put in his pocket, but stopped himself when he remembered Harmony's earlier warning to give the hatchlings space. If the blue wanted food then he'd have to come get it himself.

Casiloy glanced back at the Candy Apple egg, noting that the mandyr had made no further progress in extracting itself from its confines. The rest of the eggs, including the largest of the lot, the Carmel egg, seemed to be cracking or rocking in one form or another. Soon the rest of the baby mandyrs would hatch, and if they were any where as... acrobatic as the rest of their clutch siblings, the onlookers better be ready to get out of the way of the dive bombing mandyrs.

[Kisha-Ra]

Imp was puffed up to ridiculous degree with pride. Weren’t his babies just adorable? Yes, yes they were, the bronze reassured himself, stand up meerkat style and peering into the basket at the cotton candy green and the apple pie blue, both of whom seemed to healthy, although the blue was very loud. Silly baby, you want food? Go find. Yours have food, none here. The bronze offered his mate a soft comforting croon. The blue hatchling would be fine once he worked out what he was supposed to be doing. The second green already had, his daughters were so clever. Imp preened a little, almost as proud of himself as he was of Harmony and the hatching babies.

Imp snorted softly at the next pair of hatchlings to emerge, but there was no need for him to intervene, their mother had already sorted them out with just a look. The banana pudding blue remained in the nest with the first blue, apparently fascinated by the cracking caramel egg, so Imp turned to follow the brown baby with his gaze, another successful Impression, and of course another human thrilled to have one his babies.


Mo’rya winced as an adult salamandyr hurled a particularly vile insult directed at either the hatching salamandyrs or their parents, he decided to ignore it. Clearly the grown salamandyr just wanted people to look at him, but since he was already bonded to some unfortunate person so that was unlikely. Ghost, however had no qualms about turning her neck to give the red bronze a disapproving look and a scolding hiss. Be nice to the babies, loud one.

Mo’rya was starting to wonder if the doorway wasn’t the ideal place to stand, since two of the three Impressed hatchlings had gone that way, although there were still two blues in the nest, plus two cracking eggs. Was that one showing silver? Surely not, perhaps it was an oddly coloured bronze in there.


J’on snorted softly with laughter at the first hatchling’s continued commentary. She was certainly very articulate. A second green appeared from the crowd around the basket, haphazardly but determinedly flying, J’on watched her closely, trying to gauge what seeing the hatchling made him feel. Not too much, but then like her sister, this green was no Wraith either. Apparently all these salamandyrs were winged, lacked frills, and talked a lot. Possibly not as much as whichever mandyr was swearing though. At least he never had to worry about that, Wraith hadn’t ever said much.

Ah, another salamandyr must have hatched, and a very loud one it was too, but to J’on’s surprise it didn’t emerge immediately to find it’s bonded. He could hear the gold and bronze telling it to but for a few moments nothing happened then… singing? Seriously? How odd!

[Rei]

Well it seemed the Apple Pie blue was for the moment definitely not going anywhere. After another disproving nudge and a debate on whether or not to command her large errant son to get on with it Harmony decided to leave well enough alone for the time being. Imp was right, their son would have to move eventually. The Apple Pie blue still seemed rather disinclined to do much of anything it seemed however, despite his sire's words. Well besides stare wistfully at all the food around him. Perhaps he should get up and go get some food. But why do that when someone could bring it for him? With that in mind he began to seriously consider those grouped around him. Hmm one of these meatbags had to be adequate slave material. As he considered his options the Candy Apple egg to his left finally had enough abuse from it’s very large and very rude neighbor. It literally exploded with an accompanying hiss and a flashing of silvery light. The force of the Candy Apple blue’s exit, and the accompanying startling flash, caused the Banana Pudding blue to extend his frill spines and trip over himself in surprise.

Sparing his sibling but the briefest glance the Candy Apple blue gave another hiss and merely scrambled out of the basket, eyeing the humans around him with clear distaste. Powder blue in coloration there where enough silver flecks in his hide to produce startling effects when he was in the right lighting. Back in the basket the Banana Pudding blue had righted himself and with a final glance at the Caramel egg decided his time was better spent looking for his. Perching on the edge of the basket he regarded the crowd with clear interest, the very tip of his tail wagging as he looked from this person to that. Tilting his head as he watched a scene coming together to his left he slipped over the edge of the basket and approached the gathered humans. The Candy Apple blue had, by this time, had quite enough of looking at all the eyes on him. It only made him want to remove them.

With a vicious hiss he leapt from the table and awkwardly half glided half fell to the floor. Maneuvering through the gathered people was a chore in itself but the Candy Apple blue was near determined to escape the press that was aggravating him so. Quick slashes with tiny teeth and claws were given to any bare ankles that happened to be in his way. Free of the majority of the crowd he paused as something caught his attention. A lone figure sitting by himself. Yes. This one would do. Quickly ascending the table leg the Candy Apple blue raced up J’on’s shirt, making no effort to be careful of his tiny claws, and with deliberate maliciousness sank his teeth into a nipple. Mine. The simple word was offered to his new slave before he let go, only to finish his climb and exit the greenrider’s shirt. Small rainbow whirling eyes glared up at his unfortunate victim as if daring him to refute the obvious claim.

Back in the basket it seemed the remaining eggs had finally just about collectively decided that now was the time to hatch. The Dark Chocolate egg split almost completely in half and with a final heave the Dark Chocolate green spilled out of her egg. With a confused chirp she shook from nose to tail and sneezed before taking a quick glance around. The first thing that caught her attention was the Caramel egg. Approaching it as if in awe tiny little green forepaws tapped the rocking egg just in time for a bronze leg to emerge from the shell. With a startled chirp the Dark Chocolate green backpedaled and tripped over Harmony’s tail. Looking up at her mother from her sprawled position she crooned and tilted her head. Careful Love. The gold said gently as she helped her daughter right herself and then nudged her in the direction of the humans. That done Harmony turned her full attention back to the Caramel egg eyes half narrowed as she regarded the now hissing egg. Had always been something off about this one. Not to mention it had been a rather hard egg to lay, as large as it was.

Tripping over the edge of the basket the Dark Chocolate green tilted her head and creeled loudly. Didn’t anyone want her? Oh wait. How had she missed him? With a happy chirp she bounded across the table and leaping off it caught onto V’rael’s shirt. Once there she cooed softly. Ello. Sexy? Was that the right word? She had heard it somewhere before. Where she wasn’t sure. Maybe it wasn’t. So then what was? Blinking she looked back as another loud noise issued from the basket. Eggs?

The noise seemed to be emanating from the Cupcake egg which was finally cracking and emitting a sound that sounded strangely like a whistling tea kettle? The only egg that remained as still as death was the Jellybean egg. Harmony had no time to examine it however because the hissing of the occupant of the Caramel egg had increased in volume and titling her head the large gold moved to block that particular egg from the rest of her clutch.

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Darmori watched as the eggs really got to shattering. There weren’t all that many left to hatch. Still a number of babies to impress but the occupants of said eggs seemed to be mostly ready to face the word in various ways. The strange little silver blue unnerved him for some reason and he looped an arm around Terilyn almost protectively. The embrace tightened, especially when she starting asking about someone and her voice started to get a bit distressed. “Maman?” The bronzer repeated with just a tad bit of confusion present in the tone. Was that some weird way to say mother? Well shoot she wanted her mother. How was he going to find her in this mess? “It’s okay. We’ll find your Maman for you.” He promised Teri even as he scooped her up into his arms and, settling her at his hip, stood on the table to survey the crowd. Surely this way, with them now higher than the crowd, her parents would recognize her or she would recognize her mother?

Although Darmori’s idea was a rather good one it didn’t only attract the attention of Terilyn’s parents like he wanted. No it attracted someone else as well. Z’ves smiled when he recognized the little girl. He had only met her once but she was memorable. That time he hadn’t gotten to speak more than a couple words to her. Now however it seemed she was being kept by the idiot handler who had let his gold give birth in the dining hall. Well there seemed to be no Mmtuh leaping around like an angry midget, unless shortie was stuck in the crowd which seemed rather likely, so why not go say hi?

With that in mind the bluerider slowly slinked around tables until he came to the one the hander and girl were standing on. “Tell me handler. Is the little girl lost? I know her father quite well.” With a charming smile for Darmori as he turned, Z'ves' eyes fell back to the little girl in the wherhandler’s arms. “Well hello there poppet. Are we a little lost?” With absolute confidence he extended his hand towards the little girl. “Why don’t we go find your daddy together hmm? That way your friend can get back to his charming gold and her lovely offspring.”

[Rei]

Candy Apple Blue
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base B0E0E6 Stripes E6E8FA
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: J’on

Physical Appearance:

Medium in size for a blue he is not the biggest mandyr in the clutch but nor is he the smallest. Overall he could be best described streamlined. Lithe and long he gives off a slightly serpentine appearance in fact. Nothing about him is thick but nor could he be described as skeletal he’s by no means bony. Yes serpentine fits him well as an overall descriptive word. This legs are short and easily curled up underneath his body and although he is no longer than your average mandyr he certainly gives off the appearance that he is. Such short legs however make him a bit slower than most mandyrs on the ground. Not that he cares. He’s most often clinging anyway. His tail is of normal length for a mandyr but a bit thicker than average. Short broad wings set upon his back are of little use for much flying or gliding but they make excellent appendages for his favorite activity. Swimming. Like the rest of the clutch he also lacks a frill. Instead sporting bony tines in a ring around his head. Unlike some of his sibling’s his frill spines are actually a tad longer than average and the tips of them are barbed.

His hide is a soft powder blue color. Not a bright or flashy shade by any means. The color is basically uniform all over except when you get to his wing membranes were it lightens to almost transparency. Although his base color sure isn’t really much to look at his accents are. Small silver flecks are present throughout this mandyrs hide. The flecking is near unnoticeable until he steps into the light where it actually gives off a flash when he moves. Eventually he will grow adept at moving to create these flashes of light whenever he wants. Either to attract something closer or possibly distract it for his own escape. The only place the silver can be seen well is on his tail where the same banding his siblings sport is also present on his own hide. Thick silver bands run the length of his tail from base to tip. Making his tail an excellent distraction tool when such is needed.


Personality:

This mandyr seems to be making up for all the relatively sweet mandyrs out there. Because to be honest he is downright nasty. Prone to biting he doesn’t much show restraint when it comes to claws and teeth. He is often displeased and rather than broadcast it verbally he makes it known with hard and vicious bites to the most sensitive areas he can find. Being rather small it makes it all that much easier to invade clothing to dish out pain. This blue is not a very talkative sort. Not at all. Oh he’ll spit out some words on occasion and he has the capacity for speech. In fact he will pick up quite a few words rather easily. But none of them will be nice and his favorite words to use will be those that illustrate his frustration with near about anything. So basically curses. He’s terribly easy to set off and seems to have been born with the personality of a very unstable and neurotic canine. He’s very unpredictable. To the point of being perfectly sedate one minute and trying to gnaw your arm off the next. This blue’s not stupid in his attacks however. He doesn’t bite and hold on like some of his species. No. Instead he bites, tears, and moves on to try and create the most damage possible over a wide area before fleeing as soon as he’s sure you learned your lesson. Don’t irritate him.

For all his nastiness he still has his moments of perhaps light tolerance. These always come about when he is able to perform his favorite activity. Swimming. He absolutely adores the water and is an extremely good swimmer. His wings making excellent appendages for swimming and his serpentine shape allowing him to cut through the water with ease. When in the water he’s as happy as he gets and will even be prone to rare bouts of affection to his. Simply to make sure he’s allowed to swim again. Perhaps related to his love of water this little guys food preferences are rather different. He will only eat fish. That’s it. All other food is ignored. Except for perhaps the occasional egg. If his will not provide him with an adequate supply of fresh fish he will simply take to trying to catch his own. He absolutely hates small children with a passion. Noisy, dirty, grabby things. He’s not afraid to bite them and drive them away when they get close. He avoids most other mandyrs like the plague as well, especially females. He simply has no love for them or their noisy problems. Can’t they see he has enough of his own with all the idiots running around? Firelizards are tolerated and even on the occasion bizarrely liked. In fact in matters of mating he will never chase one of his own species but on the rare occasion he may go after a flit.

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Dark Chocolate Green
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base D1E231 Stripes 5E2605
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: V’rael

Physical Appearance:

This green is on the large side of the green size spectrum. She might measure nose to tip about the size of some small blues. Her body structure could best be described as soft. She’s not really fat but nor is she skinny. Instead falling somewhere neatly between. Perhaps just a bit heavier than what could be considered ideal weight for a mandyr. She’s a decently well put together creature except for the fact that her hind quarters are rather large. Giving her an almost pear shape. She will always sport a rather largish back end which is only accented by her rather long and thick tail. Her wings aren’t as large as most of her siblings. Nor are they as strong. This means she won’t be capable of flight as some of her siblings are but she will be a spectacular glider. She sports the same sharp tipped bony frill spines her mother does. Her’s being a quite shiny black. Instead of being straight however the tines have a bit of a wave to them. It gives her a quite interesting look when she has them extended.

Almost as if her body shape wanted to match her coloration she is a soft almost green yellow. The color of a pear in fact. The color is pretty much uniform only darkening slightly on her wing membranes. Little speckles of brown cover her body from nose to tail tip the speckling even present on the wing membrane. The congregation of brown specks varies along her body with the biggest concentration being present across her rear. Twin rows of the same brown run in spots down her spine ending where the brown raccoon rings start on her tail.


Personality:

This little girl is kind of quirky. Her vocabulary is about average for a green. Nothing special but at least she manages to get her point across. Well most of the time. She doesn’t seem to pay much attention to what is going on around her really. Instead it almost seems as if she is in her own little world. A world that just has to be so, so. She is obsessively clean with her living space. Her things must be placed in just such a way too. You see this green hoards things and not just things that are shiny. Anything she takes a fancy to could be added to her collection. Each new addition is placed in a particular place and fussed over until she thinks she has it is perfect. Then she will proceed to make sure all her collected items are still in their spaces. This behavior takes up nearly half of her day. The rest of her day is spent alternately paying attention to hers, finding new items, or fussing over her current ‘baby’. You see the green’s obsession with her items has a purpose. It’s a nesting behavior. She has an almost scary obsession with eggs and she doesn’t want to eat them either. Oh no. She wants to hatch them. She will frequently raid nests of any type for eggs. Flitter, darter, tunnelsnake, heck even dragon and wher if she could figure out a way to move it. However she will only acquire one egg at any given time. It doesn’t even matter if the egg is bigger than her either, she will do her level best to get it home and safe. Even if she has to get hers to help her do it.

The egg will be fussed and loved on and dotted on for whatever length of time necessary. Until it hatches or goes rotten. Most of the time they simply go rotten because she seems to mother them to death messing with them too often and moving them around the nest constantly. A lot of the time she doesn’t even realize it was gone rotten either so hers will have to beware or suffer the consequences should the egg break. After each of her failed attempts at motherhood she will go into a severe depression the only thing seeming to bring her out of it being, you guessed it, another egg. Should her attempts at motherhood ever succeed after a moment of shock she is likely to push the baby right out of her nest to make room for the next one. The green simply does not seem to know what to do with the creatures she mothered once they hatch. So besides rotten eggs hers might also find themselves with a grouping of confused and hungry babies. Joy! This mandyr doesn’t really pay much attention to others of her species, or even firelizards, unless they are female. Males seems to be completely invisible to her. In fact in matters of running she will only ever pick another green as a mate.