Welcome to the Family~ (Harmony's Hatching)

[Sebz]

(WIP)

Casioly watched the green and brown salamandyr's interactions with amusement, absent mindedly nibbling on his last meat roll, silently urging the little green forward. He wanted her to pounce on her brother. Chaos was fun! The hatching was coming to a close, and yet again, the candidate just could not manage to concentrate on the last to mandyrs that had yet to make their impressions.

The candidate glanced to the right, just in time to see a man he had never seen before squeeze in between two other candidates. What was he doing? Edging closer, he heard the man ask the crying female what the third man in the little trio had done to her.

Cas had it completely figured out. The third guy must have been trying to make a move on the girl, but the newcomer had gotten in his way. That would just not do! Casioly had to fix it! He would not let anything get in the way of true love. Siddling up to the trio, he managed to force himself between Piden and Ani, in the process, knocking the girl back into Darmori.

“Hello there,” He said to Piden in what Casiloy called his 'sexy voice', which tended to sound like a wherry with a soar throat. “I saw you staring...” he continued before actually dipping the slightly shorter man and leaning forward and giving the man a quick peck on the lips

Gross.

Forget protecting true love, Piden sucked at kissing. Practically dropping the man, Casiloy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was official, guys were definitely not his thing.

[Ruby]

Interesting. Piden had spotted the blond, oddly tanned Candidate across the clutch, and of course just looking at someone vaguely eligible made the Wherhandler's green eyes smoulder. So what that he was wearing bunny slippers; he was still sexy, and now Casiloy knew it. His attention was re-captured, however, by Darmori, who stuttered out something silly. Typical. "Well, something is certainly the matter." Releasing the other Bronzehandler (who seemed more interested in silly knives, like the rest of the world), Piden angled himself towards Vellani, reaching over to trail a gentle and surprisingly non-threatening back of a finger down her cheek. "Honestly, what's up?" he asked, tone warm and concerned, and wouldn't it have been great if she had had time to answer before Piden was taken out by a lip ninja.

Unfortunately, this was not the case. Casiloy was lucky Piden had removed Three from his neck and left her behind with Shells - the green absolutely would have bitten the Candidate. As it was, an angry hiss arose from the table behind him, but Piden was used to ignoring this by now. Although very little surprised the Handler when it came to sexual contact, this did, if only for a second. Just because... who was he, exactly?

Anyway, by the time Casiloy dropped him, Piden had decided the boy wasn't bad looking, and shouldn't be jumping to conclusions quite as quickly as he was. Oh yes, he'd seen the look, right after Casiloy laid that poor excuse for a kiss on him - it was the same one Dmitri seemed to wear every time Piden as in the vicinity - and the mouth-wipe didn't shout his praises to the heavens, either. Well of course the kiss was terrible, the Bronzehandler needed a little preparation. Straightening, he turned the tables, only needing to lean up slightly to reach the blonde Candidate's mouth. A hand on the back of the neck and one wrapped just above his hips kept him trapped as Piden brought all of his considerable skill and years of practice to bear. Seriously, you'd have to be made of ice not to enjoy it at least a little.

"Now that," the red-headed handler said, releasing Casiloy as if he'd never touched him, "Is how it's done." Turning back to Vellani, he added, "Please excuse the interruption. Where were we?"

[Requiem]

Terilyn was beginning to feel afraid. She still did not feel much bad coming from Z'ves, only this: he seemed happy that her father was upset. And her father was upset. Fear rendered her compliant, the child not trying to escape someone so much larger than her anyway. She trembled though, a little, her eyes fixed on Maman, pleading apology. She'd been told to avoid Z'ves, but he hadn't felt bad...yet he wasn't taking her to her father like he'd promised. Terilyn would remember that.

"Your memory leaves much to be desired," M'ta muttered darkly. He made no further threatening gestures, perhaps because his daughter was in the man's arms. Too many witnesses for Z'ves to play games out here, including...the bronzerider. Casting a glance sidelong at the big man, M'ta didn't move his hand from the hilt of the dirk at his hip.

Technically, his rank was high enough that he didn't necessarily answer to any bronzerider stalking around with the knots of a wingsecond. But M'ta wasn't stupid, either. Playing rank games wasn't in his best interests. "There is." Ignoring Z'ves' contradictory answer. "He has my daughter. There's no reason for him not to return her to me." There was little inflection in his voice, and his eyes were on the bluerider, not Ki'an. "I'm not above taking her back forcefully, but I'd rather not."

But M'ta wasn't about to wait for the bronzerider to attempt (probably unsuccessfully) to take Z'ves in hand. One of the little mandyrs apparently didn't like Z'ves. The brownrider made a mental note to thank whoever the mandyr happened to Impress to, but first...he snatched his daughter by the arm, crouching with her protectively between his knees. The child was already clinging to his neck when the blue that had attacked Z'ves landed on Terilyn's head.

M'ta didn't comprehend immediately. Far more important things on his mind. Not until he realized who the blue was referring to as 'Mine.' Which seemed to open the door, because then the mind blossomed in his, as if simply waiting for comprehension. Much more present than PMS's had ever been. "Come on," he murmured, to both Teri and the mandyr that seemed to have hatched already loyal to M'ta and his small family. Probably better to melt into the crowd before Z'ves recovered enough to be mad in their direction.

Mmm'tuh the blue tried out for himself, his moment of fierceness dissipating with the distance they put between them and the bleeding Z'ves. "Are you going to start that now, too?" the man questioned the blue wearily. Mannahs don' mattuh, mmm'tuh. Mine mmm'tuh. Hello mmm'tuh Minesss' the blue added, interrupting his cheerful wordplay with a croon for Teri.

[metaldawn71]

OOC: Sorry, so late. My boyfriend had a family emergency and I had to be by his side. Today is the only day I had a chance to get online.

IC:
Kalaht was so very, very late when approaching Harmony's clutch. Knowing how 'mandyrs are, he doubted he would be even be accepted but he had to try. If he was refused for being late, there was always another clutch.

Kalaht sighed nervously as as walked in, nodded in respect to the Gold Salamandyr and apologized profusely for being so late. His excuse, bathing and oiling a very difficult Kalsk and then trying to get an excitable little blue wher to sleep.

When he arrived, almost every single egg was hatched and Impressed but two. He shook his head and put his hand over his eyes.

Late. Great. Nice job, Kalsk. he thought and unwittingly sent his emotions to the little blue, who was finally fast asleep. Kalsk softly crooned in his sleep, apologetically. Stone was asleep curled up one his left side. The brown flit made a nice 'nest' out of Kalsk's extra baby skin to keep warm in the darkness of the apartment. What was he doing? He couldn't be mad at his blue not for long anyway. He smiled.

Kalaht was late, yes...severely late. Weather or not the Gold would let him stay, that would be her choice.

[Zephyr]

Darmori’s efforts, while halfhearted at best, made Vellani feel a little better. The idea that someone she didn’t even know could care enough about her to try and make her feel better was heartening…even if she wasn’t completely sure if he meant it or not. So she smiled at him, about to speak when someone suddenly sidled up between them, wrapping long arms around their waists. Ani immediately blanched, followed by a full flushing of her cheeks when she saw who had done it. She definitely didn’t know this man, but Faranth was he good looking.

“ I…I…I…don’t…” It was hard just to get words out and she lowered her face to step the oncoming blood from flooding her entire face. That just got harder when he brushed his finger across her cheek.

I know I have the worst luck ever…

She steeled herself to speak at last and lifted her head to do just that when some blonde boy wearing a dress came over and shoved her back into Darmori. Now. This was seriously getting annoying! After righting herself, she patted Darmori on the shoulder much in the way he had to her. “ Sorry again.” Her cheeks flushed both in embarrassment and rage as she turned to face the offending candidate. “ Some people just don’t know…”

By the time she had untangled herself from poor Darmori, Casiloy had already planted his kiss on Piden and the wherhandler was full on making out with the blond boy. Ani’s eyes widened, and she suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, like she was witnessing something that she probably shouldn’t have been witnessing. Even so, she couldn’t pull her eyes away.

What. The. Hell?

It took her a second to realize that the kiss was over and that Piden was talking to her. She launched into another one of her stammering fits. “ I…uh…I. Do you know him?” She finished, motioning to Cas…who was probably stunned that Piden had decided to kiss him back.

And she couldn’t help but wish she had been Casiloy right then.

(( will post K'ian later ))

[Ember]

Ae'on was grinning. It wasn't mockingly, or even in any way mean-spirited. He was simply amused at both the salamandyr preening at the attention on his shoulder and Syrene's reaction. Now, he could hardly say too much about others being embarrassed, but for that rude, evil girl...too funny! He could get used to You - Me, she smoothly interjected his thoughts - if she could actually provide him some entertainment. The green licked his neck adoringly. Truly hungry, Me admitted. Attention was lovely but needs did so need to be taken care of.

"Yeah, yeah You." Me! "But first..." Ae'on spoke to the green in a low mumble before raising his voice loud enough for Syrene to hear. Only when he was about to address her did he notice she had Impressed one of the nuisances too. "Hah, you'll learn soon enough you can't shut them up. You (Me!) is free to speak unless it bothers me." This, of course, provided Me with an excuse to talk whenever she wanted and about whatever even though Ae'on hadn't actually been saying her name.

With that settled - really, why did she insist on telling him what to do with his mindmates? They were, unfortunately, his for a reason - the boy searched out some meet to give the green. He turned scarlet at Me's very vocal and suggestive appreciation of the food. Ah! Aaaah! More, more! Would it have killed someone for him to Impress to a shy mindmate? As he silently gave the green what he wanted he avoided eye contact with anyone else.

"Yes, ma'am," Dy'shi responded to the scolding and the insult. Nothing he didn't know, really. Technically they were the same rank but age and experience did matter i nthe world of dragonriding. Not to mention he was more than sure she could kick his ass. So much for an older female Wastelander being less scary. Dy'shi, seeing his chance to slip away when Elisabeta was inflicted with a 'mandyr, quietly moved away from the small grouping. There was a faint smile of amusement when he was out of view as he strode towards the exit. Things had an odd habit of Impressing to people when they were least wanted. He'd better make good on his escape before one had any more of a chance at him.

[Rei]

Harmony watched her last two offspring with interest and a bit of impatience. The gold was ready for a break. Only once her babies had all safely found theirs she could suitably relax. Moving over to Imp she nuzzled her mate lightly, tail seeking to twine with his as she issued a loving croon. The noise was interrupted as she was addressed by one of the humans. His apologies where hardly necessary. The babies would impress to who they wanted, whether she approved or not. No apologies. Harmony stated to the blue wherling before turning her head to regard her final offspring. Who would they pick?

The Cupcake brown had finally righted himself and ceased his fit. Just in time for the Jellybean green to pounce at him with a shriek. Leaping into the air with an answering shriek the Cupcake brown's wings flared out and he flapped them once experimentally before settling on the table and rounding on his sister, intending to bite her for her transgression. But the Jellybean green was already off and away sprinting along the table and towards the mind she knew to be hers.

Well fine then. He already knew who he wanted anyway. It was just getting there that was the problem. Getting his legs underneath him the Cupcake brown made a final sprint for the end of the table. Leaping off it and extending his wings in a glide he finally reached his target. Climbing up Casiloy he tilted his head and uttered a sound that sounded remarkably like kissing. Noooooooooo. His needed to quit mouthing and feed him now.

Further down the row the Jellybean green had finally come to hers. With a squeal of delight she bounced from table to table before pouncing Armind’s hand. Boo! That’s what people said when they were trying to scare right? Was hers scared of her? She was scary. She was! With a croon she licked the back of his hand. Hungry. Yes? Looking back at Rosanna she chirped pleasantly before turning rainbow hued eyes back to hers.

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Darmori gave a startled cry as Vellani was again showed into him. His attention wasn’t on the girl though. Instead it was on Piden and the new guy who had just randomly kissed him. Not that in a weyr settling it was all that odd but still. He blinked as his shoulder was patted and gave the girl a smile. “Oh it’s not your fault.” Shuffling a bit away from the candidate he was relived to see that the girl was apparently back where she belonged. The handler then turned his head to give Harmony a pleading look. Couldn’t she do this somewhere less crazy next time?

~~~

* Z’ves is just real pissed off and he doesn’t have much to do with M’ta walking away and no K'ian to respond to so he’ll just slink off into the crowd so I can make this short >>;;

[Rei]

Cupcake Brown
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base 5C3317 Stripes 800000
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Casiloy

Physical Appearance:

This brown is on the smaller size for his coloration. He’s not as small as a blue but he is definitely on the smaller side for a brown. Far from being a typical brown in build he’s actually rather streamlined. Almost too skinny really. His ribs will always be just a tad visible and no amount of pushing food on him will seem to change that. His head too looks odd, as if skin was just stretched over his skull he looks a bit scary even perhaps, especially with is overlarge almost liquid looking eyes. Behind his head where his frill should be are the same bony spines his mother seems to gift all her offspring with. His spines are an off white bone color, like his claws, and the tips are wickedly sharp. Easily able to draw blood even if it is only accidentally. With longer legs and a whip thin tail perhaps lanky would be the best word to describe him over all. He has a nice set of fully functional wings and they will be used as his primary mode of transportation. Otherwise he’s prone to trip and fall when he gets his long legs tangled with one another. Flying and gliding is certainly a better mode of transport. Unfortunately it will take him awhile to realize that so he might end up with quite a few bruises and scratches at the beginning of his life.

At least his hide is rather nice to look at. A warm chocolate shade it’s uniform and not at all patchy. Instead giving off a smooth and healthy appearance. After oilings in fact he’ll look rather handsome. If you can get over his strange build. In combination with the chocolate shade his entire back is a maroon shade as are his wing membranes. In fact his back almost looks as if someone spread an uneven amount of frosting over it. The color seems deeper in some areas and lighter and others and in some spots it looks as if it has even started to trickle down his sides. His tail follows the same pattern as the rest of his siblings. Maroon rings from base to tip.


Personality:

This brown is unfortunately not very intelligent at all. He just can’t seem to grasp most things or ideas. Even if he does try to understand it almost always seems that at least some part of the topic or idea eludes him. He’s prone to throwing spectacular fits when he gets frustrated. Thankfully these fits don’t seems to last all that long. In fact he’s easily distracted from his tantrums if you offer him something shiny or odd shaped. He won’t ever have a very large vocabulary. In fact he will be lucky if he learns more than eight words or so. He does however have a remarkable ability to mimic noises. Bird calls, whistles, beeps, chirps, doors slamming, yells, moans, grunts, barks, cat calls, you name it it’s likely he can find a way to get his vocal cords to mimic it. He’s fond of using these sounds too. Solely to get reactions from the things around him. Because whoever would think that a mandyr could makes those sounds? He absolutely loves the reactions he can produce and it’s one of his favorite things to do. He’s moderately fond of his bonded. Not for him is the oozing of hearts and fluffy feelings. He loves his sure, but he’s not obsessed by any means.

He’s more fond of messing with people and learning new sounds then he is in spending much time with his bonded in fact. He also likes to collect odd shaped things. Anything that looks a bit odd he’ll try to covet. Shiny things work too. But he prefers odd shaped and shiny. The brown seems to like firelizards quite a bit as well. Perhaps because they seem to be the most interested in the sounds he creates. He’s not fond of his own species at all. No doubt due to the fact that most of them will be prone to tease and hassle him. Other humans are targets for his amusement. As are dragons, whers, dogs, cats, children, anything that he can mess with really. He’s not trying to be cruel by any means. He just likes to play tricks. He’s not smart enough to do it for sinister reasons. In matters of mating he will solely chase firelizards. Not just green ones either. Although he doesn’t have much hope of successfully mating with a gold firelizard, considering their size, he’ll certainly give it his best shot.


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Jellybean Green
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base 659D32 Stripes 3B5323
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Armind

Physical Appearance:

Cute. That might be the best word to describe this little green. She’s about average size for a green. Perhaps a bit on the smaller side of average but not enough to be really noticeable. She’s not built to be a ravishing beauty. Nor is she really all that dainty. Instead she is a rather compact little thing. Not fat nor chubby just a little ball of muscle. Not enough muscle for her to appear masculine but she certainly doesn’t look weak, even if she is quite small. Her compact little body makes her look sort of like a little chibi version of a mandyr. Especially when you factor in that her head looks rather largish in comparison to her short stout body and that her eyes are rather large and prominent. Small wings grace her back the appendages barely able to support her in true flight although gliding will be easy enough and she is capable of limited flight especially with the help of the wind. Behind her head are the same tines all her siblings sport but instead of being black hers are a rather interesting shade of brown. Not unlike that of tree bark.

Her hide is a hodgepodge of green. The main shade being the same color of moss you might see clinging to a tree trunk. This mossy shade darkens and lightens in patches just like real moss. The coloration also seems to change sporadically. Although surely this is just a trick of the light. Besides the mossy color her body is evenly stripped with a darker green that is reminiscent of a head of romaine lettuce. The stripes are thin and threadlike and cover her body from nose to tip. Oddly Terran tiger like in their placement. Besides the thin stripping and the mossy green she also sports the seemingly signature marking from this clutch. Raccoon bands in dark green from base to tip of her long tail.


Personality:

This little gal has quite the personality. Far from being timid she is quite a spitfire. She’s quite adept at picking up words and working out how to use them but you’ll never hear most of them. Nope because even though she could speak more and quite well she only uses a few words to get her point across. She’s not very verbose at all. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that she would rather not draw any attention to herself. Why you ask? Because she thinks herself the ultimate hunter. That’s right. This little green is quite fond of actually stalking other things in a bid to either eat or frighten them. Maybe she’d be better at it if she wasn’t so darn tiny. And cute. Still that doesn’t stop her from trying to be vicious. Although it is quite comical to watch. She’ll stalk her prey like a mini tigress occasionally letting them even get away just so she could stalk them again for fun. Once she has a clear shot she’s flinging herself at them either in a bid to scare or in the case of small tunnelsnakes and baby darters eat them. She’s not a cruel huntress either. Not by any means. Her prey is eventually dispatched with a quick and precise strike for the throat. After dispatching it she is quick to consume all she can gorging herself before stashing her prey someplace for a later snack. As can be expected she all but refuses to eat anything she didn’t kill herself so until she works out this hunting thing exactly (which might take awhile because she’s fond of biting off more than she can chew) hers might have to provide her with a few wounded creatures to ‘practice’ on. Thankfully, if hers can’t stomach he intentional wounding of little creatures, she adores eggs and she’ll gladly accept an egg or two to tide her over until her next kill. She doesn’t kill for fun really, like some felines are wont to do. No only for practicality. If she isn’t hungry she will simply play with her food.

For all her feigned viciousness this green is actually quite sweet to other members of her species and even likes firelizards. Although they might not be fond of her type of greeting which normally involves scaring them out of their wits before deciding to befriend them. She absolutely adores hers to extremes and is quite fond of trying to get them to play with her. Her favorite games involve anything with hiding. Hide and seek will be an ultimate favorite of hers in fact. Perhaps having something to do with her innocent and rather simple nature this green will never get the urge to run. Nor will she glow. She has no use for other males or females besides possible playmates. Nor is she likely ever to understand the complexities of mating. No in fact this little mandyr for better of for worse is a non runner. Although she may play chase at times. Simply because doesn’t it look fun?

[archenstone]

V'rael was just beginning to turn when a green bounded on to him abd clung to his shirt. Ello. Sexy? He looked down at the unusual green as she looked to him with rainbow eyes. Is she green or brown? He was intrigued by the creatur's strange coloring. Naturally Taith immediately greeted their new mind friend. Hi little one. then addressed V'rael teasingly, Hello Sexieeeee. He drew the last part out, reveling in V'rael's discomfort. Don't call me sexy.He told Taith, accidently including the green. Call me sexy? It dawned on V'rael that she didn't catch the meaning of everything he said. Don't call me Sexy. He tried to reiterate.

The mandyr grew excited. Me Sexy! Me Sexy! Look Me Sexy! She broadcasted her name to everyone. She was sexy; Me Sexy. V'rael simply shook his head as Taith laughed at him. How did the green name herself that.

~~~~~

Passion had leaped off the little girl once she started going up. He settled on the table to find the girl going up into some meat sack's arms. My Little Pretty. He said hissing, but he was ignored. The meat sacks gathered around only seemed to make things worse till another mandyr glided in to attack the meat sack holding Little Pretty. He rattled his frill in displeaser when she dropped. Crazy!All Crazy!He spat to everyone in disgust as he retreated to the first person he knew....Vellani.

She seemed distressed. So obviously she need him. He gently crawled up her, letting her know it was him. Passion make Pretty happy. Pretty go Mine?He sent her an image of X'vier. Pretty Happy? Bye bye Crazies? He lacked the vocabulary to be clearer with his intent. The female needed to be happy. He was here....she should be happy now.

[Shiny]

Syrene's eyes narrowed murderously at Ae'on as he didn't even try to hide his laughing at her. Nobody laughed at Syrene and got away with it. "How about I just off you instead, kill two birds with one stone," she muttered mostly to herself, knives jutting from her gaze as if trying to go on this statement.

The hateful expression grew a slight twang of confusion as a strange feeling of energy entanglement grew in the back of her mind - it felt like two different plasma entities mixing and becoming one. Just like what she'd felt with Wridelth, although slightly different. Idiot girl! Attention slavething. Her dark eyes slid to observe a Bronze hatchling that had glided next to her and was addressing her so, the little mandyr flaring its frill briefly and hissing in her direction. Food. Quick quick.

The nasty girl's expression had melted into one of slight shock. The Bronze slid his tail around one of her fingers and squeezed with something akin to affection, Impression-whirling eyes observing her. Hurry up. I have all day not. The sharp, commanding tone that was very clearly not affectionate snapped her out of her slight stupor, and as the tingling of Impression receded, her nasty expression came back. "Who died and made you queen of the world?" She muttered coldly, glaring at the little hatchling. Not queen, king. But King taken... so yes, suppose Queen. Queen second best option. Stupid stupid asshat King![/i] The mandyr scooted quickly up Syrene's arm and onto her head before she could react, where he was able to spot his twin brother, King. Frill and wings flaring angrily, he hissed and spat in the first Caramel Bronze's direction. King steal my name, but Queen steal your life, fugly asshat,[/color] the public broadcast of a death threat was seething with hatred and envy.

Syrene decided that now was a good time to distract him with food - the last thing she needed was for her new bonded to make a scene. She supposed that it was her responsibility to feed the damn thing anyway, whether or not it was willful. "The things I Impress for trying to eat around here, Faranth..."

Exasperatedly, Syrene looked around and spotted some fresh meat close enough that she didn't have to stand to get it. Her fingers wrapped around a chunk and she carelessly pulled it apart. Syrene placed the food on the table, expecting the Bronze to finally get off of his high throne. With a punishing whip of his strong tail to the back of her head, Queen snapped again. Feed me.[/color]

A harsh sigh escaped through thin lips as the woman attempted to comply, grabbing a few strands of the meat and raising it to his level. Slavething did messy job. Need cubes of meat, not this mushy strand crap. Chop chop. Oh, she could see how fast a mandyr could get irritating. At least Queen had the right idea. Syrene packed some of the meat into the best cube she could make and offered it to the Bronze. "If you don't take it, I'm not feeding you anything else, and you can do me a favor and die." Whether the threat worked or not was a mystery, as Queen took the cube and promptly snapped it up in his jaws from her fingers, not taking the time to make sure he didn't bite the live flesh. Hnn,[/color] the groan indicated that the meat was simply satisfactory. More.[/color]

Syrene reached over to the ball of meat, eyes glaring up at Ae'on as she angrily shaped another perfect meat cube. Me, you? What was this kid talking about? "I honestly knew you were stupid to begin with, but thanks for proving to me that you've lost your marbles." She had nothing to say to him on the matter of mandyrs, probably because he was right and she really didn't want to admit it. A mean smirk crossed her lips in his direction. "At least my mandyr doesn't orgasm publicly." to which Queen interjected, Must be because Me saw me![/color]

A twang of irritated puzzlement crossed Syrene's face. Was everyone losing it except for her?

[Sebz]

Casiloy was surprised and rather flustered that he was pulled into another kiss with Piden, more importantly one that he did not initiate. In surprise, he was forced to revive his previous assumption. Piden was a very good kisser.

And then the contact was ended and Casiloy took a quick step to the right, completely confused with the emotions that he was feeling. Hmm, maybe guys were his thing after all. Casiloy smirked slightly, throwing a wink in Piden's direction before forcing the matter from his mind.

Tilting his head, he turned back to the clutch, Just in time to see the brown who had stumbled earlier gliding strait for him, finally landing on his shirt, before scampering up to his shoulder, making Casiloy wince as his very sharp claws dug into his chest.

He had expected the little mandyr to leap off him, making his way towards his chosen, but instead the little critter stayed, and... started making kissing noises. Great. Noooooooooo, the Salamandyr whined, opening its jaw expectantly.

It was then Casiloy realized he had managed to impress. He hurriedly tore off chunks of the remaining meat roll and offering them to the brown Salamandyr. Whenever he would hesitate to offer another morsel, the mandyr would screech NOOO!, and proceed to make imitate, very realistically, the sound of a rumbling stomach.

Finally, the Salamandyr was finally full, and consented Casiloy to take him into his hands and examine him. “I'm going to name you Sparkle,” he said satisfied, lightly rubbing a finger down the brown's spine. Sparkle? The mandyr questioned, looking at Casiloy with his large eyes. “No, not me, I'm Casiloy. You're Sparkle.”

The mandyr regarded him. Casiloy.

“Yes, I'm Casiloy.” I'm Casiloy “Wait, no, You're-” Casiloy. Casiloy paused to take a breath, but it was to late. Casiloyisme Casiloymine. I Casiloy. CasiloyCasiloyCasiloyCasil- NOOOO The mandyr screeched as Casiloy attempted shut the irritating animal up by moving his fingers towards his mouth.

“If You're Casiloy, then what will people call me.”

Without missing a beat, the mandyr proclaimed. You Sparkle. Sparkle is Casiloy's. You Mine.

Casiloy groaned.