Fruit of Discord (Mandyr Hatching)

[Aftershock]

As Er'ani faced off against Dmitri, showing his willingness to fight for his right to stay in the hallway despite the harper's wishes, a shadow suddenly fell over him. His only warning before a palm slammed into the top of his skull and powerful fingers dug painfully into his head was a tiny fanatical mindvoice chanting, "Goddess grows angry, fear Goddess' wrath, bow before Goddess might!" Suddenly, the pain in his skull increased as he was bodily lifted off the ground by his head, his feet dangling a few inches off the floor.

"The man asked you to leave," growled Cainith, a very dangerous rumble to his voice as he suspended the albinorider by his skull with one meaty hand. "Now, you're getting all uppity, cub, and my new mindmate's clutchbrothers and sisters are around where you're starting your little fight. If any of them were to get crushed..." With that word, he squeezed the boy's skull a little tighter for emphasis, then continued, "...I'd snap you in half like a chicken bone. So, to avoid any such problems, I'm going to make sure you leave." Catching Dmitri's eye, he asked, "Would you like me to take care of disposing of this, or would you like the honors?" All the while, Rollhead continued to chant, "The Goddess show mercy to unbeliever! All shall observe and be thankful for presence of Goddess!", perched upon the top of Cainith's head, his long tail waving back and forth while his frill was extended aggressively.

[Ruby]

Caden might be big for a girl (and there really was no might about that), but she still looked like a pathetic little stick next to Cainith. She also looked somewhat more like a girl than usual, with a more feminine-cut shirt on under flightleathers (chosen by Mo'rya, and selected only when everything else was dirty), and her hair growing out a bit so she had to push it to one side. Maybe it was time to take X'rx up on that haircut. Regardless, even if her clothes made her look distinctly confused and androgynous, her knots left nothing to curiosity. Goldweyrling's knots were hard to miss, and were unambiguous about at least one thing: this was a girl that was about to tell enormous Cainith to leave off.

"Quit it," she said, saving herself from sounding like a stuck-up Queenrider only by virtue of the fact that she was clearly distinctly uncomfortable telling anyone to do anything quite so directly. Nitrath, however, was not, and the Gold did not approve of fighting. Tell them they are foolish, Caden, and that someone will get hurt. Do they wish the babies to come in to the world to violence and suffering? Has there not been enough of that, these days?[/i] "Er," was Caden's brilliant translation, but she took a step closer to the pack of fighting fools anyway, doing her best to look intimidating (which she was actually pretty good at, when she tried). "Er'ani, get out of here. Do you guys really want the babies to hatch into a world full of violence and suffering? Hasn't there been enough of that, these days?"

Cringe, she hadn't meant to say exactly what Nitrath had, or close enough anyway. Those that knew the Gold would understand where Caden's sudden eloquence came from, and knew that the tone Nitrath delivered it in was full of care and compassion, anything but chiding. Not so from Caden, who just sounded like a slightly confused parrot. Ah well, crisis averted. "Let him go," she snapped at Cainith and Dmitri, irritation evident. "And think next time, don't go punching people." Er'ani was included there, too; actually he got an especially scathing look before the Goldweyrling strode off towards the main hall, where she'd been heading originally. I don't like this Master and Commander shit, Nitrath. I know, my love. I am sorry for that, but you do know how I loathe violence... Oh, I know.

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Daniel had followed Grim in his initial attack, although he hadn't pulled his punches. All well and good for his small Blue brother to give a warning; Daniel did nothing by half-measures. It was lucky for Er'ani that the Brown's wings were so over-sized or he would have had some solidly bleeding furrows in his shoulder. But they were over sized, and instead of slicing in to flesh, Daniel had to be content with a couple of scratches. They weren't bleeding, but if the fool Weyrling didn't leave off they would be.

Serissa, ignoring the sudden flash of irritation and commitment from Daniel, crouched down next to R'vor, who seemed to be one of the few who thought it might be smart to actually get close to the clutch rather than blocking the entire hallway. "Well, you and Piwoth are welcome to call Ildyth brainless or something, he'll love that. He'll probably challenge Piwoth to a contest of who is more blue. Considering my lovely Ildyth barely counts as not white, that could be an interesting challenge..."

Considering that for a moment, Serissa had to chuckle, but then the eggs started hatching. Oh no, she was not about to be here for one of these again. "Cute?" she asked, looking at R'vor like he'd lost his mind. "The last salamandyr hatching I was at, one of them killed their sibling, and one hatched out with two heads. One wanted to eat the person she bonded to, but I guess she made a good choice, because she managed to pick a masochist. And have you met Shells yet?" The Bronze was still simpering over by Dementia, broadcasting widely about how lovely she was. "He might seem nice now, but that's only because he doesn't have a mate. Get him away from Dementia and that'll be a stream of 'sasshat' and 'fugly' and 'fatface'. He's creative, I suppose, but pretty much a nightmare. The poster-boy for the 'why you don't want a mandyr' campaign. Try for flits instead, they're much less evil." Straightening, she reached down to clap R'vor on the shoulder. "I'll catch you later, Salamandyrs aren't for me. Maybe at dinner?"

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For once, Shell's idiocy saved him. He assumed Dementia meant his head and hers, not the two-headed hatchling from her last clutch. ShellsMentia make many heads, oh so many heads. Yes yes, amy heads bessst, make so many words. Firegold-heads, Scarface-bronzeheads. More heads than... Nocturne, but he wasn't supposed to say anything bad about Nocturne, Meatbags. He stuck his tongue out and made a rude noise at The Devil (something he had no doubt picked up from Piden), stretching his spine so he stood even taller. Loud Shells is for Mentia! All know how she beauty is!

Piden, meanwhile, was preening (not that that was unusual). Still, he'd made Yoalla laugh, and for some reason that seemed like a triumph. He really needed to hang out with the Greenhandler more, but Ceryl had been... distracting him lately. Ceryl and every Wastelander that existed. "I was just thinking it might work quite nicely. I've heard rumors around of people doing chess-boxing and the like," Yes, it took forever for gossip to get to the Handlers sometimes, "And I was thinking, chess-boxing sounds terrible, what would be better? Chess-stripping. Strip-chess. I haven't worked out the details, but who knows, it could be the next big fad. One piece of clothing for each piece taken, or something." Pausing, he asked innocently, "So are you any good at chess?"

[Tashe]

(Hey Aftershock, generally in a thread with more than one person, we in turn or once after the thread leader and don't post again until the thread leader puts down another post. n__n Just so you know. <3)


Well wasn't she just a Flitter perch. Not that she minded, Ithanna loved animals of all species. She offered Daniel a tap on his nose as well then happily turned her attention back to the hatching. Although her attention was stolen from the Mandyrs when Dmitri pegged Er'ani in the jaw with an apple. Wincing, Ithanna shifted uncomfortably as she eyed the confrontation. This wasn't supposed to be about humans but about the hatching babies. Sometimes, the Greenrider thought that animals were smarter than Humans. People were so complicated that often, those complexities clashed and created stupid situations. When Grim left her shoulder Ithanna huffed, taking a step forward trying to catch the flitter. She missed him by a hairs breath. "Grim! Come back! Stop it!"

It wasn't until Cainith interceded that Ithanna stalked around the edges of the clutch over to the men arriving around the same time the Goldweyrling did. She waited for the other girl to stop talking to chime in her two marks between what the Weyrling said. Although dwarfed by the man's size, the Greenrider pushed at his arm. "Please put him down! This is all unnecessary violence! Like Caden said. You could have right just as easily restrained him!" After the Goldweyrling had said something about thinking before punching people, Ithanna turned to Dmitri. "He's being stupid, and Er'ani shouldn't have swung at you." She then turned back to Cainith. "Stop, please. This isn't the time or place for any of this." Though she held no special love for the Albinorider, Ithanna just honestly couldn't stand by quietly. "Everyone is just being big huge jerks! This should all be about the babies."

[Ivy]

The hallway exploded into activity around him and while he was distracted watching a particular young man make a fool of himself - he found himself the perch for a small Green. He hadn't even been paying attention to the clutch, when had they hatched anyway? And now he was being perched upon and petted by a crooning little gooey thing.

Mine. Meat. Goo. Run. Love.

Why did these sorts of things happen to him? Bad enough he was a Candidate here, now he had this thing on him.

Mine. Meat. Goo. Run. Love.

It repeated itself in that emotionless singsong tune mindvoice it had. Reaching up he plucked it off his ear and held it out in front of him. "I... don't want you."

Mine. Meat. Goo. Run. Love.

Apparently repetition was a thing for it - her, as he noticed it was a Green. Hm. Green salamandyr. He'd never had a pet, his father refused to get him a firelizard and they were very very uncommon at Lighttower.

Mine. Meat. Goo. Run. Love.

She... wasn't shutting up, was she? Blasted all, now he'd have to name her. Since it was apparent she wasn't going away. Crawling up his arm back to his shoulder she once more curled her long tail around his ear and hung there, petting his cheek and crooning.

Mine. Meat. Goo. Run. Love.

"Alright! Alright! I get it already. You're obviously hungry. And gross." He declared, bending over to grab some of the meat from one of the bowls that had been set out. Holding it up for her the delicate little Green nibbled on the meat happily - taking her time to eat instead of gobbling it up foolishly like her blue clutch-brother had done. A heavy sigh sounded from Tavis and he closed his eyes trying to think. More commotion and almost chaos exploded just a few feet away from him in the hall so he side stepped a few times further away from that lot. Last thing he needed was a punch to miss the prat who started everything and hit him instead somehow. Or for one of the firelizards or 'mandyrs to maul him on accident. He had enough on his plate now with this pain in his arse. Hm... That gave him an idea for a name... "Apima."

The Green trilled and flared her small frills out so they rubbed against his jawline as she continued to eat - apparently she was quite happy with his choice.

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While Ivy was somewhat interested in what the dimglows around her were doing, well one dimglow - the others didn't seem to be quite as stupid as he was - her main focus was on the clutch. Sure she glanced around, blushing ever so slightly when she saw Cainith. And sure she made sure she was far enough away from the group causing all the commotion to avoid being involved. But really she was here for the clutch, not for the entertainment being provided by the miscreants around her.

Blue eyes watched the little blue salamandyr hatching struggle for awhile to get out of his shell before he finally made it. She grinned and silently cheered the hatchling on, hoping it would come to her. Unfortunately it did not, instead it made its way to Cainith. Figures it'd go there first, after all he was the largest thing around. Focus went to the green, since she'd missed who she went to. At first she didn't see her anywhere but then noticed Tavis pluck her off his... ear? What a strange place for that little one to be.

Listening to the others - mainly Cainith and Tavis - she overheard the names they picked. Rollhead? Realllyyyy? Eyes rolled as she heard Cainith's choice for his new pet's name. Then Tavis said his aloud. Apima. Hm. That was different, though she kind of liked it as well.

The eggs seemed fairly still now - though wait did that one just move? Before she could better focus on it her attention was ripped away as Caden threw her two cents out there in regards to the fighting going on. Waiiiit, was Cainith holding that young man up by his head? Funny, the things you miss when you've got tunnel vision on something else. When the Goldweyrling walked off Ivy simply arched a brow at the men. She'd been about to say something to them but was interrupted when Eros arrived.

He hadn't shown up to help defend the three eggs left in the clutch. Of course not, what purpose would it serve him? No - he was here for an entirely different reason. Just what did his Ivyslave think she was doing? She knew it was time for him to eat, and since he had been unable to seduce a Bronze or Brown into killing him a decent meal he needed her to get food. It wasn't as if he was about to dirty up his claws and maw doing the killing himself. Heaven forbid. Long whip-like tail thrashed back and forth - much like a feline's does when its annoyed at something - and he landed on his slave's shoulder. Would she please stop this foolishness? What would she want one of those for? She had him. Or rather he had her. And he was perfect. She should be grateful he was letting her take care of him and be his.

[Requiem]

An orange-hued eye was framed by a tiny hole in the Chaplain Egg, unnoticed as of yet because the egg had not moved at all, that tiny piece of shell dropping to the ground at simply a sharp tap from a tiny claw. One must always survey one's situation, and all the commotion so near the eggs was disturbing, disturbing indeed! The small spot of orange quickly vanished when the Priest Egg knocked sharply into the Pope Egg and caused the shell of the latter to fissure. Suddenly the Priest egg exploded outwards in a crack-like whip of a tail, the top half sliding forward over the pure white salamandyr's head. It staggered blindly and upended right into one of the meat teacups. Suddenly an image of squirming, writhing maggots closing in around your eyesight and wriggling for your eyes flashed into every brain in the room. Help!

But open eyes, see world unseen. Know truly fight not 'gainst hide, not 'gainst ichor, not 'gainst pesitlence, 'gainst own preconceptions, 'gainst own predilictions. Such was the Chaplain Blue's oh so helpful commentary as he set about tapping a larger hole into his shell and lifted his somewhat plump bulk out to move in stately fashion for the teacup holding the hapless Priest White. He didn't even flinch when the egg shell was quite suddenly catapulted out of the teacup and clipped his shoulder. No, the Chaplain Blue merely continued forward and plunged his head directly in the teacup. He'd eat the Priest White free.

Said white was scrambling up and out of the teacup almost instantly, gracing his clutchbrother with the image of a white salamandyr bowing in gratitude and a garland wreathe circling the Chaplain Blue's head. Such a hero, no? The Priest White shook his limbs, then writhed about in a circle and disappeared Between in his effort to get rid of the disgusting meat juices, only to reappear on Serissa's head and rub his body all through her hair. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Meanwhile he commentated in picture form to both Serissa and R'vor (and no one else) the image of a blue gorging himself and his stomach growing obscenely huge until it exploded in a writhing mass of maggot meat. Glutton. Tch.

How many heads gi- The gold broke off her questioning to focus crimson-hued eyes on the idiot one, a low hiss starting in her throat. Could use no eyes, she commented slyly to Shells. Want crush babies. Real mate protect babies. Real mate not just chew ear. Take eyes. So perhaps she was using the commotion as an excuse to get rid of Shells. If he really could get one of Er'ani's eyes, though? That was definitely worth considering...

There was little reaction from Dmitri apart from lowering his shoulder slightly as Nocturne quickly made himself scarce, giving the blue a high point to jump from to continue his escape. No, the harper didn't move at all, merely planting his feet as Er'ani's lunge carried the weyrling into the wherhandler and the wild swing clipped the side of his head. Moving back or stepping aside to allow Er'ani to continue forward risked squished mandyrs and shattered eggs. Besides, no intelligent person attempts a lunge and a swing when there's already little more than a foot between you.

"Dementia's upset at you," Dmitri commented in a perfectly reasonable tone, ignoring his smarting ear. "If she gets much more upset she will command an entire salamandyr army to gnaw on you. Do you know how many salamandyrs are here? They'd strip your bones clean." His tone was almost cheerful. "So you can continue swinging blindly and unskillfully at me and get eaten alive while divebombed by firelizards, or you can shut down the idiot motor for a second and realize that you're endangering salamandyrs that may or may not have already Impressed, endangering their new mindmates too, and are attacking someone who seriously outranks you." Cue unpleasant smile...and a hand acting as a really unkind crane game. The bluehandler's sigh was almost audible. Really? Lifting him by the head?

Apparently the world at large agreed that this was a bit much, including the newly hatched Priest White who made his opinion clear by projecting an image of a head being compressed and suddenly exploding in a burst of red confetti, though not before showing a very surprised expression on Er'ani's face. This image made the Chaplain Blue squeak in fear and take off, heading for His with meat tucked in tightly to his chest with one hand. The Chaplain Blue ran up Ithanna's leg and lodged himself in the safety of her breastband, gnawing nervously on his meat. Violence not way, he told her and those in the vicinity earnestly from his hiding place. Lose head, might lose head in reality. Much grave. Protect head, Mine? he questioned of Ithanna, still trembling a little as he rubbed his head against her breast and smeared meat juices on it.

Dmitri looked nothing if not set upon by a confluence of imbeciles, particularly as one after the other came by to add in their opinions on how fighting 'was not good'. "Put him down, candidate," he muttered wearily. "Here. Have an apple and scram." Said apple was put in front of Er'ani's nose. "You're not mature enough for a salamandyr. Or likely a pet of any kind. They go 'squish' easy," he added, in a highly mocking tone, as if to say that the weyrling wouldn't comprehend it unless he put things in such terms. And who knew? That might just be so.

The Pope Egg, meanwhile, had sprouted green legs and was bumbling along between the teacups on a line for the wall.

[Requiem]

Chaplain Blue ‘Mandyr

A Discordian is required to, the first Friday after his illumination, Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Roman Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).

Name:
Impressed to: Ithanna
Hatched: December 3016
Color: Base: c3f9ff; Markings: 5ebbff

Appearance: Following in the manner of all his other siblings, there are no physical mutations or oddities embodied in this small ‘mandyr body. Granted, he is a touch plump, and will only become more so as he grows older, that’s less a defect and more a lifestyle habit. Upon his hatching his gut was just a bit more pronounced than usual. In fact, his slightly-larger-than-average size means he is by far the largest of his clutchsiblings (even if his wingspan doesn’t at all reflect that) and he will certainly be larger than his sire when he reaches his full growth.

Again, similar to his other siblings, the blue’s spots don’t form the normal pair of lines down his spine. Instead, they cluster in amorphous, amoeba-like clusters in random spots, so small and close together that they tend to seem like one large blotch at a distance. One such blotch swallows the lower portion of his right leg and his entire left frill. Due to his coloring, though, it seems much like a cloud pattern in the sky…only the ‘clouds’ are bright blue and the ‘sky’ is near-white. Wing and frill membranes are more of a silvery hue and easily catch the eye whenever they’re opened.

Personality: Smart. Almost ridiculously so, and he tends to speak in lofty, abstract language as a result. It must be said for him though that this putting on of airs is only slightly derived from a desire to make him appear better and smarter than everyone else. For the most part he simply does not know how else to communicate (and takes pride in his intelligence.) While he doesn’t hesitate to put forth his opinion, though, he backs off at the first sign of antagonism toward him and goes to hide behind the nearest object, not daring to speak again until there’s some hard evidence that his head won’t be eaten.

That is, indeed, the blue’s greatest fear. He’d really like to keep his head intact if it’s just the same to everyone else. As long as no one looks like they’re hungry for heads that day (i.e. says anything to contradict him that sounds like an argument or gives him scary glare-eyed expressions) he is eager to intervene to ‘help’ people or other salamandyrs with rather obscure ‘enlightened’ suggestions. When he tries to solve these problems of conflict between personages, he subconsciously flares frill, the spines undulating subtly almost as if he’s trying to hypnotize whoever he happens to be speaking to into a more sedate state. This is entirely a subconscious action, though.

Whenever he’s not involving himself in others’ problems (and often confusing the issue) this male can be seen gnawing on meat. Actually, he can often be seen gnawing on meat the entire time he’s offering you his elevated advice. The strange thing, however, is that as soon as he realizes he’s eating meat and others are watching him he takes off for the nearest dark enclosed space so he can continue his guilty nomming in private. It is not uncommon for him to break off mid-thought and suddenly scurry away without so much as a word of explanation. Even when chasing other salamandyrs, the male rarely finishes a Run unless they happen to pass near the place he stopped to take his snack break.

[Rei]

Er’ani was rather disappointed that his swing missed and he had pivoted to try again when Dmitri started speaking. Oh he didn’t much care what the harper had to say. Well apart from the part about being eaten alive while dive bombed by firelizards. As if in punctuation to that statement he felt Daniel’s claws scrape against his face, right after the darker blue flit had rushed him. Okay point taken. He really didn’t think beating in the handler’s face was worth being accosted and eaten alive by an army of mandyrs. Nor was eye removal one of his top ten things to want in life and Grim’s warning attempt had come extremely close to his eye. A halfhearted glare was given the handler and he had just opened his mouth to speak when he felt a large vise like grip on his head.

How had he not noticed the veritable giant in the hallway? With a noise that could only be described as a squeak, Er'ani's hands came up to grab onto Cainith’s wrist in an attempt to pull himself up a little and take some of the pressure off his head. Owww. “Okay I get it put me down.” He complained before Caden made and appearance, in an attempt to save him he supposed. He gave a the goldweyrling a grateful look before he felt his feet being lowered to the ground. Ah relief. A glare was shot both firelizards in the vicinity for what he assumed was their broadcast of his head exploding before he rubbed his temple to try and dispel the growing headache and gave an exasperated look to Ithanna. "Huge jerks huh?" Well he wasn’t the one being a huge jerk it was…. Cue apple being shoved in his face.

Dark eyes arrowed again upon Dmitri, mostly for his mocking tone, the urge to swing at the harper again growing. “I would like to see how easily you go squish.” He shot back in a copy of his mocking tone before batting at the apple to remove it from his face and glaring at the taller man. “Maybe you should try treating people as you know people. Might get you better results and not get your face bashed in. Or yeah continue to be an ass. If my face looked like yours I’d be trying to preserve what little aesthetic value it had left.” With that the albinorider shoved his hands into his pockets and turned on his heel to start back down the hallway. Who wanted a lame mandyr anyway? Honestly? Whomever said ignorance is bliss obviously was not bonded to you. Lketh replied with an undercurrent of exasperation before he trailed off and fell silent.


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Grim whistled in approval to Daniel as his brother’s strike hit home. Not as effective as gouging out the boy’s unworthy eyes would have been but it would do. The near black and white firelizard alighted upon Dmitri’s shoulder for the briefest of moments, his overlarge and dark wings still mantled as he chattered to the harper. Good job logical one. Now the remainder of the babies could hatch in peace. One eye focused on Er’ani to make sure the inferior one was leaving before Grim simply blinked between from Dmitri’s shoulder and reappeared above Ithanna’s.

Settling down upon it Grim crooned softly to the baby nestled between the woman’s breasts. Rejoice in birth little one. The world was not so terrible as all that. Head swiveling towards Serissa and the white upon her hair he chirped before his eyes rested on the final running? egg. Ah such a shame. These things went far too quickly. His should have been here to witness the joy of birth and new beginnings as well. Though he understood her reluctance and he supposed simply broadcasting it to her as he was counted for something. Much better in person though silly death dancer. Allowing his wings to drape around his thin form Grim tilted his head and chirped again to Daniel before settling in to watch the remainder of the hatching.

[Sebz]

"Surely they aren't that bad," R'vor said, shaking his head in mock dismay. "Though I will admit your flit seems like quite a good pet, perhaps I'll look into one." He grinned wider as she made to leave. "Yes, I'll catch up with you at dinner, no quick, hurry and get out of the line of fire!" Fate had it that during the exchange, a flurry of movements were made in the remaining three of the clutch, producing a blue and a white, something which R'vor hadn't seen before, only heard of. And the pair were making quite a show for the gathered to watch.

The blue rider blinked in confusion as the white salamadyr disapeared. He had thought that only flits and dragons could between, but apperantly he was mistaken. Strange. Poor Serissa, just as she was about to make her escape, the tiny white creature reapeared on her head, using her hair to whipe off the remaining egg goop that still lingered on it's body.

R'vor couldn't help but laugh, though not unkindly, at her predicimant. Woman usually didn't like their hair to become used as towels, especially woman who had been so close to getting away from the hatching all together. "I think he likes you," the bluerider chortled, examining the little salamandyr who had made Serissa's head a matted mess, becoming even further amused as the salamandyr commnicated quite clearly through images it projected exactly what it thought of it's brother and his gourging. Piwoth imediatly recognized the white's invading thoughts, and made his dissaproval quite clear. He did not want to share his, though the blue allowed that he was midly curious at the white salamandyrs form of communication. Images being planted in R'vors mind were less intrusive than words. Still annoying though.

R'vor grinned at the creature, and then his eyes swept down to look at Serissa. Would she forgive him if he made a joke about her prediciment. Best not risk it. "Guess it wouldn't be wanting this," R'vor said, pulling the meatroll out of his pocket, though holding it out hesitantly to Serissa. She could take it if she wanted and try to coax the mandyr off her head and into her hand. Really, R'vor suspected that she'd try anything to get the creature off.

[Ember]

Nocturne, ever aware of his surroundings even while attempting to chew a new hole in someone's ear, wasn't the least bit surprised about the apple or Dementia's pet beginning to guide the nuisance away. As things exploded into a fight around him, though, the blue released his toothy hold on the weyrling and jumped on over to Dementia's pet. Dmitri was probably the only other human the blue would ever think of touching semi-willingly.

He zipped down the wherhandler's back and used the man's heel to launch himself away from stepping feet and noisy humans. Could have gone back to his crevice and continue a higher lookout but he'd already been seen so the advantage was kind of lost. Instead the blue moved towards Dementia and in a move reminiscent of possessiveness, the blue placed himself close to the gold. Not touching, certainly, but closer than the bronze was. Between the gold and the bronze in fact. Nocturne would be loyal and would consider Dementia his until she proved otherwise.

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T'san blinked at the almost immediate and rather enthusiastic response of the bronzeweyrling. He didn't answer the boy, feeling distinctly awkward being anywhere near a clutch he didn't want to be around when there were such enthusiastic people. He did manage a weak chuckle when Mo'rya clarified that his own 'mandyr was cute, no doubt spurred by the rather loud bronze assaulting his brain at that moment.

The brownrider ended up sticking around for a bit, despite the growing desire to just turn and walk away. He blamed that entirely on Er'ani deciding to cause a ruckus. By jumping over the eggs. Who did that? He didn't blame the gold's owner for reacting so. Had anyone tried something stupid with Jingth and Dsoleth's eggs...well, T'san seeming inability to get truly angry might have been put to the test. He raised a brow curiously as Er'ani decided the best option was to start throwing punches around.

He might have jumped in to scold the boy or...er, something of that nature, but it was being handled by several other people already. T'san wondered idly if he should bring it up to M'ta at some point. Then again, the Weyrlingmaster was probably going to hear about it through the rumour mill eventually. He wanted to sigh at the people blaming the gold's owner, even in part. The fault was with Er'ani, in the brownrider's mind. You simply did not go messing with eggs. What the albinoweyrling had done was almost like pretending to punch a pregnant lady.

When things settled down the brownrider shook his head lightly and, his only conversation partner thoroughly distracted, began to drift backwards down the hall, away from the clutch. He could only hope his deparature before all were hatched and impressed didn't seem rude...not that he cared too much about others' opinions about him. With a last curious glance over things he turned to walk away. 'Mandyrs, cute? Maybe a little.

[Ivy]

Another heavy sigh sounded from Tavis before he decided he may as well get the green 'mandyr back to his room in the barracks. Wait - hadn't he been headed somewhere before he got caught up in this mess? Oh well, it didn't matter. The small injury he'd been going to the infirmary for had stopped bleeding and hurting by now anyway. The only thing that did hurt was his head. Between everyone and their brother being crowded in around the eggs and then half of them fighting, plus the multiple images he was getting flashed into his head along with Apima's endless random prattling and insistence that she indeed DID belong on his ear... Rubbing his temples he closed his eyes a moment. Opening them back up he turned on his heel and made a bee-line in the opposite direction. He'd already accidentally added a pet to his life, he wasn't about to risk another one deciding his other ear was a good place to be too.

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Indeed the egg had been moving, she noticed as she resumed staring at the remaining few. Then, more movement! An eye! Oh how exciting! Smiling she watched as a white salamandyr appeared from one of the eggs, and then a blue. The redheaded woman almost reeked of desperation at this point, biting her full bottom lip as she anxiously watched the two hatchlings. But alas, they chose their new bondeds - neither of which was her. The final egg had legs now and was wandering around, she noted as she watched it.

Eros nipped her ear lightly - had she already forgotten about him? It was time to eat! Not time to watch eggs and crazy people. The slender Blue decided his slave was useless to him at the moment - hopefully later she could prove her worthiness and he'd grace her with his presence once more. For now though... He eyed the bowls of meat, some of which had gone untouched. There was only one egg left, did it really need all of those bowls for itself? Hopping down off of Ivy's shoulder he glided down to the floor - keeping as much distance as possible between himself and the salamandyrs as he slowly crept closer to the nearest bowl. Reaching out he grabbed it with one taloned foot and began hopping backwards, dragging it along with him. Hm. See? He didn't need his slave for this! He would eat and then go find some ledge to sun on and let her think about how horrid she'd been to him. Hmph.

Already used to her firelizard's often dramatic antics - it was if he thought she was his slave or something - she ignored him. Instead her attention was split between the men to her right and the egg wandering off to her left. Still biting her bottom lip she decided she might as well do what she could in regards to the situation. Even if it was almost diffused by now. Slipping past a few others she found herself next to Cainith and she slid her arm around his free one and gave a gentle squeeze. The boy had been put down but Cainith for one still looked fairly annoyed, "So, tell me about your new salamandyr - what's it like? They talk right? Do they talk a lot? I've heard they're horrid creatures but they look so cute!"

Cue what she was best at. Distraction and flirting. Blue eyes batted lightly as she looked up at the much larger man, standing up on her tip toes to try and get a better look at his new pet.

[Aftershock]

After being berated by the Caden, Ithanna, and Dmitri in short order, Cainith dropped the squealing albinoweyrling. As the boy rubbed his pained head, and finally left after a few more choice words (though he was smart enough not to direct any of those words at Cainith), Cainith said, "I apologize for my somewhat... extreme reaction. I am unused to this whole Impression thing, and I believe my new mindmate's... exciteable attitude affected my mood somewhat." As he spoke, Rollhead continued to chant loudly to all nearby, "All shall observe and be thankful for presence of Goddess!" over and over with fanatical glee, his tail continuing to whip back and forth like the hands of an evangelist at his pulpit.

Watching the mouthy boy exit the hallway with a stern expression, he suddenly felt soft hands on his arm, and looked down to see Ivy clutching his arm and asking questions. "Shards, it's impossible to stay mad when she does that thing with her eyes," Cainith thought as she strained on her tiptoes to try to look at Rollhead as he perched in his hair. Of course, Cainith could not resist also stealing a glance down Ivy's generous décolletage, which was quite a view considering his much higher vantage and her position on his arm. His somewhat grim expression broke into his trademark grin as he looked down at the young woman, and he was about to answer her questions when tiny claws scrambled down his neck and shoudlers and suddenly Rollhead was gripping his bicep, his frill extended aggressively as he mind-shouted at Ivy, "No touch Goddess without offering!"

Brow raising a bit in surprise, Cainith took his now-free hand and plucked the tiny blue 'mandyr from his arm, placing it back on his head while saying, "Ivy is fine. You must calm yourself, Rollhead. And seriously, what's with this 'Goddess' thing?" A tiny smirk and another glance at Ivy's curvaceous form accompanied the word fine. The salamandyr's eyes went orange with confusion at the beratement, but soon it recovered and mind-thought, "Goddess not yet have proper servant. Goddess soon learn what Goddess want." It's eyes glowing green with certainty, it settled on it's Goddess' head, though it still kept it's gaze firmly locked on Ivy. Backing away from the confusion to give the rest of the hatching more room, Cainith looked at the last remaining egg running about on it's tiny green legs and boomed with laughter, indicating it to Ivy with a nod of his head and laughing, "Perhaps Eros will have a new friend soon?"

[Tashe]

"Eeeyaaak!" Leaping about a foot away from the oh-so-happy party they'd been forming, Ithanna's eye twitched as the Blue crawled into her breast band. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been covered in birth goo and meat juice. Lose head, might lose head in reality. Much grave. Protect head, Mine? "Aw crap." She had not wanted to impress a Salamandyr. She already had a whole Runnershodding plethora of pets to take care of and now she had yet another mouth to feed. Having an affinity with animals sometimes was a curse. You are angry? Be not angry. "I'm not angry." Geeze, she had to look like a dimglow talking down at her boobs like this. Good Mine. See our bonding in what is. It truth, it love, it good. "Laverna is not going to like this." Ithannalove! What do you be doing now? Why do there be another in your mind? She'd totally forgotten about Iwyrth. Bringing the palm of her hand to her face, the Greenrider told her Dragon what had happened. In the end, the pudgy female was utterly fascinated, she wanted to meet this talking lizard thing.

After straightening out the situation with her Green, Ithanna coaxed the Blue Mandyr out of her breast band and onto her shoulder. Wiping him off gently with the cuffs of her sleeves. "There ain't no fighting this." 'cause there no illusion. "I'll have to name you." A name can define. "So name you well huh?" I trust Mine. As she finished cleaning most of the goo off the Mandyr - and herself- the girl prodded the male's nose. "Enki." It my name? "Yes. Its short, unlike Laverna's, but it suits better." My approval is true, be not veiled half hearted emotion. "You certainly are more wordy than other Mandyrs I've met." I am smart. Much more aware of all than brother sister mines. Ithanna sighed. Not that I mind to much, she thought, but I always get strapped down with the smart ones. It sometimes made her feel ridiculously simple in comparison.

"Alright Enki... lets go. Better get this over with and go introduce you to Lavi..." She was dreading the reaction her Flitter was going to have. Will Mine feed more? Stomach growls in hunger pain. "You just had meat." Alas, not enough. "Fine, lets grab some more."

[Requiem]

Dementia watched the thieving firelizard with a venom that quite clearly indicated it should watch its back in future, but apparently the little male ego war underway directly in front of her and the walking egg was of more importance to her. The gold's gaze followed the Pope Egg until it smacked directly into the wall and the Pope Green flopped back on her back with a dazed cheep as the shell's fragments tinkled around her. Then Dementia spread her wings languidly, before folding them back against her flanks. Too late. See why Nocturne best? she addressed the bronze, even as she half-curled around her mate. Not touching him, but there was enough protectiveness in the posture to forestall any fight that might have broken out between the males.

No want leave, the Pope Green suddenly chimed, when in a flail of limbs she managed to right herself and begin an awkward, stumbling scurry along the wall. It wasn't immediately clear who she was heading for. Mine. Miiiiiiiine. Back, come come. She gathered to launch herself at T'san's boot, tripping over herself at the last minute and tumbling head over tail into his foot instead.

For Dmitri's part, he merely shrugged an acknowledgement to Cainith's apology, along with a muttered, "I don't really think human heads are meant to be-" The last was illustrated with a grabbing motion. "You probably rattled what little brains he has in there. Who knows. Maybe that will help," the harper finished drolly, biting into the apple Er'ani had waved off. His eyes were still focused in the direction the weyrling had gone. Something was certainly going through the wherhandler's head. What it was, though, was anyone's guess.

No. No. No. No. No! The Priest White saw what R'vor had just procured from his pocket and immediately flashed an image of the bluerider's pockets raining rotting meatrolls, then a giant (suspiciously Cainith-like-hand) picking him up and throwing him in the nearest body of water. Unclean! Unclean! No mindmate of his was going to touch meat again! Apologize now!

A kaleidoscope of bright colors started flashing through R'vor's head at a migraine-inducing pace as the Priest White Betweened off Serissa's head and onto the nose of His. Drop it now!

[Requiem]

Priest White ‘Mandyr

A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.

Name:
Impressed to: R’vor
Hatched: December 3016
Color: Base: FFFFFF; Markings: FFCC66

Appearance: White salamandyrs are small to start with, but his (he is actually gender neutral but it’s best not to remind him of such) body will never be longer than the length of the first two knuckles of a man’s middle finger. He is also even thinner than might be expected of a ‘mandyr of such diminutive size. His tail is longer, too, managing to be two and a half times longer than his body. Easily long enough to wrap around a wrist. Eyes appear to be slanted, his wings thin and well-large enough to glide and even fly for very short distances if weather conditions are perfect.

There is absolutely no doubt that he is white. Pure, snow white is his hide, and rather than the spots that most of the chromatic colors sport, instead fine filigree-thin lines of a golden hue twine along the length of his body in random winding patterns, making him shimmer in any sort of light even when holding still. Wings and frill are transparent but for a single red blotch on the left side of his frill that vaguely resembles a heart. (An actual heart, not a pansy stylized one.)

Personality: If this white is mute, he certainly isn’t silent. He has an opinion on just about everything. His will be graced with constant (pictoral) criticism of everything people are doing and saying around the two. In fact, he blatantly mocks them all to His while presenting the image of a sweet, demure little white to everyone else if he bothers to speak to them through images at all. This salamandyr also happens to be very good at communicating what he thinks in exaggerated caricature. Yes, his images can be quite amusing, but it’s best not to laugh; if you insult him he will bombard you with a kaleidoscope of vibrant mind-splitting colors flashed at migraine-inducing speed until you apologize properly.

In terms of behavior, this white is a pretty active little guy. He doesn’t often spend more than a couple of minutes at a time apart from His, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t get around. From the moment of his hatching he has been expert at Betweening and only becomes more so as time goes on. Anyone he deems particularly idiotic or hypocritical or merely interesting he is likely to check up on several times a day so he can report his findings back to His, emerging from Between to silently curl around R’vor’s wrist. Naturally he is sexless and does not Chase, but he does like to chase female (and homosexual male) salamandyrs just so he can snub them when they choose him and disappear Between to laugh at the idiots with His as audience.

R’vor is for the most part exempt from his salamandyr’s derision and criticisms. All but for one aspect: meat. The white salamandyr absolutely abhors meat (and anyone who eats meat by extension) with a passion. Absolutely no meat ever for him or His. Should the man forget, he will be reminded forcefully by the white, and should he ignore his pet, the salamandyr will both shun his person and refuse to stop showing images of shriveled male parts day and night until R’vor both purges himself and apologizes profusely. That meat simply is unclean.

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Pope Green ‘Mandyr

A Discordian is Prohibited from Believing What he reads.

Name:
Impressed to: T’san
Hatched: December 3016
Color: Base: 1cce10; Markings: 000000

Appearance: As with her clutchsiblings, the green is well-formed and devoid of any noticeable mutations beyond the normal variance of body composition in salamandyrs. Actually, for her part, she is much like her brother the Disciple Blue in that her size and shape are a perfect example of average for her color. It is her coloring that diverges from the norm. This green does not have any spots whatsoever, a most unusual thing for a chromatic salamandyr.

No, in point of fact it seems much like her creator got tired of arranging for all the interesting markings and color designs and decided that a green salamandyr should just be a green salamandyr. She is solid green, at least at first glance. Her underbelly, however, has been layered with black, in some patches darker than others so that it almost looks like stripes of deep forest green and pure black. Membranes of wings and frill are black, and so, curiously, are her eyeridges, seeming like she’s had eyebrows painted on above her eyes.

Personality: Perverse. If one word was needed to describe this girl, perverse is most certainly the word. She does precisely the opposite of what Hers wishes her to. Oh, there have been disobedient, willful salamandyrs before, but none who derives so much pleasure from simply doing exactly what isn’t wanted or expected of her. And not just with Hers, either. Of course, with others she doesn’t always have the benefit of knowing just what they’re thinking or feeling, so it’s somewhat imperfect, but you can be certain she’ll do the exact opposite of what she’s told.

The irony is that this isn’t so much a rebellious streak as a firm belief that everyone always lies. Not just once in awhile, but all the time. The deceit in the world is rife everywhere and she is the only one who sees the Truth. Thus she must impart said Truth to the world at large – which in her mind is defined as the opposite of what all the deceivers and the deceived are saying – though unfortunately she has somewhat limited speech. This frustrates her when she can’t get her point across and causes her to go sulk in her bonded’s hair until something distracts her from it.

Strangely enough, she’s a quite sweet girl and generally undemanding apart from that one weird idiosyncrasy. She tries to help out other salamandyrs and people when she sees a need and can often be noted bearing gifts and food to other creatures (though not without proclaiming her own brand of Truth, naturally). As part of her general perversity, however, the green sticks to Chasing and doesn’t Run herself, though she doesn’t seem to quite understand the concept of the ‘Chase’; she’s not actually seeking a mate, you see. The green’s merely concerned that the Running ‘mandyr is in trouble, and does not understand why they might get annoyed at her after she catches them.

[Sebz]

R'vor froze as he was bombarded with the image of himself being engulfed in a sea of rotting meat, only to be plucked out of the filth and be foreabbly sumerged into a deep body of water. The faded quickly as colors began flashing through his mind, sending the bluerider reeling backwards, landing on his butt. Piwoth growled in irritation as the mental anquish caused by the onslaught of colors rebounded across the mental link.

All to soon R'vor found himself going cross eyed as a the little white salamandyr apeared from between and onto it's nose, digging it's claws in to balance. The white looked at R'vor with anguish. Why wouldn't his mindmate drop the retched meat? Unclean! R'vor must be purged! The white sent a mental image of R'vor hand dropping the filthy meat into a pit of fire, all the while R'vor shrunk down to the Whites size. The Salamandyr dragged R'vor by his shirt over to the flames and forced him to stare into it. From the burning meat, dark shadows were emerging. Bad shadows. They screamed in anger. Would he see now? The meat was evil! It must not be touched! Apologize for handling the filth. Now!

R'vor found himself doing just that, all but hurling the meat as far away as was humanly possible. He was rewarded with and image of himself sitting on a throne, where all those around him bowed to him. R'vor had seen the light! He would tower over the horrible carnivors, enslaving the meat lovers. Because R'vor had chosen to do the right thing, stay away from the unclean meat.

Fuck. That about summed up the dragon's feelings on the expantion of his and his riders duo into a trio. And one that hated meat. What?
Can't you feel it. The tiny nucience is in your mind now. I can feel it. Fuck youand your love of tiny creatures. I hope you realize that I will not allow this salamandyr to come between us. It will take none of your time. You are mine, not his. R'vor was used to the verbal abuse that Piwoth dished out when he felt threatened. But threatened by this little thing? The White however, was very discontent. The dragon, the meat loving dragon was trying to steal his? R'vor got a flash of the dragon getting trampled by the wherry's it was trying to catch. Yes, a hoard of meat would kill the beast. But of course, R'vor felt Piwoth's annoyance soften slightly as the unamed 'mandyr sent a conflicintg mental picture to the blue, containing the white giving R'vor to the dragon, and backing away head down and eyes wide with innocence. He was not a threat. He was bellow the dragon, the dragon need not worry.

R'vor was getting a headache, quickly. "What to name you?" he muttered, deciding to ignore both his mindmate's bid for his attention for the time being. R'vor flashed a grin to Serissa as he held a hand out to his nose, and the white salamandyr settled in his palm, tail wrapped around his wrist possesivly. "How about... Pisera?" A combination of of Serisa and Piwoth, the only other two people beside the salamandyr to have R'vor's attention.

No! The white frilled in annoyance. He was a he. Not a she, stupid R'vor. He projected an image of himself rearing up in the air, with the corrosponding male genitalia that he now possessed. R'vor cringed. Bad mental image. "Pisero, sorry, sorry!" The imaged abated and the white quieted down, frills retracting. Pis for short. Do you think I could drown it in my Piss? Do you want me to try?

Well, this was the beginning of quite the ahppy trio. The white picked up on R'vor's thots. Duo, a duo. The meat eating Piwoth would not be a part of this relationship. R'vor groaned as he was asaulted with the image of his dragon, his stomach full of rotting meat, exploding into the air and maggots emerging to eat the remains. Boom dragon! Happy times!