When Atlas Shrugs (Mandyr Hatching)

[Requiem]

The Storm Brown had just realized that there was an exceedingly lovely salamandyr in the Love Green and was just about to gift her with another one of the shell shards lying about, and the Vengeance Green was looking about ready to shove another egg into another clutchsister, when water sloshed inside and Shells started screaming. There was a chorus of similar unintelligible screams as their nest suddenly slid and Dementia lunged forward, managing to drape her body over the Divination Egg and wrapping her tail around the Wilderness Egg. She also made an unsuccessful grab for the Hearth Egg, but to no avail...Salamandyrs and eggs tumbled down the side of the rock in a slew of colorful panties and water, the Storm Brown barely escaping an untimely squishing. He skittered over the rocks at full speed away from the human and twisted about to snarl, Smite with wrath! SMITE! The Vengeance Green had landed on Er'ani's stomach, fortunately, and was safe for the moment, and the Love Green who at first glance seemed to have been crushed could now clearly be seen swimming through the channel the waterfall created.

Though Dementia had managed to save two of the five unhatched eggs, the other three shattered against the rocks, the 'mandyrs inside too disoriented or hurt in some cases to react. Then Er'ani's weight settled on them. Of the three, only one was lucky and quick enough to escape the crushing weight. The Cunning Blue zipped about a touch unsteadily on wings that best resembled that of a dragonfly before smacking into Dmitri and clinging there, even as two little voices were silenced. Dementia's creel terminated in a hiss of pain and anger, the gold tightening around her two remaining eggs, one of which was already moving. Murderer, she hissed, grief adding an edge to the accusation that it wouldn't otherwise have had. Color was quickly bleaching from her hide. Tremulously, she added, Kill murderer. She noticed Nocturne, and even if she didn't say anything to him, she extended her tail to twine it with that of the mate with whom she had this odd distant relationship, seeking his comfort if nothing else.

The Storm Brown, who was not so very stupid that he thought he could take on a giant that had just killed two of his clutchsiblings, decided it was time to find himself a champion. Whirling, he skittered off over the ground, darting this way and that and changing directions seemingly randomly as he sought out the ri- There! He zipped straight up Vivano's front (the man was going to find out just what was going on the hard way) and perched smack dab on his nose. Clearly the best way to claim a mindmate and grab his attention. Avenge! he declared. But then something caught his eye. Shiny! And with that the brown plunged right down Vivano's shirt and latched onto his nipple. A yummy. Who knew mindmates came with yummies...if only it wasn't quite so chewy. He bit it harder. (Apparently the gold was to be ignored for the moment in favor of food.)

As the Love Green climbed out of the stream far from the danger of the milling humans and lapped the water from her hide while looking around, a bit disoriented, Dmitri found himself silent. The man had gone white and was trembling, his hands curled into fists as Dementia's rage and grief washed over him in waves. It was really all he could do to prevent himself from kicking Er'ani in the head. Again. And again. Until the boy's face was a bloody lifeless mess. Mostly Dementia, but not entirely. Fortunately Dmitri himself was not so violent or homicidal normally and he was barely able to contain it, Eikane's hand on his shoulder further staying the violent impulse. "Get. The fuck. Out." The words to the boy were soft, on the tail end of Eikane's, the emotion behind them causing Dmitri's voice to shake. "Or I will kill you." And there was nothing whatsover in the tone of his voice that suggested it to be an idle threat.

That was when a tiny little voice interjected. My charge shall leave immediately, she informed the servant of the clutchmother, who of course was respected even if she was not in the same position of power as the Vengeance Green. Won't you, Mine? Yes, she had claimed Er'ani as Hers, seeing within him great potential as her minister of justice. Had he not just disrupted the atrocity that was taking place, when her Storm Brown was throwing himself at another? So there was a little collateral damage...the Cunning Blue had escaped it. Survival of the fittest. Dmitri blinked dully at the ridiculous green who apparently wanted the man who had nearly just killed her for a mindmate, then turned from the boy as Dmisk stepped forward in silent menace. If Er'ani didn't get moving, he'd be removed. The blue's body language said it all.

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Way up on the cliff, a F'ur was just about back up on his perch (he'd finally found a good hold and he was quite fit despite being well into his middle-aged turns) when a shadow fell over him. Now, PTSD might be a bit strong of a term for it, but there's no denying that a dragon suddenly snatching the bluerider brought back terrible and terrifying memories of being nearly eaten by another dragon, the man going stiff in a wave of flashbacks before he hit the hard stone forcefully. For a moment all the phantom pains were back in a burst of disorientation that had him writhing before his wine clouded mind realized he was neither bleeding nor burning nor had any broken or dislocated limbs that he could tell. M'gnum's voice boomed over him.

Blinking blearily up at the bronzerider, F'ur shook his head. "Meanie. I remember you." At which point the bluerider, being quite thoroughly intoxicated, grasped hold of the man's legs and used them to help him stand up. "I'm..." Darya's voice. He turned his head to blink at her. "Yes. That one. F'ur like she says." He waved at Darya. "Planting trees. The dragons don't like it." Then, fishing a tree-nut out of his pocket and still clinging to M'gnum rather closer than anyone but a lover might, he pressed it to the man's lips. "Swallow, but don't chew. Chewing is bad." If he'd noticed Sel'n, he was ignoring him, perhaps under the shaky logic that if he didn't acknowledge the man who was supposed to be keeping track of him Sel'n wouldn't actually be there.

It was at that precise moment (and possibly what would end up saving F'ur from being decked by a bronzer who didn't like his space being invaded) that a certain salamandyr found her lifelong love. Moon and Stars, Mine. Love a soul sustains, but not so a body. Food? Continuing up M'gnum's back, the Love Green nuzzled against the back of his neck and licked his shoulder lightly, sending him wave after wave of contented love.

Dodekatheon Clutch

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth
Come they in shape of demons, gods or elves,
Are allegories with deep hearts of truth
That tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.

Storm Egg :: Hatched :: Brown :: Impressed to Vivano
Vengeance Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Er'ani
Catastrophe Egg :: Smashed
Fertility Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to C'oar
Wisdom Egg :: Hatched :: Green Olive :: Impressed to Draym
Hearth Egg :: Smashed
Divination Egg :: Rocking
Wilderness Egg :: Rocking
War Egg :: Hatched :: Brown :: Impressed to M'kai
Love Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to M'gnum
Industry Egg :: Hatched :: Blue Crowley :: Impressed to Leilani
Cunning Egg :: Clinging to Dmitri, dazed :: Blue

[Requiem]

Storm Brown
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Vivano
Color Codes: 855e42-Primary ; 733f00-Stripes

“It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.”

Appearance: He’s a bit of a queer- looking fellow, to be sure. Perhaps it’s the way he moves, or maybe it’s just his physiognomy, but it’s hard to really tell what shape this guy takes. He’s got just enough of a layer of fat over admittedly strong muscle to make this rather difficult, though truly it might be his propensity to suddenly change direction or go from a standstill to a near sprint without warning that confuses the issue most. He simply can’t be built like a normal salamandyr. They simply don’t move like that. Nor do they fly, though he can, if a bit erratically. While his movements are certainly interesting to watch, his coloring isn’t nearly so attention-grabbing. His hide is simply a dull gray with three stripes of brown running straight down his back from the base of his skull.

Personality: Tempestuous. Unpredictable. These two words are probably about all you need to describe him. He essentially has the ‘mandyr version of ADHD, and will even leave off what he’s saying mid-phrase to go off on a different tangent. On top of that, he tends to respond emotionally – and not necessarily with the appropriate emotion, either – to any given situation. This also holds true for situations involving His. For instance, if His should be seated in the dining hall and someone was to bypass him to go sit at another table, it would not be strange for the brown to leap onto the passing person and berate them for their cruelty. Inanimate objects, also, have the ability to seriously offend this fiery little male.

He’s also quite the ladies’ man. He is clearly the best male specimen out there (and everyone around him is like to hear about it, especially if they happen to be female). This brown is given to bringing gifts of dubious value, such as a piece of string or a button, to lay at the feet of his newest lady love. He will challenge any male in the vicinity for the right to her. Note the use of ‘female’ and ‘male.’ This transcends all species, to include salamandyrs, firelizards, whers and dragons, as well as humans, razorclaws, felines and even fish. If he can be reasonably sure it’s female he’ll flirt with it, and if it Runs, Flies or goes into heat, he’ll be the first on the scene to make her his.

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Vengeance Green
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Er’ani
Color Codes: CFDBC5-Primary ; e0eee0-Secondary ; eedc82-Membranes

"Just because my eyes do not shed tears, does not mean my heart does not cry. Just because I am coming out strong does not mean there is nothing wrong. Often, I choose to pretend I am happy so that I do not have to explain myself to people who would never understand.”

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Appearance: A soft, pale green, she is long for her color but very, very thin. All of her limbs, too, are on the long side. She tends to spend most of her time curled up in various stately poses to showcase her form to its best advantage, since in motion she tends to look simply thin and bony. She takes after her dam when it comes to her wings, which are overlarge as well as long and they can be draped neatly over most of her body like a sort of cloak. Membranes of these and her frill are a delicate, soft gold, and there’s a faint pattern of white tracing in fine filigree all along her hide which makes it look like its alive in most lighting, flowing over her body.

Personality: If ever there was a proper lady, this green personifies it. Or at least she seems to be very much concerned with her dignity and tries her very best to speak with perfect grammar and word choice as if she were royalty. You will never see her making a mess or moving quickly or conversing with flits or lesser ‘mandyrs as this is clearly all well beneath her dignity. In fact, despite this decidedly trumped up view of herself, this ‘queen’ would seem altogether a boring sort of creature. Never acting up or doing anything strange.

That said, she has her own deep, dark secrets (that likely will end up being not so secret the way other salamandyrs talk). You see, the Vengeance Green knew that the Storm Brown was her lifemate from the moment the pair Hatched, and spends the majority of her time scheming, arranging and doing terrible things to those females who receive his attentions. Some of these she shares privately with Hers when her anger has been particularly aroused, which is whenever her male mates with another. Ironically, she won’t have a male other than the Storm Brown in her own Runs, though she’ll take a green if he doesn’t show. (Apparently it’s not cheating if it’s not a male. No one ever said ‘mandyr logic made sense.)

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Love Green
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: M’gnum
Color Codes: 5b9c64-Primary ; cdad00-Bursts

“'Tis thine the world with harmony to join, for all things spring from thee, O power divine . . . all productions yield alike to thee: whatever the heavens, encircling all, contain, earth fruit-producing, and the stormy main, thy sway confesses, and obeys thy nod."

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Appearance: Such a perfectly formed creature as this Selenitas has not yet seen. Her form is slender enough, not to mention she takes after her dam in that she is small even for her color, that anyone would call her delicate. In actuality, however, this green has a lithe musculature that allows her to move at startling speeds as well as maneuver effortlessly on land or in water. She can glide short distances but rarely does, as this does not show her in the best light. In the waters, though, her natural emerald hide gleams still more magnificently. The jewel sheen reflects any sort of light brilliantly and she almost always seems to be in her pre-Run glow as a result. Delicately slanted eyes are limned in black like her own personal eyeliner, black wrapping her feet below the knee and the last third of her tail as well. Tiny golden sunbursts run down unevenly on either side of her spine and when she is about to Run she glows like a miniature sun.

Personality: Quite simply put, she is much like an inherently sweet but spoiled little girl who has never been denied a thing in her short life. (And rest assured, her short memory will ensure that this never changes, as she will forget any who cross her within a day or two of the incident.) Any creature who knows her, however, will most likely find her singularly confusing. She is unerringly sweet until insulted or some creature doesn’t do as she desires. Then her mood will turn on a dime and her displeasure will emerge in the form of convincing others of her devoted followers to defend her ‘honor’ and punish the offender, regardless of the species. Considering she can’t seem to abide violence or cruelty in any fashion (apart from that which she directs herself) the contradiction will no doubt leave many puzzled, particularly when you’ve taken up her cause and she forgets the next day that she ever enlisted you and scolds you for being so mean.

Similarly, this green mates for love and love alone. You’d think this would mean that she’d keep the same mate but…well, the truth of the matter is she forgets who her mate was shortly after the Run is over. But don’t dare try to tell her that her current love interest isn’t her ‘soul mate’. She most likely won’t talk to you ever again. (Or at least until she forgets that you said it at all.) Pity on the poor male who falls for this one and believes her talk of lifemates and everlasting devotion. She also tends to be pretty eloquent for a salamandyr, and if her grammar isn’t quite correct you could almost call it ‘poetic license.’ Certainly, she tends to speak in metaphor as often as not.

[InsaneWhitey28]

It was her payment, her demand, her retribution for being compared to a firelizard. Whether late or on time, she would receive her vengeance. Though really, she didn't know if it was vengeance but the thought of being close to little hatching 'madyrs seemed to scare Hers enough that it was vengeance. Probably because last time Hers was, she got Cotton. And how was that a bad thing? Really?

Gliding in front of Rosanna's face, the tiny green salamandyr gave a chirp of approval as Hers followed, Dementia's hatching had begun and Hers had been stubborn in trying to stay away, but really, Hers couldn't resist the silent mental, yet polite, shoves to take her to the hatching. To go see the babies being born. It was her consoling act, after being compared to an ugly. That had been utterly rude of Hers and the green had refused to talk to the teen for a sevenday, and then she got tired of being blown around by the winds. Cotton landed daintily on Rosanna's shoulder folding her wings against her back as she curled her tail around the teen's neck lovingly. See? This wasn't so bad?

Rosanna rolled her eyes, coming upon the crowd surrounding the tiny waterfall. She had made sure to resist Cotton's commands until she was certain most of the hatchlings had probably already Impressed, lowering her chances to get the Candidatemaster even more angry at her that she got herself yet another forbidden salamandyr. Sighing to herself, the young woman stopped as she felt the atmosphere change in the crowd and the sudden hiss from Cotton. Apparently... she had arrived right when the drama started. That said...

Getting only vague impressions of eggs falling off the ledge, and then Er'ani...sitting? on them subsequently killing the salamandyrs inside, Rosanna felt Cotton's anger transfer to her, feeling the need to lunge and claw at the man, to destroy him, and she felt herself leaping hands outstretched forward and.... ohmafaranthFACE.

A loud crack was heard as the mahogany haired young woman literally face planted on the ground, though let me tell you; that is a seriously amazing way to clear your mind of salamandyr emotions.

Cotton hissed as she glided over to perch above the nest, eyes whirling red, tail lashing and the very picture of a salamandyr trying to control her rage. And failing. She wouldn't attack him herself, oh no. But Hers attempt epically failed and Cotton... Cotton was disappointed.

Rosanna groaned as she lifted her head, rubbing it, wincing as she found the sore spot and growing bump on her forehead, and feeling the warmth of blood rushing out of her nose. Awesome.

"Note to self..." she muttered(except it had that weird, nose blood accent sound), "Don't try to leap and attack a man half-way across the room...." She really was starting to hate 'mandrys.

[Lotty]

Wonderful, and in the most sincere way possible. There was something... oddly reassuring about having someone with him when daring to cross open space to meet another, doubly so when their arms were crossed and linked together with his own. His shoulders perked up then slightly, as he looked over at Tenlie and led her off towards M'gnum. For a moment he swore the other bronze rider had to have seen the wave, and began to approach, "Oh, y-yes. W-we are quite the old-tmers now yes? We can compare battle scars?" Though he sincerely doubted that she would want to. Girls were quite self-conscious about such things he had gathered, and in all honesty maybe it was a subject best left alone. He wouldn't expect someone who did a great deal of work in a forge to be too bothered by gash or two, but one really could never know, and he turned again to find another point of conversation.

As soon as the young woman began to utter his secret nickname, the rider tensed a bit and turned his face in close to whisper conspiratorially to her, "D-don Quixote... do try and not repeat it. He doesn't know I call him that, nor do... nor do I think he would appreciate it. It's.. kind of bad of me... I'll explain later," because they were getting ever close and all, "But..no. W-we don't really even talk all that much," Mi'rah made it a point to avoid other bronzeriders as a general rule anyway. They made him fell oh-so lacking in ego and self confidence that he tended to walk away from any encounter feeling like he had some how lost. It was something of a wonder that he got on so well with S'rei, but then that man was one of the few who bothered to acknowledge his intelligence, and that always went a long way.

Only a a handful of awkward, gimpy, paces away from their destination and Mi'rah was forced to stop. Apparently at some point in his secret words with the giddy girl on his arm the other wingleader was attacked by a F'ur projected acorn. Not that Mi'rah had any knowledge of this. He only looked up in time to see the man walk away in the wake of some rather uncouth swearing which he himself would never speak (except he does, everyday). Momentarily offended, the rider was quick to jump to conclusions, mentally calling out to his dragon, What is it that you said! Clearly Kierjaarth was capable of much more than he had initially given him credit for. The bronze replied with a surprisingly sincere wave of affection before reassuring him in his own way, Nothing! Yet... The dumb ingrate has the gall to ditch our conversation.... It rankles my hide as you know Rahmine. With a sigh and an apologetic tone he turned to Tenlie once more, "W-we've been uhm dissed as they say... Nevermind that though...." he turned his head to the growing commotion around the hatching and caught sight of a familiar face at the epicenter, "However we can watch one of my w-wingriders get pummeled by some wherhandlers."

Of course Mi'rah would probably question Er'ani after drills tomorrow, if only to try and understand the logic that dictated how being such a little shit was productive. Maybe the best punishment of them all would be to send the albinorider to a week's worth of long lectures from the resident mindhealer, because that boy just wasn't right.

Kierjaarth usually would give his own input into this thought, but he was busy trying not to glower at Higginth. What was this? The olive bronze's way of trying to show off? The elder of the dragons was incredibly unimpressed, as evidenced by the care he had taken to start filing his nails against the rock ledge, occasionally pausing to admire his own work, even when the other half returned to continue the conversation... apparently needing a question re-asked because he had too many knots in his head knobs to hear the first time. With a large yawn the dragon said it again, Oh... it wasn't a question I was asking you. I was imploring you to just /listen/. The bronze shot a glance down at the weyrbowl to notice a flurry of tiny specks - clearly mandrys - bouncing out to the edges of the collective, But I'm afraid it might be too late. Should have taken the time to rescue yours instead of playing with Inocenth's. Hope you - or rather yours - enjoys the occasional... run...

If a dragon could smile, then Kierjaarth was doing so very deviously, This does lead me to ask my..... bronze brother.... he personally did not enjoy the term, but if that was the language the other dragon insisted on using then he'd give it back to him, Are you hearing quite ok? You look around when I speak with you...

[Aftershock]

M'gnum scowled a bit as the drunken bluerider crawled his way up M'gnum's body and attempted to shove a tree-nut into his mouth. Grabbing the smaller man's wrist to pull his hand away from M'gnum's mouth, he used his other hand to push the man away from him, not caring if the lush could support himself or not at this point... he just wanted to get him out of his personal space. After backing up a few steps, waving the strong smell of alcohol from his face due to F'ur's very close speaking, he raised an eyebrow as Sel'n showed up and cleared his throat, followed soon after by Darya arriving and announcing the mystery man's name, which he verified.

"F'ur? 'Mad Dog' F'ur? That's really you?" M'gnum asked, narrowing his eyes and looking the drunken man before him over. "I heard you were lost during the Wasteland takeover. Seeing as Darya and Sel'n don't seem surprised by your presence, apparently word travels slowly around the Weyr... to me, at least," he added, a wry expression on his face. Knowing who he was talking to, now, M'gnum went to help the older bluerider up (if he had fallen when detatched from M'gnum's body), attempting to foil any gropes or overtly friendly gestures from the man, and said, "I never knew you to drink. What happened to you in order to drive you to such a state?"

Before he could get a reply, suddenly he felt a tiny presence land on his shoulder, and a new presence butted it's way into his mind beside Higginth's, though it didn't have nearly the grip on his mind that his bronze did. He stumbled a bit as the Impression took hold, and the waves of affection washed over his mind, soothing the pain in his nose and distracting him for a moment. Reaching over, he carefully grabbed the tiny salamandyr between his fingers, and brought it up to his face to look at it, saying, "Oh, dear. It seems one of them decided I was a good match." "You are Mine, love, as I am Yours. We shall always be together as the stream is always by it's shore. I still hunger, however, Minelove. Do you have food for my belly, empty as the skies at twilight?" said the little green 'mandyr, clinging to M'gnum's thumb with it's petite little claws as it stared into Her's eyes.

Still a bit shellshocked at this unexpected turn of events, first finding F'ur alive, and then Impressing right after, he turned his gaze across Darya, then F'ur, then finally settled on Sel'n. "Well, it seems you needed something from F'ur? Or from me?" Gesturing with his new mindmate on his thumb, he said, "Does anyone have any meat on them? Seems this little lady is hungry... in fact, I should probably name her..." Thinking for a moment, he finally said, "How about Shekinah?" The green trilled quietly, and responded to M'gnum, It is prefect, Minelove. Good names flow from you like falls sky from the rain." Smiling despite himself due to the pulses of affection from Shekinah, M'gnum suddenly remembered something, and turned to look for Mi'rah, waving him over to the group if he spotted him.

Higginth, up on his weyrledge, responded to Kierjaarth with, "Pfft, mine can take care of himself, I'm sure. He will certainly call me if he needs me." Then, he felt an odd presence butting in on his bond with M'gnum, and his eyes glowed orange in confusion for a moment. He heard echoes of the conversation between His and this new presence, and his lips curled into a bit of a scowl as he realized he would be sharing His with this strange little female creature... though luckily it wasn't able to get much of a foothold on His' mind. Glancing back up at Kierjaarth, he sent, "I do not babysit Mine, he can make his own mistakes, and deal with them... but I will not let his mistakes embarrass me in front of a gold, I promise you that." Rumbling a bit in his throat, he resettled his head lazily on his front paws and added, "As for my hearing, it would have nothing to do with our communications. But my knobs are fine. If you're referring to earlier, I was simply searching for this 'Rocinante' you keep speaking to, though I see or detect no such presence around us. Are you sure you're quite all right, Kierjaarth? Perhaps you're seeing phantom presences due to signals from the mind of Yours?"

[neeuqtar]

The person collapsed on the eggs, killing some. S'vil felt sick to his stomach as he slowly stepped out of his stance, Dementia's cry of "murderer" ringing through his mind. Adaityth stopped him with the quiet force of her heart before he obeyed the gold salamandyr, his hands already curled into claws and his lip curled back into a snarl. He trembled, standing there, frozen between murder and sorrowful calm, and then slowly scooted around the mess, peeling off his wet shirt and holding it against the stone below Dementia and the two eggs she had protected, as a sort of net.

"I won't let them fall, lady," he said softly to the salamandyr, keeping an eye on the drama behind him while training most of his attention on the precariously-perched gold salamandyr. "I won't slip," S'vil promised her, offering the draped shirt as a refuge from the slick rock, should she choose choose to slide herself and the two eggs she had saved onto it. Otherwise, he would just wait there, in case she slipped or the water forced her to move, ready to catch either of the eggs in his shirt. There would be no more death if he had anything to say about it. He tried not to be ostentatious in the drama, just settling against the rock, wet and bedraggled, trying to help.

[Rei]

In a haze of confusion Er’ani blinked, not even realizing for the moment what he had done. Trying to piece it together he gazed at his surroundings not even noticing the small green on his stomach yet. What he heard first was Dementia. Murderer what? The teenager blinked at the distraught gold mandyr and then noticed the eggs she was still wrapped around. Oh….shit. Had he really? If he was judging by her reaction he had. Running a hand through his damp hair Er’ani’s eyes flicked up to the gimpy goldhandler and council member as the man spoke. However his eyes didn’t stay long on Eikane instead flicking over to the taller Dmitri. Yeah Scar face looked really pissed, and to be honest a bit frightening. He really looked like he was planning on killing him in the most horrible ways imaginable. Not high on the albinorider's list of things to experience in life.

Throwing his hands up in a defensive gesture Er’ani opened his mouth to say something. Except before he could he felt a strong distinctly feminine presence in his mind and then she spoke. My charge shall leave immediately. The albinorider blinked and finally looked down at his stomach at last noticing the little delicate pale green sitting there. Won’t you, Mine? For a few seconds the boy was a bit shocked and then he reached out a trembling hand to the Vengeance Green who climbed regally upon it and flicked her golden frill outwards once. “Yeah sure. I’m leaving.” He uttered a bit stupidly mind still reeling from the strength of the impression. It wasn’t quite as strong as what he felt with Lketh. But it was damn close. Good choice my champion. I require a name and some food now. Might I suggest we take our leave first darling? It would be a right shame if you were lynched before we even began our time together. The little green watched with a smug expression as the boy immediately started to obey. Yes she had chosen well with this one.

Er’ani carefully cupped his hand around the tiny mandyr in his palm as he rose. A quick glance was given the tiny broken mandyrs he had crushed and a pang of sorrow ran through him but it was quickly smoldered in comfort from his new little charge. Blinking back at his new green mandyr he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face a very threatening looking blue wher. Where the hell had that come from? Holding his hand up in a warding gesture at Dmisk the rider quickly made to scuttle around the blue, avoiding the eyes that were all staring accusingly at him. “Shards lay off! It’s not like I meant to.” He shot at a few of them before his dark eyes returned again to his new pet? She sure seemed like she talked a lot more clearly then the majority of them.

She also still needed a name. “Name. Right. Name. Um how about Gorgeous? Lilly? Rose? Princess?” Er’ani muttered his eyes still half on the irate crowd. You seem to be quite bad at this. Perhaps you should let me pick? Calypso. Came another voice as Lketh back winged to land and watched the group of humans impassively. If you must keep the creature. The disproval he was radiating through the bond was quite clear to Er’ani. Though the rider couldn’t quite tell if it was because of his actions or the impression itself. Seemed like maybe a little of both. The little green as watched Lketh curiously before she commented. The pale one picks well. Calypso will do.

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Sel’n resisted facepalming as F’ur pressed himself up on M’gnum. “Leash yes.” He murmured mostly to himself as Darya joined the small group and put in her two cents. Giving the councilwoman half of a nervous smile the Weyrlingmaster narrowed his blue eyes slightly on the clearly drunk F’ur and resisted moving to grab him and haul him off. Really and honestly the man needed to stay out of the wine. He’d never been a drinker before and he really didn’t need to start now. At least the bluerider wasn’t trying to kill M’gnum with noodles yet.

A thin thread of amusement at that thought helped a bit more with his anxiety but really the brownrider wanted to get the fuck out of there before one of those monsters decided he was their next best friend for life. Yeah he did not need that right now. For one, it would almost be like stomping all over Vanity’s memory. For two, he really didn’t think he could take another loss like that. Kaaoloth or no Kaaoloth. The brown seemed to know that too. Hence his nervous hovering not too far away. Hurry Selarinmine. We should get Inocenth’s home and to bed.

Sel’n didn’t respond to his dragon’s obvious statement instead watching the bronzer carefully for any signs that he was going to punch F’ur in the face. Thankfully it seemed at that Darya’s words had an effect and at that moment a small green mandyr also seemed to decide she wanted the large man for her own. The brownrider’s heart constricted as he turned his gaze away. Emerald like his Vanity and as pretty as her, if not moreso. Yeah she would have killed him and then berated him for days if she had heard that thought. Blinking back the sudden flood of emotion, he really didn’t need to break down here, Sel’n grabbed for F’ur’s shoulder as M’gnum starting speaking again. “Let’s go. Now.” He managed to choke out the words in a desperate half command before he started to try and actually drag the man away from the bronzer and the entire sharding hatching. Back to Kaaoloth yes. Back to safety and his wine.

[Requiem]

Dmisk let the boy scramble away, continuing to move toward His and pausing long enough to huff softly at the Cunning Blue before offering himself for Dmitri to lean on. The baby salamandyr was blown into the air with a comment of Brilliant move, before flittling over to land on S'vil's shoulder and peer at this offered sanctuary curiously. Dementia, though a touch reluctant to part with Nocturne's tail in her distress, nevertheless was a reasonable creature and she could feel the eggs shifting dangerously beneath her. Herding them toward the makeshift sling, she crooned wearily at this human, almost panicking when the eggs cracked together but then reassuring herself that it wasn't enough to hurt her babies further. Far from, in fact.

It was the last little bit needed for the pair to win free of their eggs, the Divination Bronze and the Wilderness Green emerging from the shellshards gleaming in goo and twining together to form a shimmering silver and bronze/gold metallic ball. They set to cleaning each other with their tongues in a chorus of welcoming croons. This apparently was too much for the Cunning Blue, who sneezed at the pair of overly affectionate siblings. So cute, he commented sarcastically, plunging off S'vil's shoulder and darting haphazardly through the crowd of people on his transparent wings. There. Hello, braveheart, he greeted His, with just the barest hint of affection despite the ironic nomiker. Now why was Sel'n running from him?

F'ur, for his part, stumbled slightly as M'gnum pushed him back and simply stared at the man a little dubiously, then glanced down to see if he'd grown a third limb out of his chest or something. He'd put on perhaps a little weight, though not much, and considering how wiry he was before to someone like M'gnum he'd still look thin and waiflike. Cleanshaven. Old enough not to change that much in facial features over the course of three turns or so...maybe it was just that he was currently very drunk. That, or M'gnum paid as much attention to blueriders as most bronzeriders. "Not dead," he responded needlessly, while looking around for the tree-nut he'd dropped when M'gnum pushed him away.

A flicker of a glare was given the bronzerider for being nosy, but fortunately a green salamandyr seemed to distract him. Green salamandyr, what? Stumbling slightly to lean on Darya, he whispered in her ear - though naturally his idea of a whisper wasn't very soft and everyone could hear it - "Is this a salamandyr hatching?" A flicker of muted distress passed over his face just before Sel'n grabbed ahold of him. "Umm..." F'ur pointed at the Cunning Blue. "I think you have a friend." Then, as an afterthought, "Did you lose your tits?" to Darya. She'd always been rather flat but he didn't remember her this flat. Wait. Salamandyr hatching. Time to go. F'ur began walking unsteadily for Kaaoloth while searching his pockets for treenuts to pelt incoming 'mandyrs with.

---

Dmitri, still not entirely recovered from the death of the two little 'mandyrs and how terribly the incident was effecting his gold, finally remembered the two who had approached him. "Sometimes there are mutations," he told Leilani. "He should be fine." Rubbing at his temple, the bluehandler regarded Au'st for a long moment. He wasn't even sure what this kid's problem was. "There are probably better places to discuss S'rring, weyrling, than at a salamandyr hatching. If you're implying I did anything with him, kindly remember the gold was mine. Physically there's definitely nothing wrong with him. I suggest you scram before one of these takes a shining to you."

Dodekatheon Clutch

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth
Come they in shape of demons, gods or elves,
Are allegories with deep hearts of truth
That tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.

Storm Egg :: Hatched :: Brown :: Impressed to Vivano
Vengeance Egg :: Hatched :: Green Calypso :: Impressed to Er'ani
Catastrophe Egg :: Smashed
Fertility Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to C'oar
Wisdom Egg :: Hatched :: Green Olive :: Impressed to Draym
Hearth Egg :: Smashed
Divination Egg :: Twined with Wilderness Green :: Bronze
Wilderness Egg :: Twined with Divination Bronze :: Green
War Egg :: Hatched :: Brown Oberon :: Impressed to M'kai
Love Egg :: Hatched :: Green Shekinah :: Impressed to M'gnum
Industry Egg :: Hatched :: Blue Crowley :: Impressed to Leilani
Cunning Egg :: Hatched :: Blue :: Impressed to Sel'n

[Requiem]

Cunning Blue
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Sel’n
Color Codes: 00ffff-Primary ; 283A90-Secondary

” Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. Once separated from the body, and after the struggle to acquire piety, which consists in knowing God and injuring none, such a soul becomes all intelligence.”

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Appearance: Camouflage blue. So perhaps it’s a little strange that the blotches that resemble camouflage are the color of the sky, but maybe genetics were not quite so random as all that considering he has not one but two pairs of transparent wings that frankly are that of an insect rather than a draconid. There are no bones supporting them, and they can be flapped at such a rate as to fly at dizzying speeds, though they will take some time to learn how to control and are especially prone to tearing. This blue’s body is built to best utilize these wings, small and long with a thin tail that can be used to help guide him. His forelimbs, too, are a bit longer than normal and can be used to better grab and carry things while in flight. On the ground he is quite lacking, however; his muscles simply aren’t made for the landbound scurrying of his brethren.

Personality: This blue is nothing if not sharp. He tends to speak very directly in just one or two words, but that’s all he needs to get his point across and demonstrate a clear grasp of whatever situation is at hand. And if half the time his utterances tend to be either sarcastic or mocking? Well, at least he treats everyone with equal disdain. That’s not to say he can’t be sweet when he’s in the business of catching flies (with honey), but you can be fairly certain that if this male is being nice he’s probably after something. That said, he’s remarkably willing to fetch anything people ask for (and some things they don’t), especially if they’re just making the comment idly and the words can be misconstrued in funny ways. Something of a prankster, he.

That isn’t to say that this male is cruel. In fact, he tends to take the side of anyone or anything that is being bullied and put his not inconsiderable wits to the task of making the aggressor wish he’d never gotten up this morning. He also Chases females who don’t seem to have that many chasers. Yes, it’s a Chase out of pity given the blue doesn’t actually have a strong drive to mate, but she doesn’t have to know that. Also, perhaps due to his somewhat perverse nature, this blue will occasionally Run. It’s not a joke, so obviously he experiences the biological need (if somewhat less often than his green sisters) but it is rather hard to believe that this blue who so does enjoy throwing people off just coincidentally happens to be one of the only – if not the only – blue who regularly Runs, too. Or Rises, in his case. Still, despite the difficulty presented to Chasers, he will only take a flit for a mate if there’s no other option.

[Kisha-Ra]

Yoalla felt murderous intent wash over her in waves as the nest fell and the fool rider who’d been messing around fell after it. She was able, by dint of much effort, to keep The Devil from leaping on anyone and attempting to bite their throat out, and getting hurt in the process. Reined in by her bonded’s will the green perched on a stable seeming rock and hissed like an enraged kettle, her frill flaring up and down in time to the sounds.


Vivano was slightly alarmed to feel claws pricking his skin, and even more so to see a brown salamandyr right before his eyes. He jerked his head away from the little lizard but that made his nose apparently the ideal place to perch. Avenge! a voice which Vivano somehow understood came from the out of focus brown salamandyr. Shiny! This statement was apparently the cue for the brown to leave his nose-perch and dive down Vivano’s shirt. Vivano was aware of the sound of wings as the gold firelizard decided to look for a better place to watch from, but he didn’t acknowledge it much because he was too busy cursing and trying to grab hold of a small talking lizard with really sharp teeth that had decided his nipple was edible. ‘You little monster! When I get hold of you…’

Monster! The salamandyr latched onto the word, going still for long enough for Vivano to grab him and remove him. ‘Yes. You. Monster.’ He harried man replied, holding the salamandyr up before his face with one hand and assessing the damage to his body with the other. You Monster. Your Monst… FOOD! The creature squirmed determinedly in Vivano’s grip, trying his hardest to get to whatever he’d just seen. ‘Alright. I’ll get you some food or who knows what you’ll try and eat next.’


Darya watched, bemused as F’ur tried, for reasons unknown, to get the bronzerider to eat an acorn and snorted slightly at the man’s words. How many F’ur’s were there exactly? She really hoped there wasn’t more than one. At M’gmum’s request for salamandyr food however she did search her pockets absent mindedly but didn’t even come up with the squashed meatroll that was the standard result of such impromptu searches. ‘Nope, nothing. I expect there was meat in the middle of all that.’ Darya didn’t even look toward all that as she pointed, her salamandyrs hadn’t stopped transmitting their emotions, they were just too confused to do anything about them beyond hiss at people.

‘No F’ur. That’s a dragon nest. Can’t you tell?’ Darya wasn’t sure that F’ur would believe that, even if he was apparently really drunk. Okay, so when F’ur was drunk he suddenly cared about boobs. ‘That’s my second best set. The others are in the wash.’ Not the best comeback ever, but it beat letting F’ur insult her. Right?

[Ember]

Nocturne had not quite anticipated the gold reaching out to him with her tail. He considered refusing since the idea of cuddling was absolutely disgusting but he didn't. He had been the one to offer help in the first place and Dementia really wasn't clingy otherwise. The blue let their tails twine together though he remained silent and otherwise seemingly detached. His eyes were whirling a muted red, however, and flicking all over the place as he watched humans and salamandyr babies alike. Nothing to be done about the ones already dead but the ones still alive would stay that way if he had his way.

Eikane didn't move his gaze away from the albinorider despite Dmitri's words. He wanted to check the bluehandler's expression, to see if it matched the seriousness of the tone. He kept his hand on his friend's shoulder instead. He was equally stunned by the green's impression to the murderer...er, rider. Clearly she was deffective or something. Oh, joy. Bleed-over from Nocturne was getting stronger as the blue grew angrier. It spiked almost dangerously at Er'ani's complaint. He didn't mean to? Well, duh. Didn't change the fact that it had happened.

Nocturne almost hissed at S'vil's approach. Almost. He still bared his teeth threateningly. He knew the eggs were in a bad place but he wasn't a trusting 'mandyr in the first place, and even less so after Er'ani. The blue eventually relaxed when Dementia moved the eggs towards the human and they fell into relative safety. They hatched pretty darn quick after that. Nocturne observed them for a moment before the red faded out of his eyes almost entirely. If they couldn't manage themselves after hatching safely they weren't worth much.

[Zephyr]

Leilani had been busy with Crowley, who was presently stuffing his face. When the crash of the nest caught both of their attentions. Crowley hissed, crawling up the girl’s head and clinging to her hair, tail thrashing and whipping behind him angrily. Pink tinged his eyes…eyes that immediately searched the area for his favored sister, who was unharmed and bonding with her new mindmate. Assured of her safety, he continued staring at Er’ani, the anger in him clear and seeping into the girl he balanced on.

The girl found the blood in her face draining. Anger melded with concern for her friend, and her hands tightened into fists so tight that her skin whitened. Luckily for the girl, Kate noticed the change in the girl’s demeanor, thanks to the salamandyr, and sent her girl wave upon wave of calming energy. The desire to kick Er’ani in the head was strong, but by the time Kate was through with her, she was able to think a little more clearly.

Walking over, she showed Crowley that two of his siblings were unhurt. The anger from the blue was still seeping into her, but thanks to Kate, it was bearable. ” Er’ani.” She said, her voice low, even. She noticed that there was a green salamandyr crawling over him. The salamandyr crawled down to her shoulder, still glowering at the boy, but no longer seething. ” Let’s get out of here.” She said, more easily. Time to take their leave before things got worse.

Watching him run past her, she sighed lightly, fingers pressed to her forehead for a moment. Are you okay? Fine... Her voice was grateful for Kate's soothing presence. Just a headache. I'll be up shortly. This thing will need to sleep soon, and I think I'm just heading in early. The love pouring off of her green at that moment was most unexpected and almost took the girl by surprise. Crowley curled his tail around the girl's neck and silently watched her. Sighing again, Lani began the long walk back to her weyr.

---

Well. Olivia saw, jumping to clear her way from all the tall people in front of her, a reddish salamandyr perched on M’kai’s shoulder. Giggling madly, the girl poked her dragonriding friend rather forcefully. “ Look, N’rik. I don’t think I have to worry much about M’kai coming to get me now. Seems like he has his own problems at the moment.” She pointed to the baby salamandyr on the candidatemaster’s shoulder.

She was happy for him. She really was. It helped that she didn’t have to worry about getting more in trouble now. He probably wouldn’t even notice that she stayed.

Suddenly, a crash in the vicinity of the eggs caught her attention. Eyes widening, she jumped and stood on her tiptoes, trying to see what all the commotion was about. Impala was awake in an instant, winging to the sky above the kids like nothing had happened. Whining a little, she saw that she couldn’t see much through the throng of people. “ What’s happening?” Tugging on N’rik’s arm, she attempted to pave her own way through all the people, hoping to get a better look at the eggs.

---

Gus leaped back when the eggs fell to the ground. He glared at Er'ani for a moment. He knew that something bad would happen. He just didn't think it would be this bad. Once everything was said and done, three babies had escaped the carnage. Stepping back further, Gus slipped his fingers through his hair, his gaze softening on Dmitri for once.

" Sorry...." He said. He was apologizing for everything, bothering him, the eggs...everything. It seemed that only two of the baby mandyrs had fallen. Happy about that at least, the weyrling forgot about his mad search to find S'rring and turned to leave and return to Oth's side. Surely the other weyrling would be back by now.

[Rei]

Er’ani glanced back as he heard his name and blinked at Leilani. Smiling at her he nodded and gave her a wave before he started to run toward Lketh calling back to her. “Best idea ever Lei! You should come over and meet Calypso later.” The pale green, sitting upon his shoulder regally, looked back at the girl before speaking privately to hers. Is that plain looking woman your mate? Reaching the albino the rider vaulted up onto his back and chuckled. “Nah. Just a good friend. I don’t have a mate.”

Even better. He was unattached. Which meant that he was solely her champion. As it should be. Her own private avenger. Yes. Gently she nuzzled at Er’ani’s neck sending him waves of intense hunger. Hurry now my pet. Food is a necessity. “No worries Calypso. We’ll get you fed.” As he spoke Lketh reared and leapt into the air to wing back to his ledge, silently berating his rider for his actions the entire way.

~~~~

They were just heading to Kaaoloth when it happened, first the intrusion of a mind that melded with his and then the words impressed into his mind. Sarcastic. With a loving edge. But the voice was more musical then Kaaoloth’s was. Male yes but not his dragon. Sel’n froze where he stood and his eyes shut tightly. No. No. No. No. Yes, braveheart. Again that voice and again the brownrider tried to forcefully shove it away but it was of no use. The waves of hunger only coursed stronger along the new bond even as Kaaoloth’s presence surged up to try and overwhelm it as well. The three legged brown snarled his eyes whirling in crimson as his tail lashed across the weyrbowl the tip of it cracking like a whip. Leave. The words where a hiss pressed onto the mandyr who merely tilted his head at the dragon and flicked his transparent wings. Yeah the large one was just a little late. How Gimpy?

Flitting off the brownrider the Cunning Blue alighted on F’ur’s head and commented to him. Cheerful, no? Really he was almost at a loss. What had he done wrong? Oh well braveheart would have to come around eventually right? Quietly he stared at his bonded, flicking his frill a couple of times before his wings folded upon his back. It would be nice if the guy would just get over it and feed him already though. Sel’n however was still reeling from both Kaaoloth’s sudden anger and the new impression.

Stumbling in F’ur’s wake he grabbed at the bluerider and pulled him close by the shirt, his voice both angry and at the same time desperate. “This is all your sharding fault.” Easy Braveheart. The blue exclaimed as he tangled his little legs in F’ur’s hair. Sheesh this one was a little high strung. Selarinmine. The brown said gently on the tail end of the little blue mandyr’s words. It will be fine. Where he got the conviction from the brown wasn’t sure. But his rider needed something to be concrete. We both know impression cannot be reversed. All we can do is accept it and go from there. Let Inocenth’s go. The Cunning Blue gave a pulse of gratitude to Kaaoloth. Bravo Gimpy.

(He will be named Loki eventually but right now Sel’n’s obviously not in the naming mood xD)

[Requiem]

From the delicately tangled pair of metallic salamandyrs within the sling of S'vil's shirt, a gentle croon was offered the Wilderness Green as he nudged her away from him. Swiftly, sister Moonbeam. Lest your heart flee. The small silvery creature lifted her head, eyes focusing on a boy who shifted and then turned, as if the Divination Bronze's words were prophecy. Her frills expanded slowly, then folded again in a flick, like twin fans, and had your eyes not been on her the entire time you might have thought she'd Betweened.

Silently she landed on Au'st's shoulder, mantling wings and peering upwards at him as he continued on without noticing her. Then, as if she were a tigress stalking her prey, she let a tendril of her mind worm its way into his, penetrating memory where he would not be aware of her immediately, then with a flash she enveloped his whole mind at once, assimilating him with a croon. Helloooo Heartlove, she purred to him, clearly pleased with having snuck up on her mindmate so effectually.

Amused by his dear clutchsister, the Divination Bronze stretched, then nuzzled his dam lightly in an attempt to soothe her distress before he simply stepped lithely over the expanse of wet shirt and to the hand that held it, climbing up to perch on it. He licked the hand lightly. Do not sad be. Flames snuffed are rekindled. Another time. Whatever that meant, the Divination Bronze clearly thought it was clear enough as he claimed S'vil as His.

A good choice. One that Dementia might be more openly approving of, but as it was she simply took to Dmitri's hand when the bluehandler muttered an apology and leaned over S'vil to retrieve her, moving up his arm to curl up, trembling against his neck, her hide still bleached of color. The teenager moved around S'vil and knelt there, looking on the broken wreckage of eggs and crushed 'mandyr bodies, before he slowly began scooping them up. Because, really, who else would do it?

---

Even if he had half-forgotten Darya between the moment he asked her about her appalling flat-chestedness and the realization that a 'mandyr hatching meant he should get out of here, her retort stopped him long enough to turn and squint at her chest. Women had more than one set of breasts? Since when? Well, he wasn't very much into breasts, but Darya's were not huge and floppy and fat, so maybe he could stomach touching them long enough to see where they detached...

Then he noticed Sel'n, right as the man's hand fisted in F'ur's shirt and the bluerider was dragged bodily toward him. Fingers curled around the man's wrist as he looked on the brownrider wide-eyed. Whether it was time playing tricks on his brain when he was this smashed, or simply the alcohol itself, tears started to form in the man's eyes and, barely noticing that he had a passenger, he pulled away from Sel'n with a whispered "I'm sorry," and turned to dash (and not entirely in a straight line, to be sure) into the nearest tunnel leading into the maze that was Selenitas Weyr.

Dodekatheon Clutch

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth
Come they in shape of demons, gods or elves,
Are allegories with deep hearts of truth
That tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.

Storm Egg :: Hatched :: Brown Monster :: Impressed to Vivano
Vengeance Egg :: Hatched :: Green Calypso :: Impressed to Er'ani
Catastrophe Egg :: Smashed
Fertility Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to C'oar
Wisdom Egg :: Hatched :: Green Olive :: Impressed to Draym
Hearth Egg :: Smashed
Divination Egg :: Hatched :: Bronze :: Impressed to S'vil
Wilderness Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to Au'st
War Egg :: Hatched :: Brown Oberon :: Impressed to M'kai
Love Egg :: Hatched :: Green Shekinah :: Impressed to M'gnum
Industry Egg :: Hatched :: Blue Crowley :: Impressed to Leilani
Cunning Egg :: Hatched :: Blue Loki :: Impressed to Sel'n

[Requiem]

Divination Bronze[/u]
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: S’vil
Color Codes: 8b7500-Primary ; b8860b-Markings

"A poet is not a person who writes poetry. A poet is a person that poetry wrote into existence…..All in order to manifest itself into reality."

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Appearance: Slender and long, he nevertheless does not appear thin. If anything, this shiny, metallic bronze is lithe and quite good at worming his way into places he really should not be able to fit. There is a gracefulness to his movements by land or by air that you wouldn’t expect in a salamandyr. True, he can’t do more than glide, but it’s easy to forget that while watching him, especially when he controls his glides so effortlessly. His color is a rich golden bronze that in any but the dimmest lightings glows and gleams, and even in the darkest of all nights glints intermittently when catching some stray light from some unknown source. Lighter bronze/gold markings overlay the dark as if painted by a tiny brush in the way of scales, making his hide seem alive with every movement of the long muscles beneath.

Personality: As with the majority of his siblings, this male has a startling intelligence in relation to most of the other salamandyrs running about. In fact, the male tends to say things that are rather…prophetic in nature. Whether he knows what’s going to happen around him due to an added sensitivity to the psychic nature of draconids and those who Impress them in general, or his comments are just obscure enough to be easily linked to events afterwards, it is hard to say. He does tend to be rather vague in his wording, even poetic. Aside from his obscurely prophetic comments, this bronze is drawn as a moth to flame to any sort of music within his vicinity, and will often take up residence on the musician until the playing is done. When not lulled by music, he is often found in the infirmary, investigating the curious things going on there. Anything unusual that he might use to expand his knowledge, however, is of interest to the male and he spends much time investigating.

Very little time is spent with His, though, perhaps due to his so-called ‘prophetic’ nature, he tends to show back up right before he is needed or His mindmate experiences anything particularly traumatic…which kind of makes him a harbinger of ill fortune in a way. This bronze doesn’t chase often, usually sticking to golds of his species, though a particularly impressive green may occasionally catch his eye. He also tends to join any Run his clutchsister the Wilderness Green does, to guard her from any males who take exception to her oddities. Nevertheless, it will not be unheard of for other males to mistake him for a gold between his coloring and undeniable grace…and he will be hardpressed to convince them otherwise.

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Wilderness Green
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: Au’st
Color Codes: 9db68c-Primary ; bcde91-Swathes ; cfdbc5 – Starbursts

“Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts.”

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Appearance: Like her bronze clutchbrother she is long and lithe, though of course smaller due to her color, and equally graceful in wing and by foot. In fact, had they not been most definitely hatched from different eggs anyone would claim that the Wilderness Green and Divination Bronze were twins. Rather than a golden-bronze base coat, though, this green sports a metallic silvery green hue like the light of the moon, a slightly darker green etched faintly over the silver to make it seem like she has tiny scales. Along her spine true silver starbursts speckle. All she needs is the faintest tendril of light to cause her to shimmer, but she moves with such stealth and grace that most would not notice her approach until she was already upon you.

Personality: A wild creature, she, who likes nothing better than to stalk her prey – the bigger the better, though unlike other ‘mandyrs this green is well aware of her limitations and never bites off more than she can chew or otherwise trick into an untimely demise for her supper – in the witching hours. Yes, this particular salamandyr is nocturnal. She will be tamed by none, though she returns to Hers during the day, trusting him to keep her safe until she can once again roam the halls and jungles without in search of the next great challenge. Or at least the next meal. Any creature (yes, even a gold of any species) that seeks to command her will be disappointed; she follows her own tune.

Similarly, she does not Run. Nor does she Chase, not really, though a maiden Run without this shining silver beauty will be a rare Run indeed. Having no desire to give over her freedom or any part of herself to a male (or female) she cannot fathom why a maiden green should want to, either. Clearly the males are dogging the poor creature, and who best to be their rescuer than the virgin huntress of the night? Any male joining a maiden salamandyr Run had best be wary, for this little girl pulls no punches, and she’s not likely to give warning before she goes in for the kill. A green already caught by another ‘mandyr is lost, but the maiden greens are hers to protect.