Aftershock
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Post by Aftershock on Mar 25, 2012 1:27:56 GMT -5
Cairenn couldn't help but get distracted from her work as the area surrounding the table began to fill... yet she also saw some retreating out the door. What were these creatures to engender such opposing reactions among people? Some seemed downright frightened to be in the same area as the golden creature and her eggs, while others were clustering around at a respectful distance with looks of interest and excitement on their faces.
Soon, the latter group ended up becoming large enough that the poor, petite Candidate girl couldn't see the nest anymore, since there were too many people taller than her minuscule 5'2" self to see over. Frustrated by her inability to keep an eye on the event happening outside the kitchens, she turned to focus her attention back at the task at hand. Without the distraction, she finished her current load of dinnerware in a few minutes, and shook the remaining sweetsand foam off her arms decided she would try to get a closer look, since she was the only person who had decided to stay in the kitchen and continue working once the hatching announcement had gone out.
Drying her hands on her apron, she shed the protective garment and rolled the sleeves of her violet blouse back down, doing a quick spot-check of her powder-blue knee-length skirt and wherhide boots to make sure she didn't have any water drips or food splatters on it from her washing work. Seeing nothing, she moved out of the kitchen door into the dining hall proper, deciding to leave her hair tied back for the moment so it wouldn't be an inconvenience when she got back to her chores.
Suddenly, among the crowd of people who were still strangers to the brand-new Candidate, Cairenn spotted the one familiar face she had in this Weyr... her aunt, Roselle. Moving towards her (where she luckily stood on the outskirts of the crowd), she waved her arm and called out, "Auntie Roselle! Over here!"
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Post by Sebz on Mar 25, 2012 6:45:31 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sorry, hey how are you-oh never mind, sorry, can I get by" Eselda kept up a running commentary as she tried to fight the current of people retreating from the dining room, wriggling in between bodies and going so far as to push them away from her. Why on earth would they be leaving the Dining Hall when the Gold Salamandyr made her demand for humans for her hatching? Surely the mumbling and complaints about the creature couldn't have actually been truth!
Yes, Eselda had heard the disgruntled mutterings about the placement of Leviathan's clutch, but then again, who hadn't. In the center of the dining room was not exactly the best place to lay eggs if the gold 'mandyr expected privacy and respite from the daily bustle of the weyr. Well, Leviathan could hardly blame the humans if they were to go get a closer look from time to time, and infact Eselda had done just that, only catching a glimpse of the nondiscript eggs before being chased away.
Well now they were hatching, and sure, they weren't firelizards, but she had become intrigued by the idea of obtaining a Salamandyr. Her green flit, Guise, hadn't been so keen on the idea, so she had taken measure to make sure the firelizard was occupied and couldn't interrupt the hatching. Finally! Eselda managed to find a clear path to the center of the dining room where those who hadn't fled had taken positions around the 'mandyr clutch. It seemed that a few of the creatures had already escaped from their shells. Being uncharacteristically quiet, because usually she could not shut up She squeezed her way in between bodies until she had a better view of the hatching 'mandyrs.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Mar 25, 2012 7:32:54 GMT -5
N'rik blinked at the young man's question. His accent was odd, but the question was clear enough. N'rik was a little confused by it though. How could he not know? "They're salamandyrs!" he declared with a wide grin at Corvin. He pointed to Alph, whose spins were raised menacingly as he watched his brethren. "Like Alph here. The best creatures ever! Except maybe dragons," he added as an afterthought.
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He was almost there. If he could just make it past the door and out into the other passage he would be safe. Too late, Kyr'n moaned as the loud, obnoxious voice in his mind told him. Why couldn't the little pest find someone else? Anyone else?! Couldn't it see he didn't want one? Kyr'n turned glaring at the little blue creature and wondered briefly if anyone would notice if he stepped on it. Yet their minds were already joining and he knew he couldn't do it. Maybe if he ignored it though, it would pick someone else...
YOU! the blue bellowed. Old-man young! Where you going? Get here and fetch food! Kyr'n sighed a long, suffering sigh. Yeomenth, he said slowly. Yes, Kyr'n dear, she answered in mock ignorance. This is all your fault, isn't it? Whatever do you mean? I merely thought we should present ourselves to the little queen. You attracting the attentions of her young was certainly not my intention. her tone betrayed that she was far too amused to care. Kyr'n sighed again and finally walked over to pick the little fellow up in his hand.
He started to walk back to the kitchen. If he was stuck with the thing, he might as well feed it and escape before more of them showed up. What shall you call him? Yeomenth asked, mentally eying the little blue adoringly. She and hers deserved the best after all, and clearly this little man was, for all he wasn't bronze. Kyr'n shrugged. How about Thing? Both mindmates were aghast. Not thing! Foolish old-man young! Need grand great name! Yes, Kyr'n dear. You must not name him something so vulgar. We shall call him Jakemo. her voice declaring there would be no arguments about that.
The little blue climbing up onto Ky'rn's head, frilling and posing dramatically. I am JAKEMO! King of jesters and jester of kings!! he shouted in a very grand fashion. Kyr'n covered his face with his hands and wished he could melt into the floor. How was he ever going to get any peace anymore?
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Post by Lotty on Mar 25, 2012 11:40:25 GMT -5
As if reacting to the rising tension between the The Devil Bronze and the High Priestess Green all the eggs began jumping a bit with the life struggling within them. One such egg even began to split as if cut with a precision tool, and in between the clean rifts, little hints of what may be a cheery brown could been to those willing to take a look. The Magician Egg was taking a different method, shaking in a rhythm that picked up tempo, daring to go so fast as to explode. Meanwhile the oblivious The Devil Bronze bowed his hulking body down, as if considering pouncing his sister, before turning his attention instead to the foreign bronze who had stepped foot on the table. Bigger fish to fry clearly, and the green was more than happy to move on with her life. The High Priestess Green after all, wasn't much for violence anyway. She had a task at hand, and moved around the wobbling vessels of her siblings to the very edge of the table where she could better size up her choices, and with a shot of vision up to their eyes, take little glimpses into their souls. She wanted a mind with room to meld and grow; there couldn't just be a want but a need as well.
Flashing a look at Corvin she paused, very nearly settling her choice on him before rustling her wings and looking again. Not quite right... just not quite.
Leviathan pleased to have King, was additionally honored to have the gentlemanly presence of a certain Shells near her hoard, and so she crooned amiably. He did perform well at her run, despite the fact she was actively trying to forget the event in it's entirety. How dare a queen after all have to remember the mistake of being rushed by a swarm of mandyr bodies. It was rather unbecoming, but an action that would nonetheless be undone next go around. There would be nothing but the most deliberate of choices, and with the red mandyr's constant ass kissing, he certainly was buying a lot of points in his favor. So she called him over, probably to the displeasure of King, and definitely so to the The Devil Bronze who sniffed at the air around Shells and made a near wuffing sound in protest. Who was this guy? This was his mother, and he was the only bronze worthy of her attentions.
Not that she was really paying all that much attention to the dark hatchling in the first place. He'd learn eventually that she wasn't there to grant him his large and weighty wishes. He had to find a human to do that, or the hole in his stomach that hunger was carving would open him right up and spill his guts onto the floor. Shank you dear Shellsss. Are pretty eggsies 'portant? Ugly ones go unaten. At the notion of food and above all else eggs, The Devil Bronze perked up and turned his head first at his mother, purring out in dark tones Foooood?
The Devil Egg - Hatched - Bronze, considering Shells, deciding if friend or foe The Fool Egg - Impressed - Blue Jakemo - Kyr'n The Hanged Man Egg - Breaking, hints of brown can be seen through the cracks The Hermit Egg The Hierophant Egg The High Priestess Egg - Hatched - Green, staring down potentials with a piercing gaze The Lovers Egg The Magician Egg - Quaking hard, ready to explode
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Mar 25, 2012 12:26:05 GMT -5
Romeoth beamed when he heard Sparath's voice in his head. Like some other bronze's, he didn't have a problem with other males, even fellow bronze dragons. Sure, there might be a time, in flights, when he felt a sense of friendly competition, but life was really too short to make enemies. You should know, my dear., Rom trilled sweetly at Sparath, wrapping his tail around his legs. I'm sure I could sweet-talk the pants right off you. The big bronze crooned from his spot on his ledge, looking down over the weyrbowl curiously. He conveniently forgot the part where dragons didn't wear pants, but this wasn't that important a detail, not really.
If it were possible, the bronze rolled his eyes. Yes. What a tragedy that would be. His voice was thoroughly amused. He didn't hate Mouse anymore. If anything, his relationship with the green salamandyr was naught more than a tolerance. He couldn't find himself being fond of her. She was too demanding. He had felt sorry for her when she had been on the verge of dying, but she had recovered for the most part, back to her normal, annoying self. I'm sure he'll get over it. K'ian is nothing but resilient. Then he got a wicked thought in his head and if dragons could grin, Romeoth would have a right Cheshire grin on his face. You should have seen mine this morning. He looked so adorable, in no clothes puzzling over his paperwork. It's a wonder he doesn't have a mate by now. He's just so adorable. Adorably fail, but that wasn't really appropriate in the current conversation. Anyway, the bronze turned his attention back to Sparath after a moment. How are you doing this lovely day, my dear Sparath? Enjoying the hatching? Wait until yours gets a little worm of his very own. I'm sure you'll have a grand time. Especially when it runs.
Yeah. They found that out the hard way.
On the ground, K'ian was pretty unamused by the turn of events. Though, Ce'thian was making things better. His grumpy expression disappeared with an amused quirk of his lip when the other man spoke. He didn't look at him, and held his voice steady. " I'm undecided, honestly. My salamandyr is a little monster." He ignored the nagging voice in his head that told him how upset he had been when she was sick. "And these babies are shaping up to be monsters as well, it seems." He said, eying the bright blue salamandyr.
He chuckled lightly, tightening his arms over his chest and chancing a glance at Ce'thian. "That's okay. I have enough 'true companions' for an entire lifetime. Just taking a break from work." He shrugged, glancing back at the table just in time to see the bright blue salamandyr springboarding off of people's heads...and...Ce'thian's nose.
He stared for a couple of seconds, eyes widening to unbelievable proportions before he started laughing. It was a raucous laugh that started in his stomach and nearly had him rolling around on the floor. Nearly.
He had a sense of decorum, after all.
" Well, I mean...seems you make an excellent springboard." He said once he was able to stop laughing long enough to try and pull Ce'thian slightly farther away from the nest, his face beaming from his laughter. " Maybe we should back up a little so we aren't getting egg goop all over us. That stuff is rancid."
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Post by Rei on Mar 25, 2012 12:58:35 GMT -5
Sydney had herself focused on the clutch more then anything. With her wher asleep nothing else really occupied her mind. Well except the food she had left uneaten and how darn tired she was all the time. Suppose that happened when all you did was work your entire life. She needed a vacation. Or something to take her mind off her much too busy life maybe. Just wasn't sure how to go about doing that.
Idle moments just put the young woman in her head and that wasn't a good thing the majority of the time. The handler was watching the clutch closely when a very familiar and friendly voice hailed her and she almost jumped her head snapping around so she could look at Kaius. Forcing a smile Sydney spoke. "Hey Kaius." Greeting done she shrugged before replying. "Just same ol same ol really. Very busy. Infirmary, taking care of Sydsk, things like that. How are you?" The woman kept the conversation light, casual. She didn't like broadcasting her emotions anyway and there was nothing Kaius could do about loving Sena. Nothing he could do about taking her best friend from her. The handler was happy for them, she was. Just at the same time she was slightly jealous and very lonely. She couldn't hang out with them either anymore. She had tried that briefly and it had become so third wheel feeling that she had just given up.
Soon enough Sena would be moving out anyway. And then she would be all alone. Again. Pushing those thoughts aside for the moment she turned her attention back to the noisy blue and the clutch. "Oh I don't know about monsters? I think all mandyrs are a bit chaotic. That's the breed." Wrinkling her nose at the blue who had leapt into the crowd to impress she looked back at Kaius. "I'm just here to watch anyway. I've never been good at impressing. Half the time I don't even really believe that Sydsk is mine." The green was independent anyway and completely willing to do things without Sydney if needed. In fact the woman was half convinced her wher would be fine out on her own as a wildling. No one needed her. That fact never changed no matter how old she got.
Her attention going back to the clutch he decided to change the subject. "King looks very proud. He should be. He been driving you nuts about the clutch?"
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Post by Ruby on Mar 25, 2012 15:12:40 GMT -5
It was the green flit that appeared first. Her slight weight settled briefly on Roselle's shoulder - the Greenrider was almost certainly used to this sort of arrangement by now, Cristal was a social flit and any friend of T'ri's was a friend of hers - but she almost immediately flitted between again, landing on Cairenn's head instead. Cristal's own delicate face dropped down to the girl's eye level, and the Green chirped a coy question.
"What she means is, who is this enchanting creature?" T'ri quipped, deftly sliding through the crowd to find a space near Roselle and Cairenn. "Her words, not mine." Holding an arm out in a rather non-chalant manner, T'ri waited for Cristal to slip between and back to her normal place on his shoulder. He doubted that would last long, of course, but in the mean time she curled loosely around his neck, purring her pleasure. So many interesting people, and a hatching to boot! Chaos and beauty all wrapped up in one.
Glancing over at the hatching eggs as if he'd just noticed them, the Weyrling made a little 'ah' noise, then turned sideways so he couldn't see the clutch. "Salamandyrs? Really, Roselle? So mainstream. I thought people were domesticating birds, these days. If you're gonna get a bonded pet, you have to go with firelizards. They're original, at the very least. Salamandyrs are some sort of inferior hybrid - they only showed up maybe 10 turns ago. Totes classless." Because insulting Salamandyrs would cover up the fact that he had tried, time after time, when they first started appearing, but 11 year old Torino hadn't managed to impress before he took off for Blossom. Old disappointments didn't exist when you were T'ri.
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Ten had been eating, but hatchings were a great reason to stop eating and go see what was happening! The hole left by Cujo was still raw, but the Blue had had a good life, an as comfortable a death as Ten could provide. And Quixote... Quixote helped. Absolutely he helped. In fact... where was her little purple creature?
Ah. Trying to protect the Queen from her own offspring.
Well, in a way. He hadn't actually landed anywhere near the nest, but Quixote had joined a grumpy Big Brother up in the rafters, loudly projecting the fact that he was watching, and anyone that harmed the eggs would be punished! This made Big Brother hiss and shrink back - his cover was blown! - but Quixote, in his endless enthusiasm, wasn't letting off. Ten giggled, but got up, leaving the remains of her meal for a drudge to clean up but snagging a bit of leftover lunchmeat. To coax Quixote down with, of course.
Her blues had taken up residence above a pair of spectators - N'rik, who she'd gotten to know somewhat while both of them were at Burimyu, and a much older... Candidate? By his knots, anyway. The young Rider's salamandyr was a brother to Grip, though. The blue was up to his own devices today, but Ten headed over, glancing up and the firelizard part of her menagerie as she did. "Hi," she said, shooting a shy glance at the Candidate but addressing the Rider. The Candidate was far too attractive, and Ten found herself unable to form words while looking at him. Better to pay attention to the young one. "Aye, Salamandyrs do make lovely pets." Swallowing her sudden awkwardness, Ten glanced up at the taller Candidate, and asked, "Do you be here to Impress? Or just looking?"
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Course pretty eggses important, Shells replied, Levithan deserve ulti-best. Obly bestiest. Priettiest. She pick good mate, no one care how pretty - they no touch, Shells bite off figners! The bronze ignored the hatchling, instead edging forward, slowly claiming the throne left absent by Asshat. He would claim it, if he could.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Mar 25, 2012 16:05:16 GMT -5
Diamonique was a little offended by his amusement, and pale blue eyes narrowed from under fiery red hair. She wondered if he expected her to know what they are just by looking at them.
And sure, technically, she could have asked M'kai what Oberon was, but the little monster still scared her with his creepy sing song voice...so she'd much rather hear it from someone who wasn't so obviously biased.
Speaking of, there was no hiding from her. Especially with that fiery red hair and lanky build. She spotted M'kai almost immediately as he ducked out of the dining hall. Fists closed at her sides, but she wasn't going to go after him. Not right now. Not when she had someone to hang out with, and whoever this was was going to hang out with her whether he liked it or not.
Dia refused to have no friends here.
Her self-appointed new friend was explaining the little creatures to her. Hm. Salamandyrs? She eyed the little blue with a dawning sense of comprehension. They spoke like dragons? She wondered what else they had in common with dragons and was busy trying to study the baby blue salamandyr when it leaped off of the table straight for her! She gave a half strangled squeak and almost ducked when she felt the thing land on her head, coiling up before it leaped off again.
She stood there for several seconds before she lifted a hand to poke at the egg goo in her hair. "That's just gross." She said mostly to herself, but Ka'aen might have been listening to her. She gave him a pointed look, her glare grave. "Why would anyone want one of those things? They're gross!" She said pointedly, still poking at the goop in her hair. " This better come out." She grumbled lightly, sagging visibly for a moment until the man spoke, lifting an eyebrow at his snort.
Was that at her, or did he have voices in his head? She was answered soon enough when he introduced himself. She brightened almost in an instant, smirking at him lightly. "You're a dragonrider? That's cool. So are my brothers. I'm Diamonique...I'm not really 'of' anything unless you count my dolphin, Kiakime...but she couldn't come." The girl said with a little frown. She did miss that stupid dolphin to distraction. "My brothers are M'kai of Futh and Cr'oph of Mavenath. I was invited here for the dragon hatching that's coming up. Apparently M'kai thought it would be a great idea to let me know that they weren't dead after all after abandoning me for years by inviting me to a hatching."
She gave a shrug. Surely he wasn't interested in hearing her life story. Eyes darted back to the nest and widened when she saw the hulking dark bronze beast. She lit up a little, half grabbing Ka'aen and leaning on him casually with her lanky frame. They were nearly the same height, so she could just drape herself over him with little problem. The idea of personal space didn't go over well with her, especially when there was a hatching and she was excited, dammit! "Oooo. That one is pretty cool looking. Do the bronze salamandyrs impress to females?" She wondered what it would be like to have one. " I bet it's pretty cool to have something in your mind all the time."
Her voice was excited, but she acknowledged Ka'aen with a slightly apologetic glance. "Oh, but I bet you know all about it, sorry."
King was pleased when Leviathan acknowledged him, but was slightly disturbed by the fact that he had turned into something that was controlled by a female, not that he could mind, honestly, because if he wanted his queen, he would have to humble himself and put up with her attitude...and Leviathan did have an attitude. Though, it wasn't something King had to deal with. Best babies ever, Levilove makes. He said brightly, of course they were also the best because he made them, but he didn't need to tell her that. Yes, yes. He said to her after a moment, flaring his frilless spines and wings, hissing angrily at the crowd that was much too close for Leviathan's comfort.
He was aware of some of the tenseness between a couple of his offspring and he flattened himself on his mound, crooning lightly to them as Levi attempted to soothe them. He didn't get very far though, because before he could, there was suddenly an annoying pest in his head. King looked up, eyes tinging red when he eyed the older salamandyr. Didn't he ever give up? His frill extended again, and he prepared something especially scathing to say to the older male when Leviathan...invited him to the eggs with them? He just stared for a second, glaring at the older male.
Ugly, stupid old as dirt Shells, King was seething, half ready to tackle the old fart and be done with him now. But, he couldn't do that when Leviathan obviously favored him. His 'sweet' words, no matter how convoluted, how twisted seemed like the sweetest of compliments to her, and there wasn't much he could do to change her mind once she had decided something. The stupid bronze even went so far as to claim the spot where Asshat should have been. King hissed in anger at the thought of the brown thinking that he was too good to attend the birth of Leviathan and King's children, and he was angry at the thought of Shells thinking he was good enough to be here.
Because he wasn't.
Ordinarily, King wouldn't mind having someone else take Asshat's spot, because he wasn't here, it was his own fault...but not Shells. King hated Shells. He thrashed his tail a bit, ignoring the red salamandyr to flatten himself against the sand again and hang down slightly to look at his dark bronze son. Food, yesss. King said brightly, feeling that interacting with his children was a much better way to spend his time than waste words on an obviously inferior salamandyr. Go find your person, baby. They will feed you forever. He said with a croon. King really was a good father, even if he had to deal with Leviathan's waning affections...if she had affections to begin with.
Well...at least she didn't tell him to shove off, he thought. Still, she seemed a little aloof, and he didn't like it. Sydney was his friend. Not only his friend, but Sena's. He didn't like that she thought that they didn't want to be friends with her anymore, because that was really the only thing that he could come up with for her attitude as of late, and he was fairly certain that it wasn't because she was always busy, because there had been times when they had been together, but she had refused to hang out with them.
Kaius honestly didn't know what she was thinking anymore, and it hurt. What hurt more though was knowing that Sydney was refusing to hang out with Sena, because of him. He wasn't blind, he could see this.
Still, he wasn't going to let her go so easily, and if she wanted to be let go, he would. He would get far, far away and let her and Sena be best friends again, because he didn't like making a point of coming in between girls' friendships and totally breaking them apart. He wouldn't let her see any of this though, because for the moment, he was actually making an effort to repair things between them. "I'm good." He gave her a bright smile which totally contrasted the tiredness that he felt. " Hanging out with Kaiusk and...Sena mostly." He said, immediately feeling guilty and resorting to biting his lip.
"Hell." He said, sagging a bit and eying Sydney with eyes filled with apology. "I'm sorry Syd. Really, I am. I...know I'm pushing you and Sena apart." He said with a sigh, not mentioning the fact that he had been friends with Sydney at one point and still really wanted to be friends with her, but if she was dead set against ever hanging out with him again, the lest he could do was make sure Sena could still have friends. She mattered more to him than himself anyhow. She had said something about salamandyrs and King, but he had to get this out. " She doesn't show it a lot, but she's hurt that you're hurt. And, I don't like to see either of you hurt." He said with a little snort. " Because whether you think it or not, I care. Not just about Sena, I care about you too. We're friends, or at least we used to be. I don't know what changed besides me and Sena getting together, and I'm not sorry about that, but I'm sorry to you. I'll just hang back more and let you guys be friends again, because it doesn't matter how I feel, I want you guys to be happy."
Then he shut up and turned to watch the hatching again, because feelings sucked. Feelings were vulnerable and he didn't particularly like feeling vulnerable. He hoped he hadn't hurt Syd's feelings. Nothing he had said was meant to hurt anyone's feelings. He just really had to get this shit out before it ate him alive.
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Post by Ivy on Mar 25, 2012 21:48:53 GMT -5
Roselle turned and caught sight of her niece when Cairenn called out to her. Walking towards her she met the girl halfway from the kitchens to the group and smiled, "Chores and now a salamandyr hatching, probably the most exciting day since you got here right?" She asked as she nodded towards the sand nest on the table, "Ah, right you probably don't know anything about all that. Those are salamandyrs. Nasty annoying creatures I've been told - they are Impressionable, and speak. As I'm sure you noticed."
She turned to lead the girl towards the clutch so she could get a better look when something lit on her shoulder. The feeling of something there was quite brief and she groaned inwardly - knowing what the firelizard's appearance probably meant. Then she was gone and on Cairenn, and despite her internal dread she couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Cristal's antics. Then came the voice, his voice and she turned to eye him. "This is Cairenn, my niece. My twelve-turn-old-niece." The last bit had a slight edge to it. She doubted even T'ri would sink so low as to hit on the preteen but still, she was protective of the girl. Proudly she added, "She's a Candidate. Tserieth and I Searched her from Hyphen."
Then he was rambling, so instead of paying him any mind she looked back at Cairenn, "This is T'ri. We Impressed from the same clutch - he's still a Weyrling. He is all about being a rebel without a cause or something of the like."
To T'ri she glanced and replied, "I'm not here for the clutch. Was coming to check on Cairenn while I have some free time. Shouldn't you be doing lessons? Or are you trying to be the only Weyrling in the history of the Weyr to never get his rider's knots?" If there was a bit more ice in her attitude towards him than usual it wasn't entirely intentional - however given that a few months back her Green had Risen for the first time, and his Blue had chased... things were still rather awkward for Roselle. Not for T'ri apparently, but then he never seemed one to really care about anything other than himself - and Henny. There was a slight flush to her cheeks everytime she looked towards him, and she pointedly avoided eye contact.
Looking around, to avoid looking at him mostly, she noticed more of the clutch had hatched. "Cairenn, go squeeze up there to get a better look. I see a Bronze and Green already out. Another is hatching too it looks like."
Shooing the Candidate towards the sand covered table she once more glanced at the gathering crowd. Though she had to deal with T'ri being there, it seemed there was such thing as small miracles. She didn't see any of the other riders whose dragons had chased. Not that she really would have recognized any of them, other than a certain Brownrider...
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A yawn stole over his face, the first sign so far that he might be a wee bit tired. It only came after he noticed Piden, nodding to the other handler he decided against heading over to chit chat. Piden looked rather tired, and he was trying his best to stave off that feeling at least until the hatching was over. He watched as the Bronze hatchling escaped its egg finally, and then a Green as well. There was a lot of staring going on. The Blue jumped this way and that, causing a small outcry from some of the gathered group. Apparently it Impressed - to someone Swithin didn't recognize.
Taking a step closer he eyed the small Green hatchling as she stared into the crowd. She looked as if she was weighing each person's mind with her own, trying to make the best choice. It could be said the man had a thing for Greens - or rather he felt he had the best of luck when Greens were involved. Dessa was a Green, and despite her being so vain she was a good companion. The rider earlier had been bonded to a Green... and well... A smug grin tugged at his mouth until it grew as wide as it possibly could. Yes. Greens and anything to do with them were quite all right in his book.
So he didn't even notice the other egg beginning to crack. Nor the hints of a Brown shining through the cracks. He was staring down the Green hatchling as she eyed everyone, wondering who she would pick - and also if he even really wanted any of them to pick him at all.
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"Sal'mandyr?" Corvin repeated after a younger boy answered his first question. He was comparing the small serpentine looking things to dragons it seemed. Speech, though not as eloquent as a dragon's. By the look of the wings on the adults it seemed they may even be capable of flight. And they were Impressionable. Interesting.
He opened his mouth to say something, introduce himself most likely, when someone else joined in the conversation. Hazel eyes worked quickly over her figure, he guessed her to be a handful of turns younger than himself and she was decent looking. Being a trader he picked up on profiling people rather quickly - and while he didn't know what it was she did for a living (besides being a dragonrider by her knots) he guessed she worked with her hands a lot. And heat. He noticed her slightly frizzled hair and a few burns. He was intruiged by these things, and by her mixed approach. She seemed comfortable with the boy next to him, but there was a shy nature to her when she spoke to him.
"Was just wandering about when that thing yelled." He admitted, not entirely sure he was up for Impressing anything just yet. Looking to the 'nest' he noticed there were more of them now. Where had that Blue gone? Ah but there was a Green and she seemed to be staring right at him, at least for a moment. Then her gaze moved on. Strange. He'd almost felt something tickle at the back of his mind - or perhaps he had just imagined it. Eyes back to the woman now, "Corvin. And who might you be?"
((Continue to imagine some sort of accent. Cuz I can't write one. Nor can I describe it because I suck.))
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Mar 26, 2012 0:12:08 GMT -5
All her men. In such dischord with each other! Leviathan mused on that thought for a moment as she flexed her joints and felt her frill spring up and down again. While it occured to her that she should do the queenly thing and cease the obvious upset between them, the gold as a wicked female, felt a rise out of being fought for. It made it increasingly hard to try and stop either of them, though it really was her duty to do so. Instead the gold gave King a certain pleading look that begged him to play nice for his own good before she sweetly remarked to Shells, Seee, I seeee. Do take seat here yes? Her tail thwapped against the empty throne on which Asshat would be sitting. It seemed that the brown's name truly fit, and his aversion to her hatching wasn't winning any points. Of course, if the gold knew a thing about her own genetics by now it would be blatantly obvious that King and King alone fathered her clutch... but as it was she didn't have the reasoning required to make such designations. She had to give the brown some benefit of the doubt and with a qualifier mentioned to King, King such gooooood half-sire yes, guides the babies well. Promote to best full-sire. You think so Shells? All better than Asshat afferall.
Finally urged by the words of his bronzen father, The Devil Bronze tore his attention away from the inspection of Shells, to go find the source of this unending food. He was skeptical sure. It seemed too good to be true to find someone to feed him forever but if his own fleh and blood said it, then it must be true. With a flippant turn of his tail he swung his long limb at the reddish bronze who was approaching the empty seat before looking at the scores of humans before him. Yes, maybe it was unwise to feign attack and then turn his back, but then he wasn't all too worried. Who was going to jump him after all? He was nothing but muscle and darkness - a force to be reckoned with - and he knew it even so fresh out of his cage.
Hurried by the hatching of the egg behind him - the teasing egg behind him finally fell apart in two even halves, revealing The Hanged Man Brown in all of his glory - the bronze came to a rushed decision and seemed to be summoned by the mention of his own existence. Following the path that his blue brother took before him, The Devil Bronze leaped from the table and opened his useless tiny wings. In all honesty he was carried by the power of his legs, and not at all by the futility of his flapping, but it was was pointless to mention this to the proud creature. He landed on Diamonique's shoulder and gave her a seductive croon, allured by the beauty of her hair, since it was crimson as such was parts of his own body. He even massaged his feet into her supple skin, as if testing her for a moment, but nonetheless it wasn't she that he turned his rainbow eyes on. No, it was the one she chose to speak with - Ka'aen. He even butted in after the redhead introduced herself, adding easily, And I am yoursssss. You know. Bringer of delights, and hungriest mandyr. We eat! Nuzzling the girl again he added, Brings purdy future matey too. Because who said you couldn't have your cake and eat it too?
Just as well, The High Priestess Green had made her selection too, though she was much more discriminatory about her choices, and wouldn't go by the one with the prettiest friends. She had emotions to worry about, and in one lonely soul, she found the perfect mind to meld with. Reserved as well the woman seemed, unwilling to expose her true thoughts in light of inquisition. No matter, the odd salamandyr was sure that they would do plenty of sharing before too long. Calling across the hatching the green seemed to practically sing, Busy you say? Meaning was implied in the silence, though not a word was spoken the sense that the green was unimpressed by the woman's lame excuses was evident. There better be plentyful time for her now that they were together after all.
Springing to the dark haired woman who just before seemed so intent on the clutch, she was unafraid to wedge herself into the conversation and make the short glide over to the conversing pair. At very least she was careful to wait for Kaius to finish speaking before making her presence known and making an uneasy aerial twist around Sydney's head. Her tail trailing out to tickle the skin of the woman's neck, she meant to illicit some kind of smile before curling in to latch against her chest and mesmerize her with the glittering markings that were pinned on her green hide. After a moment and a pulse of reassurance, The High Priestess Green finally gave a most simple, but elegant, Hello.
The Devil Egg - Impressed - Bronze - Ka'aen The Fool Egg - Impressed - Blue Jakemo - Kyr'n The Hanged Man Egg - Hatched - Brown - Stunned from his effort The Hermit Egg The Hierophant Egg The High Priestess Egg - Impressed - Green - Sydney The Lovers Egg The Magician Egg - Quaking hard, ready to explode
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Post by Lotty on Mar 26, 2012 0:13:48 GMT -5
The Devil Bronze
Name: Age: Hatchling Color: Bronze (#300A0A) Looks To:Ka'aen Physical Appearance: As if pulled from the abyss, this bronze lays claim to a hide as dark as the Stygian chasm from whence he came. An air of malevolence seems to swirl about the salamandyr; sickness lurks even in the glimpses of color that surface in warm and full light. Mossy in spots, yet stained with a bloody red in others, his shading is macabre if not carnivalesque. The majority of his body, including the broad sides of his torso and the length of his wings, legs, and tail speak of deep coppery undertones, shining like brushed metal from behind years and years of blackening fire and tarnish. With shifts in the light the color flickers like a flame, shiny metallic crimson licking up in tendrils along his flanks. A green smattering of pseudo mold, quite vibrant if noxious in hue, however, dashes itself along the mandyr's back to further facilitate the illusion of an old and ancient entity. Lively as it is, the color sprouts up in tiny uneven particles not just down his spine, but as accent to the edges of his wings and even the frayed borders of his otherwise deep vermilion half-frill. Pure ebony marks the tips of his toes as well as those bony spars that spread out alongside his face. Such superficial aspects of his appearance alone make him out to be the most magnificent of beasts, and that goes without even mentioning his size.
This bronze is huge, albeit not competition for his behemoth of a mother. His mass comes in the form of grotesque muscle, and not at all of the ropey, lean, and lithe type. It bundles, grouping heavily about his shoulders and hindquarters, transforming him into a small scale hulking brute. His tail, though long as requisite for his kind, is a tad less pliable and apt to be used as an extra hand. It has instead the strength of a hammer behind it, and with it's considerable girth can be whipped around like a small scale wrecking ball. Hardly to the standards of typical species physique, he serves instead as a virtual homage to the whers, even his wings seem stunted and small in comparison to the rest of his body. When the thick, leathery, and stout appendages flap their hardest they will appear to be fluttering in futility. Mere decoration they may serve, but he hardly needs anymore gifts than he has already received. For all of his size the extra muscle in his legs will give him a good advantageous leap, and his mouth, wide and deep, is lined not only with some dangerous pearly whites but powered by a steel trap of a jaw that will be eager to wrap around a firelizard's egg. If nothing else, this bronze is definitely impressive.
Personality: For as wild and bestial as he appears it is important that one remembers that he is in fact only that: feral and untamed, but not in fact evil. As hard as it may be to believe, the bronze is an eager leader, but hardly takes his victim - or rather his bonded - to their demise by hand. They are persuaded towards the extremes he so ardently adores and are encouraged to take part in his exuberance for all of the pleasures that can be found in life. With a whirl of his eyes and a gentle hum of his silky deep voice, he'll have his chosen pet serving his outrageous whims (and for the human's sake, they better learn to say NO and say it fast). Yes, this bronze takes nothing lightly. He eats a lot, he talks loudly, and he loves passionately. He lives the purely aesthetic life, desiring only to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy regardless of the consequences, probably because there isn't any as far off as his short sightedness allows him to see. As such, there is not a virtue that he can't press until they warp into vices, confidence becomes arrogance, and courage into foolhardiness, which will create nothing short of trouble for all parties involved.
He respects no true authority. Even his golden dam will have the weakest reign over his actions, so certainly words of reason can garner no respect. It is strength of will power alone that causes this one to wither or heel. Unrestrained the beast will take possession of his caretaker's living quarters - all that he sees is his domain - and claim particular control of their favorite chair, table, or pillow as his throne and center of operations. Because he is inherently lazy, a shoulder to ride on will be his primary mode of transportation, save for those times when primal urges take hold and he feels the need to rise from his languid state to feed or mate. In both these cases consider him messy, and watch out for the potential for blood. With a complex and refined palette he goes out of his way to procure the delicacy that is firelizard eggs, taking on any obstacles with fervor and tenacity. The same can be said for mating runs. He will chase everything just for the feeling it brings him, and do anything to thwart other chasers from winning the big prize including shows and reminders of his vast physical prowess. All of this with such little care for the feelings and outcomes it creates for the human to which he has bonded.
It is a wonder that he did not simply go wild, until one considers the fact that he is a creature of many needs but too few means. He will and has learned quickly - nearly from hatching - that his desires are fulfilled with the help of human hands, and since they are along for the ride, he merely wishes that his bonded would enjoy such pleasures too. He does not fully understand his role as a hindrance to those which he latches onto.
The High Priestess Green
Name: Age: Hatchling Color: Green (#7DFFD6) Looks To: Sydney Physical Appearance: Practically glowing, she possesses the type of skin so delicate and thin that it seems that one could peer through that ghostly, miasmic hide right through to her bones and organs... and you very nearly can. Tracing through the pale, radiant, waves of green are signs of finely threaded veins, shallow and peeping around the head and eyes, and then again in brief glimpses on her underbelly, pumping that very ichor which gives the salamandyr her odd phosphorescence and coats her little legs, wings, and frill. She is the very marriage of the sea and stars; her coloring like that of the surf, fluid and amorphous, hanging as close to a blue as green can be, but marked with the night sky's tell tale designs. Flecks of white shimmering in their brilliance fall down her spine like a trail of celestial matter, and swirl in a haphazard line at their most concentrated, before trailing off along her tail. Sitting solidly, and prominently however, like a blessing upon her very forehead, lies a sickle shaped luciform; a crescent moon from which all else appears to be nothing more than dust in its wake.
This one seems, in short, otherworldly; in touch with some immaculate foreign forces. This confidence is embedded in her very carriage; she holds her head high with regal poise, with her frill fanned out in perpetual pomp. Her only apparent flaw even seems to be a touch artful: the spars which hold that glassy thin membrane around her countenance is set at angle... a gentle one of course, pulling the frill up into a crown, or more appropriately, a halo. As can be expected from a creature born with such auspicious signs of piety, there is a general sense of elegance in her every movement, every twist of her neck into gentle s-curves or curl of her tail into tender and protective rings around her seated body. Matured in her pride, she manages to carry her self esteem without arrogance or self-delusions, and her exceptionally large, fully workable wings are kept loosely closed more often than not, cloaking her body and hiding the dangerous ivory talons she possess. As the largest lady of the clutch, and unspoken heir to her mother's grandeur, she is truly a sight to behold, and not to be taken in with short fleeting moments... even despite the fact the fact that staring, in most cases, is rude.
Personality: From the moment those rainbow shaded eyes turn upon you, there is that deep instant connect that can't be questioned or broken... and baby, you better be ready for it, because this one can hook a person like no other salamandyr known to man. She becomes as one with those she deems to keep, seeding herself in her bonded's brain until her thoughts and feels seem intrinsic to their own. Movements, emotions, every involuntary throb of the heart or stir of air in the lungs is shared on an unspoken level, creating what may be called, the most perfect of reciprocal relationships a draconoid can make with a human. One would be mistaken to call it an infestation. Consider it instead a gift - to be so curiously granted with the phantom urges and immaculate knowledge sprung from the green's virtual vault of mental secrets. After all, she is one who seeks to lift the veil of Maya, dissolve the illusion of this life and discover how it is that she fits into the larger world. Quite a daunting set of tasks for what is, in the grand scheme of things, a relatively small individual, but one she is more than willing to take upon herself; she has the assurance that her bonded is doomed to follow her along in this mission.
For all of her connections, and willingness to divulge a emphatic pulse of emotion with her chosen, don't expect this one to actually make much of a peep out loud. She is graced with near perfect grammar, but shows her relation to her hermit brother well, proving to be just as reticent with orality - though markedly her silence is rooted instead in a preference for secrecy and a desire for complete control over herself as well as others. Average folk simply aren't as sentient as they seem, and she is weary to share her wisdom with the fickle masses. So while most others will only receive the most diplomatic of answers when quizzed or inquired about - and yes, the green knows well how to be polite, if stern with her language - only a select few will pierce through the icy reserve that she emanates.
Good or bad, light or dark, this mandyr has the ability to somehow be everything to everybody, because opposites always entail each other. One knows her benevolence for her crueler moments just as one knows what is big only in relation to that which is small. This constant play of contrasts, the almost illogical juxtaposition of complete disclosure and stubborn privacy should not be surprising for anyone who understands that she is but teetering on the edge - practicing her own balance as she juggles the yin and yang of her very own personality.
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Post by Aftershock on Mar 26, 2012 6:42:32 GMT -5
Reaching her aunt, Cairenn went to automatically give her a hug, but then suddenly stopped herself... she was a Candidate now, and Roselle was a dragonrider... whether she was her aunt or not, Roselle had rank on her niece now, and Cairenn figured it might not be a good idea to act too friendly and make people think there was some kind of favoritism going on. She refused to even risk getting her aunt in trouble because of displays of affection, and so she dropped her arms lamely, giving her aunt an awkward smile as she answered, "The chores weren't really exciting, aunt... er, Roselle," she quickly corrected herself, avoiding the overfamiliar term of "auntie", "but this hatching is certainly interesting." She listened to her aunt describe salamandyrs, and nodded in understanding.
Suddenly, she saw a small creature appear from nowhere and land on Roselle's shoulder for a moment, before launching itself away and vanishing again. Cairenn was about to open her mouth and ask her aunt what that was, when suddenly it was directly on her head, looking in her face. Cairenn sat frozen, watching the strange creature as it stared at her, and suddenly recognized it... a firelizard. She had never seen one this close, before, and she smiled and began reaching up to carefully pet the green when it suddenly chirped, and Cairenn heard T'ri's statement, turning to look in his direction. Before she had a chance to return her attention to the firelizard, it had taken off and disappeared again, landing on the man's shoulder.
Cairenn stood silently as Roselle and this new T'ri person spoke, a smile crossing her features as Roselle acted protective towards her. She listened as Roselle spoke of his nature, and Cairenn could see it herself in his actions and manner. After a moment, though, Cairenn couldn't help but notice how Roselle acted around T'ri, the flush of her cheeks and attempt to avoid looking at him... there was obviously more between this man and her aunt than Cairenn was being told. T'ri had obviously done something to Roselle that made Roselle uncomfortable, and that, combined with his apparently lazy and shiftless nature, made Cairenn instantly dislike the man, her features growing dark as she crossed her thin arms across her petite chest.
Then, Roselle was shooing her towards the nest, and though Cairenn fought against the dismissal for a moment, not wanting to leave her aunt with a man that obviously made her uncomfortable, she finally relented as she realized that Roselle might simply want to leave, and ending their conversation by moving towards the hatching would be the best way to let Roselle have an excuse for exiting the dining hall. She used her slight frame to slip past the few people in front of her until she finally reached a place she could see the nest from, near a trio of a boy a little older than her, an older man with Candidate knots like herself, and what appeared to be a young greenrider woman. Not knowing the three, Cairenn did not even acknowledge them, as they seemed to be involved in a conversation among themselves anyway, and began watching the nest just as a large nasty-looking salamandyr jumped into the crowd, and a very pretty green one fluttered across to land on the chest of a teenaged girl. Looking back at the nest, she saw there was a brown salamandyr baby still sitting in the remains of his egg, a rapidly shaking egg, and three eggs that seemed unmoving still.
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Post by Sheari on Mar 26, 2012 8:03:02 GMT -5
HE. WAS. LATE! He was late and his Queen had called him and...ooohhhh she would be so mad! Asshat writhed and squirmed in the pouch he had been TIED INSIDE trying to free himself. He needed to get OUT! R'men was getting a mental barage of rage and hate fit a queen dragon from the little brown. This simply WOULD NOT do! Every harsh word and venomous phrase was being launched at the man that the Salamandyr could think of. This was HIS fault, the man! Entirely R'men's fault that Asshat was missing the hatching of his own babies! One of them might be his next queen, even!
R'men placed a hand on the writhing pouch to try and shush Asshat. He had put the lizard in the pouch for his own good. The brown had sat there on his mound over the clutch, slowly wasting away because he refused to eat unless food was brought to him. Such a public place for the eggs had made him nervous. He knew that humans were clumsy fools and he had joined in the attacks when one of the stupid creatures had ventured too close. Everytime in his mind he had seen the worst outcome! Someone slipping and falling and landing on his precious children. The thought crossed his mind again with the idea of so many people swarming the clutch. In a panic Asshat began to chew through the fabric. Once a tiny hole had been made he began to wiggle through, snapping and biting at R'men's hand all the way.
Once free, Asshat made the world's maddest dash for the dining hall. He leapt and bounded, scrambling up higher places when he could to try and fly where it was more benficial. He trusted his legs more than his wings like a true 'mandyr should, but being so small and unable to between made his progress a bit slow. Eventually the hall came in sight and a very out of breath Asshat found a scrap of meat to carry in his mouth for his queen. Oh she would be so mad! I COME MY QUEEN LEVI!! MY STUPID ASSHATMINE 'NAPPED ME AND TIED UP!! SCARS TO PROVE! SCARS TO PROVE! Through his full mouth with the gift/bribe/don't-kill-me-please meat the brown hissed at anyone not with a small Salamandyr in their hands.
Upon his empty throne Shells had not yet taken his seat and Asshat landed there with a flourish. In quick sucession he dropped the gift (for the babies if Levi so chose) and puffed his little body up as large as it would go. Stupid fool mine 'napped me and kept away. Not my fault, not my fault! Clearly she would understand, right? Levi was a smart queen, after all. Not at all like stupid fool R'men. The bronzerider took his chance to stumble in with a bleeding hand and a torn pantleg. He limped over to the crowd and got close enough to what of the clutch remained. Grabbing a nearby cloth napkin, her wrapped his bites and sat down. His ankle had been twisted and he'd have to have a healer look at it because he'd heard a not-very-friendly pop. Weith was next in line for his mindmates to have a clutch, but at least then the bronze wouldn't sit in sand and waste away because his gold demanded he stay.
Hopefully his blood didn't attract tiny Asshat-spawn vultures. Then again, he'd probably get attacked again if the brown didn't get to have at least one of his so-called babies (because in R'men's mind, either King or Asshat could be the father and he was for King just to spite Asshat) to "teach".
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Post by Avu on Mar 26, 2012 12:31:34 GMT -5
You talk big, butterfly… because of course Sparath wasn’t just going to let Romeoth get away with that kind of flagrant flirtation, the smaller bronze’s voice dipping into a secretive, playfully mocking purr, So tempting, the game you say you play, but I don’t seem to be getting swept off my feet…can’t lift me up butterfly? Not that it mattered; Sparath’s head tilted and his voice smoothed into more sweet agreeability, It’s rather offensive you think Mine simply must Impress a green you know…however lovely they are there are others to take into account, he’s thinking curses at a blue right now as a matter of fact…
Although to be perfectly honest, Ce’thian was not thinking curses so much as blurting them in surprise; his eyes went round at the sudden bright blue Salamandyr in his face and he immediately raised one hand to rub his nose awkwardly, his expression crinkling in wry amused disbelief. He slanted an indulgently chagrined glance at K’ian for the man’s guffaws, allowing himself to be tugged back away from the clutch with sheepish amiability; he got along with people just fine but unpredictable little creatures of chaos were apparently beyond him, probably because he hadn’t actually been thinking before he’d spoken.
Although—well, he’d be impressed (har har) if the creature had actually heard him, so whatever.
He hadn’t been cut, anyway, so he was willing to accept it in good humor as an inevitable risk of Salamandyr Hatchings, “I see my suffering pleases you, I’ll be sure and hurt myself in new and inventive ways every time you’re disgruntled with Romeoth. I think it’ll raise Weyr morale at least by twenty percent, but I could be being modest, what do you think…”
Ce’thian slanted a slightly doubtful glance back at the eggs—a few more had Hatched, a few more had Impressed, and a few full-grown Salamandyrs had made their debut, although to what ends Ce’thian wasn’t particularly sure. Flatter the queen, probably; that was obviously a thing for males, wasn’t it. Even Sparath—well. No. Sparath didn’t do the conventional flirting and fawning because he was too busy making an impression, by which Ce’thian meant annoying the living daylights out of the queens probably, but whatever.
“Where’s Mouse? She could protect you from the babies…her mere presence would be just so intimidating…” And most people didn’t Impress more than one Salamandyr, right, so if he was just watching then surely it would’ve been smarter to bring along the green. “More intimidating than me, I mean, as you’ve just discovered.”
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Post by Lotty on Mar 26, 2012 13:06:48 GMT -5
The Hanged Man Brown shook off his moment of cloudiness and confusion and propped himself upon his delicate feet. Sure now of what he was to do, the mandyr took his first steps towards these funny looking folk in front of him, when the bomb finally decided to burst and reveal in full The Magician Green who had laid in wait inside. When the calamity settled it was plainly clear that the mandyr within was completely poised and ready for action, holding her head high and frill completely unfurled as if to say, here I am! A true showman this one was, and she certainly had no qualms about it, even if her sibling felt otherwise. The Hanged Man Brown was less than impressed after all, and delayed his search to scoff for a moment at his sister, shooting over his shoulder at her with a bored and grating, Really? She couldn't possibly be serious after all?
In a clutch all about duality, it should be no surprise that in moments of great turmoil, other more subtle actions can go overlooked, and such was the case for The Lovers Egg. Never truly gaining the warmth it need, it sort of fizzled there on the sands, making a weak struggle before it simply imploded upon itself. As one of the largest eggs, it was fully expected to reveal a creature most magnificent. Instead what was uncovered was a sad reality - not everyone is so lucky as to lead a blessed life. What began to crawl out from the egg was the head of a meager green, paled for her concerted effort, though obviously at one point darker in hue. Small as she is, it is readily obvious that The Lover Green was not the only occupant of the large shell, and ignoring the crowd, she turned about in place to look at the wreckage from which she emerged, pawing at the body which remained inside. After a moment she made a pitiful cry and hunkered down into the sand.
The Devil Egg - Impressed - Bronze - Ka'aen The Fool Egg - Impressed - Blue Jakemo - Kyr'n The Hanged Man Egg - Hatched - Brown - Considering his options The Hermit Egg The Hierophant Egg The High Priestess Egg - Impressed - Green - Sydney The Lovers Egg - Hatched - Green - Pawing at something still within her shell The Magician Egg - Hatched - Green - Emerging from the wreckage with a spectacular flourish
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