It's Quite an Elaborate Scheme (Dael's Clutch)

[ace]

You want a squigle lizard Yes?

Mina had been 'dutifully' avoiding the kitchens, keeping away from the headwoman's sharp eyes. Chores where probabally one of the most boring part of living the the weyr, but it was all worth it in the end. Impressing Kunth was one of the best experiences of her life, and it was worth the tedious chores for her to stay in the weyr with her partner.

Kunth's statement, had shaken Mina out of her trance, and caught her full attention. Squiggle Lizard? Salamanders! Of course, they must be hatching! The girl had noticed the clutch in the hatching sands, surrounded by knives almost immediately after they had been laid there. She had been vying for a chance to impress one of the little salamanders, and had been waiting with impatience for the day of their hatching. "Kunth I'll be by the Hatching Sands if you need me!" Kunth looked with indignition upon her rider. I'm going with you! Don't you know how dangerous the useless squiggle things are!? They could eat you alive! You must be protected!

Mina snickered, and ran flat out toward the hatching clutch, with Kunth trailing behind her, running akwardly with her wings stretched out for balance. Without waiting for her green to catch up, Mina found an empty space around the clutch, and waited patiantly with a meatroll in hand for the baby salamanders to hatch and impress.

(Bleh, museless post)

[Requiem]

Wonderful reaction there. Surprise, then glare. Fine then. He'd expected as much, really, the man's hands moving out to take the bowl from him without thought. His mind, however, was already going miles a minute. F'ur didn't usually put himself in vulnerable situations with people, and this would have to be one of the first times that when he did the other just took advantage of it. Fine then. He wasn't above petty vengeances. The trickster still had a few tricks up his sleeve, he did.

Flinging meat, was he? F'ur glanced at the flying gob and winced sympathetically. Not entirely mature, that - not that he really had any right to say anything. He was far from mature a good deal of the time. He caught the end of F’lix’s smile and it threw him, once again, into questioning himself. The smart thing to do would be to ask, of course, but this was hardly the time or place and…and, well, it would make it all too obvious just how insecure he was and that didn’t sit well with him if the younger man was toying with him. He’d been gone so long. There’s no excuse for that when you lived right next to each other, and his invitation had been as clear as possible.

“Do I want one?” He’d never actually considered it seriously. They were cute, small things. Quite potentially useful as spies or menaces, and certainly smart enough…though perhaps not willing. But you took that chance with anything intelligent. The kicker, however, was Inocenth. F’ur would not be going back north, and he didn’t want his blue getting bored. The rain of ichor in his mind’s eye made him wince. Inocenth did not handle boredom well. Maybe having something else to concentrate on…Sure, why not?

But F’lix didn’t want one, and F’ur was still in enough of a mood to take great pleasure out of watching the kitten squirm as much as he was inside. If he knew F’ur had decided to try to entice one of the little ones, he probably wouldn’t come down. “Seem like an awful pain in the neck to me.” No way that one of the mandyrs would get all the way up here though. He couldn’t even see them. Even if he rolled around in meat…”How do you expect to watch the Hatching from here? Might as well have stayed in your weyr…you can’t even see anything.”

Yes, definitely trying to confuse him with contact. More of the same hot/cold shit. He made a mental note to hash it out with F’lix later in a more private setting. For now, though…”Can’t really throw the bowl down there, and I want to have a look.” So saying, he left, not caring if the removal of his foot threw F’lix off-balance or not, trotting down the steps and onto the sands. He swiftly pocketed a good deal of meat when at an angle the younger rider most likely wouldn’t see him. No suggestion for F’lix to follow. No suggestion he was after a salamandyr himself. And now he’d give away the meat…with any luck, he’d have a curious kitten at his elbow in a moment.

Yes, F’ur could be quite devious.

Oh, perfect, perfect. His grin spread from ear-to-ear. The gold wherhandler from the archives. Two birds with one stone? Get F’lix down here and saddle Eikane with a creature he didn’t want. It wasn’t actually cruel, when you thought of it. People might protest a bonding, but they always loved their bond. It would just be amusing to F’ur, and satisfy his peevish urge to act out against the people who insisted on wronging him. He pranced up and put the bowl - significantly lighter now - in Eikane’s hands. “Good luck, harper,” he told the man cheerfully, before practically skipping around to a good spot where he could see everything.

He cocked his head curiously, fingering the meat in his pocket, before crouching low to the sands. It wasn’t close enough to throw suspicion on him, but he could see them, and they could likely smell the meat. And really…he was inviting any who wanted him, which was more than he could say for most of the pussies here. They were salamandyrs. Was there really anything that scary about something so tiny? And with so much potential for mischief? Come here, little distraction, come here.

[Ember]

Dsoleth perked up as he recognized the voice calling his name. Jingth, the brown said warmly in greeting. He watched her sprawl next to him and leaned his head over to nose her gently. He rumbled at the very idea that His would actually want one. Mine is very much against getting a squirmy. I figured it couldn't hurt to come. The brown's tone was filled with mischief as he took a glance at the happenings inside the grounds. Rather pointless glance, considering he couldn't see anything of note from where he was anyways.

T'san was thoroughly uninterested in the little beasts hatching before him. Silly brown making him come here. He watched the first two hatch, blinking slightly at the odd patterning of the green. She was - Ack! Loud and noisy! He ignored the almost plant-like colouring as the green shrieked at the blue. Even T'san felt a pang of pity for the creature stuck with the attention of that green. Despite his pity the brownrider couldn't help but grin at the bouncing though. The green certainly was...neurotic and, again, loud. This time the green had resorted to broadcasting her emotions in speech and the brownrider ineffectually clapped his hands to his ears.

If all the others are like these two I'm out of here, he told his brown darkly. It was a bit too late to leave. T'san realzed this as the Very Loud Green actually approached him and climbed up his clothes. "Oh shards." He stared with wide-eyed surprise as the green's mind positively invaded his. That was a depth of bonding on a dragon scale. Looks like you have little choic but to accept her. Imagine the volume of her screeching if you didn't. The brownrider stared at the mandyr a moment longer while fishing in his pocket for the meatrolls he'd intended to eat while at the river with Dsoleth. "Well, umm, I guess you need this huh?" the brownrider asked, waving a meatroll in front of her face.

Oh good! He did not hate her! She really hadn't meant to kill her clutchsib and Hers knew that right? Right!? The green bit into the meatroll, eyes whirling a yellow as she stared at T'san. It was a little unnerving really...Sensing the little green's alarm growing T'san hastily said, "Er...you should eat. Babies need to eat after all." He tore off the majority of the meatroll, leaving her with a small bit that she continued to hold in her teeth. As she finally swallowed it, her tail whipped around and she declared, Loveyouloveyou. The melding of thoughts was more unnerving than the stare. Love, adoration...logic told him they were her emotions and thoughts but he felt otherwise. "I suppose...you need a name..." T'san watched the green but nothing came to mind right away. Well, might as well stick around a while until he figured something out.

((Will post Eikane the next time.))

[rii]

F'lix blinked at F'ur as he walked away.. talking about not wanting a salamandyr then going down.. and crouching in the sands. He could have come back, but apparently the half-wit nuisances were more interesting.. oh well. No, no invitation had been made to follow.. and F'lix just let the man go (why make an eager pest of himself?) F'lix brushed it aside, refusing to worry himself over it, and went back to.. squinting at the small slivers of color viewable from his position. There were.. too many people in the way, and yes, he couldn't see that well. It would be over soon. Might as well get close enough to see how small the baby mandyrs were.. just a quick peek to sate his curiosity–that's why he had come, after all.

With a resigning sigh, F'lix plucked the piece of meat from his lap, rose to his feet and cautiously made his way to the crowded throng of hopefuls. At least now he could peer questioningly at the former Benden bronzer–F'lix couldn't remember his name, but when had he gotten here. More and more of them seemed to trickle in.. and F'lix was starting to get a bit on edge about the new arrivals. Fearing to see one face in particular. Especially after seeing that dragon in the sky..

F'lix absently shifted his right arm slightly behind himself, curling fingers inward to hide the splint holding two of his fingers together. A subconscious action, he was use to tilting and turning his body in a way to avoid showing injuries, weaknesses. He weaved through the crowd, leather boots sinking slightly in the heated sands as he shifted apart from them–all the mandyrs could go to eager ones and their handfuls of meat. (not really noticing he still held a piece.. ) Oh look, one annoyance had bonded to a bigger one.

Tiny things.. annoying things..

Golden eyes watched the little creature emerge from their equally miniature shells. A bit colorful.. individual.. couldn't really make out the individual patterns without getting closer–a risk he was not willing to make. F'lix took to studying the eggs instead of the troublesome pests. Wouldn't do if he caught one's eye, no no.

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"Aw.. they're so cuuute~"

Trel gushed at the little squirmy colors in the warm sands. The theif had taken to crouching on one of the boards among the legs of all those standing. And that awkward, slightly portly fella.. Quintrell felt no sympathy for him as he unlaced the man's boots. What was he all huffing and crossing his arms about anyway? Seemed kind of old to be impressing on anything.

The thief.. didn't really want one, after his fiasco with sprite's running, but it didn't stop him from babbling adorations at the small creatures. Now only if that golden queenie would bugger off away so the thief could try to lift a few pieces out of their treasure cove. Quintrell did recognize the bronze–Showoff. So this is what the critter had meant by collector of shinies... and the gold, that must be Dael?

[neeuqtar]

It was always impressive how quickly people flooded into Hatchings--even the Hatchings of little monsters like salamandyrs. Uu'n balanced on Adith's leg as the humanity poured in. Some came on dragonwings, others strode across the Sands in thick boots, others picked their way along the narrow boards laid in a path to the tabletop which was already getting full. Some of them brought flits... others brought... birds. Uu'n's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything at first.

K’lirmylove is going to the stands to talk to Jingth’s[/i] Baoth's voice sang to Adith. You might wish to warn Yours that the little worm-cousin is having fits over that avian. Mine would do something but he’s distracted. Adith tilted his head to glance at the greenweyrling.

Thank you, Baoth,[/i] Adith said gravely. He had a fondness for the serpentine green--she seemed to be clever and intelligent, and her Choice had quite possibly saved the person His loved the most. I will let Mine know.

Of course, he didn't really have to--Uu'n had a fairly good idea already. Showoff's strident voice cut through the minds of those present, while Dael left the vocalizing to her mate, instead leaping vertically, her wings sprawling wide, catching the rising air coming off the heated Sands. As the red darter dove for her Clutch, she snapped her wings, shooting forward and snapping at the creature. Deathh~ she hissed into its mind, having narrowly missed its wing. I kill. Slowly, she spiraled down, landing on a blade plunged pointy-bit down: her throne.

Havoc had been wreaked by her babies. The Rattlesnake Green was looking guiltily up at her, and Dael fixed her offspring with a stern stare for whatever it was she had done before turning her ruby eyes to observe the invading force. Offensive. She hated them. She wanted them all to die. Soft. The suzerainty spreads, salamandyr sovereign, Adith said solemnly.

"Please get the featherdusters out of here," the bluerider said loudly, pitching his voice to carry. "This is not their private hunting grounds." He glared at the people who seemed most engaged with the birds. Uu'n had never really seen a good reason to keep them, except maybe for hunting. Certainly not as pets. And what is up with you today? Uu'n asked, giving his dragon a look. You are in such a weird mood.

Adith laughed silently, shifting slightly to give Uu'n a better perch. I am soothing the little mother, he informed his rider. Baoth wished me to inform you that Hers is in the Stands, with Jingth's.[/color]

Jingth? Uu'n asked, leaning out and holding onto the straps, hanging out over the Sands, with one foot braced on Adith's foreleg. He caught sight of K'lir and waved, working hard to keep the smile off his face. Seeing K'lir was like seeing the sun after a day in the mines.

The little queen, clutchsister to Baoth.

Ah. No reason to feel jealous, he told himself. It wasn't like a queenrider would be another man, after all...

[Rowana]

Akyo glared at everyone and shrieked again. This was so unfair! No one liked the pesky worms and he wanted one. He had almost gotten the green one too, before it ran off to some human. Fine, he huffed, let the humans have their silly worms. The shiny worms were angry and they were too dangerous to eat. Maybe it was time to call it off. The big darter made him more nervous than any stupid worm creature. With a squawk of indignation, Akyo flew up to sit on Garaeth's head. He ruffled his feathers in annoyance. It just wasn't fair.

Garaeth watched the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. Darters were funny creatures. More so than salamandyrs and fire lizards because they didn't share a bond. Perhaps that was why His had such a hard time with the little red one. At least Akyo had stopped and was well out of the way. I am sorry for the trouble, he sent to Adith, sorrowfully. The red avian is not very smart at times. He did learn though, and Garaeth was fairly confidant that Akyo would watch the rest of the hatching in moody silence.

T'ke breathed a sigh of relief. Akyo was gone, and no one seemed to have notice his outburst exept for Uu'un. T'ke looked up at him apologetically, but he doubted the man would hear him well from here. He would have to apologize in person later. Sharding darter! When he found the person who had planted that egg on him, he was going to be sorry. Not that T'ke had any idea what he could possible do to make someone sorry, but he was sure he could think of something. He gave Dael a quick bow too, out of politeness. Queens were testy creatures.

Now that the excitement was mostly over, T'ke's leg had decided to remind him why he hadn't run like that in months. He sat down on the sand and rubbed his burning muscles. The bone had only just healed and it was still sore. Maybe he'd just rest a minute before heading back. He didn't have any meat on him and a salamandyr wouldn't come if he didn't have food, right? He sure hoped not. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with one of the pesky creatures on top of Akyo.

[glamourie]

“Closer?” K’lir inquired in disinterest. “Even this close, you’d be lucky to see much – newborn salamandyrs aren’t even the length of a finger.” He shrugged and smiled lopsidedly. “I’ve seen enough of the little monsters, I’m not particularly impressed by them anymore. Showoff is down there, so he can take care of whatever is needed.” Actually, K’lir was able to feel Showoff’s upset – the salamandyr was ready to panic at the darters (though fortunately, the salamandyr babies did not seem to notice them). Nevertheless, Uu’n was on the Sands – he could chase the avians off. Or Baoth could. K’lir glanced down at her with a silent mental prod that was anything but innocent, but appealed to the green’s sense of justice quite well. He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted. She was smart enough to figure it out. His attention focused on Meira, he shrugged, “But if you’d prefer to stay closer, that’s your choice. It’s unlikely that a salamandyr will come this far given that there’s plenty of people up close, but – I personally don’t want to overhear the talking.” He shrugged; it was Meira’s choice, really. They could stay or go. He didn’t expect any salamandyrs to be bold enough to come to the Stands, simply because of how far of a run it was. And it was more than just a little run, seeing as the Sands were built to accommodate dragon hatchings. Inconvenient choice of clutching for Dael… but amusing nonetheless.

The red avian caught Baoth’s attention and the green dragonet climbed, haphazardly, into the Stands. It was quite the sight to watch as she made her way across the steps as much as a partially grown green could, her wings twitching. She prowled forward, hoping that the sounds of the hatching would be distracting enough to Garaeth and the winged menace to keep them from noticing. Because Baoth intended to eat the little monster. He thought it was okay to eat the babies of the Showoff cousin, and she was all about fairplay. If he got to try and eat them – well, she got to try and eat him. And she was betting he’d taste good. Her movements on the ground were agile, slender and neat; it was definitely an evil plot.

K’lir reached one hand up to rub his nose and glanced over at Meira. “I wanted to ask you if you knew of any explanation for why a child doesn’t make any noise.” He fidgeted awkwardly. “Kahrelir’s nearly three turns old and he’s said all of one word, in the entire time he’s been alive. One word. It was clear, and he seems normal – functional – but… I’m worried. I don’t know what causes that and – I thought you might. Or you might be willing to help me figure out what it is. I don’t want R’wign helping because he’ll just fuss over Riaren, but I also don’t really trust most of the healers.” He didn’t like healers as a rule. K’lir didn’t like most people, but… “I don’t want to worry R’wign, if it can be helped. Will you help me?”

On the sands, the Scorpion Bronze gave another low hiss toward his clutchsibling, obviously annoyed. Ironically, the Oleander Green did not appear to notice; instead, she prowled forward, nosing in the sand as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Her gaze continually slid back to the Jellyfish Blue and after a moment’s thought, she walked over and sat down squarely next to him in an obvious show of protectiveness; he was hers, she’d decided, and she would keep him safe until he woke back up. Someone had to, and she was strong enough to be his protector. Her frill flared defiantly and she curled her tail around her body, looking very much like a pensive feline. It might have been comical if not for how unusual the posture was on a salamandyr of all creatures. As it was, she definitely looked protective. And dominant, very, very dominant.

What an irritation. The Scorpion Bronze eyed his clutchsister for a moment before finally unfurling, with a half-glance over his shoulder that probably was clear indication of his interest. He flared his wings and watched the crowds forming around him curiously, before looking back at Dael as though to ask “Really? Really? This is the best that you have to offer to me?” If ever there was any doubt as to whether or not he suited his color, those worries would have been washed away in the look on his face. He certainly was not a happy salamandyr. He curled against himself and took to grooming his hide in a fashion decidedly feline, his frill flared just enough to be impressive without threatening; he’d pick one of them when he was good and ready but they just were not worth his time. He wasn’t even sure he liked most of them. They were… boring. He was certain that he could do better, but he’d examine them again in a moment. Maybe.

Hates, Showoff said viciously from his perch; he was watching the two avians with rapt attention, his anger making his hide seem to gleam. Featherduster GONE go ‘way. Hates. Showoff hates. Showoff kill. Hates. Go. No eat. Go.

While the three salamandyr hatchlings ignored their surroundings, another egg began to hatch. The Deathstalker Egg gave a violent shudder before finally cracking away to reveal a blue so pale as to be fascinating. He unfurled from the goop of shattered eggs, his wings twitching, and his eyes whirled before he looked up at the clutch. A curious look went across his face – why were so many lingering? Well, fine, that was their problem. He stood up and stretched out, showing off. If they wanted to be fools and not get delicious food, that was their problem, but he was smart enough to go get something to eat. So that in mind, he turned to look at the people assembled around the eggs before leaping to his feet. He was just about to run off when a sound that could only be described as a scoff escaped the Scorpion Bronze. He leapt forward in indignant fury, flaring his frill, and bounced across the Sands, much to the amusement of his larger clutchbrother. The Scorpion Bronze watched the huffing, spitting, angry blue in thought before leaning down to lick his claws in a show of disinterest. Was he supposed to be frightened?

HATE! the Deathstalker Blue proclaimed, leaping around. All of his exuberance caused the shy little Jellyfish Blue to rouse, but he did not appear to notice, still leaping around the Scorpion Bronze. He’d fight him, he would. HATE!

The Jellyfish Blue roused with a start and jumped up, half-colliding with the Oleander Green in the process. She patiently watched him, but his gaze was on his clutchbrothers in worry. Squeaking, he actually bolted away from the nest, as fast as he possibly could. He didn’t watch where he was running, more eager to get away from the fighting and the violence (didn’t they know that wasn’t very smart?) than anything else. He slammed head-first into someone’s foot and came to an abrupt halt, seeing stars. His head lifted up to see F’ur and he squeaked anxiously, Nooooo! Bolting up the bluerider’s leg, he zipped around his waist, up his chest and came to cling square at the middle of his face; he’d obviously made his choice – this one could keep him safe, right, right? Noooooooo! He looked up, ready to beg for protection when he noticed it – blood. He’d drawn tiny specks of blood with his claws. His eyes went pure white before the salamandyr went limp, falling right off F’ur’s face into the sand at his feet, completely unconscious. Again.

HATE!

Still ignoring the prancing and showing off Deathstalker Blue, the Scorpion Bronze languidly uncurled. His frill flared more widely and he tilted his head, listening. Then he leapt to his feet and moved forward – comically, right at the same time as the Deathstalker Blue leapt at him, and his pale clutchbrother slid across the sands, obviously dazed. He was quickly joined by the Oleander Green who was clearly in a hurry to care for him and make sure he was unharmed. But the Scorpion Bronze ignored the blue and green pair, walking across the sands like a king, though… if one were to look closely, it would be obvious the amusement he derived from their behavior; ridiculous, they were. Like he cared what they thought of him. He chuffed to himself before weaving through the crowd, careful not to end up under foot, before he came to nose at a boot being unlaced. His head turned and he looked straight at Quintrell before speaking for the first time since his hatching:

Food better. It was a simple command; stop wasting time playing and feed him already. Jeez. Was it that hard to understand, really? He’d thought better of his. Really.

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01. Rattlesnake Egg Impressed: Green ? to T'san
02. Black Widow Egg
03. Dart Frog Egg
04. Oleander Egg hatched: green; examining the Deathstalker Blue
05. Jellyfish Egg Impressed: Blue ? to F'ur
06. Scorpion Egg Impressed: Bronze ? to Quintrell
07. Brown Recluse Egg
08. Gila Monster Egg
09. Belladonna Egg
10. Cobra Egg
11. Deathstalker Egg hatched: face-planted blue
12. Lionfish Egg

[glamourie]

Jellyfish Blue

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue #B5A8F9
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: T'ke
Looks To: F'ur

Physical Description: Elegant and stream-lined is this salamandyr, most appropriately looking like little more than a ribbon of cloth when he moves about, as though his body is being blown around on the wind. His body is on the long side, easily giving him enough grace to make him appear large for his color, but so thin that anyone who looked at him might mistake him for little more than a blue flower petal. Aside from how thin his body is, he looks otherwise well proportioned: his legs are average for his body, so he will be neither exceptionally fast or slow, but gifted at climbing even if he does stick out like a sore thumb. His wings are more slender than most blue salamandyr’s, but he will be able to do quick leaps from point A to point B when necessary without straining himself; never-the-less, chasing firelizards is probably out of the question as true flight will exceed his capabilities. His long tail is excellent for gripping, which will be good since his build makes him great at jumping around from places, and indeed he is an expert at daring leaps and dives through the air – though he is comical to behold, no doubt earning second and third stares flying across various rooms. His frill, the final touch to his otherwise neat looking appearance, is on the small side for a salamandyr and barely looks like a frill at all when flared. Rather, it resembles oddly shaped ears that make him unusual to look at… like a lizard-elephant hybrid, almost.

This blue’s appearance is only highlighted by an unusually colored body. Pale, almost shimmering blue is the backwash of his hide, definitely on the lighter end of the spectrum but the shade has elements of purple that can be a little unusual to behold; indeed, his hide almost appears transparent when stared at from afar, especially with the way that shadows play off the color. Up close, though, it’s obvious that this isn’t exact. There are darker blue spots down the line of his back, coalescing into an arrow pointing down the line of his tail, adding an element of depth to the glistening skin. When caught by the light, his hide sparkles a blue-violet shade that almost appears to resemble uncut amethysts. This highlighted shade is prominently visible when he flares his almost-nonexistent frill, which is darker than the rest of his body by a noticeable degree, and a shade of blue with distinct purple undertones. This is one salamandyr who never gets boring to look at!

Personality: ‘Shy’ would be an accurate description of this salamandyr. Typically hiding, this little guy likes to peek around corners and watch people, staring with wide eyes. His mindmate’s hair is his favorite place to hide, right on the back of the scalp so that he can peak over the top of his mindmate’s head at everyone approaching or all around him. The reason for this shyness is that he’s distinctly pessimistic: everyone is liable to dislike him so there’s no reason for him to approach him. End result? This salamandyr doesn’t have a lot to say. He says a lot more with his behavior than he does with actual words, and His will have to quickly learn how to read his moods. He always – always – expects the worst of every situation to happen and thus doesn’t like taking any kind of risks. Safe is better, safe is very good. Everything ‘new’ that His tries to get into will result in this blue having the salamandyr equivalent of a meltdown. No taking risks! No doing daring things! Doesn’t His know that this sort of thing could get them killed? He’s not eager to die!

And verbal flailing is really only one of many comical displays of panic this salamandyr projects. Yes, his initial reaction to danger is to literally thrash his frill around and leap about hysterically. That’s just the tip of the ice berg, though. For instance, this salamandyr cannot handle the sight of blood and violence. Watching someone – anyone! – bleed results in him fainting. Yes, full on fainting, actually falling over onto his back and twitching his little claws unconsciously. Violence has very similar effects: He can’t handle seeing anything or anyone get hurt, and he full-on faints at that as well. This can be very hilarious to watch as this salamandyr might be perched on someone’s head when he suddenly falls over backwards unconscious. Unfortunately, little bruises aren’t going to be unusual for him because he does faint regularly, and pretty much with no regard to his own welfare. Blood? Ack, down he goes. His will have to take special care to make sure that he doesn’t end up constantly harmed!

Another comical thing about this salamandyr is how hilariously bad with the opposite gender he is. Greens and golds can literally walk all over him and he’ll do anything they ask (short of violence) just because holy moly, they’re paying attention to him!!! Should he ever manage to catch a female, he’ll lavish her in praise beyond belief and constant gifts. This is one little guy who is incredibly affectionate! He always expects the worst, so managing to snare himself a lady is beyond surprising to him, and he’ll be determined to keep her. Spoiled female? Oh yes, he’ll more than spoil his mate… and unfortunately for his mindmate, he bonds very closely. It’s likely that his feelings will more than run off onto his chosen whenever he’s fond of someone.

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Scorpion Bronze

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Bronze #A8A154
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: K'sel
Looks To: Quintrell

Physical Description: This male is average-sized for a bronze salamandyr, with a body shape that some might consider odd. He’s not fat - far from. He is, however, wider than the average salamandyr, though not unattractively so; he simply looks more flat than most of his kind do. His wings are average-sized, which emphasizes the width of his body and will probably be a detriment to him in flight as he will no doubt be heavier than most of his kind are by proxy; this little male will be lucky to glide, let alone fly in truth. His legs are slightly shorter than most salamandyr’s, which gives the impression of him continuously crouching down low to the ground - he’s simply a short salamandyr in terms of ‘height.’ His tail, on the other hand, is long - even for a salamandyr’s. Unnaturally spindly, it won’t be uncommon for this little male to curl his tail around any and everything he finds, even if he doesn’t need it to act as a bracer for him to avoid falling off of something. He has a wide, attractive frill with jagged enough edges to make him look more than a little masculine, easily compensating for the width of his body; he’s not an ugly creature to look at, but he is a little on the strange side.

Bronze. Bronze, that's the only word that comes to mind when looking at this salamandyr. This little guy is definitely an elegant mossy-bronze. His entire body seems sleek and streamlined, as if colored for perfection. He has the typical sheen of bronze salamandyrs, seeming to glow when caught by sunlight, and there’s a definite edge to his color that makes him unique: his body is highlighted in rich, almost golden hues that stand out staggeringly. Complimenting that is spots - well and true spots, a feature almost never seen in the larger salamandyrs. Symmetrical and patterned down his back in a bronze so light as to be described as true gold, the spots are tiny and numerous - almost like freckles. The same markings creep up his neck, with a single marking over his left eye that resembles a clover leaf. His frill is a pure, unabridged shade identical to the majority of his hide, leaving no question to whether or not he’s handsomely colored: none would mistake him for anything but a bronze.

Personality: Most salamandyrs are unpleasant, and this little one is not exactly an exception. ‘Cynical’ would be a good word to describe him, even from the moment of his hatching: he’s always one to expect the worst in every situation but especially of others, and he’s not above sarcasm, something that he understands very, very well. It’s not unusual for this bronze to launch with absolutely snippy comments, usually unprompted, though not about His; actually, to His, he’s relatively pleasant (well, he doesn’t insult his mindmate, at least). He’s arrogant, though, as is expected from a bronze – he’s totally convinced of his own superiority and has no problem (frequently) stating his opinion, pretty much regardless of who he’s talking to. (Unfortunately, this means he’ll probably be telling queens exactly what he thinks of them if they offend him but hey – at least someone’s got the guts to stand up to them, right?) Despite this tendency to thumb his nose at any kind of authority figures, he’ll usually do as he’s told (within reason)… though he’ll complain incessantly the entire time, often making a big, embarrassing fuss in the process. How dare anyone ask him to do anything? What a massive inconvenience!

His arrogance is actually a thin veil for his insecurity; this salamandyr doesn’t quite have the same amount of conceit that most of his color possesses. He doubts himself a lot, especially his decisions, and he worries that others find him less attractive than those of his color – he’s certainly not the most gorgeous salamandyr to ever hatch. Since he’s not the prettiest, nor is he the best in any way, he compensates by showing off and bossing others around – basically being unpleasant. Only His will have the vaguest inkling that he’s not as conceited as he likes to pretend to be, and even then it would be wisest not to bring it up – this salamandyr will deny any kind of ill feelings toward himself, after all. He’s the best, don’t you see, he knows it! (Never mind that he actually believes otherwise – people aren’t supposed to know that…)

Even though he’s mostly sarcastic and unpleasant to be around, he’s not without a sense of humor (however ironic) and he is prone to making somewhat inappropriate but nevertheless amusing remarks, especially to His. He’s a veritable devil-on-the-shoulder to his chosen mindmate and because he never ventures very far, he’s a constant source of entertainment; this comical side is displayed only for his chosen and the few people he’s deigned to trust… which will always remain a small number, since he’s too insecure to put faith in very many others. People are constantly disappointing. Having no expectations means he can never be let down, right?

[Requiem]

Pandemonium in the salamandyr nest. It was rather impossible to keep track of it all. He'd only briefly noticed the buried salamandyr that seemed to have - fainted? All the others were more active, and therefore naturally drew his attention. Particularly the screaming leaping blue. A little excessive, wasn't it? He couldn't help the small smile. You wouldn't think something newly Hatched would be so...mmmm. Exciteable?

Speaking of exciteable, the little fainting one that was that odd color seemed to have decided that all the fuss was not for him, and was streaking...toward F'ur. The man blinked. That had worked far quicker and more efficiently than he'd expected, although he probably was just in the way, because the salamandyr hardly looked like it knew where it was going except away from the hateful little one.

Intentional or not, apparently he was good enough for the baby thing smaller than a finger, because it was running up him in an instant and...clinging...to his nose. F'ur went literally crosseyed, one brow rising, before he blinked, face going slack. A most unusual expression chased across his face, for anyone who knew him. Absolute, brain-freezing terror, the man going stiff. He hadn't been prepared for such a strong emotion, not in the slightest. (No one had bothered to mention to him that salamandyr bonds were comparable to those of dragons, and even if they had, Inocenth was so lacking in emotion that it wasn't even worth the comparison.)

He twitched, shocked at the sudden thought of blood and an unfamiliar squeamishness in his stomach...and then, just as abruptly...the overwhelming fear shut off. Normally his reflexes were quick enough that he would have caught the little thing before it hit the sand (and, thankfully, he was still crouching so it wasn't that great a fall) but this emotion - was that what fear was like? - had him still reeling. So very odd. What was that? Inocenth questioned, just as shocked. Did the insect do that? I...It must have been? Inocenth huffed softly, scraping his claws across the stone of his ledge and sending up sparks. Oh. I agree. Definitely makes things more distracting. This has to be your best idea ever, F'urMine, the blue commented dryly.

Hey, cut it out. I think I may have killed it. The emptiness in his mind was decidedly uncomfortable, and F'ur prodded the tiny body with a finger, genuinely worried. He hadn't...meant to... "Come on, little guy. It's not that terrible to be bonded to me, is it? Ino doesn't complain." Another nudge. The little salamandyr stirred, the nervous fear (thankfully less strong this time) snapping back into F'ur's mind. He curled around the man's finger, darting up and nestling in the man's curly hair, quivering. Bad, bad blood, and screaming and violence. His would protect him, wouldn't he? F'ur was quick to reassure the little one, if only to dampen the fear.

Inocenth's lids half-closed cattishly. It's quite the terror, isn't it? Hey, Terror... He mentally nudged the mandyr, the hatchling squeaking and burrowing as close to F'ur's scalp as possible at the cold voice. Look...blood. And...there he went again. F'ur caught the falling body this time.

Very mature, Ino. No response but dragon laughter.

[Ember]

Eikane blinked as a bowl was placed in his hands. What? No! He didn't actually want one of the little monsters...As he recognized the man's voice the Harper glanced over at the man. Oh. Archive man. Was this some form of revenge or something? Pointedly ignoring the salamandyrs hatching - carrying food meant he had something of interest to them, thus giving them attention was dangerous - the harper instead looked for someone to pawn his bowl off on.

As he looked around he noticed that F'ur had actually attracted one to him. Interesting. That colouration...was it the one that had fainted before? Evidetally the brownrider's green took offence to something about that blue, if the screech was any indication. They sure were noisy...but somewhat cute due to their size. Small form, big voices. He could also see why they were limited to this one weyr.

T'san winced as his salamandyr, which had been quietly watching her brothers with alarm, suddenly screeched loudly. Bad enough that the blue had faked his death just because he thought she was so ugly, but then to get up and go eat! Her long tail whipped about sinously and she hissed. Bad blue! Irrational anger flooded T'san from the green and he shook his head. The emotion faded quickly as the blue died - no it just fainted - again. The green's hissing turned into a creel of distress. Was that her fault? No! She hadn't meant to do that.

T'san groaned as he felt Dsoleth's amusement warring with the little green's distress. His head was starting to feel a little bit crowded. It seemed to be causing a headache to form and T'san lightly picked up the green. The tail attempted to curl around his finger, but it was still too small yet. It was an oddly endearing motion though. You are not going to name her Headache. I refuse! "Well what else would fit..." he muttered. Not sweet enough to be named after his mother. Not other words that suited or were acceptable to the brown's mind. Looks like he was down to a made up name? "Hmm....Aliene...? Maybe."

[Avu]

He didn’t care if he couldn’t see? Okay, partially see? Meira crinkled her nose thoughtfully for a moment before she shrugged slowly. It didn’t really matter to her; as long as none of them decided to come into the Stands, she was okay, and if a creature did manage to navigate the tricky proposition of the stairs, then it wasn’t like sitting farther back would make much of a difference anyway, right? Hearing what all of them decided to blurt out in a wide broadcast didn’t really bother her too much, even though it was a little disorienting given the sheer number of broadcasts. Well – she didn’t really plan to stay too long, truth be told; as soon as the conversation was over, she’d leave. Watching made her decidedly uncomfortable, and she didn’t want to stick around a Salamandyr Hatching anyway. The only reason she’d come was because of the invitation and because of Jingth, but the gold would be okay watching with Dsoleth. “Here’s okay for me,” she answered softly. “I mean, it’s better than not being able to see at all…” Because blurs of color; they were definitely vividly interesting, they were…

As K’lir went on, though, her attention fell completely away from the Hatching, Meira turning her head to look at the greenrider curiously. Any noise? Kahrelir – she knew that he was quiet, given that her room had once been directly next to K’lir’s and there’d been no fussing from the baby, but Meira hadn’t known it had been so – so. She was silent as K’lir went on, and she didn’t move, though she felt like squirming awkwardly. Meira didn’t know. As a rule she knew very, very little about babies; Riaren was teaching her and he was a better teacher than any adult could ever have been. She didn’t know what made them tick; she only knew what made Riaren tick and she’d had no contact at all with Kahrelir. After K’lir finished, she bit her lip for a moment, awkwardly. No real answer could be provided, but she wasn’t adverse to helping if she could…

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why – I don’t really know much,” she admitted after a second. “I’d be glad to help, but I don’t know – I’ll do my best.” Part of Meira was sure her ‘best’ wouldn’t be good enough, but it was all she could do and she would. And…well, she could always end up asking Asharra or Raebeli for their opinions, unless K’lir didn’t want her to, but hopefully the greenrider had some idea about how to start, because she didn’t, not off the top of her head.

Gentle touches. Jingth hummed pleasantly at Dsoleth’s nudge, tilting her head back to look up at the brown. He was bigger than she by a good amount, even though she was nearing Behruth’s size – the difference between them shrunk noticeably every passing sevenday – but it made her happy to think she’d be bigger than Dsoleth, too, soon; she was growing, see? The brown’s explanation made Jingth croon quietly in amusement, and she commented, How did you make him come, if he’s so against – oh. Oh. MyLove says she thinks he Impressed one? The gold’s head turned, tilting awkwardly to look towards the Hatching. She could make out only a sliver of what was going on, given the crowding of people around it. Had she gotten up, she could have seen, but Jingth didn’t; she liked laying down much better. I offer him my congratulations, the gold informed Dsoleth solemnly. If he did Impress one. How funny, Dsoleth’s with a Salamandyr. She supposed that meant the Salamandyr was her property too, by default…?

[kysseh]

Hmmm, this was certainly more activity than Aliscia had thought would be going on at a salamandyr hatching. Then again, with the creatures' reputations, she should have known better. Everything seemed to be happening far too quickly for her liking, a great deal of noise and activity, some great feathery thing trying to eat the salamandyrs, and little blips of color zipping away from their egg remnants to make someone's life more difficult. She could barely keep track of it all. One of the greens had made her choice, and another seemed to be watching her blue brother make a fool of himself. The greenrider smirked faintly at the sight of it, glad to see that another blue and a bronze were gone and away without having come anywhere near her. She had no intention of getting one of the little brats.

Silas was overwhelmed by the noise and was simply clinging to his mother, obviously dismayed and now wholly disinterested. Without even the colors to distract him, nothing could encourage the young boy that this was a fun place to be, even with his sister's quiet giggles reaching his ears. His mother sensed his upset and moved back a step or two from the action. Silas's world was a world of hearing and touch, for the most part, and the auditory stimuli were just a bit too much. He calmed when the noise level decreased a bit, nuzzling lightly against his mother's back. "Pwetties loud, mama...."

The noise level did not bother Reiscia one bit. In fact, the little girl was kicking her tiny feet to express her glee, unable to say a word. Her mother had asked her to be quiet, and so Reiscia would make no words. She did giggle, though, and the little girl's near-gold eyes, perfect replicas of her mother's, tracked every movement of the color blips. Ohh, the gold pretty was upset. She looked unhappy. Poor pretty. She hummed softly, one little fist pressed against her mouth as she watched the proceedings with wide-eyed interest. Fascinating.

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So, perhaps this was not the best idea K'von had had in his not-so-short life. The brownrider shifted lightly on the hot sands, his dark eyes trying to follow the salamandyr movements so that he could avoid them if the need arose. He saw one of the blueriders get a face full of blue salamandyr, and he was ever so glad to be away from him, taking a step back just to make sure. He didn't want one at all, no. It was better if he remained unnoticed.

Still, the one boy--such a brat, messing with someone's boot-ties--got himself a bronze salamandyr, and he was too near K'von for the brownrider to be comfortable. "Congrats," the brownrider commented almost offhandedly, resisting the urge to snicker and then to sigh in relief. None for him, thank goodness. One of the greens had picked someone, and it was not him. On his shoulder, Nia was settled comfortably, full enough to not take interest in the bowl of meat in his hand. She was feeling quite lazy, thank you, and was disinclined to move, even as Hers worried over the proximity of the squirmy things. They didn't bother at all, no sir.

They did bother K'von, though, who was becoming increasingly paranoid that one of the little beasts would latch onto his foot or leg or other precious body part. He edged back another step, still trying to keep his feet off the hot sands as much as possible. It was just a bit uncomfortable, even with such thick boots, but K'von would much rather stay back on the hot sands than ease his feet and risk getting a little cling-on. His scarred left hand idly fiddled with the hem of his shirt, an obvious sign of nervousness. The shirt was still a bit big on him, hanging loosely on a frame still showing the signs of illness. He was far from back to his normal self, but he was well on the road. The last thing he needed was a new headache with which to sabotage it. Oh, he hoped Lust appreciated this effort...

[rii]

Quintrell was just reaching for Mi'rah's laces again–intent on tying them together–when he noticed the bronze strolling languidly up to them. The thief cocked his head at the bronze lizard who.. addressed him; rather, commanded him. Or, at least the little thing appeared to be looking at him.. and Quintrell felt that same bonding and understand he got when speaking to Quintrell. The thief inclined his chin as the bronze seemed to regard him in the same fashion.

Sheesh. Quintrell gave a defeated sigh and lowered his hand down the arrogant creature. Less than a few sevendays and already he was bonded with two draconic beings. The thief had truly intended to not stay at the Weyr. Seems anyone could get in and impress. Where they getting desperate or something..? He was not a good candidate, thus he mentally whined.

Food. The bronze gave a firm reminder, cutting off any mental ramblings while wrapping his tail Quintrell's pinky. He was still hungry and His had yet to feed him. Whatever else was going on, it was not important. They were wasting precious time idling on the sands.

"Of course, of course." Quintrell rolled his eyes, standing to his feet and hopping over to–or at least he began to bounce but a sharp complaint from the bronze (who protested being jostled around) made the thief smooth out his stride. The wherling came up alongside of Eikane, who conveniently held a bowl of meat. "Hello. " His hand dipped right down to scoop out a couple pieces without asking–much to the pleasure of the bronze to which they were handed. "Fancy seeing you here without your handler–er, I mean, Eikask."

He plucked out a few more pieces before strolling off, a pleasant (if odd) finger-waggling wave as he left the harper's side and picked out a spot to watch the rest of the amusing hatching. If not for himself, than for the bronze.. who he had to name apparently. Hm, Quintresk had come with a name.. but the mandyr apparently didn't.. ho-hum..

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Distracting little colors.. F'lix couldn't quite keep track of them all. But he tried because he didn't want any of them coming anywhere near him. The dark haired rider figured it was time to leave when movement caught his eyes, the pale blue streaking across the sands and to F'ur. A little, amused smile spread across F'lix's lips at the scene–mistaking F'ur's odd expression for one of shock (since he had put on an act of not wanting to impress one of the pests). Just really shocked. Hm..

Then the little thing fainted, again. Was it sick?

Ah well, F'lix lightly shook his head. He had seen enough so turned to try and worm his way back out–only a bouncy blonde hopped up in his path, cutting him off. Golden eyes narrowed and settled a glare into his back as he moved out of sight. Hn. His gaze went back to the rest of the gawkers–left eyebrow twitching in annoyance. They needed to move. F'lix wanted off the sands before one of those things thought to come near him. He had enough of their hissing, spitting, frilling, screaming and fainting. Move move move.

[glamourie]

On the sands, the Oleander Green casually nosed at the Deathstalker Blue, as though in worry. Was he harmed? What happened? Had their bronze brother done that to him? Well he was much better than that ugly bronze. Why anyone favored them was beyond her – blues were clearly better. Clearly. She licked the back of the Deathstalker Blue’s head and nudged him upward, until he was able to stand again. Once she was sure that he was okay, she chirruped low in her throat and spread her wings before looking back at the mass of people defiantly. Why were they all staring? She wasn’t a freak show. Her frill flared and she huffed, sticking her chest out angrily. She was not worth staring at. Just because she was more considerate than them. Well, fine. Let them stare. She huffed, rearing up to stand on her hind legs in a classical meerkat pose. She probably looked comical, green hide glittering in the light of the hatching sands, and she definitely stood out against the searing ground. Harumph.

Once he got to his feet, the Deathstalker Blue looked oddly at the Oleander Green for a moment before backing away. She was odd, acting like he belonged to her. He didn’t quite know what to make of that. Offended, the Oleander Green slinked away from the Deathstalker Blue and huffed. Well fine. If he wanted to be dumb, that was his problem. She’d just tried to help him and it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t see that. Maybe when he got older he’d understand how useful it was to have a rescuer like her. Hmph, indeed.

“Okay,” K’lir said with a slight nod. He curled one foot under his body and laced his fingers together before sighing. “We can stay here. Makes no difference to me.”

Her next words made him frown and he glanced toward Meira before poking his fingers together nervously. “Part of me wonders if his refusal to talk is because of his mother’s death, some kind of stresser. I could technically ask the mindhealer, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for a toddler. He’s just a kid. He doesn’t talk though. He seems happy enough, smiles a lot… he doesn’t make noise. He doesn’t whine, cry, complain, and he doesn’t talk… I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh before; or if I did, it wasn’t really that often, or sound the same. It’s really odd.” He shook his head, and glanced over at Meira nervously. “I really want to believe he’s fine, but I see other children around his age talking – Shei’s practically a socialite. And Kahrelir says nothing. It worries me, you know? I don’t – I might not be the most mature person in the world, but he is my son and I’m all he’s got left.”

‘Parent’ wasn’t really a word that most applied to K’lir’s personality: he was blunt, crash, callous, typically too direct for his own good, and he didn’t sweat people’s feelings much. Still… he did care for Kahrelir quite well most of the time because his son was dependent entirely on him. Comfortable? No. Was he as pleasant to watch as even R’wign was? Not really. But he was dedicated and that was something. ‘Pleasant’ and K’lir were two words that didn’t combine well anyway.

The Belladonna Egg gave a slight shudder, starting to crack. That sound drew the attention of both the remaining hatchlings and spurred them into action. The upset blue went first, his frill flaring wide before he squawked and zoomed away from the Oleander Green in alarm. She was weird. Were all girls like that? He didn’t know – she was odd though. She just decided she was his. And that wicked, horrible bronze brother of his stole the one that he wanted, too. His frill flared, and he grumbled furiously. Well no matter. He’d find one that was better because that bronze wasn’t as good as he was, he’d show him, he would. How he hated him. And that one would do just fine. It had meat in its hand and that made it acceptable. And ‘it’ was a girl – a much better girl than the odd green who was commanding him so strangely.

The Deathstalker Blue zipped forward and curled up on the top of Mina’s foot before looking up at her plaintively. Maybe if he tried the innocent route she’d hand over the food faster. She would feed him, wouldn’t she? Hategry, he said, mingling the words ‘Hate’ and ‘hungry’ to try and emphasize his point better. Hategryhategryhategry. He’d chosen: Mina was to be his.

Such a silly little blue. The Oleander Green huffed and looked over at the clutch as the Belladonna Egg split, shattering to reveal slick brown hide. Her frill flared wide and she actively hissed at her new clutchbrother before stalking away across the sands. She beat her wings and jumped around awkwardly, trying to get away from the ugly that had just hatched. The others were prettier. He was just… not. She liked blues. Much much better. Blues were good. Her frill wide, she zipped right up to her new bonded and climbed up a pant leg, carefully avoiding clawing the baby. Actually, the hatchling chose to scurry across Silas’s arm, sit on his head and look Aliscia straight in the face before proclaiming pleasantly, BlueOurs best. She was perhaps more intelligent than many of her clutchsiblings, if her words were anything to signify, and she definitely had decided that she liked Silas. Such a good little blue, he was. Why so sad? (Reiscia was totally ignored – she was a gold and thus not really worth the green’s time. Blues were better.)

In the remnants of his shell, the Belladonna Brown rolled over to behold the world at last, eyes bright in curiosity. What in the world was going on and why was it so loud?

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01. Rattlesnake Egg Impressed: Green Aliene to T'san
02. Black Widow Egg
03. Dart Frog Egg
04. Oleander Egg Impressed: Green ? to Aliscia
05. Jellyfish Egg Impressed: Blue Terror to F'ur
06. Scorpion Egg Impressed: Bronze ? to Quintrell
07. Brown Recluse Egg
08. Gila Monster Egg
09. Belladonna Egg Hatched: Brown, thoughtfully staring around
10. Cobra Egg
11. Deathstalker Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Mina
12. Lionfish Egg

[glamourie]

Deathstalker Blue

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue #63EEFF
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: L'ka
Looks To: Mina

Physical Description: Average in every way is this blue, upon first glance at least. His body is somewhere neatly between large and small, with perfectly proportioned wings and legs for a salamandyr, as if he was sculpted from rock to form the perfect example of his species. However, close inspection reveals he’s definitely not flawless: his tail is slightly longer than the average salamandyr’s and bizarrely shaped, often curling at the end and arching behind him when he skitters back and forth, and his eyes are on the large side, standing out to the point of appearing bizarre. To make matters more unusual, his frill is on the large side, leaning toward top heavy, so that when he flares it he looks like he is about to fall on his face – literally! His build will help him to run relatively fast, given that he doesn’t have a lot of weight to carry, but like most blues of his species, he can’t fly at all and attempting to do so is comically pathetic on his part. He’s also not anything special when it comes to climbing or jumping, but he does possess a rather nasty set of claws that will help him to dig around in the ground and burrow – something unique among salamandyrs. When he needs to disappear, he’s liable to do just that: vanish into the dirt beneath his feet. No salamandyr here!

Two different shades of blue canvas this salamandyr’s hide, coloring him magnificently. The first shade is a vivid turquoise that splays on his underside, covering the insides of his legs, his stomach, the bottom of his tail, and his entire frill, like staring at a brilliant gemstone. Down the top of his back, covering the tops of his wings is a darker shade leaning closer to sapphire, complete with the metallic glints that make second and third glances to him not uncommon. What really sets this little male apart though is the six spots down his back and the two on his face (one over each eye) which are shades of true midnight, giving him an oddly dangerous appearance. He’s certainly very pretty, if a curious looking creature!

Personality: Arrogant - that's the word that describes this salamandyr best. He's of the opinion that he's the best creature to ever walk Pern. One would think that a blue would lack in this insufferable ego, but that is not the case; in fact, he's probably worse than many bronzes (much to the chagrin of said metallic 'mandyrs, who have little use for him); he thinks he's the best, and he's not about to obey anyone without good reason. And as far as he's concerned, he's not arrogant - he's confident. There's nothing wrong with having high self-esteem, is there? Beware to His if ever the two of them disagree: he'll always assume he's right and outright refuse to back off from his stance if it can be helped. He's the best, so of course he's always right. Deal with it. Just because he picked someone as his mindmate doesn't mean he's going to obey them completely. In fact, that's probably proof that he won't obey them at all without good reason! And he's rather impatient; he's one of those salamandyrs who dives right into things, as opposed to actually trying to wait for results. He can come across as something of a nag as a result.

In terms of dealing with others, this blue tends to be... conceited, but at the same time, he's on the friendly side; he'll talk to everyone else, but he has a permanent foot-in-mouth problem that might result in him offending more people than he manages to befriend, and he's always likely to simply assume they're wrong rather than try to fix the problems. He's relatively good about remembering responsibilities and he never shirks duty; usually this little guy will always do things he knows that he's supposed to be doing... but he doesn't respond well to demands. Asking gets better results. He's also an insufferable flirt with the opposite sex (and with other blues when he's tired) which can be problematic for His if only because once he's taken a fondness to a female, he simply won't let it go until he's managed to win her over. He's convinced he's good enough to do just that and he dedicates his time to that one female for as long as she holds his interest. Which, technically, isn't always very long but still.

Over-all, this salamandyr is quite fun-loving; he likes to be around others of his kind, although he tends to have a gift for offending them (particularly bronzes and golds - and he's not above chasing a gold, either) with his arrogance. Social butterfly, yes he is, even if he's ridiculously good at offending his conversation partners. Pretty people or people in a position of authority are favored by him, given a choice, but he won't turn down any conversation if he's given an opportunity. He's also helpful, so long as he's asked but Faranth forbid anyone who tries to demand. What? He's no one's slave!

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Oleander Green

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Green #255F08
Gender: Female
Based Off Of: Darya
Looks To: Aliscia

Physical Description: Small. Dainty. Elegant. Um, no. This is a very unusual looking salamandyr, plain and simple, and nothing about her would be described as typically ‘pretty.’ Quite the contrary, her body appears to be squished. She’s not large, no, but it does look as if someone pushed her nose and tail together, making the entire portion of her body seem jumbled into one randomly wide blob… with a head and ridiculously long tail. ‘Chubby’ would probably be a very accurate description, especially considering that her legs are ridiculously short for her body, barely holding her off the ground. Her tail, as before stated, is longer even than the average salamandyr’s, whip-like and twisting all around as she moves. Her head is large enough to be proportionate to her body, though were she any longer it would appear too small for her form. Tiny wings look frail and delicate, blatantly worthless for flight and merely there to balance out the rest of her body, while her frill is actually much too large and when flared can make her appear top heavy. That aside, the shape of her eyes is actually very unique, more oval than the average salamandyr’s but not unpleasantly so – some would describe her face as very pretty. What a pity that her body is so scrunched up to make her look chunky and thus defy the potential she otherwise would hold.

As far as her hide goes, the backwash is a rich leaf green that would be plain if not for the accenting of true white spots down her back. Each individual spot is actually shaped like a five-pedaled flower on closer inspection, making her markings very unique. The spots look as if they would be soft to the touch and indeed, those who don’t know her at all might feel compelled to try and pet this salamandyr because of that – but, like all hide, there’s a mingling of toughness combined with natural soft texture to provide a natural feel; she’s not feather light or anything. Down her wings are darker lines, almost as if forming into veins, and similar markings appear on the inside of her frill when flared. The rest of her hide is the same shade of deep, true green, vivid and brilliant, no doubt easily described as ‘beautiful.’ Her body has almost lime-green highlights when caught by natural lighting, and when she’s close to Running, her color is stunning – the dark green lightens up to true emerald, and the white markings almost seem to glow. Nothing that would be easily forgotten.

Personality: For all appearances, this is a mostly anti-social green; she has little desire to socialize and even less desire to make friends. Most of her time will be spent alone or perching on Hers. Let there be no mistake though: just because she doesn’t seek out others doesn’t mean that she won’t talk when she’s addressed first, and she does tend to have an opinion on just about everything. Hers will be constantly informed of these thoughts, because it’s absolutely necessary that he always find out where she stands on things, and she has no problem making sure that he’s always aware of her feelings. In other words, she’s very outspoken to her mindmate, and considering that she rarely ventures off on her own, that can lead to her being seen as very annoying little creature. Especially considering that she’s sarcastic. Yes, sarcastic. Salamandyrs don’t usually master the art of “Gee, you really think so? I had no idea!” but this one has and she has no problems using that quick, barbed tongue against everyone who comes into her sight – projecting frequent, insulting perspectives into the mind of her bonded without hesitation. See that girl? Obviously she put a lot of thought into that outfit, everyone wears rags, don’tcha know? Oh yes.

One thing of note: this salamandyr doesn’t flirt very well. She has a tendency to simply walk up and decide that males (and females) of any species belong to her and then demand that they be Hers, in the most awkward and socially graceless of ways. If she’s bonded to someone who lacks a mental profanity filter, she’s also going to have a bad habit of swearing – there’s just no avoiding it, so Hers would do well to try and be a good influence on her.

One of her most notable traits is that this salamandyr is… well, unusual. She likes to Chase and it really doesn’t matter what she’s chasing. Rising green flits, Running green mandyrs, Running blue mandyrs, or even just fast-flying firelizards of either gender. It really doesn’t make a difference, though her preference is to chase males around. Interestingly, despite her fondness for Chasing, she herself will also Run fairly frequently, and she’s unlikely to ever commit to one particular creature. If she does, it will be one that she has caught and not vice versa: she’s the dominant one, thank you very much. This green favors blues as well and will always snuggle up to blue dragons, salamandyrs or firelizards, even whers, given a choice. Browns are boring. Bronzes are ugly. Other greens are okay, but really, blues are magnificent. And if she happens to think she’s a blue – well, that can be overlooked, right? (And yes, this salamandyr does honestly believe she’s blue. Faranth help anyone who tries to convince her otherwise.)