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

[Lotty]

Oh this was taking too long, Mi'rah whined to himself, taking note of how hot it was in the chamber. He suddenly felt really ridiculous. The last time he had been down on hatching sands was almost twenty turns ago. This fact not only made him feel old, but he was starting to think that he was going to become the weyr's eccentric, crazy kook. Kids were probably snickering at the chubby bronzerider who thought that he could still Impress upon a pet. Oh well. The only thing that was important to him right now was waiting for the mindhealer to come back. If he left without her he'd feel like an awfully big jerk. Not that Cap'n didn't already accomplish that. Speaking of which where did that bird go? Oh no.

Mi'rah was once again relieved that he wasn't the owner of the avian as it flew around and tried toying with the clutch father. The bird nearly got eaten. Nearly. It was however fortunate that the creature was built for speed and sharp turns and very narrowly missed the blue dragon; a few tail feathers getting lost along the way. Although the bird escaped, it was really too bad for the rider, and the Bendenite winced a bit in pain before looking back at the hatching clutch. Again, he wanted to reiterate, he had absolutely nothing to do with Cap'n. Nope. Not at all.

Counting he saw that there was one and a half eggs left...half because one had a bronze wing poking out of it. At this rate the hatching would be over before Raebeli even got back with his food for the sharding things. The odds were not in his favor, but ever the type to try and shine a little bit of light on a situation he supposed it was all for the best.

[Ember]

Dsoleth was still amused by the fact Jingth was smaller than him. Soon enough she'd pass his size and then he'd no longer be able to think of her as "little Jingth." Then she would truly be his queen and not just the hatchling queen. The thought both pleased and disappointed him, though the latter emotion was more pronounced. His head drooped a little until she responded. I picked him up and carried him here, he said matter-of-factly. Hmm? Oh, yes he hadn't told Jingth yet. Seems a little green attached herself to him. I shall let him know of your conratulations. The brown did indeed pass the message along and ruefully kept to himself His' reply.

He glanced at Jingth with surprise when he heard her growling. That was a distressing sound to hear her make and he peered into the Hatching grounds with His' eyes. You didn't see fit to tell me that the Hatching was going as crazy as that 'mandyr of yours? the brown accused, trailing after Jingth as she went into the grounds. To the gold he said, This is alarming. I wished I had noticed sooner.

T'san sighed as he saw Dsoleth enter the hatching grounds. Oh great. Lets just add another dragon to the chaos. This is exactly why I didn't tell you Dsoleth. The brown snorted and proceeded to ignore His. T'san became preoccupied with Aliene anyways. The odd whimpering or hissing had stopped once she saw her clutchsister draw blood on the blue clutchbrother. Poor blue! As Aliene watched, the blue was then enslaved by that wretched green. "Aliene? Aliene no....C'mon, he'll be fine just leave him be." Despite his words he knew somehow Aliene would not let it go.

Great. Of course the blue had to bond with F'lix of all people. He had to get out of there before the very irrational urge to go over and embrace the bluerider took over. What the heck? How come the little squirming and shrieking green had such a powerful influence on his mind? She desired to go to the blue's side, and so he wanted to go to F'lix's? NO! T'san grimaced at the mental shout and the accompanying shriek. Right, out. I'm out of here...Stay if you wish Dsoleth. The brownrider all but fled the hatching with Aliene. Once far enough away he was certain Aliene would calm down...

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Paying attention to the surroundings rather than the eggs made Eikane realize just how crazy things had gotten. The problem seemed to be...avians. Yes that made sense...the salamandyrs must look very tempting to the birds. Normally he'd feel impassive about that fact - life for wild firelizards was liek that, after all - but he knew they were sentient. It now seemed somewhat...wrong. No doubt this view was influenced by Eikask. Speaking of whers...

He watched as Quint...something...Quintrell! That was it. He watched as Quintrell wandered up with one of the little ones. Great! Someone to pawn his meat off on. Or...not. He chuckled at the words as the other wherhandler wandered off. Strange guy. Also partially right. Sometimes it felt more like Eikask was his handler instead of the other way around. She was setting silent rules for him thathe could break...but not break and stay relatively happy. She was most certainly a gold.

Something scampering up his side and making its home in his bowl nearly made Eikane drop it. A firm but silent presence in his mind made him rethink doing such a thing. "Umm, no...I don't think so..." he told the blue that was munching on a piece of meat. He picked the blue up and recieved an annoyed but strangely tolerant, Down. Oookay. Well, at the very least the blue was not screaming its metaphorical lungs out...The blue gave His a critical eye as he ate. Yes, this one would do.

Eikask watched the blue curiously. "You need a name..." The blue glanced at the wherhandler again but didn't speak. Fod was more important and really..that did not deserve a response. The human snorted and considered names for the blue.

[glamourie]

The egg rocked twice, wiggling in place. It toppled over onto the side and the bronze wing of the Lionfish Egg beat against the ground, obviously struggling, After a moment of that, the egg actually rolled over and freed itself from the nest in an awkward path across the sand. The wing beat repeatedly, pushing forward and rolling the egg along, over the ground and toward the group of people – entirely unintentionally. The baby within let loose with a creel that was audible and after a moment, a single leg managed to free itself from the egg. This allowed for better movement, although not as much freedom as was needed. The wing and back leg worked together to push the Lionfish Egg across the sands, through the mob of people and it was only a sheer miracle that it managed to avoid colliding with anyone’s feet and shattering. Or perhaps a curse. The little fellow within was obviously having a great deal of trouble freeing himself from his shell prison. Why wouldn’t it let him out? Why? Cursed thing. Curse it.

Right smack dab in the middle of the crowd, the Lionfish Egg came to an abrupt stop. Obviously the baby within was exhausted. His wing drooped down, clearly stuck in the crevice he’d made for it, and his egg remained sitting imperiously between K’von and Aliscia. For several moments, it did not budge.

But the Cobra Egg did. Vivid cracks spread over the egg before it exploded in a shower of shell fragments that would have been pretty were it one of the more vibrantly colored eggs. As it was, the most interesting thing about it was that a tangled mess of legs, wings and tails came falling out, all of which were the perfect match of brown shades. Either the salamandyr that hatched had way too many limbs or – yes, movements made it clear that it was in fact two browns, both long and sinuous, tangled together. The larger of the two gave a low squeak before rolling over onto his back and kicking in the air, his eyes whirling. He looked up at his egg-brother and swatted with one claw, making the Smaller Cobra Brown bounce away in surprise. The two of them proceeded to begin playing with one another, tackling and rolling around in the sand until it was difficult to tell which one was which – or where one creature started and another began. Twins.

The Lionfish Egg, seemingly re-energized by its momentary relaxation, rolled again, the wing beating into the sand to propel itself backward. It climbed over a small dune in the Sands and then proceeded to roll comically backwards until the shell finally collided roughly with Mayari’s foot. The loud creel that sounded could only be that of fright, but still the menacing egg did not shatter away completely. A hole formed large enough for the Lionfish Bronze to poke his head through and he wiggled, thoroughly trapped in his shell thanks to his positioning. He lifted his head and beseeched Mayari to aid him, his eyes spiraling in a shade that could only be described as full-fledged panic. He was trapped. It was trying to eat him. TRYING TO EAT HIM.

Save! Save! Saaaave meeeeee…. Please?!

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01. Rattlesnake Egg Impressed: Green Aliene to T'san
02. Black Widow Egg Impressed: Green ? to F'lix
03. Dart Frog Egg Impressed: Blue ? to F'lix
04. Oleander Egg Impressed: Green Snot to Aliscia
05. Jellyfish Egg Impressed: Blue Terror to F'ur
06. Scorpion Egg Impressed: Bronze ? to Quintrell
07. Brown Recluse Egg Impressed: Green Shard to T'ke
08. Gila Monster Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Eikane
09. Belladonna Egg Impressed: Brown ? to K'von
10. Cobra Egg Hatched: Twin browns, playing in the sand
11. Deathstalker Egg Impressed: Blue Chair to Mina
12. Lionfish Egg Impressed: Bronze ? to Mayari

[glamourie]

Lionfish Bronze

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Bronze #96772E
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: R'men
Looks To: Mayari

Physical Description: Unusually large is this salamandyr, even for a bronze. His size will rival that of small queens, and at hatching, he’s easily the largest of his clutch. He has a more slender build than the average salamandyr, with long, wider wings that will make gliding to and fro a breeze; he’ll even be adept at small bursts of flight, though his true expertise will be most obvious when he’s on the ground. His body is stream-lined like a torpedo, and his long, spindly tail adds the perfect balance to his size, offering him an unusual level of agility for something so big. Aside from the wings, this male is perfectly proportionate, and his frill is large enough to be impressive without unbalancing him; when flared, he looks to be the perfect specimen of what a salamandyr should be. More impressive still is that his claws, even from the moment of his hatching, are razorsharp; he’ll be an extraordinary climber, and most likely more at home on tall tree branches than anything else. His favored places to be will be high up, just out of reach, with the ultimate view. Keeping him out of trees or off of shelves will be a pain for the unfortunate person who Impresses him.

But he is pretty. He’s definitely very lovely to behold. His hide is an elegant backwash of dark bronze, rich in red hues, as though fabric has been wound over his entire body to create a glimmering effect; he constantly looks as if he’s been soaked in water, simply because of the different layers of color that make up his hide. There’s lighter shades too, though, more prominently visible along his lower belly and the insides of his legs. Interestingly, his body has a textured appearance, with sharp jolts of lighter shades of bronze, almost tan, sliding over his wings and back – the appearance is almost like knives underneath his skin. Interestingly, his wings also have more olive shades of bronze in slivers, adding emphasis to the otherwise elegant appearance; the end effect is that his wings almost seem broken into thousands of smaller layers of flesh when looked at in the light just right. No doubt he’s a pretty specimen but – quite unusual, too.

Personality: Outgoing is this bronze – perhaps unusually so. He very much enjoys playing with creatures of all species – regardless of what color they are. Firelizards, dragons, whers, other salamandyrs, humans, they’re all treated equal by him and he’ll come right up to them all to talk (whether they answer or not). He’s very fond of “joking around” but unfortunately, as a salamandyr, his sense of humor may not be on par with the rest of the world and he has a bad habit of making inappropriate comments or jokes that are meant to be funny but can be and frequently are inappropriate. Many creatures will find him offensive, a fact that he can’t comprehend – why shouldn’t they love him? He’s just trying to play with them! Resilient to a fault, he can’t understand that he offends people so he actively seeks them out continuously. He’s very good at talking his way out of problems, too; if he offends people, he can usually weasel his way out of it (be it because people genuinely believe in him or simply because they want him to stop talking). Fast-talking and clever, this is one bronze that will have to be watched to be kept out of trouble, and His would do well by monitoring him regularly. It’s perfectly possible he’ll get into trouble and take advantage of his ability to badger others into silence on a regular basis.

Despite being generally an overly friendly creature, this salamandyr is not without his faults. He’s a bronze, and he knows it, and by Faranth, everyone on Pern had better respect his station. He has no respect for other bronzes or queens of any kind and won’t take orders from anyone. More importantly, he’s very stubborn once he’s made his mind up on things and being intelligent means he’ll periodically run into the problem of not being able to be convinced to do things, even those that are good for him. His will require immense patience in dealing with him simply because he’s that stubborn.

He’s redeemed though from his stubborn refusal to listen by the fact that he’s a hardworker – most of the time. He’s not fond of taking orders but he’s a responsible little salamandyr and will usually take initiative in doing things; His will find quickly that he both likes delivering messages and is very good about remembering his instructions. He’s generally smart enough to do things without hand-holding, though he hates having to repeat a project numerous times. It’ll be difficult to coax him into doing so, though once he learns, he remembers everything. He’s a smart salamandyr, even if he is somewhat spoiled. He’ll resent being commanded by queens or His, but he’ll always do what is required of him without being asked. See? He’s smart!

[Rowana]

Garaeth squirmed for a second before managing to right himself. He watched Baoth go, worried that she might actually hurt Akyo, but she stopped. Garaeth whined sadly, nursing his sore wings and chest. Why was Baoth so mean? Well, Akyo had been mean too, he would admit that. But he didn't think he deserve to be eaten. Besides, he liked the funny avian. He made life interesting. Settling back down to watch the hatching again, he suddenly realized that there was an intruder in T'ke's mind. Someone completely new, but not unpleasant. T'ke-mine? Garaeth could hardly contain his excitement. Baoth and darters were completely forgotten. Is that a salamandyr?

T'ke took the meant for F'ur gratefully. "Thanks," he stammered out. Then he felt his face go hot with shame. Was there anyone in the weyr who didn't know about that. "I don't..." He didn't get to finish, because F'ur was. T'ke sighed. It was probably a lame comeback anyway. Garaeth's question and Shard's nawing hunger distracted him from his own problem. Now that F'ur was gone, the little green seemed quite happy to sneak out to his arm. T'ke started feeding her some of the meat while he answered his dragon. This is Shard, he explained.

This is wonderful! Garaeth declared with delight. He opened his thoughts to include Shard in the conversation. Welcome, little Shard! Shard's eyes went wide and she dove under T'ke's sleeve with a squeak. T'ke blinked at her. What was that all about. Did I scare her? Garaeth asked worriedly. I think you did, T'ke admitted, though he couldn't imagine why. He poked at his sleeve. He could feel the tiny lump's fear and nervousness. She couldn't want to talk to a boy! She never knew what to say. They were scary, and unpredictable, and what if they didn't like her? That would be awful.

T'ke blinked. "Are you afraid of boys?" he asked. Shard shivered in response. Boys scary, she agreed. Huh, T'ke thought, go figure. "Don't worry. Garaeth would never hurt you." He was started to feel an odd sense of attachment to her now. Not just because they were bonded. Against his will, he might add. But because they shared a shyness of the opposite sex. Though that would make being around either gender more complicated now. She's just shy of boys, he told Garaeth. Maybe you should go easy on her. Alright, Garaeth sounded disappointed. Why is she not afraid of you then?

Good question. T'ke eased Shard out of his sleeve far enough to feed her some more meat. "Aren't I a boy?" he asked, feeling almost stupid. How intelligent were these creatures anyway? Shard nibble on the meat and appeared to come down considerably. Mine is good, she said, definitively. Good to Shard. Very good. She crooned and purred, devouring more meat. T'ke shrugged. Apparently I don't count. he relayed to his dragon. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or a little disturbed by that.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n gasped. His ribs hurt, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get any air in his lungs. The presence of Meira and then K'lir didn't even really register. He just nodded, lifting his legs up. He hadn't hit his head--he knew how to fall, and had taken the brunt of the force to his rounded shoulders and the backs of his arms. But even he couldn't escape a fall like that without injury.

He coughed, sending a sharp jab of pain into his side. Adith, at first completely oblivious due to his razor focus on attacking the bird--and he'd missed!!--suddenly realized what was going on, even as most of the remaining salamandyrs Hatched and Impressed. Wheeling on his hind legs, he swung around, his tail flying in a circle, sweeping over the Hatching Grounds and greatly imperiling anyone standing taller than about five feet within fifteen feet of the dragon.

Mine! Mine, Uu'n, love, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!! The dragon nosed Meira and K'lir, shoving his face close to Uu'n and just about inhaling his clothing. Why didn't you hold on? Mine, Mine, I thought you would hold on! Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you! In his distress, the dragon was talking loud enough that K'lir and Meira would likely be able to hear him, or at least snatches of his words.

"I'm--" Uu'n worked to catch his breath, breathing in slightly larger breaths each time. He didn't have space to think beyond breathing. And he was burning. He tried sitting up some, off the Sand, but it hurt, and he leaned back down, wincing. Just... gotta breathe, he told Adith. Okay, though... Adith whined, a strange sound coming from a dragon.

Baoth, will you tell Yours that Mine is okay? He says he just needs to breathe, that he's not hurt... but he feels hurt! I didn't mean to, I really didn't! Realizing that he had feathers in his mouth and that he also was crowding His, the dragons moved back a little bit, spitting out the big bird's tail feathers almost comically.

Dael, meanwhile, ignored the antics of her slavepets. She had far better things to do--babies to watch--she couldn't be caught up in the bad things happening behind her. She pranced, rearing and baring her fangs at the crowd. They had better not cause any more trouble!

[Avu]

K’lir’s words to Uu’n only half-registered on Meira, the Healer’s gaze focused on bluerider instead. She rocked back on her heels to avoid crowding him; the proximity of the Salamandyr Hatching was completely forgotten. At least Uu’n didn’t seem like he’d hit his head too hard (though likely it’d be quite obvious if he had), if at all. She’d just opened her mouth to speak, given that he seemed to be comprehending everything just fine – when a purplish-blue nose arrived and nosed in front of her, directly in her way. Adith; Meira blinked twice before she fell backwards onto her palms and scooted backwards awkwardly to give the blue a little room. Had it been anyone else, she would have shooed them off instantly, but she supposed Adith had the right to make sure His wouldn’t be permanently hurt because of his snap at the darter, who, Jingth informed her helpfully, had made his departure (And good riddance, the gold added irritably). The blue’s anxiety was obvious, and – whether or not it was her imagination, Meira was not quite sure, but it seemed she could even hear some of what he was saying. How…odd.

He moved, though, and Meira caught sight of the bluerider’s attempt at sitting upright – and the failure. She leaned forward again, trying her best to ignore the heat soaking through her pants and burning her legs. “What hurts?” she demanded. “Could you try and figure out without moving again, please?” the goldrider added, crinkling her nose slightly; hadn’t she said for him not to move?! She turned to glance at Jingth and received a slight shock at the sight of Dsoleth as well; she blinked at the brown and then half-smiled weakly before catching sight of Mayari as well. She could help, surely – she was a Healer too, a dragonhealer, Meira thought – her contact with Maya had been limited since the Hatching because she’d felt very awkward around the other girl, given that Jingth had left her with a handful (literally) of scars from that encounter. But before she could call for her, a bronze Salamandyr/egg with a bronze head – apparently Impressed to her, and Meira blinked before turning to K’lir. “Do you know where they keep stretchers?”

You need not panic, Adith, Jingth commented, the gold licking her claws as she curled her tail tighter around herself; for the moment, she paid no attention to Dsoleth, her attention focused primarily on Adith, His, and Hers. K’lir was ignored, too; he wasn’t important for the moment, as was Baoth’s antics; if it appealed to her clutchsister to ram into full-grown blues and chase darters, that was her prerogative. Mine will fix him. She can fix anything. The gold’s words were stated with a cool confidence. And if she can’t, then Checkoth’s or Phremath’s /can/. And he certainly didn’t look like he was about to drop dead on the spot. The gold turned to glance curiously back at Dsoleth before the gold hatchling slunk back towards the brown, and then sprawled out on the Sands right beside him; the heat that added another factor to Hers’ worry for Adith’s didn’t bother her at all.

Dsoleth was offered an absentminded croon, and she turned to nose at the brown’s foreleg gently. Quite annoying, she agreed, only a flick of her tail betraying her true distress with the situation; her eyes gleamed. Mine doesn’t think Adith’s is hurt too badly, though. She can fix him. And the feathery things are gone as well. A quick glance towards the Hatching displayed the last egg had cracked into not one but two little brown squirmy things. It appears the Hatching is quite close to being over as well. When everyone leaves, there will not be as much chaos, the gold concluded, turning back to watching Hers and Adith’s intently; they were much more important now than the Hatching.

[glamourie]

The sudden contact to his back made K’lir look over his shoulder and he moved slightly to give Adith better access to Uu’n; it was an instinctive motion. The odd snippets of conversation he heard were… odd; he didn’t question it, mainly because he was distracted by Meira speaking. Her question made him crinkle his nose and he nodded. “I think so. Give me a moment. BAOTH!” The last word – his dragon’s name – was shouted and K’lir rose back to his feet to half-dash across the Sands. His sudden movement made Showoff squall in confusion, the salamandyr falling down his back and trailing little bloody cuts as he tried to catch his grip. Either K’lir didn’t notice or, more likely, he didn’t care; he ran toward the closed off area where the meat was held during dragon hatchings. He wouldn’t be able to hold an entire stretcher on his own, though. K’lir was a very small person. Hence the reason he’d called for Baoth – while he wouldn’t be able to lift the stretcher alone, she could help him. And no one had ever thought to inform K’lir that dragons didn’t have hands and thus were not all that great at lifting things. Logic, what was that?

Baoth turned and slithered across the Sands after Hers, meeting him after only a moment. She stretched herself out and carefully watched as he scattered about in search of a stretcher. Stupid Uu’n. Stupid. Why didn’t he hold on better? Did he get some unholy joy out of making K’lir worry about him?

The Smaller Cobra Brown leapt into the sand and rolled around, positively enjoying playing. His tail curled about and he burrowed underneath a thin layer, watching his clutchbrother, and then all at once sprung himself out to tackle the other brown over. The Larger Cobra Brown squeaked and fell over before rolling around, sending the pair of salamandyrs splayed across the sands. Both squeaked at one another before the Larger Cobra Brown leapt away and flapped his wings, his little frill flaring. It wasn’t threat – it was playing, as evidenced by the pleasant shades of his eyes. He leapt up onto the side of his shell, flicking one of the fragments with his tail over to the Smaller Cobra Brown, who snatched the fragment in his mouth happily.

Hungry? asked the Larger Cobra Brown curiously.

Hungry, affirmed the Smaller Cobra Brown, firmly holding the egg fragment in his mouth. It was his, you see; it was a gift from his lovely brother, and he’d keep it forever. Forever and ever. Food?

Food, the Larger Cobra Brown confirmed with a light flick of his tail. Find yours?

Will. Love. Love love. Best. The Smaller Cobra Brown bounced around the sand before turning around to look at the crowd of people. He took one glance at his egg-brother to make sure that he was okay (and found him perched precariously on the rest of the fragments, clearly waiting his turn). He frilled a moment more before starting forward amongst the crowd in search of the one that he would pick. One of them would be His. But which one? So many good ones to pick, such a variety. He needed to make sure that he made a very good choice, but it was very difficult to do because there was such a selection… so many prospective for His to give him food…

This one? he asked of his egg-brother, as though for confirmation. His gaze had snared on someone, and he carefully stood up on his hind legs, his forelegs coming up to clutch the fragment in his mouth to keep it steady. Is good?

Is good. Get food. The Larger Cobra Brown sprang off his fragments and pranced forward to get a better look before crooning to his clutchbrother. Yes, that one was good. He approved of that one for his beloved eggbrother.

Trilling around his shiny, the Smaller Cobra Brown darted forward and up the side of Mi’rah’s leg. He came to stop on the bronzerider’s shoulder before slinking his entire body along the man’s neck in what could only be described as being absolutely besotted. His eyes took on a shade of blue so bright as to resemble the sky and he wriggled, moving the fragment from his mouth to his claws. His wings flared and he stood on his hind legs, barely more than an inch long, his tail curling under his body. This one would do. He was perfect for him, yes yes. He’d understand the importance of specials, and he would give him delicious food, and he’d let him play with his clutchbrother and he just knew this one was the best one there for him. The others were good, yes, but this one was His. He chirped affirmatively to make his choice known. Why had none of his siblings picked him? Sillies. Not his problem!

Food, please, MineOne. Hungry.

Is good. You good, the Larger Cobra Brown stated, obviously approving of Mi’rah. He didn’t linger, though. Once his clutchbrother had chose, it was up to him to wade through the sea of people to find who he wanted. He crawled back to the nest to get a better look at everyone, perching on his hindlegs to look around – one of them had to suit him. One of them –

Yes. One of them did suit him. Happily flaring his frill, he took off at a speed that was probably comical to those watching him. Across the sands he ran, diving around the legs of those who remained, up over sand dunes, and he flew clear over Uu’n’s head. Off the boy’s face he launched himself, until he managed to latch onto Meira’s shoulder, where he crooned melodiously to her. She was by far the best one there, though why she was so far away was anyone’s guess – very far, silly LoveHis, didn’t she know that she needed to be closer for him to see her sooner? And what was she doing? Oh! OH! His was a RESCUER. She fixed things! See, of course she was the best. He’d picked out one that fixed things. His would make everything better if anyone got hurt and he could always be proud of her because she was a fixer, and fixers were amazing.

Love you, he said; he didn’t have to ask whether or not his clutchbrother would approve because his was a fixer. Of course he’d approve.

Just to confirm, though, the Smaller Cobra Brown called to him – and Meira! – Good fixer! Good!

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01. Rattlesnake Egg Impressed: Green Aliene to T'san
02. Black Widow Egg Impressed: Green Lilitu to F'lix
03. Dart Frog Egg Impressed: Blue Simpering Fool to F'lix
04. Oleander Egg Impressed: Green Snot to Aliscia
05. Jellyfish Egg Impressed: Blue Terror to F'ur
06. Scorpion Egg Impressed: Bronze Guru to Quintrell
07. Brown Recluse Egg Impressed: Green Shard to T'ke
08. Gila Monster Egg Impressed: Blue Nocturne to Eikane
09. Belladonna Egg Impressed: Brown Green-Queen to K'von
10. Cobra Egg Impressed: Smaller Brown Doppelganger to Mi'rah // Impressed: (Larger) Brown Mimic to Meira
11. Deathstalker Egg Impressed: Blue Chair to Mina
12. Lionfish Egg Impressed: Bronze Zexion to Mayari

OOC: Mandyrs from this clutch will mature on NOVEMBER 10TH, 2009.

[glamourie]

(Smaller) Cobra Brown

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Brown #6E2900
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: Behruth
Looks To: Mi'rah

Physical Description: This brown salamandyr is unusually long and slender, distinctly resembling a rope. His wings are long and slender, built more for balancing his body out than any kind of flight, and his legs are perfectly proportioned to his body. His tail is a defining feature, easily ‘too long’ for his body, even for a salamandyr; more than twice his body length, he can twist his tail around behind and above him so that he very distinctly resembles twisting tree branches. Even his face is more slender than the average salamandyr’s, with an angular snout that almost seems pointed. His eyes are actually on the large side for a salamandyr, unusually defined for one of his species, making him look young and innocent. Coupled with a ridiculously wide frill, this is one salamandyr that can merit staring. When he’s angry, he tends to look ridiculous, and Faranth forbid the wind blows when he’s displaying; he will fall flat on his face, poor little guy. Despite the huge size of his frill and the long nature of his tail, ‘ugly’ would not be a word that describes this salamandyr. He has a gift for winding around things (branches, hands, wrists), and it’s impossible not to find his little squeaks endearing.

His coloration is bizarre for a brown. A mottled red-brown shade covers his entire body, leading to him looking distinctly mahogany. On the flipside, fall shades of honey seem to drip over his wings and down his back, and the entire look is highlighted by dark brown pinstripes starting as eyeliner and zipping down the middle of his body, coming to a halt at the tip of his tail which is solidly dark all around. His coloring possesses a dusting of light shades of tan, splashing over his feet in the form of socks and gloves, which add emphasis to his otherwise unique appearance. The final accent that makes this little brown stand out is a network of diamond outlines in dark brown, zigzagging over his body starting at the back of his neck and encompassing his tail. His face and his frill are untouched and flawless. In leaves, he’ll be impossible to spot – especially if he’s well cared for! And aside from the lighter ‘socks’ (rather than ribbon-like markings), he’s the exact mirror image of his brother – these two are easily twins.

Personality: Sweet – that is the word that describes this salamandyr to a tee. He goes out of his way to be kind to people. While he’s not naïve, the phrase “eternal optimist” would suit him well. He always hopes for the best in every situation, and looks for the good in people and other creatures all around him. This salamandyr believes that always expecting the best means that he’ll often get to see it, and he’s pleasant to be around. Friendly, too; he likes to talk to everyone, and he’s usually quite pleasant, favoring chipper words over the insults that most of his kind bias toward. He’s completely casual too – he doesn’t favor firelizards or salamandyrs, but instead will treat both races equally, and unlike most of his species, he doesn’t eat firelizard eggs. He likes babies far too much to do that. He’s very happy to bounce around chatting up everyone on sight, and being so outgoing, he’s very happy to help others too – this is one salamandyr that absolutely defies his species’ stereotype: not only is he kind and considerate, but he’s so far from arrogant that the word wouldn’t be applied to him. No demands are made. He’s usually just happy to be around others. People are wonderful, you see. All of them.

Were he a Terran creature, the word “magpie” might spring to mind for some of his habits, though. He likes to collect things – and he really doesn’t have any particular type of thing he favors, though flowers are definitely prioritized heavily. His mindmate will find him to possess a rapidly growing hoard of different things he finds pretty and pleasant to look at, some more practical than others. Rocks, twigs, flowers, rings, hair ribbons, the works: all of it will eventually end up in this little guy’s collections, and sometimes he’ll even try to collect other creatures. The end result is that this salamandyr will probably chase most every Rising female salamandyr or firelizard, with little likelihood of ever ending up monogamous. It’s not that he has a problem with being faithful (far from!), he just… likes the way their bodies shine. So very pretty, they are.

With his mindmate, he’s extremely affectionate and curious, often asking many questions and trying to figure out the way things work. Unfortunately, he abhors violence in all forms and won’t tolerate it – if His is subjected to any kind of violence, he’s liable to throw a fit. But he’s not violent himself. No, he just bounces around shouting disapproval with pleasant words (imagine a feline spitting while chanting ‘Lovely lovely lovely’ over and over again) until his point is made. Violence isn’t allowed. Make love, not war!

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(Larger) Cobra Brown

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Brown #6E2900
Gender: Male
Based Off Of: Checkoth
Looks To: Meira

Physical Description: Distinctly serpentine and unusually long, this salamandyr is likely to provoke second and third looks… not because he’s unattractive, or staggeringly pretty… but because he’s just so thin; like staring at a brown vine of some kind. Long, bizarrely thin wings make for excellent twists and turns, but poor gliding; this is one agile creature, but absolutely terrible at true flight (which he likely won’t bother with anyway). His legs are proportioned well to his body, though his tail most assuredly is not; it’s ridiculously long, too much so to look normal for him and will likely provoke second and third glances just in surprise. He’s odd even for a salamandyr. His frill is noticeably wide as well, and when folded downward it resembles a beard. This is quite the funny compliment, considering that his eyes are on the large side and thus he looks young and will even into adulthood. The sleek, angular lines of his face look even more comical with the layered skin of his frill, a fact that he finds amusing – thus he won’t be flaring his frill anywhere near as much as most salamandyrs. He doesn’t have to be beautiful to be amazing, does he?

At first glance, the phrase “camouflage” comes to mind. This salamandyr has a rustic red-brown shade covering his whole body. It’s complimented by a lighter shade of brown with distinctly golden undertones that slithers down the line of his back, drizzling over his body like fine honey. His eyes are rimmed in a deep, espresso brown that jolts over his sides as pinstripes, twisting down to cap off the end of his tail in a dark shade. His appearance is complimented by swirls of lighter brown that twist up his legs like ribbons, rather than socks. Finally, a dark brown shade only two hues lighter than the pinstripes covers his body, forming into diamond outlines that start at the base of his neck and move down the line of his tail, leaving his face clear and perfect. His frill is pure red-brown when flared, unabridged perfection. Aside from the ribbon-like lighter shades as opposed to socks, he’s the exact mirror image of his twin.

Personality: Bundles and bundles of enthusiasm is this salamandyr – about just about everything that goes on around him. New clothes? Awesome! New area to visit? Amazing. New people? Ooh, ooh boy! It’s impossible to get this little guy down and indeed, everything seems to excite him so it’s only logical that his favorite place to be will be to perch on his mindmate’s head so that he can see everything interesting thing going on around him. Excitable, who, this little guy? Why yes, yes he is. And it’s nearly impossible to offend him, though when it happens, his upset is rather like being faced down with a kicked puppy: he sulks, but not in an attempt to guilt trip – instead, he honestly feels bad for upsetting anyone. He himself feels guilty. Punishing him will be difficult for his mindmate, simply because of the honest waves of remorse the salamandyr will feel at anything he does wrong. Faranth-forbid he ever meet anyone cruel, either, because he simply won’t be able to understand why anyone would dislike him. Is it something wrong with him? What can he do to fix it? Please, oh please, don’t dislike him!

In addition to being exceptionally enthusiastic, this salamandyr is also very, very sweet. He never has an ill word to say about anyone and indeed, he’s very happy to cuddle up to His without prejudice. He’s not possessive, nor is he in any way jealous; he trusts His, he does, and he doesn’t believe he’d ever be replaced.

Unfortunately, he’s pretty gullible and prone to believing everything he’s told (unless it’s malicious about His in any way and then he’ll argue because no one ever should insult His, His is perfect) and thus may end up accidentally repeating some less-than-savory remarks, or doing improper things. Bad influences should be kept away from him at all times. The word of His is law, and thus is to be obeyed at all times. Training will be a cinch just because he’s so eager to show how good he is at everything and how worthy of love he is, but an ill word… oh, if His ever is unhappy with him, this salamandyr will nearly cease functioning just because of how much it will upset him. He loves His, he does, and he’s very loyal. He’ll go out of his way to be good to His, and if His is unhappy with him for any reason, he’ll do anything to make it up. Steal. Beg. Grovel. Even the salamandyr version of crying. He can’t bear for His to be mad at him.

[kat]

As soon as the hatching was over and done with, the three who'd arrived late made their way out as quietly as they'd come in. Rayne yawned and stretched, having come with nothing and gaining nothing. No big deal, really. She was eager to enjoy a few rays of sun with Kynoath, really. Nothing doing there, and so she made her way off to do so.

Tal would have liked to Impress something. He supposed arriving late hadn't increased his chance at it any, though. He had been late and there had only been a couple left. Unlike with the wher hatching, maybe circumstance of arrival time had to do with the fact he'd been left without one of the interesting little critters. He wasn't one to let disappointment get to him, and yet the loneliness he'd been feeling would have to last until he either found a companion of his own (be that firelizard, wher or other) or until he met someone who he could spend more time with. Either way, he resolved to do something about the matter.

Mihkal watched the remainder of the hatching and then left quietly. It had been interesting and something to do, and he supposed he'd been fortunate to witness a bit of it. He was really wondering what to do with the rest of the day now, however. Time crawled by when you were bored. He'd need to learn to be more social, because while he had made a few acquaintances, there was nothing remotely like a friend here for him save maybe the ever busy T'lor. With an inward sigh, he wandered off and pondered his lot.

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Maya had been late, and as such, she'd not been expecting to Impress a Mandyr at all. Her attention was instead drawn to where the bluerider had fallen. Her calling was dragonhealing, but in the Infirmary she had been dealing with people. Her first instinct was to go over and lend some aid to the young man. However, even as she turned to do so, a voice which was decisively calling her drew her attention away.

There was a momentary feeling of sheer confusion. Maya hadn't ever Impressed something before. Not dragon, not firelizard, not anything. The fact that she could quite clearly hear something calling her threw her off guard. It wasn't even as though she heard it, per say. It was in her head. She was thoroughly momentarily mollified.

Knowing nothing of 'Mandyrs ways of speaking telepathically, at first she thought it was a dragon. But why a dragon would speak to her in such a way, telling her to 'save it' was just beyond her. That's when her attention went back to the Salamandyrs. Her eyes fell on a large bronze hatchling who appeared to be unable to get out of his egg. Was it? No one else was going forwards, and the poor thing was panicking. She could feel it panicking! So strange was the sensation that she was again taken aback. However, she didn't hesitate to quickly go forth and gently pick up the egg, removing the shell from the rather tiny specimen of a creature. Fascinating!

The bronze hissed at the shell, kicking the remains of it off of Maya's hand and onto the ground below, a frill puffing out as it bobbed its head up and down, making what she could only interpret as obscene gestures at the fallen shards. No eat me stupid you very much stupid evil you not eat me!

Again, there was that voice in her head. She glanced around at the others, wondering if they could hear it too. However, it became apparent they couldn't. She looked down in her hand at the creature. He was lovely, that much she realized instantly. His coloring was amazing and an oddity all at once. Seeming to realize he was being admired, the little creature went from flat and frilled out to tall and puffed up!

Pretty me, yes yes? Feed pretty yours, do now!

The last was quite clearly an order. One that sounded as though the bronze clearly meant for her to obey. Wait--it didn't tell her its name. Was she supposed to give it one, then? She hadn't named anything since she'd named a few stray felines. What to call him? Well, her favorite one she'd called Zexion. Why couldn't that work. "All right, Zexion..." she tried the name on her tongue for size, and then glanced around. There was apparently meat provided. She'd assumed they were predatory. They had the fangs for it, after all. She noted his size was unusually large, and his wings too. She didn't know if they could fly, but he didn't seem to be making an attempt to.

What Zexion?

She blinked, and then smiled. How intelligent they were! Like...small dragons. There had been a bit of a void and some disappointment when she hadn't Impressed at the hatching. She'd been mauled, sure, but that was about it. Now, however, that void seemed to be completely gone. This was almost like a little dragon. It could converse, it could learn, obviously. She was thrilled, really, unable to hide the smile that wouldn't seem to go away. She was suddenly very glad she hadn't missed out on this.

"Zexion is your name. Do you like it?"

The Salamandyr cocked his head first to one side, then to the other. He almost appeared to be thinking this over. However, he replied in the next instant. Me Zexion. Will do. You feed Zexionyours now. He hopped a couple of times in her hand so that he was facing the direction of the food. Maya nodded, then went on over. Such small chunks the meat was in! However, the creatures themselves were smaller even than firelizards. The golden queen who was obviously the dam of the clutch was maybe the size of the smallest green firelizards she'd ever seen. So convenient! She could bring him everywhere! A feeling of warmth seeped through her. She took up a small handful, wondering how much he'd need to eat, before she caught notice of the bluerider and Meira again.

Meira...she'd been the first person Maya had met upon coming to Selenitas. She hadn't spoken much to the girl since the hatching where she'd been mauled by Jingth, Meira's gold. She still had four parallel scars on her hip as a rather unpleasant reminder of her own rejection. And yet, she didn't hold it against Meira...or Jingth. She wasn't happy about it, no. Yet she wasn't the first, nor would she be the last, to have been mauled. At first she'd been upset over it, if only because the mauling wasn't the typical one where the dragon simply trampled or accidentally gotten entangled with the person in the way. No--she'd been tossed aside by Jingth like an unwanted toy. That had bothered her more than anything. Still, she worked in the Infirmary and saw Meira still. She wanted to let the girl know there were no hard feelings about it.

So, scooping up a bit more into her hand, she walked over to the fallen bluerider, and asked, "did you see what happened? There doesn't appear to be any signs of bleeding but if he hit his head he should be monitored," she commented. It was said matter-of-fact in mannerism. She was sure Meira knew this, and yet Uu'n would needed to be moved somewhere out of the way--possibly the infirmary. And Meira couldn't do that on her own. She knelt down, noting Zexion feeding hungrily. She'd grabbed a good handful of meat and it wasn't like he was going to eat it all. She liked that he was so small that he wouldn't require much food. The kitchens were always full of scraps after all.

[Lotty]

It was about time that Raebeli had finally come back to the sands. You'd think she was slaughtering the herdbeast herself with the way it took so long. To top it off Mi'rah felt a little guilty. It seemed like she went through all that trouble for nothing. There was just the two little mandyrs left, and they were so busy playing he wondered if they even needed anyone else other than themselves. He had met very few twins in his life, and never had he seen two dragon(ish) creatures come out of one egg, but he imagined there was a certain connection there between the two and he left it at that. He looked over as the mindhealer came up to his side with a napkin filled with little snacks already mandyr bite sized.

"Did I miss anything exciting Mi'rah?" the bronzerider shook his head in denial and lightly leaned to a side to hide the disaster her bird had caused behind him. She tried to peak around, but the man was much...well bigger in all regards than she. Rae also immediately noticed a distinct lack of a certain feathered friend, "Where did Cap'n go?" Not missing a beat the rider was able to quickly cover, "Something caught his interest and he had to fly...I don't think today was my lucky day Rae. Wanna go?"

"Oh no Mi'rah! Look!" The girl pointed a thin finger down at the sands. The two browns had stopped their rumpus and were looking quite curiously at the bronzerider, which left the man rather dumbstruck. What? How was it that two of these things were both examining him of all the people on the sands? Next thing he knew one of them - the smaller one with the shard in his mouth - had scurried all he way up his pant leg and to his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck. Mi'rah had an expression that could only be described as "cartoony" his mouth curled into punch drunk flattery. He was absolutely adored by this little brown salamandyr and he couldn't help but share the sentiment....it was a sweet one too. He just knew.

The rider had no idea how lucky he was to have Impressed to the exception to the rule instead of the arrogant archetypes, a man like him probably wouldn't have been able to handle two egotistical minds duking it out in his mindspace (to which Kierjaarth interjected with a mental snort). He reached down to take the food offered to him by Raebeli and with an extraordinary amount of care, he began to feed the little guy just as he asked, but at Good Fixer! Good! He looked over at the girl who had Impressed the mandyr's beloved twin. Had she not been swamped with what looked like a predicament already, he would have introduced himself...after all they had to know each other now..they were brought together by the wondertwins! Instead he shyly waved intending to bump into the young gold rider later. Until then....

Good food! Good! Love mine! Love brother! he certainly wasn't shy about expressing his emotions. Softly, especially compared to the yabber of the spunky little creatures he witnessed here today, he insisted that his little party should make their way towards the exit, "Come on you little Doppelganger...."