Cower in the Light (Deepest Fears Hatching)

[Tashe]

Profiles

Feyrianth (Fairy-anth) -Four winged

Impressed: Erilena

Personality: Protective of anything she considers Hers, Feyrianth is known to lay claim to everything and anything. From a particularly lovely rock, to a human that she takes a shine too. Of course, when one is speaking about this Green, the word protective is layered with love. In this sense, Protection means safety, and that is what she always is eager to provide. A safe place, where lots of love will be doted upon who ever seeks the shelter of her four wings. All things said, it is obvious that Feyrianth enjoys company. And has a humor that allows her to become friendly with nearly everyone she meets, always able to find the silver lining in the dark. Especially when it comes to her deformity. She often compares herself to the pretty 'Flutterbys', that seem to thrive and fly around in the Summer. She knows that she's different, but she tries to make the best of it.

Not one to be greedy, Feyrianth does indulge herself when it comes to shiny things. She absolutely adores gifts of said shiny things, particularly nature bound items. Such as rocks or leaves twisted with a strand of copper or other metal. She won't steal what she wants, but instead often voice over and over again how pretty she thinks a necklace or another object is, complimenting the owner instead of being jealous that she doesn't have something like it. And when it comes to metallic Dragons, she has a strange adoration for Golds. Whether because they're shiny, or because of some deeper emotion, Feyrianth is always chipper around Golds. Now, Bronzes on the other hand, are a different matter. The Green is shy and almost frightened around the shiny males. The reasons, such as with the Golds, is unknown but just accepted.

Appearance: Tall and thin, this Dragon looks like she is walking on air with her slightly bouncy gait. Light green like river algae, Feyrianth is covered with small, almost metallic green dots all over her body. Giving her hide a soft shimmer when the sun hits her from directly above. But what is truly unique about this Green, is located upon her back. Feyrianth has four wings, instead of two. Two sets of wings that although they look as if they could move individually, they are much like a butterfly's in the way of movement. Layered, so that the top set is folded over the bottom set, the four appendages move together as if the Green only had one pair. Despite this incredible mutation, Feyrianth can fly, but will not be able to fly thread in the higher altitudes. Instead, it will free her to work with the ground and medical crews.

Black talons are the only thing about her that even hint at fierceness, even though there is hardly a fighting bone in her body, since most of her movements are gentle and light. Built for currying sick or injured people rather than participating in aerial combat, Feyrianth physically years for the ability to help in anyway she can. A slender tail and neck will help with flight, especially in the beginning when she is first working out how to use her wings correctly. Overall, if Feyrianth did not have her special add - ons, she would look very much like a normal Dragon.


Paglieth (Pag-lie-th)

Impressed: L'nu

Personality: Paglieth is irrefutably, and undoubtedly a compulsive lier. He doesn't mean to lie continuously, it just seems to happen before he can stop himself. He knows that lying is not a good thing to do, and he tries to keep himself in check. But his attempts fail... miserably. One moment he'll say that the sky is green, and then the next he'll apologize and say that the sky is actually blue. Sometimes, he'll just stick to his lie if it means not getting in trouble or if it will prevent it. Other wise he will always try to seek forgiveness and speak the truth. He does not aim to harm anyone by his lies, but it sometimes happens. Pagieth will feel really guilty if he does happen to hurt someone because of what he said to someone, or said to them. Because all in all, the Blue is actually very friendly and kind kind hearted.

Paglieth also dislikes fighting, he doesn't see why people and dragons need to fight. Gentle and loving to make up for his unusual condition, the Blue tries his best to make as many friends as possible. And each friend he gains, he makes sure to tell them about his habitual lying. So that they don't dislike him when they find out the hard way. He does not like being a compulsive lier, but he does his best to live with it. A gift he does have though, is the ability to read the emotions of humans without probing their minds and invading their mental space. A feather light brush will tell him everything he needs to know about their emotional state.

Appearance: Pagleith is almost the same color as the sky above, maybe a little darker. Long streaks of lighter blue run in random patches, like clouds, along his body and across his legs. The sails of his wings are the same light blue color as the cloud like streaks, while the cartilage and hide that frames them are a perfect match to his base color. Tall, Paglieth has long wings to balance his hight and carry him easily through the air. Like others in his clutch, he has a longer neck and a slightly shorter than normal tail. He will of course, be able to fly as well as any other dragon after a little work in the field of balance. Walking on the ground will be a problem, but not because of his shorter tail, he is just naturally clumsy.

Paglieth has a long snout and a more angled head in which long sharp teeth are housed, he could easily be considered frightening if he ever decided to snarl or growl at something. Adding to the slightly more edgy appearance, the Blue has four black talons, one on each of his four knee joins. These growths are extremely sharp and foreboding. He has matching claws on each of his feet, black and the dark color of Onyx. He can be dangerous if he needs to be.

[dragon]

Llannu rocked on his heels a bit, wringing his fingers with his hands and chewing on his bottom lip, brows knitted together in an expression of severe worry. Why was he worried? He had no idea. But he was scared, he knew that much. He was going to get eaten, he just knew it. It just so happened that he was in the middle of yet another rock backward when someone grabbed him from behind. (or, maybe not grabbed, but it was still scary!)

Llannu screeched, and flailed, and just about fell plumb clean over before he managed to get his feet back underneath him. At which point he just stared at Xerxes with wide eyes as he hyperventilated. Finally realizing it wasn't something trying to eat him, or someone there to drag him away to who knew what tortures, he managed to calm down a bit. "Uh ... uh .... uh ... yeah." He swallowed, and then nodded hastily. "I'm fine." the last word he squeaked.

Llannu blinked, and turned to look at the eggs again, having managed to somehow miss the first two hatchings in his moment of utter fright. He turned, just in time to suddenly have a faceful of angular dragon-face in his, taloned feet planted on his chest. The points he could feel, through the distressingly-thin absurdly-white dress. Llannu would have screamed again, in sheer terror, if it hadn't been for those rainbow-swirling eyes looking back at him.

Which was the only thing that kept him from ducking and running from what the dragonet was actually saying. Otherwise, he would have thought he was getting mauled. Instead, he just stood there ... and stared ... mouth agape.

Paglieth tilted his head to one side, watching this for a moment, before getting off of L'nu's chest and settling back onto his haunches in a canine-like sit. You look bored. I'm not really hungry. I mean! I am very hungry! Are you okay...? the young blue asked, with some concern.

L'nu managed to get his wits back around his noggin, then, and then nearly choked. Yes, Paglieth was hungry ... he could feel that. How weird! He could someone else's hunger! "Uh ... uh ..." he looked around lost. He'd not been told what he was supposed to do now, but that driving, aching hunger in his belly was a sure indication that if he didn't feed that cloudy blue soon, both of them were going to start chewing on somebody to sate the pangs. Finally, he turned back to Xerxes. "Where do I find something to feed him?" He asked, hopefully.

Paglieth bounced back to all four feet, tail waving slowly from side to side as his jaw dropped slightly in a draconic grin ... exposing all of his pointed, snagledy teeth. Goodbye! I never want to see you again! I mean ...! Oh, dearrrrr.... he trailed off from his attempted greeting to Xerxes, who was oh so clearly a friend of his L'nu!

[kat]

Ooc: been out of the house a lot lately. Visiting my parents, trying to get more of a real life and balance that with computer time. But hatching is yay. Awah, I have three dragon candidates!

She'd been here before. On these same sands, last hatching. The familiarity of it all didn't make it less an experience. Still, last experience hadn't been so good for Maya. The gold who'd Impressed to Meira had left her with a line of parallel scars on her left hip. They'd healed surprisingly neatly, but the scars were still there. An unpleasant reminder of what happened if you got in the way of a dragon who wasn't looking for you, but someone else. This time, she would be more wary. This time, she wouldn't allow the priorities of healing someone else take her entire attention away from what was going on around her. She was no good to anyone if she herself got injured, and there were assigned healers to deal with it, besides.

The white robes were airy and yet a bit uncomfortable. Tradition, they were. Still, tradition was a tad overrated. Her brown eyes watched the eggs expectantly, knowing they would hatch all too soon. She had no clue as to what they held, just as she'd had no clue last hatching. This time, she was looking about nervously, trying to be sure that whatever came out didn't trample her. Forcing herself to breath levelly, she tried to remind herself that she'd been unlucky last time. There wasn't too much chance she'd be mauled two hatchings in a row.

She glanced at the other candidates. Some were familiar faces, from last hatching. Many were newer, and she only recognized them from candidate's lessons, from the barracks. She'd been spending a lot o time in the Infirmary, though. She hadn't much time to get to know anyone particularly well. Even if she were to stand again, she thought she'd like to change that. After all, she'd been here a while now. The other Weyrlings' dragons were growing up, faster than she could believe. She longed to be amongst the new batch of Weyrlings. Still, she wasn't impatient. She knew that there had been many left standing time and time again, and they'd still Impressed. She hadn't thought about what would happen if she didn't. She didn't really want to think that far ahead. Optimism was the better choice, in her mind.

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Mihkal was nervous. He'd been antagonizing over the up and coming hatching for many sevendays now, and as he slid into the robes, he was finding himself trying to remember to breathe. It was his first time standing, and he didn't know what to expect. Not like he hadn't watched from the sidelines. He'd been there when his cousin, T'lor, had Impressed to his blue, Shith. T'lor had laughed at him, and told them that it was 'nothing doing' and that he'd be just fine. He knew that the blue weyrling would be up in the stands, watching. He hoped he didn't disappoint. There was a chance he might not Impress. T'lor had just told him to do his best, because it was all anyone would ask of him.

Do his best? He walked onto the hatching sands, wondering exactly what that meant. He was still wondering when the first egg cracked, and the second. How did one do anything but stand there and watch, and be either hopeful or apprehensive? This could change his life forever. Or he might be left here while others Impressed, and maybe he'd be standing again. He just didn't know, and the unsureness was making his gut wrench. Butterflies in his stomach. Unease. Why did everyone else look so much more collected than he felt? Maybe they were the ones being reasonable and he was over thinking this all. He cleared his throat, and took a deep breath.

He was supposed to watch the blues, and the browns, and the bronzes. Still, he remembered a couple of people got mauled last hatching. How could he forget? He wasn't a coward but it had looked rather painful, and he'd avoid that, if he could. So he watched the green, too, a little wariness in his eyes. Greens were unpredictable, right? Did boys Impress them, or just the ones who didn't prefer women? He couldn't remember, all of a sudden. Well, he'd just eye them all, then. Was there a gold? He didn't know that, either. He took another deep breath, and another. Breathe in. Breathe out. All he had to do was breathe, and watch the dragons. They would do the rest.

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Kiana had expected to be a lot more nervous than she was. Everyone was excited, and it was rubbing off on her. She was standing, actually standing, for a dragon. Her palms were sweaty, and she wasn't sure if the nervousness or the excitement was more pressing at the moment. Probably both! She had gotten on the robes quickly and went along with the rest of the candidates to stand on the sands. The anticipation was growing, as she watched them all take up their places. She chose one in the middle. It allowed for a nice view, for starters. Even if she didn't Impress today, she wanted to see it all happen!

The eggs were rocking, and the queen so close up looked amazing. Was there another queen in there? She wasn't sure if she would be able to handle such huge responsibility. She really was hoping for the right dragon for her, and yet she'd been told it was all the dragon's decision. Well, if they knew, they knew. Probably whichever one picked her was the right one. Or didn't pick her, maybe hers wasn't here? Her mind was racing, and she hoped that Winter, her cat, was napping. She'd grown really close to the animal since she'd bought her at the Gather. She was lovely, and a great companion. A canine would have been too much, for someone who might get a dragon, in her opinion. A cat, though, was far more self sufficient. She was shaken from her thoughts by the first dragons to hatch.

Oh, they were so lovely! A green and a blue, both...something was amiss. The dragon, she looked somehow different. Because she was so close to where everything happened, she saw it. She gasped quietly, for the green, it had not one but four wings! It was mind boggling. The green had four, not two, wings! Would it be able to fly? Was it healthy? Would it Impress? The last question was the first to be answered. It Impressed, all right. To a girl she recognized from the barracks. Well, congratulations to them, then! She only hoped the green would be able to fly, and had no other differences that would hinder her in life. Still, the shock of seeing a four winged green was still making her head reel. Had such a thing ever happened before?

The eggs were rocking violently, and her attention turned to them. Lots of eggs, did one of them hold her own partner? Was there any more surprises in them? She couldn't wait to see what the clutch held.

[Shiny]

Eyes still glued together for the most part, Jerash followed the flock of Candidates. Even the rocking of the boat hadn't woken him up much. Being a very heavy sleeper was a bad thing at times like this. He felt as though he was being dragged by those in front of him by an invisible rope, because he couldn't recall his feet carrying him across the sands.

Oh yes, this was the Hatching area, wasn't it? Following the others in front of him, he gave an elegant bow, somehow making it seem as though he was more awake than he really was (although his eye goobers probably gave him away. Oops...). After croaking his thanks to the Queen for the opportunity, he shuffled with the others who had already finished their greetings. He would've at least attempted to smooth out his messy hair if he wasn't so... so absent, but he blearily concluded that he still looked totally amazing anyway.

After a few moments, gasps and applause erupted from the mass of Candidates around him. He furrowed his brow. Something was probably happening. He should wake up now. Picking at the crust in the corners of his eyes with both hands, he inhaled and exhaled deeply. A girl near him squealed with joy. He turned his head to watch the event; icy eyes widened, now very awake. Said newly-Bonded was hugging the firstborn dragonet.

The Feline Attack Green was so different, but absolutely stunning. Although dragons altogether were a new experience for him, he could definitely say this one stood out. The Snake Bite Blue was as beautiful as the sky he loved so much, and was in awe at its markings. He watched it stumble to its Bonded - the nervous kid. Grinning like his usual happy self, Jerash came up with the assumption that they would go well together. His excitement level shot up as it finally sunk in that yes, he was actually participating in the Hatching, and that maybe, just maybe, he would be getting a lifelong friend for life.

He turned his gaze to the rest of the clutch, curiously watching. Would other mutants and beauties emerge? It wasn't a hard question to answer, but he couldn't help but build up his own suspense (and state the obvious, like he always did - or in this case, ask the obvious).

[jaq]

When the Candidate Master knocked on the door, Dyu had already been up, getting ready to do her morning trap checks. So she was able to hurry and change into the candidate robes and been one of the first candidates to follow Emoyan. She was none to pleased to have to leave her feline headdress behind, but it made her feel slightly better when she asked Qinaii to stay behind and guard it.

On her way out she dropped off food for Bawnii and Klaiid and then continued to follow the Candidate Master and the rest of the candidates.

Upon arriving at the Hatching Grounds she paid her respects to the Goldpair, very pleased to see that they had accepted and were wearing her gifts. Then took her place amongst the other female candidates.

She was so distracted by all the people in the Stands that she missed the first two Impressions.


(OoC: I am sorry this is so short and crappy; I am in the middle of moving. I should be able to post again before the hatching ends.)

[mierce]

Cerdic glanced sideways when he felt someone take a place next to him; he still wanted to keep at least one eye on the eggs after all. But what was that? Was it a smile? Not just any smile either but one that was absolutely radiating! Forgetting his case of morning breath, he offered her a broad smile himself, his grey eyes curving into half moons. “Good morning~” he whispered cheerfully, then followed her gaze back towards the eggs. By now, his nervousness had been steeled into a anticipation as he watched the first two eggs.

The Feline Attack Egg hatched completely first, and Cerdic felt his breath catch in his throat. This was the first dragonet he had ever seen hatched! His eyes widened as he watched the beautiful creature lift herself up and fly towards Millieth. He didn’t notice her four wings at first, too enamoured by simply having witnessing her birth, but when he finally saw the two pairs unfurl and work in graceful unison, he could help but utter a “Wow…”

The blue, on the other hand, came forth from the Snake Bite Egg with a grand entrance complete with stabbing a hole in another egg. Cerdic winced at the sight, hoping that the Hidden Dangers Egg wasn’t too hurt. It wasn’t really possible for him to tell from where he stood but considering that the mother dragon wasn’t freaking out, it must not be too bad.

His fist clanged around the hem of his wide sleeves as he intently watched the two dragons find their way to their bonded. Eee!!! This was so exciting!!!! He hopped a bit on his feet, not enough to draw too much attention, but it was getting to be far too much effort to contain himself. A full smile found its way on his face and he intently watched the remaining eggs to see the next dragonet fully emerge.

[Tashe]

A challenging screech announced the arrival of the Hidden Dangers Green, reared up from the remains of her egg. If not for the fact she had only two wings, she could have been confused for her clutchsister Feyrianth. She sported almost the same algae green coloration, and the small reflective dots covered her body as well. She was a beautiful Green, and she /knew/ it. She was taller and grander, surely she could not be compaired to the Green who was leaving the sands. She was just... better. Whirling around as a shrill cry answered her challenge, the Hidden Dangers Green growled viciously as the Abandonment Egg shattered.

Wings flared as the Abandonment Blue... Green? ... stepped away from its shell. Dark teal on the top half of it's body, and light green on the lower, it seemed not to notice that it was different from the Green it glared at. That female certainly did not think that she was better than him did she? Think she was stronger and faster than he? The notion made the Abandonment Blue/Green snort in amusement before offering the Hidden Dangers Green a snarl. Lashing his tail, the male smacked it into the Unknown Blue's egg on accident, breaking it enough so that the other male was able to wiggle free. It was an accident, but appearently it was his first good deed. Advancing forward, he tensed his muscles and flared his wings wider. If that Green wouldn't back down, there would be some trouble.

How dare that... that... thing! How could he even think that he was half as great as she was! Screeching in disgust, the Hidden Dangers Green bounded forward and tackled the male, talons extended. The Blue/Green had been waiting for her though, and was able to deflect most of her blow, but in doing so exposed the Unknown Blue to danger. A creel of pain errupted from behind the Hidden Danger's Green, making both pause breifly to see what had happened.

Sinking to the ground, the Unknown Blue cried again. His eye, it hurt so very bad! The Hidden Dangers Green had missed her intended target and one of her claws had slashed the Unknown Blue across his left eye, leaving a bloody gash across his eyelid and cheek. If the damage extended to the soft eye tissue benieth it was hard to tell. Trying to stand up again, the Unknown Blue whimpered.

Snarling and now enraged, the Abandonment male tackled the Hidden Dangers Green savagely. She had hurt an innocent clutchbrother, she was going to pay! A loud and gutteral roar was the only thing that broke the two dragons appart, each turning away from eachother as they quivered in fear. Their mother was not at all happy, her red gaze frightened them more than her bellow. The Abandonment Blue quickly fled as he was dismissed by Millieth, while the Hidden Dangers Green slowly stepped forward to be chastised for what she had done.

During all of the excitement the Drowning Egg had hatching quietly, moving so slowly that the crowd had no reason to look over at it as it unfolded. A dark Blue body raised itself from the remnents of the egg in time to hear both the creeling of pain and the roaring of the Gold. Shrinking away from neither of them, the Drowning Blue quietly made its way over to its shaking clutchbrother. Moving so that the Unknown Blue could use its body as something to lean against, the tall Blue began to help its sibling across the sands and toward the humans that waited. There would be time for it to find its own human after it got the other Blue to someone who could help him. It took what seemed like forever to get the shocked Unknown male to the Candidates, crooning to him softly, telling him he needed to choose. When the Blue moved, the Drowning Blue again assisted its clutchbrother until they stood in front of his chosen one.

Sinking to the ground again, the warm sands giving him something other to think about than the pain in his eye. Using his good eye to look up at Kaerlin, the Unknown Blue spoke, pain lacing through his mindvoice. K'linmine. I hurt, I hurt greatly. I am Picarth, will you make this hurt go away?

As soon as he had sped away from his angry mother, the Abandonment Blue raced directly over to the human who he knew was his. Hiding behind Jerash, the strangely colored male curled his tail around the boy's legs. J'ashmine. I am Craivaruth, we will get food and then leave. Mothermine is very angry at me and clutchsistermine. A pause. I did not mean for clutchbrothermine to get hurt. Lets go!

Meanwhile, the Death Egg and the Burning Egg began to show signs of movement, a shake here or a movement there.

[Tashe]

Profiles

Impressed to: Kaerlin - K'lin

Picarth (Pi-car-th)

(Pi sounds like a soft i, like in Pills.)

Personality: Quite the comedian, Picarth is always cracking jokes he has learned or made up. Even if they are horrible and obviously improvise, all he wants to do is make people laugh and feel good. Picarth wants to make people happy even at expense of own emotions, often pushing away his own feelings to help a friend resolve theirs. He tends to bottle up his emotions because he doesn't want those around him to become infected with a bad mood. His motto is; attitudes are contagious, so make sure yours is worth catching. He lives by it, no matter how hard times are. Of course, there are times when he lets his happiness fade and sets his bottled emotions free, and that is in the alone time he shares with his Mine. He trusts his emotions with his Rider, knowing that because of the special bond that was formed between them, he will always be forgiven later for his less than positive outbursts.

It will be well known that Picarth is a lover and not a fighter, he adores females of any species. He sometimes even enjoys the company of Green Whers, preferring to spend time with the cheerful happy ones over the darker or more broody ones. Picarth is very picky about the females he chooses to chase, despite being known to hang around any and all females outside of Flights. He will often chase the same females multiple times, especially the Greens who are on his special "preferred" list. Usually, he will develop relationships quickly with those on the list, finding them in one way or another special to him. Whether it be their personality, physical appearance or something he can't even describe.

Appearance: Blueish Green like the water around an island, Picarth is a handsome male. Darker blue stripes run at random intervals down from the back of his head and all the way to the very tip of his tail, clustering mainly near his spine with a few renegades that can be found farther away. He is of medium height, long and slightly angular around the face, making him the very definition of streamline. Like a knife he will slice through the sky with quick and powerful wing beats, and his movements imbued with agility that can only be obtained with practice and determination. It would be wise for other dragons not to challenge Picarth to an aerial race, for he is undoubtedly one of the fastest Blues that inhabit Selenitas Weyr.

There is a catch. During his hatching, Picarth was hit across his left eye by a brawling pair of his siblings leaving him partly blind in one eye. You can see exactly where the claw hit, because the damaged eye tissue will hold no color while the small portions of undamaged tissue will change and shift as normal. His blind side will be a detriment in battle, and until he is confident in being able to compensate for it, he should remain out of any serious battling. Despite his slight disability Picarth can fly during threadfall as long as he is confined to helping the Golds in lower altitude duty. He will be often sought out to help run supplies between groups and wings because of his swift response and quick flight.


Impressed to: Jerash - J'ash

Craivaruth (Cray-va-ruth) - Does not chase

Personality: Aggressive. Craivaruth believes that he needs to prove himself worthy of being called a male. Because that is what he is. Incredibly sensitive about his situation, he gets volatile when teased by other Dragons. He has little patience for those around him who cannot see things as they are, those people and Dragons who wish to hide from the plain blatant truth. He does not operate on the same instinctual level that most Dragons do, his Impression to His influenced his young mind greatly, causing it to think more like a human. He has impulses that often cannot be satisfied, and when they can, he does not feel fully so. There is always something missing, and despite his yearning to find what it is, he can never find it. Craivaruth wants to do everything now, he will wait only if he has to, but if he doesn't... well he doesn't.

Of course, as with every Dragon. The Blue has all of his affections centered on his Rider, and is extremely close to them because he is close to no one else. Craivaruth is like a man who wants vengeance for something horrible that has been done to him, a vigilante with good if volatile intentions. Make no mistake, the Blue is good to the core. He can just see the injustices around him, and they frustrate him. He is calm, only in the presence of his Rider, when they are away from the rest of the Weyr. His will have travel away from the Weyr often, or find some other way to vent the insatiable frustration of their Dragon, otherwise something terrible might happen.

Appearance: If anything, Craivaruth is probably the most uniquely colored Dragon to grace Pern. Dark Teal on the upper half of his body, but as if to contrast the dark Blue hide, his lower half is bright green. This split in color dissects his entire body in half almost exactly, leaving many to guess whether he is a Blue with green or a Green with Blue. Despite the two different colors, Craivaruth has no other distinctive markings on his body. But on his head, there are small circles of dark blue and green that form a crescent around the sides of each of his multi-faceted eyes. His is in fact, almost matte in terms of shine, his hide never achieving the shine that most Dragons get when cleaned and oiled. So his Rider must rely on asking Craivaruth if he is sick, rather than depend on the dimness of his hide.

Small for a Blue, he rivals Large Greens for length, only growing about twenty-four feet upon maturity. Craivaruth has a large body with a short neck and tail to match it. Not completely ugly, the Blue has an oddly malevolent look about him. Long wings will make it hard for him to fly, but with time and training, he will be able to fly well enough to fight thread. Black and white talons tip each of his toes, and instead of a split tipped tail, Craivaruth has a singular tip. In addition to his oddness, Craivaruth does not Chase, nor does he Rise. He leaves his Rider to find their own ways of Flying, he is not a tool you know.

[midnight]

Meagen jolted as she heard the screech released by the creatures around her. Her eyes widening as she did her best to stay in one spot. Sometime hatchings could be violent, but she hadn't seen one this bad in awhile. It was a pretty green that came from the egg, but what scared her was the violence unfolding on the sands around her.

There was not a blue/green on the sands, interesting little dragon color. Not something she had seen at Benden. That she could remember.She watched the fight break out between the two, and winced at the injuries of one of the hatchlings. Sweet Faranth, so much was happening at once. So many Greens and Blues, but that was common at clutches like this.

Meagen's head felt like it was going to explode. So much roaring going around. She ducked down and braced her hands on her head for a moment. Clearing her mind and keeping her cool and focus. It was brought back to crystal clarity, she stood up straight. She did so just in time to see the hatchling impress. THe blue first, then the teal one.

Well that was interesting. Her head pivoted though as the egg she had watched, started to hatch.OH! Death was hatching, this should prove interesting!

[absinthe]

Junaes was watching the eggs so intently that he didn’t notice Kaerlin’s arrival, at least not until the other lad spoke, startling him. Blinking, he looked over at the other candidate before offering a welcoming smile. However, he wasn’t much of one for conversation right now; the Hatching was starting to get underway and was becoming all the more interesting for it. The first egg to hatch revealed a pretty little green… with four wings? How unusual. Fortunately he was tall enough that even in the middle of the group he could see over most of the others and got a really good view of the hatchling as she appeared to greet her mother before departing to find who would be her rider. After her (or maybe he hatched at the same time; if he had, Junaes didn’t notice, shamefully) came a little blue from the Snake Bite Egg. Aside from the flitter Hatching from which he’d gotten Creampuff, this was the first Hatching that he’d ever attended and quite frankly he was so busy being fascinated that he forgot to hope that one of the hatchlings would come his way.

Anything Kaerlin said after his initial greeting was completely lost on the other candidate. That is, until two more eggs cracked open to another green and another… blue? The creature was a stunning blue-green color, like warm tropical waters on a sunny day. It seemed that the Hatching Grounds suddenly erupted into chaos though, for there were suddenly two of the hatchlings looking as if they were preparing to duel, and then another shrieking in pain and… it didn’t take long for Junaes to lose track of events altogether. When had that other blue hatched? The little green was standing before Millieth looking as if she were being scolded. He would give anything right then to be able to read the minds of dragons.

So intent was he on the sight of the green hatchling standing before her golden mother that Junaes didn’t even notice the dragon that approached at first. Actually, there were two of them, one hatchling assisting the injured one. Standing stock still from shock at having the creatures so close, it took the lad a moment to realize they were heading for Kaerlin. Quickly stepping out of their path, the young man nonetheless couldn’t help watching closely. Somehow he’d never imagined that hatchlings would help each other; of course he didn’t specifically think they wouldn’t either. It just wasn’t something that he’d given any thought to. Junaes found it hard to look away from the spectacle next to him, especially since it seemed that Kaerlin’s hatchling was the one that had been injured. Resisting the urge to offer some kind of help (he didn’t even know anything about healing humans, let alone dragons), the candidate cast a glance toward the remaining eggs, vaguely surprised to see that there were only seven left. Was the Hatching really that far along?

Apparently time flies when you’re having fun.

[subtlemystery]

After he'd spoken, it seemed that activity began, in the hatching of the little green... With... Four wings. Wow, since when had dragons had four wings? Using his friend's shoulder as a boost to peek over the taller people, Kaerlin's eyes were stuck on that fascinating four-winged green. After that, was a blue, from the... Uh, Snake Bite Egg, that was the one. He couldn't remember all the eggs, though some of them - like the egg that had been so mean, remained imprinted on his memory.

The green found her partner, though it seemed she had been more interested in her mother for a moment, and he was sure the girl would have been practically crying with happiness. He was sure he would, if he ever Impressed. Another green hatched, she wasn't very friendly though, she seemed... Almost arrogant. He'd heard golds and bronzes were like that, but not so much greens. Then there was a blue... Green... Thing, maybe somewhere in between, and they looked about ready to fight. The other blue, the Abandonment Blue looked hurt, in pain, and Kaerlin hadn't even managed to catch him hatching. Why had the green hurt him? He hadn't done anything to her...

The roar startled him into jumping and looking up at Millieth, she was angry, or she seemed it. Kaerlin assumed that was why dragons roared at things. He could understand her being angry too, hatchings were a celebration, not a place to start fights, even he knew that, and he'd managed to miss most of the lessons. Looking away from the gold, Kaerlin was surprised to see the two blue slowly making their way across the sands, in his general direction. With one of the pair injured, he didn't assume that they were going to maul, and considering they were getting closer, maybe one of them wanted Junaes? Then, he glanced at the Unknown Blue, and his eyes remained there, caught by the gaze of the little creature.
K'linmine. I hurt, I hurt greatly. I am Picarth, will you make this hurt go away?

There was no confusion, no wondering who this 'K'lin' was, because as of that moment, K'lin officially didn't care. Instead, he instantly moved towards Picarth, kneeling on the hot sands and not caring one bit for the scalding heat pressing on the skin under the candidate robe, all that mattered was Picarth was hurting and K'lin was no dragon healer, he was no healer at all, he knew that something had to be done, but he wasn't sure it was wise to ask Picarth to move when he hurt so much.
"You need a healer..." Was that really his voice? Sounding so strained and worried as he reached out to rest his hand on Picarth's neck, careful not to touch his eye or even get close to it.

Indecision gnawed at him, and all the while, Picarth's pain throbbed in his mind, and K'lin shifted uneasily. Should he call out? No, no. That might frighten the other dragons. So should he coax Picarth to his feet?
"Can you walk?"
I'm sure I could, if I had to. Though filled with pain, the blues voice was almost determined, though it was reluctant.
"Just enough to get us out of the way of your horrible sister, and then i'll run and find a healer. They'll take the pain away, okay?"
Alright, K'linMine. If you say so. No doubt, no annoyance, not any of that as the blue sturggled to his feet, only to lean on K'lin as best he could while they walked.

[Ember]

Dyleshi flinched at the sudden screech from a newly hatched green. That had startled him into backing up another couple of steps. Safer at the back. Why would any dragonet want to come through all the other candidates just to get to him? He peered through the others to examine the green. She was very similar to that four winged baby...although she only had two wings and the personality seemed very different.

Another egg broke to reveal a...well what was it? The boy wasn't certain he could identify gender with that one. He watched the mixed coloured dragonet break the Unknown egg and proceeded to have a showdown with the Hidden Dangers Green. Hands covering his open mouth, Dyleshi watched as the poor Unknown blue got hurt. The blue hadn't done anything wrong!

The boy was thankful for Millieth's interruption. Who knows what would have happened if the hatchlings had been allowed to keep fighting. he was even more thankful to that Drowning Blue (when did he hatch again?) who helped the injured blue. It seemed that one wasn't dangerous in the least so Dyleshi let his eyes be drawn to the unhatched eggs to watch their movement.

[rii]

Four wings.

Rulven examined the peculiar green. His gaze drifted toward the other candidates, wondering how they felt to see the unnatural deformity. Most seem memorized, spare the tall red head. Although, the hatching went on regardless of the curiosities send the greens way. A few more spilled forth from their shells, fresh to the world yet already full of their personalities. They didn't seem much like the feelings emitting from the shells during the touching.

As the little dragonnets began to fight, Rulven had to turn his attention away. Not like he could possibly do anything to make it stop. If there were any negative thoughts about the clutch, and there were, Rulven was keeping them closely to himself. He scanned the crowds snagging on a familiar face, but only having enough time to give an acknowledging nod before the screeching of pain had his eyes flicking back to the little ones.

The concern showed as the injured blue still went on to impress. The slash across the eye didn't look good. Warily Rulven shifted his gaze to the green responsible for the injury – would she be one of those likely to maul a candidate? Rulven was far enough away from the majority of candidates, and no one stood behind him, so he assumed he would be safe from being bloodied. That didn't mean the others were. Bother.

Did people die during hatchings?

[Requiem]

Xerxes shrunk back from Llannu. It was a testament to his own nerves that his hurt was so obvious - that and the confusion of why. It was only a light brush of arm. "Okay. I'll just..." Go somewhere he wasn't likely to terrify anyone by just a light touch. Before he could make good on that, though, he noticed the blue making a beeline for Llannu. "Umm, incoming?" Not nearly soon enough. It looked like the boy had nearly been shocked out of his skin again. A girl squealed from across the way, clinging to the four-winged green.

He blinked at the younger boy, not comprehending for a moment, then his eyes flicked toward the area just off the sands. "They've got meat over there." He managed a small smile, still feeling awkward about scaring the kid. "Congratulations." The voice in his head made the boy freeze. Not once had a dragon ever spoken to him directly, aside from the blue on the river, but that was more of a matter of necessity. He blinked. "I-I'm sorry?" Why did the dragon dislike him already? He must have scared Llannu more than he realized. "Yeah, I'll just...go now."

Glancing around, he spotted several people he knew. Dyleshi looked - terrified - and normally that would have drawn him over but he didn't want a repeat of Llannu. In the end, he drifted toward Crystoph at the back, glancing over his shoulder at the brawling dragons and shivering slightly. They were dangerous. And...yeah ow. Nasty slash there. He didn't want to be anywhere near scrapping dragons or vicious claws. It was an odd duality - because he was intrigued by dragons as he'd always been - but Xerxes hardly wanted to be similarly shredded. Humans were far more fragile than dragons.

"They're not going to get mad at us if we're not the right...person, right?" he murmured to the other boy. He'd seen enough maulings that he couldn't help but be anxious. Hopefully, by being at the back...the dragon would find Theirs before it got far enough to be irritated at him for being wrong. One of the hatchlings already hated him.

[Rei]

Erilena had safely shepherded Feyrianth off the sands when the fight broke out. The weyrling heard the squeals and even Millieth’s angry roar and stoped. She glanced back thoughtfully for a moment but a wave of overbearing hunger from Fey quickly squashed any thought of going back to see what had happened. Hopefully it would sort itself out soon. Right now she had to stop her over eager dragon from mauling a drudge that had wandered by with a bucket full of meat. “Feyrianth no. Honey wait I’ll get you some food I promise.” The four winged green sighed wistfully as the drudge hurried on her way. But I am so hungry. I feel as if I will die.

Chuckling Erilena grabbed a bucket and motioned for the green to open her mouth. Feyrianth was only to happy to oblige. With a gulp she swallowed the first chunk ravenously and clambered closer for more. If she could just fit her head in that bucket… Her bonded was having nothing of that though. “Darling you have to chew. If you don’t chew you could choke and no one wants that. Now chew please love.” The small green took the next piece just as quickly. Although, this time, she did as her bonded asked and gave the chunk a few quick chops before swallowing and opening her maw for more. “Good job love.”

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Crystoph kept his eyes riveted to the fight as it broke out. The green seemed to be nasty compared to her deformed sister. Thankfully thought the four winged one seemed to have the only obvious deformity. Even if the two toned hatchling was a bit strange as well, at least it wasn’t sporting extra appendages. The fight quickly worked itself out, with Millieth's help, and the candidate watched as both blues made impression. That left the nasty green and the other blue to work out who they wanted. More eggs where beginning to rock as well.

Keeping an eye on the two unimpressed dragons he spared a moment to smile reassuringly at Xerxes as the boy approached. Crystoph tilted his head as his companion spoke and shook his head. “Nah they won’t get mad unless you block the way to the one they want. Just make sure you stay out of their way. If they are heading towards you. Step to the side. If they want you they will follow. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.” The red head didn’t explain how he knew that. As far as most of the candidates here where concerned Crystoph was standing for the first time. Few knew he was originally from Benden. He liked it better that way. People in Selenitas where still touchy about Benden and really he couldn’t blame them.