Cower in the Light (Deepest Fears Hatching)

[mierce]

The scene between the Hidden Dangers and Abandonment Hatchlings unfolded like an adventure story gone terribly, terribly wrong. Cerdic found himself leaning forward and unwittingly holding his breath as he watched the exchange of lashes—Goodness, the poor Unknown Egg! He was quite glad that the Queen mother intercepted, letter the two blues make their escape. What a rude Green! What was her problem anyway?

When the blues made their way over their bonded, Cerdic finally let out his breath. He was at both glad that Kaerlin had found his match, but was especially concerned with the damage the blue had sustained. He still couldn’t tell how bad the injury was, but now that the Unknown hatchling was closer, he could see for sure that it wasn’t just a scratch that went deep enough to draw blood. Forgetting his place, he broke out of line and walked towards the pair and laid a hand on K’lin’s arm.

“Kaerlin,” he said urgently with a slightly hushed voice, then turned to the dragonet. The wound looked terrible. “Can you walk?” he asked, as if expecting the creature to answer him. A frown creased his lips and he glanced briefly at K'lin’s face, then he started half jogging, half waving his arms towards the dragon healers to come quickly.

Behind him, two more eggs started to hatch, but he had momentarily pushed them out of his mind. He would deal with the consequences later.

[Tashe]

The Hidden Dangers Green slowly touched her nose to her mother's before drawing away, she felt horrible but she also was seething. Stupid males, getting her in trouble. If that stupid blue hadn't challenged her, none of this wouldn't have happened and she would have already impressed. Growling she made her way down to the females, noticing now that the Drowning Blue stood before the candidates. She would have to pass right by the Blue to get to her Human. Raising her head, the Feline Attack Green flared her wings slightly before offering the Blue a glare as she passed by. But the Drowning Blue returned her gaze with one of such disgust and coldness that she sped up her pace. Planting her foot on Dyudahlii's the Green glanced back at the Blue before turning the girl. Dyumine. I am Nemmalorith. I hunger and wish to leave. Millieth is angry at me and I do not like it.

Flicking its tail, the Drowning Blue watched as the Green impressed, its eyes not straying until they began to move. Now it was its time to impress, having made sure both of its clutchbrother and the candidates remained safe from the arrogant female. Stepping forward, the Drowning Blue wove its way over to the smallest male, gently rubbing its head against Dyleshi's arm. She spoke, and there would be no doubt that the Drowning Blue was a female. Dy'shimine. I am Chakraith, fear not, I protect you. I would have came but I needed to help. You understand...?

As soon as the Drowning female impressed, the Death egg broke apart into hundred of pieces, the black of the egg showing that on the inside, it had been white. A pair of large Bronze wings folded out from the shell carnage, they proceeded an equally large body. Looking to his right he watched as the Burning Blue freed itself from its own shell, stepping on the fragments with a growl of amusement. He then looked right as the Freezing Egg began to crack and shudder, soon, that egg too would hatch.

[Tashe]

PROFILES:

Impressed to: Dy'shi

Chakraith (chock-ray-th) - Female Blue

Personality: Down to Earth, Chakraith in incredibly grounded. She believes that beauty best reveals itself within a person, and that someone should not be judged by what they look like physically. The blue mainly remains quiet, speaking when she finds it necessary to do so. She has an incredible memory that could rival any Queen's, but she doesn't boast about it. Chakraith is not the type of Dragon to be arrogant or mean, it goes against her entire nature to be so. She is gentle and calm, she is a steadfast rock in the face of turmoil and trouble. Many humans, and Dragons, will be unexplainabley drawn to the strange sense of tranquility that she seems to emit. Chakraith can be found laying near groves of trees, or by the river, watching the current wash the leaves away to another destination. This Blue is deeply contemplative, but hardly ever argues with anyone unless she knows that her point is right.

Although she might not like fighting, she can easily slip into a fighting role if it means she can protect Her's or anyone else who is being attacked. Placid, even in battle. She can be very deadly, able to kill without much of a second thought. After she is done with the battle, and when the danger is gone, Chakraith will become remorseful. Taking lives, and hurting others is not something that she takes well when she had the time to reflect over what she has done. She is polite and respectful to those around her, knowing that the personality of others stems from their very nature.

Appearance: Chakraith is one of a kind. Like Ruth, she is special in the fact there has not been a Dragon like her ever before. She is undoubtedly female, but she is also undoubtedly a Blue Dragon. Dark blue like the night sky near dust, Chakraith is a sight to behold. Starting at her nose, dark greenish blue stripes climb up from her forehead and descend down her neck and back. They continue down her back, to stop midway down her slender tail. Her hide in general has a particular shine to it, whether in the light or in the dark, it is like she refracts any light in the room.

Tall like a Blue, but slender and lithe like a Green, Chakraith has seemingly inherited the best of both worlds. She has a medium sized body but has a longer tail, her wings are also slightly bigger in size. Although she can obtain speeds as fast as any other Green, she chooses to fly slower whenever urgency is not needed. Slender legs are packed with muscle, allowing her grace on the ground as well as deadly force in battle. Black and grey claws are gently curved and end in sharp points. But these points often wear down or chip off, so Her Mine must often sharpen them to a point once more. Like any Green, she will Rise when the time comes, but she will glow Blue. A bright blue that is easily discerned from the color of her Hide.

Impressed to: Dyudahlii

Nemmalorith (Nemma-lorith)

Personality: Cocky and full of herself, Nemmalorith thinks that she is the best thing there is. Because of that, she flaunts herself in front of males, knowing that she will be the very center of their attention. In twenty first century terms, Nemmalorith could be the stereotypical 'head Cheerleader', the catty popular female who thinks everyone who isn't up to her standards should be ignored. She doesn't listen to others well, wanting everyone to listen to her instead. This Green isn't bubbleheaded, no, if fact she is very smart. Manipulative, Nemmalorith enjoys getting Dragons to talk about other Dragons behind their backs. Spreading hurtful gossip around the Weyr is something she enjoys to do, finding it to her advantage when it allows her to keep her position among friends. Not only is she cocky, but she is rather vapid and shallow as well. Aiming to flirt with any male and sway them to her side. She doesn't care if she tricks the males, as long as they are close to her.

Nemmalorith is not a placid female in the least. She often lashes out at those around her just for fun, as long as they are not part of her clique. She is not afraid to start or participate in a fight or scuffle to prove that she deserves the attention that is undoubtedly lavished upon her. If she had been human, you could consider her trigger happy. Nemmalorith loves to be the tough one, she thinks she needs to be strong to be a leader.

Appearance: Agile, this Green is incredibly flexible and thin. And despite her sleek appearance, Nemmalorith is very powerful for a Green. She has the endurance expected of a large blue, and has the strength of one as well. This is because of the thin but extraordinarily dense muscle that covers her structure, and when she walks it is hard not to notice their definition under her Hide. She has a long neck and tail, but her wings are the the most defined of her limbs. Their build allowing her the ability to turn on a dime, and build speeds that are almost matched by no other. Nemmalorith has the same algae color as her base like her sister Feyrianth. She too sports the slightly reflective green spots, and seems to shimmer when the sun hit her hide. If they had not been born from two separate eggs, many could think that the two females were twins. The placement of the green dots are of course, in different places on Nemmalorith. She is also slightly darker in pigmentation. Her color alone will attract males, like a glowlight attracts moths.

[Ember]

Dyleshi was incredibley worried as he watched the the green and blue eye each other. They wouldn't fight too would they? Surely the green wouldn't dare upset her mother again...The boy breathed a sigh of relief as the green moved on to finding her person, leaving the helpful blue at peace. It was a good thing that the Drowning Blue wouldn't be attacked for helping another. That just wouldn't be right.

He watched the blue as it wandered through the candidates but he froze as he realized who it was coming to. Wait wait...no he didn't deserve, couldn't care for...what? Dyleshi blinked as the dragon rubbed agaisnt his arm and spoke. Weren't blues supposed to be male dragons? Chakraith spoke with a distinctly feminine voice though. The blue female waited patiently as the boy digested what he needed to, despite the hunger gnawing at her.

Dyleshi - or was it Dy'shi now? - was trapped in those placidly whirling rainbow eyes. So not only was this dragon a female blue but she had chosen him? Dy'shi felt like crying and he wasn't sure if it was because he was happy or said. Too many emotions were fighting with each other for dominance. The very young weyrlingrider fell to his knees, ignoring the hot sands as he wrapped his arms around Chakraith's neck. He was only crying because the sand was hot. Of course that was the reason.

Crooning softly Chakraith nosed Her's lightly. Dy'shimine, the sands are too hot. Let's go. Dy'shi sniffled slightly before pulling back and wiping his nose on the sleeve of his robe. His knees did burn. She hadn't said it but Dy'shi could feel Chakraith's hunger too. He'd been keeping her from her meal! What a horrible rider he already was! Used to not being contradicted in his thoughts, the sudden wave of encouragement from the blue was met with surprise.

Dy'shi stood up and reached to brush the particles of sand off his knees but his hand met his blue's head instead. She used her nose to gently remove the sand before nudging Dy'shi's hand. I protect you, she told him again. His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip to avoid spilling more tears. It was then that he remembered her initial words. "Oh, Chakraith I understand! I understand," he insisted.

As the pair left the blue female crooned farewell to her mother and to the remaining eggs hatching. It was hard to break free but once they did they should find Theirs with no problems. She would see them at another time. For now she needed to eat and be with Hers. They would begin anew together.

[kat]

She watched in rapt fascination as dragonets hatched out of shells, wet with the amniotic fluids that had been both their safe enclosures and that which kept them sustained. Greens and blues thus far, and had the first hatching been so awe inspiring? Of course it must have been, and yet it was like seeing it again for the very first time, being here. The newly hatched dragons were not pretty, exactly. Newly hatched dragons were gawky, and looked clumsily built, with back legs too long, front legs too short, heads too big. Yet they were absolutely breathtaking and beautiful. It was an ironic thing, really. New lives were always that way, weren't they?

Maya was silent. It seemed the only sounds were the cracking of shells, the dragonets, the Impressions. She watched closely, not wanting to miss anything. Still, most of all, she watched to be sure she didn't miss any dragon coming her way. Yes, she did not want another mishap. One time had been more than enough. The four winged green, the green blue whom she still wasn't sure which color it actually was, then the fight that broke out amongst the green and the two blues--this hatching was certainly anything but dull. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it for a moment. She was half worried the dragons would injure one another. She hadn't seen that the blue's eye had been clawed, and she wouldn't yet, either.

She stood still, watching the hatching. Last time, had she been able to stand so still? Only her breathing indicated that she was moving at all. That and her eyes, darting from thing to thing, anxious and nervous. Excited? That, too, perhaps. Yet after having been left standing once, the excitement had been tempered a bit. She was still excited about the prospect of maybe Impressing. But now she was more realistic about it. Not everyone Impressed. Still, she couldn't help feel that pull at her chest, at her heart, watching the Impressions happening around her.

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He was growing steadily more engrossed in the hatching. Nervousness gave way to fascination, his blue eyes widening as he watched dragonets hatch out, and take those first steps. Then they were fighting, and he was taking a step backwards, worried that they would hurt each other, worried that someone in the candidate crowd would be hurt. One small step back, and then he steadied himself. They were fighting each other, not him. Still, would one of them be hurt? He hoped not, he really did. What if one of them was for him? What if his dragon got hurt? His brows furrowed in concern. Then, as soon as it started, it was over. It seemed the golden queen would have none of it. He was relieved. If one of them had been seriously injured, it wouldn't have been good.

All the dragons Impressed, and so everything was all right once more. The green had been rather intimidating, and yet she'd Impressed well, just like the rest. He glanced over, and saw that the blue had been clawed on the one side of his face, over the eye. He frowned, only able to hope it would be all right. He was sure the one it had Impressed to would take care of it. He wondered, then, where T'lor was in the stands. Again, he worried he might not Impress. Would T'lor be disappointed if he didn't? He didn't think his cousin was like that, and yet T'lor had been so insistent that he would Impress for sure. Just maybe not this time...

He decided that it didn't matter. Sure, he didn't want to disappoint anyone. Least of all himself. Yet if he wasn't meant to try for this, he wouldn't be standing here--or so he wanted to think, and so would try to. Glancing around at the other hopeful faces, he realized that they couldn't all Impress. What made him deserve it any more than they did? Nothing. He didn't begrudge any of them the chance at it. Still, he wanted this too, didn't he? He had been thinking about it since he'd come to this Weyr. He had decided that he wanted to be a dragonrider. It was something that benefited all of Pern, and the way T'lor had described it...yes, he wanted to. Was it his time to, was the question?

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Her dark hair spilled over her robes, and she played with the end of one particular strand, while she tried to pick which dragon to watch. A green, and blues, another green...they just kept hatching one after the other and she didn't even have time to register it all as it was happening. Was it always so fast, like this? She had thought it happened a lot more slowly when she'd been up on the stands, watching. Why did time seem to rush forwards when you were a part of something exciting? Time flew when you were having fun, was that it? Was it fun, then, or just simply exhilarating and exciting? She wasn't sure, really. The only thing she was sure of was that it was the most amazing feeling to actually be on the sands, rather than in the stands.

The dragonets were hatching one moment, and then a fight broke out in the next. It looked like the green was picking a fight with one of the blues. Then, another blue got involved. She knew better than to interfere, however. She had seen spats break out before, and she knew the gold clutchmother wouldn't tolerate it. She watched, wincing a little, hoping that it would be stopped before any damages were done on either side. Sure enough, it was. Millieth put an end to it, and a soft smile graced her lips. That was better! Even better when they all Impressed. She wanted to clap for them, yet it was likely after just Impressing, they wouldn't even hear or notice. She'd congratulate them later, perhaps at the hatching feast.

She then wondered what context she'd be at the feast in. Weyrling, or candidate? The excitement rose in her chest again, as she watched the eggs that remained. How many were there? There had been thirteen, hadn't there? She had lost count already? She sighed inwardly, chastising herself. Still, there were dragonets left. That meant things could go either way. All there was to do was wait and see how things would turn out.

[Requiem]

Xerxes managed a smile in return, his gaze sliding back toward the dragons still mingling. He glanced sidelong at Crystoph, though, recognizing sense when he heard it. Of course. Just move out of the way. Yours would follow, and if it wasn't yours you wouldn't get mauled. Still, he felt much more comfortable here at the back, where they were less likely to venture all this way anyway. Sure enough, the blue and green ended up Impressing to others closer to the front. He wasn't terribly familiar with the girl who bonded to the green Millieth had gotten angry at, but it was nice to see that Dyleshi had apparently Impressed the nice blue that helped the other one.

He really did like Dyleshi. Xerxes waved at him and smiled. Congratulations! He'd be sure to come by later and say it in person, but he was sure the smile would get his message across, right?

Finding his gaze riveted on the bronze, he slid subconsciously closer to Crystoph. "I didn't know they could hatch so big. They always seemed smaller up in the stands." He was about two seconds away from ducking behind the older boy - only because he was fairly sure someone would stop him if he attempted to bolt for the kitchens. He hadn't thought dragons would be so big. This might not be the best of ideas. What if they got mad at him? Drudges didn't belong here and one already hated him, that blue. Xerxes calmed himself with some effort. Dragons wouldn't want to mess with Crystoph, right? He looked scary except when he was smiling.

[Shiny]

((OOC: I'm sorry... I was out all day and didn't get a chance to reply earlier to Jerash's Impression. Don't think that I don't love his dragon Because I absolutely love him~~~ <3))

The Hidden Dangers Green hatched with an ego. Jerash had a bit of an ego himself, but he disapproved of the vibes coming from this dragon. The Abandonment Egg Dragonet hadn't even hatched, and already this Green was judging it, assuming that it was lower than her. She growled at it as a very confusing dragon emerged from the shattered Abandonment Egg, flaring its wings at her.

Wide, icy eyes stared at it in amazement. This dragon - it was Blue, and it was Green! The colours weren't even blended, making this dragon look as if it were actually composed of two completely different ones. How fascinating!

The BlueGreen seemed to be getting riled up right from the get-go at the Green's uppity attitude. The two pounced at each other angrily, and Jerash gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth, as the recently hatched Unknown Blue got very badly hurt.

Ichor ran down its face as the Green slashed it instead of the Abandonment BlueGreen. Angered tenfold by this, the Abandonment BlueGreen attacked the Hidden Dangers Green ferociously. Millieth screeched loudly, stopping them in their tracks.

Jerash felt like running to the Unknown Blue to help it... The poor thing!

He watched as the Drowning Blue - Oh, it had hatched? - helped the injured Blue find its Bonded. Just then, something seemed different, calling his attention back to the scene. The Abandonment BlueGreen was running towards him. His eyes remained unblinking, staring at the incoming dragonet. Was it... coming for him? Surely this beautiful beast deserved someone better..?

His heart was pounding faster and faster as he realized that this was it. The dragon was upon him now - and it ran behind him, hiding from the scene it'd just been involved in. A single-tipped tail curled around his calves. Jerash twisted around to stare at this dragon, immediately feeling the Bond.

The beautiful male looked up at him. J'ashmine. I am Craivaruth, we will get food and then leave. Mothermine is very angry at me and clutchsistermine. I did not mean for clutchbrothermine to get hurt. Let's go!

Carefully turning around, the nineteen-turn-old now called J'ash paused for a moment, inspecting new best friend for any injuries from its recent scrap with the Green as it waited for a response. He slowly crouched, taking in the sight of the hide's unique colours. Gently, he took Craivaruth into his arms. He buried his face against the dragon's relatively short neck.

"Craivaruth... I... You..." At a loss for words, he just focused on the feeling of the leathery hide against his upper cheek, the warm breath of His on the side of his own neck. He could feel that this dragon was aggressive, but he had reason, always out for vengeance. An image of his departed brother, Kisaen, fabricated in his mind for a moment, and the thing that killed him. His icy eyes seemed to be... melting, with the sheen of glistening water appearing before them. Voice unsteady and clearly trying to be controlled, J'ash spoke once more. "I... know how you feel."

Arms tightened protectively, lovingly around Craivaruth. Said dragonet's eyes turn into a whirling pool of whitish yellow, reflecting sadness. J'ashmine, we will get revenge together. It will be much fun. Perhaps satisfying? Craivaruth nudged his muzzle against J'ash's forehead, chuffing away his bangs to reveal the large scar there, and licked it soothingly.

Tears splashed on the dragon's multicoloured hide as J'ash took in a shuddering breath of air. He wiped at his eyes with the ceremonial robe's sleeve. "I'm so happy," He muttered with a quivering smile as he snuggled his dragon. Craivaruth's eyes turned to a vibrant, pretty blueish-green, like his own hide; he was perhaps as close to being absolutely content that he would ever get.

"O-okay, let's find you some food!" J'ash stood up, wiping at his eyes once more, his face slightly flush with the embarassment of crying.

The pair began to walk to the nearby food. Craivaruth glanced over his shoulder at his arrogant clutchsister. Eyes swirling into a reddish hue, his abnormally long wings flared up. He huffed, turning to look forward, and walked even closer to His.

[dragon]

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."

L'nu nodded, a grateful expression on his face. "Thanks. And don't worry ... I don't think he quite meant that. He's ... talking funny." Surely not all dragons talked in circles like that? In opposites? L'nu didn't know, but he certainly intended to find out.

Oh, dear. I offended that one, didn't I? I said it all wrong, I did I did. Will he be happy again? Paglieth asked, watching Xerxes for a moment before following L'nu over toward where Xerxes had pointed out the bowls of meat.

"He'll be ok, don't worry. I think there's just been a lot of excitement going around ... too much, really." A glance back toward the uproar that was erupting between the other hatchlings had L'nu really worried. "Let's get out of here before things get worse."

Paglieth looked back over his shoulder, to see as well, only to plow straight into the back of L'nu's legs, sending them both sprawling in an ungainly heap on the sand. "OUGH!" L'nu grunted, all the air knocked out of him from the landing before he tried to scramble back to his feet and get off the hot sand. "What was that for?"

Paglieth stood up again, looking quite sorry. I meant to knock you down. No! I mean - I didn't mean that! I ... oh, dear.... don't worry about them, they are too nice to hurt us. Ach!

L'nu gave the blue a really strange look. "Right. Well ... lets get you fed anyway." He decided. Hopefully someone would have some answers for him, later.

Good! I am not hungry! Paglieth bounced happily after L'nu, all the way to the bowls of meat, mouth gaping open in expectant readiness.

"Right. Your stomach is telling me otherwise, and so is your mouth." L'nu answered, before dropping the first of many strips of meat into Paglieth's open maw. "Chew, don't just swallow." He said, almost automaticly as the blue's jaws snapped shut on it. For a moment L'nu held still, shocked at how much he sounded like his mother just then, before blinking at Paglieth ... who had done exactly that. Swallowed without chewing. "Hey!"

[Rei]

Crystoph was all to aware of Xerxes’ discomfort and it bothered him. Moving so he could lean against the other boy slightly, he shrugged and attempted to seem nonchalant. When he spoke his voice was as soft and comforting as he was able to make it. Xerxes was his friend and the possessiveness was almost instinctual for him. “Yeah they are big but remember how big they are at adulthood? They have to hatch sort of large if they ever expect reach adult size by the time they mature. Sure the bronzes and queens are huge, the browns rather large to, for the most part, but the greens and blues are about large canine sized. Not too big but big enough.” He subconsciously shifted so he was partially blocking Xerxes in an unconscious effort to protect his friend.

After speaking the red head let his gaze wander across the sands. The fighting dragonets had impressed and where wandering away. Crystoph’s eyes lingered for a moment on the bronze before moving towards the blue and then back to the rocking egg. “Don’t worry we are far enough way that they will have already worked out that they want us by the time they approach. I think we are far enough back that we can rule out any unintentional maulings.” The candidate smiled again before returning his gaze to the sands.

[Tashe]

The Death Bronze stood quietly in the middle of the clutch, waiting for the perfect moment to find His. He swung his head to the side and chirped at the Burning Blue, calling over to his clutchbrother. He received a chirp in response, and he watched as the Burning Blue slunk over to him. He chirped and then flared his wings slightly. Good. The Blue would wait for him, what a nice clutchbrother was he. He turned his attention onto the Freezing egg as it crumbled in upon itself.

Lifting herself free of the shell fragments, the Freezing Green sneezed twice. Must the sand be so small? It got in her nose and it was simply everywhere. She didn't much like the feel of the sand either, it was too soft and her feet sunk into it. Opening her wings, the Freezing Green flapped them a few times, trying to dry the sticky membranes. Looking up when a chirp disturbed her quiet fanning, the little female cocked her head to the side as the Death Bronze called her over. Stepping almost daintily over the abandoned shells, the Freezing Green went to see what the Bronze wanted of her.

Greeting his clutchsister as she arrived, the Death Bronze stepped out toward the Candidates with the Burning Blue and the Freezing Green flanking him on either side as he walked. They had been nice enough to accompany him on their way to Theirs, but it he asked them to come not for companionship, but for the effect that they would create for him. Look, he seemed to say as they continued forward, I am a true Bronze. A true prince of this weyr. Pausing as the Burning Blue stumbled slightly, he waited for the other male to regain his footing. See, he was also a kind prince. The trio arrived at the Candidates and split apart, the Burning Blue and the Freezing Green going in one direction while he turned in the other. As he wove through the boys that remained, the Death Bronze would 'accidentally' smack his tail or wings against their legs. He was still a few paces away from his chosen one, but chose to speak anyways. He would be there soon enough. Cr'ophmine. Lets go and eat, lets not dawdle because the longer the wait. The grumpier I will become. I am Mavenath.

Unlike the others before her the Freezing Green actually had to search the Candidates for her human. Whoever it was definitely didn't touch her egg, and if they had, she simply didn't remember. Weaving in and out of the females, she inspected them first. When she was left unsatisfied, the small Green fluted unhappily and moved on to the boys. It was within their ranks that she found Hers. And it was about time as well, she had been getting impatient and her hunger was growing. Cer'cmine, I am Harmonyth. Will you feed me something? I am very hungry. And I am very sleepy. Can we sleep?

The Burning Blue on the other hand barreled through the ranks of Candidates until he reached his human. Rearing back onto his hind legs, he pushed at Junaes and knocked him down. Planting his front feet on the boy's chest, the Blue shoved his face into his Rider's. J'naeslove, I am Barientoth. He flicked his tail from side to side happily, acting much like an excited canine would. You're not hurt? Sorry if you are, but that was fun. The floor is soft so you should be okay. Lets eat. Come on, come on. He removed his weight from J'naes's chest an backed up, allowing the boy room so that he could rise.

Meanwhile, the Poison Egg and the Rejection Egg hatched simultaneously, depositing two Greens onto the sands. As they began to clean themselves of the egg fluids, the Darkness Egg and the Worthlessness Egg began to shake and show signs of life.

[Tashe]

PROFILES

Impressed to: Cr'oph

Mavenath (Mah-ven-ath)

[Mah sounds like Bah (like a sheep)]

Personality: Cool and calculating, Mavenath is an observer. He watches and measures, picking up anything and everything that will help him in the long run. He knows that he is destined to be a leader, but if he has any say in it, he wants to be an efficient leader. Mavenath tends to treat everyone equally, holding no favorites other than his human, and interacting with anyone who seeks to speak with him. Unlike many of his brotheren, this Bronze tends not to react violently if baited to do so. To him, nothing but hate is gained when violence takes control. In fact if he can avoid physical conflicts he will, but that doesn't mean he will run from a fight that is inevitable. Especially when the conflict concerns his bonded, if he is in trouble there is little the Bronze won't do to keep him safe.

If his Rider gets angry, he will put himself between his Bonded and the offender if he can, accomplishing multiple agendas in one simple move. It keeps his Rider out of trouble, prevents any bad blood between Dragons and reinforces the fact that he is the one in charge. In short, Mavenath is the ying to his rider's yang. Together they could accomplish many feats, but only when they accept that they actually do compliment eachother. Most notably when in comes to rashionality. Mavenath thinks before he acts, even if it is only for a few moments before putting the plan or task into action. He doesn't believe in impromptu or thoughtless action if the outcome has more trouble than its worth. There are of course exceptions to this, and each situation is taken into account. Be assured, Mavenath only follows his own agenda, not that of his Rider. His soft spot, is with his clutchmates, most notably so those who have mutations. He likes mutation dragons, because of their unique attributes. He'll 'collect' or try to, a following of these dragons, because once he knows what they can or cant do... he'll use them to further himself along. Though he is generally more friendly around them.

Appearence: Large in size (he will grow to be 36 feet), Mavenath is long and packed with sinewy muscle that is clearly defined all over his body. When he moves anyone can see that he will be one to be trifled with when a battle ensues, and most dragons will either gravitate to him or stear clear of Mavenath depending on their first impression of him. Stunningly metalic, this male sports an orangeish bronze coloration that seems to almost shimmer in bright sunlight, there will be no confusion about what color he actually is. Darker Bronze spots spread downward from underneith of his chin and run the length of his body to the tip of his tail. The spots cover his belly and the inside of his legs, never spreading out from the confines of the underside of his body.

Like most of his clutchsiblings, Mavenath has a shorter neck and a longer tail allowing for better balance and an increased biting force. Once something gets in his jaws, there is no getting out. Large wings give him the endurance that Bronzes are known for, but he has the ability to fold his wings quickly and in midflight so that he can turn in tighter circles than most other Dragons his size. His white talons are curved and deadly, and Mavenath has a special fondness about keeping them clean and polished. His bonded will be spending a good amount of time making sure that the Bronze's claws are spick and span.


Impressed to: J'naes

Barientoth (berry-en-toth)

Personality: Much like some humans, Barientoth enjoys living on the very edge of things. A little danger in their lives never hurt someone right? Cunning and a thrill seeker, this Blue often volunteers for missions that aren't completely safe, no matter what it is or if his Rider even agrees with his actions. He is sure rise quickly through the ranks of blues, if not only for his willingness to do things that others hesitate to. Of course, if his Mine truly objects to the mission or an idea, Barientoth will let it be until some other time. The last thing he wants to do is hurt, or kill, his Rider because of something he does. Danger might be his mistress, but he loves the adrenaline rush of fighting thread. He's incredibly addicted to the fight that had been bred into him, he sees the Thread as an opponent waiting to be beaten senseless. Despite his go-to attitude, Barientoth is not the best loser. He'll often get angry when loosing a game or a mock battle, not feeling the need to congratulate the other team or Dragon for besting him. In fact, its better to not be around him much if he does loose, seeing as he will be short of temper for an hour or so. He, really loves to win.

Other than the main brunt of his personality, has has no other quarks to his name. He, as with every dragon, loves his Rider more than anything. No matter how much he enjoys sending time around other dragons and socializing, Barientoth sees no competition when it comes to spending time alone with his Rider. When they're together, the Blue feels at ease with the world, even the adrenaline junkie in his mind is quieted to a mere twitch now and again. Peaceful, when every other situation leads to a good sort of chaos.

Appearance: Bluish grey like storm tossed sea, Barientoth's bold coloring matches his bold attitude. His entire underbelly, from his chin to the end of his tail, is almost black in coloration but distinctively blue if even the smallest amount of sunlight hits it. Tall and lanky, he can definitely be considered a handsome Blue, and he knows it. Often asking his Rider to oil and bath him as often as they can. He likes to shine and show off his incredibly healthy hide. Long wings are settled on his back, and their appearance might just be the second most interesting thing about him. When spread open, the membranes are streaked with dark curving lines that look as though they could be veins. When he's angry, the sight of his shaking wings coupled with his menacing appearance, is often enough to frighten someone away. But there is no doubt, that they are spectacular to look at.

Now, like others in his clutch, he shares the unusual trend in mutations. Barientoth sports a split in his tail, that separates it into two different sections. But the split only goes a third of the way up, not ascending far enough to constitute as two separate tails. Like his body, the top of his tail is the same stormy blue, while the bottom and at the very ends is the almost blackish blue coloration. He sees the split in his tail as an unique and special attribute, especially since he has the ability to control the movements of each section. Allowing him to use it to manipulate different items that a normal dragon could not do with their own tail.


Impressed to: Cer'c

Harmonyth (Harmoneeth)

Personality: Harmonyth is generally calm and reserved, preferring to keep silent unless directly asked a question or her opinion about something. Both outwardly and inwardly, the Green openly shows that she really only likes her Mine. With the few exceptions of the Dragons who she grows fond of over time. Males will have more difficulty with befriending her, because Harmonyth seems to dislike males more than other females of any species, who she happens to put up far better with. With her solemn attitude comes a more spitfire side, she isn't afraid to Hiss and spit to show her agitation... and she is known to do so often. Not a loner per say, Harmonyth just prefers to keep to herself while in the company of others. For those other than Her Mine, it is hard to say whether she actually enjoys company, but in truth she does. She tends not to hold back in a fight.

The closer she gets to Rising, the quarkier she'll get. Often transcending her solitary attitude and adopting a quite open and joyful one. It is in this time that her preferences for companions preform a flip flop. Although she continues to put up with females, she no longer shuns males, and in fact welcomes their attentions happily. This change of course, does not stay, for as soon as the flight is over she completes another one hundred and eighty degrees. Returning to her normal ways, almost a comfort to those who know her.

Appearance: The color of Pea soup, Harmonyth stands as the smallest of her clutch at 18 feet in length. Radiating from behind her nose to the top of her mouth, eight forest green circles encircle her maw, while a lone ring circles her front left leg. Petite wings take up residence on her back, giving her extraordinary maneuverability but cutting her endurance less than that known for an average sized Green. Legs slightly longer than expected for her height, Harmonyth has an easy time traversing the ground compared with most others over her species. Unlike most of her brethren, instead of having the end of her tail spit into two separate portions, the two sections are attached at the very tip. Creating a pointed oval. This can be surgically corrected by a Dragonhealer without any complications. Either way it does not effect her ability to fly.

[Rei]

Crystoph watched the dragons carefully as the bronze seemingly gathered them together. How…perfectly odd. It seemed the bronze was either an egomaniac who wanted to collect followers, or was being protective. Probably both. The red head couldn’t help the snort that escaped him. At least the bromze seemed devoid of any deformity. That in itself was a plus. So absorbed was he in watching the dragons that he literally flinched as the voice entered his mind. Cr'ophmine. Lets go and eat, lets not dawdle because the longer the wait. The grumpier I will become. I am Mavenath.

What in sweet Faranth’s name. No. Just no. There had to be some mistake. The bronze couldn’t be his. It was impossible. No way in Faranth’s green Pern could this be happening. Mavenath regarded his bonded with a placid rainbow gaze as he approached. Faranth has nothing to do with this Crymine. How, he picked up this common childhood nickname Crystoph would never know, but it seemed to suit the bronze's purpose just fine. Please come now before I lose my temper. I hunger and you are being completely silly. Hurry before you make a scene. Craning his neck the hatchling huffed softly as his clutch siblings made their choices. Good. Now they would all go eat together.

In a daze Crystoph looked down at Xerxes and offered, what he hoped was, a reassuring smile but even he knew it was a pale imitation. “Sorry bud. I’m being called. Don’t be scared ok.” With a pat to the boy’s shoulder he strode forward to Mavenath and raised a shaking hand to the bronze hatchlings neck. “Ok lets go get you fed.” The bronze nudged his bonded in acceptance and offered a parting word to Xerxes. Do not worry. The speech was offered in a calm tone and mainly to quell his bonded’s uneasiness with leaving the small human.

Cr’oph was nervous as he approached the feeding station with his new mindmate. He had finally impressed but he was shocked. A bronze? Really? Yes really don’t act so surprised. Now please feed me. The words where uttered in both exasperation and wistfulness. Obediently Cr’oph stooped and began to task of feeding his bronze, absently reminding the hatchling to chew. The red head knew he needed time to work this out but he also knew he would have precious little time to himself for awhile.

[Requiem]

Surprised, though grateful for the touch, Xerxes leaned a little into Crystoph as well, noting the slight protective posture with interest. He'd seen it in a few people before...and even been in that role himself a few time where his siblings were concerned, though it never quite suited him like it seemed to suit Crystoph. "I suppose you're right," he responded quietly. Actually, he knew Crystoph was right, but for some reason he couldn't still his nerves. In the end, it was really rather simple. He was a drudge. Only recently had drudges even been allowed on the Sands, with the fall of the Selenitas Dynasty, and Xerxes wasn't at all sure they should have been. Or that the dragons would want anyone like that. He'd mostly ignored such thoughts, but the blue's words bit more than he'd like to admit. It seemed to confirm that he did not belong here.

Watching the bronze and his siblings, Xerxes couldn't help but worry, especially as the large dragonet advanced on them. Straight towards them. Surely he wouldn't attempt to make him leave? Edging back behind Crystoph even further, he glanced up at the older boy who seemed to have gone still. No no no no no. It was worse. The bronze was taking Crystoph away. He nodded silently as Crystoph spoke, clasping his wrist lightly against himself and edging back again. Being alone was always uncomfortable for him. And with Crystoph as a bronzerider now...they always acted like everyone else was beneath them. He didn't want to lose his new friend to that sort of arrogance.

Being too dramatic. Impressing was good. Breathe. Smile. There, better. He jumped nearly a foot at the voice in his head, staring at Mavenath. Don't worry? A shy smile touched his lips and he nodded slightly, but as soon as the dragonet seemed to have forgotten him he searched out another friend and headed that way. Rulven. Now he was just confused. One dragon expressing hate, another reassuring him, and why were all these hatchlings talking to him anyway?! That wasn't normal, was it?

He didn't even bother to keep any distance from Rulven, leaning against the smith. "They keep talking to me," he told his friend tremulously.

[rii]

More impressions and the group on the stands began to thin. None of the little dragons even looked Rulven's direction, and the former smith felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. He smiled at some of the candidates leaving the sands. No need to congratulate them, as most seemed to have their minds fully occupied by their newly bonded companions.

It would be all over soon. This he repeated to himself in attempts to soothe his own nerves. He didn't feel on edge, but upon feeling the bump to his side, Rulven visibly jumped. He quickly set a hand on Xerxes shoulder to calm both himself and assure the ex-drudge that he wasn't flinching because of him. "Xerxes." That easy smile came to Rulven's face as he observed the shorter candidate. The tone of voice and posture spoke enough of Xerxes unease – at least to Rulven. He was accustom to reading those particular signs in another person.

His own inner turmoil disappeared and he gave Xerxes's shoulder a light, reassuring squeeze. Lead by example, right – if he was calm, perhaps it would rub off on the other candidate. "Don't tell me you've lived here all this time and never had a dragon talk to you before," The words were a soft murmur of a friendly tease.

Hazel eyes glanced toward the remaining greens and two rocking eggs. Four. Rulven glanced at the other candidates, trying to guess (or mentally will) who the remaining dragons would impress. "It's been an interesting morning so far," Rulven drawled, the same light humor as his previous comment. "Almost over."

[absinthe]

As soon as Kaerlin (K’lin now, he supposed) left with his injured dragon, Junaes had gone back to watching the Hatching as soon as they disappeared from sight, although he made a mental note to find Kaerlin later and ask about… what was his dragon’s name? He had no idea. Another thing he’d have to find out later. But his focus was quickly returned to the Hatching as more dragons emerged from the shells. Another green, another blue, and a bronze. The bronze caught his attention if only because he was the first one to have hatched. He seemed like all the others, only different in size and color. Although the candidate had to admit he was a handsome creature. It seemed that the trio met up and approached the candidates together.

Now there were only two eggs left unhatched, and there were two more unImpressed greens. Before he could make any other observations however, Junaes found himself impacted by something heavy enough to knock him backwards onto the scalding sand. Having had all the air knocked out of him, he waited for the bite of claws as some ungainly hatchling crawled across him to get to his or her intended rider. The pressure on his chest made him tense further but there was no pain… only weight. Then a voice spoke to him, and Junaes opened his eyes wide in surprise to look into Barientoth’s whirling gaze. It was impossible to respond at first, and Junaes realized several things in that moment: he hadn’t been prepared, he hadn’t really expected to Impress, and that the hot sand was burning his back through the robe.

That last realization was what spurred him on to sit up and get to his feet after a quick embrace for the blue hatchling. His blue. His dragon. His Barientoth. The shock was profound, and even though he could feel the hatchling looking at him curiously, he couldn’t find anything to say. Barientoth all but herded his new human toward the food. You walk slowly, Mine. Should I have chosen a faster meatbag? A hatchling that could tease… who knew? But the words had the desired effect and Junaes (he was forgetting that his name was officially changed now) put a little more of a spring in his step.

“No, no. I’m just…” He was groping for a word and as such nearly ran into the meat, earning a snort from his new forever friend.

Well we can talk later. For now I am hungry. Feed me. Never one to disobey a hungry dragon, Junaes… wait, he was J’naes now wasn’t he? began to offer pieces of meat to the little blue. Barientoth was insistent that he be fed faster but J’naes was beginning to come back into his head a little and recalling the lessons he’d attended. He was firm but patient and insisted on the slower pace despite the young dragon’s persistence. They couldn’t risk having Barientoth choke to death before he’d even made it off the Hatching Grounds, could they?