That DOES NOT go there. {Salamandyr Hatching}

[Kisha-Ra]

The lazy seeming blue opened one eye and moved his head around, probably deciding who he’d like to feed him, as Showoff decided to let everyone know how well he would protect his clutch in the absence of Dael. Before the blue could pick anyone the golden egg finally shattered and sent its brown occupant tumbling across the table. Apparently unfazed the brown shook himself and ran forward to snatch and pounce on a gold earring in the nest. Showoff scolded away but the young brown paid his father no mind as he tried to eat the earring.

EEK! Showoff really didn’t like that and let everyone know as the brown leapt off the tabletop and glided downward to escape the bronze’s wrath, it was his shiny and Showoff wanted it back! To O’dan’s surprise the brown leapt onto him and dashed up his leg and clutched at his shirt, with the earring still firmly clutched in his jaws. Is Mine The salamandyr announced firmly, his eyes whirling a spectrum of colours. I now see why Rinagth’s considers ‘may you get what you wish for’ such a great curse.[/color] Emerith observed just as O’dan was beginning to have some doubts. He has a salamandyr too. Feed him, maybe he’ll put that down.[/color]

O’dan really had no better idea than Emerith’s suggestion so he offered the salamandyr hatchling some of the meatroll, hoping hunger would overcome obsession. No such luck. The brown looked thoughtfully at the food for a moment then transferred his prize to one talon and climbed up O’dan’s shirt to his shoulder. Once in this most elevated position he got a grip on his earring with both of his front talons, no way was that nasty bronze getting this shiny, and snatched the food with his mouth. O’dan sighed. ‘You’re going to be a troublemaker like your dad aren’t you?’ The brown cocked his head and swallowed his mouthful. Troublemaker? He inquired Troublemaker! ‘Er, that’s not you name, you know, your name is…er…’ Troublemaker. Troublemaker troublemaker. The salamandyr interjected. It seems his name is Troublemaker.[/color]

[hseru]

Lanthos laughed at the antics of the brown and his bronze father, not envying the little one's new owner. He was likely to be as much of a handful as the imperious green, each in their own way. Unless these two were different that the majority of their kind, he was beginning to understand why so many people found them to be annoying. Despite this, Lanthos was still eager to have one. There was no end to the possibilities with such tenacious little creatures.

His attention was drawn back to the table as he followed the bronze's path to the sluggish blue creature and the resulting inspection.
Mine. Give.
Lanthos blinked, then a big grin spread over his face at the new, demanding feelings being sent his way. He approached the table, fully willing to gather the little creature up, however he hesitated, remembering the warning that Showoff would bite anyone who approached.
After a moment, he shrugged almost imperceptibly and completed the forward motion without further delay, resigned to stitches if it meant he could carry away the lazy blue salamandyr who'd chosen him.

The Sloth blue hitched up his back legs a bit, and scoot-slid on his belly a little closer to Lanthos as His approached, the better to get away from the scoldy bronze. Mine. Feed. Mine give. the blue begged, and Lanthos quickly scooped him up with one hand, backing away from the nest as instructed while he held the bowl close to the blue with his other hand. He expected the salamandyr to eat while they moved, but he simply lazed in his hand. Lanthos grinned, finding a nearby table to set the bowl down on so he could select a small piece of meat to offer the blue while still watching the remaining eggs and gathered people with curiosity.

He had to hold the meat right up to the salamandyr's mouth for it to gobble the piece down in a single gulp, quite animated while doing so, a nice change pf pace. It seemed that this hatchling was just a quick to save energy while eating as moving via the lack thereof.

"Geeze, I've never seen a more lazy creature." He muttered, still smiling. At first he'd thought something was wrong with the 'mandyr, but its voracity when eating showed that it had some vivacity. "We need to give you more pep, little guy. Pep? "Yes, pep. Maybe a peppy name would do the trick." Peppy. Peppy? Pep. PeppypeppyPep.

Lanthos laughed. "Well, that was easy enough. Peppy, or maybe just Pep for short. Maybe we'll get some animation out of you yet, hm?" As if to negate any thought of movement -ever-, Pep rolled over in Lantho's hand, limbs lolling over the edges of his fingers, and closed his eyes in an attempt to fake a nap.

[glamourie]

"Yes, Kahrelir," K'lir replied with a curt nod toward the baby. Hearing his name, the infant turned to look up at his father and blew a rather large spit bubble out of his mouth before it splattered with an audible *pop* that might have been disgusting, save for the fact that it was a baby doing it. He didn't fuss at all to go back to him, though, as he was quite content to hang out in Savitri's arms. That momentary interest was quickly stolen when she leaned back down and he frantically reached up, waving his free arm. His other hand his father's finger held fast, and Kahrelir made no effort to release him, nor did K'lir try to prevent him from hanging on. There were very few creatures that the greenrider honestly liked (he was quite grouchy most of the time), but his son was one of them; were it not for the boy's extremely pleasant demeanor, some might have thought K'lir spoiled the child. He had a great deal of trouble scolding him or telling him not to do things, in any case. "The hair he gets from his mother. No one in my family has black. Brown, red brown and this -" He paused to indicate the blood red locks tumbling around his face, which were close enough to dark brown to pass except when light hit the strands. The true shade of red tended to shine brilliantly, leaving no question to whether or not K'lir was a red head. "- are the only shades I know of, on both sides. Beka's hair is black..."

The name 'Beka' seemed to have a magical effect on Kahrelir, who promptly released K'lir's fingers to hold his arms out, clearly fussing to go back to his father. It was at that exact moment that Savitri offered him back, and K'lir took the child gratefully. He pulled Kahrelir close to him and the little boy relaxed, his eyes starting to drift closed -- that was, until Shadow darted around his vision. His little hands reached up and grabbed at the air where the salamandyr was, very narrowly missing his tail. Had he been any larger (for example, Showoff's size), the infant would have caught him. He was quite fast for a baby. His lack of success did not dissuade him though, for he smiled widely and then leaned his head on K'lir's chest. Relaxing once more, Kahrelir's eyes drooped closed and he shoved his fist into his mouth as a make-shift pacifier, clearly starting to fall asleep again.

Shrugging, K'lir eyed Shadow for a moment. Then a smirk played over his face. "You take after Showoff," he said shamelessly, and whether it was a compliment or an insult was hard to tell. Certainly the greenrider gave no indication of how he meant it. "I don't want to know what you bribed him with. I have that, remember?" He nodded toward Showoff for emphasis before shrugging. "I have no idea who Kahrelir takes after... he's always like this, though. He sleeps in my furs with me, curls up and goes right to bed. He's perfectly behaved. Likes throwing up on R'wign, though." There was a slight edge to his smile that hinted that K'lir was not at all displeased by that fact. "Said brownweyrling insists he's going to be chaste from here on out, until the end of time. Apparently breeding frightens him. No one has told his hag yet, though, that I know of."

Back on the table, Showoff was growing rapidly alarmed by Lanthos's approach. He flared his frill and moved protectively in front of the eggs, and the closer the candidate came, the more rapid the whirl of his eyes was. He hissed loudly at the boy, as if daring him to touch any of the remaining eggs, but fortunately, Lanthos did not take the bait. Once he grabbed the Sloth Blue, Showoff relaxed, though he watched Lanthos intently. None were allowed so close to the clutch. He longed to bite him, and the little bronze made no effort to hide his disdain. Only once they were out of jumping range did Showoff relax, his frill finally laying flat. No harm had come to the babies. Dael would be pleased with him.

Behind him, two more eggs shook. The Lust Egg tilted and then slammed into the Gluttony Egg, resulting in an ear-splitting crack as both eggs hit the table. Showoff jumped in alarm and scurried over toward the shells and the spreading egg gook flowing around both of them. The first of the hatchlings to move came out from underneath the Lust Egg, and it was a blue salamandyr with dazzling coloring. Shamelessly, the little blue preened himself, then stretched out as though to show off in front of all his viewers. He ignored Showoff completely as he took the time to clean himself off and then he circled the table, literally strutting. Wasn't he handsome? His attention fell on one of the girls - Saeo - and he preened for her, flaring his wings for all to see as well as his frill. But she was not his, and he did not move in the girl's direction. He would not pick just one female. He needed plenty to choose from.

For that reason, the Lust Blue moved toward the side of the table where the males were cluttered. His gaze lingered for a moment on one of them and then he pounced forward, landing directly on X'vier's arm. Looking up at him, the blue salamandyr shamelessly proclaimed, Pretties, pretties? Whether that was in regards to all the lovely females in the room (weren't they dazzling?) or the desire for food was unclear, for he was starving. Wouldn't His feed him?

On the table, Showoff nudged the remains of the Gluttony Egg over. The pile of egg gloop on the table twisted until a small, slick form lifted its head. The salamandyr flapped wings much larger than most of its kind, spreading goop all around it, and in the process cleaning its body off. Pure white from snout to the tip of its tail, the little creature stretched and made itself comfortable. Careful movements on its wings and claws were taken, each step feminine in manner. Showoff trilled encouragingly, and the Gluttony White looked at him before flashing an image to everyone around the table of meat to express her hunger - for though she had no gender, she was certainly more feminine in quality than most. Her need for food kept her focus, and despite herself, she took to wing. She was awkward at first, bobbing about, but she flew in the direction of the nearest meat she could see -- Lanthos.

However, halfway to him her little wings gave out. The hunger was too much! She flashed frantic images to the nearest person - G'tor - of food and herself crushed like a bug as she landed with an awkward shuffle of hair and hide on his head. She was so hungry and that fall hurt! Why was he standing so far away from her...?

The Magnificent Seven
01. Pride Egg Impressed: Green Vanity to Sel'n
02. Lust Egg Impressed: Blue ? to X'vier
03. Sloth Egg Impressed: Blue Pep to Lanthos
04. Gluttony Egg Impressed: White ? to G'tor
05. Greed Egg Impressed: Brown Troublemaker to O'don
06. Envy Egg
07. Wrath Egg

[glamourie]

Lust Blue
Color: Blue #6ADAFF
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks to: X'vier

Physical Description: The best description of this blue's physique is 'large.' From the tip of his nose to the end of his tail, he's a very stocky creature, built for an impressive level of stamina, especially for a blue. His size will easily rival smaller browns, and dwarf others of his color. Over-all he's relatively well proportioned, though unlike most salamandyrs, he does not have the slender, stream-lined speed-based build. His speed is severely lacking in comparisons to others of his kind, particularly other blues and greens. His color is a vivid blue, aquatic in appearance, with undertones of paler hues that make it look as though someone is holding a light just beneath his hide. His coloring is pure, spanning the entire length of his body. Only his spots break it up. Dark blue and almost oval-shaped, the individual markings form symmetrical patterns down the line of his back that help him to hide whenever he's in a crowd.

Personality: An insufferable flirt is this blue, with females of any species - not necessarily just other salamandyrs. His preference is to female firelizards, considering how often they fly, and he will be very fond of chasing them - whether they be green or gold. Rarely will he chase female salamandyrs, usually golds, since he has a lot less chance of catching them. It's not that he doesn't like other salamandyrs (quite the contrary, this blue will want to always be cuddled up to a positively delicious green), he simply loathes the idea of committing to one female when he can have as many as he wants. His word choices will often be complimentary and it won't be uncommon for him to totally ignore other males. In fact, for him to speak to another male creature is an excessive compliment; he has no interest in anything he can't Chase, or at the very least, flirt with. What fun are they, after all? This flirtatious streak can lead to him appearing flaky (he's certainly borderline rude in how he ignores everyone else), but to his bonded, he's fiercely possessive. His - no one else's! He claimed first!

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Gluttony White
Color: White #FFFFFF
Gender: Genderless (seems closer to female)
Age: Hatchling
Looks to: G'tor

Physical Description: Absolutely tiny, even for a white, this salamandyr looks more like a speck of color flying around than a living creature. Her (for this creature seems more feminine than masculine by far) wings are absolutely massive, though, in comparison to her size, making her appear more firelizard-like than most salamandyrs. Her frill, though, is distinct, for like her wings it is also large and very prominent. She frequently will use her wings to balance the weight of her frill when she displays. Her tail is also abnormally long, considerably longer than her body length so as to function as an anchor when she latches to her bonded. Perhaps the most distinct part of this salamandyr's appearance, though, is her body shape. To put it gently, she's large around the mid-section. Being able to jump between means she doesn't require as much movement as many of her kind, and the end result is her being 'plump.' The most emphasis of this is in her body, though even her limbs show some signs of weight. Color-wise, this little creature is a pure ivory, unadorned by any blemishes or markings. The white is so flawless that amidst candidate robes, she blends in flawlessly, and hiding will be a frequent habit of hers.

Personality: Food is the main focus of this little white's personality. She is completely fixated on eating constantly and will send her bonded vivid images of food any time she goes more than a candlemark without a snack. Her tastes are not limited only to meat, either; she particularly likes pies and sweets, even though they usually make her very sick. Her bonded will have to keep her from eating herself into a stupor, for without someone to moderate, this salamandyr will never stop eating. When she's finished, she'll usually be fond of hiding amidst her pet's clothing, keeping herself out of sight. Like all white salamandyrs, she's perfectly mute, but devious is a good word to describe her: there is little she won't do in order to acquire a meal. Even if that means stealing, sucking up, or spying. It will be easy to bribe her, so long as food is involved.

[archenstone]

He eyed the two eggs that had crashed together. The little Mandyrs from them where lovely. He chuckled at the blue for his antics in displaying his features. He almost didn't notice the small white. Just as he was taking a closer look the blue landed neatly on his arm. He looked down in surprise and saw the little creature looking up at him.

Pretties? Pretties? X'vier gave the large blue a piece of meat. He could feel that this little guy was hungry...but there was more. He was very aware and interested in the ladies of the room. "Already eh? You're a bit passionate for a hatchling." The blue took another piece of meat...radiating happiness. His eyes faded through calm colors as he looked around at the people...eying women that where here.

Pretties? All Pretties? This time X'vier knew he meant the various females. "Don't you go getting any ideas... Passion."

Passion? Passion?

Now you've done it Mine. He's probably going to repeat that forever. Mirazeth was as close to laughing as dragons get as he felt his Mine's mind work through the realization.


Passion! Me Passion. Like pretties! Pretties like? Passion broadcasted to all the females in range.

[Rei]

Vanity hissed as the other hatchlings started stealing all her attention. Couldn’t those idiots see that she had chosen the best? They should be fawning all over her. Telling her how smart and beautiful she was. She frilled in defiance hissing loudly enough for the whole room to hear. Look me pretty! Mine best! Yours badbadbad! She broadcasted to the entire room, giving her hide a quick look to make sure it was shining and perfect.

Sel’n closed his eyes. Vanity be quiet. He pleaded. He was really going to kill Kaaoloth for this as soon as they got back to the weyr. Provided they made it there before starting a riot. The mander hissed loudly again but otherwise behaved striking poses at anyone who looked her way. They should all be jealous she was the best and the prettiest. The rider felt his dragons amusement though their bond. This is not funny Kaao! I find it to be very humorous. She is something else. I like her. The brown infused his voice with love and sent it to Vanity. The mandyr’s eyes spun in blue tones and she cheeped happily. She liked whoever was appreciating her. The rider groaned again. This was not going to end well.

[Rowana]

G'tor smiled as Lanthos rescued his blue from the table and started to feed him. The whole event reminded him more of dragon hatchings than fire lizards. Each salamandyr seemed to have his or her own idea about who they wanted, but each was certainly hungry. Two eggs shattered next and G'tor turned back to see what would emerge. The handsome blue was first and was certainly a flirtatious fellow. G'tor chuckled as it quickly chose X'vier. He almost felt sorry for the man.

G'tor couldn't see what the second egg hatched until Showoff pushed the shell asside. Then he knew why. Eyes widening in wonder, G'tor beheld a tiny, pure white 'mandyr. He had only ever seen one before, belonging to Savitri, and he knew they were rare indeed. She, for it was certainly a she, seemed to have no trouble telling them all her demands for food, despite her speach handicap. G'tor was amazed as the tiny creature actually took to the air and flew! He hadn't realized they could do that.

At first he thought she was heading towards Lanthos bowl of food. He started to step out of the way when something light and squirming landed on his head. Images and demands for food spilled into his mind and he knew that he had at last Impressed one of the delightful kin of dragons. G'tor beamed and reached up to gently pulled her off his head, even as he moved back to join Lanthos and his blue. "Well, look at this," he said brightly. "A fallen star!" The white 'mandyr sniffed his fingers and hungrily tried to nibble them. G'tor quickly took out one of his meat rolls to give her. He had barely put it in front of her noise before she attacked the food, tearing at it with a verocity that amazed him. It wasn't long before he had to bring out the second roll as well, and he wasn't sure if even that would satisfy her.

As she ate, a flood of questioning pictures entered into G'tor's head. Though it was confusing at first, G'tor soon got the hang of what she was asking. "Oh a star is one of those lights in the night sky," he explain, reinforcing it with an image of the tiny points on blue-black. She sent another image that made him laugh. "No, you can't eat them, silly," he chided. She snorted disinterest and returned to devouring the second meat roll. G'tor had to be quick to tear it into tiny pieces for her. As he worked, an idea came to him. "How about I call you Star, then?"

Having finished the meal, she blinked at him and sent the image of stars back with a question. "Yes," he nodded. "Because you're as pretty as one." She rubbed his hand at the flaterry and seemed to agree. At least until the Lanthos's bowl of meat caught her eye. She dove for the food and G'tor had to jumped to catch her. "On second thoughts," he chuckled. "Maybe that's too nice a name for you, greedy guts. You've had enough already!" Indeed her belly was quite plump with food. Yet even as she demanded the meat, she proudly proclaimed the image of little stars in the sky complete with herself gobbling them one by one.

<Did you get one?> Ruskeath's hopeful voice entered the conversation. <See for yourself,> G'tor told him proudly, joining with his dragon so they could share the sight of the little one struggling to get more food. <Isn't she lovely?> <She is> Ruskeath agreed with amusement and delight. <And hungry.> G'tor shrugged. <So were you, when you first hatched> he reminded the dragon. <Star needs food to grow big and strong.> <If she does not simply grow fat,> Ruskeath laughed and G'tor joined in happily. Star ignored them both and just continued to remind hers of the desire for more food.

[binker]

Pepsi jumped, his attention so on the eggs and their odd little occupants that he hadn't really noticed Saeo approach. He almost growled at his own stupidity, frustrated that he was losing his edge; he blamed this stupid Weyr, all the safety it was supposed to promise. Well the wounds on his back surely attested to /that/ lie...

"Yes, is interesting." He frowned, glancing away from the Weyrling to the clutch, then back again. He hesitated, before he carefully prodded her shoulder to regain her attention. "What are they?" He'd never paid much attention to the creatures of the Weyr, but now that they were hatching... They even seemed to impress whoever offered them food. Maybe he had a chance as well?

"You want one?" He glanced to Saeo again, frowning thoughtfully. There weren't many eggs left... Saeo had come rather late. He smiled crookedly, turning his gaze back to the remaining eggs. He hadn't been able to impress a dragon, but maybe one of these creatures would be more accepting..?

[antinanco]

Apparently these ‘mandyrs weren’t as maternal as their cousins were. The Greed Brown and Showoff seemed to be bicker over one bead of jewelry. What were they, women? Rinnel grimaced and turned to the lazy blue, who seemed intent on staying where he was. Then the he creeled unexpectantly, almost bowling Rinnel over again. These worms were odd! He was almost glad that the two didn’t pick him. Almost.

A dazzling blue emerged next. To Rinnel’s surprise, the blue went to a face he well recognized. X’vier! Foxy fellow had been hiding in the crowd from Rinnel before the little hatchling brought his attention to the rider. Now that he saw him, the man contemplated shouting something about how it was a miracle that that gimp was able to get one, but he was too busy watching as a strange pile of goop rolled out from one egg.

What?! A white one?! That certainly wasn’t natural. Rinnel shook his head in pity at the poor, mutated thing. And when the resounding image of meat echoed into his brain, the handler felt someone should show mercy to the poor little transmutation. Another rider that Rinnel didn’t recognize-shards, there seemed to lots of them at this hatching-ended up involuntarily helping it. And thus, with no more available hatchlings, the greenhandler waited for one of the last two egg to crack.

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[nightingale]

Saeo found herself unable to stop smiling as the hatching progressed. She had been exactly right in her assumption that the hatchlings would be adorable. They were all so tiny and brightly coloured, like little frilled gemstones with appetites! A quick glance around the room helped her identify the lucky ones who had already impressed. Sel'n she recognized...the other two not so much, though for a brief moment she mistook Lanthos for C'oar. Did he have a brother perhaps? She'd have to ask him...but wait, was that little blue 'mandyr looking at her? Oh goodness, the little charmer was showing off wasn't he? She had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Hm?"

The small questioning sound came in response to Pepsi's attempt to gain her attention, and she turned her eyes reluctantly toward him.

"Well they're salamandyrs of course."

She told him, raising an eyebrow skeptically. Surely he'd heard about them before? He was at a salamandyr hatching after all...but then, she'd only learned of their existance after reading about them in the archives during her candidacy. They weren't exactly common knowledge around the holds. Maybe he had just wandered in arbitrarily then? That would make sense...

"They're a bit like flitters."

She explained quietly, glancing breifly toward the table to make sure she wasn't missing anything before returning her attention to the wildling.

"Except that they're smaller and can't jump Between. Most of them can't fly either...but they can use mindspeech a little, like dragons can. Oh, and they have that funny flap of skin on their neck that they can flash at things that make them frightened or angry, to make themselves look scary."

She gave a little nod at the next bit, returning her focus to the table.

"Yes, I'd like on very much. I think they're positively charming little animals."

It is alright Mine. Cherilith told her, his voice soothing as he picked up on the girl's disappointment at realizing the little blue 'mandyr had impressed to somebody else while she wasn't looking. I am your blue. You still have me. She smiling, wishing that he was standing next to her so she could give him a loving pat. It was hard to feel too disappointed knowing that she had such a beautiful dragon waiting for her outside.

The hatching of a white salmandyr came as a complete shock. Oh gosh, those were really rare, weren't they? Oh how gorgeous it was! Like a little bone carving come to life! She couldn't even bring herself to be jealous when it impressed to G'tor, too enthralled was she with the idea that she was witnessing history.

Oh how she wanted to go over and give it a little stroke, just to see if it was real...but no, there were still two eggs, weren't there? She'd best stay where she was until they hatched, lest she loose her chance to impress one herself. She glanced away from the tiny white creature with a smile as the newly named Passion broadcast his question to the records room. She was about to inform the little darling that she did in fact like him when the green perched atop Sel'n started fussing over the crowd's attention shifting away from her. She bit the inside of he cheek to keep form smiling. Oh, this was just too cute! She couldn't imagine why Raylin and C'oar disliked the little creatures so much when they were all so alive and full of personality.

[glamourie]

Showoff shuffled around the table, gazing at the two remaining eggs curiously. They sat on opposite sides from one another, with a ridiculously large amount of space between them that was cluttered up by egg shells and goop, doubtlessly the result of the other eggs hatching. Several pieces of jewelry rested on the table, glittering in the glow-light. Both remaining eggs were on the smaller side, and despite himself, Showoff couldn't resist slinking up to them. The bronze salamandyr settled next to the Envy Egg and lifted one claw to tap it a few times. The egg vibrated in response, and the little bronze trilled in delight, his wings flaring as much as they could. Considering how small they were, Showoff was anything but impressive to behold. He circled the egg and tapped another spot, causing the egg itself to crack a few times; clearly, he was trying to help the salamandyr within to hatch.

Babies out babies out wakey-time!

Unfortunately, the little bronze was oblivious to happenings around him: he completely missed that the egg he was ignoring rocked twice and began to split. His tender ministrations continued with the Envy Egg, but behind him, the Wrath Egg gave a violent shake before positively exploding. Tiny pieces of egg fragment flew all around, hitting the nearest people to the table as the salamandyr within fell onto the bottom of the egg. Enraged, the creature (so covered in gook it was impossible to tell what color it was) jumped around, hissing, spitting and frantically attacking the gloop.

Startled, Showoff abruptly turned and narrowly missed being hit by one of the egg fragments. The piece of shell smacked into the Envy Egg, causing more cracks to network over it, but the bronze salamandyr had eyes only for the hatchling fussing so much. Little claws slipped in fallen egg gloop and despite itself, the hatchling abruptly fell onto its stomach and let loose with a loud enough creel to wake the dead. The creature gave a violent shake, cleaning itself off to reveal... an almost unattractive little green. Eyes rapidly whirling scarlet, the Wrath Green whirled on Showoff before throwing herself at him with no hesitation. The bronze, however, was older, more intelligent and saw the attack coming and did what any sensible creature would do: he jumped out of the way, in the process landing right on top of the Envy Egg. The Wrath Green skidded over the side of the table and then fell off the side, screeching the entire way, as if her misfortune was anyone's fault but her own.

Bad baby, Showoff scolded as he straightened himself out. You bad ba-AAAAAH!

Underneath him, the Envy Egg cracked and gave way, just as a screeching of BAD BAD BAD! echoed from somewhere on the floor. Showoff panicked and fell backwards onto his back as the Envy Egg crumbled, revealing a dazzling little green that was utterly unmistakable. She blinked, dazed, then turned to look in the general direction of the Wrath Green. A low hiss sounded somewhere in the back of her throat, but she did not immediately make any other noise. Instead, the Envy Green walked over and rubbed her entire body against Showoff in what could only be described as a clear show of affection... and possessiveness. Her eyes whirled rapidly.

On the floor, the Wrath Green hissed right back at her clutch sister, bouncing forward across the ground in a remarkable imitation of an angry feline. Her frill was extended as large as it could go and she zoomed over onto Rinnel's leg. Up his side she climbed, until she reached his shoulder and up onto his head for a more effective perch. BAD BAD BAD BAD bad BADBAD! she screeched at her clutch sister, clutching the wherhandler's hair in her little claws. The surge of hunger she sent to him was halfway drowned out by the rage she felt at her clutchsister, Showoff and her own egg - all for separate reasons, none of which she could separate. She knew only that she was mad and they needed to pay.

The Envy Green, noticing her sister, flared in anger. How dare she pick someone first? She had wanted him. (Solely because her clutchsister picked him, but that was irrelevant.) Furious, the Envy Green slipped away from a confused-looking Showoff and swept her gaze over the crowd. Anyone with a salamandyr or firelizard was immediately disqualified, but someone - someone had her attention, and without any hesitation, she ran as fast as she could toward the end of the table and threw herself in the direction of Saeo. She missed by a long shot and hit the floor with an audible splat that made Showoff run to the side of the table in alarm, looking down to make sure that the little female was safe. He was quickly convinced she was fine as she began to proclaim to Saeo and Saeo alone, Mine mine mine mine mine! Surely she would come to her, Hers would?

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The Magnificent Seven
01. Pride Egg Impressed: Green Vanity to Sel'n
02. Lust Egg Impressed: Blue Passion to X'vier
03. Sloth Egg Impressed: Blue Pep to Lanthos
04. Gluttony Egg Impressed: White Star to G'tor
05. Greed Egg Impressed: Brown Troublemaker to O'don
06. Envy Egg Impressed: Green ? to Saeo
07. Wrath Egg Impressed: Green ? to Rinnel

[glamourie]

Wrath Green
Color: Green #3F602B
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks to: Rinnel

Description: Despite the spectacular coloration of her egg, this green emerges without looking all that special. A very standard, grayish shade of green, she’s nothing all that impressive—at first. Then something ticks her off, and the full display comes out. Her frill has longer than usual spines, giving them a wickedly pointed fringe. The frill itself is so icy pale as to be white, save for the slightest tinge of green and jagged green lines zigging down the spines. Her wings, which she also flares when angered, are similarly colored on the undersides, with two darker spots near the tips, like furious eyes. Her long tail is in constant, lashing motion, even when she sleeps—though at rest, usually only the tip twitches. Unless she dreams—for this girl is an active sleeper and will wriggle, claw, bite, display, and everything else possible while fast asleep.

Personality: This green is something of a psychopath. She will never learn more than a few words, mostly consisting of swear words, and will never be able to put a complete sentence together, or even a complete thought. This salamandyr relies entirely on emotion, and powerful emotion at that—and her fallback is anger. Pure, furious anger. Those sharp teeth are very useful for biting, baring, and grinding in frustration, and her most common vocalization will be a hiss. She flies into rages at the strangest of stimulus, and demands that everything be absolutely perfect. There will never be any pleasing of this ‘mandyr—and even if you manage to get it all right, she’ll still find some grudge you haven’t been properly punished for!

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Envy Green
Color: Green #00FF0C
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Saeo

Appearance: This poor female is almost comically disproportionate in build. Her tail and wings are too large for her body by far, which for a salamandyr could be construed as a mark of excessive ugliness; certainly her wings are more reminiscent of a firelizard than her own species. Her body is surprisingly thin, with bizarrely long legs, and she has eyes that are much too large for her head. In short, she's bug-eyed and looks more like a stretched out and then shrunk firelizard than any self-respecting salamandyr. Her frill is even too small, so that when she displays she looks more like a terran cobra than anything intimidating. Even her color is unmerciful, settling for a plain leaf-green that is anything but remarkable, and tiny yellow-green spots cover her entire body so that looking at her is almost blinding, particularly when she's close to Running. The combined aspects of her appearance will likely lead to this female being made fun of, and her utter lack of physical grace won't help her in this regard. Even when she tries to be graceful and predatory, she's liable to fall on her face in a show of clumsiness; unfortunately, agile is not a word that describes her at all, and because of how bright she is, she has no camouflage to speak of. Everyone is likely to notice her... especially when she doesn't want them to.

Personality: Temperamental and prone to tantrums, this little green absolutely hates other females, with the lone exception of her bonded. She finds them infuriating and will literally SCREECH to make a point if anything female comes near her, not to mention she'll bite if things don't go her way. There's a good reason for that: she thinks she's anything but pretty (and given her appearance, there are likely those that agree with her on this). Insecurity leads to her throwing constant tantrums and her bonded will have to constantly reassure her that she isn't ugly. Compared to most salamandyrs, she's one of the most fussy creatures imaginable, and she will almost never leave her bonded's side. If her chosen pet spends any time with anyone other than her, she will fuss and be extraordinarily upset, growing jealous and enraged very quickly, and if anyone so much as hints that she's out of line, she's not above attacking with claw and tooth to make it clear she disagrees. Fiercely possessive, any other salamandyr that so much as comes NEAR her chosen will find themselves on the receiving end of a verbal beating of epic proportions. She made her choice and she'll share with no one! If she is forced to, let it be known that she will hate the competition -- be it dragon, firelizard, or her bonded's significant other. She alone should be first, and she'll settle for nothing less.

[antinanco]

Last but certainly not least, two little greens were prompted by their father to enter the world. One, an ugly little thing, hatched with much more pizzazz, of course, but the other’s attractiveness seemed to outshine her sibling. Rinnel huffed and turned around to leave. There was no way on Pern he wanted another green. One wher of that color was more than enough. But before he knew it, something was clawing up his side and latching onto his head. “What the--?!” he cried, grasping for the little monster only to find sharp frill-spines in his way. Then it hit him.

“Shards! I got one!” he cried triumphantly, an unusual grin on his face. Luck was never on his side! But look at him now! He had gotten a ‘mandyr at his first Hatching, and he hadn’t even been trying! Of course, he was still unaware of the worm’s color, or at least he was until the green began echoing in his head.

Shards! Badshards! Shards bad! Shardsbadbad shardshards BAD! SHAAAAAAARDS!! the ‘mandyr pronounced Rinnel’s incompetence to feed her quickly enough to the entire room, then took matters into her own hands and leapt off of Rinnel’s head with the extra-long cuss. She landed squarely in his meat bowl, sending slices toppling over the edge, but there was still enough for a tiny thing like her. Instantly she began tearing apart at the meat, managing to make a few good-sized cuts in her handler’s fingers along the way.

Suddenly Rinnel was swamped with hatred for the little beast before him as he realized that he had only managed to acquire yet another psychopathic green. Gathering some of the rage he felt flowing to him, the man grimaced and shouted, “Stop eating, already, you fat worm! Too much more and you’ll explode!”

That got her attention. The green paused and quirked her head upwards. Explode?

“Yes, explode! Don’t you know what that means? To be torn into little tiny bits by an explosion! To be To blow up! To go boom!”

Boom! BOOM! Boomboomboom boomboomboomboomdoomboomboomboom! BOOM! she maliciously screeched, enjoying the pure violence and anger in the single-syllable word that even she could understand. It fit her perfectly! She was simply, Boom.

Rinnel groaned and lost all will to live.

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[nightingale]

The hatching of the angry little green was enough to make Saeo flinch. Shells, what a vicious little creature! Not hers. Oh surely such an angry little thing wasn't hers? She sighed in audible relief when the little 'mandyr darted off to the opposite side of the room, claiming one of the men as her bonded. Saeo hated to admit that she was relieved. After all, she'd shown up with so fervent a wish to impress herself a mindpet, and how that there was only one left...

And then all at once, a gnawing hunger crept it's way into her stomach, accompanied by a small, pleading voice. Mine? Oh! Her attention went immediately to the brightly coloured salamandyr who lay spread-eagle on the floor several paces away like a creature that had just been crushed beneath someone's foot.

"Oh, you poor dear!"

She exclaimed worriedly, hurrying over to the bedraggled little creature and kneeling next to it. New life seemed to enter the 'mandyr when Hers came near. Crawling to her feet, she lept gracelessly onto the girl's arm, her claws catching in the fabric her sleeve and preventing her from plopping right back onto the floor. Before Saeo could protest with more than a squeak, the little green had crawled onto the top of her head and tangled herself in her hair.

MINE! MINEMINEMINE! She shrieked to the wrath green and anyone else in the room who would listen, flaring her minuscule frill in obvious defiance of her clutchsister's inferior choice of pet. Hers was much better than that silly one! And she was Hers! Nobody else could have her!

Mine? We have a new mindmate? Cherilith's calm, pleased voice was immensely soothing compared to the shrill tone of the little green salamandyr. MINE! The hatchling corrected angrily, eyes whirling a furious red-orange as she searched the room for whoever had dared to lay claim to Hers. Ahmm, yes. The girl informed him, failing in her attempts to disentangle the creature's little claws from her hair. A pretty little green one...though she seems a little agitated at the moment. What is her name my Saeo? Ummmm...MINE!MINESAEO! I'll get back to you.

"Hey, so I guess this one is mine then?"

She turned and made her way back over to Pepsi, trying not to wince as her new pet's tiny claws continued to dig into her scalp despite her best efforts at pulling her free.

"It's a shame there weren't more of them...would you like to help me name her?"

She knew the gesture was a small consolation to being left standing, but it really was the best she could do. In fact, it was tough for her to even think straight at the moment with such a rush of rage and hunger flooding her mind.

[hseru]

It was amazing, just how different each of the new hatchlings looked, and acted, each one zooming to express itself in its chosen way and latching onto their new mindmates. Lanthos chuckled as he watched their ridiculous actions, absently letting Pep suckle a larger piece of meat, as he'd already had most of his fill with the smaller pieces. He'd quickly given up pretending to sleep, as it was too much work to keep up. His eyes faded in and out in lazy blues and greens, content that His was holding him, and His was feeding him, and His wasn't going to make him move.

The second blue was a little beauty, and he seemed to know it, but Lanthos silently preferred the darker tones of Pep. Now the white one, Lanthos was quite surprised that they could be white, and it was also a beauty of a creature. He was startled into taking a step back when it launched itself into the air towards him, obviously starved past sense and wobbling on wings that weren't supposed to be able to carry it.

Pep righted himself and raised his head, showing the first bit of life since his birth, raising his brilliant sapphire frill to full expansion and shaking his head with a hiss to warn off the white salamandyr. Badbad. No. Mine, Mine! Bad! His was his! No white thing was getting His. His had picked him up, and His was not going to be taken by another!

Lanthos looked down, surprised. Obviously, Pep was picking up new words already, and he was a bit startled at the vehemence he felt. He was therefore glad when the little white one landed on G'tor instead of completing its flight, and he smiled with both relief and happiness for the rider who'd been so nice to him. He watched as the rider brought his new mindpet to the table, laughing lightly at how voracious the creature was. Pep certainly hadn't eaten that much.

Now that it was obvious the white one wouldn't try to take His away from him, Pep watched her with cool eyes, once more limp in lanthos' hand, which the candidate was cradling close to his chest, his frill opening and closing just a bit in agitation. Pretty pretty. Pretty star Lanthos smiled indulgently, and left him there with one hand, using the other to scoot the bowl towards G'tor. "Go ahead, I think Pep's had his fill. I already offered, yaknow?" He grinned, delighted at the slow swirls of emotion he was getting from the blue salamandyr.

"I'm Lanthos, by the way. I haven't really been here long enough to learn who everyone is." The sudden angry burst of chattering snagged his attention back to the table. It looked like the last two eggs had hatched, though he could only see one on the table, a pretty green. He located the other, the angry one, atop the head of her chosen. Well, that had happened quickly, and he was very happy that he'd managed to avoid that one. The waves of anger were almost overwhelming, but Pep's thoughts helped to soothe away the anger, his sheer placidity a balm for the sharp edges of the angry green's voice.