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Post by binker on Mar 10, 2009 18:47:01 GMT -5
Pepsi hadn't been sleeping when the summons went out; well, not really. He had been dozing lightly, propped up against a wall in the candidate barracks as he wavered between wakefulness and sleep. Despite his time at the Weyr, he maintained some of his more nocturnal habits; felines weren't as active then, and you could sometimes sneak up on sleeping prey... But with the day activity of the Weyr, Pepsi was left trying to juggle his sleeping times, not feeling secure enough to slumber when it was possible for someone to come upon him. No, this Weyr was similar in ways to the jungle, and if you got caught, you paid for it.
Still, the lingering hold of sleep was broken by an unfamiliar sensation inside his head; startled, he leapt up, blinking away sleep as he grabbed his knife. A threat? No, no one was around... But the sensation of a challenge lingered, and his blood thrummed with the heat of a possible battle. However, he didn't know his enemy; what had affected his mind like that? It was not the words of a dragon, but perhaps some sort of connection could be made between the two...
The sound of feet on the ground made him retreat to the shadows as white-clad people rushed out; where were they going, and why were they in those robes? Curiosity roused, he quickly followed in their wake, following them to the hatching sands where he paused. Here? Was there a hatching? He saw none of the usual burst of activity that signaled such an event, and was confused. Were they trying to trick him, maybe? He paced in the dark, but his curious nature beat out the more hesitant, wary side of him and the wildling slipped in to the enormous cavern.
He couldn’t help but linger around the exit for a few moments, ready to flee at any signs of a threat. But the robed candidates he had followed were not paying attention to him, but instead something… Else. What was that creature? He could almost swear he had seen one of them in the jungles, and more occupied the Weyr; however, he had never asked anyone about them, hadn’t felt comfortable revealing his ignorance. He looked around as he moved forward a bit, somewhat tense but no longer sneaking about; this creature didn’t seem like anything else in the Weyr… She seemed feral, true to her nature instead of having her instincts dulled by this place. Pepsi instantly liked this golden beast, especially when she shoved a boy back. She did not waste time in getting what she wanted from others! If she wanted you back, you went back, by your own choice or hers.
He noticed the other creature watching the whole event, a blue this time, and with a person. Were these little dragons? There were eggs by the Gold one’s feet, some of which were actually moving about, and obviously these candidates were hoping to impress one of the mini-dragons… But the Gold one didn’t have a human; did the mini-dragons not need a human like their larger relatives did? Why was this wild creature here, with her eggs? Was she forced here against her will like he himself, so that these humans could impress her young? They were wild creatures; surely they belonged in the jungle! Lost in his thoughts he stood where he was, a confused frown marring his face as he watched on. It made no sense to him…
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Post by lilliana on Mar 10, 2009 20:12:32 GMT -5
The emotions in the Cavern were… intense. Mairen could practically feel the stress that all of the candidates (including himself) were experiencing. Then there was the worry and protectiveness that might as well have been emitting from the wild queen. The candidate winced as that protectiveness was shown physically – the queen knocked a boy who was a little closer to the clutch than the rest of them back, sending him sprawling into another candidate. Wincing, and knowing that going to go check on the two wouldn’t do him, or them, any good, Mairen focused on the queen again.
The snarl startled him, but the feeling of something… intrusively examining him was even stranger. Thankfully, ‘Ren was able to distract himself from the strange examination as large cracks began to develop on the eggs. The Libra Egg gave an audibly loud split, and the Aries Egg shortly followed it. By the time the Pegasus Egg was rocking, he had completely forgotten about the oppressive mind examination from the queen.
Not for long, apparently. The force on his mind suddenly sounded… abrasively accepting. Mairen stepped forward, making sure that he didn’t go any further than any of the other candidates that were suddenly joining him. After nodding again to the queen, he finally turned all of his attention to the eggs.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 10, 2009 20:44:37 GMT -5
The queen moved aside as her chosen candidates approached, laying down next to her clutch and taking on the motionless grace of a golden statue. The Libra Egg was so riddled with cracks by this point that it looked as if it might fall apart at any moment -and so it did. A blood chilling creel echoed throughout the cavern as a small green head punched free of the Libra Egg, sprinkling her unhatched siblings with shards of eggshell. The queen stiffened visibly, for only the most ignorant of listeners would fail to recognize that the baby was crying out not for dramatic effect, but because she was in pain. The Libra Green screamed her agony, flopping uselessly against the side of her eggshell and sending herself tumbling into the sand. The egg shattered, revealing that a second head, mounted upon a second neck, grew from the first like a savage blossom beside it’s sister on a vine. This head had no voice, for the breath in it's body was not nearly enough for two minds to share, but it’s eyes flashed a greying rainbow as it begged one of the female candidates for help. The screaming head sent the same desperate plea to Mairen, pleading with him to make it stop hurting. His Maisk hurt! She hurt so badly! All but invisible to the horrified crowd, the Aries Egg split wide open and deposited a sticky green hatchling onto the sand behind the quailing Libra Greens. She coughed, rubbing egg fluid from her eyes with one of her forepaws. The Aries Green let out a small, hiccuping gasp as she spotted the hatchling in front of her, and wobbled to her feet. She keened anxiously, nudging at the base of her sisters' tail. She was hurting? They were hurting? Why were they hurting? They mustn't cry so, for they were being most upsetting! The queen barked sharply, drawing the attention of the Aries Green. She must understand that her two headed sister was dying, for no creature of such deformity was capable of living very long. She would accept this and behave properly in choosing herself a handler. The green whimpered, obviously not pleased with the idea of leaving her sister in such a state. Still, she looked past the Libra Greens and turned her spinning eyes on the crowd. She studied them hesitantly for a few moments, uncomfortable with having so many eyes on her, then made her choice. She barked roughly, scampering across the sand to press herself against the legs of someone who looked to be a young woman in candidate's robes. The Aries Green nudged her handler, anxious for the blood that would bond them properly. She did not like being in here with her dying green sister screaming so loudly! Oh, and she was soooo hungry too! Her Cadil would feed his Cadisk then, and take her away from all the screaming? As if taking their cue from their newly impressed sister, several eggs began rocking. The Pegasus Egg began to rock more forcefully, as if it’s occupant was quite desperate to get free. Both the Sirius Egg and Draco Egg also began to move, the former being tipped over by it’s larger clutchsibling’s vigorous movement. It slid over the hot sand until it was only a foot or two from the nearest candidates, twitching violently and emitting a faintly unnerving growl. ----------------------------------------- Cygnus Egg ~ Still
Sirius Egg ~ Moving
Draco Egg ~ Moving
Libra Egg ~ Hatched green Elask to Elanise(NPC) and green Maisk to Mairen |LETHAL DEFORMITY Pegasus Egg ~ Moving vigorously
Aries Egg ~ Hatched green Cadisk to Cadil
Andromeda Egg ~ Still
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Post by nightingale on Mar 10, 2009 20:57:39 GMT -5
Name: Cadisk Looks To: Cadil Species: Wher Color: Green (636600) Age: Hatchling Physical Appearance: Judging her by appearance alone, there is absolutely nothing special about this green. While she is not among the ugliest of her kind, she is just as far from the prettiest. Cadisk does not have the lithe, delicate proportions one might expect to see on a female, but those who make their living among whers will be able to appreciate that curves and tapering only count for show. This green is strong and healthy, and her body will doubtlessly serve her well in all she does -unfortunately this is still not enough to make her striking. Her hide itself is a dull, unmarked khaki green that is far from beautiful. In fact, it tends to look almost sickly under most lighting, shimmering faintly as though she were perpetually coated in a fine layer of sweat.
Catch a glimpse of her when the moon is shining however, and Cadisk becomes a creature of almost dazzling splendor. Embedded in the surface of her hide are innumerable reflective speckles, which under moonlight make her look almost as if she has bathed in liquid silver and then rolled in diamond dust. This is particularly true when she is close to running, for the glow that rises from her hide will be more silver than green in colouration. Her wings are small and delicate, shimmering a beautiful mosaic of mottled copper, green and gold when she chooses to flare them. She is truly a child of the night, and so it goes without saying that this green-of-a-different-colour will have more than her fair share of admirers.
Personality: Cadisk could best be described as a wher with both good intentions and poor execution. This green is, through no fault or intention of her own devising, deeply and hinderingly insensitive. She has a terrible way of saying just the wrong thing at precisely the wrong time to make almost any attempt at cheering someone up doomed to failure, which is particularly crippling when one considers that she loves nothing more than making others smile. Because it is almost impossible to find an insult that gets under her thick skin, Cadisk also likes to tease -vain and lovesick males especially- and often doesn’t realize when she’s crossed the line from playful into unkind. She thinks that it’s funny when others do it to her after all, so isn’t reciprocating the polite thing to do?
It would be easy to believe that this green lives for the sole purpose of running, and under the light of the full moons -for she will always chose these nights to run- she becomes a creature of almost pure feminine energy. She loves her males almost as much as she loves toying with them, and so she will do everything in her power to draw out the experience for as long as possible. Even when running is the farthest thing from her mind, this green will probably keep more males than females as close friends. This is because much of the time she is exactly what one would expect a tomboy to be were they a green wher. She finds males easier to get along with, and more understanding of her awkward relationship with sentimentality than other females -not to mention way more fun to wrestle with.
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Post by lilliana on Mar 10, 2009 21:10:22 GMT -5
Captivated by the hatching of the egg, Mairen watched motionlessly as the Libra Egg cracked more and more and more. Another crack… and then parts just began to shatter. A green head was shoved out of the egg, just as a horrible cry was released from the small thing. The candidate blinked with surprise, although it took him a moment to realize that she was giving this blood-curdling cry in pain. Oh, shards.
He was so uncertain of what to do. It was against his nature, completely, to leave such a piteous thing just screaming there, but there wasn’t anything he could possibly do. Wincing, Mairen made himself stay there, even when the egg completely shattered and a second head appeared, attached hideously to the green’s neck. A rainbow that was quickly dulling, its colors quickly paling and developing more gray than any other colors was turned towards ‘Ren.
And then he couldn’t stay still.
Taking the few quick steps to meet his wher, Mairen still didn’t know what to do as he dropped on his knees. What… what was he supposed to do? It was so obvious that this little creature – his little Maisk – wasn’t going to make it. But couldn’t he still hope? Reaching out to give the only thing he could give – a comforting stroke of the eye ridges – Mairen began murmuring comforting, but obviously pointless, reassurances.
Another green was suddenly there. Keening, and nudging Maisk’s tail. Mairen had, since that pair of rainbow eyes had been turned on him, refused to pay attention to the second head attached to his wher’s neck. For this reason, he didn’t even recognize that the other head had impressed to a girl. He still didn’t, in fact. The young man grimaced, and continued to stroke the eye ridge of his wher. What else could he do? He couldn't let her die on the Sands... but no one else could do anything that he couldn't. Shards.
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Post by Rei on Mar 10, 2009 21:10:35 GMT -5
The pain filled creel caused Malara to flinch violently. Why was the hatchling making such a hideous cry? Suddenly it all became apparent as the Libra green tumbled out onto the sands. The blonde gasped in horror two heads? The creature was obviously in intense pain and wouldn’t be able to survive. Surely nothing with such a horrible deformity could live. Cold though the girl was her heart went out to the hatchling. Surely it’s suffering had to end soon? The horrid keening was almost unbearable and the blonde hugged herself to try and keep the shivers away.
The other green was only noticed because she had approached her sister. Malara tore her eyes away from the dying hatchling to study this living one closely. She seemed sickly as well although, perhaps that was just her coloration. She seemed to move ok. This hatching had started out badly with the appearance of the deformed hatchling a green was said to be a bad omen to start a hatching. A deformed green? That must be an even worse omen.
Still the Aries green seemed to make her choice soon enough. The confused male who though the was a woman. Interesting choice to say the least. Malara took comfort in the fact that at least this one hatchling would survive. The blonde turned back towards the Libra green. How long would the poor baby suffer?
It hurt to watch The candidate was not friendly or sympathetic towards practically anyone. But babies bought out one of the only vulnerabilities she had. Malara adored babies and the ugly whers were no different. The blonde looked at the queen. Surely she would not allow her baby to suffer for long?
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Post by hseru on Mar 10, 2009 21:20:32 GMT -5
Holding back her disappointment, Rozen resisted the temptation to leave the hatching, her heart heavy with sorrow at the rejection. However, she was already there, she wouldn't disgrace the queen by leaving before all was said and done. She regretted her decision seconds later as a bloodcurdling creel of pain reverberated throughout the close quarters, vibrating off the hatching cavern walls and searing into her. The green that hatched from the pale gray Libra egg wobbled out of her shell, a second head attached to her neck. Watching in mute horror, her mouth an 'o' of surprise and shock, Rozen was frozen to the spot, despite her mind telling her to leave now.
The two headed green chose two different candidates, and despite herself, her heart ached for the two, and the poor, poor green. No creature deserved this, and she wasn't heartless enough to feel smug about the candidates and their dying companions. Still silent, she was unaware that tears were drawing faint wet tracks down her cheeks. She was unable to draw her eyes away from the pitiful sight, and she only barely registered that a second egg had cracked open with another green, completely healthy. A shame that, as seeing the hatching might have bolstered her flagging spirit.
The queen's bark caught her attention then though, and she flicked her eyes to the healthy green who was investigating her clutchsister. Gladness filled her, that this hatchling seemed healthy. Her heart sank though as it chose among those the queen has specified, reminding her of her own deficiency, and some detached part of her brain noted that this hatching was going to have her emotions reversing directions faster than a hunting wherry. She'd be lucky to get out with her heart still intact, but she was now rooted to the spot. There was no way she could leave just to spare herself. She needed to watch.
Trying to keep the screams of the mortally mutated green out of her ears, Rozen focused on the remaining eggs, many of which were moving with renewed vigor. She couldn't help but glance back at the poor green and her two humans though when a particularly harsh shriek pierced the air, each glance renewing the tears on her face with another brief wave as the pain clutched at her heart.
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Post by topaz on Mar 10, 2009 22:21:20 GMT -5
Finally after tense moments, the Libra Egg burst apart revealing a bright green creature. The little wher screeched piteously, with what Venus first took as some sort of childish demand of attention, or maybe anger....but no. As the hatchling tumbled around in the sand, Venus saw it. Dull rainbow eyes swirled as the second head looked for her own handler. Venus gasped loudly, and quickly put her hands over her mouth. She didn't want to give any offense to the...mutation's...mother, but it was the first time she had seen anything like that. The poor thing was distraught, the stronger looking of the two head's calling out to her chosen handler. The gir...uh...boy, ran over to the beast, caressing and comforting it as best he could. What else could he do? Venus lowered her hands slowly, curling one around the other, resting them just below her collar bone. The Candidate's brown eyes looked sorrowfully over the trio.
Then a crack, and the Aries Egg burst open, another green flopping out if it, hiccuping cutely, Venus thought. It's color looked sickly, but it soon hurried over to it's chosen handler, apparently well. A small smile tugged at the corner of Venus' mouth. At least one of the hatchlings would survive.
Venus looked to the Libra Green for a last time before turning her attention back to the eggs yet to hatch. The Pegasus Egg had continued to shake, now a little more vigorously. The Draco and Sirius Eggs also began to shake. Trying her best to ignore the saddening sight before her, the Candidate focused all her attention on the most active egg.
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Post by binker on Mar 11, 2009 9:27:54 GMT -5
Others might have found it disturbing, but Pepsi really didn't feel any sort of sympathy for the two-headed creature, only watching it for a few moments before he quickly ignored it and the horrified gasps that it recieved. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the creature was dying; nothing lived with two heads, it was a simple fact. Any sort of mutation usually resulted in death, and his only regret was that it did not die before it managed to impress to two candidates. He touched the knife at his side, wondering if he should kil the creature; a swift death would be better than a slower death, but he was aware that things worked differently in the Weyr. He didn't need any more enemies just because he was trying to end the poor beast's misery.
He made a wide arc around the candidates and the eggs, sitting near the other mini-dragon who was obviously distressed. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him, trying not to look threatening; he didn't want one of the beasts to attack him, he was just curious about them... And just what this queen was doing here. Perhaps you could project thoughts at them? He had tried it with dragons, but he had never been sure it worked...
Nose wrinkling, he tried to focus solely on the Wherqueen, letting his curiosity rise up as he tried to communicate with her. Why was she here, and why was she letting her young be taken by the cowardly Weyrfolk?!
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Post by neeuqtar on Mar 11, 2009 10:24:18 GMT -5
She wasn't summoned forward by the queen wher... but that didn't bother her. Hiding another yawn, Varrana shifted to the side to keep out of the way of the Candidates being called forward. She sneered at the idiot boy who got whacked by the queen--who did he think he was? Probably thought he was better than the others there, and got hurt for it. Probably deserved it. She was shocked from her man-hating by the Hatching of the two headed green. The keening razored through her nerves like hot glass on wax, scalding her. Varrana swallowed bile at the obvious pain in the creatures' tortured body, as a boy knelt by one head and a girl by the other.
Didn't they see the poor thing couldn't survive? That she was only suffering? That it would be kinder to slit their throats and give them relief? She panted, her whole body aching in sympathy pain for the dying creature. She didn't even notice the Bonding of the second to Hatch, completely focused on the drama. Without consciously trying to, she backed up, hitting the wall and leaning against its cool strength as if it could draw the heat from her body. She couldn't drag her eyes from the sorrowing scene.
"Do something," she whispered, unsure of who she was talking to. Were they just going to let the wherlets slowly die? Was comfort worth the pain?
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Post by Avu on Mar 11, 2009 11:01:35 GMT -5
Meisk's soft croon and the visible relaxation that slipped through his previously tense muscles made it clear that their precense had been accepted, and with a grin, Meira leaned against the ghostly blue wher's side affectionately, one arm snaking around his neck as his Hatching hum became more and more intense. Clearly the eggs were Hatching, yes? They would Hatch soon...the small blue wher snaked forward a little, eager despite his caution of the queen (and of attention in general: Not many of the Candidates seemed to have noticed him; good). He gave a sharp whuff of anxiety as a foolish boy ventured too close to the wher and was repelled (violently!), crashing into another and sending them both tumbling downwards. However, as they got to their feet shortly, Meira made no move towards them, merely crossing her arms and huffing slightly in annoyance. What right had he, to go so close to a wild queen's clutch anyway? -- or any queen's clutch, for that matter? Zesa, even, who was generally extremely sweet and obedient, would go to frantic lengths to make sure nobody but MeiraHers touched her clutch, and from what she'd heard, the queen had already allowed Touching. What more did they want?
The blue wher jerked back so violently that he nearly knocked Meira over, though, when the Libra Egg's occupant half-shelled itself, and then screamed in clear agony. The bluehandler sprang up instinctively, an involuntary cry emerging from her. However, as the Libra Greens' deformity became clear, she shuddered and sank back down again. To ignore those heart-piercing cries was horrifying, and she buried her face in Meisk's hide, her arms snaking around his neck as she drew him closer to her, felt his wings close possessively around her and felt the wher's head bump against her lap as he whined anxiously, trying to bury his face in her lap. He hated this, and His hated it, too. The helplessness was even more horrifying: The knowledge that she could do nothing...only wait, while the deformity took its toll on the wher(s). Death was inevitable, and...though it would be merciful...she simply couldn't bring herself to kill the greens. And it would frighten Meisk. Frighten him horribly. Her fingers closed around the small belt-knife, and she swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut as tears slipped out through her lids, glazing her cheeks and clinging to her eyelashes.
"It's...not...fair." The words were little more than an exhale, breathless and audible only to Meisk, who had his head pressed so tightly against her torso that she could feel each breath he drew. "Not...fair," Meira repeated, ignoring the hair that tumbled over her face, concealing the tears and clinging to her wet cheeks. Why was it, that fate was so cruel to some whers? -- why Meisk? Why had he been force-Hatched above the others? -- and now, why that pair of greens? Their pain was nearly palpable, and -- mostly because she simply could not bring herself to look, she completely missed the Aries Green Hatching and Impressing to one of the Candidates. Her throat had tightened, refused to work properly, and so the Healer simply let herself sink into Meisk, allowing the blue wher to croon his distress, eyes flashing nervously, trying to comfort her. She could feel Zesa pressing against her mind, too, trying to figure out what was wrong, and answering only with a firm, desperate reiteration that the queen could not come.
"Can't she kill them? Just kill them, and get it over with?" The girl's voice grew slightly shriller, though she still spoke too low to be audible. Only Meisk heard the clear panic in her tones and responded, barking nervously and then crooning lovingly, his eyes catching his handler's in order to assure her that he would always, always love her. His tongue flicked out to touch her neck in a show of affection. "Can't she, though?" Meira went on, slighter calmer, still whispering nervously. "Isn't it better to? -- just kill them. It's so -- it's cruel, Meisk. It's so cruel..." Her throat was still lumped, and she cleared it nervously, still clinging to the pale wher's hide desperately. His precense -- both physically and mentally -- offered a safeguard, and built a dam against the flood of tears that pricked behind her eyes. The blue crooned again, his eyes flushed with his Handler's anxiety, his tail sliding possessively around her as he whuffed softly. Should they not have come here, if it distressed His so? -- but the answer to his tentative question came instantaneously. Of course they had to be here. It was their job.
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Post by ladybug on Mar 11, 2009 12:15:32 GMT -5
Cadil leaned forward as the Libra Egg began to crack open. He could make out pain-filled cries, and wondered what was wrong with the hatchling inside the egg. Then it split open, and he made out two necks attached to one body. In spite of himself, he shuddered, partly in disgust, partly in pity. Even though the mutation was unnatural, the two-headed green's cries were impossible to ignore, and he felt a pang of sympathy. It was clear that the green wasn't going to live long, so he was shocked when one of the candidates rushed forward, apparently having Impressed.
The hatching of the Aries egg went largely unnoticed, which he would regret later. He finally noticed the second green when she nudged the deformed hatchling, maybe wanting to help. At a demand from the Gold, the healthy green trotted over to the candidates. When the green ran towards him, he shrank back instinctively, but the hatchling merely pressed up against his legs, looking up at him with rainbow eyes. He could feel her impatience to bond, and her fear and sadness for her dying sisters.
Almost without thinking, he drew his belt knife and made a neat slice across his hand, wincing slightly at the sting. As the wound turned red with blood, he held his hand out to Cadisk, who latched on and sucked. He had to wrench his hand away when he started to feel dizzy. With a final look at the screaming double green, he hastily led Cadisk away to be fed.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 11, 2009 14:07:31 GMT -5
Roivao could not move. What had started as a joyous event for the few present had now turned into a nightmare. Never in his life had he even heard of such a thing happening before. Yet here it was, horribly real and screaming its pain to the world. It was completely unfair. To die so young. Its only memories would be of pain and confusion. Roi almost couldn't take it. The sadness in his heart was too great as it was. The sorrow and despair of the mutated green was too much to bear. But he could not move. He was rooted, his face impassive stone, even as his mind was a turmoil of thoughts.
No! The wher's separate heads had called out for two of the candidates. Roi could bear it now longer. He tore his gaze away, slow tears running down his face. Other men might have been ashamed to show such weakness, but Roi had ceased caring long ago. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. It was like Iloth all over again. Joy ripped forcibly from your heart before you had time to grasp it. He wished the green had been still born. He wished the queen had killed it once it made itself known. He wished anything but what was happening. Why couldn't she stop it before it bonded?! Nothing could stop it from dying and those poor chosen ones would be scared by the pain forever. Like him.
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Post by Tashe on Mar 11, 2009 16:42:59 GMT -5
The notorious sleeper that he was, Nautic slept through the mental call for the most part. Yes, he had been roused by the Wher, but only momentarily and had immediately gone back to sleep, thinking nothing of why he or what had woken him. From then until the point he jerked awake, his dreams were plagued with hatchings and non-bondings.
"Waitwhatnow!?" Opening his eyes to find he had forced himself into a sitting position, Nautic rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It couldn't be morning yet, Mouse wasn't singing and he was still tired, everything pointed to the fact he shouldn't be awake. Tilting his head to the side, Nautic frowned as he closed his eyes, trying to puzzle out why he had woken up. Bare-chested and not bothering to put on a shirt, the Candidate swung his body out of his furs and paced over to his door, fully intending to investigate the Wherhandler Apartments. Poking his head out the door like a hesitant rodent, Nautic's frown deepened as he saw a good number of the doors were open at various angles, something that had not been when he had gone to bed earlier on. It wasn't right, or at least something wasn't right. Quietly moving from his door to the closest room that was open, the young man peered inside, finding it empty he moved onto the next one. This one too, was empty. And so was the common room...
"Well skin me bare and call me a Runner. Where is everyone?" And then it hit him, hard, like a run away boat in swift moving water. The Wild Wher clutch had to be hatching. Where else in Faranath's name could they be? It took a moment for his legs to start moving, and boy when they did, they took off like a jack rabbit on a hot stretch of rock. Almost slamming straight into his door in the attempts to slow himself enough to take such a sharp corner, Nautic slipped and fell flat on his face. But even that didn't stop him from moving, his hands and feet scrabbling to get traction. Once he was up again, the Blond nearly lept onto his chest of clothes, throwing open the lid and digging frantically.
At one point, he pulled out what he thought were a pair of white slacks, only to straighten up and find out that they was an it, and in the form of a long white skirt. Even in such a tizzy, Nautic had to stop an appreciate the humor of the situation, not caring why exactly he had a white skirt in the first place. Ripping off the article of clothing, the Candidate finally did find a matching outfit of white. He didn't have time to look for robes, so this would have to do. Pulling on his tunic and then his britches, Nautic stuffed his feet into the nearest set of shoes possible and was out the door while stuffing his shirt into his pants. Only to have to stop, return to his room for a knife, and then re-emerge.
How could be be so thick headed as to not have woken up?! He had missed the summons and probably slept through most of the hatching already, if not the whole thing. Winding his way to the sands, Nautic reached for the handle of the door, and opened it just enough to slip through. His arrival was met with a terrible highpitched creeling. It sounded as if something was dying. Squeezing through and setting himself up at the back of the other Wher hopefuls, Nautic tried to make his presence seem natural. Though the source of the creeling shocked him rather harshly, a two headed Wher was not something you saw everyday. So he had been right... the noise was a death call. The poor thing. Nature had it out for the little one...
Whether or not the Queen saw his bow, Nautic preformed one anyways, feeling incredibly ashamed for having missed the beginning. He really didn't want to think about the pitiful creature or... their?... bondeds, so he did his best to busy himself with congratulating (in his mind) Cadil, the Wher by his side could only mean he had bonded. But the creeling wasn't something easily ignored.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 11, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
A young girl with pale hair stumbled from the candidate ranks and moved numbly toward the Libra Greens. Her sobs were silent, but they shook her entire body as she gathered the dying head into her lap and pressed her forehead against her muzzle. Already the lack of oxygen was drawing the colour from Elask’s eyes, and by the time Mairen reached the dying twins, the girl was holding only the lifeless shell that her wher had once posessed. Maisk’s shrill screams slowed and deepened into moans, then whimpers as she felt her sister’s death penetrate their shared from. With the impression complete there was nothing but white pain in the hatchling’s eyes as she stared up at her handler, silently begging him to make it stop, begging him to make it better. If she recognized her own mortality, she offered him no sign of it. The Pegasus Egg gave a mighty crack, and a glistening paw emerged from the creamy halo of it’s shell. The egg crashed backward into the sand, vanishing from sight behind the Andromeda Egg. A moment later, the space it had occupied was filled by a strong young bronze, coated with sand and egg fluid. His whirling eyes drifted once over the crowd, slow and searching. He then turned and moved resolutely toward the half dead Libra Green. Ignoring the low growl his mother offered him, the Pegasus Bronze knelt down in the sand next to his sister, his eyes closed as he curled his ample bulk about the green and her handlers, holding them gently with a soft croon humming in the back of his throat. Foolish bronzechild! The queen barked sharply at her son, eyes whirling with rage at both his blatant disreguard for the candidates and his indifferance to her reprimands. The Pegasus Bronze offered no response. Maisk keened pitifully, pressing her face against Mairen’s chest. The queen rumbled low in her throat, drawing her wings tightly about her as she was assaulted by a whirlwind of emotion from the gathered humans. Kill her own child? What nonsense! Her green daughters would die in their own time, and the foolish meat creatures things had best remember that it was neither thier place nor hers to try and speed the process! One voice however, seemed to catch her attention. Why was she allowing these hideous, wherrie-brained dragonfolk to impress her children? She snorted, deciding that the question was worth a proper answer, and spoke directly to Pepsi. When she had last run, she had been caught on this land by a humanloved bronze. Humanthings amused her much of the time, though she had now quite tired of their customs and judgements and indeed their company. Her children had the right to chose whether to live wild or bonded, and she would provide them with the opportunity to make that choice. It was their indecision that enraged her so, for she was eggar to return to the jungle and could not until every egg lay shattered on the sand. Beside the small group that had gathered around the Libra Green, the Draco Egg shuddered. A deep, wide crack shot across it’s surface, splitting the green coiled egg-creature in half directly between the eyes. A dark wing fluttered against the crack, then flared wide, breaking apart the remnants of it's shell and revealing a stocky wherling the colour of topsoil. The Draco Brown extricated himself from the shards of his egg gingerly, not offering so much as a glance toward the Libra Green or her keepers. He lifted his head to regard the candidates with cool indifference, then stalked toward them with a slow swish in his tail. So many humanthings, he mused as he paced down the lineup. So many...and yet so few worth his time. In fact, he was sure that there was not a single human in the entire cavern good enough to bond with him. As if to emphasize his distaste, he pasued in front of Venus and took a swipe at her unprotected legs, catching her across the shin with his baby-sharp claws. He glanced down at the blood speckled sand, then snorted at the girl as if it were her fault that her leg had been gouged open. Stupid human. They were all so stupid... So lost was the little brown in his disgusted reverie that the did not realize that the fork of his tail was repeatedly tapping against the shell of the trembling Sirius Egg. The egg did not seem to notice either, and went right on cracking from the center outward until a dark blue nose was visible between the white speckles. The Draco Brown snorted, lifting his head sharply as someone in the crowd caught his attention. He rumbled with pleasure, but only managed to take a single step before the Sirius Blue suddenly lost it's patiance and snarled, tearing frantically at the remains of his eggshell. The Draco Brown turned to reguard his brother with a placidly calculating expression as he clawed his way free, glaring rainbow daggers at the larger wher. Well? What did he want? Couldn't the stupid blue see that he was busy? The Sirius Blue growled, kicking off the remains of his shell and flaring his pale wings over his back. The brown held his position, a low growl rising in the back of his throat. The blue did not at all seem pleased about being growled back at, and responsed with an even deeper, more threatening growl. Far at the back of the clutch, the Andromeda Egg began to move. ----------------------------------------- Cygnus Egg ~ Still
Sirius Egg ~ Hatched Blue: Looking Around
Draco Egg ~ Hatched Brown: Looking Around
Libra Egg ~ Hatched green Elask to Elanise(NPC) and green Maisk to Mairen |LETHAL DEFORMITY Pegasus Egg ~ Hactched Bonze: On the sand
Aries Egg ~ Hatched green Cadisk to Cadil
Andromeda Egg ~ Moving
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