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Post by irbre on Aug 31, 2008 13:27:53 GMT -5
Despite the fact that a few more Candidates had filtered in, Neisk paid them no mind, multi-faceted eyes fixed unblinkingly the eggs. She hardly paid the Black Feline Green any mind, though glared at her sharply when she continued to preen and puff for her apparent audience. As the green wandered backwards a bit, seeking better lighting, Neisk leaned forward to snap at her, hardly coming close, though her intent was clear enough. With a disgruntled chitter, the wherlet leapt towards the crowd, sidestepping the now quickly rocking Reaper Egg. Even as she made her way closer to the crowd, the brown forefoot of the Harvest Moon Egg stretched farther out, shell breaking away before a broad chest.
The green wherlet scampered away as her brother tumbled awkwardly forward, lacking the grace of his sister. The Harvest Moon Brown stared blankly forward for a moment, obviously confused, before his dual-toed paws began to scrabble for purchase. Sniffing in derision, the Black Feline Green turned away towards the crowd, tiring of the game. She was hungry, she began to realize, and everyone present was obviously aware of her beauty, so why should she wait? With calm, paced steps, the green padded towards the Candidates, shunning the boys without a second thought. She needed someone beautiful, like her, and she would not find her bonded among them. Indeed, as she neared the Candidates, one seemed to shine in particular. Chirping softly, the wherlet pressed herself against Kalushka, turning bright eyes upward to stare at the girl.
With a small grumble, the Harvest Moon Brown clambered clumsily to his feet, legs shaking slightly as he stood. He was hardly as brave as his sister and stood motionless for a moment, tail twitching back and forth. He wasn't in a hurry either, though he didn't want to remain sitting and watching. Instead, his gaze began to sweep over the Candidates, slowly and patiently, picking out the individuals with ease. Neisk let out a small, encouraging trill, but the brown didn't move. Instead, his gaze slid cautiously to the Reaper Egg, which was now laced with cracks. As the other egg began to tremble more violently, he took a step back, just before the shell erupted outward with force.
Black-and-red shell scattered as the wher within made his entrance into the world, his eyes flashing red and yellow. He was best described as beautiful, with a smooth, almost flawless sapphire hide and an angular, well-balanced body, though that was only the initial impression. Unlike the other whers, he snarled venomously, gaze flashing towards the Candidates, but only for a moment. In the next he was staring at the eggs with something akin to impatience and anger flaring in his multi-faceted eyes. With slow, patient movements, still slightly awkward from his hatching, he stalked forward, even as the Harvest Moon Brown moved to intercept him, the Reaper Blue snapping at the other. His gaze was instead fixed intently on the Living Dead Egg, who seemed to be getting nowhere fast. What was that other egg doing, failing to hatch, giving them all a bad name? With a snarl, he leapt forward, too fast for the interceding brown, his tail whipping to the side to smash into the egg, shell crumbling beneath the force, a pitiful wail rising from within.
The Harvest Moon Brown moved forward, his slow movements suddenly faster as he placed himself between the vicious blue and the remaining eggs, whole body stiff and taut. His eyes flashed with yellow and the faintest speck of red and he began to turn back to glance at the ruined Living Dead Egg and its occupant, but Neisk had already moved forward, coiling her golden bulk around the now-exposed wherlet, crooning softly to it, completely blocking the creature from view. A bit of ichor oozed across the straw and the Queen pressed the wherlet closer to her, gaze snapping up to glare at the Reaper Blue, he was crouched down, staring intently at the brown who dared to get in his way. A soft growl rose from the Queen, echoing around the quiet room as muscles coiled and bunched beneath the glittering surface of her hide, her attention split dangerously between the injured wher protected by her body and the Reaper Blue. Everything was perfectly still as all three of the whers tensed, the gazes of the brown and gold fixed unblinkingly on the blue, whose lips pulled back in a snarl of defiance.
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Post by Avu on Aug 31, 2008 13:54:05 GMT -5
Meira’s gaze flickered from the Black Feline Green to the Harvest Moon Egg, uncertain as to which she should be admiring. She took a deep breath, her nerves tingling almost painfully, every sense acutely aware of her surroundings despite the nervous anticipation she felt. A pain flickered to life in her fingers and she glanced down automatically, realizing she had pressed her fingers against the blade of the knife—not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough nonetheless to alert her to the fact that she really shouldn’t be holding onto the knife in such a nervous state. She swallowed hard, wiping her hands on her robes and sliding the knife into her makeshift belt, a wide strap of fabric she had wrapped around the Candidates’ Robes previously in order to make it more to her liking.
The Candidate shifted uneasily, making unnecessary adjustments to her hair and robes: A twitch to straighten the robes, a flick of her head to dislodge a lock of hair from her eyes, and then running her hands through her hair once, twice. She felt a sharp delight as the brown Hatched, and a gentle amusement as she compared the Black Feline Green’s obvious grace to the brown’s—well, clumsiness. Meira satisfied herself admiring the brown intently for a moment or two, and then, looking around for the Black Feline Green, realized the other wherlet had Bonded. Kalushka, her bunkmate!
Knowing the new Greenwherling probably wasn’t looking at her anyway, Meira smiled in congratulations, although she had to admit to an almost jealous feeling. To not have this tension, this awful anticipation, to know your mate was with you—to be able, in short, to view the Hatching not as a life-changing stage but as entertainment, a spectacle—seemed to be wonderful. She felt a bit of nausea squirm in her stomach and was infinitely glad she hadn’t helped herself to any of the food. Swallowing back the dryness in her throat, Meira licked her lips, realizing they were dry as well.
A sudden, detached pity for Mutasim suddenly rose in her as a vague memory came back to her. Had he really suffered through this four times? Worse than this, really, because so many people were watching at a dragon Hatching, while…she glanced around, and to her surprise, found Raila there. One of the few spectators. She managed a shy, startled smile. Hadn’t Raila told her she was standing for dragon Hatchings? Or had she mentioned wher Hatchings too?
Her gaze returned to the eggs, like a rubber band snapping back into place, as another cracking sound was heard, and bit her lip, nervousness writhing inside of her as the Reaper Egg spilled out a beautiful blue wherlet. And then—he snarled, almost venomously, as if angry at the entire world for being too slow…Meira’s brow knitted in surprise, wonder. Surely that wasn’t normal wher behavior? At least, normal behavior right after Hatching? Shouldn’t he be hungry? But then, Meira countered, the Harvest Moon Brown hadn’t yet Bonded either.
As the blue wherlet smashed another egg—the Living Dead Egg—and a horrible moan rose, Meira felt her breath catch in her throat, and was glad, because it stopped the scream that wanted to come out. No. No. This wasn’t right, this was terrible, this was horrible. Her eyes glued to the egg, she didn’t, at first, realize that the Harvest Moon Brown had intercepted the blue, until there was a flash of gold and Neisk had claimed protection of the injured Living Dead wherlet.
Ichor.
Blood.
She saw the stuff staining the straw and the felt the first spurt of tears of sympathy. This wasn’t what a Hatching was supposed to be like. Hatchings were times of joy, delight, Bonding and Impression. Not this terror. Not fighting, as the three whers seemed ready to. Meira found herself clutching her own throat—either to protect it, or as if something was stuck in there, and she was trying to dislodge it. “Stop!” she cried, suddenly—without thinking.
As she realized she’d cried out loud instead of in her mind, Meira felt her face redden. Whers were intelligent; they would understand her—but they wouldn’t listen, of course. And it would be pure suicide to run in between them…they were helpless if the Reaper Blue wouldn’t obey Neisk, as neither of the wherlets had Bonded.
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Post by wingrider on Aug 31, 2008 15:44:28 GMT -5
Hennai grinned at the beautiful green wherling. But her smile dimmed a bit as the wherling moved up to Kalushka. She turned back more cracking noises drifted to her ears. She watched a darling blue hatch. But she froze. He snarled? What the feck for? Hennai couldn't help herself, she sent the blue a glare of her own. "What wasn't very good, blue." Hennai whispered under her breath. She jerked in Meira's direction. And then back at the blue wher. She knew Hatchings were supposed to be good events. But sometimes there was always one that ruined it.
Trillian wasn't sure what to think about the blue wherling. She admired him for sticking up to the Queen, but that was suicide! She wanted to rush up and see how the wherling was that the Queen had curled up next her. But she didn't dare. She spoke up instead. "The injured wherling needs help."
Hennai looked in Trillian's direction. She was not sure about this but she didn't see anyone else doing or saying anything. "I'm a Senior Apprentice Dragonhealer." She waited to see what happened.
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Post by Ember on Aug 31, 2008 16:27:35 GMT -5
Ceryl managed a slight smile as the first of the wherlets Bonded. She was amused how the Black Feline Green completely ignored any of the boys. Naturally they were useless to such a pretty young thing. Despite feeling glad that the green had found someone she also felt decidedly rejected at the same time. But there were other wherlets. Why look! The Harvest Moon Brown was fully out and the attention grabbing Reaper had more movement. She suppressed a nervous giggle as the brown stumbled about.
The poor thing just stood there though. Ceryl shifted uncomfortably to be watched so. Her attention was diverted by the shattering of the Reaper Egg, revealing a blue that didn't draw her attention as much as the egg had. He was downright unpleasant in personality. It already seemed like it had gone feral to the young girl. She wanted to step back and hide. Perhaps if the blue couldn't find her she wouldn't have to worry about it mauling her - or worse, Bonding with her! How could someone Bond with a wher they were afraid of?
Thankfully he didn't seem too intent on the candidates at all. It stalked among the other eggs and Ceryl watched, heart in her throat. This Hatching was more ominous than nice and cheery. She gasped and brought her hands to her mouth. How cruel! The Reaper Blue smashed the innocent Living Dead Egg. The sound it made too...Ceryl was torn between running away and going to help the creature within the destroyed egg. She remained rooted to the spot however, looking very statuesque. At least the hatched brown had some sense to step between his brother and the rest of the clutch.
She tried to look at the Living Dead Wherlet but the clutchmother had already stepped in and was wrapped around it. The three whers were locked in a stand off. No one seemed to want to step forward and help the hurt wherlet. hat could anyone do unless it Bonded? Ceryl caught sight of dark liquid staining the straw and her anger suddenly flared to life. How dare that darn Reaper Blue! She hoped it went feral and disappeared for good.
Ceryl took a step forward but was stopped by the cry of another girl. She glanced at her fellow candidate. She'd broken the silence in the room. It snapped Ceryl back to reality. She looked to Neirin with a questioning look. What did they do in this situation? Ceryl looked back at the blue, brown, and gold whers. She supposed nothing could be done but to watch and hope that the Living Dead Wherlet would be okay.
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Post by flupine on Aug 31, 2008 22:39:38 GMT -5
Derrin wanted the Green to Hatch and he got his wish because as much as he was wanting the Green to hurry up and Impress, she did and completely ignored the boys. How rude. First off, Derrin was as good as any girl if not better. He was prettier than most girls, nicer and if Derrin did say so himself, smarter. Though Derrin might be the only one to say so on that point. But really, the nerve and as turned his back rather abruptly on the newly formed Wherling pair, though he did clap quietly (he was not that rude, his grandmother raised him to have good manners) Derrin's attention was already being caught on the drama unfolding.
Derrin had expected that something dramatic would happen, one simply could not make it through life without drama, especially at a Hatching but this was not the kind of Drama that Derrin was lookign forward to, as his midn had wandered along the path of twins being born, a raging blue was not a situation that had popped into his mind. But now the scene seemed to freeze his brain power. The Blue, the Brown, the Living Dead Wherlet. It was a lot to take in but Derrin somehow processed it, and though his breathed sucked in and his eyes stayed glued to the Blue like others in the crowded room, Derrin was already going back through his list of Hatching knowledge he had formed. The first thought was that the Blue had smashed the egg and killed the forming baby inside but then even in Derrin's mind, logic won over. This was a hatching. The babies were formed. But though he could not see the Wherlet that was cradled in it's mother's protection, he could see the inchor.
Okay. Eggs hatched. Whers blooded. Mother encouraged the whers to make impressions... what else? What happeneds when there were wherlets like The Reaper Blue? Did they go wild? It was a possibility. Even Derrin knew that but Derrin also knew that he wanted to do something. Do some crazy stunt and stop whatever it was that was unfolding before him. Stop the Blue. Help the Wherlet. Support the Brown. Something needed to be done, even the Queen was upset. But surely it was not that bad, the Queen hadn't attacked the Blue. Or maybe she was just waiting? Waiiting for what. Oh faranth why was Derrin in these situations, where he believed he needed to make a move to protect someone or something. Maybe he created these situations for himself?
Unable to just stand there but unwilling to go against his instinct that said let the Whers deal with it amongst themselves, Derrin took a couple of nervous, jittery steps forward. should he go to the raging Blue? Or the hurt Wherlet? The Queen seemed to be protecting the hurt one but if he tried to help the Blue he would probably get hurt himself. By the first Egg. He heard one of the girls say that she was a Senior Wher healer, which relieved him at the same time as make him even more nervous.
Blue it was. Oh Faranth.
Derrin shifted forward, though he did not truly take another step forward, seeing as he was already close enough to the Whers. If the Brown was over in front of the Eggs and the Clutchmother was curled around the hurt body and Derrin had somehow managed to shift himself around until he was standing out from the crowd of Candidates near the Hatching. He might as well get it over with and dod what Derrin did. Ramble. "That's... that's not very nice there, that is suppose to be your clutchmate and look you hurt it. And your mother is so nice and you are not being nice. I am sure she wouldn't appreciate that very much at all. I don't even appreciate it and I am standing over here. Why are you being mean anyways, you could have killed your clutchmate. And that's assuming that you didn't and it's alive. Really, what were you thinking, tearing into the egg like that? BESIDES being rude, it was unnecessary and now you aren't bonded because you are too busy being angry. Don't be so angry."
Though his voice had grown louder with each word he spoken, Derrin all but squeaked in alarm. Ooops. He had definitely not meant to get in the way of an angry Blue at Hatching. And he had DEFINITELY no meant to lecture a confused, hungry, angry, already hurt it's clutchmate, Blue at Hatching. Oh bother. Why did Derrin do things like this to himself?
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Post by ladybug on Sept 1, 2008 13:11:44 GMT -5
When Neirin offered, Ril took a cup of klah. He felt too nervous to eat much, but he knew the klah would help him wake up so he wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the Hatching. He noticed the gold's gaze on the candidates and squirmed a little, conscious of her scrutiny. He jumped slightly when she hissed at another candidate, wondering what Derrin had done to upset her.
The eggs were rocking vigorously now, and Rilyer set his half-empty cup of klah down, unable to drink anymore. Harvest Moon seemed like it would hatch first, and he could see a patch of brown. But then the Black Feline egg beat the other egg to first hatching, and a green made her way into the world.
Ril realized he had been holding his breath, and he let it out slowly as he admired the hatchling green. It was amazing, one second there had been an egg, and in the next, a wher. As the Harvest Moon egg continued to hatch, the green inspected the candidates and chose a girl.
His eyes flickered to the brown, who was surveying the candidates with unexpected intelligence. RIlyer had expected the wherlings to dash at the candidates without much of a plan, but they seemed careful in their choices.
Then the Reaper Egg revealed a fine specimen of a blue, more graceful than the two before him. This wherling was beautiful, but there was also something frightening about his calculated movements. He frowned as the brown moved in front of his brother, and then a harsh gasp escaped him as the blue smashed into another egg, and certainly not by accident.
"Oh my..." He shuddered at the sight of the ichor, and he put a hand up to his head as his vision swam. He fought the dizziness, not wanting to faint in the middle of the Hatching. Neisk was shielding the Living Dead wherling from view, but Ril was sure it was injured. He looked back and forth from the spot where the Living Dead egg had stood to the blue, wondering what would happen.
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Post by irbre on Sept 1, 2008 22:03:20 GMT -5
The Reaper Blue snarled again, his slender body tensing, under-developed muscles stretching against his hide as he gathered strength. He was no fool enough to attack a Queen, and the much larger wher made for quite the imposing target, her antique-gold form half-crouched, half-curled around the injured wherlet, eyes flaring with sunspots of red and orange. The Harvest Moon Brown tensed at the same moment, tail lashing sharply from side to side, jaws cracked open, stubby wings slowly beating the air. Neither wher twitched as Meira cried out, burning eyes fixed intently on each other, though Neisk reacted slightly. They didn't appear to pay any attention to the loud-mouthed boy, either, curling claws digging through straw as they continued to stare at each other.
The Reaper Blue began to move, suddenly, his body uncoiling sinuously in a pounce, his brown brother reacting too slowly to the sudden movement, despite his apparent readiness. Already another was moving, though, and with sudden speed and agility Neisk leapt forward, abandoning her charge to prevent more injury in her Hatching, a loud shriek echoing from her jaws as she knocked the blue wherlet aside in midair, the creature tumbling away with a defiant scream, tumbling to the ground and regaining his footing almost immediately. Even as the Reaper Blue turned to face his attacker, Neisk was before him, a bristling Queen, snapping jaws punctuating her apparent orders. The blue was no fool, though, and began to retreat, eying her balefully, tail flicking slowly back and forth.
As it turned out, Neisk had not completely abandoned the injured wherlet. Neirin had been moving slowly, inching her way closer while the whers were distracted, finally moving when her gold had leapt away, towards the pitiful creature curled in the straw. The tiny thing was blue, his dusty, pale hide scored with gashes and scratches, one wing bent awkwardly under him. Half-closed eyes flicked blearily back and forth, the color a fading gray, still lined with yellow alarm. Neirin glanced up sharply, eyes flicking quickly to the girl who had spoken out. "Hurry up, then, if you can help him!" she snapped, bending protectively over the wherlet, her gaze flicking to Meira a second later. "And you too. I need help, so hurry." She looked back down sharply, tentatively stroking the Living Dead Blue, the hatchling struggling listlessly beneath her fingers.
Sensing an end to the conflict, the Harvest Moon Brown began to move forward, giving his mother a wide birth as he made his way towards the Candidates. He already knew who he was going to choose, of course, and moved steadily towards one Candidate in particular. The Reaper Blue was not to be outdone, though, and with a final hiss at the remaining eggs, his blue brother, and the Queen, he darted away, nimble and graceful, lurching towards the only one who had actually dared to speak to him. With a flash of fangs, the blue latched his teeth onto Derrin's ankles, sucking greedily at the blood, making himself Derrisk.
Still eying his brother, a bit of jealousy working his way into his eyes, the Harvest Moon Brown twisted towards one of the quieter Candidates, a questioning trill rising from his throat. He moved towards Jermayan with silent confidence, seating himself just before the boy, staring placidly up at him while his blue clutchbrother appeared to gore his new bonded, waiting silently for the other to accept Jermaysk as his. Noting this, Neisk began to move back towards her hatching Clutch, remaining slightly hunched, as if waiting for something more to happen.
More did indeed seem to happen as one of the eggs began to rock slowly, tipping patiently from side to side. Dark cracks began to appear on the sides of the Skeletal Egg, beginning in the most spontaneous of places, as though the wherlet within was indecisive as to what it was doing. There was another moment of pause, though, and then one of the cracks widened, branching open as the hatchling within sought to free itself. With a resounding crack, the shell split open to spill a clumsy, vividly green wherlet onto the bed of straw and furs, the female squeaking in loud surprise at her sudden entrance into the world. She slowly righted herself, glancing around with large, wide eyes as she took in the still-chaotic scene around her.
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Post by wingrider on Sept 1, 2008 22:41:24 GMT -5
Hennai ran to help Neirin. She tore strips from her robe and turned to the woman that was apparently the bonded to the gold wher. "I need warm water and numbweed."
She knelt down and gently eased to the small blue wher. She checked his wounds. She took one strip of cloth and used it to gently wipe the sticky icor from around the wound and then quickly went about doing the same to the other wounds. When the warm water was brought and the numbweed, she quickly dipped another cloth into the warm water and finished clensing the wounds. She applied generous amounts of numbweed to each injury. With the remaining strips of cloth, she gently wrapped them around the wounds she could.
She spoke a loud, "Whom ever bonds with this little darling need to make sure to have him sean by a Journeyman Dragonhealer! Have him checked for infection and festering. At this moment, I don't see any. But its good for him to be checked none the less." After finishing applying the cloth she slowly stood up and waited.
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Post by weaving on Sept 1, 2008 23:02:24 GMT -5
The Black Feline Green finally tired of being admired, for she soon made her way toward the girls, choosing one in particular that he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting. As she bonded, the hatchling within Harvest Moon Egg finally chose to enter into the world, revealing himself as the Harvest Moon Brown. Jermayan smiled as she brown shakily scrambled to his legs, pausing for a moment as though to gather his wits.
And then it seemed that all hell broke loose. Or, at least the hatchling within the Reaper Egg. The blue that emerged was, for lack of a better word, vicious. What beauty he held was marred by the venomous snarled that he gave to the candidates standing nearest him. His movements matched those of a predator as he stalked toward the Living Dead Egg. Jermayan inhaled sharply as the Harvest Moon Brown stood between the wherlet and his prey and he prayed to Faranth that neither would end up hurt.
His prayers were answered, but in such a way that they may as well have not been at all. With sudden force, the Reaper Blue’s tail smashed against the shell of the Living Dead Egg. The wail that rose from the egg sent chills down his spine.
The hatchling within was clearly hurt. He had just opened his mouth to offer his services, but two others beat him to it. He stepped back, allowing them to do their job, but ready to join in if it seemed that further help would be necessary.
His attentions turned back toward the hatching, he continued to hold his breath, watching the brown and blue as they faced each other, looking as though a fight was imminent. It seemed though that Neisk would not allow for anymore violence at her hatching, for she knocked the Reaper Blue down in mid-leap, effectively ending the quarrel.
The Harvest Moon Brown seemed to sense this as well, for he turned from his blue brother back to the candidates, moving toward them. The Reaper Blue joined him, seeming to view this as yet another battle, but of a different sort. The blue quickly latched onto the ankles of one boy and Jermayan winced to think of the pain that the poor candidate, now wher-handler, must be experiencing.
And then he realized that he really didn’t care, for the Harvest Moon Brown was sitting at his feet, waiting for him to acknowledge his Jermaysk. A faint smile curled his lips upward as he gripped the knife firmly, holding his hand out to the wher, palm out, as he deliberately sliced into the skin, allowing the blood to flow for the brown to suckle on.
The smile widened as the bond strengthened, though it turned into a grimace as the hunger pangs hit him.
“Well then, lets get you something to eat, hmm?” He murmured, not even looking as the Skeletal Egg hatched. Jermaysk crooned in agreement, standing and padding after his bonded as they moved toward the bowl of meat cubes.
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Post by Avu on Sept 2, 2008 15:01:26 GMT -5
Meira knew she was trembling and forgot to care, although she was glad that she’d put her knife away, or else she’d have probably sliced her throat open by now. As Neirin called towards the other girl, she opened her mouth shakily to say she could help, too, but before she could, she was called, too. Without hesitating—how different from a person could a wher be?—Meira half-ran to the wher’s side, sinking down and touching the wing bent under him. It was at an awkward angle—it was twisted, if not broken…
“Oh, darling,” she sighed to the Living Dead Blue, sorrowfully. Then she glanced at the other girl, the dragonhealer. She already had it mostly under control…the numbweed would sting at first, just a bit—especially in wounds such as these. As she stood without checking the wing, Meira hesitated from stroking the wher, trying to soothe it as well as she could, and then reached towards it, murmuring soft nonsensical words of comfort. “Shh, little one…” Carefully, one hand still stroking the Living Dead Blue’s neck, she shifted his weight from the straw to her lap in order to lift the wing from under him.
She wanted to help, but Meira also definitely didn’t want to hurt the blue worse. She glanced up at the other girl, who had addressed the crowd. “Could you check his wing, please? Is it broken?” she asked nervously, still protectively stroking the blue. She couldn’t help it—even if he wasn’t her Bonded, she still felt the instinctive motherly protect towards the hurt creature—same as to all of them. “It’s all right,” she added comfortingly to the blue. Whers were intelligent, after all—even if he couldn’t understand her words, at least he should understand the tone, which was similar to a comforting croon. “I know it hurts…don’t move, please. Trust us.”
Finally, still cushioning the Living Dead Blue’s body and trying her best not to disturb the wounds, Meira glanced up to see how the Hatching had proceeded so far. The loud-boy had Bonded to that Reaper Blue. Oh…Meira wasn’t sure if she should feel good or bad for him, and offered him a small smile, although it was rather wistful. How could she properly congratulate someone for Bonding to a violent creature as Derrisk clearly was? The brown’s new Handler received a much warmer smile of congratulations, too.
And then, Meira watching as she rocked the blue absently, the Skeletal Egg hatched. Another green! She looked rather scared, but at least she had avoided the most terrible moment. A soft wistfulness entered Meira. The green probably wouldn’t approach her, seeing as she already was comforting another wherlet—and if she was already scared…she sighed despite herself, and then bent her head over the Living Dead Blue again anxiously. There would be more greens…what mattered now was making sure this one was all right.
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Post by Ember on Sept 2, 2008 15:18:30 GMT -5
No matter what happened around them the three tense whers remained focused solely on each other, each of them waiting for another to make a move. Ceryl wished that the wherlets would move to Bond with someone and let the Living Dead wherlet be looked after. They just broke shell and yet insisted on fighting before Bonding? It was kind of silly. Then again, whers didn't go between if they didn't Impress. They just went feral which could explain why they wouldn't immediately search out their lifemate. With her hands clasped together before her Ceryl prayed that they'd stop being a bunch of dimglows.
No such luck though. The Reaper Blue pounced in a fluid motion, aiming himself for his brown clutchmate. "No!" She blurted thoughtlessly, but there was no reason to be alarmed. Neisk, the queen, launched herself at her young wherlet, easily changing his plans. No one argued with a queen. The blue was smarter than to pick a fight with his mother. Ceryl felt a smug satisfaction as the blue slinked away. Way to go Neisk! They weren't quite out of trouble yet despite the blue's surrender. The Living Dead wherlet was revealed to by a pretty badly injured blue.
Ceryl felt a pang of sadness for the wherlet as Neirin looked over him, demanding for two of the other candidates to assist her. One actually seemed to know what she was doing. To come into the world in such a way...It just wasn't right. The three women seemed to have it under control so Ceryl turned her attention back to the Reaper Blue and Harvest Moon Brown. She winced in sympathy with Derrin, the vicious blue drinking his blood from his ankles. She couldn't manage a smile for the boy though. Poor guy was stuck Bonded to that thing the rest of his life. While she was glad it hadn't come to her, she didn't wish it on anyone else. She couldn't blame him but she couldn't make herself like the blue.
The brown, on the other hand, was rather likable. She felt the same rejection as earlier and hoped the wherhandler was as sensible as his beast. She offered a small smile for the new pair but quickly turned her attention back on the injured Living Dead Blue. The blue would be alright. She couldn't bear the thought of it dying at it's own Hatching, especially after receiving the care it had. Sure it wasn't professionally looked after but it would have to do...
She started as she heard the sound of another egg breaking. Ceryl looked to see the Skeletal Green get up, looking a little confused and scared. Ceryl wondered what the green was thinking, how it must look from her side of things. She shifted uncomfortably again, the real nervousness and fear of being left standing getting to her. She bit her lip worriedly. How could she survive more than one experience Standing?
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Post by flupine on Sept 2, 2008 17:54:56 GMT -5
Derrin leapt backwards as the The Reaper Blue moved, he was not going to be in the way if something horrible went down. No, Derrin was not going to be in the way and already scrambling backwards, his wide eyes took in the scene as it unfolded.
Dear Faranth. Was every Hatching like this?
Breathing heavily, his eyes seemed to big to properly fit inside his face as he watched the Gold Clutchmother leap forward to block the Blue. Surely the Blue Wherlet would not attack it's mother? Not possible. Derrin could not seem to take his eyes off the Angry Blue and the Clutchmother. But the Blue was backing away though he looked hardly submissive. With the Blue backing Down, Derrin found his eyes being drawn toward the hurt Wherlet, girls were moving over there, caring for the creature and with the Blue backing down, Derrin felt distinctly out of place with nothing to do. He had for the most part, forgotten about the unhatched eggs and everything had calmed down for the moment. It was...almost depressing, poor Derrin had nothing to with himself. But as things tended to happen around Derrin, it was over before even Derrin could hope for.
There was a hush in the surrounding area that Derrin did not notice at first but the hush that descended seemed to wrap around him and draw his eyes back to the Reaper Blue and Harvest Moon Brown, they both looked on the prowl, looking through the Candidates. But it was the Hravest Brown that caught his eye. He could see it walking straight towards... him? Derrin was already off balance physically as well as mentally, and it was only a small trip backward to send him sprawling back. "Oooohf!" Landing back on his elbows, Derrin began to scramble back further before holding still? Was he trying to run away from the Wher? No! This was what he had been waiting on, wasn't it?
Quivering with excitement, Derrin's eyes were bright and wide as he stared hungrily at the Brown wherlet. This was it! This was the moment that he had been looking forward too! But suddenly a smaller Blue body inserted itself into the picture, before he knew exactly was was happening, his ankle was being bitten by the The Reaper Blue Wherlet. This was far from anything he had expected and staring down at the Blue Wherlet, Derrin figured it wasn't that bad. He was a beautiful creature absolutely beautiful. Buthis beautiful blue hide was starting to grow fuzzy. In fact, it seemed Derrin's whole thought process was slowing down. The wherlet was drinking in entirely too much of Derrin's blood and the boy was on the verge of fainting.
That hurts. It's starting to really hurt.
Really bad.... I think... that a lot of blood. Must you take so much? Can't you....stop now?
Reaching out a hand to touch Derrisk's hide in a movement that would hopefully soothe the tiny wherlet but the tightly drawn lines of his hide only pulled tighter, his muzzle drawing back far enough to let out a growl. Instantly jerking his hand back, Derrin's eyes clouded with tears, if he was suppose to be bonded to the breature, why wasn't it letting him touch it? Derrisk? Derrin's eyes looked up around the room, frightened. What was he suppose to do now? Seeking help from his Bonded, Derrin's eyes sought out the others, especially zeroing in on the sad smiles the others offered him. How had this happened? The Brown was heading straight for him and then...
Gulping down the knot in his throat, Derrin attempted to draw back his leg, away from Derrisk. Whimpering against the pain, Derrin bit down hard on his lip, two trails of silent tears gliding down his face, causing even more lines in the dirt caked on him. Trying once again to stop Derrisk, Derrin reached out a hand to stroke him, letting his hand drift lazily over him. And soothing somewhat, Derrisk began to slow his drinking, unlatching for a moment to make a purr like noise before turning back to Derrin's ankle though his slurping of Derrin's blood was much slower and calmer now. And Derrin could only hope he would stop soon.
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Post by wingrider on Sept 2, 2008 19:17:07 GMT -5
Trillian stifled a yawn as she watched the eggs. She had been watching that Reaper blue. Well, until he’d bonded with the younger lad that had spoken out. She still hoped that a wher would pick her, but her chances were slowly dwindling. She had thought that hatchings happened rather quickly. But the excitement was over now. So she thought the eggs would hatch a little faster? Guess not. She held a hopeful smile when she saw the Skeletal egg hatch a darling green wherlet. She was so adorable. Trillian had to keep herself from running right up to the little green just to touch her.
Hennai moved back to where she had been standing and turned back in time to see the Skeletal egg hatch. “Such a beautiful little green,” she whispered. She adored the little green’s vividly green. Her eyes taking in every movement of the little wherlet. A soft smile touching her lips. She couldn’t take her amber eyes off the green.
Trillian moved a bit closer to the front of the small group of remaining Candidates. She wanted to get a better look at the remaining wher eggs. She had seen hatchings before, yes, but nothing like this! Nothing as heart-stopping as this! It frightened her and excited her. To bond with a wher, she had heard was almost, almost like that of a dragon. There were differences of course. Sizes, and how they communicate. She envied anyone with a fire lizard, wher, or dragon.
Hennai couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her. She quickly hid it behind her hand. She was tired but this was something she had hoped for! Bonding to a wherling! She hoped that one would find her worthy of bonding, but this wasn’t up to her though. The wherlet was the one making the choice. She had been happy to help the little blue. She hoped, secretly, that he would be okay. She had done the best she could, and sometimes that was all that could be asked for. She had not wanted anything terrible to happen at this hatching, but so much for wishful thinking!
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Post by irbre on Sept 3, 2008 15:50:18 GMT -5
Neirin watched anxiously as Hennai bound and treated the small wherlet's wounds, Neisk hovering nearby, her gaze flicking between the Living Dead Blue and the remaining eggs. The blue hardly moved at all, merely resorting himself to staring blankly ahead as his wounds were dressed, crooning softly from moment to moment, pain whining through his soft voice. There was nothing to be done about his wing, apparently, and he wiggled a bit in Meira's grasp, pressing his body closer to hers, voice rising in a pitiful cry. Neirin moved closer, frowning.
"You should get him to a more experienced Healer, and quickly," she murmured softly in Meira's ear, eyes fixed on the awkwardly bent wing with concern. The Living Dead Blue let out a soft trill of urgency, pressing himself ever closer to Meira, making it quite obvious that he would not part with her. In fact, he had become her Meisk, cradled within her comforting embrace, waiting eagerly for her to end the pain and to fix his injuries. His eyes flashed with a spectrum of color as he looked back up at her, then faded slightly, the color becoming pale and gray-tinged.
The Skeletal Green glanced around, eyes flashing brightly. She did not like being left out, oh no, she most certainly did not. With an indignant chirp, she moved forward to run down the furs, instead slipping, tumbling the rest of the short, and thankfully soft way. She scrambled to her feet, practically vibrating with energy as she glanced around. It took her only a moment of pause before she launched herself at the nearest Candidate, practically bowling Hennai over from the force of her leap. Her Hensk had found her, after all, and she was quite hungry.
For a moment, nothing happened, the eggs lying still and unmoving. That silence lasted only for a second, though, as the Pumpkin Egg began to totter, the sphere rolling in place. With a yelp of alarm, Neisk leapt forward, but too slowly. The round egg was already rolling away, its path taking it on a direct collision course with the Jack-O-Lantern Egg. The two met with explosive force, shell bursting outward and hurling their respective contents backward. Two blurs of bronze and brown tumbled away from each other, together rolling to a slow stop.
Neither appeared hurt, merely dazed, as they lay on their backs, stubby paws sticking up into the air, gazing blankly at the ceiling. It was the Jack-O-Lantern Bronze who moved first, twisting his body to the side and pushing himself somewhat dizzily to his feet, wobbling in place for a moment before finding his footing. The Pumpkin Brown merely rolled over onto his belly and lay there, yawning a bit, before settling his muzzle on his feet and closing his eyes. Neisk chittered at them, urging them forward, but only the bronze moved, turning his head slowly to survey the Candidates, wings fluttering against his back, looking for that person who would be just right.
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Post by ladybug on Sept 3, 2008 16:20:25 GMT -5
Rilyer flinched as the Reaper blue moved, taking an involuntary step back. He wasn't sure he would be fast enough to move away if the blue charged at him. The wherlet seemed to be moving with a purpose, and Ril swallowed dryly, hoping the blue wasn't after him.
He let out a rather unmanly squeal as Neisk shot out, knocking over the blue and saving them all. The aggressive hatchling finally seemed to give in, and Rilyer considered it safe enough to look away and back at the injured hatchling. Now he could see the other blue was alive, but badly injured. He was glad to see someone had bonded to it. With a Healer, the wherlet would be able to live, he hoped.
Then, the Reaper blue got up again, running at the candidates. "Eep..." Rilyer moved back, almost touching the wall, and shuddered as the blue latched onto Derrin, the candidate who had spoken. Ril remembered having a little run-in with him in the dining hall one day. Maybe the two fiery creatures would do well together, he thought wryly. Whatever, he was just glad to have the dangerous blue taken care of and out of the way.
Clearing his throat, he moved back to join the other candidates. The brown Impressed to the boy he had met by the river one night, and then a pretty little green hatched. Rilyer watched her, half-expecting her to be crazy, too, but she seemed rather friendly. The green Impressed quickly to one of the girls, and then the Pumpkin egg began to rock, rolling away from the clutch and crashing into another egg. The pair exploded, and then there was bronze and brown instead of eggshells.
Rilyer let out a short laugh at the sight of the two wriggling around on their backs, then tried to make it seem as if he was merely clearing his throat. He didn't want to offend them, especially if they decided to retaliate. He watched the bronze curiously as the wherlet moved towards the candidates, wondering who he would choose.
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