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Post by Vasille on Nov 2, 2010 13:51:56 GMT
L'rak was a bit taken back when a white dragon walked up to him. His manner was very much curious at first before finally he spoke to him as if to confirm his fears...or was it hopes?
I do hope that the silence is temporary because I would love something to eat. Oh, and by the way you are mine now.
Blinking a few times he rubbed the back of his head and nodded, "Yes, of course...that would be why you approached me. Come now I feed you well and...perhaps a nap afterwards?"
"First food and the rest will come with time." He then nosed his new found companion to see how he would react to it.
L'ark smiled a bit and rubbed his nose before leading the way out of the sands and cavern wondering what adventures now would happen since he had a dragon so much like him it wasn't even funny. Perhaps his studies would go smoother with a companion. Who knows all he knew was that Ioth was hungry and wasn't going to let that go till he fed him.
"We, will have many years together Ioth this much I know my friend." With that he patted the dragon before leaving the cavern to go find out how to feed his new friend and perhaps himself if his companion would sleep like normal youngsters would after eating.
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Post by Spiffy on Nov 2, 2010 18:50:37 GMT
It seemed by now that any eggs that were going to hatch had either done so or had shown sure signs for a while now. The remaining such eggs, the Ravaged egg and the Granite egg, looked to be very close indeed. The Granite egg, however, finally seemed to be close enough. A bulge appeared in the side of the egg after a few seconds of furious trembling, after which the whole egg went still. The hatchling inside seemed to realise this, and concentrated on the weak spot, pushing at the bulge until both back legs popped out of the membrane within. This done, it took a little more wriggling and pushing for the dragonet to break off larger patches of shell and finally slide out of the egg. That done, the new dragonet sat itself down in the sand, looking around calmly at the cavern, scattered eggs and shell fragments, and finally at the people gathered at one side of the sands. He was a chunky little fellow, grey brown in colour. Shaking himself, he stood and began to plod over to the waiting candidates. The Ravaged egg then took the opportunity to jerk suddenly, tipping itself over a small rise of sand and, with a squeak of alarm, tumble down the sands toward the candidates, right across the path of the brown. The dragonet stopped, watching the egg as it rolled past him with a mild curiosity, before stepping forward and resuming his way toward the candidates. As the egg smashed through the small group of candidates, the brown stepped up to one of the boys off at the edge, out of harms way. Soleth is glad he has found you now, Mine. I would like to be fed now, if that is possible.The impact of the Ravaged egg with the legs of an unfortunate candidate seemed to provide the final force needed to crack the shell, sending the suddenly evicted dragonet tumbling onto the feet of another. Mine! Your Ciruth is dizzy. Get your legs out of my way so that I can get up, will you? the green said, voice bordering on indignant. Scrambling to her feet, flailing wildly, she staggered and immediately fell down again. Oooerrr...----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Colour: Brown (6f6255/8f6255) Name: Soleth Appearance: Dull, greyish brown, interspersed with patches or a more reddish brown. This reddish hue is most visible around the back of his head and neck, on his chest, tail and all four legs, and on the underside or both wing membranes, the tops being almost completely grey. He's solid for a brown, well muscled and big boned, though he's not especially large where height is concerned, being small and stocky by brown standards. He's fairly chunky and solid, seeming steadfast. His eyes always seem to have a slightly mournful expression Personality: As his build may suggest, Soleth is a steadfast young dragon. He's a quiet soul and his sad seeming eyes can often be seen gazing around absorbing everything. On first meeting Soleth you may think him to be either completely oblivious to everything, or simply stupid. In fact, though not perhaps the brightest of buttons, Soleth is simply unphased by anything; he would fly fall and view it as if nothing more than a walk across the Weyrbowl. He takes everything in his stride, rolling with the blow and always getting back up without complaint. No matter what life (or Thread) throws at him he'll take it. He's an anchor for someone to run to, never ever fazed and continuously calm and quiet. Metaphorical feathers ever unruffled, he views everything with the same cool consideration. Do not discount his views because of this however, for though he will often not share his views unprompted, he is apt to making wise but obvious insights that others would have simply missed out of excitement or stress, though he will always speak them through his rider. When he does speak it's generally to comfort and reassure. He'll put himself in harm's way before allowing another to be hurt. Any order is taken and carried out. To some, Soleth may seem detached from what he does, but he is merely a soldier trooping on. Impressed to: NPC (adoptable) Colour: Green (005f36) Name: Cirruth Appearance: At first glance you would call Cirruth a small green, and compact at that too. She's not what you would call stocky, but there's a fair bit of her to a small space. She has a deep chest and a good coverage of muscle, and looks like a fine thing. And then we come to her wings. For having the body of a small green, Cirruth has the wingspan of an average sized blue making her look very out of proportion with herself, despite the fact that her conformation otherwise is very good. Her large wings don't hinder her at all though and she adores the sky, especially to just glide through the higher altitudes. Her wings also aid her when she wishes to look imposing. If someone calls her small to her face she'll rear back onto her hind legs and flare out her massive wings to bear down on them - and when she's ruffled she can look really quite scary. Personality: Cirruth may be relatively small, but by Faranth she makes up for it when it comes to personality. She's not scared of you. No matter if you're bigger than Ramoth of legend, she's not scared. And she's feisty, and stroppy. Cirruth plays by her own rules, and these don't always agree with the proper rule book. And if you make a fuss about it you get shouted down and practically beaten into submission until you do agree. Don't underestimate Cirruth would be the best bit of advice you can be given. Cause you'll regret it later. Especially if you call her small. Impressed to: NPC (adoptable)
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Post by Jester on Nov 2, 2010 21:57:53 GMT
Draco began to shake as he watched the last of the shaking eggs hatch and the dragons inside find theirs. One by one they left the sands with the candidates they had chosen. They all walked past Luna on their way to feed their bonded. Luna had to watch as every dragon walked by her. Her eyes stayed on the eggs that showed no sign of moving. He could see her eyes slowly become clouded as she realized no more eggs were going to hatch. Draco shook harder as he watched. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it. Dark red eyes turned on the still eggs as his rage built. How dare they! How dare they leave His on the sands! That evil girl even got a dragon. His deserved a dragon more than all of them!
Draco let out another screech that echoed off the sands, this one even louder than the last. The dark blue fire lizard could feel all eyes turn to him, even the eyes of His. He spread his wings wide and launched himself off the ledge and at the still eggs. Luna let out a gasp along with many of the other people watching as Draco crashed into one of the eggs. Draco snarled as he clawed at the eggs shell. If His’ dragon wasn’t coming out he was going to bring it out. The dark blue fire lizard continued to attack the egg as he left deep scratches in it shell. When it didn’t open he moved on to another egg and then another. He continued this as he went to every egg that hadn’t hatched. He didn’t care what the injured gold would do to him. He only cared that His was hurt and needed her dragon. He rammed into each egg, hurting himself as he tried to get one of the hatchlings to come out. Didn’t they know His was waiting? Didn’t they know they were making His sad?
Draco was becoming bruised and battered as he continued on. Green ichor soon began to appear among the navy and white of his hide. He didn’t care. He just wanted His to smile and be happy. Luna watched in horror as Draco threw himself at the eggs, injuring himself as he did so. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she began to shake. Her throat tightened as she watched green spread across his hide. “…stop….” Her voice was barely a whisper as she took a tentative step forward. Draco continued his onslaught on the eggs, his wings beginning to show the damage from his actions. Luna took another step forward and forced her throat to open up more. “stop.” Draco couldn’t hear her, he couldn’t hear anything. All he knew was that he had to keep trying.
He had to find His’ dragon. He threw himself at another egg, trying to open it with his ichor covered claws. Something inside Luna snapped. She broke into a run and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Stop!” Tears poured down her face as Draco seemed to snap out of it. He turned his head to His, color draining from his hide and eyes. A mournful keen sprang from his throat that reached every person and dragon. Luna collapsed on her knees in front of the egg Draco had last been trying to open. Tears clouded her vision as she looked at her Firelizard. His hide and eyes were pale with mourning and he was covered with his own ichor. She carefully picked up the injured firelizard and held him to her chest.
Sobs racked her body as she cried over the pain he had brought upon himself for her. “Please stop Draco. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t care if get a dragon. I only need you. So please don’t hurt yourself anymore.” Draco turned his pale eyes on His and gave a weak croon. He would stop, for her. He will never leave her side for as long as he lived. Draco made a promise with himself that he would not let another dragon make His sad. Him and His only needed each other. He moved his injured pale body closer to his as he continued to keen for the pain they both felt. Green ichor dripped down his hide and onto the sands, marking the end of a hatching that had not ended well for all.
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Post by Spiffy on Nov 3, 2010 17:07:38 GMT
Ariseth had been watching the hatching and subsequent Impression of her offspring closely, barely moving as her eyes snapped from egg to twitching egg to flailing hatchling to candidate. Whenever any one of them took a step forward was the only point at which she moved, muscles tensing visibly, ready for action if any one of them should dare to approach her clutch and hurt them. But none stepped over the line, drawn invisibly in the sand between the candidates and the eggs. That is, until the end. All the egg that were going to hatch had by now hatched, she could tell that. All but one of the 14 dragonets had found their lifemates. When he finally did so then she could relax. Her eyes settled on the bronze then, waiting for him to finish cleaning the sand off his hide. She sighed slightly. Bronzes, the really were strange ones...The Dull Copper bronze eventually finished cleaning his hide to a standard that was acceptable, standing with head held high. He took a step forward, paused, then continued on toward the candidates. Though his stride looked confident, it was all too obvious that he was mincing over the sticky sand, doing his best not to get any more on himself. Without eyeing the candidates too much he swept his mind over theirs, selecting an acceptable one, and stepped toward him. I must get off this sand now, Mine, before it ruins my hide any more. And then we must see about getting the best of the food, for your Mundilfarith deserves nothing less than the best.She looked up in alarm as a scream came from the side of the cavern, eyes focussing on the dark blue firelizard as he leapt into the air. She growled in warning as he swung toward the clutch, turning to a roar of anger when Draco tackled the first egg. She made a move, but it sent a lance of pain up her leg and she slumped back down to the sand, her rider starting in surprise at the movement, murmuring consolidation to her dragon when she realised what was happening. Ariseth eyed Draco from her new position. She didn't like him being there, but he was doing neither harm nor good to her eggs - they were all dead anyway. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Colour: Bronze (4b4005/c8ab0c/292408) Name: Mundilfarith Appearance: Mundilfarith is most definitely one of the smaller bronzes. In fact, if it weren't for his glittering metallic hide he could quite easily be mistaken for a large brown. He has the classical muscular build for a bronze, but isn't overly bulky and much to his great distaste, when combined with his small size he doesn't look very intimidating, some may bravely dare to say 'soft'. By a bronzes standards if course. But truth be told he does rather. He has a well shaped head, slightly finer and narrower giving it more of a pointed look. The rest of him follows suit. His neck is graceful and sinewy instead of thick and muscular. His shoulders are well muscled but defined and pointed. His chest and legs are neat, not think and like a barrel and stumps. His hindquarters ripple with muscle too but are sculpted and lead on to a slim, quite whippy tail. Overall he is in perfect proportions, just not ones he would ideally want, especially not when he's so SMALL! His hide is a thing of beauty too (Unfortunately perhaps?) It is a rich dark shade and the underside of his belly and up his flanks look like they have been powdered with a darker, near black shade. Across his brow is a light coloured bronze glimmer, the same shade trails across his wing sails in a seemingly gilt finish. Of course, he stands exceptionally proud continuously, just subtly showing off. Personality: The first thing you can note about Mundilfarith is his feeling of own self-worth. The best way to describe it is arrogant, egotistical. He is by far the best, even better than his golden sister Rheath, though for his own safety he never mentions that he is what he feels, vastly superior to her. Nor does he dare mention it in front of his other sister Skadith - for fear of his own (stunning) hide. He's most distinctly vain as well, which is rather to be expected. His vanity borders on that of some queens and he requires plenty of cleaning in order to keep him immaculate, even though he does his utmost to keep himself clean and out of any distasteful muck. He looks down upon the other colours somewhat, especially the browns that are nearly his size. If he had weight he'd throw it about. As it is he doesn't. So he simply throws about careless scathing comments instead. But Mundilfarith is also exceptionally defensive and easily offended. He can dish out the insults but he cannot take them himself and gets very snappy when you try to degrade him. He is the best dragon in this Weyr... no, in all of Pern and you dare insult him?! It is an insult beyond all belief. Impressed to: NPC
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