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Hatching - Wings of Vengeance #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

The poor Feathered Fury egg sat all by its lonesome in comparison to the other eggs. When the sires had wrangled their eggs, the Featured Fury egg hadn’t been overlooked, but with their lack of sight, it had ended up as far from the rest of the eggs as possible. There was little warning before the egg gave a great rock and then the dragon inside seemed to burst out of it with a shrill baby shriek that echoed through the Caverns.


((I am free!)) said one of the more ugly- colored greens to ever come from an egg.


In a shadowed corner of the Clutch, the Winged Vengeance egg rocked unobtrusively until it shattered. Only those with good eyes would have seen the egg Hatch, since the glow light didn’t reach to those shadows. 


Something moved across the shadowy sands until it reached the light. Then it sat up, blinked, and looked around. Even in the light it was hard to see the dragon attached to the gleaming eyes. 


{{Shards, it’s bright here,}} said the hatchling. A flicker of glows reached her hide, showing a tint of green. She studied the sands, seeing the white-robed Candidates, more eggs, and the two bronze dragons acting as guards.


{{I have arrived,}} she said, then saw the other Hatchling. {{Who are you? You seem friendly enough. I’m Erinyeth.}}


((Aelloth,)) the green off by her own said. She stepped out of her shell and gave another squawk as she shook herself off. The step forward took her directly into a halo of light from the back of the Caverns. More light didn’t improve her looks any. ((What are we supposed to be doing here anyway? I was all comfortable in there.))


{{I think we’re supposed to find something.}} Erinyeth rustled her own wings, which were as dark as the rest of her. This knocked her off balance and she sat.


{{Wrongdoers. We’re supposed to find wrongdoers, and drag them into the shadows, where they shall stay forever.}} She nodded to herself, though that didn’t sound quite right either. 


Erinyeth arose and began to search the sands, coming closer to Aelloth. {{Do you know what a wrongdoer is, though? I’m not sure.}}


Aelloth considered for a moment.((Yes, wrongdoers,)) she agreed. Whatever they were, she liked the word. She looked around. A large bug was bravely skittering across the Sands. She pointed with a claw, ((That looks like one!)) And then she pounced after it.


{{Perfect! Wrongdoers must be destroyed!}} A relative of the bug skittered the other way and Erinyeth slapped her paw on it. Baby dragons may be small next to adult dragons, but they’re still larger than bugs, no matter how brave they are. She lifted her paw and the bug lay squished and flattened on the sand. But bug goo was also on her.


{{Yuck. Wrongdoers are messy,}} she said, wrinkling her little dragon nose. She scraped her paw on the sands, cleaning it. 


Aelloth missed and screeched in frustration. She made another jump and managed this time to bring her claw down on the bug in a cage reminiscent of the cage around that Candidate that their sire had captured a few sevendays before.


((Look!)) Her ‘happy’ screech wasn’t much different than her ‘frustrated screech’. By now it was a wonder no one had gone deaf. ((I caught him! I caught him!))


{{Wonderful!}} Erinyeth said, running over to her sister. {{You’re so smart, making a cage like that. All I got was wrongdoer slime on my paw.}} She held it out in front of her, but by now it had been cleaned off. She realized that now they had a conundrum.


{{What should we do with it?}} she asked.


((What? Oh?)) Aelloth lowered her head so that she could look through her caged paw with one eye. The big skittered back and forth between the “bars”. ((I...uh...we need to....)) She looked around and spotted the mound and hole that had been built by Fogryth and Cheironth. ((I think we put it in that hole over there and then cover it up so it can’t get out.))


Erinyeth studied the bug as carefully as Aelloth had.  {{Yes. That’s a good idea. Wrongdoers should be put in a prison.}}  But now came the problem of getting the bug over to the hole. 


{{We need to carry it over there. Maybe you put your other paw underneath to hold it in place? Or can you carry it with one hand?}} She’d totally messed up her own wrongdoer, so now she had to live the punishment vicariously.


Aelloth tried grabbing the bug in her paw, but it wiggled away between her claws. ((No you don’t!)) She hurried to trap it again and this time tried to hold it between both paws only she found she had a problem when she tried to walk. She tried walking with her two forepaws linked together as she put them down, but it was too awkward.

((What if I put it in my mouth?)) She pushed her paw against her mouth and put the bug inside only to reflexively swallow. ((Ooops, that was tickly. I think we need another wrongdoer now.))


{{Well, you got it into a hole, just the wrong one,}} Erinyeth said pragmatically.  {{Good save.}}  She glanced around and saw something move by some of the already-hatched eggshells.  {{There!}} She ran over, unfurling her wings. For a moment she was the Winged Vengeance as she jumped and pounced on something, wings making a light snapping sound. 

{{Look! A big wrongdoer! And there may be more,}} she cried, elated, holding up a hissing, wriggling, very angry tunnelsnake. It lunged at her and she dropped it. 


Ooo, that looked fun! Aelloth tried opening her wings as she ran. There was something that seemed familiar about it and she enjoyed the wind rushing by as she ran as fast as her baby body would allow. She slammed to a stop, nearly going end over end as the tunnelsnake lunged and collapsed onto the sand with a pained squeal.

((Bad wrongdoer! Bad! Bad!)) she screeched at it while it turned to try to wiggle away.


This tunnelsnake was larger than the ones Euryath and Basilith had found. Maybe it was the mother, maybe just an older snake. But it wasn’t liking being flung around by dragons. It reared up and hissed again at both Aelloth and Erinyeth, then tried to run towards the shadows.


Unfortunately for the snake, Erinyeth could see just fine in the shadows and pounced on it again. This time, through luck or basic instinct, she caught it right behind the head so it couldn’t bite her, and lifted it up. Now the tail lashed at her.


{{A little help here?}}


((Uh, what do you want me to do with it?)) Aelloth asked doubtfully. She kept a good few feet between her and the angry animal. ((Back in the hole? Maybe?))


The tunnelsnake’s tail was beating at Erinyeth hard, and she was in jeopardy of losing hold. {{Yeah, grab its tail. Stupid wrongdoer hurts when it hits.}} But before Aelloth could get close enough to help the tunnelsnake hit the dark green dragon hard enough for her to drop it. It may have been angry enough to bite her, but self preservation had it scampering away over the sands. She watched it run off sadly.


{{Keep running, little wrongdoer. Someday I’ll catch you,}} she said. {{Now to find more wrongdoers.  How about over there?}} She pointed at where the candidates stood. 


((Good riddance,)) Aelloth screeched triumphantly after the retreating snake.


She turned to look at the indicated Candidates. ((I don’t know if there are wrongdoers there or not, but we do need more help. Maybe someone around can help us. Let’s go look.))


{{Sounds good to me.}} Erinyeth walked over to the Candidates, wondering why they were all in white. They should probably wear something darker--white would show up too well in the shadows. 


She went towards one and asked, {{Can you help me find a wrongdoer?}} but they didn’t answer. Shrugging, she walked up to another, then another.


{{Some of these don’t seem to be that bright,}} she grumbled to Aelloth.


((Maybe they’re wrongdoers,)) Aelloth suggested. She walked up to the nearest Candidate and reared up to sniff at him. Normally the faint points of scratching where her claws connected underneath the thin fabric might not have been that scary, but after that kid was mauled at the beginning, the boy screamed and fell back. Aelloth screeched and pulled back in return.


((I found one! I found a wrongdoer! ~~Miacca~~! Help me capture this wrong doer!)) She stood there half over the poor victim Canddiate’s legs and wagged her body happily.


{{Lucky,}} Erinyeth said, still searching. Something in the back of the crowd pulled  to her and she went rushing through the Candidates, wings spread again. Most of the Candidates stepped back, cautious, but one wasn’t paying attention.


{{Aeolloth! I found another helper! ~~Berlan~~ will you help us catch wrongdoers?}} she said. {{It’s so much fun!}}




Dragonet - Erinyeth: Erinyeth is a dark, forest green and in places even darker. She is easily missed in the night, for she blends in with the shadows. But when the sun shines down on her you will see the green in her hide.


She has no room in her life for liars, cheaters, or those who would kill, well, anything. Her rider had best walk the straight and narrow, because otherwise she will chastise them until they have made things right.


This is one dragon that can easily come close to killing a human if she catches them on the wrong side of the law. She will put the fear of Dragondom into them, however.


Dragonet - Aelloth: Aelloth is, to be honest, not a good-looking dragon. She starts off olive green, then there are brushstrokes, similar to the egg, of mustard yellow and dry-dirt brown. Her head is a little too narrow, her wings a little too thin.


But she can fly! Boy can she fly. She will be one of the fastest, quickest, most nimble dragons in the air, and that is where you will see her true beauty. She will be great, placed at the rear for cleanup because she will be able to sear almost every clump her wingmates miss.


It is a labor of love to learn to like Aelloth. She's abrasive in her speech, and really doesn't like too many people. But once she does like someone, she is their friend for life.





Hatching- Leading Into the Light #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

The Endless Sky Egg was near Truenoth’s tail. It started to rock hard from the moment of first movement, rocking back and forth until it crashed into the bronze’s tail and smashed open. The bronze fell onto the sands and then stood up, shaking his head. 

((That hurt,)) he complained.

((Welcome,)) said Truenoth to the newly-hatched bronze. He could not see him, but he could feel him. He held his tail still against the urge to wiggle it. ((Are you quite all right?)) he asked.

Cheironth pulled himself up and thought about it. ((I will be fine,)) he said. He shook himself out, a small sound of his baby wings flopping against his body.

((I am Truenoth, one of your sires. What shall I call you, little one?)) the great bronze asked.

As he did, the Clawed Nightmare Egg gave a startling crack. Then with wings spread, a surprisingly regal blue with a feathery pattern on his hide cast apart the two halves of the egg and stood majestically in their place as the shell crumbled into pieces beside him.

((Is there anything I might do to help you?)) he asked the bronze.

The bronze puffed himself up proudly. ((I am Cheironth.))

The sound of the egg cracking made him jump and he spun around to see the arrival of his blue brother. His brother that was younger and clearly knew less of the world than he, Cheironth, did.

((I want you to accompany me on a trip. But tell me, what can I teach you about this new place?))

The blue tilted his head curiously. ((What, indeed. What is this place?)) he asked. He had no reason to doubt that this brother of his, who was there first, might know – if he offered to tell.

Cheironth hesitated. That was a good question. ((This is the place of the Big Talker,)) he said finally as he pointed with a claw at Truenoth. The bronze was so big that it was hard to see to the top of him from Cheironth’s height. ((He called himself our ‘sire’.))

The blue bowed to the larger bronze.

((It is an honor to meet you, then, sire,)) he said. ((I am Fogryth, and this is my brother, Cheironth.))

((Indeed,)) said Truenoth. ((We have met. The honor, however, is all mine. Welcome, Fogryth. I am Truenoth. The… Big Talker, if it please you.)) He rumbled a chuckle, amused at the appellation.

Cheironth craned his head to see as much of Truenoth as he could. ((What can you teach me so that I can teach others?)) he asked. ((I want to know about this world.))

((There is much to learn and little time today,)) said Truenoth. ((But I will say this that you depart to choose your lifemate – nurture and cultivate your urge to lead and serve your brothers and sisters well.))

((This I will do, I swear,)) said Fogryth, eagerly. He puffed up his chest and gazed up at Truenoth. A dragon after his own heart, it seemed. What a lifemate was, Fogryth could not yet say, but if it was so important… he supposed he would learn soon.

((You have a lot to learn before you can lead,)) Cheironth said, a bit miffed that Fogryth would claim that he would also follow Truenoth’s words. He didn’t know any more than his brother, but he was determined to find out. ((Come on. I have to learn more so I can teach you.))

Fogryth's eyes whirled deep blue and he bowed his head to Cheironth, amused.

((Very well. Let's see what you can learn,)) he said. Truenoth had asked him not only to lead but to serve. And perhaps this brother of his needed to teach. If Fogryth could support that need, then he would. After all, was this not what a good leader did? Truenoth seemed to think so!

Cheironth hmphed, then set off away from Truenoth. Clearly whatever he was supposed to learn wasn’t there. He had no idea where he was going, just that he was going...somewhere. There were other eggs, both opened and hatched, along the way. Eggshells littered the Sands like pieces of discarded paintings.

He looked around, uncertain what his plan was. Finally he looked down. If the Big Talker wasn’t the right answer, then maybe something under the sand would get him his answer.

((Dig with me,)) he said.

((Very well,)) said Fogryth. ((What are we digging for?)) he asked as he first looked back for approval from Truenoth and then began to dig with his brother.

((What we’re looking for,)) the bronze Hatchling said vaguely. He went on, sounding very confident, ((We will find what we’re looking for if we only dig for you. Knowledge should come with effort and then be shared with others.))

That sounded more or less truthy, Fogryth supposed. Effort was commendable. And if it would help him serve and lead, well…

If it were entirely useless, Truenoth would have stopped them.

((Then we will certainly learn something.))

((The goal in life is to learn and teach,)) Cheironth said as he shoved big clumps of sand out of the way to try to create a hole. Then clarified because there was something else nagging at him that he knew he had to do, he just didn’t know what. ((It’s one of the goals in life. My...something...will tell me what my other goals in life are.))

((Our sire spoke of a lifemate. Something so important that we could not stay to learn. Perhaps that is what we will find,)) said Fogryth. ((Beneath the sand may seem a peculiar place to find them, but it is no more or less peculiar than any other to find such an important thing.))

((We will find this ‘lifemate’ if we only try.)) Cheironth dug more vigorously. He had to find this thing that the Big Talker had mentioned. If he tried hard enough, he could find it.

The deeper they went, it seemed, the less they could see. There was precious little beneath the sand. Hm. But there was now a pile beside the hole. A mound. Fogryth wondered. Perhaps that was truly what they had been digging for.

((I think you may have found something,)) he said. Cheironth would want to be the one to think he discovered it.

The trick worked. Cheironth came up and he looked around. ((Of course I did...but I think you should find it, too. Tell me what you found.))

((We have unearthed a mound,)) said Fogryth. He gestured to the hill beside their hole. ((What might we be able to see from such a vantage point?))

((I will go up and I will teach you,)) Cheironth said. 

He walked up to their mound and tried climbing it. He slipped as the sand moved under his feet but eventually got up on top. From there he could see more of the Hatching Caverns. He looked back at Truenoth and then around to look at Talith. He didn’t think that the other thing that looked like Truenoth but was a different color was what they were looking for. Nor were the eggs what they were looking for.

He turned around the other direction and the people in the Stands and white things he’d vaguely noticed before came into view. These were new. Something over there must be what he was looking for.

He climbed back down, slipping the last little bit but catching himself at the bottom. He turned towards the Stands and the Candidates and pointed. ((Whatever we’re looking for is over there.))

((I knew you would find it,)) said Fogryth, feeling very clever for having led Cheironth right to it. He suspected Truenoth had taught him more than Cheironth realized. ((Shall we go to where it is?))

((Let’s go.)) Cheironth wanted to be there first. He took off at a run. He was part way there when he felt a pull. Somewhere was the one who would teach him everything and help him teach the others. ((Asheran, let me tell you what I know!))

Fogryth looked back for a moment at the other eggs, at the two very large dragons. But then he decided that if the Discovery was good for Cheironth and if Truenoth said it was important, then it was something he should pursue for himself. It would be the beginning.

((Samyke, we have much to do. The others will be counting on us.))

And from there the two dragons headed toward the ones that would help them learn about life.

Egg - The Endless Sky Egg: Somehow Foreth has managed to catch the night sky as she created a sky on this bold looking egg. The egg came out mostly dark purple with white spots of various sizes. At the bottom there are pink waves as if seeing the Northern Lights Here and there are lighter vertical areas that almost make look like there are clouds moving around the egg itself.


From afar, the egg looks like the night sky in a place where there's no light to interfere. As you get closer, the feeling doesn't change. Like the real night sky, the spots that look like stars are uncountable, some large, almost too small to be seen. What mysteries hide in those far stars? How far does that night sky go? The egg will keep its endless mysteries, but hopefully the dragon inside will be more open with his or her secrets..

Dragonet - Cheironth: Cheironth will be a sleek, but muscular bronze. He will be a weird looking bronze with everything from his wings back will be red-bronze, except for darker tail and feet, and in a very abrupt line in front of that he will be a lot lighter bronze.


Cheironth, patient for a bronze, is a natural leader and teacher. Even as a Weyrling he will be protective of those smaller than him and he will be fiercely protective of those in his class, particularly the golds. Anyone wanting to hurt those he cares about will have to go through him first, as far as he's concerned.


With a continuing desire to care for young dragons, he will likely push his rider towards being an AWLM later on in life. If his rider resists, that insistence will become louder and louder and more insistent with each passing day. He will also do what he can to try to get close to the Weyrlings to try to protect and teach them even if he gets chased away.


Cheironth is a civilized dragon and will strongly frown if his rider parties too much or seeks too many partners. He sees excesses as a problem that should be stopped, which will help if and when he cons his rider into being an AWLM.


Cheironth will have an odd attachment to runners and will refuse to eat them, which could cause problems early on when he doesn't get to choose what he gets to eat. He will like them so much he may urge his rider to get one as a pet, although he may not quite understand that runners don't belong in weyrs or on their ledges, but rather in stables.


Dragonet - Fogryth: If you couldn't see his color, you'd think that Fogryth was a bronze, or at least a brown. He hatches out with the presence and confidence of a higher color. He's big, but not the biggest of the blues in the clutch. Instead he's regal, each movement deliberate as he holds his head high.


Fogryth's head and neck are as pale of blue as you get, ending in a feathering looking effect and turning into a medium blue that traces the rest of his body. He's well muscled, but his a thin tail, which keeps him from turning so easily in the air. He'll be one of the stronger, but not as agile blues.


Fogryth is above all a loyal dragon. He cares deeply for his clutchmates and wingmates and wants only the best for them. Among his clutch Basilith is his closest friend and he alone is able to help calm him easily. He yearns to find a green mate and once he finds her, he'll chase others as his hormones dictate, but it's her that he'll spend all his time with and she alone she'll count his mate. He'll also urge his lifemate to find one mate and keep them as well.


Fogryth is fascinated with the concept of healing and dragonhealing. He'll want his lifemate to learn about it and if his lifemate has the background of either craft, he'll be all the happier.




Re: Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 3:36 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the explosion, there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed  in the Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and eggs (the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked the sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.


The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds, rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching. As the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add to the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal could be seen still. 


Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an ACM and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated, Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who she considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the gold eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy dark.


Miacca almost flew into her Hatching Robes, not even taking off all her normal outfit until she'd gotten the Hatching Robes on.  She had enough experience over the last 4 Turns to know how to do that without damaging the clothing, but the Hatching took the forefront of her attention.  The eggs were hatching, another chance to Impress and take her place to eventually help out the Wings.  So there was no chance for her to feel proud about her skill at changing into the robes.

Even the rain couldn't cut through the silent chant going through her head.  There certainly wasn't any reason to say that the Hatchlings are coming, everyone around her, everyone around the Weyr knew it.  She certainly didn't get any call from Foreth either, she'd never gotten the chance to see the eggs in person before Namieh went out onto the Sands without permission.  Like the male Candidates and the other females that Foreth didn't approve, she made her way to the Lower Caverns.
 

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Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Jessica Freise
 

Trifali took her place beside the other girls, giving a respectful bow and greeting to Foreth. Her lower lip was unconsciously caught between her teeth, her heat pounding in her chest. Now was the moment of choice, the time of choosing. Impressed or not, her life would not be the same because she'd been privileged to see this hatching. Breath coming fast, she waited with the others.

On Sep 5, 2020, at 2:45 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz approached the ueen, feeling a deep determination in her soul. She gave a respectful bow to the queen while a painful comiseration tinged the back of her mind. Foreth was so brave to see these little ones of hers hatching, especially after she'd just lost so many. Eight. Eight dragons who wouldn't see the light of day. For now, Rennitz focused her gaze on the two most important ones, the golds who had been isolated by their mother for their safety. They would hatch up here alone and find their mates. In a way, it was sort of poetic.

Deep down and with everything that she had, Rennitz prayed deeply to the hatchlings that one might choose her.
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Re: Hatching - Midnight Hunger #HatchingForeth2020 Attn Cuylar #HatchingForeth2020

Laura Walker
 

Watching and not moving was maybe the most difficult thing Cremsden could ever do. Healers got trained for this, Healers practiced this, Healers reminded each other of this before every sharding Hatching. A Healer in the wrong place risked a dragon. More, a Healer in the wrong place risked being torn limb from limb himself. And Cremsden was certainly old enough to know better, had nearly made that mistake once with Elphith.

Shells, though, he could see  the boy bleeding out. Seconds felt like hours, Cremsden bit down on his lower lip until his mouth tasted of blood unable to look away. 

You go now, you risk the dragon and yourself. You know this.

He knew it, but Faranth, just watching.. With a curse his legs started to move despite himself, pressing forward, desperate to intervene.



On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 9:00 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

In the dark shadows of the dimly lit Hatching Cavern, the shapes of Talith and Truenoth cast ominous shadows across the walls as they hunkered over the eggs that they had laid claim to. The oppressive heat of the day had done little to subside in the darkness of night and clung to the walls like a thick blanket. Even in the light of the glows it was possible to see the scorch marks still on the walls and the fallen rocks did little to soothe the mind that there weren’t things lurking out there that might not be altogether friendly. 


Tucked to one side amidst the rest of its clutching siblings nestled beside Talith, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed so dark it was almost black in the dim light, it’s red sheen seeming to reflect and bounce light ominously. Perhaps it was just  because people were half-asleep but there seemed to be less noise than usual. And everyone knew just how good the acoustics were in the Caverns, they were practically the stuff of legend. As the Candidates and spectators watched with bated breath to see who would hatch next, a voice as soft and whispery as the wind seemed to resonate around the stone walls.


(( Ssssooooo…. huuuuungrrrrrrryyyyyy…))


It was definitely female, of that there was no doubt and all of a sudden, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed to twitch a little, giving the entire impression that it was bristling with sudden anticipation.


Standing blearily in the group of robe-clad Candidates, Ysolde tried to drag her thoughts to the forefront and pay attention to what she was doing. She wasn’t sitting dozily in a hot classroom, she was on the Sands! And eggs were hatching! Eggs, she hadn’t been allowed to see at all let alone go anywhere near them. Already the heat of the sand was prickling through the thin soles of her sandals and she shifted from foot to foot, grumbling in tired annoyance. She felt as though every sense was on high alert and her stomach had already flip-flopped in nauseating terror as a couple of Hatchlings wandered towards the Candidates, only to heave in sudden relief as they bypassed her and went elsewhere. The brown hadn’t remotely been a threat because, well, brown. She had even made sure not to pay them too much attention, not wanting to give the Hatchlings any idea that she was there for them. Ysolde had no idea how any of this was going to work. What if her gold was up in the Upper Caverns with Foreth? Would it be a case of waiting to see who was the last standing? Would she Impress at all? The uncertainty bristled her and she jostled impatiently, nudging someone at her side. 


“Be careful, will you!” she hissed, even as part of her brain knew it was entirely her own fault for fidgeting.


Sorho had been watching the hatching intently. He’d been at enough of these that the allure wasn’t as great any more, and other than impressing the bronze he knew he was destined for, the majority of dragonets that hatched and impressed held no interest in him, except maybe that brown… which hadn’t even looked this way.  His eyes were focused on the dragons--whether they interested him or not, they were always baby dragons at the end of the day!  That was probably why he hadn’t been paying attention to who he was standing next to until he heard her voice.


He turned at her horrified, “Ugh, what are you doing here?  I thought you were banned!”


Sorho was about to add more when a noise from the crowd drew his attention--excitement, which was common, but this was LOUD excitement.  Turning his head, he took advantage of his height to look over the candidate's heads just in time to see the first cracks begin to appear on the Bronze Eye Egg.


Most were sure this egg wouldn’t hatch, as a long stone had pierced the shell, like a stubby dart.  For fears of causing further damage removing it, the Dragonhealers had packed it with soft clay, and placed their bets.  The odds were completely against the egg, which now shook with life, eliciting the attention of the onlookers.  What would come from the damaged egg?  It would soon be revealed.


It shook aggressively twice and suddenly the stone fell into the egg.


{{ What’s this?  Who dares trespass in my abode?! }} a deep, masculine voice would be heard throughout the sands.  The egg shook again, and the stone rolled within.  {{ Speak!  What is your name?  I am Cycleth!  And you are?.... I see, you must be Nobody! }}


Turning in annoyance, Ysolde’s disgruntled countenance took on another degree of exasperation at the sight of Sorho. Sorho, the Candidate who still seemed to strike a nerve just by being in her vicinity. 


“I wasn’t banned!” she hissed angrily. “I just wasn’t allowed to see the eggs!” Stepping to the side a little, Ysolde resisted the urge to jab an elbow spitefully into the boy’s ribs. Shells, was it just her or was it unbearably hot in here? She could already feel the perspiration sliding down her back and her hair clung heavily to the back of her neck. Barely awake, hot and next to this… this…insufferable boy! Fidgeting from foot to foot, she turned her temper onto her thumb, chewing it nervously. She shouldn’t be down here, she should be… wherever Foreth had secreted the gold eggs to! She knew that the gold had taken them into the upper cavern but the waiting was killing her. Every second was another second where it was too much chance that she would be claimed by another dragon instead.


As the Candidates jostled, the Sheen of Blood egg continued to tremble and shake. Thin cracks began to appear on the surface, spiraling over the shell. From within, a soft and whimpering cry began to be heard, sounding ominously like a woman weeping. In the dark shadows, it did little to put anyone at ease. (( I’m ssooooo huuuungryyy… I need to be freeee… Free to… to hunt! ))


The voice wasn’t the only one that was hungry.  In his broken egg, the Hatchling within soon realized that he was famished.  Whomever this invader was… it didn’t matter!  What mattered was filling his belly!  The Bronze Eye Egg shook violently again, this time falling over onto its side and rolling just a bit until it was stopped by the unhatched egg next to it.


From the hole a snout appeared and huffed, annoyed that he didn't fit completely through… and what was this stuff plastered around the outside of the hole.  Pushing into it, he sniffed at it, but this part of the shell was particularly brittle and began to crack and crumble away.  Inside the egg the Dragonet repositioned himself and pushed his hole head against the cracks until one end of the egg nearly exploded, revealing the creature within.


He stood proudly on all fours, pleased at his escape.  He was a striking Hatchling, for sure, his bronze hide easily visible.  He immediately opened his wings stretching them out, striking a pose, even though he was so young.  Darker streaks zig-zag across his hide like lightning bolts in a storm--there was no denying that he was utterly beautiful to behold.  He could be perfect, even if not for one detail… his right eye was completely white.  The stone had pierced the shell of the developing dragonet and the damage had caused the bronze’s right eye to go blind.  As a result, he twisted his neck a little, turning his head so he would be able to see from his one good eye.


“Right,” Sorho said to Ysolde with a snort.  “And who’s fault was that?”  Any other comments--or even answers on her part--were lost to Sorho who’s eyes befell the bronze.  He didn’t care if the dragonet only had one eye!  He was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.


Pieces of shell had begun to fall in tiny shards like the most detailed of jigsaw pieces. The pieces gathered around the bottom as more and more holes began to appear, looking like bloody droplets staining the Sands. (( Freedom! )) Came the voice from within, soft and female, but as breathy as an intimate whisper as a whirling eye peered through the gap and the glimpse of an emerald green muzzle came into view. (( You there, handsome one, you will come help me won’t you? Help free me from this prison that we might feast together? )) 


The green’s voice, for it was most certainly a green, was beguiling and the whirling eye was fixed firmly on her bronze brother. A whuffling, hissing noise came from the slowly disintegrating shell, as though she were twisting and turning about inside it, trying to escape its confines.


“Oh, he’s stunning!” The praise escaped Ysolde without meaning, her eyes wide at the bronze. The intention had been to deliver a scathing retort but it had faltered in her throat at the sight of the Hatchling. Even in the dim glows that had been hastily scattered about the front of the Caverns, his hide seemed to glimmer and shine. Unconsciously, she stepped forward a little, as though to get a better look at him.   


The bronze dragonet craned his head until his one good eye was able to focus on the disintegrating egg in question.  He could see his green sister being born, but her proposal didn’t interest him in the slightest--why should he have to help her?  He’d managed just fine on his own.  He was about to respond when he detected movement out of the corner of his eye.  Reacting instinctually, he turned his head and snapped, catching a flit that had flown in without Foreth to eat and too close the bronze.  He immediately bit down, snapping the creature's neck.  Green ichor oozed down the bronze’s muzzle. But… ew.  The flavor!  It was terrible.  That being said, he decided to save it for later, in case he didn’t find something better.  He looked around for a place to keep his prize but was rather disappointed with the lack of proper defenses.  With annoyed snort the Hatchling returned to his egg, which was mostly intact except for the part he’d burst out of.  He entered the shell and deposited the dead flit and reemerged.  No, this wasn’t enough.  He needed something to block the entrance. 


Not too far away the bronze spied a pile of large rock… those would be perfect!  He pranced over, sniffing at them, trying to decide which was the best one, momentarily becoming distracted and leaving his “home” unguarded.


Despite her attempts and the seductively sweet tone her voice had taken, it didn’t seem to have the effect that the green desired. A huffing snort of annoyance was heard about the egg as the shell fell away, the large hole exposing a small, delicately formed dragonet in a striking shade of emerald green. As languidly as a feline, Dardueth slid from the shattered shell, stretching lazily as she shook the globs of egg slime that clung to her. Everything about her screamed femininity as she looked about her, her finely pointed head streaked with dark stripes that accentuated the curve of her skull. 


The sight of another green was enough to make Ysolde freeze, hastily backing up against Sorho and leaping away as though scalded. Focus! So what if she wanted to watch the bronze, if she let her guard down, she was walking into a trap. She knew it. And that was how she ended up walking away with a green and not a gold. That wasn’t the plan. Not no way, not no how. Shaking her head furiously as though trying to shake sense back into herself, the Candidate edged away slightly, her eyes now fixed on the green as the ball of nerves in her belly renewed its frantic thrashing.


Dardueth had no interest in the peculiar cluster of white things. Her eyes had been captured by the firelizard, a small blue thing that swooped in and had reared back on her haunches just as her brother snatched it out of the air. Her shriek was furious. (( Give it to me! I shall feast on its bones! )) Slipping on the broken pieces of shell, she lunged forward, as sinuously as a tunnelsnake, slinking after her brother as she undulated from side to side. In the shadowy caverns, she could see that he was doing something near what was left of his shell but couldn’t quite determine it. All she knew was the scent of… whatever it was, that filled the air. And it was delicious.


“Oh look, that one is perfect for you,” Sorho said, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders, leaving it easy for her to escape but definitely pushing her a tad bit forward, in a playful way more than actively malicious.  “And I’ll impress the bronze--who knows, I may just catch you some day.”


The bronze found a stone he liked and was in the process of trying to push it over.  He applied pressure with his head, but when it didn’t budge he tried pulling it with his claws.  He dislodged it enough to make it roll--towards him!  Opening his wings again, he leapt back in surprise and let out an audible hiss. 


{{ Don’t fight back!  I’m using you, }} he informed the large rock, unaware of how dangerously close his sister was to stealing his food.


At Sorho’s touch, Ysolde had squeaked in surprise. “Don’t say that!” she hissed, but the anxious anger was replaced with hot embarrassment as colour surged up her cheeks. Her eyes were jumping from the green to Sorho. Shells, that thought hadn’t even touched her mind until he mentioned it. And they all knew what greens were like! A twinge of terror, like an icy finger coiled around her. She didn’t want to end up in bed with Sorho! Most of the time she just… wanted to give him a good slap!


With the scent of ichor hot in her nostrils, they flared as Dardueth sucked the scent in, inhaling deeply. It smelled so good! As she sidled closer, she realised that her brother was trying to hide it from her! Keep it all to himself! And that was no good at all. But for all he was only a hatchling, he was still bigger than she by a considerable measure. The green hopped nimbly to one side as the rock rolled noisily forward and she seemed to consider the situation. She wanted what he had. And he wasn’t going to hand it over willingly. Hmm. The wily green maneuvered behind the bronze, approaching a dark puddle that was still sinking into the sand. A clumsy staffer had inadvertently spilled a large pitcher of wine in the candlemarks before as they cleared the rubble from the Sands. The alcohol had mostly evaporated by now in the heat of the cavern, but the scent was still sickly and rich, more pungent as Dardueth approached it.


(( Oh, what IS that intoxicating aroma? Why… it smells positively delightful! )) Her mind-voice took on a decidedly theatrical note as she slithered towards the dark puddle, glancing over her shoulders back at her brother. (( I was so VERY hungry… but this WONDERFUL smelling thing… I shall feast until I feel hunger no more! )) Dipping her head to the puddle, the green made a show of inhaling deeply, looking for all the world that she was deeply invested in investigating the wonderful thing she had found.


He stopped what he was doing, his sisters beguiling words seducing the young bronze away from his single minded attempt at construction.  Letting go of his large rock, the bronze made his way over to the green and sniffed at whatever it was that she was smelling.  He couldn’t identify it, like so many other things in the world, but it sure did smell… strange.  Interesting even.  Tentatively he opened his mouth and lapped some up.  It wasn’t bad!  And he was starving!  He lapped up a little more, then a little more… completely distracted.


{{ Oh!  This isn’t bad at all!  It’s actually really good!  What is this!?  }}


(( I believe it is clearly some sort of… of… )) The green fumbled for a word in her limited vocabulary, (( It is… nectar! Yes! And it shall sate your.. I mean OUR hunger. You should drink deeply of its sustenance, brother! )) Even as she spoke, she sidled to one side, smacking her lips noisily as though she too had sampled the dark liquid. Of course, she had done nothing of the sort and her beady eyes were already glancing towards the remnants of the bronze’s shell. Cautiously she sniffed the air as though trying to get a new scent of the now very dead firelizard. Whatever had leaked from it had smelled... wonderful! 


The bronze was more than distracted by this newfound… what had she called it?  Nectar?  He didn’t know what that was but it sounded just right.  He lapped more of it up, completely oblivious to his sister’s actions for the moment.


Dardueth was positively delighted! Her scheme was most certainly working and the crafty little green continued to sidle towards the now abandoned remnants of her brother’s shell. Her delicate head twisted this way and that as she tried to recapture the delectable scent she had found on the air and her stomach rumbled with anticipatory hunger. Victory would be hers! Keeping half an eye on her brother, she carefully moved towards the broken shell. Sure enough, the scent was stronger here and on instinct alone, she smacked her lips, revelling in the thought of what she would find.


Hunger got the better of her careful plan, overtaking her need to be stealthy and causing her rush the last few steps, thrusting her nose into the shell pieces with a snorted rumble of glee. She would have it! She would claim her prize! Thoughts of care and delicacy were forgotten about as pieces of shell were noisily cast about and Dardueth scrabbled in the midst, determined to law her paws on the hidden treasure. 


“Hey, watch out!  She’s going to steal it!” Sorho called out to the bronze, eager to make a good impression on the bronze.  The dragonet snapped his head up from the wine and twisted his head, looking around him with his one good eye, pausing a moment at the boy before turning his attention fully to his sister.


{{ Dardueth!  What are you doing?  How DARE you!? }} he charged back to his shell, completely intent on stopping her from completing her mischief.


With the scent of ichor, though rapidly growing cold, filling her nostrils, Dardueth’s plan had now become one of complete and utter intent. The hunger gnawed in her belly and the desire to crunch bones and rend flesh became irresistible. With a crowing bugle of triumph, the green wrapped her jaws around the firelizard’s soft body, intent on pulling it from its hiding place. (( It shall be MINE! )) 


Without thought, Ysolde clutched Sorho’s arm, her eyes riveted on the dispute between the two hatchlings. Would they fight over the food? Hurt each other? The glowing red of their eyes was eerie in the dim light and all she could do was watch. Surely one of the sires would intervene. Something.


{{ No! It’s mine, thief! Nobody steals from me!  }}  the bronze charged right at the remains of the egg, trying to shoulder his way past her.  The egg was never meant for two and soon enough the struggle between the bronze and green was enough to shatter what remained of it.  {{ Look at what you did!  Now it’s buried! }}


The shriek of fury from the green was earsplitting in the acoustics of the Caverns. How dare this pompous brute try to steal her prize. Crashing through the remnants of the shell, crushing pieces underfoot as she went. (( Worry about your shell all you like, foolish brother! I have the REAL prize and you shan’t have it! )) The firelizard corpse in her mouth flopped in a macabre fashion as she danced away, her smaller body more agile than his own and ducked to one side of the bronze. She knew he had a weakness. That blind eye. If she was clever, maybe she could stay in his blind spot…


{{  GIVE it BACK!  }} he demanded, loudly.  He opened his wings, taking an aggressive stance towards her, instincts kicking in.   Lowering his body, as if ready to pounce, the bronze took a step towards her, turning his head so as to be able to look at her with his good eye.  {{ Give it back now or I’ll take it from you!  It’s mine!  }}


Dark and wicked amusement seemed to roll from the green in waves as she lithely danced about her bronze brother. (( Should have been paying more attention then! Finders keepers, losers weepers! And you’ll never be quick enough to catch me! )) Her hissing rumble seemed triumphant and she noisily gnashed her teeth about the firelizard, the crunching of bones uncomfortably audible. 


He tried to follow her with his one good eye, turning his body in a circle but failing to keep up with her speed.  He kept trying, demonstrating his endurance, though his patience soon proved to be lacking.  With a growl, he lunged at her, trying to tackle the green.


“He’s going to get her,” Sorho said, only just noticing Ysolde’s closeness.  He jerked away instinctively.  “You--I--Whatever--whatareyoudoing?  Get off.”


Ysolde ignored Sorho’s grumbling, she was much too distracted by what was happening in front of her. Just because she didn’t want the green, didn’t mean that she wanted to see the hatchlings rip each other to shreds right in front of her. Even as the bronze lunged, a gasped squeal of surprise escaped her, her hand flying to her mouth. “No!” she gasped, her stomach lurching with a ball of panic.


(( Keep away! )) Dardueth shrieked at her brother, throwing herself down to the sand even as he lunged towards her. (( The creature is mine! )) With a guttural hiss of noise, the green flailed and as she did, scooped up a pawful of the hot sand. Instinctively and without thinking she flung it at her brother, or more specifically, right towards his one good eye.


Sand impacted the bronze’s wide open eye and immediately he hissed, temporarily completely blind.  He started to shake his head wildly from side to side, panic starting to set in, {{ What did you do?  I can’t see!  I’m blind! }}


Wailing, he dashed off towards the candidates, running towards the only thing he could, that pull, that mind… he tripped over shells and stones and completely  knocked over one of the candidates, all in order to reach the only one that could help him.  {{ Please!  I’m blind!  I can’t see at all!  And I’m so hungry!  Lerian, save me! Save your Cycleth! }}


As her bronze brother scampered away, Dardueth’s attention was caught by the direction that he moved towards. Why, she had hardly noticed those peculiar things before now. Or rather, she had pointedly ignored them. The broken body of the firelizard was all but forgotten about, discarded in the sand like so much rubbish. With smug satisfaction, she watched her wailing brother run away and… and… what happened then? She wasn’t sure. Clearly something did or why else would he have run to… someone in particular? One of those peculiar white shapes?


Stepping forward, the bright, emerald coloured green flared her wings in sudden apprehension, snorting and chuffing at the group as she inspected them. But she was still so very, very hungry. However, she had a fancy that she had a taste for something particular. Something exquisite. Her shape moved across the sands, gliding forward so effortlessly that she might have been floating. Her head flicked from side to side as she let the hot scents fill her nostrils. She could smell… fear. How delightful! Her eyes whirled faster and faster as she approached the group but at the last second, deviated to one side. Hunkered low, it was a stark reminder that dragons were a predatory animal as she slithered to stop in front of Sorho and Ysolde.


(( You smell… Diviiiiine… )) She hissed, but with her mind-voice projecting to all and sundry, it wasn’t clear to whom exactly she was directing her remark. (( Such a wonderful looking treasure… oh yes… yes… I shall have you for myself! )) Her mind-voice thrummed with intimacy, as though perhaps speaking to a lover. But the edge of hunger ran through it as she stared, her head weaving from side to side.


Sorho felt a shudder go up his spine when he heard the green’s voice in his head.  No, oh, no.  No, no, no, no.  He was supposed to impress bronze, even a half blind one would’ve been better than a green, he’d even take a blue!  He turned towards Ysolde and a rage rose within him.  “You,” he said.  “This is your fault.  She’s yours, not mine.”


Before he knew it his hands were on the girl’s shoulders and he was shoving her towards the green Hatchling.  “Get it the feck away,” Sorho told her. “It’s you she wants!”


Keep moving. That’s it, keep heading towards the… oh no… no, why was she coming this way? Why was she stopping HERE?! As the soft voice filtered into her thoughts, Ysolde felt her limbs turn to ice. No. Surely not. Not her. Not this. Her breathing sharpened through her nose as she willed herself to stay calm. At Sorho’s angry words, her head snapped towards him, her mouth open to issue a scathing remark. But instead she was stumbling forward, arms flailing out just as Dardueth’s muscles tightened to launch her into a pounce.


Time seemed to both slow to a standstill and speed up to a blur. As Dardueth sprang forward, Ysolde got in the way. Or most accurately, her arms did. Flailing arms were suddenly wrapped about by razor-sharp dragonet claws that sliced through flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her brain hadn’t caught up with the white hot pain that rippled over her arms as Ysolde crashed into the sand with a moan, the blood already spilling onto the ground. Dazed, she tried to scramble back to her feet just as Dardueth thrust past her with a snap of angry jaws.


Blood, she could smell… blood. It was hot on the air and enticing. But it wasn’t the blood she wanted. Even as she pushed past Ysolde her gaze fixated on Sorho. He was… exquisite. Handsome. So very handsome. She liked that. Even if she wasn’t sure why. Oh yes, he was marvellous. Her lips curled back into a growl as the hunger wrapped itself around her and Dardueth launched herself at him with a furious, hungry bellow. Claws and snapping teeth were extended, reaching out for soft and pliable flesh. 


Sorho had no time to react.  He could only stare, wide-eyed as the green dragonet landed upon him.  She was heavier than he’d expected her to be and he went down with her on top of him.  Her jaws shut around his left arm as it rose attempting to protect his head but her needle sharp teeth tore into the skin and muscle, the force of her bite easily breaking the bone.  He couldn’t even scream in agony because when they landed her weight completely knocked the wind out of him.  Due to the very nature of the impact the green attempted to stabilize herself on top of Sorho, and unconsciously buried her claws into him--her rear claws in particular caused significant damage to the boy, as they dug deeply into his lower abdomen and ripping through his stomach and intestines. 


Immediately the candidate coughed up blood but he wasn’t dead yet… and he had one free arm, which he swung decidedly at the dragonet’s head.  


Clinging all the tighter as they fell, Dardueth’s claws ripped through Sorho, slicing deeply into his gut. With feverish glee, she hissed in delight as the deluge of blood began to pour and as she released his arm, her jaws bit down again on the upper groove of his neck and collar bone. In full bloodthirsty frenzy her hind legs kicked and scrabbled, ripping new holes in the boy.


(( Yesss! )) she hissed, her whirling eyes half lidded in gory pleasure as she bit down harder. (( The blood… the blood is the life… the most handsome blood… ))


Somehow, Ysolde stumbled to her feet again. Her brain hadn’t connected to the blood pouring down her arms, to the white hot pain that ran up her flesh. It could only process the sight of the candidate being disemboweled in front of her as the arterial spray soared across the air, hitting her robes which were no longer a ceremonial white. It was a macabre fountain of which she was in  a direct path, mingling with the blood on her arms. And all she could do was stare, stare in frozen and mortified horror as she watched Sorho’s gut open up in front of her eyes.


The more she dug in, the worse the tear was; soon enough the tear was large enough and intestines exploded outwards alongside blood which began to stain the hatching sands.  Again Sorho tried to scream but she was stepping on his chest as well.  Sorho struggled through the pain, trying to yank away the arm she held away from her while his right arm continued to attack, aiming his fist at her mouth in an attempt to get her to let go--he hadn’t even had time to realize that he was dying.  Adrenaline was rushing through his body still.  He wanted to curse her, and curse Ysolde and the whole fecking world but in the end he was the only one to blame.  Still he attempted to fight, though each attempt was noticeably weaker than the last as the lack of blood and oxygen started to take their effect.


Ysolde couldn’t move. Some part of her noticed that. Noticed that she couldn’t move even though part of her mind was screaming to do… something. Somewhere she noticed that the blood that covered her was a mixture of Sorho’s and her own. But she couldn’t do anything about it. All she could do was watch in slack-jawed horror.


From the side of the Stands, on hand “just in case”, the Healers watched. Already bags were in hand, a stretcher, anything they could grab. But not one of them could move until the green had released her victim. Not a single one of them would risk startling the green into Between by disturbing her before she had found her Rider. It was sad, but one human life wasn’t necessarily as important as the life of a dragon who would help save thousands from Thread over and over again. All around them, the tension notched up as they prickled with the anticipation of being ready to run, run like the ground beneath them was on fire.


Sorho’s attempts to release himself were futile, Dardueth using her wings to bat the weakening blows away. What seemed like an age seemed to pass until the blows lessened… and lessened… and finally, they stopped. Throwing her head back, the blood soaked green crowed in triumph at her kill. Her roar, though tiny, was still furious until it cut off abruptly as though all of a sudden, something had snapped its fingers and caught her attention. With all the disdain of having trodden in something unpleasant, the green pulled herself free of Sorho’s maimed corpse, heedless and uncaring of the new rips her claws left in their wake. Something, something was… waiting. For her. Yes, she could feel it. It was right here. 


(( There! There you are! My Trifali, you shall share this with me! Share the delight of what I have done, feel the energy that surges within me! Yes, we shall hunt together and it will be WONDROUS! ))


As the green left the bloodied mess behind her, the Healers surged onto the Sands. All the Healing in the world would do nothing for the boy as Sorho was carefully lifted onto the waiting stretcher, his body quickly covered with sheets as they rushed the stretcher away from eyes that had already seen far too much. As for Ysolde, it was immediately apparent that the girl’s mind had frozen in place, her eyes staring at the bloody sands even after Sorho was removed and there was nothing left of him but the bloody reminder of himself. And those wounds to her arms… lacerations down the length of her forearms, some deep enough to almost see the white of bone beneath the coursing blood. A unanimous decision was made. They couldn’t save one, but there was one for whom they could do something. And by shells, it was better than nothing at all.


For two Candidates, the Hatching had already ended. Sorho had stood his last Hatching only he hadn’t walked away with a dragon at his side. And Ysolde, escorted carefully from the Sands by the Healers, she at least, would walk away today. Although it would be without the coveted gold dragon at her side, at least there had been only one sheet covered body carefully taken away.



 

Cycleth : Cycleth was hatched a big, powerful bronze and would have been the asset to any major wing if only the accident hadn't happened before the Hatching that left him with only one working eye. He's striking, both because of the dark bronze body with the zigzag patterns on his body that look like thunder bolts and because of his opaque right eye.

 

The loss of his eye doesn't keep him down. He's strong willed and determined to show his best abilities that he can. Despite his eye, he can manage to fly in the Queen's wing and has a knack for avoiding danger that is full of luck. More than once he'll make a save that could only be described as miraculous and he'll earn a great reputation for it.

 

When hunting, he has a knack for herding the herdbeasts up before striking, which can be annoying to his rider when they're in a hurry but can be very helpful to other dragons also wanting to eat. Less helpful is when he does it just to have fun and gets his rider in trouble for running the herds ragged.

 

Cycleth also has a fascination for building. He never knows exactly what he's building, or how to build it well, but he's sure going to try. Given a chance, he'll spend hours trying to create elaborate little creations with rocks. and his rider will often find him piling up rocks and trying to build random objects that will have to be quickly dismantled before they accidentally fall on someone.

  


Dardueth: From the moment she falls free from her shell, there is something decidedly hypnotic about the way Dardueth moves. Even as a hatchling there will be a sinuous, elegant liquidity in her movements that will be impossible to keep from staring at and a well balanced shape that makes Dardueth a stunningly beautiful green to observe.

 

Even her mind-voice has a sultry and sensual timbre to it and it rolls smoothly into thoughts, compelling the listener to stop and pay attention to her, no matter how important the task they were doing first may be. A bright, emerald shade of green with sweeping dark shadows that seem to accentuate her all the more.

 

Hungry is a word to describe Dardueth. Hungry, hungry and hungry some more. Especially if you're male. More so if you're handsome. Dardueth's Rider will have to work hard to keep her in check and to stop her roving eye and make her pay attention to the things she's meant to be doing. When she puts her mind to it, she's surprisingly cunning for a green, but incredibly easily distracted.

 

A particularly unusual characteristic will be Dardueth's tendency to blood her kills, seeming to prefer sucking them dry and pouncing on the next poor animal before reluctantly, she'll take the meat she needs. Unfortunately, it means she has an exceptionally high prey drive for smaller creatures to exact the same fate upon them and her Rider will be likely on the receiving end of Dardueth having caused the untimely demise of more than one beloved pet.








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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Hatching - Wriggling Gloom #HatchingForeth2020

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Maybe it was residual heat from the blast a couple days ago. Maybe the Hatching Caverns were just that hot. Or maybe it was the Twisted Tangles Egg being itself. But as the dragons hummed, the pattern on the egg seemed to be moving faster than usual. Some of the striations of the egg seemed to be crawling over each other.


No, that wasn’t it. The Twisted Tangles was rocking, and the shadows around it made it seem that the pattern was moving. Soon, though, the rocking became obvious.


((Something’s out there, and I want it, a muffled voice cried. A piece of shell flaked off of the top. I need to get out of here.))


The Green Caged Egg had been damaged in the attack. Just a small crack, but enough to make the dragonhealers worry whether the dragon would Hatch normally. Or Even Hatch at all. But then suddenly there was a paw punching through the surface between the “bars” of the cage pattern where the crack was. The blue paw disappeared only for the claws to curl around the edges and tear them away. Next came a blue head shoving itself through the hole. The dragon struggled and then the egg fell apart, spilling the baby dragon to the Sands that, at least on first look, looked perfectly normal.


((Free at last,)) he said, his mindvoice ending in a bit of a hiss.


The Twisted Tangles Egg continued to rock, but as it rocked more pieces of shell came off, spiraling around the egg. Suddenly the green dragon within was out, and happy to be so.


((Freedom is good,)) she said as she surveyed the dim Caverns. She poked one of the eggs she was next to. ((Much better than being in there.))  Then it dawned on her--there was another one like her nearby. And he sounded like someone she wanted to know.


((You. I like you. I think we need to..oooh, what’s this? )) Her egg had been close to the wall of the Cavern, and a small tunnelsnake had been caught in the rocking. It was trying to slither away and she pounced on it. ((And where do you think you’re going? You’re mine. I want more like you.))


((What are you doing?)) Basilith asked, rushing to join her. ((Oooo, it’s a toy. I want it.)) He tried to bat at it only for another one to appear from under the remnants of her egg.


((It’s mi--oh, there’s more!)) Euryath ran to move the shards of her egg away, to uncover a next of the critters. They seemed to have just Hatched, themselves. She picked one up and stared it in the eye. ((You. Are. Most definitely. Mine,)) she said happily.


((We need to keep these things from getting away,)) she called to her brother.


((I want to keep them,)) Basilith said, gleeful at all the toys. One started trying to wiggle past him and he nudged it with his paw towards the others. The tunnelsnake hissed and he hissed back, baring long fangs reminiscent of that of the tunnelsnake itself. ((Bad toy!))


Euryath was busy chasing after her own wriggling toy. She tried building a wall, but they just walked over it. 


((These toys are fun,)) she crowed, and when one turned and hissed at her, she smacked it. Unfortunately, she hit it a little too hard and it stopped moving.


((Aww. I broke it. Careful, brother, they’re fuh..fruh…)) she sat and thought a moment, trying to figure out what she was trying to say. The word she was looking for seemed to come from across the Sands. ((Fruh-jeell-ee,)) she finally said, but that wasn’t right. Also, her other toys were getting away. She ran over and started to herd them back so they were between herself and Basilith.


((Maybe if we dig a hole for them?)) Basilith suggested. ((You keep them here. I’ll start digging.)) He pushed the two near him in her direction and then got down to business. His tiny paws dug into the hot sand, shoving it away to start creating a hole for their toys.


That was fine by her. She didn’t want to get her paws dirty. Playing with the toys was a much better pastime.


It was exhausting though. There were five of the critters, and they all wanted to run in five different directions, so she had to keep running in a circle to keep them together. It became harder for her, though, because that word had come from somewhere. She looked over at a crowd of weird looking faces. They looked like statues. But not fragile statues.


((Fragile!)) she said. ((The word is fragile!)) “Statue” was another word that came from over there. For a moment she was distracted, then had to scamper to get their toys back together. 


((Are you done yet?)) she asked.


((You can try,)) Basilith said, sitting back with a huff. He’d managed a small, but deep hole that might be big enough to accommodate one or two of the wriggly things, but not all five. Still, two was better than none. ((Just give a push and we can keep them.))


((Okay!)) Euryath said, and shoved the five things into the hole. Along with a pile of sand. Basically, she buried them.


((How’s that?))


Well, that was one way to keep them there. But there was another problem now. One managed to wiggle its way up through the sand, but the rest were hidden under the pile.


((I can’t see them now,)) Basilith said mournfully. 


The one peeking out wiggled free entirely and the blue forgot about the rest. He snatched up the tunnelsnake in his mouth, careful not to chomp down. ((I think I’ll keep this one, but he needs a name.))


Hmm. Euryath contemplated, then dug through the sand. Another wiggled its way up, but its movements were slow and sluggish. ((They don’t seem to be as much fun now. What are those things over there?)) She’d picked up the one that had been unburied and pointed over to the candidates. Unfortunately, her hold on this tunnelsnake was tenuous at best, and it went flying right in the midst of the crowd.


((I need another. What do you want to name yours?))


((I don’t know,)) Basilith admitted. ((I should ask someone...someone else.)) Someone would know, something told him that. He just had to figure out who. He started moving towards the Candidates. 


As he left her, Euryath went back to the hole and saw the other three wiggly things tunnel out of it. She quickly pounced on one, this time holding it in her mouth like her brother.  He had a good idea, needing a name for his, so she decided she wanted to name hers.


She studied the group standing around and locked eyes with someone. ((Alina can you help me name my pet? But I’m hungry, and my skin itches. But I need more pets, and more names.))


With his sister having found her lifemate, Basilith was left alone carrying his own very wiggly pet. He turned to the crowd and suddenly he knew exactly what he needed to do. ((Mine! My Rennitz, this is my pet. Can I keep him? Tell me what to name him.))

And with that, the two Hatchlings found their lifemates, but they were definitely not the last to come.


 

Dragonet - Euryath: This green dragon is as mesmerizing as her egg. Her hide is various shades of green which all seem to twist and writhe into each other. Even when she's standing still she looks like she's moving, and when you look into her eyes you can get lost in that rainbow swirl, even if you aren't her rider.


Euryath loves the boys. She will flirt with them endlessly, win them over, then leave them struck dumb and motionless as she goes on to the next one. Heartbreaker, thy name is Euryath.


She also has an obsession with things that crawl. Tunnelsnakes, to be clear. It will not be unusual to find tunnelsnakes in her weyr. Unfortunately, her rider will have to check inside every day because tunnelsnakes don't stay in one place. Maybe they should get her an aquarium, so her 'pets' will stay in one place. This will not make them popular during Weyrlinghood.

Dragonet - Basilith: Basilith is hatched as a long, sinuous dragon with short stubby legs and wings that gives him more of an impression of a tunnelsnake than a dragon. Despite his smaller wings, he'll be agile in the air and will be an asset to a lower wing. He is an almost uniformly light blue dragon but has darker markings like a crown on his head.He'll also have longer fangs than usual, long enough that the tips can be seen even when he closes his mouth. When he opens his mouth, his fangs glisten and stand out and more than a few people will be afraid that he'll bite them.


Unfortunately Basilith doesn't do much to dissuade this notion as he inherited his mother's temper. Easy to anger, he spends a lot of time glaring and complaining about what's going on about him and snapping his teeth. His food isn't the right size. The heat is too hot and somehow that's his rider's fault. The Weyrling next to him is looking at him funny. That feline is sitting in his favorite sunning spot. He'll have a litany of ridiculous complaints and will make sure that those around him know about it until they just want to run away.


He also likes to hiss and spit when he's irritated, further making him seem like a snake. His rider will have to work hard to keep him calm and channel that temper. His best ally will be Fogryth who will have a talent at keeping him calm.





Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Amy Frazey
 

Almira was shaken awake along with the other candidates,  and gave a yawn before rolling out of her bunk with a surprised yelp. The humming was a big clue about what was going in, and she fumbled in her hurry to get her white robe on.

She followed the other gold hopefuls up to the cavern where Foreth was guarding the two precious gold eggs, and gave the Gold a courteous bow before turning her eyes on the eggs, a look of rapt attention on her face.


Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Kevin M
 

After being sick on M'ayen, Shalia felt immensely better.  It helped that she was given the rest of the afternoon off - nobody wanted a repeat performance! - but even without that, she felt better.

So she was ready and eager when the call rang out late at night to get their robes on, as well as surprised; she'd been ready for bed, but the news gsve her a surge of energy and she quickly stripped to her underwear and threw her Hatching Robe on - her first opportunity she'd had to wear it beyond fittings in five Turns!

Both Nayari and her father checked in with her, but at her assurance that she was feeling better and seeing that she didn't look like she was about to drop at their feet, they cleared her to join the rest of the Candidates.

And then Foreth called to her.  She looked up, squinting in the gloom at the upper cavern where Foreth was readily visible even in the dim lighting, and reluctantly made her way up with the other girls, muttering not-quite-under her breath about sharding meddlesome golds.   But given everything that happened recently, she decided that upsetting the senior queen would be... unwise.

However, after she climbed up there and paid her respects, she planned on staying towards the back, near the way back down, so she could get to her blue easily when he called!  She cast several glances down, teying to get better looks st the eggs, but really couldn't see them well at all.  Shalia sighed; apparently she was destined to only see them in Lerian's eggs and her aunt's painting.

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 15:33 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

As soon as the first Candidates arrived to the Hatching Caverns, Foreth started calling to the girls who had seen the gold eggs and Kassia's family to come up to the Upper Caverns. There she took final say as to if they no longer qualified.

((Come to me,)) she crooned. ((Come see my gold eggs.))

OOC: If your girl saw the eggs previously then let me know if you want your girl to be rejected, otherwise it's presumed that she's up with Foreth.


--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Hatching - Midnight Hunger #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

In the dark shadows of the dimly lit Hatching Cavern, the shapes of Talith and Truenoth cast ominous shadows across the walls as they hunkered over the eggs that they had laid claim to. The oppressive heat of the day had done little to subside in the darkness of night and clung to the walls like a thick blanket. Even in the light of the glows it was possible to see the scorch marks still on the walls and the fallen rocks did little to soothe the mind that there weren’t things lurking out there that might not be altogether friendly. 


Tucked to one side amidst the rest of its clutching siblings nestled beside Talith, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed so dark it was almost black in the dim light, it’s red sheen seeming to reflect and bounce light ominously. Perhaps it was just  because people were half-asleep but there seemed to be less noise than usual. And everyone knew just how good the acoustics were in the Caverns, they were practically the stuff of legend. As the Candidates and spectators watched with bated breath to see who would hatch next, a voice as soft and whispery as the wind seemed to resonate around the stone walls.


(( Ssssooooo…. huuuuungrrrrrrryyyyyy…))


It was definitely female, of that there was no doubt and all of a sudden, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed to twitch a little, giving the entire impression that it was bristling with sudden anticipation.


Standing blearily in the group of robe-clad Candidates, Ysolde tried to drag her thoughts to the forefront and pay attention to what she was doing. She wasn’t sitting dozily in a hot classroom, she was on the Sands! And eggs were hatching! Eggs, she hadn’t been allowed to see at all let alone go anywhere near them. Already the heat of the sand was prickling through the thin soles of her sandals and she shifted from foot to foot, grumbling in tired annoyance. She felt as though every sense was on high alert and her stomach had already flip-flopped in nauseating terror as a couple of Hatchlings wandered towards the Candidates, only to heave in sudden relief as they bypassed her and went elsewhere. The brown hadn’t remotely been a threat because, well, brown. She had even made sure not to pay them too much attention, not wanting to give the Hatchlings any idea that she was there for them. Ysolde had no idea how any of this was going to work. What if her gold was up in the Upper Caverns with Foreth? Would it be a case of waiting to see who was the last standing? Would she Impress at all? The uncertainty bristled her and she jostled impatiently, nudging someone at her side. 


“Be careful, will you!” she hissed, even as part of her brain knew it was entirely her own fault for fidgeting.


Sorho had been watching the hatching intently. He’d been at enough of these that the allure wasn’t as great any more, and other than impressing the bronze he knew he was destined for, the majority of dragonets that hatched and impressed held no interest in him, except maybe that brown… which hadn’t even looked this way.  His eyes were focused on the dragons--whether they interested him or not, they were always baby dragons at the end of the day!  That was probably why he hadn’t been paying attention to who he was standing next to until he heard her voice.


He turned at her horrified, “Ugh, what are you doing here?  I thought you were banned!”


Sorho was about to add more when a noise from the crowd drew his attention--excitement, which was common, but this was LOUD excitement.  Turning his head, he took advantage of his height to look over the candidate's heads just in time to see the first cracks begin to appear on the Bronze Eye Egg.


Most were sure this egg wouldn’t hatch, as a long stone had pierced the shell, like a stubby dart.  For fears of causing further damage removing it, the Dragonhealers had packed it with soft clay, and placed their bets.  The odds were completely against the egg, which now shook with life, eliciting the attention of the onlookers.  What would come from the damaged egg?  It would soon be revealed.


It shook aggressively twice and suddenly the stone fell into the egg.


{{ What’s this?  Who dares trespass in my abode?! }} a deep, masculine voice would be heard throughout the sands.  The egg shook again, and the stone rolled within.  {{ Speak!  What is your name?  I am Cycleth!  And you are?.... I see, you must be Nobody! }}


Turning in annoyance, Ysolde’s disgruntled countenance took on another degree of exasperation at the sight of Sorho. Sorho, the Candidate who still seemed to strike a nerve just by being in her vicinity. 


“I wasn’t banned!” she hissed angrily. “I just wasn’t allowed to see the eggs!” Stepping to the side a little, Ysolde resisted the urge to jab an elbow spitefully into the boy’s ribs. Shells, was it just her or was it unbearably hot in here? She could already feel the perspiration sliding down her back and her hair clung heavily to the back of her neck. Barely awake, hot and next to this… this…insufferable boy! Fidgeting from foot to foot, she turned her temper onto her thumb, chewing it nervously. She shouldn’t be down here, she should be… wherever Foreth had secreted the gold eggs to! She knew that the gold had taken them into the upper cavern but the waiting was killing her. Every second was another second where it was too much chance that she would be claimed by another dragon instead.


As the Candidates jostled, the Sheen of Blood egg continued to tremble and shake. Thin cracks began to appear on the surface, spiraling over the shell. From within, a soft and whimpering cry began to be heard, sounding ominously like a woman weeping. In the dark shadows, it did little to put anyone at ease. (( I’m ssooooo huuuungryyy… I need to be freeee… Free to… to hunt! ))


The voice wasn’t the only one that was hungry.  In his broken egg, the Hatchling within soon realized that he was famished.  Whomever this invader was… it didn’t matter!  What mattered was filling his belly!  The Bronze Eye Egg shook violently again, this time falling over onto its side and rolling just a bit until it was stopped by the unhatched egg next to it.


From the hole a snout appeared and huffed, annoyed that he didn't fit completely through… and what was this stuff plastered around the outside of the hole.  Pushing into it, he sniffed at it, but this part of the shell was particularly brittle and began to crack and crumble away.  Inside the egg the Dragonet repositioned himself and pushed his hole head against the cracks until one end of the egg nearly exploded, revealing the creature within.


He stood proudly on all fours, pleased at his escape.  He was a striking Hatchling, for sure, his bronze hide easily visible.  He immediately opened his wings stretching them out, striking a pose, even though he was so young.  Darker streaks zig-zag across his hide like lightning bolts in a storm--there was no denying that he was utterly beautiful to behold.  He could be perfect, even if not for one detail… his right eye was completely white.  The stone had pierced the shell of the developing dragonet and the damage had caused the bronze’s right eye to go blind.  As a result, he twisted his neck a little, turning his head so he would be able to see from his one good eye.


“Right,” Sorho said to Ysolde with a snort.  “And who’s fault was that?”  Any other comments--or even answers on her part--were lost to Sorho who’s eyes befell the bronze.  He didn’t care if the dragonet only had one eye!  He was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.


Pieces of shell had begun to fall in tiny shards like the most detailed of jigsaw pieces. The pieces gathered around the bottom as more and more holes began to appear, looking like bloody droplets staining the Sands. (( Freedom! )) Came the voice from within, soft and female, but as breathy as an intimate whisper as a whirling eye peered through the gap and the glimpse of an emerald green muzzle came into view. (( You there, handsome one, you will come help me won’t you? Help free me from this prison that we might feast together? )) 


The green’s voice, for it was most certainly a green, was beguiling and the whirling eye was fixed firmly on her bronze brother. A whuffling, hissing noise came from the slowly disintegrating shell, as though she were twisting and turning about inside it, trying to escape its confines.


“Oh, he’s stunning!” The praise escaped Ysolde without meaning, her eyes wide at the bronze. The intention had been to deliver a scathing retort but it had faltered in her throat at the sight of the Hatchling. Even in the dim glows that had been hastily scattered about the front of the Caverns, his hide seemed to glimmer and shine. Unconsciously, she stepped forward a little, as though to get a better look at him.   


The bronze dragonet craned his head until his one good eye was able to focus on the disintegrating egg in question.  He could see his green sister being born, but her proposal didn’t interest him in the slightest--why should he have to help her?  He’d managed just fine on his own.  He was about to respond when he detected movement out of the corner of his eye.  Reacting instinctually, he turned his head and snapped, catching a flit that had flown in without Foreth to eat and too close the bronze.  He immediately bit down, snapping the creature's neck.  Green ichor oozed down the bronze’s muzzle. But… ew.  The flavor!  It was terrible.  That being said, he decided to save it for later, in case he didn’t find something better.  He looked around for a place to keep his prize but was rather disappointed with the lack of proper defenses.  With annoyed snort the Hatchling returned to his egg, which was mostly intact except for the part he’d burst out of.  He entered the shell and deposited the dead flit and reemerged.  No, this wasn’t enough.  He needed something to block the entrance. 


Not too far away the bronze spied a pile of large rock… those would be perfect!  He pranced over, sniffing at them, trying to decide which was the best one, momentarily becoming distracted and leaving his “home” unguarded.


Despite her attempts and the seductively sweet tone her voice had taken, it didn’t seem to have the effect that the green desired. A huffing snort of annoyance was heard about the egg as the shell fell away, the large hole exposing a small, delicately formed dragonet in a striking shade of emerald green. As languidly as a feline, Dardueth slid from the shattered shell, stretching lazily as she shook the globs of egg slime that clung to her. Everything about her screamed femininity as she looked about her, her finely pointed head streaked with dark stripes that accentuated the curve of her skull. 


The sight of another green was enough to make Ysolde freeze, hastily backing up against Sorho and leaping away as though scalded. Focus! So what if she wanted to watch the bronze, if she let her guard down, she was walking into a trap. She knew it. And that was how she ended up walking away with a green and not a gold. That wasn’t the plan. Not no way, not no how. Shaking her head furiously as though trying to shake sense back into herself, the Candidate edged away slightly, her eyes now fixed on the green as the ball of nerves in her belly renewed its frantic thrashing.


Dardueth had no interest in the peculiar cluster of white things. Her eyes had been captured by the firelizard, a small blue thing that swooped in and had reared back on her haunches just as her brother snatched it out of the air. Her shriek was furious. (( Give it to me! I shall feast on its bones! )) Slipping on the broken pieces of shell, she lunged forward, as sinuously as a tunnelsnake, slinking after her brother as she undulated from side to side. In the shadowy caverns, she could see that he was doing something near what was left of his shell but couldn’t quite determine it. All she knew was the scent of… whatever it was, that filled the air. And it was delicious.


“Oh look, that one is perfect for you,” Sorho said, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders, leaving it easy for her to escape but definitely pushing her a tad bit forward, in a playful way more than actively malicious.  “And I’ll impress the bronze--who knows, I may just catch you some day.”


The bronze found a stone he liked and was in the process of trying to push it over.  He applied pressure with his head, but when it didn’t budge he tried pulling it with his claws.  He dislodged it enough to make it roll--towards him!  Opening his wings again, he leapt back in surprise and let out an audible hiss. 


{{ Don’t fight back!  I’m using you, }} he informed the large rock, unaware of how dangerously close his sister was to stealing his food.


At Sorho’s touch, Ysolde had squeaked in surprise. “Don’t say that!” she hissed, but the anxious anger was replaced with hot embarrassment as colour surged up her cheeks. Her eyes were jumping from the green to Sorho. Shells, that thought hadn’t even touched her mind until he mentioned it. And they all knew what greens were like! A twinge of terror, like an icy finger coiled around her. She didn’t want to end up in bed with Sorho! Most of the time she just… wanted to give him a good slap!


With the scent of ichor hot in her nostrils, they flared as Dardueth sucked the scent in, inhaling deeply. It smelled so good! As she sidled closer, she realised that her brother was trying to hide it from her! Keep it all to himself! And that was no good at all. But for all he was only a hatchling, he was still bigger than she by a considerable measure. The green hopped nimbly to one side as the rock rolled noisily forward and she seemed to consider the situation. She wanted what he had. And he wasn’t going to hand it over willingly. Hmm. The wily green maneuvered behind the bronze, approaching a dark puddle that was still sinking into the sand. A clumsy staffer had inadvertently spilled a large pitcher of wine in the candlemarks before as they cleared the rubble from the Sands. The alcohol had mostly evaporated by now in the heat of the cavern, but the scent was still sickly and rich, more pungent as Dardueth approached it.


(( Oh, what IS that intoxicating aroma? Why… it smells positively delightful! )) Her mind-voice took on a decidedly theatrical note as she slithered towards the dark puddle, glancing over her shoulders back at her brother. (( I was so VERY hungry… but this WONDERFUL smelling thing… I shall feast until I feel hunger no more! )) Dipping her head to the puddle, the green made a show of inhaling deeply, looking for all the world that she was deeply invested in investigating the wonderful thing she had found.


He stopped what he was doing, his sisters beguiling words seducing the young bronze away from his single minded attempt at construction.  Letting go of his large rock, the bronze made his way over to the green and sniffed at whatever it was that she was smelling.  He couldn’t identify it, like so many other things in the world, but it sure did smell… strange.  Interesting even.  Tentatively he opened his mouth and lapped some up.  It wasn’t bad!  And he was starving!  He lapped up a little more, then a little more… completely distracted.


{{ Oh!  This isn’t bad at all!  It’s actually really good!  What is this!?  }}


(( I believe it is clearly some sort of… of… )) The green fumbled for a word in her limited vocabulary, (( It is… nectar! Yes! And it shall sate your.. I mean OUR hunger. You should drink deeply of its sustenance, brother! )) Even as she spoke, she sidled to one side, smacking her lips noisily as though she too had sampled the dark liquid. Of course, she had done nothing of the sort and her beady eyes were already glancing towards the remnants of the bronze’s shell. Cautiously she sniffed the air as though trying to get a new scent of the now very dead firelizard. Whatever had leaked from it had smelled... wonderful! 


The bronze was more than distracted by this newfound… what had she called it?  Nectar?  He didn’t know what that was but it sounded just right.  He lapped more of it up, completely oblivious to his sister’s actions for the moment.


Dardueth was positively delighted! Her scheme was most certainly working and the crafty little green continued to sidle towards the now abandoned remnants of her brother’s shell. Her delicate head twisted this way and that as she tried to recapture the delectable scent she had found on the air and her stomach rumbled with anticipatory hunger. Victory would be hers! Keeping half an eye on her brother, she carefully moved towards the broken shell. Sure enough, the scent was stronger here and on instinct alone, she smacked her lips, revelling in the thought of what she would find.


Hunger got the better of her careful plan, overtaking her need to be stealthy and causing her rush the last few steps, thrusting her nose into the shell pieces with a snorted rumble of glee. She would have it! She would claim her prize! Thoughts of care and delicacy were forgotten about as pieces of shell were noisily cast about and Dardueth scrabbled in the midst, determined to law her paws on the hidden treasure. 


“Hey, watch out!  She’s going to steal it!” Sorho called out to the bronze, eager to make a good impression on the bronze.  The dragonet snapped his head up from the wine and twisted his head, looking around him with his one good eye, pausing a moment at the boy before turning his attention fully to his sister.


{{ Dardueth!  What are you doing?  How DARE you!? }} he charged back to his shell, completely intent on stopping her from completing her mischief.


With the scent of ichor, though rapidly growing cold, filling her nostrils, Dardueth’s plan had now become one of complete and utter intent. The hunger gnawed in her belly and the desire to crunch bones and rend flesh became irresistible. With a crowing bugle of triumph, the green wrapped her jaws around the firelizard’s soft body, intent on pulling it from its hiding place. (( It shall be MINE! )) 


Without thought, Ysolde clutched Sorho’s arm, her eyes riveted on the dispute between the two hatchlings. Would they fight over the food? Hurt each other? The glowing red of their eyes was eerie in the dim light and all she could do was watch. Surely one of the sires would intervene. Something.


{{ No! It’s mine, thief! Nobody steals from me!  }}  the bronze charged right at the remains of the egg, trying to shoulder his way past her.  The egg was never meant for two and soon enough the struggle between the bronze and green was enough to shatter what remained of it.  {{ Look at what you did!  Now it’s buried! }}


The shriek of fury from the green was earsplitting in the acoustics of the Caverns. How dare this pompous brute try to steal her prize. Crashing through the remnants of the shell, crushing pieces underfoot as she went. (( Worry about your shell all you like, foolish brother! I have the REAL prize and you shan’t have it! )) The firelizard corpse in her mouth flopped in a macabre fashion as she danced away, her smaller body more agile than his own and ducked to one side of the bronze. She knew he had a weakness. That blind eye. If she was clever, maybe she could stay in his blind spot…


{{  GIVE it BACK!  }} he demanded, loudly.  He opened his wings, taking an aggressive stance towards her, instincts kicking in.   Lowering his body, as if ready to pounce, the bronze took a step towards her, turning his head so as to be able to look at her with his good eye.  {{ Give it back now or I’ll take it from you!  It’s mine!  }}


Dark and wicked amusement seemed to roll from the green in waves as she lithely danced about her bronze brother. (( Should have been paying more attention then! Finders keepers, losers weepers! And you’ll never be quick enough to catch me! )) Her hissing rumble seemed triumphant and she noisily gnashed her teeth about the firelizard, the crunching of bones uncomfortably audible. 


He tried to follow her with his one good eye, turning his body in a circle but failing to keep up with her speed.  He kept trying, demonstrating his endurance, though his patience soon proved to be lacking.  With a growl, he lunged at her, trying to tackle the green.


“He’s going to get her,” Sorho said, only just noticing Ysolde’s closeness.  He jerked away instinctively.  “You--I--Whatever--whatareyoudoing?  Get off.”


Ysolde ignored Sorho’s grumbling, she was much too distracted by what was happening in front of her. Just because she didn’t want the green, didn’t mean that she wanted to see the hatchlings rip each other to shreds right in front of her. Even as the bronze lunged, a gasped squeal of surprise escaped her, her hand flying to her mouth. “No!” she gasped, her stomach lurching with a ball of panic.


(( Keep away! )) Dardueth shrieked at her brother, throwing herself down to the sand even as he lunged towards her. (( The creature is mine! )) With a guttural hiss of noise, the green flailed and as she did, scooped up a pawful of the hot sand. Instinctively and without thinking she flung it at her brother, or more specifically, right towards his one good eye.


Sand impacted the bronze’s wide open eye and immediately he hissed, temporarily completely blind.  He started to shake his head wildly from side to side, panic starting to set in, {{ What did you do?  I can’t see!  I’m blind! }}


Wailing, he dashed off towards the candidates, running towards the only thing he could, that pull, that mind… he tripped over shells and stones and completely  knocked over one of the candidates, all in order to reach the only one that could help him.  {{ Please!  I’m blind!  I can’t see at all!  And I’m so hungry!  Lerian, save me! Save your Cycleth! }}


As her bronze brother scampered away, Dardueth’s attention was caught by the direction that he moved towards. Why, she had hardly noticed those peculiar things before now. Or rather, she had pointedly ignored them. The broken body of the firelizard was all but forgotten about, discarded in the sand like so much rubbish. With smug satisfaction, she watched her wailing brother run away and… and… what happened then? She wasn’t sure. Clearly something did or why else would he have run to… someone in particular? One of those peculiar white shapes?


Stepping forward, the bright, emerald coloured green flared her wings in sudden apprehension, snorting and chuffing at the group as she inspected them. But she was still so very, very hungry. However, she had a fancy that she had a taste for something particular. Something exquisite. Her shape moved across the sands, gliding forward so effortlessly that she might have been floating. Her head flicked from side to side as she let the hot scents fill her nostrils. She could smell… fear. How delightful! Her eyes whirled faster and faster as she approached the group but at the last second, deviated to one side. Hunkered low, it was a stark reminder that dragons were a predatory animal as she slithered to stop in front of Sorho and Ysolde.


(( You smell… Diviiiiine… )) She hissed, but with her mind-voice projecting to all and sundry, it wasn’t clear to whom exactly she was directing her remark. (( Such a wonderful looking treasure… oh yes… yes… I shall have you for myself! )) Her mind-voice thrummed with intimacy, as though perhaps speaking to a lover. But the edge of hunger ran through it as she stared, her head weaving from side to side.


Sorho felt a shudder go up his spine when he heard the green’s voice in his head.  No, oh, no.  No, no, no, no.  He was supposed to impress bronze, even a half blind one would’ve been better than a green, he’d even take a blue!  He turned towards Ysolde and a rage rose within him.  “You,” he said.  “This is your fault.  She’s yours, not mine.”


Before he knew it his hands were on the girl’s shoulders and he was shoving her towards the green Hatchling.  “Get it the feck away,” Sorho told her. “It’s you she wants!”


Keep moving. That’s it, keep heading towards the… oh no… no, why was she coming this way? Why was she stopping HERE?! As the soft voice filtered into her thoughts, Ysolde felt her limbs turn to ice. No. Surely not. Not her. Not this. Her breathing sharpened through her nose as she willed herself to stay calm. At Sorho’s angry words, her head snapped towards him, her mouth open to issue a scathing remark. But instead she was stumbling forward, arms flailing out just as Dardueth’s muscles tightened to launch her into a pounce.


Time seemed to both slow to a standstill and speed up to a blur. As Dardueth sprang forward, Ysolde got in the way. Or most accurately, her arms did. Flailing arms were suddenly wrapped about by razor-sharp dragonet claws that sliced through flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her brain hadn’t caught up with the white hot pain that rippled over her arms as Ysolde crashed into the sand with a moan, the blood already spilling onto the ground. Dazed, she tried to scramble back to her feet just as Dardueth thrust past her with a snap of angry jaws.


Blood, she could smell… blood. It was hot on the air and enticing. But it wasn’t the blood she wanted. Even as she pushed past Ysolde her gaze fixated on Sorho. He was… exquisite. Handsome. So very handsome. She liked that. Even if she wasn’t sure why. Oh yes, he was marvellous. Her lips curled back into a growl as the hunger wrapped itself around her and Dardueth launched herself at him with a furious, hungry bellow. Claws and snapping teeth were extended, reaching out for soft and pliable flesh. 


Sorho had no time to react.  He could only stare, wide-eyed as the green dragonet landed upon him.  She was heavier than he’d expected her to be and he went down with her on top of him.  Her jaws shut around his left arm as it rose attempting to protect his head but her needle sharp teeth tore into the skin and muscle, the force of her bite easily breaking the bone.  He couldn’t even scream in agony because when they landed her weight completely knocked the wind out of him.  Due to the very nature of the impact the green attempted to stabilize herself on top of Sorho, and unconsciously buried her claws into him--her rear claws in particular caused significant damage to the boy, as they dug deeply into his lower abdomen and ripping through his stomach and intestines. 


Immediately the candidate coughed up blood but he wasn’t dead yet… and he had one free arm, which he swung decidedly at the dragonet’s head.  


Clinging all the tighter as they fell, Dardueth’s claws ripped through Sorho, slicing deeply into his gut. With feverish glee, she hissed in delight as the deluge of blood began to pour and as she released his arm, her jaws bit down again on the upper groove of his neck and collar bone. In full bloodthirsty frenzy her hind legs kicked and scrabbled, ripping new holes in the boy.


(( Yesss! )) she hissed, her whirling eyes half lidded in gory pleasure as she bit down harder. (( The blood… the blood is the life… the most handsome blood… ))


Somehow, Ysolde stumbled to her feet again. Her brain hadn’t connected to the blood pouring down her arms, to the white hot pain that ran up her flesh. It could only process the sight of the candidate being disemboweled in front of her as the arterial spray soared across the air, hitting her robes which were no longer a ceremonial white. It was a macabre fountain of which she was in  a direct path, mingling with the blood on her arms. And all she could do was stare, stare in frozen and mortified horror as she watched Sorho’s gut open up in front of her eyes.


The more she dug in, the worse the tear was; soon enough the tear was large enough and intestines exploded outwards alongside blood which began to stain the hatching sands.  Again Sorho tried to scream but she was stepping on his chest as well.  Sorho struggled through the pain, trying to yank away the arm she held away from her while his right arm continued to attack, aiming his fist at her mouth in an attempt to get her to let go--he hadn’t even had time to realize that he was dying.  Adrenaline was rushing through his body still.  He wanted to curse her, and curse Ysolde and the whole fecking world but in the end he was the only one to blame.  Still he attempted to fight, though each attempt was noticeably weaker than the last as the lack of blood and oxygen started to take their effect.


Ysolde couldn’t move. Some part of her noticed that. Noticed that she couldn’t move even though part of her mind was screaming to do… something. Somewhere she noticed that the blood that covered her was a mixture of Sorho’s and her own. But she couldn’t do anything about it. All she could do was watch in slack-jawed horror.


From the side of the Stands, on hand “just in case”, the Healers watched. Already bags were in hand, a stretcher, anything they could grab. But not one of them could move until the green had released her victim. Not a single one of them would risk startling the green into Between by disturbing her before she had found her Rider. It was sad, but one human life wasn’t necessarily as important as the life of a dragon who would help save thousands from Thread over and over again. All around them, the tension notched up as they prickled with the anticipation of being ready to run, run like the ground beneath them was on fire.


Sorho’s attempts to release himself were futile, Dardueth using her wings to bat the weakening blows away. What seemed like an age seemed to pass until the blows lessened… and lessened… and finally, they stopped. Throwing her head back, the blood soaked green crowed in triumph at her kill. Her roar, though tiny, was still furious until it cut off abruptly as though all of a sudden, something had snapped its fingers and caught her attention. With all the disdain of having trodden in something unpleasant, the green pulled herself free of Sorho’s maimed corpse, heedless and uncaring of the new rips her claws left in their wake. Something, something was… waiting. For her. Yes, she could feel it. It was right here. 


(( There! There you are! My Trifali, you shall share this with me! Share the delight of what I have done, feel the energy that surges within me! Yes, we shall hunt together and it will be WONDROUS! ))


As the green left the bloodied mess behind her, the Healers surged onto the Sands. All the Healing in the world would do nothing for the boy as Sorho was carefully lifted onto the waiting stretcher, his body quickly covered with sheets as they rushed the stretcher away from eyes that had already seen far too much. As for Ysolde, it was immediately apparent that the girl’s mind had frozen in place, her eyes staring at the bloody sands even after Sorho was removed and there was nothing left of him but the bloody reminder of himself. And those wounds to her arms… lacerations down the length of her forearms, some deep enough to almost see the white of bone beneath the coursing blood. A unanimous decision was made. They couldn’t save one, but there was one for whom they could do something. And by shells, it was better than nothing at all.


For two Candidates, the Hatching had already ended. Sorho had stood his last Hatching only he hadn’t walked away with a dragon at his side. And Ysolde, escorted carefully from the Sands by the Healers, she at least, would walk away today. Although it would be without the coveted gold dragon at her side, at least there had been only one sheet covered body carefully taken away.



 

Cycleth : Cycleth was hatched a big, powerful bronze and would have been the asset to any major wing if only the accident hadn't happened before the Hatching that left him with only one working eye. He's striking, both because of the dark bronze body with the zigzag patterns on his body that look like thunder bolts and because of his opaque right eye.

 

The loss of his eye doesn't keep him down. He's strong willed and determined to show his best abilities that he can. Despite his eye, he can manage to fly in the Queen's wing and has a knack for avoiding danger that is full of luck. More than once he'll make a save that could only be described as miraculous and he'll earn a great reputation for it.

 

When hunting, he has a knack for herding the herdbeasts up before striking, which can be annoying to his rider when they're in a hurry but can be very helpful to other dragons also wanting to eat. Less helpful is when he does it just to have fun and gets his rider in trouble for running the herds ragged.

 

Cycleth also has a fascination for building. He never knows exactly what he's building, or how to build it well, but he's sure going to try. Given a chance, he'll spend hours trying to create elaborate little creations with rocks. and his rider will often find him piling up rocks and trying to build random objects that will have to be quickly dismantled before they accidentally fall on someone.

  


Dardueth: From the moment she falls free from her shell, there is something decidedly hypnotic about the way Dardueth moves. Even as a hatchling there will be a sinuous, elegant liquidity in her movements that will be impossible to keep from staring at and a well balanced shape that makes Dardueth a stunningly beautiful green to observe.

 

Even her mind-voice has a sultry and sensual timbre to it and it rolls smoothly into thoughts, compelling the listener to stop and pay attention to her, no matter how important the task they were doing first may be. A bright, emerald shade of green with sweeping dark shadows that seem to accentuate her all the more.

 

Hungry is a word to describe Dardueth. Hungry, hungry and hungry some more. Especially if you're male. More so if you're handsome. Dardueth's Rider will have to work hard to keep her in check and to stop her roving eye and make her pay attention to the things she's meant to be doing. When she puts her mind to it, she's surprisingly cunning for a green, but incredibly easily distracted.

 

A particularly unusual characteristic will be Dardueth's tendency to blood her kills, seeming to prefer sucking them dry and pouncing on the next poor animal before reluctantly, she'll take the meat she needs. Unfortunately, it means she has an exceptionally high prey drive for smaller creatures to exact the same fate upon them and her Rider will be likely on the receiving end of Dardueth having caused the untimely demise of more than one beloved pet.







Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

 

Calyse joined the other girls on the upper platform, fussing nervously with the white gown she wore. This was it. Her brother once stood on the Sands below and found his own lifemate. Would she be as lucky? Was coming to Arolos really the right decision? Trepidation made flutterbynights in her stomach. 

Offering a quick glance at the others, her lips twitched in a quick, silent 'good luck' to them. It was late, so very late, and yet she was filled with anxious energy that made standing still very difficult. Yet she tried to project an air of calm, bowing to the massive Queen hovering over her precious eggs. 

"Th-Thank you, Foreth," she murmured over the humming, unsure whether the giant gold would hear her, but grateful nonetheless to be among those gathered. 


On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 11:54 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Ioya ran as quick as she could in her white robes. It was odd to be awakened for a hatching at this time. She hoped that everything was okay. A small part of her hoped that singing egg had survived.

When she reached the upper cavern, she bowed to Foreth. "Good Hatching to you Fair Queen."

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 3:50 PM Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

Coni P
 

One good thing about a late night, no-visitors hatching was that the
kitchen staff weren't all needed to get a feast ready. Oh, if people
told Larissa that they wanted to go watch because of someone they knew
on the sands, she was pretty good about arranging time for them to go.
But Insaya had only taken advantage of that once, maybe twice since
she'd been in the kitchens. Most of the time she was happy enough to
just listen in and report who impressed to the rest of the kitchen.
This time though, she wasn't needed. So she broke into as quick a run
as she could manage to get to the Sands so that she could hopefully
see her "little brother" impress.

On 05/09/2020, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@gmail.com> wrote:
At least one person was grateful to that dark. R'tal was quietly hoping
that the dim light and the attention on the tiny dragons would mean no-one
looked too closely at the sires and notice the eyepads they were wearing.

((Keep your head up, love.)) Up and further into the dark. ((I'll look for
you anyway.))

((I want to be able to smell them at least,)) Talith grumbled, but raised
his head. ((And you're terrible at watching. You're too busy watching
everything else.))

It was true, he was. All his attention kept shifting to *'what did we miss,
what could happen'. *Still he made an effort to look back at the Sands and
stop watching the crowd.

((Thank you.))

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 8:36 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@gmail.com> wrote:

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the
explosion,
there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed in the
Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about
it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and
eggs
(the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked
the
sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was
imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were
supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.

The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons
nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds,
rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching.
As
the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran
around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add
to
the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal
could
be seen still.

Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be
able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an
ACM
and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated,
Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who
she
considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put
out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the
gold
eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each
girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she
was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy
dark.


--

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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--
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Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Kouga
 

As soon as the first Candidates arrived to the Hatching Caverns, Foreth started calling to the girls who had seen the gold eggs and Kassia's family to come up to the Upper Caverns. There she took final say as to if they no longer qualified.
((Come to me,)) she crooned. ((Come see my gold eggs.))

OOC: If your girl saw the eggs previously then let me know if you want
your girl to be rejected, otherwise it's presumed that she's up with
Foreth.<<

It was late and she was tired, but Orsailen wouldn't miss this for
anything! She glanced at her robe once more, having already been
fidgeting with it slightly to get it perfect, on the way up here. As
she stood in front of Foreth though feeling even more judged now than
she had originally she couldn't help the need for a steadying breath.
This was her change and she was going to take it! She wouldn't let her
papa or cousin down! She straightened up and looked at the gold
waiting, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding
when she was allowed past and got to once more see those golden eggs.

---------------

Dyarla had been barely sleeping when things had started and had been
glad for Little Drum as he was able to pull her awake before the ACMs
giving her a couple of extra moments. She had been glad as usual for
the extra work she had put into her robes when she found herself being
judged by Foreth. It made her feel just a bit better to know that she
had done all she could to be perfect for this moment. She knew looks
weren't what mattered, but it made her feel a bit better to know that
she had bothered for Foreth at the very least. The poor gold had been
through so much and she wanted to do all she could to make this
hatching as perfect as she could for the poor queen.

She hadn't thought a moment that she might be found wanting by the
gold, but she did find herself stepping carefully once she was allowed
though. There they were, the gold eggs, Foreth's pride and joys. She
knew the little ones in the hatching caverns below were good too, but
well as she had told her sister. She wanted this, she wanted them, and
that was all she could focus on right now.

*Kouga*

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Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Ioya ran as quick as she could in her white robes. It was odd to be awakened for a hatching at this time. She hoped that everything was okay. A small part of her hoped that singing egg had survived.

When she reached the upper cavern, she bowed to Foreth. "Good Hatching to you Fair Queen."

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 3:50 PM Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Yvonne
 

Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

Laura Walker
 

At least one person was grateful to that dark. R'tal was quietly hoping that the dim light and the attention on the tiny dragons would mean no-one looked too closely at the sires and notice the eyepads they were wearing. 

((Keep your head up, love.)) Up and further into the dark. ((I'll look for you anyway.))

((I want to be able to smell them at least,)) Talith grumbled, but raised his head. ((And you're terrible at watching. You're too busy watching everything else.))

It was true, he was. All his attention kept shifting to 'what did we miss, what could happen'. Still he made an effort to look back at the Sands and stop watching the crowd.

((Thank you.))

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 8:36 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the explosion, there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed  in the Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and eggs (the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked the sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.


The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds, rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching. As the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add to the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal could be seen still. 


Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an ACM and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated, Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who she considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the gold eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy dark.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Hatching - Dark Riddles #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

Near Truenoth, the Stoic Pebble egg had been sitting unassuming and likely overlooked as first one crack appeared in its surface and then another. More and more cracks rippled through the hardened egg shell. When a thick muzzle poked its way out the top and then a head, it was hard to tell where Hatchling started and the egg ended. The color of the dragon was almost the same shade as his granite home.

Truenoth had never in his life encountered anything that could have prepared him for this experience of guarding a clutch of his own eggs, of being there when they Hatched. He wished he could see them. But he knew they were there. He could hear them. He leaned in to sniff at the head that had emerged from the nearby egg.

((Hello,)) he said. ((I am Truenoth, your sire. And I am happy to meet you.))

A melodic voice seemed to laugh. A joyful sound, not a mocking one – but there seemed to be an air of mystery about it. Like she knew something Truenoth did not.

((And you,)) said the bronze to the voice. ((Where are you, little one?))

((A world apart, though close at hand,)) said the Hatchling. The dragonet, perhaps. Truenoth was certain now that she had not yet Hatched and could not properly be called a Hatchling.

((Will you not come out to meet me?)) he asked her.

((Am I within, or is the outside world the true microcosm?))

Truenoth tilted his head curiously.

((My wit is keen,)) said the voice dolefully, ((yet my knowledge is bound… A wider world will unlock the latter… the former will serve as my path forward.))

The tan Hatchling pushed his claws up between his head and the shell and pushed. Gradually the egg gave away and out spilled the stocky brown. He shook his head as he stood up as if trying to clear it.

((Hello,)) the tan dragon answered Truenoth slowly. It was hard to tell if he was just a slow speaker or perhaps not the brightest dragon of the bunch. ((I... am Tredamth.))

After spreading his wings and then stretching, he turned a slow circle to look up at his sire. ((You are big but you are not my dam,)) he said, eyes whirling and voice full of surprise. To the voice he added, ((I do not think you are my dam either.))

((Can that seed which is yet untouched by the light bear fruit?)) the voice asked.

Truenoth leaned in to sniff the egg he thought might contain the voice. Was she waiting for something? He lightly touched the shell with his muzzle.

((Are you here, my unhatched daughter?))

To answer him, a green muzzle poked up through the top of the Bricked Skull egg to touch him.

((Well done!)) she said, and a moment later, the entire shell cracked open as she spread her wings. ((You found me. I am Xinspeth, your reward.))

Truenoth rumbled mirthfully.

((Welcome, Xinspeth. Welcome, Tredamth. It is my great honor to know you at long last.))

((Who are you?)) Tredamth asked the bronze. He started at a trot to get closer to Truenoth’s head, but didn’t have the coordination yet. He tripped on his wings and went head over heels tumbling down an incline of sand until he came to a heaping stop.

((Oof,)) he protested, shaking himself off. ((Maybe I don’t even know myself yet.))

((I am your sire,)) said Truenoth. ((I have guarded you day and night since you were laid on these Sands – along with Talith. Who is also your sire.)) How confusing. He would have helped the little one to his feet, but he could not see to do so.

((Fascinating… What dragon has two sires? And no dam?)) Xinspeth wondered, casting about to find a gold, any gold.

((I did not know I could have two sires,)) Tredamth said, sitting on his butt and scratching at his headknobs with a claw.

((You have two great sires,)) Foreth called from her spot in the Upper Caverns. ((They are wise. You should listen to Truenoth.))

((But where are you?)) Tredamth sat up and looked around, only to almost fall over again.

((Your dam watches over you with your sires' help,)) said Truenoth. ((And you will see her. For now, you have something important to see to.))

((A dam we have indeed, a hidden dam… A mystery. I am the daughter of a mysterious dam and two wise sires. A riddle in flesh and bone.)) Xinspeth was positively delighted.

((Will you help me find our dam?)) Tredamth asked, settling back down. He looked at Xinspeth. ((You know a lot. Where can we find her?))

((She is near… She watches over us,)) said Xinspeth as she continued to gaze upward for signs of the gold dragon who must be their mother. ((What is close by, yet beyond sight? What knows you well, yet lies outside your ken? Hmm…))

Xinspeth was frustrated that the riddles' answers eluded her. She was meant to be the one spinning them, not struggling to unravel them.

((She is like these,)) said the green, indicating the other eggs. Close, but hidden. ((Or perhaps like those.)) She gestured to the crowd watching them. They had been there all along, had they not? Yet she had not noticed them. Perhaps their dam was in plain sight but somehow beyond her notice – beyond her attention.

((I am half, only, of what I need.)) There must be some knowledge she lacked but could gain.

((Do you want to go look, Smart One?)) the brown asked. (((I will help you solve this mystery if you will help me. Just tell me where to go.))

((The only way to solve that which is yet unsolvable is to learn that which you do not know,)) said Xinspeth. Her eyes whirled blue and green to be called Smart. ((Where lies the unknown, Diligent One?))

((I...I don’t know,)) Tredamth said, unable to follow her cryptic wording. He did understand ‘where’, so he turned. It sounded like maybe she wanted him to take the lead. He gestured with a foreclaw. ((How about this way?))

((Lead on,)) said Xinspeth, rather amused and ready to go wherever Tredamth might take her. After all, it could only be someplace new. 

A decision made, however tentatively, the brown started off in the indicated direction. ((There is a rock over there. Maybe we can see better.))

((Ah, yes. A vantage point on high reveals things as yet unseen from below.)) Unseen from below… Xinspeth gazed upward again. Her golden dam must be somewhere up high…

She followed Tredamth to the rock and climbed upward to look all around. There were those white-clad things, then more like them even further beyond. No white. And there were eggs. A bronze dragon, Truenoth, their sire. And a brown. Talith, their sire.

((Do you think those white-clad things know something?)) Tredamth asked. ((There are so many of them. Surely someone can tell us where to go and what to do.))

((Everyone knows something,)) said Xinspeth. ((Four legs walk down the hill. Six legs leave the hill behind. Yes?)) She had to find the one who knew the most. If she could have that advantage starting off, she would stay well ahead of the others…


Tredamth didn’t know much, but something was telling him that the white creatures knew something he didn’t. He strained until he was as tall as possible and looked over the group.

Suddenly his eyes settled on one particular thing in white. No, person. As Impression set in the word came to mind. ((Ronhim, come show me where to go!))

Xinspeth was concerned… perhaps concerned was not the best word. Worried? Afraid? She hated to think she was vulnerable to such things. But for a moment, it seemed Tredamth was going to pick the white-clad thing who knew the most. When he did not, she was relieved. She had to get there now. Quickly, before anyone else tried to claim hers.

((Zosime, shall we make six legs of it?))

Under the watchful eyes of their sires, the two Hatchlings finally found their lifemates. The riddle was solved. 

 




Dragonet - Tredamth: Tredamth is as unprepossessing as his egg. When he hatched, it was hard to tell where the dragon began and the egg ended. He is the same color as his egg, though not the same texture. He sits quietly, and can be mistaken for a granite statue by those who don't know him.


The best way to describe Tredamth is "stocky". His wingspan is slightly less than other dragons and his body a little larger. This hides his flaming capacity - he will be able to sustain a flame longer than most dragons. This will give him an advantage that puts him at point, because he will sear more Thread than his wingmates, leaving them to pick up the stragglers. No, he's not SuperDragon, but he's close.


Dragonet - Xinspeth: Xinspeth has a light colored head that leads into a light colored body. She is sleek, but strong with long wings and large for a a green. She will be a superior hunter, but a very messy one and her rider will have to have a strong stomach for this reason.


Xinspeth is very gregarious and loves having a lot of attention around her, but she is a trickster and loves her riddles and she has no qualms make sure that you know that she thinks she's superior when you don't know the answer to her riddles. She is possessive and even with her rider, she will like to take and hide things use the riddle trick to try to keep from giving them back. On more than one occasion her rider will be late to something important because Xinspeth will refuse to give up her straps or agree to give them a ride before they've answered something to her satisfaction.


Xinspeth will be particularly fascinated with babies and hatchlings and from early on will want to know whether they come from and how they come about and will be insistent that her rider have babies for her.



Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Ren
 

Rennitz approached the ueen, feeling a deep determination in her soul. She gave a respectful bow to the queen while a painful comiseration tinged the back of her mind. Foreth was so brave to see these little ones of hers hatching, especially after she'd just lost so many. Eight. Eight dragons who wouldn't see the light of day. For now, Rennitz focused her gaze on the two most important ones, the golds who had been isolated by their mother for their safety. They would hatch up here alone and find their mates. In a way, it was sort of poetic.

Deep down and with everything that she had, Rennitz prayed deeply to the hatchlings that one might choose her.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the explosion, there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed  in the Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and eggs (the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked the sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.


The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds, rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching. As the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add to the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal could be seen still. 


Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an ACM and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated, Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who she considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the gold eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy dark.


Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

As soon as the first Candidates arrived to the Hatching Caverns, Foreth started calling to the girls who had seen the gold eggs and Kassia's family to come up to the Upper Caverns. There she took final say as to if they no longer qualified.

((Come to me,)) she crooned. ((Come see my gold eggs.))

OOC: If your girl saw the eggs previously then let me know if you want your girl to be rejected, otherwise it's presumed that she's up with Foreth.


Hatching - Broken is the Night #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

Despite the darkness, there was something a little more eerie about the Caverns tonight. Maybe it was the scorch marks running up the walls or the remnants of rubble that had been too large to clear away safely when there were two males guarding the eggs with even more vigilance than usual. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that this time there was an undercurrent of sadness behind the thrumming anticipation. A sadness because of eggs that would never hatch. 


Deep in the shadows, an egg had begun to shiver and twitch, an egg that seemed to barely contain the raw power of nature itself. The peculiar lines, so much like crashing lightning across a stormy sky seemed to vibrate and shift across the surface as the cracking lines began running down the surface.


Up in the stands, there was a bristle of sudden interest as the sounds of cracking began echoing around the Caverns and one particularly enthusiastic young spectator leaned over the Stands, pointing fervently to the shadowy shapes of the eggs below. “It’s alive! It’s aliiiiive!” He called out, his voice jubilant before his mother next to him hastily made him be silent.


Shaking and jumping, the Lightning in a Bottle egg continued to hop and wriggle in its sandy divot before it fell apart with a loud crack that echoed all about it. The blue that lurched forward clumsily prompted a gasp. The head that peered about it was gloriously handsome, finely sculpted and a beautiful light shade of blue. He was big too, for a blue at least and he huddled himself together as though trying to perhaps seem smaller than he was. (( Mother? )) The quiet voice seemed shy and tentative for all that it carried across the Caverns with sonorous ease. The bulky blue hatching shifted again, stumbling forward only this time, the gasp of delight from the Stands was more akin to something of horror. It was quite clear that the little blue did not look… right. In fact he looked horribly as though he had been made up of, well, mismatched pieces of hatchling. With the exception of his stunning head, the blue looked decidedly wonky, something that wasn’t helped by the peculiar patchwork colouration that seemed to start and end at each limb.


Snorting the remnants of egg slime from his nostrils, he looked about him. (( Mother? Father? Are you there? You made me and now I am here. You gave me life and it is mine to have. But there is no one else here… )) The little blue seemed decidedly mournful about that fact. Was he really alone? Truly alone? He let loose a sad little bugle as he seemed to contemplate this, his handsome face seeming deep in thought as he peered about him at the still shapes of his clutchmates’ eggs. The peculiar looking little blue knew he was here for a reason. He didn’t understand what it was. But he felt it. Had felt it deep inside from the moment his eyes had opened. He knew he must have a purpose. Why else would he have been brought into this strange, dark world? Every living thing must have a purpose, a place, something in him knew that. Even him? Yes, even him. Shaking himself to his feet, he stumbled forward again, clearly more uncoordinated than even the average hatching and caught in the light of a dim glow, it seemed that perhaps his limbs were not the same size, one leg bigger than the other, a furled wing that seemed stumpy compared to its partner.


(( I want… I want… )) He knew he wanted something. Knew that it was terribly important. Sniffing the air, he looked about him, his eyes a whirling haze of reddish swirls that seemed to glow ominously in the barely lit Caverns. His shadow cast monstrous shapes on the walls as he passed, stopping to sniff here and there. Something felt terribly wrong all about him and the little blue was very aware of the eyes that seemed to scrutinise his every move. He could feel them, high up above him. All of them watching. 


Had he done something wrong? It felt terribly as though they were watching, judging. But he had only just woken up, only just stepped onto the hot sand that made his feet prickle. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong. He was just… him. Him and no one else. But he wanted a… someone. Or maybe a something? He wasn’t sure. Couldn’t quite describe it. But it was there, under his skin like a static charge. He felt the stare of invisible eyes and the roiling turbulence of anger grew. If he could not inspire love, he could cause fear! Ferociously he leapt forward, laid bare in the light in all his misshapen bulk. His teeth gnashed and his eyes whirled. If they thought him a monster, a monster he could be.


(( Stop looking at me! I have done nothing wrong! )) He roared, his voice carrying across the Sands and would put many a Harper to shame in its emotional projection. He lurched forward, his heavy and stilted movement only amplifying the peculiar disproportion of his body as he went. He did not know where he went, only that he was pulled this way. (( Is there none amongst these myriads of men that would pity me?! That would assist me?! )) It was becoming increasingly apparent that there was a deep rage growing within the blue as he lurched towards the white robed Candidates. He seemed barely able to contain himself with every step that he took. In his short life, Prometh, for that was indeed his name, felt certain that there was one thing and one thing only that he wanted. Acceptance. And there was only one place that he would find it, somewhere that was away from these awful, staring eyes.


Pushing through the Candidates, Prometh was fixated on something that only he saw. It was, to him, like a shining beacon. (( Almira! To you and only you I shall tell my true name. I shall whisper it in your ear for you must be the first to hear my name and not the names that men might give me! There is a rage within me, the likes of which should never escape, but there is also a love within me, the likes of which you have never seen. It is to you I give this love Almira, you and no one else! ))


As he came to a stop, the rainbow iridescence in his eyes shone from his beautiful face, regardless of the unorthodox appearance of the rest of him. Prometh had a world of love to give, despite the ugliness of his appearance. The one thing he wanted more than anything in the world was to be accepted and to be loved. He had found that love. It was right in front of him.




Prometh: From the moment he falls from his egg, Prometh is clearly a blue of proportions that will see him, eventually, on par with smaller browns and for a blue he will be considered practically ginormous. However, despite his size, Prometh seems... almost mismatched, a little as though along the way he was pieced together with an assortment of parts from dragons of different sizes and shades of blue - something that only seems to enhance the appearance of being put together from so many different pieces. He seems oddly uniform as well which just adds to it, fading abruptly from dark to light (or vice versa) precisely where the limb would end with heavy splotches of bright blue at the base of his neck.


As he grows older this mismatched appearance will be fair less obvious - barring his colours, but when he first emerges, he will look eerily... uneven, something the Dragonhealer's will proclaim is a result of the recent fire. A leg that seems too small, a forelimb that seems too big, even a wing that is bigger than the other.


Despite his "wonkiness", Prometh is clearly planning on becoming a mass of brute force and muscle, his body a rippling mass of strength that will see him able to complete Falls that will exhaust a smaller dragon much earlier on. But his facial appearance will be, well the only word for it is handsome, incredibly so. Where the proportions seemed peculiar on his body, his head is well-defined with a strong jaw and heavy brow that makes him appear deep in thought.


For all he might seem almost a little... ugly in his appearance, it is clear that his personality is anything but. All he has wanted since the moment he cracked his shell was to bond with another sentient creature and Prometh values that bond with everything he has, happy to spend hours conversing with his Rider about every little thing from the complications of politics to the beauty of the sunset that day. Deeply compassionate, Prometh's abject desire is to find love and acceptance from those around him and can be prone to fits of huge and violent rage should he be judged for his peculiar appearance. His Rider will need to be the voice of reason until he understands the world a little better.


However, at his best, Prometh is deeply intelligent with a passion for learning new and wonderful things and has an eloquence and articulation that is true to his colour and would be sure to make any Harper proud. He has a profoundly strong sense of right or wrong, especially against those who use superficial bias as their reasoning to cause harm. Especially fascinated by thunderstorms, Prometh will sit and stare in wonder at the lightning that strikes the ground, often pondering the origin of such power and marveling at its danger.

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