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Hatching - Into the Night (END) #HatchingForeth2020


sailyn2
 

And then there was one. 


The Twisted Jaws Egg with its shiny appearance that hid a feline’s open mouth underneath. After everything that had happened in the previous part of the Hatching, the roaring mouth to end the Hatching seemed like a bad omen even after the Impression of the golden siblings.


For a long time the last egg sat there even as the night grew later and later. As midnight turned into technical morning people were beginning to think that maybe something had happened to the egg during the explosion after all and that there’d be yet another casualty in what had been a Clutch full of problems.


Then the egg began to rock. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so that it might be just a trick of the eye. Then faster and faster. The Hatchling inside very much wanted to get out and he was working furiously at escaping his cage. Then the egg fell on its side and there was an audible crack.


Another long moment stretched as if maybe the occupant hadn’t survived the falling of the egg, then the Hatchling stood up with the egg still around him. The only thing visible were legs of a beautifully patched worked brown. He began walking around the Sands as if he could see through the egg shell even as his tail poked upward through the top and stayed straight up. 


The brown kept walking until he ran into Talith’s legs and the egg cracked. He sat down and after a moment his egg disintegrated around him leaving a brown that was just as full of patches as his legs were and that were arranged rather handsomely. He shook himself off, egg goo and shell pieces flying everywhere.


((That’s better,)) he said then turned around with feline grace. ((Is there anyone else there? I am Mancoreth!))


There were no more Hatchlings, leaving him rather alone other than his sires. No Hatchlings replied.


((I guess it’s just m...)) he started to say, then looked around and spotted something interesting.


Some stupid Candidate had thought that bringing some meat would help Impression. After what had happened to Sorho, she had emptied her pockets and tossed the food at just the edge of the Sands in front of her. The small chunk was currently being feasted on by flits.


((Mine,)) he growled and dropped into an elegant crouch other than his erect tail. Very slowly, so as not to disrupt the flits, he crouched and stalked toward the food. Unfortunately the Candidate gasped and backed away, as did another couple around her. 


The confusion upset some of the flits. Mancoreth had to take action if he wanted his meal. He sprang, much like a feline would, and landed just in front of the meat. His teeth snapped around the lone flit that hadn’t vanished between. There was a sickening crunch as his teeth ground down and he was rewarded with the taste of meat. The taste was good, but Mancoreth realized that the meat on the ground sounded better.


The brown finished chewing the flit and swallowed and then dipped his head to eat the meat, crouching over it like someone might steal it away. The small bits of meat were gone in a couple of gulps.


((More, I need more!)) He crouched, stalking into the crowd to look for more meat. By now some of the Candidates were in hysterics and trying to get away. They’d learned what could go wrong and wanted nothing to do with it. Other Candidates grouped closer, backing away. A few pushed their way through, both girls and boys, and rushed from the Caverns entirely.


Something else caught Mancoreth’s eye. Something snapped in his head and he stopped, poised feline like. ((Mato? Are you leaving me? Come get your Mancoreth.))


And just like that the dark and frightening Hatching was over. The last dragon Impressed and left eight eggs destroyed: The Bloodied Mess Egg, The Ghost in the Shell Egg, The Moonlit Shivers Egg, The Twisted and Rotten Egg, The Disgustingly Oozy Egg, The Treacherously Sticky Egg, The Dark and Stormy Egg, and the The Boiling Trouble Egg. The Clutch had been cursed since the fateful Flight. Hopefully none of the weird things that had happened between the Flight and the end of the Hatching would ever be repeated again save maybe the fortune of two gold eggs.

Egg - The Twisted Jaws Egg: Yet another monstrous looking egg joins its brothers and sisters. At first look, the egg is glassy looking with a mess of colors underneath. Then you take a closer look and underneath that glass those colors twist and take form until something like a twisted big feline's head appears. Behind the "glass" the weird looking feline roars, its mouth open and exposing sharp teeth. Has Foreth laid a hatchling or a feline? What's going to happen when the glass cage breaks?

Dragonet - Mancoreth: Not dissimilar to his blue brother, Prometh, there is something of a patchwork quality to Mancoreth's brown hide. However, whilst Prometh seems to be odds and ends of different pieces, there is a more fluid dynamic to the brown's transitions, as though his different shades of brown were always meant to be there. One of his most distinctive features is the thick tendrils of dark brown that cascade down his neck and chest, surrounding his much lighter coloured face so that from a distance, it almost look as though he has a beard.


His body, thickly muscled and a light shade of tan brown, is that of a pure predator and Mancoreth moves with the same feline grace and precision of the large wild felines that roam the Southern jungles whilst his tail is artfully prehensile and will be used more than once to viciously jab someone to get their attention. It won't be unusual to see Mancoreth carrying his tail high, curling upward towards his spine as he waves it about during his more agitated moods, the color a blended shade of deep browns that seem to swirl together.


Patient, patient and patient some more, Mancoreth knows how to outlast his prey. His rider will have to work hard to curb his vicious kills when he hunts and even hard to stop him gorging unnecessarily. It will be a little disconcerting how much savage delight he takes in his quarry, browns are supposed to be sensible, after all! Down the line, his patience will lend itself well in the fighting wings, although his predatory instincts will make him prone to suggesting risky tactics that could go terribly wrong if they fail.


There is a decidedly cunning element to Mancoreth and he has a head for tactics that makes wing drills a walk in the park. Quick to learn but easy to bore, Mancoreth requires constant learning and stimulation to keep his attention where it is meant to be and not deciding to try something far more exciting. Convince him that all these new lessons will simply make him a better hunter and he'll be all the more willing to listen.




jarel_lilienkamp
 

Ooc:sorry for the delay in this posting.

Mato watched and waited. Each egg hatched was a chance, though failed. Then hatched the green. The green who acted very oddly. When the green went after the other candidate he didn't know, his heart felt like it stopped. He litterally turned around not wanting to be horrified by what he had just seen. He however had backed away towards the edge of the ring and hoped from there.

After the second to last egg hatched, the boy turned to walk off the sands. At first he faintly heard the crack of the last egg. He never turned around to see what was going on behind him.

Though as he walked, felt a little hungry. About as quick as the decision was to go get something small to eat, did his hunger multiply out if know where. One thought burst into his head: ((Mato? Are you leaving me? Come get your Mancoreth.))

"My Mancoreth?" He turned, to see the patchwork brown poised like a hunting feline, watching him. ((Me! I'm your Mancoreth.))

Mato ran to the little dragonet the and put his arms gently around his neck. "Yes, my beautiful one, you are." He litterally was crying slightly not only because of what happened earlier, but because he Impressed. ((And you are mine. I'm hungry!!!))

Mato looked up at the swirling green eyes and laughed lightly. "Of course you are. Come on lats get you some food." With that, the brown pair walked away.


On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 5:10 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

And then there was one. 


The Twisted Jaws Egg with its shiny appearance that hid a feline’s open mouth underneath. After everything that had happened in the previous part of the Hatching, the roaring mouth to end the Hatching seemed like a bad omen even after the Impression of the golden siblings.


For a long time the last egg sat there even as the night grew later and later. As midnight turned into technical morning people were beginning to think that maybe something had happened to the egg during the explosion after all and that there’d be yet another casualty in what had been a Clutch full of problems.


Then the egg began to rock. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so that it might be just a trick of the eye. Then faster and faster. The Hatchling inside very much wanted to get out and he was working furiously at escaping his cage. Then the egg fell on its side and there was an audible crack.


Another long moment stretched as if maybe the occupant hadn’t survived the falling of the egg, then the Hatchling stood up with the egg still around him. The only thing visible were legs of a beautifully patched worked brown. He began walking around the Sands as if he could see through the egg shell even as his tail poked upward through the top and stayed straight up. 


The brown kept walking until he ran into Talith’s legs and the egg cracked. He sat down and after a moment his egg disintegrated around him leaving a brown that was just as full of patches as his legs were and that were arranged rather handsomely. He shook himself off, egg goo and shell pieces flying everywhere.


((That’s better,)) he said then turned around with feline grace. ((Is there anyone else there? I am Mancoreth!))


There were no more Hatchlings, leaving him rather alone other than his sires. No Hatchlings replied.


((I guess it’s just m...)) he started to say, then looked around and spotted something interesting.


Some stupid Candidate had thought that bringing some meat would help Impression. After what had happened to Sorho, she had emptied her pockets and tossed the food at just the edge of the Sands in front of her. The small chunk was currently being feasted on by flits.


((Mine,)) he growled and dropped into an elegant crouch other than his erect tail. Very slowly, so as not to disrupt the flits, he crouched and stalked toward the food. Unfortunately the Candidate gasped and backed away, as did another couple around her. 


The confusion upset some of the flits. Mancoreth had to take action if he wanted his meal. He sprang, much like a feline would, and landed just in front of the meat. His teeth snapped around the lone flit that hadn’t vanished between. There was a sickening crunch as his teeth ground down and he was rewarded with the taste of meat. The taste was good, but Mancoreth realized that the meat on the ground sounded better.


The brown finished chewing the flit and swallowed and then dipped his head to eat the meat, crouching over it like someone might steal it away. The small bits of meat were gone in a couple of gulps.


((More, I need more!)) He crouched, stalking into the crowd to look for more meat. By now some of the Candidates were in hysterics and trying to get away. They’d learned what could go wrong and wanted nothing to do with it. Other Candidates grouped closer, backing away. A few pushed their way through, both girls and boys, and rushed from the Caverns entirely.


Something else caught Mancoreth’s eye. Something snapped in his head and he stopped, poised feline like. ((Mato? Are you leaving me? Come get your Mancoreth.))


And just like that the dark and frightening Hatching was over. The last dragon Impressed and left eight eggs destroyed: The Bloodied Mess Egg, The Ghost in the Shell Egg, The Moonlit Shivers Egg, The Twisted and Rotten Egg, The Disgustingly Oozy Egg, The Treacherously Sticky Egg, The Dark and Stormy Egg, and the The Boiling Trouble Egg. The Clutch had been cursed since the fateful Flight. Hopefully none of the weird things that had happened between the Flight and the end of the Hatching would ever be repeated again save maybe the fortune of two gold eggs.

Egg - The Twisted Jaws Egg: Yet another monstrous looking egg joins its brothers and sisters. At first look, the egg is glassy looking with a mess of colors underneath. Then you take a closer look and underneath that glass those colors twist and take form until something like a twisted big feline's head appears. Behind the "glass" the weird looking feline roars, its mouth open and exposing sharp teeth. Has Foreth laid a hatchling or a feline? What's going to happen when the glass cage breaks?

Dragonet - Mancoreth: Not dissimilar to his blue brother, Prometh, there is something of a patchwork quality to Mancoreth's brown hide. However, whilst Prometh seems to be odds and ends of different pieces, there is a more fluid dynamic to the brown's transitions, as though his different shades of brown were always meant to be there. One of his most distinctive features is the thick tendrils of dark brown that cascade down his neck and chest, surrounding his much lighter coloured face so that from a distance, it almost look as though he has a beard.


His body, thickly muscled and a light shade of tan brown, is that of a pure predator and Mancoreth moves with the same feline grace and precision of the large wild felines that roam the Southern jungles whilst his tail is artfully prehensile and will be used more than once to viciously jab someone to get their attention. It won't be unusual to see Mancoreth carrying his tail high, curling upward towards his spine as he waves it about during his more agitated moods, the color a blended shade of deep browns that seem to swirl together.


Patient, patient and patient some more, Mancoreth knows how to outlast his prey. His rider will have to work hard to curb his vicious kills when he hunts and even hard to stop him gorging unnecessarily. It will be a little disconcerting how much savage delight he takes in his quarry, browns are supposed to be sensible, after all! Down the line, his patience will lend itself well in the fighting wings, although his predatory instincts will make him prone to suggesting risky tactics that could go terribly wrong if they fail.


There is a decidedly cunning element to Mancoreth and he has a head for tactics that makes wing drills a walk in the park. Quick to learn but easy to bore, Mancoreth requires constant learning and stimulation to keep his attention where it is meant to be and not deciding to try something far more exciting. Convince him that all these new lessons will simply make him a better hunter and he'll be all the more willing to listen.