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Post by twitchie on Jun 14, 2012 10:01:02 GMT -4
Ripples of heat hovered over the sands, the blazing sun enough to take your breath away.
The air was dry the sun merciless and harsh.
MINE! [/color]
Abyrath screamed mentally, roaring in sudden fright.
Ka'mond ran upon the scalding sands, feet burning but he hardly winced.
"Abyrath are you--"
Pain stabbed at him, tearing him across their bond.
"A-a-abyrath..."
He whispered, flinching as he fell onto his hands and knees. The sands hurt his skin even if it was not exposed.
His purple dragoness hissed and whined, pacing awkwardly. She started digging holes, one, two three, four and five holes.
Abyrath's eyes swirled yellow, red and white. She convulsed.
She couldn't speak, only uttering pained beastly noises.
Both rider and dragon shared the intense uncomfort and joy as the first egg, oddly shaped and malformed looking, came.
It was a small egg, sick looking with grey and black on it.
Abyrath roared, screaming when she flared her broken wing. She stomped the ground, tail lashing and thumping.
Time dragged torturingly until a very large second and final egg was laid.
Abyrath panted and nosed the wet eggs gingerly.
Her clutch.
Come and see. Come and seeeeeeeeeee! [/color]
She sang, crooning over her babies.
Ka'mond groaned, dusting his pants with red and tender hands. Oh shards. He was scared. A mutation clutch in enemy lands... How would this end?
He was shaking and lay against Abyrath.
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Post by Wish on Jun 14, 2012 20:23:25 GMT -4
It wasn't unplanned, after all by now the entirety of the rebellion knew that the little group of amethysts were going to clutch. Now, whether or not the rebels individually believed that it would happen, or that any eggs would even hatch, that was up to each person's own opinion. If you asked the majority however, at least one thing seemed to be known; the disappearance of D'tri followed by this one event seemed to have started a bit of a catalyst. The leaders of the rebellion group tried to hide it, to even soothe the whispers that came from the knowledge that instead of one of the "beloved" Sub-Queens, Fighters were clutching. However, such things were not easily quieted.
It was not that bad for those involved with the hatching though. K'er, who normally kept his head down in the group of unfriendly rogues, was suddenly seen as someone who could be a new way to hope. Everyone had their own opinions of what such events could mean; some straying to thinking that it could be a way to revolution, while others simply that maybe Fighters could be more important. After all, if some of the Lower Knights were even Blues or Greenriders, why not the leaders themselves? K'er however was trying his best not to think of this no matter how much it was whispered into his ear.
When the Amethyst from Trelis clutched though earlier that day, well it was no longer something he could ignore easily. Curiosity brought many to the cavern that was deep in the tunnels of the mountains on Rindell, the opening all the way to the outside a simple way for dragons to fly in and out to sneak a peak before their riders called them back. It was a curious thing these females that were just fighters....it wasn't meant to be, and yet was there as plain as the heat and clouds that rolled on the horizon. Yes, with this subtle change in the rebellion, there was a not-so-subtle one as well. Rainclouds brewed in the sky for the first time in months, the promise of rain coming in less of a simple shower, and more of a coming of a monsoon season.
Looking upward, K'er shook his head, Kele burrowing herself deeper into the fluff of feathers at her neck as the Huntyre perched on his arm. How are you doing Kin? Feeling anything yet? The question was on deaf ears though, the Amethyst asleep currently. Her rider perched himself on a outcrop of stones in the "Hatching Sands", his dark eyes searching the dim lighting for not only Abyrath's shape, but the other Amethyst that had clutched that afternoon as well. It was the thief's he though, the one that was always with the Head Teacher; not that her "students" saw her very much to begin with. Still, the older dragoness had clutched two eggs as well; one a matted brownish gray with a bit of smudged bronze, and the other a faded sort of blaze of colors in sunset hues.
They're very pretty.
Kinurninth's mind finally reached her rider's ears, the weyrling-almost fully fledged rebelrider now-smiling as the familiar tone resonated in his ears. Yes, they are....you're starting to hurt. The purple dragoness keened unhappily, shifting on a higher crop of stone, her wings spreading so she could glide down to the sands and start padding at the earth, shifting the bits as best she could. This is not fun....not fun at all.......why isn't it fun? I want to have fun, this isn't fun.....oh....it's over. That was quick. Her voice was matter-of-fact, the tone curious as she looked at the tiny excuse for an egg she had clutched. It was almost perfectly round, and the shell glistened in its still semi-wet and soft shape.
It's beautiful Kin....is that it? I think so...it's so tiny. She nosed it, a soft croon escaping from her jaws as her eyes whirled content blues and greens. Her body snaked around, instinctively wishing to protect the silvery blue egg, her wing carefully extending over it as she nudged it closer to her side. Can I call Kasprth to see? Silly King will want to see.... Not yet love, maybe later. There's still one of you to clutch isn't there? The Amethyst nodded her head, her eyes closing as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
(So, there's just Kit left to post her NPC clutching, then you all can come in with replies and all that. A picture of all the eggs will be coming after that post as well.  )
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 14, 2012 21:02:11 GMT -4
It was very early in the morning when Capelth padded silently onto the Hatching sands. The other amethysts had clutched their eggs yesterday afternoon, but Capelth, ever an odd dragon, had to be different and do things her own way. Today, apparently, that meant getting up before the sun and laying her clutch of eggs while the others slept. She made no noise, just a very quiet hiss, really, as she began to lay the first one.
Morana would have slept through the whole thing--almost did, in fact, but she always had trouble sleeping at night and found that her amethyst was not in their weyr where she belonged. It didn't take her long to figure out where the egg-heavy female must be. She arrived on the sands just as Capelth finished laying the second egg, and with a sigh, settled down as she realized she was finished. She nudged her two mediumish-sized eggs closer together and settled down to nap now that the uncomfortable bit was over. Wouldn't people be getting a surprise when they woke up today!
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Post by twitchie on Jun 14, 2012 21:05:23 GMT -4
Abyrath was curled possesively around her clutch, her large egg held in her paws. The shell was gracefully dappled with greens and blues, like the ocean. The small, pitiful and dented egg was tucked against her belly.
Ka'mond looked as if he had been added to the clutch, as Abyrath's tail snaked and gripped his sleeping form.
The boy was staying with his amethyst as much as possible.
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Get up! I plan to visit the stubborn amethyst princess and you are coming too. [/color]
Kasprth growled.
"Shouldn't we wait? It is early..."
The bronze snorted, but did look resigned.
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Post by Wish on Jun 14, 2012 21:20:16 GMT -4
And here's the clutch.
From Left to Right-Front Row:
Aphath's 1st Egg, Aphath's 2nd Egg, Kinurninth's Egg, Abyrath's 1st Egg
From Left to Right-Back Row:
Capelth's 1st Egg, Capelth's 2nd Egg, Abyrath's 2nd Egg |
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Jun 16, 2012 9:56:27 GMT -4
G'DAROMINE! My clutch! They are hardening on the sands! Banemith screeched, scaring his rider from his bed. Really, Banemith? Did you really had to scare me from a good night's sleep? G'daro grumbled. Banemith nodded excitedly. G'daro sighed and put on his clothes. Banemith was the first of the small group to see the clutch. He nuzzled his prize, Abyrath and softly crooned.
Abyrath, my sweet, which ones did you lay? he asked. He then turned his attention to two eggs, one was dented and the other nestled in her claws. He gave a sigh and nestled close to her, making sure to not hurt her wing more.
A beautiful clutch, my sweet. he crooned.
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Post by twitchie on Jun 20, 2012 3:14:40 GMT -4
i'll never give up , never give in never let a ray of doubt slip in [/font][/color][/i][/b]  [/center] and if i fall, i'll never fail i'll just get up and try again [/font][/color][/i][/b] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color] [/center] Abyrath lifted her little head and crooned at the--HER brown. He was her King! Our clutch. Our perfect clutch! The purple dragoness sang, eyes a calm sea of blue and green. The large, green egg in her claws was her obvious pride, but her smaller dented egg was wrapped in her tail. MineKing, you are a proud father. [/color] Ka'mond got up from his 'nest' at Abyrath's side. He was being kept captive by his dragon. She wanted him by her side the whole time. "Hey G'daro." He waved at the boy, embarrassment hidden by his tender and slightly burned cheeks... "Have you... seen Asaara?" Now he really blushed. His bluerider... his albino. His love... [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] i'll make sure they remember my name a hundred years from now [/font][/color][/i][/b] table © derek[/center] |
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