From Past to Present {Hatching!}

[King Walrus Jackson]

Geso had just stood there and watched as the brave girl who tackled the Bronze dragonet had been snatched out of the air by Thormyth, and he had watched as the Garnet had been about to eat her. Geso had clenched his fists, wishing he had his knives on hand. Even if Thormyth would have just crushed him where he stood, he still would have at least tried to stop him. Geso had started moving forward, cautiously, towards Nai after Thormyth had dropped her, and reached her about the time that Nai was demanding to be helped to her feet.

Geso grinned darkly, and reached forwards to pull her to her feet, inwardly impressed by the girl's will. "Fortune didn't favor the bold today, did it girly? Here, take my hand and we can get to the little dragons and try to see if anyone else gets eaten today."

Geso turned his head back towards the eggs, inwardly amused to see a green dragonet go into the stands and knock J'degar and his friend over in order to reach a woman in the stands. He then turned back to the eggs, and watched them carefully, ready to get away from the girls should an angry dragonet come his way.

[Elessar]

Liam was rather startled when Thormyth dropped the candidate he had been holding to the ground, and winced when the girl hit the sands. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the Weyrleader yelling for someone to take her off of the sands, and get her a healer. As another dragon passed Ooma, Liam was savagely pleased that it bit her.

He jumped, however, when a blue hatchling sat down next to him. It hissed at Linda, and seemed to try to push her toward the injured girl, and then suddenly the world stopped as a voice entered Liam's head. I am sorry I took so long, L’am, but I couldn’t help but want to help that girl. It is so like the ‘superior’ rank to abuse their size and strength. "Yeah... yeah, she needs help!"

Liam-- no, L'am --called to Linda. "Linda! That girl needs a healer! You too!" He said to the older, more experienced healer next to him. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I Impressed! His name is Fironth, and he says that girl needs a healer and by Faranth is he right! Go, I'll be okay!"

Your Fironth is terribly hungry, L’amMine, but now that I have come to you we really must get you to the healer… "You're right again, Fironth! Let's go." Struggling to his feet and using Fironth for balance when he needed to, L'am finally stood on his own, blood still leaking out of his makeshift bandages in places. "I think I'm going to need stitches..." he commented to his dragon.

Turning, he looked this way and that for Cayin. He knew this would put an end to their romance for awhile, but the love in Fironth's eyes more than made up for it. Locking his own blue eyes with Cayin's, L'am gave his friend a smile. "Just wait, Cay! You'll get a great ol' King dragon or something, and then we'll be Weyrlings together!" Grinning, he limped across the sands, Fironth at his heels. He turned to the blue dragon, eyes shining with the light of Impression. "Now... let's find you some food, Fironth!"

[jovia]

Linda frowned a little bit but didn't respond as Nai wanted to stand up, and didn't respond to her words. She did however watch carefully as she tried to get up on her own only to fail. Maybe now she could get some work done before the people showed up to haul Nai away? But nope... Geso walked over and helped Nai up, she couldn't really fault either of them... if she was in her shoes she would be doing pretty much the same. All she could do now was make sure she didn't die via bleeding out.

"Okay just nothing too strenuous then, and use him or me as a support... or something else when its available. You don't need to start bleeding profusely again." But she stood up next to them in her now bloodied and tattered candidate robes.. somewhat full of sand even as she tried to dust them off a bit away from Nai. But after that she went back over to her, wondering if there would be a dragon for Nai that could carry her over. Or would someone, her or otherwise, be able to take her to the feeding or off when the hatching was over?

[Ensign]

Nai turned her head as she noticed a young man walk over. She didn't know him, but when he stuck out his hand to her, that was all she needed to know. With a grit of her teeth, she stood with a grunt. "Thanks. And as far as fortune goes, I guess that was never my goal." she turned, slowly, to face the remaining eggs. "Then again, the days not over yet and I'm not dead, either. Maybe fortune will still arrive." she said this with the faintest twinkle in her pain etched eyes.

When Linda stood, she smiled thankfully at the Healer. "Thank you. For letting me stand. I needed to do this." after Linda finished brushing off her robes, Nai leaned slightly on her, not denying that she needed some support. "Thank you for coming to my aid, too. Suppose I deserved what I got, but your kindness is much appreciated." she didn't know if she was making a terrible lot of sense, but it had to be said.

Some might think her stupid and unwise to stand, bleeding and broken as she was. They might still take her off the Sands. She couldn't be sure. But maybe, just maybe, one person in the crowd would realize why she was standing. What she was standing for. For life. For bravery. For all that she believed in. With a Healer on one side, and a peculiar fellow on the other, they certainly made an odd picture.

A strong picture.

[EVENT]

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the Golden Scales egg broke awake, one long crack splitting the egg down it’s middle. A black and white head lifted itself off the ground, looking left, then right, before standing up and, after a brief wobble, managed to get a semblance of balance. What a sight to see! The epitome of an average dragon, there was nothing extraordinary about this fella, at least at first glance. With a mottled brown hide and bright white belly, he certainly struck a rather handsome picture. The Golden Scales Brown looked around, an indifferent expression on his face.

He needed to impress, but it wouldn’t do to move too quickly. At the same time.. standing still would be too much as well wouldn’t it? Well what a predicament. The Golden Scales Brown looked over the candidates, his body rocking side to side as he looked. He must look for some time, yes. It wouldn’t do to choose too quickly, oh but he couldn’t wait too long either. His was out there after all. He stepped lightly away from his shell, his head held at just the right height to be neither too proud nor to self-consious.

He gave the males and females on the sands an equal amount of time, but as both groups served to bring him nothing, he cocked his head in confusion. Well this wasn’t right at all.. unless… the stands? The Golden Scales Brown looked up towards the viewers. Well… they deserved a chance as well didn’t they? That was when he noticed the snake-like green Gorganoth. Even from here he could see how utterly infuriating she was, flaunting her gifts like that! It was disgusting! Ugh, but he couldn’t bring out a punishment for her right now, he needed to make sure His was found. It simply wouldn’t do to keep his rider waiting too much longer! The Golden Scales Brown looked through the minds… but like the candidates on the sands not one was right. Their minds were just too fresh! He needed a balanced mind!

Oh.. now what did he have here? A mind that knew the joys of a mind on his? One that knew the loss.. And yet it wasn’t the overpowering emotions of a dragon that he sensed in that mind. No… it was something weaker… a wher it seemed. Yes, THAT mind would understand. That mind had already attained balance.

Th’eauMine. I did not think I would find such a perfect mind amongst all those here. So many have unnecessary urges for violence, or vanity, but you… you complete me as I hope to complete you. Might you meet me half way?

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Golden Scales Brown Nesteith

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Impressed To: Th'eau
Pronunciation: Nest-E-ith
Rank: Brown
Size: 30.2 Feet (6 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
Body: 7f655c, ae8f7f, 574747
Belly, Chin, Tail: d4b8a3
Dark Markings: 2e2a30
Feet: 1e1e32

Appearance:

With a body that is not too long or too short, nor overly thick or thin, Nesteith is the epitome of an average dragon. His muscles are, overall, well-proportioned to his size, though he lacks the natural bulkiness of most browns. His wings are on the thicker, shorter side but somehow he seems to look average nonetheless. This brown has surprisingly sharp claws and, strangely enough, he will demand his rider keep them as sharp as possible at all times. Despite is average appearance, Nesteith does tend to stand out from his brethren, if only because he is a tiny brown.

Nestieth is a mottled brown and there does not seem to be a single section of his hide that does not show off multiple hues. His base hide is a light, mocha brown colour, though between the lighter and darker brown speckles it can be hard to truly define his base colour. His belly and a section of his tail are a soft, creamy colour with hints of whites and browns strewn throughout. His cheeks, and the underside of his jaw, share the same colours. A deep grey mottles his head and neck, as well as his rump and the tips of his wings and tail. His feet share a similar grey, though there is an almost blue hue to the colour.

This particular brown believes that too much pride is a bad thing, and so he holds himself with an indifferent dignity. His head is never held too high, nor too low and he does what he can to make sure his stance is as neutral as possible at all times. There is an odd, almost feminine grace to the way Nesteith moves, every step carefully managed so that he moves neither too quickly or too slowly. Whenever he stands still, Nesteith has a habit of holding his wings just away from his body and rocking from side to side, as if trying to balance.


Personality:

Obsessive, Egalitarian, Hates Vanity and Boasting, Short Temper

Nesteith is all about balance. To him, the world cannot work unless everything is done in moderation. He believes one can never be too happy, too sad, too lucky, and so on. Everything Nesteith does, he does in the name of balance. If he spends a day training, he'll spend a day resting. He's the type to always repay favors, and he believes in the idea of equivalent exchange. Even hunting is done with an exchange of sorts; Nesteith will never hunt without first dropping an apple or treat into the beast pens as payment. He can be a tad obsessive when it comes to his beliefs.

This brown is an egalitarian. He believes all dragons are created equal, regardless of hide colour. To him, an amethyst is just as special as a gold and a bronze should work just as hard as a blue. If there is one thing he hates, it's when someone believes themself to be better than another. It's one of the few times his temper will get away from him, and when this brown is angry watch out! He's the type to believe that vanity, pride and boasting should be punished. It doesn’t matter who it is doing the boasting, Nesteith will stand up to anyone.

One thing that makes Nesteith uncomfortable is the act of flirting. Believing himself to be no better than anyone else, he doesn’t quite know how to deal with being complimented any way and will often withdraw into himself or try to escape. Nesteith has a good head on his shoulders. Like the angel and devil on our shoulder, he likes to look at the good and bad ways to deal with situations and does his best to find a balanced solution to any situation. It does mean he can be slow on the uptake at times, but he tries.


Mind-Voice:

I do not care who they think they are! Such pretentious behavior cannot go unpunished!

Nesteith’s voice is an odd one to listen to. It sits in just the right range to sound neither feminine nor masculine. He generally speaks in a calm flat tone, often times he almost sounds bored. In moments of extreme rage his voice becomes as loud and harsh as the crack of a whip.


Inspirations:

Nesteith’s inspiration comes from the Greek goddess Nemesis. She was the goddess of divine indignation and retribution who punished excessive pride, evil deeds, undeserved happiness or good fortune, and the absence of moderation. She is best known for her role in the story of Narcissus. Nesteith was based on the idea of maintaining balance and moderation, with an obsessive twist. His hide is based on the Canada Goose, a play on one of the myths about Nemesis. In the myth, she inadvertently attracts Zeus’ attention and attempts to hide from him in the form of a goose. His name is a combination of two names given to the goddess: Nemesis, meaning ‘she who distributes or deals out’ and Adrasteia, meaning ‘She whom none can escape’.

[Ensign]

Nai, with some effort, managed to clap. At least the Hatching seemed to have calmed. For the moment. There was no telling what the future held for them. The brown had only given her the tiniest amount of attention. She supposed that was alright in the end. Plenty of eggs left. She might still Impress. Might not. It all depended at this point.

Nai turned her head and looked at Linda. "If it's too much trouble for you to be here, I might be able to support myself. Or I could leave the Sands. I accept the consequences of my actions and would rather not inconvenience you. " she gave a faint smile, still fighting pain, blood loss, and resultant dizziness.

[jovia]

Linda gave a nod to Nai but ended up becoming her Crutch, a swift glance around though and she could tell another girl needed help from her leg wound... But she didn't have anymore bandages really and Yufa could get to her more easily. A quick glance around she could see that Liam.. was with that blue? Grinning she couldn't help but chuckle, why that little git maybe she would be able to teach him as well.

Her attention turned back to Nai however as she gave a quick glance over her injuries. "Keep a close eye on the Dragons, any show up too wild acting or close try to get away. I'll see what I can do otherwise. And no I will stay here as long as I can, if I was in your shoes I would have wanted to stay as well... though I would have probably attacked a human rather then a Dragon." A little grin spread across her face though at her little quip.

[Elessar]

Iromineelmris clapped and cheered along with the rest as each new Impression was made. He was rather shocked at the bloodiness of the hatching, but he supposed that was usual... and the girl who had tackled the bronze had brought it upon herself, really. He shook his head.

Then, suddenly, a green hatchling was bowling past him, knocking him over. He briefly met the dragon's eyes, hoping, praying... but no. It moved past him... to J'degar's lover! Oh, shards! This was terrible! Hauling himself to his feet, glossy eyes wide in shock, he turned to his best friend in the world, opened his mouth as if to say something, and then shut it.

For once, Iro was at a loss for words. "Gar..." he finally managed to squeak. Oh, shards, this was bad. It would have been one thing if the green had Impressed to him (not like any dragon ever would, since he was way too old and way too crazy), but Gar's lover? "I..." he didn't know what else to say. "I..." The cook simply blinked, completely poleaxed, and most definitely unsure of how to comfort his best friend in the world.

[Zirin]

No.. no there was just no way. This wasn’t happening to him, not again! J’degar watched the grey and green dragoness after being stepped on by the darn thing. There was just no way she had come up here for Assaila right? The brownrider’s gaze narrowed as he looked at the whirling rainbow eyes of the green, his eyes showing a mixture of intense hate and irrepressible sorrow. It was just like before… his wife from all those Turns ago had impressed a green and then… and now Assaila was following the same path. He couldn’t do it! Not again!

His hands clenched at his side, and no doubt at least Iro would be able to see he was fighting every urge to get up and punch something. He took a deep breath, looking away from Assaila, not even waiting for her to say the green’s name.

“She’ll be hungry.” He spat out, the anger and hurt evident in his voice. “Hurry up and take her down to the feeding area. She’s yours now, hurry up woman.” At some point he had started leaning into Iro, taking support from the cook. Once Assaila had left.. then he would slump in defeat, doing everything not to let them see him fighting tears. Assaila had only been here to support… and now… what if she went the way of his late wife? He leaned further against Iro, the fight gone out of him. He would need fellis after this…

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Liam had impressed! He had impressed such a handsome, handsome blue too! Cayin almost stepped over to hug Liam, remembering at the last minute that he really shouldn’t get in the way of him and his dragons. “You did it!” He cheered, a stupidly large grin on his face. Of course, Cayin didn’t think he’d get a big ol’ bronze! They were just so.. big! He glanced up at the sky in thought, wondering if his dragon was really out there.

Mind you, Cyain had never been incredibly good at keeping his thoughts on track. It didn’t take long for his thoughts of future dragons to switch to an entirely different track. Wow! The sky was so blue today…

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Firo gaped in shock at each and every dragon that chose from the stands rather than the assembled candidates. He hadn’t wanted to impress… but now that he was here it was a bit of a blow to his ego! Sharding stupid dragons! Oh, and there was the kicker. That green had gone and picked the most infuriating woman out there! Now he was just insulted! Stupid woman! So lost in shock and rage was he that he didn’t even notice the impression of the blue or brown.

[EVENT]

The Black Cat Green and the Lion Topaz hardly noticed anything other than their current... state of affairs. They were facing off and it was going to get rough. The green flared her wings boldly, but that only brought on the fight. She dared to stand up like that to her topaz sister! Justice had to be exacted! For all that she had done!

The Black Cat Green was bowled over by the Lion Topaz's large paws. The Lion Topaz looked smug with herself, even going so far as to simply sit back down, tail wrapped around her paws while the Black Cat Green scampered a ways away, tripping over herself and sprawling on the sands, creeling pitifully.

The Lion Topaz turned her proud head towards her sister, annoyed at the weak sounds. With a flash, the larger, sub-queen dragon had pounced, landing firmly on her sister's back. The Green squealed in pain, which only served to further anger her sister, who roared her baby roar while the green writhed and squirmed beneath her, trying her very best to escape.

Flaring her wings, the topaz roared again, only to find... she had lost her balance as the green struggled beneath her! Tipping over backwards, the topaz managed to land in a somewhat dignified manner, as she had bumped solidly into the Soaring King Egg, causing cracks to split along it's side. The young one inside seemed to be less than pleased as the egg started to shake uncontrollably, causing spider webs to course through the bird, as if veins were appearing in the egg.

The green raced toward the females the very moment she was free, she tripped over herself again, rolling to a stop at Ooma's feet. Looking up, the Black Cat Green met Ooma's eyes happily.OomaMine! I found you! Please! Let us get food and leave these sands! Your Calibath hurts! She will get her sister next time! I promise you that OomaMine!

The topaz snorted and looked at her lost prey with irritation. The stupid green had not been doing as she should... But her attention was stolen as not one, but two more eggs chose to hatch... The Soaring King Garnet was making a show of stepping out of his egg gracefully and in control, his powerful neck held high as he looked at his sister with a hiss. She only crooned at him and ignored him. He wasn't worthy of her attention yet nor had he earned it for anything... bad yet... But he would... he had much to do. In fact, he was off almost instantly, heading straight for the females and tearing into the nearest one, ignoring the girl on the ground entirely... perhaps for her own good. He bit and nipped each candidate, though not because he needed to test them or because he was looking for his... but because he wanted to see their pain and see them squirm. He already knew exactly where His was and he would be certain to get him and save a special pain just for him.

The Lion Topaz on the other hand was simply sitting there, looking up at the stands where her... cousin had made such a mess. What a pitiful creature. And so ugly and homely too. Hmph. She would pick better as well. In fact.. She stood and with what she meant to be a mighty roar called out to her future rider. Iro'isMine! Your Saekath is displeased! Come down to the sands this instant! I need to be fed and oiled and cared for and you! You are simply crazy! This must be fixed! We must be perfect! NOW! Come! Food! Then bath! Then we work on you! Silly crazy Mine. The last was almost amused as she said it, affectionate perhaps, but the Topaz had chosen... She had known who she would choose from the time he had touched her shell. But she still did not understand why he was up there.

The Garnet looked back at his sister as she chose with a snort. Hmph. He would take his time inflicting pain! He slashed at another boy... and another... before finally turning his attention to Geso and pouncing full onto the boy, though he said nothing... Would they see another senseless mauling...?

As the Topaz Impressed and the Garnet inflicted his pain... quietly, almost unnoticed in its own way... the Streams of Life Blue hatched. He stepped neatly and lightly out of his shell and onto the sands, shaking out his wings and turning his head upward to take in his surroundings. He snorted. What a ridiculous show and sham. These royals weren't royals at all! He was a king! And he would show them why and how! And he would not be the only one... another egg was starting to hatch, slow, methodical... and... Well... It was taking it's time.

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Black Cat Green Calibath

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Impressed To: Ooma
Pronunciation: Cali (think California)-bath
Rank: Green
Size: 19 Feet (3.8 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
001208
88fc01
98c068
4d7b19

Appearance:

Calibath is a powerful dragoness. She has a thick, boxy body rippling with muscle. She is not overly muscular however, there is enough to make it clear she is not a dragoness to be messed with, and yet subtle enough that she retains a feminine look to her body. Her legs are thick and powerful, ending in large, sharp-clawed feet. Her neck is an average length, though a bit on the thick side and ends in a face that is broad and short. Unlike her neck, Calibath’s tail seems almost awkwardly thin against her thick body. Unlike normal dragons, this green was born with three rows of ridges that reach down her neck and along her back. Her rider best be ready for an uncomfortable ride while this girl is growing.

Calibath is a dark green. So dark is her hide that, if not for a small selection of bright markings, she would blend in with the darkness of the night. Her belly, the insides of her legs and the bottom half of her neck are a vibrant green. Her tail and a spot on her side just in front of her hips are similarly bright in colour, though the green is closer to yellow. Her tail ends in a dull olive green. Each of her feet are dipped in the olive colour, and the top half of her head shares the olive green as well. Two lines reaching from the olive on her head, to a section of her neck are creamy white in colour. The same of which can be found along the back of the dragoness’s front legs.

For all that this green is active and likes to moves about, she also seems to like lounging around, especially during the heat of the day. There is a subtle pride in the way she carries herself, in the swishing of her tail and the way she holds her wings. One strange thing about this green is a habit of sleeping outside regardless of the weather in order to watch the sun and moon at dawn and dusk.


Personality:
Calibrath, to say the very least, is one determined little green! Put something in her way, and she will tear it apart. Stubborn determination underlines every bone of this dragon, giving her a stark irritability when she does not succeed at something she may put her mind to, whether the task be something she herself wishes to undertake, or something her rider may wish to achieve.

The green's determination makes her a bit difficult for her Bonded to deal with at times, for the green can be rather firey in her stubbornness, often causing the dragon to stamp her foot in anger. This green has got some fire in her belly! When she wants something, she goes out and takes it, whether she's given permission for it or not! What Calibrath wants... Calibrath gets.

This dragon, however, isn't one you want to make any enemy of, for she can hold a grudge for, well... practically forever. Calibrath is certainly not forgiving, and takes no prisoners in love or in war, kindness or hate. She is rather fierce, and will fight to the death if she needs to, whether to protect her rider, or achieve a goal. Thankfully, Calibrath's fierceness does not lead to recklessness, and she knows when she may be defeated... but she certainly won't be happy about it!

Mind-Voice:
Don't you even dare!

For a female, Calibath's voice is surprisingly deep. Though it holds a feminine tone, the ever present rumbling growl and annoyed tone that she uses makes for quite an intimidating sound. When this girl roars, watch out! Her anger slips into her voice easily and she can belt it out like there's no tomorrow.


Inspiration: Bastet

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Lion Topaz Saekath

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Impressed To: Iro'ris
Pronunciation: Say-kath
Rank: Topaz
Size: 47.3 Feet (9.5 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
d17009
ad4c21
fde7ae
bb5e29
fbcb9b
d31033


Appearance:

Saekath is a large, somewhat bulky topaz. She will certainly outgrow her mother and father, and in fact she will most likely out grow most Topaz dragons on Pern. She carries herself like she knows she is not just a sub-queen, but an actual queen in her own right, and walks with a certain grace as well. Her wings are long, but not so much as to drag on the ground when she walks. She always holds her head high.

Her rustic orange hide color is not as bright orange as some hues that are seen on Topaz dragons, but her markings are distinctive and well formed. Pale Orange, so light that it looks like a burnt cream, sweeps across the top of her head and neck and curves under her jaw and down the front of her chest. It also rings around her legs before becoming a more orange, tan hue to her feet and mirrors similar markings on her tail. A blood orange is the most striking color if she were to be asked, and it lines the contours of her legs, neck and muzzle. A rustic orange, darker than the majority of her hide, glazes the top, outer portion of her wings.

Saekath's mannerisms in a word are "regal". Another could easily be "dangerous." She has a distinctly cat-like grace in the way that she moved, her shoulders rolling quietly and muscles rippling under shining hide. In every possible way she is a hunter, a predator, a beautiful warrior ready for battle and yet there is more. The Topaz Sub-Queen will never be one to back down either in her words or her actions, and it shows in the proud way she throws back her head or the relaxed ease she holds her body as if nothing in the world could make her on edge. When she does happen to become irritated though, Saekath will lash her tail like an agitated feline or scratch at the ground with her talons.


Personality:

Vain, stuck up, and a bit blood thirsty, she can be poised and collected. However, she is the queen of war in her own mind. She is a Topaz Queen. Unequaled. However, she holds a reverence for her mother and a larger one for her father. She is proud to be born to two dragons of war.

She is going to be handful, demanding perfection of her rider, though she doesn't feel overly confident in her perfection either and will push herself no matter what. She doesn't like to get her claws dirty, but she loves to watch others fight... especially if it's for her.

She is a lady of war for the most part, but she also has the capacity to be a good leader and a good healer to the hurt ... if she can make herself care enough to actually look out for them. Her caring is rather deeply hidden, but like some of her siblings, she has a tendency to idolize her father and mother.

She will generally get along with her sister Muhath and doll out justice for her. Inflicting punishment on the unjust is something that she takes pride in being able to do. She is a queen after all and waht is the function of a queen if not to keep some semblance of order in a Weyr? She sees herself as more than just a dragoness for baring clutches and takes her position very seriously.


Mind-Voice:

We are mighty, great, and wonderful. What say you, Iro'is?

• Regal tone
  
• Often uses the "royal we"
  
• A deep, powerful alto
  
• Can rattle the bones of those she so deigns to speak to.
  

Inspiration:

"Sekhmet (Sakhmet) is one of the oldest known Egyptian deities. Her name is derived from the Egyptian word "Sekhem" (which means "power" or "might") and is often translated as the "Powerful One". She is depicted as a lion-headed woman, sometimes with the addition of a sun disc on her head. Her seated statues show her holding the ankh of life, but when she is shown striding or standing she usually holds a sceptre formed from papyrus (the symbol of northern or Lower Egypt) suggesting that she was associated primarily with the north. However, some scholars argue that the deity was introduced from Sudan (south of Egypt) where lions are more plentiful.Sekhmet was represented by the searing heat of the mid-day sun (in this aspect she was sometimes called "Nesert", the flame) and was a terrifying goddess. However, for her friends she could avert plague and cure disease. She was the patron of Physicians, and Healers and her priests became known as skilled doctors. As a result, the fearsome deity sometimes called the "lady of terror" was also known as "lady of life". Sekhmet was mentioned a number of times in the spells of The Book of the Dead as both a creative and destructive force. She was the goddess of war and death as well as life and healing."

[Elessar]

L'am grinned as Cayin cheered for him. He was glad his lover... friend... Well, anyway, he was glad Cayin was happy for him. It wouldn't do if Cayin was mad at him! L'am was so grateful that he sank onto one of the benches by the food with a sigh, completely ignoring the blood that was still running down his chest.

Why are you so relieved, L'amMine? We will protect Him and His later, but now your Fironth is hungry! The hatchling opened his mouth obligingly, and L'am laughed, tossing in a piece of meat from a bucket that one of the helpers had set beside him. Healers had now appeared, too, and were cutting away the makeshift bandages on his body so they could stitch him up. Things were going well!

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Iromineelmris wasn't even paying attention to the sands. All of his attention was on J'degar. He had thought... he had been so sure that the green was coming for him... that would have made everything okay! But it Impressed to Assaila! This couldn't be happening! It just couldn't be!

The cook knew his friend's story well, and was furious, shocked, and disappointed that Assaila was now following the same path as J'degar's prior wife. He couldn't go through that again! Taking the man in his arms as all of the fight went out of him, Iromineelmris cradled his friend's head. "Shh. We'll get plenty of fellis after this, my friend, and we'll---"

What? What was that? Iro'risMine! Your Saekath is displeased! Come down to the sands this instant! I need to be fed and oiled and cared for and you! You are simply crazy! This must be fixed! We must be perfect! NOW! Come! Food! Then bath! Then we work on you! Silly crazy Mine.

Iromineelmris blinked rapidly before turning, still making sure to support J'degar as he stared down at the sands, his eyes focused on the topaz. "J'degar..." He said slowly, glossy eyes oddly wild. "That topaz is talking to me." He gently set his friend down, and walked forward as if in a daze. "I've had far too much to drink." He sat down heavily. "Yes, that's it. I'm very, very high on fellis and am just imagining that I've Impressed to a dragon."

Iro'risMine! You are not imagining things! You are mine and I am yours, and your Saekath is VERY displeased! Get down here RIGHT NOW and FEED ME![/color] Every so often, the topaz's words were puncuated with a roar and a flap of her wings as she accentuated her point.

The cook stood up rapidly. He wasn't one to argue with hallucinations, especially not as ones as unbelieveable and beautiful as that topaz dragon that was talking to him! Leaving J'degar with an apologetic look, he hurried to the sands, but in his haste managed to trip. Falling from the stands to the sands, he heard a loud crack as his arm met the ground, and he moaned. He knew it was broken.

Stupid, crazy, insane Mine! How did you manage to hurt yourself?! This is supposed to be MY glorious day, and you go and ruin it?! Stupid crazy Mine![/color] Somehow, the words were still oddly affectionate as she stalked across the sands, large paws barely making any sound, to nudge her large head against Iro'ris's. Now get up, Iro'risMine. Feed me, then bath. We must be perfect, and you... you will need a lot of work to be perfect![/color]

Iromineelmris... Iro'ris? ...sat up and shook his head. After all these years... "Saekath..." he whispered, running his hand along her back with his unbroken arm. Luckily, he had broken his right arm, and he was left handed. Somehow, he'd make this work. "You chose... me? But why?" No questions! Get up and feed me NOW. You are taking too long already! Perfect, Mine, we must be perfect! Now get up![/color]

This time Iro'ris needed no second urging, and heaved himself to his feet. His head spun briefly, and he resisted the urge to vomit. ...yes... you will need lots of work... The cook... no, the Weyrling, began to laugh, and he didn't stop until he sat down at the tables where the hatchlings would be fed and a healer began to set his arm. Grabbing a hunk of meat, he handed it to Saekath, who took it readily, eager for another. "Saekath..."

[King Walrus Jackson]

Geso watched some of the other dragonets choosing their matches, and rolled his eyes at the Green trying to fight the Topaz. He frowned when the larger of the females pinned the Green, and it was looking for a moment that the little Green wouldn't be able to Impress. He had been starting to turn his head away, when he saw the green escape and flee towards another girl, sending the Topaz into the Soaring King egg. Geso watched the egg for a few seconds, and his eyes widened when the shell broke and a Garnet stepped out.

"Well, the whole trying to rip out minds in half makes sense now." Geso grumbled, and scowled fiercely as the Garnet began to attack the girls. "I can't believe this shite. He ignores the Topaz and decides to attack defenseless girls? Pick on someone your own size, prick." Geso growled.

When the Garnet's head turned towards him, Geso could help but widen his eyes. Hoping it hadn't heard him, Geso edged a bit from the girls, and smirked when he saw it was pretty much ignoring them for him. Geso stood still, and waited until he realized the Garnet was leaping at him. Geso turned, and shoved Linda and Nai. Turning his head, his eyes met the Garnet's, and Geso let his instinct take over. He jumped towards the dragonet, and rolled under him on the sands. Geso came to his feet, not knowing he had somehow managed to loose his robe/coat, and was standing in just his leather pants and vest for the whole Weyr to see his muscled body.

Geso began backing away. "Girls, get lost, you two don't want any part of this." He snapped coldly, a cruel, feral smile starting to cover his face. He turned back to the large dragonet, and sneered. "How 'bout you come over here without any distractions, eh? C'mon, scale-y! Come. Get. Some!" Geso challenged, knowing the Garnet was more than a match for him without his weapons, but Geso would be damned if he was going to just let the little bastard get him without a fight!

[jovia]

At least now it would seem that Linda could watch the hatching in relative peace right? Wrong... Her attention was caught by the Topaz and Green.... The green obviously just going after the other and annoying her.. She wasn't really surprised when it erupted into a fight, it happens sometimes even during playtime and they weren't playing. Then that egg... that well.. sadistic egg is all she could call it. They bumped into it and it hatched, part of her wasn't surprised as it was a Garnet... Like son like father it would seem. Carefully she reached out for Nai's shoulder as she tried to get her to a safe distance from the Garnet.

"I don't trust that thing..." Linda murmured to Nai, and with good cause it seemed as it didn't take him long to start attacking the girls. But they weren't really able to get away as it turned towards them.. Geso was the target though? And he pretty much pushed them away.. Linda tried to act quick and react to hope to land under Nai since she wasn't hurting right now.. If she could do that then try to get her patient away that would be great.

[Ensign]

Nai watched passively as the green and Topaz moved off to Impress. They were nice dragonets, but something had told her they weren't a possibility for her. In fact, her possibilities seemed to have narrowed. Was it because of what she done to the Bronze? The dragonets were... scared of her? She guessed that was a possibility. 'Or I'm in too much pain to think super-lucidly.' she thought with a detached curiosity. 'I hope I don't faint right after Impressing. If I do. That could be distressing for the poor dragonet. Dangit, got to stay conscious.'

Nai's eyes narrowed when the Garnet hatched. She wasn't particularly fond of Garnets at the moment. Something about the threat of being eaten. As it traced its way through the girls, which Nai and Linda weren't particularly near anymore, she gave a hiss. It hadn't full-on mauled anyone yet, but it might. If it did though... she was powerless. Far too wounded, and in far too much trouble, to do anything. She hoped this wouldn't end badly. It then seemed to turn its attention to the three of them, slightly to the side. 'Shards...' she muttered as the Garnet came in their direction. With a hiss she moved in front of Linda, willing the Garnet to attack her rather than Linda. Better a half-torn fighter be attacked then a still well Healer.

Instead though the Garnet seemed to take an attraction to Geso. She bounced to the side as he shoved them both. Luckily, she managed to stay standing. Nai reached up with her un-broken arm and grabbed Linda's shoulder, still watching Geso. "Come on." she attempted to guide Linda away, still trying to act as a shield. A protector, even when half-shredded.

Luckily Geso seemed to be handling himself well enough. She blinked as his Candidate... coat... came off. He was certainly a muscular fellow. Must be a fighter like her. Once she and Linda were far enough back, Nai sighed, posture going a bit less straight. "What kind of crazy Hatching is this..." she muttered to her companion.

"Still hope for us yet, though!"

[Zero]

Oh Traylor was practically giddy at the scene playing out in the sands below. It was like something straight out of one of the harper stories his grandmother told him! Though his young eight turn old mind still didn't understand some of the candidates actions, mainly why they seemed to be trying to hurt the baby dragons. Meanwhile Theault was busy giving the boy a running commentary of the hatched colors when people in the stands began to stand and block the young lads sight. Not to mention he had a fine time trying to hold on to a flailing child as a hatchling prowled through the stands, nearly bowling them both over, to find the one she would Impress to.

"Uncle Theo! Look! The baby dragon I talked to, it hatched!" The child added his own whoop of joy to the crowd and happily clapped his hands together as he watched the tiny brown waddled around the sands. "Do you think I would have a brown someday, Uncle?" The ex-wherhandler gave a casual nod of his head. "Course boy, anything is possible..." His eyes then widened slightly and took on a far-off look for a moment as the brown spoke. Wait.....was he supposed to be hearing it talk?! And what had it called him?

Th’eauMine. I did not think I would find such a perfect mind amongst all those here. So many have unnecessary urges for violence, or vanity, but you… you complete me as I hope to complete you. Might you meet me half way?

Theault blinked and slowly stood, curiosity written all over his face as he stared back at the young brown. That brown had just talked....to him. "C'mere boy," the sailor snatched up his giddy nephew and set him up on his shoulders before beginning to make his way down to the sands. "Either there was something in that skin other than water or your Uncle just Impressed a dragon."

Yes Th'eauMine, I have found you and now we are one. But come now, we have much to discuss and I need feeding first.

Yep, that time it had definitely not been a hallucination. That dragon just spoke to him. Theault-no,Th'eau blinked and shook his head slightly. He had Impressed a dragon of all things! If it weren't for Traylor sitting on his shoulders the man would have surely hit the ground. It was unreal. "Nesteith." He repeated the young browns name almost in awe as he finally made it to the sands and laid his hand on his dragonets hide for the first time. Leading him to the feeding table, Th'eau plopped down in a chair and handed his new companion a hunk of meat before getting to work cleaning his intricately colored hide. This had to be a dream.

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