From Past to Present {Hatching!}

[twitchie]

Ooma gasped as the dragonet looked at her and came forward. C-could it really be...?

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!

Ooma gasped at the voice in her mind.
"Yes. Let us go get you food then."

She shot R'hard a smile and stroked the dragoness's head.

She had done it... she'd impressed!!

It was dizzying... amazing.. like a dream.
but it was real.. the blood that crusted her leg told her so..

[Akira]

Thaden watched as yet more eggs hatched, and hatchlings impressed. He blinked his eyes quickly as he glanced around the sands, sweat beading on his brow. He had never thought that a bit of sand could be that hot, but there he was, standing as still as he could, sweating like he never thought possible. He cocked his head to the side curiously as he wondered if the hatchlings thought it was hot, or if they actually liked the heat of the hatching sands. He made a mental note to ask a dragonet what they thought once all of this was done. Though he hoped that he would be able to ask his own dragonet, but there was still a fifty-fifty chance that he would be left standing. Oh well, there wasn’t anything he could do about it, though he didn’t feel quite right about all the mauling’s that were happening, but he had been trained to stand where he was lest he wish the wrath of a dragon and or dragonet upon himself.
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Morgause sighed as she stood well away from the hatching sands, and all of the hatchlings. She was a Harper, not a candidate, but she couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty and power of the single topaz that hatched. She wondered what it would be like to have a queen dragon of her own. Of course, she would have to have an actual queen, a gold, not one of those lesser sub-queens like that topaz. She shook her head and turned away from the hatching. She didn’t move far from the hatching though, after all she would have to entertain these new dragon riders once everything was said and done, though she was more than happy that she wasn’t the only harper there. In truth she wanted very little to do with any of them. For she couldn’t think of any possible way that they would be able to help her gain the power that she believed she was rightly owed.

(((OOC: If you want to rp with one of my other characters just let me know and I'll post with them.)))

[Kitsuneko]

Finally the blue Impressed to one of the boys, and now another of Kaith's children was hatching. She was certainly a striking dragoness, with grey and bright green hide, but R'hard frowned. Was she injured?

Seriously, have the Searchriders not been doing their jobs lately? Kaith growled as the green also began to search for her riders in the stands. The dragons are supposed to pick candidates, and candidates are supposed to be on the sands. My kids could get hurt trying to climb the stands.

The green Impressed before long, though, and Kaith settled down a bit, but R'hard shot another glance at the candidates yet to Impress. Today was turning out not to be so lucky for them.

Kaith, though, puffed up with pride when the next egg revealed a handsome brown dragon. He was less enthused when this one decided to head up into the stands as well. He and R'hard were both distracted by the green and topaz still down on the sands. R'hard smiled as the much smaller green stood up to her sister, though he got a bit worried with their roughhousing, which knocked over another egg. The green found her way to Ooma, though. R'hard let out a cheer when it became clear she'd Impressed. That was certainly a brave dragon.

A garnet hatched, which no doubt would mean more maulings before this hatching was finished. So many injuries and strange events; did Trelis ever have a normal hatching? Apparently not. It was the topaz's turn to Impress, finally, and...was she heading up the stands too? She was! And her rider must have forty turns at least. R'hard groaned at the hatchlings' crazy decisions.

[EVENT]

From one of the few remaining eggs of Izanycorth’s clutch came, quite possibly, the most feminine dragon of the batch. Her body nothing but gentle curves and graceful arches, the Throne Green stood with dignity and grace, her head held high without being snobby, and her tail lifted gently off the ground, for no lady would drag her tail through the sand. She stretched small, dark green wings before daintily stepping out of the eggs. This green was the epitome of the female sex.

She paid little heed to the other dragons on the sand, and in fact, with her dainty steps she was taking her sweet time making her way to the candidates. After all, she didn’t plan on tripping or stumbling if she could help it. That was when the largest of Kayath’s clutch, the Secret Stone Egg, wiggled so ferociously that it ended up rolling right into the Throne Green’s legs, effectively tripping her before revealing its own contents.

With a deafening crack, the egg split in multiple places and from it emerged a sturdy, bulky blue of all things. Egg covered blue and white hide shone in the sun and the male couldn’t help but hold his head high, regal in his own mind. With a hiss the Throne Green made it clear she didn’t like him, and a sharp bugle and slash of the claws were all it took to show she was telling him to get back in his egg. This was HER moment, not his!

The Secret Stone Blue Didn’t take kindly to being bossed around and without hesitation snapped at the green, and it wasn’t until one of the mothers hissed at them to get on with impressing that the two split apart, though it was the green that moved first, the blue turning back to hiss at the mothers. He didn’t care who it was telling him what to do, the Secret Stone Blue was NOT one to be bossed about! As if the rebel, he gave an annoyed slap of his thick tail to the closest egg, the healer egg, hissing in delight at the cracks he created, before turning with a dignified hmph and strutting off towards the candidates.

Although.. Halfway there his dignified march began to lose some of its confidence and began looking over his shoulder, as if worried that something was going to happen. His walk sped up and he spent more time looking back in nervousness than paying attention what was in front of him, until he bowled over two candidates, the second of which he hissed at before cocking his head to the side and decided that this particular human would work for him.

The Throne Green was much more… elegant in the choosing of her life mate. Her eyes whirling with the reds of her annoyance, she stepped lightly towards the males, knowing already that Hers would be among them. She hissed and scratched at any idiot who got in her way. She was a woman on a mission! Ah! There he was! She settled down before him, her forepaws crossed delicately before her. I love you, my precious Th’en. You love your Tyeth just as much don’t you? Her voice was almost sugary sweet, before the rainbows of her eyes turned back to reds. And yet you let that blue argue with me! You are terrible Mine! No matter, we can fix that little problem. You WILL be there for me next time. Now come, I am hungry and I will NOT let that blue eat before me. Her voice jumped instantly from sugary sweet to cold and harsh as she spoke to her new rider.

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Throne Green Tyeth

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Impressed To: Th'en
Pronunciation: Tee-eth
Rank: Green
Size: 23.3 Feet (4.7 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
86f800
015425
0f3412
053019
679f34

Appearance:

Tyeth is the very embodiment of utter feminity. With a long, lithe body and gentle curves, she seems to scream of the female sex. Her long, flowing tail is just the right thickness to look perfect on her lightly muscled body. Her neck has a natural, graceful arch that ends in a dainty head and her swirling eyes seem to permanently reflect all the colours of the rainbow at once. She may be on the larger end of the green scale, but yet her smooth, delicate features make her seem smaller than she really is.

This Green's hide is a mottled array of greens, the predominant colour being a soft, bright green edged with a more forest-green. Though the mottling covers most of her form, the darker colours are found primarily on her neck, tail and the underside of her body. Her wings are almost entirely a darker green with the faintest hint of blue and much like her body show off a few splashes of darker shades. The same dark green can also be found ringing her brown-green face, giving this green a somewhat masked appearance.

Not only does her body scream of feminity, so does the way she holds herself. Tyeth always seems to carry herself with a certain grace, her head held high without being over-confident and her tail kept just off the ground. Whether this is intentional or not is hard to tell. Walking, flying, running, no matter what she does there is always a lady-like feeling behind her movements. Lying down is much the same. When she rests, her forepaws are normally crossed delicately before her and her wings are folded tightly against her back.


Personality:

Temperamental, Loving, Angry, Mothering, Knack for Teaching

This green is, without a doubt, a two faced dragon. At first glance she seems to be the sweetest dragoness out there. Friendly and loving, Tyeth is certainly the type of dragon that is easy to get along with. She learns quickly for a green, and has a natural knack for passing on knowledge. Given the opportunity, it wouldn’t be surprising to see her teaching others, especially younger generations. In fact, not only is she a natural teacher, but she also has quite a huge instinct for mothering. However, being a green she knows she will never have a clutch of her own and the knowledge upsets her greatly. She holds a strange fondness for other females.

On the other hand, Tyeth has an incredibly short temper. In fact, she is a bit of an extreme when it comes to emotions. Loving and motherly one minute, it takes very little to set this dragoness off. Then watch out! She has a temper to rival most garnets and she won’t hesitate to take her anger out on anyone around. Loud, proud and not afraid to show who she really is, Tyeth won’t hold back when she gets into a fit. She’s not afraid to use underhanded tactics to get her way either.

Tyeth is a bit of a lover. Unlike many greens, she is not horribly flighty. In fact, she places a fair bit of importance on creating stable and long lasting relationships with others. She’ll rarely, if ever, flirt with more than one male at a time and she will stick to her ‘mate’ like glue. It wouldn’t be farfetched to call her possessive and maybe even jealous.


Mind-Voice:

Oh aren't you adorable... if only you weren't an idiot.

Warm and comforting one minute and cold and harsh the next, Tyeth’s voice is just as unpredictable as her temper. One thing is certain, the harshness of her voice can be a bit surprising to anyone who has seen her gentle appearance.


Inspiration:
Isis

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Secret Stone Blue Cronsith

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{Adoptable}[/center]

[jovia]

It seemed things really mellowed out.. though except for that Garnet and Geso. Linda however glanced over as she saw a green and a blue finally out of their shells? At least the eggs were still hatching and no duds yet. More and more of the Dragonlings were hatched and impressed with so little eggs and non impressed ones left. Part of her did feel a little sad, but then again it happened right?

Slowly with Nai she walked further away from the fighting as well, gently clapping for each impression though now. Seriously it looked like things really calmed down... It was like night and day for the hatching? Or was it just all the troublemakers came out at once and now just the nice ones.

[Ensign]

Nai watched the green and blue with passive interest. The green was certainly a lovely specimen. All curves and finesse. Far more lady-like than she, but aesthetically pleasing to be sure. However, the green quickly moved off in the direction of the boys, so Nai presumed it was not to be. Only a minute or two later her suspicion was confirmed when it Impressed to a lad she didn't know.

Nai turned her attention to the blue, who also quickly Impressed. "Well, I guess things are speeding up. A bit at least." she glanced at Linda, wondering what the Healer was thinking. "I hope that egg is alright. The one that the blue ran into. I don't know much about dragon eggs..." she bit her lip lightly, hoping the egg to be alright. Not even one egg could afford to be lost!

[Zirin]

J’degar was taking little solace from his friend’s words, but the idea of fellis to drown out the memories sounded nice… beyond nice. If he lost Assaila too, he just didn’t know what he was going to do. Then though, the comforting words from Iro switched into a confused mumble of his name and J’degar glanced up tiredly in time to see the whirling eyes of a Topaz on the sands. Who the shards had impressed the sub-queen? That was when the cook stood up and, in complete shock, J’degar watched the man basically throw himself off the stands to land with a sickening crunch. The idiot!

Yet, despite how upset he was about the green, J’degar couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Iro, crazy, high-off-his-rocker Iro, Impressing a sub-queen of all things. A look of horror crossed the brownrider’s face. Oh shards… one day Iro, or rather, Iro’sis, would be his boss! His head went back into his hands, and it was only the fact his son was still on the sands that kept J’degar in his seat.

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Aridani was surprised by the sheer number of stands impressions going on at this particular hatching. Why weren’t any of these people properly searched and on the sands? Or had it been some obscure drop of luck that so many of the older men and women were being given a shot. Well, weirder things had happened before. The mute harper vaguely recalled the impression of a bling girl a Turn ago.

She wondered what it would be like to feel the presence of a lifemate in her mind, but for the most part Ari was content. She had her flit, her son, and her music, and as long as she could continue to play, that was all that mattered.

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Firo was getting frustrated now. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to impress but being so coldly rejected by every single egg was just frustrating! There was no way he was lesser than any of the girls who had impressed, and the topaz had even impressed some old man from the stands, so why hadn’t HE impressed?

He glanced over at Linda, taking a weird for of satisfaction from the knowledge she was still standing as well. When two more hatchlings joined the sands, his hopes came up again. The green was even coming right for him! Oh… no just the boy beside him. Shard it all! He didn’t care to impress anyways!

[Kitsuneko]

Another egg from Izanycorth's clutch was hatching, and it revealed a lovely, very feminine-looking green, and she looked quite aware of it, too. She was soon joined by a blue from Kayath's clutch. R'hard was surprised to see which egg he had come from; the size of the Secret Stone egg had made him think it held something a little larger. This hatching was just full of surprises.

He watched as the blue stumbled over his rider, and then the green chose one of the boys as well. He also shot the occasional glance of worry at the garnet, who was still chasing one of the candidates. AT this point they'd be lucky if the Hatching ended without anyone dead or maimed.

[EVENT]

The Healer Egg was not happy when a tail whipped across it, creaking a spider-webbing of cracks along the shell. The dragon inside had been waiting for the perfect moment to emerge, but now it was being rushed! That simply wasn't fair! It wanted to take it's time and make a spectacular entrance!


The egg did not move for a good few moments, until the cracks gave way, causing a bright amethyst tail to appear. The Healer Amethyst [/color]squawked, and tried to pull her tail back inside, and though her movements were graceful, the rest of the shell collapsed around her, and she was left standing awkwardly, shaking bits of shell from her dainty body.

Looking around, the Healer Amethyst[/color] looked for the one that had cracked her shell, but she had no way of knowing which of her siblings or cousins it had been! She was on the sands with the Soaring King Garnet[/color] and the Streams of Life Blue, however. Looking at the angry form of the garnet, the Healer Amethyst[/color] decided she had better get a move on and find Hers quickly!

When she moved towards the Candidates, it was almost as if she were dancing, her feet barely touching the ground. Incredibly graceful, the Healer Amethyst[/color] did not bump or scratch any of the Candidates as she wound her way first through the females, then the males.

Finally, she sad down with a brief snort of derision. None of these would do! None of them had any love of music at all! She doubted if any one of them could carry a tune at all. But... what was that, there? The Healer Amethyst[/color] stood up rather suddenly, her eyes swirling in a rainbow of colours as she called out to Hers.

AridaniMine! Why are you not down here, on the sands, with me, your Simenath! You have the gift of music, Mine, and that is what I love! But there is no time for music now. Your Simenath is hungry, AridaniMine. Will you please feed me?[/color]

The Puff of Smoke Egg, which had been wiggling back and forth slowly for quite some time now and finally the hatchling within had managed to create a sizeable hole from which it seemed to simply slip out of out like a breath of fresh air. There was a frailness to her form, and it certainly looked like she was too dainty to be very strong, and yet she stood with a subtle grace. The Puff of Smoke Green took all of two steps before fumbling slightly, one of her ankles giving out and causing her to trip and fall into the sand.

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Healer Amethyst Simenath

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Impressed To: Aridani
Pronunciation:
Rank: Amethyst
Size: 16.7 Feet (3.3 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
440e62
5f5aa6
cfb6e5

Appearance:

Simenath is a dainty little dragon. There isn’t much muscle to her form, and what is there will remain forever lean , giving her a rather feeble appearance. She’s not to be underestimated though, she’ll quickly learn how to put those muscles to good work. She has abnormally wide hips for an amethyst, and her legs are long. Much like her legs, her wings and tail share a similarly long appearance. Her face has a gentle softness to it.

Her hide is a rich purple in color, fading to a faint blue on her wing tips and the inner sections of her sails. The same blue can be seen running along the area of her back where her membrane touches her body. It also runs from her nose along her spine, fading away at just past her rump. A stripe reaches down over her eyes ends in two swirls along her cheek. Her belly and under jaw and neck are a bright, strong white. Her feet as are also white and the front sections of her legs are as well. The white tips of her headknobs stand out against the dark purple of her hide.

Simenath is the epitome of grace. A dancer in dragon hide, every move has a pointed beauty and subtle strength. When this lady walks, she almost seems to do it on her toes rather than her feet and she keeps her muscles taut and her limbs pointed when she moves. An expressive dragoness, Simenath’s every word is bellied by her movements. A lover of dancing, this amethyst will quickly learn to use her wings and tails like props to her dance.


Personality:

Music lover, easily influenced, respectful, carefree

Simenath is a lover of the arts. To her, the act of singing and dancing is the most wonderful, free thing in all of Pern. She is a rather carefree, bubbly amethyst. She’ll take any opportunity to stop and listen to music or watch dancers, even at the expense of her other duties. You could call her air-headed, and in a way she is. Like most amethyst’s, Simenath can be rather dim-witted at times, though she tries her hardest, she really does. She also understands the importance of respect, and with a brief reminder from her rider she is generally good at knowing when to stay serious, even if she sometimes forgets.

This amethyst loves to learn. She likes to ask questions to the point of annoyance, then ask them again because she forgot the answer. Hers will have their hands full keeping her on the right track with her questions but, concentrated repetition will eventually work out. Once the information has sunk into this amethyst’s mind properly it’ll stay there.

Simenath is rather strange at times. Being the music lover she is, this amethyst is actually rather weak to the influences of music. Cheerful tunes will have her bouncing around, lonely tunes will have her moping and depressed, and love songs will have her talking about cuddling within moments! If there’s one thing Simenath’s rider will learn quickly, it’s that this dragoness has an incredible soft spot for blue. No matter their positives or negatives, if his hide is blue he’ll have an automatic friendship in Simenath’s mind.


Mind-Voice:
Oh~ Listen to that vibrato...

Like the tinkling of a bell, Simenath's voice is clear and melodic. Her volume moves with her emotions, growing louder in moments of extreme feelings and softer when she's calm.


Inspiration:
Hathor

[Ensign]

Nai tracked the newborn Amethyst out of its egg. "Well, it appears to be alright." somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if this dragonet might Impress Linda. She'd heard some people call it the 'healer egg'. Though she had no idea where on Pern they came up with these names. Healer egg, a Healer... seemed to fit.

Nai watched the Amethyst as it headed towards the female and then the male Candidates. That could be a good sign, seeing as she and Linda were still a bit away from the pack! Maybe it would head here next!

Bummer...

She thought to herself as the Amethysts eyes went rainbow with happiness. It wasn't a sure-fire guarantee, but it seemed the Amethyst had Impressed. She couldn't tell who. 'Oh... another Stands Impression. Is that really common? I didn't think it was... I thought dragons Searched people...' she wondered to herself. Nai was glad she hadn't said anything directly to Linda at that point, keeping her from being disappointed.

Next hatched the Green, and Nai had to smile a bit. It was a little smaller, weaker, but maybe it'd come around. Then she saw the dragonet stumble, its ankle giving out. "Poor thing. I don't think it tripped. I think somethings up with its ankle..." she said quietly. Nai didn't move though. She wasn't sure she even could. Standing was about her limit at the moment.

[Zirin]

She really didn’t like that the garnet and boy were doing something so dangerous! Aridani could feel her entire being tense with worry and… anticipation perhaps? There was a strange excitement in watching a hatching. Every impression and every event was inspiration for a melody, and even the bloodshed and sorrow. The next egg to hatch caused her to smile warmly, wondering what it must be like for the dragonets to come crashing into the world, surrounded by hundreds of waiting viewers. Hopefully this awkward little hatchling would have as much luck as the rest would have in finding a partner.

This time, when the amethyst failed to find a partner among the candidates and turned to the stands, Aridani didn’t feel very surprised. Many of the hatchlings seemed to be favoring the stands this time, and Ari began looking about to see who would be the lucky one to impress the little beauty. AridaniMine! Why are you not down here, on the sands, with me, your Simenath! You have the gift of music, Mine, and that is what I love! But there is no time for music now. Your Simenath is hungry, AridaniMine. Will you please feed me? The harper blinked in surprise at first simply thinking she was imagining it. Oh you poor thing. I’m not yours little one, I can’t even speak. She thought to herself, smiling sadly down at the dragoness. Surely Simenath would understand that there was someone out there for her.

Oh AriMine, I can hear you just fine, and what a pretty tune you have in your mind. I would love to sing with you, Mine, but I really can’t hear much past the rumbling of my stomach… Aridani’s eyes opened wide. Had Simenath just… heard her? Truly heard her thoughts? She felt a rumble of amusement as the amethyst’s mind merged with her own, and the mute girl couldn’t stop the tears from dripping silently down her cheeks. She tore down the stands, running to meet her tiny dragon as soon as she could. Oh Simenath! You can hear me, you really can my beautiful little Simenath! Dropping to the sands, she wrapped her arms around the tiny dragon and cried.

[Wish]

Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know

It was easily seen that the starting of a smirk that had impishly begun to play across Miyaka's features only grew as the events went on, and an approving gleam in her eyes only shined brighter as the foolish candidate was tossed aside like a plaything that the WeyrKing had finally become bored with. Oh yes, this would be interesting, if not for now, definitely for after.

The white haired healer-candidate didn't bother with moving to help even now that the girl was partially out of harm's way, it after all had never been about whether or not the risk was too great. No, it had been about the minor fact that the candidate had been nothing less than a fool and deserved any and all punishment that came along with those actions.

So, as common was for Miyaka whenever she became disinterested in someone or something, she turned away from it and ignored it with a blatant sigh and crossing of her arms. There were hatchlings to watch, particularly that Bronze and his Topaz sister. Did the candidate's eyes stray over to the Sub-Queen, and did she idly wonder if perhaps the orange and red hatchling was for her?

Nope, not one bit, Miyaka neither had those sort of delusions of grandeur nor did she care for them. The Bronze? The thought was entertained, but also quickly dismissed. Kings simply did not choose females, and unfortunately though this one seemed more devious than the rest of his color at Trelis Weyr, he also most likely would be vain enough to only choose a male.

Naturally, this left Miyaka with only one dragonet left on the sands, the Green. Which...also was boring to her. Sighing, the candidate closed her eyes and shook her head. This was just too much; not because of overwhelming emotions as seemed to be taking over other candidates, but because it was too much of stop and go melodrama.

When is this getting over? Maybe if it's quick and these brats stop acting so immature and just find Theirs then they'll get over it and impress and we can go back in time for me to get drunk on some nice Benden Red....maybe put something in that silly Cook's drink too, Ar'rex's as well, that would be fun.

However, her mental plans of causing some sort of torture to the poor men of Trelis Weyr was stopped short as a soft sound invaded her ears. What was it? Breathing? Yes...breathing. Miyaka opened her eyes, the dark irises becoming engulfed by even darker pupils as they widened in response to the momentary fear of coming face to face with the Bronze she had been watching so amusedly before.

Without knowing when or how, she was on her back, the young King straddling her and his tail lashing delightfully as if this was some sort of game...except that game apparently involved fangs that flashed in front of her face and talons that hovered above her ready to be brought down onto her pale skin.

Feel the fire he's entered the ring.
His mindset only knows how to win.
This Danish fighter will break you in two.
You will feel all his power.

Breaking your record and breaking your bones.
Born a warrior, with a code.
A champion feeding your face with a fist.
You will feel all his power.

M'ka - Miyaka, your Tennath is displeased to find that his is such a week, soft female such as you. You best prove you are as great as he if not greater. Come M'kaMine. It is time for me to eat. NOW!

The candidate turned weyrling blinked up at the young King as his voice slid into her mind, caressing the contours of her thoughts and drawing them out into a response of her own. .....Tennath.....DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME M'KA!

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she brought her hand back and struck the Bronze against the side of his cheek, the pain reflecting against her own as he looked back at her with quickly spinning yellow and red eyes. However, instead of become taken aback by the action or even angered by it, the King simply crooned in a purring sort of way, his tongue snaking out to lick the girl's cheek where the fall had cut the skin.

Well now my little bird, I do believe I will call you what I wish. It is nice to know that you have some fight in you though. However....hit me again and we will have problems. Have I made myself clear...M'ka?

Miyaka shoved her hands up against the large bronze, not caring in the slightest that he was too heavy to really be going anywhere. "Oh, I'm clear about the fact that you're a sharding bastard and need to get off of me you overgrown Flit!"

Her voice dripped a venomous tone as she spat the words, and the King only pricked his talons against her skin lightly, a joyous croon bubbling from his chest and barking out into a warble as she continued to struggle. It hurt him too yes, but a little pain was nothing, this was fun. The hatching of his Garnet siblings however was enough to cause him to break his concentration and Tennath looked over his shoulder in time to see the red hatchling going after a few candidates.

He copies me...he only does what I did...and he fails at it yes? He is not nearly as good a warrior as I am! I am a King!

Tennath's low hiss was cut short however as Miyaka squirmed free from his grip. "Yeah, yeah, like I sharding care. Follow or don't Bronzer....I'm getting cleaned up and you're stomach ain't waiting for you're 'Holier than thou' attitude for much longer I can assure you." Rolling her eyes she brushed off the sand from her torn robes and marched past the accusing stare of some nearby male candidates, narrowing her dark gaze and snapping her head toward them when someone jeered. "What?!?" The angered shout was followed by a trumpet as Tennath curled around her stopped form, the bronze winding himself around her possessively and hissing at everyone around them, nudging His forward.

They will all learn in time...they will M'kaMine.

It's Miyaka...not M'ka.

Before perhaps it could have been little bird...but now, no, it is always M'ka my dear.

Miyaka gave a heavy sigh and shrugged her shoulders as she continued to walk to the tables with buckets of meet, ignoring the dark, laughing hiss of her lifemate.

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not running, it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

[EVENT]

There were only a few eggs left unhatched. One such was the Death Egg. Through the entire hatching it had sat as still as a stone, not wiggling or moving or cracking at all. It simply sat there, as if the dragon inside was completely uninterested in what was going on around it, or even finding its bonded.

Something finally seemed to click to the dragon inside, for as the Healer Amethyst[/color] called out to hers on the Stands, the Death Egg suddenly began rocking. Back and forth and back and forth the egg moved, but no cracks appeared. The egg stopped moving.

A few moments passed before the egg began to move again. When it did, it shifted two or three times before the top of the shell cracked, and a dark blue head emerged, staring up at the sky. Two lighter, gray-blue paws rested on the edge of the fragile egg-shell, and though the Death Blue's[/color] eyes were swirling red with hunger, he did not move.

Whole minutes passed, an the Death Blue[/color] still did not move. His swirling eyes simply stayed focused on the sky until finally he moved a paw down, and stepped from his shell. Though many of his brothers, sisters, and cousins had found Theirs in the Stands, the Death Blue[/color] knew that His was not there, but on the sands.

Moving at a fast walk, he bypassed the female Candidates completely before coming to a stop at Cayin's feet, his eyes swirling rainbows. The sky is unusually bright today, C'yinMine. Unusually bright. Why do you not touch your Jalith's egg, Mine? This, you must explain to me. You must also please explain the hunger in my belly, if you can?[/color]

As the Death Blue took his sweet time leaving his egg, the Puff of Smoke Green had been taking her own sweet time looking at her ankle, her tail twitching constantly as she observed. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it, as far as she could see anyways, but every time she tried to put weight on it, it hurt. How very strange… Perhaps she should go and find Hers… maybe Hers would know what to do? After a moment of tentative trying, the Puff of Smoke Green finally stood, keeping her weight off of her ankle and taking tiny steps towards the candidates. So small and graceful were her steps that, coupled with the surprising speed she seemed to move with, it almost looked like she was gliding along the sand.

She knew there was someone out here for Her. That person she remembered as an egg. She knew that person was meant for her. Her bonded would be waiting for her. The Puff of Smoke Green made a sad noise, wondering where exactly that person was. The sound, though not quite a croon, was oddly musical in its tone, a song of longing, of seeking. Oh, there she was! The moment her eyes fell on the girl, the Puff of Smoke Green knew she had found the one she was searching for. Like a long lost lover, the dragoness reached out her mind, her eyes whirling with rainbows as her mind merged with the girl’s. It was not words that would first reach her human’s mind. No, it was a melody that was heard. The same melody the Puff of Smoke Green had felt in the girl so long ago as an egg.

Hanako, my love, my life. There is such sorrow within you… I don’t mean to bring up such sad memories of yours HanaLove… but your Orphelyth is here for you now. Please my love… it is a beautiful day, and a wonderful time to start our new life together. Oh… but my stomach is quite empty. Do you know where I might find something to eat?

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Death Blue Jalith

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Impressed To: C'yin
Pronunciation: Jah-lith
Rank: Blue
Size: 28.1 Feet (5.6 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
031424
5884b1
3b464f

Appearance:

Jalith is a tall dragon, for a blue. He has a long, gracefully extended neck that ends in a sharp, chiseled head with a long muzzle. Being so tall, Jalith is rather on the larger side for a blue, but instead of bulk it is made up of lithe, willowy length. This is not to say that the blue is without muscle, for he is strong, as is aided by his larger size.

His hide is a dark, mottled blue. Mainly dark, his hide changes colour primarily at his legs, face, and wings. All fur of Jalith's legs are a steel gray-blue. This same colour is found mottled along the rest of his body and along his tail in odd splotches. His face, however, has a more sky-blue to it. Across his eye is a stripe, the same colour as the back of his neck and wings, that gives him the appearance of having on a mask and cape, almost.

Oddly, Jalith habitually looks up at the sky. The dragon seems to be constantly checking the position of the sun, moon, or stars, and always seems to comment on it, as if he is waiting for something. Eerily, Jalith always seems to know the direction he is traveling in without ever having to ask.


Personality:

Quiet, Mysterious, Caretaker, Curious

Jalith is a mysterious dragon, not in that he is hard to understand, but just in that he is often so quiet. He is a dragon who, at least with strangers, likes to keep his thoughts to himself. He often comes off as anti-social, but it’s more that he just simply believes others have no business knowing his thoughts. He is a quiet dragon, even to those he opens up to, and he is certainly not the kind of dragon who will get into fights or arguments with others. That said, if he or his rider are pushed into a corner, Jalith won’t hesitate to show he is no pushover.

This blue has a strange affinity for the dead. He will never mourn the loss of another, save for a brief keen of respect. All deaths, no matter how miniscule in his eyes, will receive a moment of silence from him. Feeding time in particular will become a bit of an annoyance when he’s larger, as every heardbeast he downs will be given a moment of silence before being eaten. Jalith has a need to care for the sick and injured, and while he can’t do much on his own, it’s not uncommon to see him hanging around the infirmary, supporting the injured dragons with his silent vigil, or keeping the dying company until they pass on. In a way, he considers himself to be the watcher or caretaker of the dying.

To his own rider, Jalith still tends to be rather quiet, but he does have moments of curiosity. This dragon has an irrepressible need to understand the hard things in life, and he won’t hesitate to ask his rider question after question to get a solid understanding. It can be annoying at times, but once his curiosity has been sated, Jalith will quickly revert back to his quiet nature.


Mind-Voice:
You must explain this to me, Mine.

Like a sharp bark, Jalith's voice can be rather loud unexpected in the the back of your mind. He doesn't mean to be so loud, he simply talks so little most times that to hear something from him is surprising in itself.

Inspiration: Anubis

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Puff of Smoke Green Orphelyth

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Impressed To: Hanako
Pronunciation: Or-Feh-lith
Rank: Green
Size: 22.7 Feet (4.5 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
Body: 020d0a
Head: 3b6250
Wisps: 4d8467, 4d847a
Markings: 5edb8d

Appearance:

Sleek and slim, Orphelyth is a rather dainty looking dragon. Her curves are smooth, her form gentle and relatively small for a green. She is a lady through and through, from her delicate face to her long wispy tail. Her wings as well are long and thin. Add in her naturally skinny, almost starved belly and there are times she looks almost too frail to go about her business. Her frame is lacking muscle, and indeed this green will need to work hard to build up the strength to do her duty. Her legs are skinnier than average, and will often look like they could never support her, though somehow she is just as active and mobile as any dragon. Her front right ankle, for no known reason, is very weak at her hatching, and she seems to have a hard time putting too much pressure on it.

This dainty dragoness’s hide is, primarily, a deep, dark green colour, appearing almost black when not in the bright sunlight. Her head is a soft, grey-green colour. The same light green travels in wispy lines across her body, reaching from her neck down along her torso and tail. From the very tip of each wing and across the wings sails are another batch of lines that meet on her hip and continue down her tail. Orphelyth’s face and the tip of her tail, as well as the tips of her toes and wing fingers, sport splotches of a bright green that almost seems to glow after being cleaned and oiled.

Orphelyth always carries herself with a subtle elegance and grace. Her steps are so small and dainty that she almost seems to glide along the ground as she moves. This is one dragon that will look just as graceful on the ground as in the air. The only un-ladylike thing about her appearance is a strange quirk. Her tail, regardless of whether she is awake or not, twitches ever so slightly to a constant, even beat.


Personality:

Strong-willed, Loves Music, Determined, Calm, Loyal, Passionate

Orphelyth is a calm dragoness. She is not promiscuous, nor does she have the short temper often associated with her colour. She is a lover of all things, from the delicate flowers in the Weyrbowl to the avians in the sky. She feels particularly fond of huntyres, though even she doesn’t know why. This green is also a lover of music. Singing is one of her favourite past times and it is not uncommon to hear her humming to herself.

She hates pain, or rather, she hates causing pain. She'll do everything in her power to avoid causing pain to others. If avoiding it is impossible, such as when eating, she will try her hardest to bring forth a quick death. It will take her quite some time to be comfortable with hunting however. She dislikes violence and tends to outright avoid fights, or, if she feels Hers is in danger, she may try to calm the situation.

A friendly dragoness, Orphelyth has very little problem getting along in most social situations, and indeed grows quite fond of her friends easily. However, she will rarely go out of her way to help others unless she has been asked to. Call her selfish if you will, but it's not that she doesn't want to help, it's just that hers will always come first. This dragoness takes the loss of a friend hard. She may try not to show it, but there is no worse pain than losing a loved one, and you can be sure she will keen and sing for the dead. Despite her strong grief however, Orphelyth believes one should never look back. She lets out her emotions in a quick, strong display before hardening her heart and doing everything in her power to move on.

Though she may seem soft and sweet on the outside, Orphelyth has a will of steel. Once she sets her mind on something she will do everything in her power to see her goal complete. Be it rescuing a feline from a tree, learning a new aerial maneuver, or rescuing a beloved friend in Threadfall, she won’t give up until it becomes an impossible feat. One such goal is her desire to always protect the ones she loves.


Mind-Voice:

Never look back Mine. Keep your eyes forward and we can achieve the impossible.

When Orphelyth speaks it is like the whisper of a lover in your ear. Soft and gentle, she rarely seems to raise her voice, and even then it almost feels like she is speaking from far away. Despite the low volume of her voice, there is a sing-song tone to it that is pleasant to listen to.


Inspiration:

Orphelyth is based off the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, a tragic tale of love and loss in which the mortal Orpheus, after losing his lady love to a snake bite, travels to the underworld in the hopes of reclaiming his lover. He plays his lyre the entire way and convinces Hades and Persephone to let him through the gates to reclaim her. He is given permission to lead his love back to the surface, but is told that he cannot once look back. He succeeds but as he approaches the exit he looks back in his excitement and loses Eurydice to the underworld forever. Orphelyth was based on a combination of Orpheus’ musical abilities, and the overpowering feeling of love and loss in the story. Her appearance is a representation of the underworld, with the marks on her head being the outside world, and her tail being the lost lover. The wisps represent the journey of the spirits. Orphelyth’s name is a combination of Orpheus and his instrument, the lyre.

[jovia]

Most of the eggs were hatched now, especially the ones Linda wanted to keep an eye on and see hatch. However her ideas of what was in them were mostly wrong. It was to be expected really, it was her first hatching or being around Dragons so much. It just showed her really just how much she had to learn and experience. Nai even went over to try to help a dragon? or she watched on... Linda didn't need to really pay attention now since she seemed to be doing good.

However this rather.... unique hatching was getting to her. There were really too many people around and she had to do so much already. Linda hadn't impressed yet, but she wasn't the only one as she glanced at Firo. A little grin on her face as she turned away, frankly she would have preferred not to stay a candidate with him. But now he couldn't rub in her face that he impressed since he didn't yet. There was still a few dragons around and ones not hatched, nevermind that Garnet that Geso was distracting? How long had it been she didn't know, maybe this entire event was only happening in mere minutes and it just seemed long to her?

[Akira]

Thaden watched as yet another egg hatched. Out of this one came The most feminine dragon he had ever seen. Now he hasn’t seen all that many dragons, but out of the ones that he had seen, he was sure none of them had looked as feminine as the one that was now daintily walking towards the candidates. It had come from The Throne Egg, and Thaden wondered who it was that would be chosen by that little female. He had to admit that she was quite cute, though he was more interested in the blue that had hatched after tripping the dainty little green. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched the green hiss then attack the blue that had come from the Secret Stone Egg. It really did appear that a fight might break out when one of the large mothers hissed and ended the fight.

Thaden was quite impressed by the blue’s courage as he turned and hissed back at the large female. He shook his head then looked over at the green to see that she had made quite a bit of progress in her path towards the candidates. That’s when he noticed that she was making her way towards the males and he wondered which of them would be chosen by her. He didn’t think that it would be him, he thought he was more likely to not impress at all than to impress a female. But then he saw the green sit down before him with her paws crossed delicately in front of her. I love you, my precious Th'en. You love your Tyeth just as much don't you? He heard the sugary sweetness and immediately felt his heart melt. Then he saw that his dragon’s eyes had turned red, and had a feeling he knew what was coming.

And yet you let that blue argue with me! You are terrible Mine! No matter, we can fix that little problem. You WILL be there for me next time. Now come, I am hungry and I will NOT let that blue eat before me. Tyeth’s voice had changed so drastically that it made Th’en flinch. I’m sorry my love, I had no idea that you would be mine at the time. I had no idea that you would choose me. He reached out a bit hesitantly to rest his hand on Tyeth’s green head and gently scratched her eye ridges. I guess you are right Th'en Minelove. Her voice was sweet and gentle once again as she strode daintily alongside her rider. Th’en quickly got a bucket of meat for his lifemate, and once Tyeth had found a suitable place, began to tear apart the meat so that Tyeth didn’t have to get her muzzle dirty.
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Morgause shook her head and rolled her eyes as the hatching progressed. It appeared as though it would be over soon, and in her opinion the sooner the better. She wanted to get this over with so she could get back to her life-long pursuit and love of power. Why on Pern does this have to take so long?! The voice inside of her mind was just as full of venom as she herself was full of impatience. There was little she could do to speed things up though, and she knew it. So she took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. She put on the sweet façade that so many people had come to expect from her, and had actually believed was her normal self. She laughed inwardly at the thought of such a simple disguise fooling so many people. She hadn’t dealt with that many people though, so it actually wasn’t all that surprising.