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 [Hatching] His Majesties Dragons, The Temeraire Clutch hatching
Poison-Ivy
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 08:07 PM


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The same stormy weather that had plagued the touching was again sweeping over the weyr. Leneth was safe tucked away on her warm hatching sands, her wings mantled a little against the chill winds that blew into the cavern. It was storming and few dragons braved the skies today, no one was doing chores outside. It was just impossible.

The Mythril shuddered as another bolt of lightning lid up the cavern. G'ren seemed awefully pleased with the strange weather though. Mica said it was because it was a sign that thread was coming.

Yeah.. like that was anything to be happy about.

The Mythril huffed a little before raising her head in surprised. She had spotted movement. The Grey Copper Egg had definatly moved!. She rose onto her haunches, a deep maternal hum vibrating in her throat as she called out to the weyr. They are Hatching! They are Hatching! hurry! Hurry!





The Temeraire Clutch
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xThe Celestial EggThe Imperial Eggx
xLieth of VesrinnMeith of T'miarex
The Dakota EggThe Kazilik EggThe Grande Chevalier EggThe Fleur de Nuit Egg
Fouth of NPC MaleIskeirth of MiluneTriumpath of L'samNuith of V'ryg
The Chanson de Guerre EggThe Flamme de Gloire EggThe Pou De Ciel EggThe Regal Copper Egg
Praeth of BaneLumieth of W'renCieth of S'maronRegalith of R'ris
The Grey Copper EggThe Long Wing EggThe Angle Wing EggThe Winchester Egg
Dulciath of NPC FemaleExcidiuth of LillyPalliath of LillyanaLevitath of NPC Male
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diogenessbeast
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 08:20 PM


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It was such a disgusting day outside.

Windy, stormy.. wildly stormy, at that. It was only slightly less dreary inside, either, with the dragonriders and weyrfolk cooped inside, lit only by candles and glows. Everyone seemed tense, and the state of the clutch on the sands wasn't helping either. You could just tell that something explosive was going to happen.

Loscarth was in his weyr, sullen and growling. Kimba was with him, sitting on the couch and reading a book by glowlight. She would ignore his occasional growl, glancing up only if he dramatically shifted his weight, as he was given to doing.

Quite suddenly, everything changed. He jerked his head up, with an odd growl that sounded almost like a bark. Everyone had heard the mythril's call, kimba included, but the blue still barked into her mind, Quickly, hurry, they're hatching!.

Kimba was already on her feet, marking her place in her book. "This is the most excited you've ever been on a hatching. Nervous because they're your candidates, aren't you?" She chuckled, buckling herself in.

I am /not/ nervous! he snarled at her, but he waited until she was on his back to dash out to his ledge and throw himself towards the hatching cavern, almost neglecting to open his wings.

The wind was immediately biting, and Kimba kept her eyes closed. She could feel the lack of his usual steadiness in the air- the strong winds sent them lurching somewhat. Loscarth managed to keep himself in control, however, and it was only a few seconds and a close-call before they were dashing into the hatching cavern's aerial entrance, almost grazing the side of it with Loscarth's wing. Only then, when the wind had stopped, did she open her eyes. "Nasty wind." she muttered, as the blue hovered down to land on the edge of the sands.

Loscarth, meanwhile, descended onto the sands themselves. CAndidates to the sands! Remember your robes, or I will turn you away at the door! he said, as he moved to stand beside the sands' entrance, ignoring his rider's complaint.

Kimba sighed; this was a strange hatching, with him so possessive. Usually he only cared for the candidates he searched himself. When he was in place at the side of the sands' entrance, ready to screen each candidate that came in, she dismounted and leaned against him. "Good luck!" she called to candidates as they entered; she and Loscarth would stay here, on the edges of the sands, in case they needed to step in.

Hopefully they wouldn't need to step in.



Lily was trying to busy herself with other things. She hated stormy days- Bitra had gotten so sullen when storms came around, and it seemed the weyr was only worse. It made sense, she supposed- dragons were meant to fly, but on a day like today, none of them could.

So, instead, Lily was busying herself in her own quarters.

Today, actually, was special. She had some of her clothes spread out on her bed, and was looking them over and standing across from a mirror she'd requested temporarily placed by her cot. She was shirtless, covering herself and looking herself over with curiosity.

Something had been occurring to her. It had been occurring to her for turns, now, but here, at the weyr.. maybe here, she could do as she pleased. The eggs had noticed it. That gave her a sense of calm, a sense of welcome-- the eggs, every single one she had touched, recognized in her something she had known for a long time, but hadn't been willing to admit.

She wasn't female. Or, at least, she wasn't entirely female.

She wasn't male, either. It wasn't as simple as that. But she didn't fit the bill for being your average girl. The words 'girl' and 'woman' felt like ill-fitting clothes when applied to her, just as much as 'boy' or 'man' would've. And now, well. Now she was somewhere free enough where she could express that, experiment with it.

And that's what she was doing. She grabbed bandages from her bed, and began wrapping them around her chest. Binding, binding down her breasts. Just for curiosity, just to see what it would look like. She didn't feel like a man, but she didn't feel like a woman either, and something, something in her was whispering that it would be more comfortable to alternate her appearances, to present both or either at a whim... And what better day to play with the concept then today, on a day when she couldn't do her assigned chore-- tending to the herdbeasts-- for the horrible weather.

As it turned out, she picked a rather bad day, but she couldn't've known it at the time. She had just finished binding down her chest, and was looking at herself in the mirror, up and down, when the mythril's call broke the air, immediately followed by the candidatemaster's blue.

The eggs! the eggs were hatching! She felt a thrill of excitement, and instantly everything else was forgotten. This was the moment she was waiting for! The moment she still wasn't entirely sure she wanted-- she had come to the weyr quite dubiously, to escape her situation at Bitra. Candidacy had been a useful excuse, but she'd never really wanted it-- shit, she'd been scared of the dragons, and she still kind of was! But that had changed when the eggs had touched her mind, when they had accepted her in was she hadn't fully acknowledged to herself. The game had changed, and now she wanted to impress and that made the game even more shocking then it was before.

She had the candidate robes over her shoulders and was beginning to fasten them closed when she paused, glancing at herself in the mirror. The binding was restrictive on her chest, and she paused- perhaps she should remove it? But no, there was no time! She finished fumbling with the closings, and then ran down to the hatching caverns.

The wind was insane- as insane as she had been told. She was so glad, quite suddenly, that it was only a few moments to run across to the hatching ground. Even then, it seemed like the fury of the world was awake. This hatching was special, she was sure of it, even if that was only because it was the first she'd ever stood at OR seen.

Soon enough, the cutting wind was replaced with a thick wall of humid heat: the hatching sands themselves. She nodded nervously to Loscarth, but she didn't slow her pace until she was in front of Mythril Leneth itself. "G-greetings~! May I stand for your clutch?" She asked the mythril nervously.
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Hannath
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 08:42 PM


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Temaire was startled out of a doze by the Mythril’s voice. There was still a chill in the air being blown in by the storm, and he groaned and tightened his grip on his lover. He didn’t want to get up, it was so nice inside, but a hatching couldn’t be missed. Tem rubbed his cheek against the top of Sam’s head before kissing his forehead. “You ready mi bello?” He slowly disentangled himself, keeping a hold of a hand and used it pull his lover to his feet. “No time like the present, correcto?”

He grinned and led the way to their room. By the time he was dressed and heading for the Sands with Sam beside him, nerves were starting to surface. He wasn’t sure what Impressing would do to him. What they’d learned in lessons, he understood, but he wouldn’t be able to party, or be with Sam. At least not in the way they had been. He stumbled slightly and the ground gave way to sand. He nodded to Loscarth, before standing in front of Leneth. He bowed, “May I stand for your children?”

A shiver danced down his spine. He told himself it was just from the wind. Who knows, maybe it was a premonition of what was to come…
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Eccaia
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 08:50 PM


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Lillyana was in the candidate barracks, working on making a shirt out of that lovely green fabric and listening to the thunder outside. She was talking to herself as usual, this time the topic was about the weather. Mentally she was going over her latest theft and seeing what she would keep and what would be returned, perhaps in a better condition then when she found it. How she could do four different things at once was anybody's guess!

It was after a particular peal of thunder and a spectacular show of lighting, that she paused in what she was doing. The shirt was coming along nicely and if she did a really good job on it, there might be a chance of trading or selling it. Invariably, the topic shortly changed from the weather to the possibility of selling the shirt. She gazed around the room, coming to rest on the white robes that were draped over a chair. She had already decided that there was no way she was going to wear those robes. For one they were white, and white never meant anything good to her and for two, they were white and she never wore white.

I do believe the hatching has started. She froze at that thought and mentally went over everything that had been said. When nothing came up, she gave up. Don't just sit there, GO! "Fine, fine, I'm going." She muttered as she got off her bed and put the shirt away. She spared a glance at the robes then grabbed them on her way out. She would not wear them, but they made a good cover from the rain! "Speaking of rain, it's pouring!" another mutter, then she went out into the rain and to the hatching grounds.

The wind was vicious. A few strong gusts, and she was on the ground before she knew it. Great, now I'm dirty. You'll live. I'm sure I will. Before you get too upset, you might want to put that robe on. Pray tell, why? Because that blue said so. That blue can forget it. She struggled back to her feet and stubbornly made her way to the sands. For every step she took, the wind did it's best to knock her to the ground again.

It was with a bit of relief that she made it to the sands with no more mishaps. She glared at the blue dragon and his rider, they said bring the robes, so she did, but if she had to wear them, then she would forget this whole ordeal. There were other candidates there, so she followed their example and bowed to the mythril queen. Don't forget to ask. Or you'll be a dead girl. She nodded slightly at the self given advice. " May I stand for your clutch?" She asked as polite as can be given the circumstances, "Even if I'm covered in mud and not wearing the robes.." She added quietly to herself. Almost as an after thought, the sodden robe was wrapped around her slim waist and tied using the sleeves. There! Now she was wearing it!
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Posted: Mar 19 2011, 08:52 PM


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Zivah, you should get up. We have somewhere to go.

But Zivah didn't want to get up. It was cold and miserable outside, and she had decided to hide away in her bed for a nap. Only Hestiath wouldn't leave her alone, and after a few moments, she tilted her head and opened an eye. There better be a good reason for yanking me awake. She cuddled into her furs while she waited for a response. But instead of words, she received a loud, lingering hum.

The tin mentally chuckled as her rider grumbled about the unfairness of eggs getting to choose when they hatched. I know sweetie. It's not fair. But eggs are eggs and we must go to celebrate with the rest of the Weyr.

Yes, but you don't have to worry about getting getting wet like felines and canines.

Don't you mean going out when it's raining felines and canines?

Zivah growled and climbed out of bed reluctantly, deciding she was going to ignore her dragon for now. She decided not to bother with a bath, since she had taken one right before crawling under the furs, and instead she brushed her hair and fixed it in a loose, but neat, braid. Decent clothes for the occasion and she was set. Thank goodness she wouldn't have to worry about anything more than that. "There. Is this good enough?"

Hestiath pretended to inspect her rider a bit before bobbing her head. You look very pretty.

Zivah snorted. "Yeah, right." She stepped away from her dragon and waved her hand. "I'm taking the tunnels to the grounds. You go find your place in the rafters. See you there." She walked away from her dragon before Hestiath could make her disapproval known - she didn't like it when Zivah turned down compliments - but she could still feel it radiating through their link.

She rubbed her arms as she made her way to the hatching cavern through the tunnels of Fort Weyr. She only had to go outside once, and she was quick enough to get into the grounds before she got too soaked. Shaking off what moisture she could, the tinrider made her way to the stands, slipping into one of her favorite seats before it could be taken. She ran her sleeve over her damp forehead, and turned to find Hestiath among the other gathered dragons.

Good hatching to you, Leneth. Hestiath bowed her head toward the Senior Queen before both she and her rider turned to watch the eggs and gathering Candidates.



It wasn't his first time seeing a hatching, Lerisam noted to himself as he got dressed. It was his first time standing, however, and it pinched at his nerves. Oh, he wanted to believe he would be fine, but doubts ate away at him, ones that wouldn't shut up or leave him alone. He frowned, but Temaire had hold of his hand and was dragging him in the direction of the hatching sands, thankfully pulling his mind elsewhere. But before they reached their destination, he stopped them, pulled Tem into a kiss, and pressed their foreheads together. "Good luck... mi amor."

He pulled them back into their light jog before Tem could reply, and when they reached the sands, he disentangled their fingers and bowed before Loscarth, showing the blue his respect and silent thanks for being part of their lessons. Then, his attention was drawn to the Queen Mother, and he bowed before her, hoping to radiate the calm and confidence he knew he would need today. "With your permission, I would like to stand for your children today, Leneth."

Hopefully, that would be enough. He refused to let himself think that it might not be. Or what else would happen. Shards, he would be a bundle of nerves if he let it get that far. He knew he was capable of being so much more than he was, but when those little monsters plaguing his mind floated around, it was difficult to convince himself of what he was, rather than what he perceived himself to be.

Lerisam swallowed and pulled his shoulders back. No, he had to be a "big boy" today, even though ignoring the monsters would be near impossible. He snorted at himself, really wishing he could think of something other than what was troubling him. After all, he was at a hatching, and what dragonet would want him if he could turn into a blubbering idiot at a drop of a hat?

Keep those shoulders back. Head held high. Even if you want to collapse, don't. Your Weyr needs you right now, you can do this, Sam. You're capable of more. Don't let your demons win. He looked at Leneth, almost afraid that he might have missed her permission, and he pulled his arms tightly behind his back. Don't let her regret permission, Sam. You can do this.
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Moiya
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:00 PM


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Unlike last time, a certain woman had managed to get herself stuck outside in the horrid weather. She'd been unable to escape the head womans notice and had been dragged off to do some menial chore or another. Needless to say, the lass was not happy. Soaked to the bone, she was tending to the Weyr's herd. The beasts were spooked and nervous. Continueous thunder and lightning had sent them into a froth.

Muddy up to her knees, Milune stood in the pens with a long willow switch in one hand. She was steadily eye balling some of the more skittish animals. They kept rearing and pawing at the air. For once she was thankful of the few others who now came to assist her. Should she have been stuck doing this chore on her own she doubted she would of been able to keep any of them at bay.

A flash of lightning suddenly lit the sky and sent one of the more antsy wherries into a frenzy. It screamed and bolted, heading towards one of the fences. Being the closest, the healer lass dashed side long for it. She yelled and hawed at it, flicking the willow switch out to scare it back. The critter spooked again, turned, and fled back towards the rest of the herd just as she slipped. With no traction in the mud she ended up landing hard on her knees, getting utterly coated.

As one of the others helped her to her feet the sound that every candidate in the Weyr had been waiting for started up. Added to the fact that the candidate masters blue sounded the alarm and Milune was struggling to get up. While she flicked mud off her hands a drudge came running towards the pens and before he could speak she shoved the willow switch in his hands. Without so much as a word she then took off towards the barracks.

Sloshing through the much and being cleaned by the rain at the same time, the woman was an utter mess by the time she made it there. With the eggs rocking and all the fuss going up she had no time for a bath. Pip fluttered around her head, humming his throat out as her heart hammered in her chest. Memories of the past surged in her brain while trembling fingers reached for the chest holding her robe.

The last time she had been at a hatching she had been brutally mauled by a brown. Having hardly survived, she was nervous, yet also excited. There was that slim chance she would be mauled again, but was it not a risk worth taking? What if there was a dragonet waiting for her? She hadn't had the chance to touch many eggs at the touching due to being late, but she still had the right to hope.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Milune stripped out of her sopping clothing and threw it to the ground. It made a wet sucking sound even as she shrugged into her robe, tying it off and staining it in some areas with residual mud. The dragons would have to make due with her appearance. They would not wait, they were hatching and should their lifemate not be on the sands due to some silly thing like wanting to bathe then they would go between.

As an after thought, Milune snatched up a pair of sandals in her hands as she headed for the tunnels. She was already wet and the robe was white. The men of the Weyr didn't need any more of a show then what they were already going to get. This time though, she did not linger in the bowels of Fort. No, she ran. Like the wind she fled towards the sands and found herself there in no time.

Casting a wary eye to the guardian blue the lass dipped her head respectfully to him. Such an odd beast, and so protective. Yet she didn't let her thoughts on him linger. Instead she focused on the sands, idly slipping her feet into the sandals she'd snatched up earlier. Remembering her manners, the healer made a point to bow low to Leneth. She had no desire to be eaten like that other candidate had almost been. "Thank you for the opportunity to stand, great Queen," she spoke to the Queen. After a sufficient amount of time she rose from her bow then headed towards the half circle the other girls were already beginning to form. Hopefully she wouldn't be gnawed on too badly, or mauled this hatching for that matter.

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OOC: Moiya and Moiyask will be posted after the first egg hatches.
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Poison-Ivy
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:08 PM


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iaza13366822204400.gif Varyg iaza13366822204400.gif

He had been lazing about on his bed, not doing much of anything really. It was one of those days where you HAD to stay inside, only to be bored out of your skull. People had snagged away the chores just so they had something to do, so the candidate had more free time then they were used too.

Weither that was a good or a bad thing...

Whatever the case, his train of thought where interupted by Leneths call and the humming of the dragons of fort weyr. He knew the drill.. knew the routine. He didn't hurry but put on his robes in an orderly fashion before heading to the hatching sands, fighting the storm all the way and arriving absolutely soaked...

"may I stand for your clutch Leneth?" He asked the Mythril with a bow




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Daesren had been in the lower carvens. People were suckers for gambling when they had nothing to do and they were easily tempted into handing him their marks for some amusement and a 'fair' gamble. Buisness was booming.. untill the sharding call came.

He grinned and bowed to his customers before running off to his room with a full pouch of marks, changing into his robes. So that green at bitra thought he was candidate material? well he had to see it to believe it.

He frowned a little and Loscarth and Leneth. Really, why should he have to bow for such overgrown winged runner beasts. Well the blue was snarling and the flash of teeth made a good reminder. Yikes!.

Thus he bowed along with the rest.




ad2.gif Leneth ad2.gif

Thank you Hestiath The mythril bowed her head lightly to the Tin in return. Moiya and Moyask would be patrolling the stands, loscarth was at the entrance, the candidates were coming in. So far so good.

Welcome candidates! you may all enter the sands and stand, do watch yourselves though, I will not be held responsible for what happens to you on these sands, its a risk your taking She warned.




iaza13366822204400.gif The Grey Copper Egg iaza13366822204400.gif

It was rocking back and forth almost impatiently, digging itself further into the sands. Perhaps it was just cold and trying to get warm? But no, the dragonet inside was clawing at the shell and fighting its way out. digging deep slashes into the shell with greyish green claws. Ripping and tearing her way out of her prison. Out crawled a green whose hide was two tones of greyish green. Almost the color of adamantium.

The dragonet was to small for that though and quite feminine in her airs. Definatly not bulky or big. She was a good size for a green. But she seemed a bit overwhelmed by the crowd.

In the other pile of eggs The Pou de Ciel Egg was shaking and rocking furiously, it had wanted to be the first to hatch shard it!. It seemed to have some trouble getting out as fast as it wanted to though.
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diogenessbeast
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:16 PM


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Leneth had given permission. Lily smiled nervously, and made her way across to where the candidates were beginning to gather. This gave her hesitation- they were ordering themselves by gender, and where would she stand?

After a moment, she ended up moving to the females, and standing on the edge of their circle. She wasn't entirely one of them, no, but she had chosen to stand here, and the choice was the point. Even if she probably would earn a few stares for the flatness of her chest, at the moment- something even she considered odd, but also thrilling.

By the time she had gotten herself situated in her spot, the greycopper egg was almost done hatching. She looked over in time to watch it's final struggles against the shell, and then it split apart to reveal what it was: a green. At first it gave her pause, because it was a very greyish green, and she remembered learning that there was a color that WAS greyish green but wasn't a green.. those were male, and large. This one looked smaller, though, so perhaps it was a green, and not adamantine.
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Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:17 PM


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See? Nothing to it. Lerisam smiled and bowed his head toward Leneth once more before joining the Candidates on the sands. He turned his expression to Tem, and mouthed a quick "good luck" to him. Lerisam had no idea what would become of them during the hatching, but it had to be good things.

He glanced at the eggs, and noticed one of the ones he'd touched spilling out a grayish green dragonet. When she got to her feet she looked around, almost overwhelmed by what was going on around her. At least to him it seemed that way. Poor thing, he knew how she was feeling - he got that way in crowds himself.

But when he heard a crack, his attention turned elsewhere, just in time to see the start of The Pou de Ciel Egg trying to hatch. It rolled and rocked, each motion furious, and Sam found himself transfixed by the movements of the egg. Whatever was inside was a determined one, and he wouldn't be surprised if it hatched out to be a dragon with a very stubborn nature.
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Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:33 PM


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Godwine hated the storms. The firelizard had taken to burrowing beneath Vesrinn's pillow, and only underneath because she had scolded him about breaking open into that pillow and making an absolute mess of the stuffing around the barrack she was posted in. Coming back from a long day of chores was tiring enough, but to find the little pompous beast cowering in a half full pillowcase with flurries haphazardly strewn about everywhere was downright awful.

So, the firelizard hid underneath it.

Ves was arm-deep in laundry. The wet, sopping masses of the Weyr's clothing swirled about as she lifted periodically to scrub with buckets of sweetsand. Her wrinkled, puckered fingers were swiftly at work, and only stopped when the booming voice of Leneth scored through her mind. The hatching? Now? She was caught for a moment standing there looking at the drudge who was beside her. The boy urgently shooed her, his brows knotted. It was that which caused Ves' reflexes to snap back into action. 

The dark haired candidate fled from the laundry room, calling out apologies as she sped past inhabitants littering the hallways, probably all on their merry way to the hatching themselves. Ves stormed into her room, ignoring the surprised chirp from Godwine who peeked out his head curiously at her. Vesrinn took no attention, squirming into the white candidates robe stuffed into the shelf of the drawer she had known so well. Let's do this again. 

Fleeing to the entrance of the hatching sand was quicker than she imagined, and the brewing storm only pumped the adrenaline through her veins a bit more. Loscarth was there, of course he was there, and so was that crazily charming Kimba. She smiled to both, bobbing her head in a short bow before moving on to bow to the great mythril over her clutch.

"I ask permission to Stand, dear Leneth, at your grand clutch." No matter how many times she had stood at the hatchings here, she never found the right words to nail down the best entrance. Ah, well, she didn't really suppose anyone did. After a moment Vesrinn moved to stand with the throng of candidates she had survived the crazed Kimba with. Now was the time. Really, it seemed all too quick that the first egg split, revealing a green, and already another egg was cracking. Ves never managed to control those butterflies in her stomach.

That was okay though, thy were there because of the thrill, not because of fear or doubt.
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Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:34 PM


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Simaron had been awake since early in the morning, as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual. The music of the impending storm sounded wonderful to him, inspiring him to begin a new tune on his reedy pipes. As Simaron perched on his bed, refingering a line of notes, a dragon voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hatching!!!!" He tossed his pipes onto the pile of bedding, scrambling for the white robe and leather sandals. Already a generally energetic person, Simaron now became a whirlwind of activity, shedding his work clothes and slipping inside his robe. As he hopped towards the door, he was somehow putting on his sandals and lacing them.

Tuner, his blue firelizard, hummed encouragingly from the bed before curling around the set of pipes. The flit was too late, however--Simaron had managed to put on the sandals and was out in the hallway. The hallway seemed crowded with other candidates, all rushing haphazardly towards the sands. Were there really this many of them? Loscarth's voice had snarled through his mind moments before, but Simaron was far too excited to pay attention. After all, Harpers never forget what they are told. Well, sometimes. And then Simaron was outside....

Rain seemed to pour from the skies, drenching him as he slipped and slithered through the newly made mud to the sands. Finally! Simaron stopped at the edge of the sands, making a sweeping bow to the Mythril standing above the rocking eggs. "O great Queen, might I have the honor of Standing for your glorious clutch?" Simaron looked up hopefully, unable to contain his excitement as he grinned. What an experience this would be!
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Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:46 PM


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iaza13366822204400.gif The Pou de Ciel Egg iaza13366822204400.gif

It finally shattered the egg in a tiny eggsplosion that send shards and egg goop flying everywhere!. The Pou de Ciel was a blue with the colors of the sky, it would be very hard to spot him on a clear day if he were flying. The perfect aireal hunters camouflage.

Now for that green who had stolen his spotlight!.

Oh, well it seemed more like the spotlight had caused his clutch sister to act like a deer in the headlights. Well nothing he couldn't fix. He snuck up on her before suddenly screeching from behind her.




iaza13366825270000.gif The Grey Copper Green iaza13366825270000.gif

Oh this was all so scary, so overwhelming.

And then suddenly something screeched behind her and gave her quite a scare. It send her flying across the sands, bowling right into the semi circle of female candidates where she landed on one girl in paticular.

Oh I was so scared and this was all so overwhelming! and that mean blue spooked me! She glanced back at the Poud de Ciel blue who was happily prancing around the sands in victory. He's so mean! you'll keep him from doing that to your Dulciath again right?

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Name: Dulciath
Color: Green
Gender:Female
Chased by: All Males
Clutches: Sterile
Adult Size: 13'8ft long and 3'8ft high [M]
Adult Wingspan: 20ft [M]
Personality: Great Tactician, Mathematical genius, Modest, Follower, Timid, Tendancy to overeact
Mind Voice: A husky female voice
Why I chose you: You are Kind and Smart
impresses to: NPC Female
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Raii
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:49 PM


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It was an awful day, to say the least. It brought down N'ze's spirits, but at least it kept his anger minimal, to his surprise. Apparently, vicious weather was able to beat him down in a way that no other threat was able to. Keveroth, even, had lost some of his spunk. The pair was surprisingly subdued today, but their energy returned at Leneth's call.

Babies! Babies, mine! Let's go see the babies! Please? Pleasepleaseplease? Pretty pretty please with super sugary herdbeasts on top?

N'ze merely chuckled. "First of all, that sounds absolutely disgusting. Secondly...of course we're going, you moron." With that, the man mounted his dragon. The brown launched off of his weyrledge, braving the storm so that they could perch on the stands. They gazed out at the sands. A green hatched first, and she seemed rather shy. Still, she was rather sweet, huh?




Riaren hated storms. Hate, hate, hate! He feared them, actually. It was so dark outside, and the loud bursts of thunder startled him too much to read. He jumped again as his attempts were interrupted, this time by the queen's call. Hatching? He jumped off of his bed, dashing towards the hatching sands.

He bowed deeply before the queen. "M-may I stand for the hatching?" he asked softly. The boy was obviously nervous, from the way his knees rocked together and his shoulders trembled. He fidgeted, and began to shake even more violently as the woman he recognized as Bane appeared behind him.




Bane grinned. Unlike Riaren, she adored thunder storms. Her smile only widened as the call went out. Haaaatching~! She jumped to her feet, running down to the hatching sands. Her eyes narrowed slightly at Leneth, but her smile didn't fade. "Oh lovely Leneth," she began, her voice slightly patronizing, "might I, possibly, stand for your oh-so-lovely clutch?" This was followed with a smirk.
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diogenessbeast
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:51 PM


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Lily watched the little green curiously- the thing looked terrified. She wracked her brain, trying to think if she'd touched that shell-- but she hadn't. She hadn't touched many before the touching had been called short, having preferred to linger at each.

Another egg she hadn't touched was hatching too, and thus she didn't recognize it as having been loud. It split into a blue, and it took only seconds for the dragonet to prove itself loud, literally, outside the shell as it had been, inside it. It wandered up behind it's sister, screeching and sending her skittering away.

Lily frowned; that was mean of it. At least, though, the green was unhurt-- and impressed, she noted with a pang. But that was just the first; there were more eggs on the sands, yet to hatch.
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Moiya
Posted: Mar 19 2011, 09:52 PM


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From her position on the sands, Milune got a front row seat to seeing the first egg hatch. Wasn't she a darling? A little green had hatched and she looked scared. Poor thing, she hoped she would impress soon so that she would have someone to calm her down.

Yet her attention was diverted to one of the other eggs as it too cracked open. Ah, a blue! Yet another fighter for the Weyr. They would need all the fast and agile dragons they could get when thread started falling again. He looked to be the puffed up sort though, maybe a touch arrogant? In any case when he scared his sibling into a hurried impression the lass clapped appropriately for the new pair. Though she had been careful to move out of the way of the rushing green.

What egg would be next, she wondered. Perhaps one of the larger ones would see fit to crack shell? Or maybe the adorable winchester egg? Either way, Milune was eager to see what would come next and was standing on her toes, leaning forward to get a better look at the eggs.

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