//And New Light is Born\\ - HATCHING

[Flame]

It was a rainy afternoon, with heavy thunder, and lightning, but the queen on the sands wasn’t paying attention to the thunder. She nuzzled her eggs carefully as they started to rock. Her head lifted up as she noticed that one of the eggs was starting to crack. Candidates! The Eggs are hatching! mine? Come. Sadrith? Dianath? the queen called, as the green Mirrath landed outside the sands and came in, easily. She bowed to the queen, and moved off so she could watch, one of the only three dragons Athenath would let near. Lilly came next, hurrying. Other dragons came in. The huge silver was near the top, and below him was a scarred bronze. Carenath was nearer to the bottom, being her brother, and one of the only dragons who had a clue how to help heal another dragon. The queen’s being the only other’s who could.

Lokin had been curled up in the sands of her weyr with Dianath, and the surprise was obvious on the blond’s face. Dianath rumbled and moved from curling up around her rider. Lokin had been tired and had gone to sleep on the sands, and Dianath hadn’t felt like moving her, so she’d just wrapped around her’s and also started to nap. Of course the call had the big gold up and out of the weyr quickly. Lokin followed, though more slowly. After all the eggs weren’t hatching they were just… almost there. Candidates! Come! Candidate Master Lilliana Wills it. COME! that was Mirrath, calling for the candidates.

When Lokin arrived she wasn’t surprised to see Roland, in his white shift standing nerviously watching the eggs. Nor was she supprised to see Tymis and his twin Tiaris, the latter looking sullen. Obviously Tymis had dragged his twin with him. Poor girl. Dianath had told her that Tia wasn’t fit to be a rider. She belonged somewhere else. Well maybe there would be a dragon for the poor girl. There was a gold form behind Athenath, Dianath, giving support and watching. She came around, moving so that when Sad came he could be closer to Athenath. Dianath wouldn’t be in the hights though, not this time. Lokin moved to where everything was. She could hear blues and greens flying to the hold and outlying areas getting everyone they needed for the hatching. And she knew that there would be riders from other Weyrs. Benden, Fort, Ista, Southern. She watched as Dianath’s head came up and growled. The wretch D’mar sends his greetings. He has sent one of his lackys to watch. growled the queen as she watched the big bronze fly in up to the highest hights and land, his rider already walking towards them. Lokin stiffened, but did nothing else, keeping her eyes on the eggs.

STATUS # Good
FEATURING # V’ktor
ATTIRE # outfit
WORD COUNT # Something
NOTES # *grin*
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

1. Rainbow Egg Name: Blue Oth to D’mon
2. Demon Spawn Egg Name: Bronze Plallelth to Roland
3. Fire of Joy Egg Name: Twin Browns Thorth & Zusth to W'tior
4. Broken Dreams Egg
5. Dancing Light Egg
6. Sweet Song Egg Name: Green Firoth to S'ndra
7. Glowing Sunset Egg
8. Beacon of Demon’s Egg
9. Dangerous Cliffs Egg
10. Caldron Egg.
11. Black Dreams Egg
12. Flight Egg Name: Black Sparanorth to Desini
13. Eagle Egg Name: Red Ennoth to P'ry
14. Swimming Egg
15. Dancing Egg

[jaenelle]

The time had come. Everyone in the hold and weyr had been waiting for this day...this moment. New dragons would grace the world this day, and with that, a new generation of riders.

L'civer had been oiling his fighting straps when he heard Tyranith shift out of sleep and get up. The Clutch, Mine...It hatches. We must go and watch. L'civer smiled at his dragon and wiped his greasy hands on a clean scrap of cloth. "Alright. Let's get a move on then. We don't have to go and pick anyone up." The Harper made a quick change into his Harper-Blue riding outfit and got onto his great bronze. Within moments the pair were in the air and settling down on a ledge above the Sands. As soon as L'civer had settled himself comfortably on the edge, the tarnished bronze began to hum.

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Daemon was startled awake by the furious antics of his firelizards. Before he could get a word out to calm them, Jasper's voice cut into his mind. Mine. Jade has gone to get your white robes. The Hatching is Upon us! The red's eyes whirled an excited blue. He hoped that his bonded could empress a dragon. It would be so much more fun for him if he did.

Jade came with the white robes and Daemon threw them on in a hurry. "Thanks Jade." The green dragonet hummed happily and said, Come, Mine. I will take you to the Sands. All of us will be watching from a ledge. Do us all proud! She reached out to touch Dae's hand and the whole flight popped between. They reappeared just outside the entrance and Jade winked a blue-green eye as him before popping between again.

Daemon took a steadying breath and with shoulders erect, walked out onto the Sands. He bowed to the queen as he neared the forming group of candidates. "Clutch-Mother Athenath, You honor me by letting me stand here before your children." He righted himself and waited for the first egg to crack. His dragonets and flit were on a smaller ledge above the entrance. The red and green had begun to hum, along with the fire lizards. They all had their eyes on the eggs, and the new lives that were about to begin.

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Sandra awoke by a hesitant prodding of her wher. Sandrask's, the gold queen say eggies hatching! You go! Sun to bright for Sandrask. He stay and hum here. You get white and go! His tone of voice was excited, even for this time of day. But she did what he requested, getting on her white robes and with a final pat to the now humming wher, she was out the door. She made her way through the weyr that was now bustling with life. She heard the humming before she got even close to the Sands.

It felt like the ground under her was alive with the sound of the humming that emanated from the cavern before her. She walked in and went to the now forming group of candidates. She bowed to the Queen dragon, but said nothing. She was very nervous right now. This was the most people she had been around in a long time. So she waited quietly for the eggs to break, mentally hearing her wher humm from their room together.

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Surreal had been waiting for the queens and candidate masters call for some time. She was already in her white robes and her hair was neatly combed. She had just had this odd feeling that the hatching would be today... Her bronze dragonet chuckled just a bit in her mind as his golden form walked up to her. Come, Lady Mine. It's your chance to get a dragon. I know you won't forget your Chaosti, right? The girl went down on one knee to wrap her arms around her dragonet. "Of course not, Chaosti! You will always be my first, love. You know that."

And with that, the bronze popped his between to just outside the Sands. I will be on ledge with other dragonets, Lady Mine. Do me well! And with another pop, he was gone. So Surreal did the only thing she could do. She walked onto the Sands and bowed to the queen as she reached the candidate's group. "Thank you for allowing me to Stand for your children, Queen Athenath." She said as she came out of her bow. He eyes flitted around until she spotted her dragonet. He was humming along with a green and a red that were perched on a ledge just above the entrance. She sighed and turned back to the eggs, almost giddy with excitement. She could maybe get a dragon, if one would find her a suitable life-mate. She would always have Chaosti if things did not go well today. That made it easier for her to stand and wait with the others for the eggs to hatch.

[sanyo]

The Candidate Master's Green's call was met with ready ears. Witortior had just walked out of the shared bathing pool in the male's barracks and had one towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders, one hand rubbing it through his short hair. When the complete message passed through his mind, Witortior moved to his chest, kneeling to grab out his Candidate Whites and quickly don them. Pants first, towels on the edge of his bunk, tunic next, sandals last. He was hoping on one foot when he looked up and found Shanruk gazing at him. Slowly, he stood, rising to his full height, which was just a few inches taller than the slightly younger Candidate.

"Good luck," Witortior whispered as he moved passed the younger Candidate, who also stood in his Candidate Whites. As he left the Candidate Barracks, he found Shanruk wasn't far behind. Shaking his head, the two of them started off toward the Hatching Sands.

As they arrived, Witortior went quickly to Lilly and bowed slightly to Mirrath. "Not late am I?"

[/color] he asked, having been late to the last clutch on the Sands, the one that Mirrath had watched over. Grinning, he turned and gazed at that Queen, with her Bronze nestled beside her. Noises from above caused him to look up and he found that there were dragons in the sky that he didn't know. Looking to Lilly, he couldn't hide the confused look on his face. "Those aren't Darkened Weyr dragons," he heard, looking over his shoulder to find Shanruk not far off. It seemed he couldn't shake the guy. Sighing, he shook his head and began to move out onto the Sands. Shanruk wasn't far behind.

As the young men walked out onto the Sands, they both bowed at the same time, both trying their best to not notice the other. "Such a lovely first clutch, Gold Athenath. I cannot wait to see your little ones in the sky protecting our great Weyr," he said. When he lifted his head, Shanruk was still bowed, though he hadn't said anything. Shaking his head once more, Witortior moved to the beginnings of a male line, Shanruk right beside him. He just hoped that his facial expression wouldn't betray his emotions at having this guy so close[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Flame]

Kick you've got to finish or I move on.

[Flame]

Lokin’s blue eyes watched as others arrived. She had a plesant smile on her lips as she did so, but it changed when V’ktor came up. She was happy to see him, and she leaned back, her head resting on his chest. Her hands covered his, as she watched. She had to break the hold though, for the Lord and Lady Holder had arrived. She moved forward as the red headed woman Hannak called out to her. ”Lokin, Dear. Congragulations. On both accounts.” The blond smiled up at the tall redhead as she hugged the smaller woman. ”Thank you Hannak. Your son is here you know.” Hannak nodded, glancing towards where her son was. ”Looks like he saved us a seat. You and I will talk later at the feast.” The red head said as she looked past Lokin to V’ktor, and of course up to the Benden riders. She caught sight of a new bronze, well built, and covered in scars. She’d heard all about the weyr, she just hadn’t been able to visit. The vivd woman walked over to her son, sat down next to him, and grinned for a second. ”Thank you son, for saving your father and I a seat. Thank you Master Calian for coming with. It’s an honor to visit with you. May I ask how our runner beasts are doing?” the red head was an avid rider, a smart woman, and as she sat down next to her son, obviously his mother.

Mirkan was a bit slower to respond, as Lokin moved to say hello to him. ”Congragulations Lokin. I hope this goes well. Good day Weyrleader.” the Lord Holder hadn’t had time to come after Athenath’s rise, and so this was actually a first meeting for the lord holder. His wife had come, and she liked V’ktor, but she hadn’t been able to speak with Lokin about him. He followed his wife and sat down, watching the eggs.

Z’law came up before she could move back to V’ktor. ”Good clutch. If you want I’m sure between Dianath and Tarith we could get rid of Benden.” that alone made lokin smile a little. As Z’law had predicted. Long ago he’d fallen into big brother role. At least he got to hang out with her. ”No… That won’t be needed. Just be sure that when Mizenth Rises, that Tarith is ready to chace off anyone not of Darkened.” she said smoothly, a querk in her lips telling him he may not win the flight, but he’d be helping. ”Will do, Sister mine.” he said with a bow to her, and to V’ktor before heading off to sit down. Lokin moved back to lean on V’ktor again, her eyes on the Hatching.

Tia caught sight of Mika, and squeeled. ”Look Des look! It’s Mika! You know, the guy I met a few weeks ago? Isn’t he cute?” she waved, not noticing the look her brother gave her. She caught sight of her parents, which sobered her.

D’rian felt…. Lost. He didni’t quite fit in here… at least not yet. His bronze did though. Already both of the male silvers had welcomed him. So had their rider’s welcomed D’rien, but D’rien wasn’t to sure about them. X’lan was married to his work. It was going to take a very peticular woman to get that man’s attention. He was dedicated, and he guessed that was what Darkened needed. Z’law was… well it was fun to chat about anything (usually the women in the weyr), and hang out, so at least he had one friend, but he hoped he’d get more. The Weyrwoman Lokin, had been polite but distracted. Z’law had told him it was because she was with child, which while not odd, he didn’t expect. But then again, even D’rian had to admit that the Weyrleader was hansom, and that the pair of them were a very beautiful couple. He looked around up at the benden riders, mainly bronzes, and browns, but there was a blue in there to. He then spotted REmi, and Mizenth. Galifrith sent Mizenth a wordless hello, and D’rian headed up there, his dark brown hair hitting his shoulders. He had cleaned up a bit, but still looked a bit ragged. He bowed as he got closer. ”May I stay here with you, M’lady? It’s an excilent View, and it’ll give you a reason to pay attention to something else beside the Benden riders.” he was perseptive. Many a bronze rider’s eye was on the beautiful woman. She was smart, and quick. He wouldn’t want to cross her. He? Saw her as a friend, or at least someone different. He was still trying to settle in.

Down on the sands, the Candidate master, moved everyone to their appropriate places. She saw Calian, but she was to busy to respond. Or notice him really. She was admonishing Tymis for his stain on his whites. She’d told him to keep it clean by the egg! Tymis looked down, feeling embarrassed. It was then the first egg cracked. Staning there, in all his glory was a bronze. He hissed as his legs collapsed under him, and he rolled towards another egg, shattering it. A dud. That brought a whimper to Athenath, which both lokin, and Dianath responded to. They both understood Athenath’s fear. The only egg that had hatched at her last clutch had been a Bronze. He’d gone between. But as the bronze tromped over the shattered egg, and ended up covered in egg bits, another egg hatched. A blue! He was also covered in egg stuff, and shell. He stepped on the bronze’s tail, and got snipped at, getting his nose bloody. Athenath trumpeted softly, as the humming from the dragons grew louder. The two hatchings stopped and started to sniff each other. Of course another egg split, this time silently. But out rolled twin browns, they flailed about smacking a few candidates on the way. They hissed as they impressed first, both glaring at one another as W’tior was impressed. MINE!!!!!!!!!! Food? Please? Food? I and Zusth are hungry. Food! Now! the voice was loud and Z’law had to whince. Ow. Ow, ow ow ow. That HURT. HEY! Kiddies! Control the volume! he snapped, not meaning to, just a response. Both browns swept around and hissed at him, before Zusth touched his rider with his nose, then with what could only be to much excitement, broke his rider’s foot. His eyes grew big, and were tinged with gray. Mine! I’m sorry. I’m soooo sorry. I wanted to get closer… I’m sorry! that got a snap from Thorth, who growled at him.

Another egg exploded, covering the candidates in goo. She came out with a wild hiss, and with a certainty that would probably scare many launched herself at Sandra, knocked her over, and growled down into her rider’s face. Her claws were sunk into her rider’s shoulders, and her tail lashed about. I am FIROTH! You are MY RIDER! You are no longer broken, now give me food! You silly Wher are mine to. Come, eat. I’m hungry. the green demanded.

STATUS # Good
FEATURING # V’ktor
ATTIRE # outfit
WORD COUNT # Something
NOTES # A lot going on, just read through it. SOMEONE HAS TO GET HURT PEOPLE!!!! I mean that. It’s underlined, and bolded, pay attention. ALSO, the hatching will continue to progress fast. Even if you aren’t here every post, it’s ok. You’ll still get your dragon.
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

6. Sweet Song Egg: This egg is a light blue with white spiderwebbing all over it. There’s a hint of gold as well. It’s a beautiful egg, with a happy feeling to it.
Name: Firoth
Weyrling’s Name: S'ndra
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Green
Hex Code: 188126
Description: This green is a small one at only 25 meters. Her color is offset by much lighter green… well swirls. They cover her entire body, and give her a dainty look. Her movements are always smooth, though as a young dragon she starts out awkward. Her wings are a tad smaller than normal, which also helps with the dainty look.
Personality: Firoth is a dragon who likes to speak in riddles. Never saying what she means outright, she makes you work for it. Sometimes they are simple, other’s not. It’s all in how you act towards her, and how you take it. She seems’ like a wise Green, always able to make good decisions. She’s the equivalent of an advisor. Smart, and sweet.


3. Fire of Joy Egg; Red, green, and blue cover this egg, making an odd firey feel. Small.
Twin BROWNS
Twin 1: Thorth
Fire of Joy Egg

Name: Thorth
Weyrling’s Name: W'tior
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Deep Brown
Hex Code: 8B4513
Description: Thorth is a hansom brown. Medium hight, and well muscular, he gives off the aura of a warrior. He will catch the eye of many a female dragon. Sadly his large muscles, make it hard for him to fly a Silver/White or higher, but greens are with in his grasp. He will make it into many a Green’s Weyr and keep them company. Randy is one way to describe this great dragon. His brown is a medium brown, with darker points, exactly opposite of his twin. His eyes are a solid gold, like his mother’s, with a black pupil, only changing when under extreme emotion
Personality: he is as proud and arrogant as the great god Thor, and just as willing to fight. He will never touch a human, but he seems to be willing to take it out on any dragon. He is quite unwilling to do anything with the firelizards, and just wants to learn how to fight thread. He is chivalrous, and he is always willing to fly. His bravery will be renouwned. His build make him useful for a wing leader (or second), as does his bravery. He is your typical Brown, which can make him seem arrogant. He’s a warrior, but he’s a sweety in the end.



Twin 2: Zusth
Fire of Joy Egg

Name: Zusth
Weyrling’s Name: W'tior
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Brown
Hex Code: EECBAD
Description: Zusth is as similar to his twin as day and night. Zusth is the only dragon who can use his telekinesis to flip the pages (Other dragons will learn from him I’m sure) and he can often be found reading or doing something like like that. He’s always willing to sit down and chat, and often can be found learning from the human trainers. He will learn anything and his large scull shows the size of his brain. He’s larger than his twin, almost as large as the largest gold. (at least when he is full grown.) His color is pure deep brown with a bit of lighter brown around the wings, and eyes, and he’s a looker. His eyes are a solid silver, like his mother’s, with a solid pupil, only changing when under extreme emotion.
Personality: A scholar to the core he refuses to learn to fight thread. Oh he’ll rise to fight it, it’s in his blood, but he doesn’t like fighting in anyway. Flying is great, but fighting thread? Not so much. He loves to learn, and has a never ending need to learn. He’s caring when he’s not in the middle of using his powers to help him with experiments on everything. A true ‘techy’ at heart he learns very quickly how to fix many things, and how to make things work. Any of his children will have this trait as well.

[sanyo]

Chaos erupted with the Hatching of the first egg. A Bronze was first, who rolled into another egg, showing it for a dud and causing much distress among the twin Golds. Following the Bronze was a Blue, who made the mistake of stepping on the Bronze's tail and got himself a bloody nose. After the Blue was a set of Brown Twins, which instant assualted Witortior's . . . no W'tior now, mind causing not only him but also the sensitive Z'law to wince. MINE!!!!!!!!!! Food? Please? Food? I and Zusth are hungry. Food! Now! he heard, still wincing when he reached out to the larger of the Twins. "Sweet ones,"

[/color] he called out to the Twins as they seemed to circle him before Zusth settled before him and Thorth to his right. Though, during the excitement of meeting each other, Zusth stepped on his foot, causing W'tior to hear his own bones crack while Thorth snapped at his brother. Mine! I’m sorry. I’m soooo sorry. I wanted to get closer… I’m sorry! W'tior heard, before he was forced to lean heavily on Thorth.

Shaking his head, W'tior reached out and wiped the slight bit of blood that Thorth and drawn from Zusth, before he ran a soothing hand over the smaller Brown's cheek. "Let's get you something to eat, shall we?" he asked, already looking around to see which way they should start heading.

As if summoned, I'zon appeared at the edge of his new family, arm stretched out to help the young Weyrling. "They are a beautiful pair,"[/color] the Weyrling Master stated, and with only one other set of Twins before the Brown set, it seemed that Athenath and Dianath had started something within the Weyr. "Come . . . Let me help you and we'll get you fixed up while your little dragons eat,"[/color] he stated, with both Thorth and Zusth seemingly cheering up at the mention of food. With his help, W'tior moved off the Sands, Thorth and Zusth following after him.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Flame]

Lokin nodded at V’ktor and moved quickly to Athenath’s side, Though it was quickly fixed when the blue hatched, then the green, and the twin browns. She gasped when one of them hit into Roland, Desi, and even Tia. Though the first was probably the worst hit, with a long scratch on his head and a broken arm. She was about to get close to him, when she saw X’lan move towards him, Desi, and Tia, asking questions, helping them. She couldn’t hear the words, but she knew them. Roland wasn’t hurt that bad, it was just a bleeder. Desi had a cracked rip, and Tia? Brused. It was a good thing she’d grown up around fish apparently. She’d seen the danger and jumped back, only getting a whipcord tail across her legs.

Of course at the same moment that Perry started to fall, one of the smallest eggs shattered, sending more egg over everyone. The little red tumbled out, and sat on his tail, his head waving back and forth. Then with a snap of his head he pinpointed his rider. MINE! P’rry! Here. Let me shield you. I’m Ennoth. I’m hungry. You don’t hear other dragons, not yet! You are MINE! the red growled as he jumped up, and bounced over to his rider, his nose shoved in his face. He hissed at the other human, sergie.

Another egg hatched. This time silently. Standing there, looking wabbling, was a black. She stepped forward, stepped on her wing, flipped over and landed infront of Desi, looking up at her with purple and red eyes. Mine? I hurt, and I hungry. Food? And turn? Wing hurt. the black said, her voice a bit giddy. Already it was obvious that this black was not a normal one. No other black had taken a tumble like that, and her wording was not as elegant as usual. She cooed, trying to flip over and not crush her wing any more. When she brought it up it was badly brused, but she’d be fine.

Roland was about to step off the sands when the bronze launched at him, landing on his back, and terring into the back of his shoulders. Where do you think your going when you have to feed ME? Come. I hungry. My blue friend can find his bond. FOOD! with that the bronze turned and got off his rider. Roland groaned as he stood up carefully, not moving his shoulders. Benden rider’s started to make sounds up above. As he stood up, they noticed the smiliarity’s between the Bended Weyrleader and the new bronzerider. He glanced up, and limped after his dragon, baffled.

True to his word, the bronze watched his blue go to Daemon, and touch his nose to his rider’s chest. I am your Oth, you are my D’mon. Food now. You help with food! the blue demanded as he wrapped his tail around his rider’s leg.

The tall rider nodded to Remi, and stood next to her, glancing up. He smiled to Keltia, and at Mizenth. ”Understandable. Benden went in the dumps when the Weyrwoman Lessa died. All those years ago. Benden has been loosing control and it know sit. Darkened is showing promise. We are small, but we don’t give up. D’mar is scared that’s all. Good day to you Keltia. Is that one Fayth? She’s beautiful” he asked pointing to her, after Galifrith confermed his guess.

STATUS # Good
FEATURING # Hatching
ATTIRE # outfit
WORD COUNT # Something
NOTES # Lots of eggs. Keep track. 
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

Rainbow Egg

Name: Oth
Weyrling’s Name: D’mon
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Light blue
Hex Code: BFEFFF
Description: Oth is a very light blue dragon. His left back leg is shorter than all the rest, as is his tail. His horns are to long for his head, and make him look very odd. He walks with a major limp, and is quite odd. He has no pain from it, but it is very odd to watch, and can make some sick. Though he has deformities, it doesn’t stop him from flying, And in the air, he can put a red or green to shame with his speed and antics. His grace in the air is something to behold. He’s a small blue, and seems to have the skills of a green. He is 27 meters.
Personality: Oth is a proud dragon. He refuses to bow to adversity. Arrogance isn’t in this particular part of his life. He does hold those who act to arrogant in low regard, and thinks of them as stupid, or idiots. He is finicky about what he eats (Only the best of the herdbeast cattle, or the best of the fowl) and has a need to be clean. Baths are to be had at least once a day, and they take two to three hours. But Oth has his weaknesses. His rider for one can get him to do anything, and if there’s a green that he like she can also get him to do as she wishes. He’s always willing to chat though. To anyone.


Demon’s Spawn Egg

Name: Plallelth
Weyrling’s Name: Roland
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Bronze
Hex Code: EE9A00
Description: Plallaleth is a handsom fellow. His color is pure and clean, a perfect bronze. He… normal. Unlike many of his fellow clutch mates he’s normal. Everything about him is perfect. He’s a large bronze, but not abnormally large. He’s not overly flashy, nor is he to drab. He’s not multi-faceted, or anything like that. He’s a simple sized bronze. He is 40 meters.
Personality: Besides his normal looks Plallaleth is a wonderful friend. He’s chivalrous, and brave, willing to go into danger at the slightest mention. He’ll do anything for anyone he considers a friend. Like many of his clutch he is willing to talk to anyone and is quite open to making friends with non-riders and other dragon’s riders. He’s everyones big brother, and just wants everyone to be happy. He does have a slight temper mainly because many of the reds are hot tempered and get on his nerves.


Name: Sparanorth
Weyrling’s Name: Desini
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Black
Hex Code: 131111:Main Body
7A7777: Wings
Description: Sparanorth is a beautiful black. Her body is solid, and built for the high altitudes she will fly through. She can fly for longer than any queen, or any other black, before or after her. Her wings are a pearly gray, though she’s not a bi-toned. She’s black. Her color is pure, and smooth. As is everything else about her.
Personality: Most would expect Sparanorth to be elegant. Like her color usually is. She’s not. She’s got a bit of a clumsiness about her, though it’s barely perceivable. Her tail tends to smack into things, things like that. But she’s a joyous dragon. Always playful, and happy. She is caring, and always joking around. She doesn’t know what manner’s are, and will just shout ‘ya’ll’ at everyone if she feels she can. She knows boundaries, she just doesn’t care. She is who she is, and no one can change her. She’s fiercely protective of her’s, but can be distracted with food. She’s very… food and pretty sparkles orientated.


Name: Ennoth
Weyrling’s Name: Perry {HAD}
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Red
Hex Code: A74848
Description: A grayish red, Ennoth is… well a bit off. Not normal exactly. His hide is more scaley than smooth, as is normal for a dragon. His horns are longer, and wings even longer, his tail’s a bit short, and his legs? Well let’s just say they are stumpy. He’s not the most beautiful of dragons, nor is he the ugliest, he just is.
Personality: Smooth. This red is smooth. What he lacks in looks he makes up for in personality. He’s sweet. Not firey like most reds. He’s a caring dragon with a rather happy personality, but he does have a temper. Anger him and he WILL eat you. Or scratch you. He’s dangerous, but usually he’s just playful, and joyous. You’ve got to love the dragon with a grin.

[jaenelle]

Sandra watched the eggs begin to break and sighed as others began to Impress. A plain bronze, a light blue...nothing interesting...Untill an exsploding egg dumped a sandy brown nearly ontop of her. She swayed, snarling at the creature that nearly knocked her over. She noticed it and it's twin go an Impress, not watching for the green that had just hatched. She was too busy being pissed at the brown to notice the green before she was pounced on.

Sandra fell with an almost in-human hiss and her hands flew instantly to her hidden blades. But the green, maybe knowing this, pinned her shoulders and arms to the ground with her legs. Sharp talons dug into her shoulders as the green shoved her face into Sandra's. I am FIROTH! You are MY RIDER! You are no longer broken, now give me food! You silly Wher are mine to. Come, eat. I’m hungry.

The newly named S'ndra responded with a curling snarl as she shoved the small green off her, sending the small dragon tumbling across the Sands into another candidate.. She was swiftly to her feet and her eyes were flashing with anger. "Let's get a few things straght here and now, Dragon. You will NEVER demand things of me like I am some stupid drudge. Second, No more of this pouncing. I have to work, and if you tear up my shoulders anymore, how the hell do you think I am going to feed you?" She said sharply, her temper getting the better of her till the over-joyed Sandrask bugaled loud in her head. SANDRASK'S! Is that a way to welcome new Bonded? I am Sandrask, Firoth. I hope we can be closest of friends! I come to see now. Not care if it is day. With that, the huge silver broke off contact to run over to the Sands.

The disgruntled green quickly righted herself, daintily shaking the sand from herself. She cocked her head at S'nrda and chuckled in her riders head. Mine has a feral temper... This will be fun. Now get me some food. I know we will become best of friends, Sandrask. Meet us at the food place. With that, the green walked off the Sands, grabbing her new rider's arm in her teeth and dragging her along to where the barrels of food were waiting. S'ndra was resisting the whole way, trying to wrench her arm out of those teeth without hurting herself more...but to no avail...Things were going to be very chaotic from now on...she could just feel it.

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Daemon watched all the new dragons hatching and Impressing. He was for once not really worried about the candidates. new riders that were injured. His eyes were focused on the light blue that had hatched with the bronze. Something was very wrong with it... It's horns were much too long...and the tail was rather stumpy...but the most shocking thing of all was when the poor creature began to walk towards the candidates. It had an aweful limp! Daemon's heart was instantly out to the creature. One of the back legs had not formed properly, and it was much smaller that it should have been.

He wondered franticly if there was anything that he could do for the poor little dragon as it limped ever nearer. He nearly toppled over when the light blue came to stand infront of him. The light blue came to place the tip of his nose on his chest. I am your Oth, you are my D’mon. Food now. You help with food! The first thing the new rider did was throw his arms around the light blue's neck. He buried his face into the baby-soft hide of his new life mate and a single tear ran down his cheek. Oh Oth... You are mine, aswell as Jade's, Jasper's, Shira's and Blaed's... Welcome to the family...

[/color] The young man looked into his dragon's eyes for a moment before getting to his feet again. He schooled the happy crying from his face, replacing it with a proud joy. He placed a hand on his dragons head and said a loud, " Well, Oth, Let's get you something to eat while you meet my friends. Then I will get a look at that leg of yours. All will be well."

The odd blue just blinked and began limping towards the enterance.Mine, I never doubted that you would make all well. I knew that when I chose you. Time for talk is later. Let's eat and I want to meet my little brothers and sisters in this 'family' of yours. D'mon followed towards the enterance and the food as his flight of dragonets and flits chorused a joyful note before popping between to meet the newest adition to their scaly family. All was well to them, and it always would be if they were together. Nothing could destroy the power of family.

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Surreal settled down to watch the gaggle of new dragons begin to Impress. This was a very odd clutch. Already a set of twin browns, a very deformed blue, a visious green...pretty normal bronze and an odd black. A little dragon she assumed was a red. This was so exciting, but she was so nervous it did not show.

She had waited most of her life for this moment. She had vertually ignored and worked as a slave through most of her childhood. She was a beauty to be sold as a wife...nothing more than a pretty decoration to some holder or crafter...but now she had the chance to prove that she was worth more than her looks, but the waiting was starting to get tot her. She gave Choasti a worried glance as she shifted her weight to the other foot. She golden-bronze gave her his charcteristic dragonet wink and said in her head, Yours is out there, Lady Mine. He or She is just taking her time...WATCH OUT! The speech ended in a shreek as a green tumbled into Surreal.

Surreal fell with a shrill squeak, her arm getting shreaded by the greens talons as she struggled to right herself. She was pinned to the sand by the mass of green and the sand the had sprayed across her was now in her eyes. The green got off after shaking the sand from herself and Surreal sat up, choking on the sand she had swallowed. With her badly bleeding arm, she tried to blink and rub the sand grit that was making her eyes burn. What the hell had just happened?

Chaosti was having a fit up on the ledge, but he was too affraid of the mother dragon to go down and get to his bonded. That green was going to pay for hurting his...not now...but soon...

Surreal got most of the sand from her eyes and the taste of grit in her mouth was making her stomach roll. She feared that she was going to be sick infront of everyone. She breathed in deeply though her nose and spat out as much as she could. Her eyes were fairly clean now, be it bloodshot, but her arm was staining her robes a bright crimson. She spat out a hunk of wet goo as she gingerly got to her feet, her torn up arm held fast to her stomach. She must look horrible, but she was not going to let this get in the way of her chance to prove herself. So she sent a quick thought to Chaosti to quiet him and stood to wait, ignoring the pain in her eyes, throat and arm. She could deal with the pain if it meant she could prove herself...And that was what she was going to do, no matter what anyone said.

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The hatching moved faster. Greens, blues, reds, and even a silver were hatched. Each one different, each one with a louder hum from the mother. The silver turned his eyes on Sergie. He hissed as he touched his rider’s nose with his own. You are mine. I are Rakoth. Food now. I need food. Food. You think there’s food over there? he asked softly as he turned his head.

A fierce blue pounced on Surreal, snuffling her. I am Ialith. Food now. You no jump out of buildings or do stupid stuff. Not smart, kill me. NOW FOOD! No building jumping YOU TO WEIRD DRAGON THINGY!!!!!!! he bellowed up his head snapping up as he got off his female rider.

A red growled his way over to Shanruk and pushed him up against a wall, his head level with the human. You are mine. None other may have you. I am Simath. You will feed me now. his voice was dark, and cold, his eyes burning in a fierce anger. He hissed as he moved away from his rider, towards the food.

A brown turned towards the twins on the sands. His dark body standing out. It’s head wavered between Tiaris, and Tymis, but only for a second, choosing T’mis easily. The cry’s from the Stands reminded the girl that she was alone again, for she felt the brown claim her twin. Come now T’mis. Food, and family. the voice told her she was forgotten, as the dragon chose her twin, she felt her ties with him loosen. Almost severed, but not yet. She backed up, feeling it as a physical blow, and turned, as the rest of the dragons around her chose. She closed her eyes, before she raced off to the corridor. Way from the happy sounds, and the family that she’d be returning with.

One egg didn’t hatch (the other was squished) and the rest of the dragons were impressed. Each dragon carefully fed. Hannak noted how her son stood up as Tia was hit, and she smiled a little. Ah, so there was someone he cared about. Who was the girl now though? Hm. She watched as the girl’s face as her twin impressed made Hannak stop smilling. She saw the pain, and fear, and… something else. Jeliousy, anger. It wasn’t something the girl was used to. Obviously she needed help. She eyed her son, waiting for his reaction.

Lokin relaxed as the last dragon clutched. Yes two eggs were duds, but that was ok. Athenath was distracted by the small baby’s from her own eggs. She felt happy, and she could see her’s and her twin feeling the same. She rumbled softly, touching sadrith with her nose, taking comfort from him. The hatching has ended. Weyrlings, please eat, rest, and be at the feast at night fall! the dragon roard as she moved, over the sands, and out, for the first time in a month or so showing her hide to the sun. She stopped and lifted her head, watching the sun, her rider next to her.

STATUS # Good
FEATURING # V’ktor
ATTIRE # outfit
WORD COUNT # Something
NOTES # Aw.
CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

i]Broken Dreams[/i]

Name: Rakoth
Weyrling’s Name: S’gei
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Silver (male)
Hex Code: 616163
Description: This small silver male is about 36 meter’s long, with a solid blue base. At his extremity’s he’s got dark silver, almost black, and it fades to a light silver half way down his body, leading into the blue. Hi’s tail is shorter than normal, as are his horns, but that doesn’t stop his mental ability’s any. His wings are also smaller, as is everything about him. He’s got a very… off look to him, as if something is wrong, but you can’t tell what. He’s fast and swift, and he’ll be able to catch the queens. His eyes are a solid light icey blue, like his mother’s and only changes when he’s under extreme emotions.
Personality: Rakoth is smooth, always flirting. He is loyal to his though, and will do anything for his. He isn’t afraid to work hard, and sometimes once he gets going he’s hard to stop. He has stamina, but he runs out quickly, so much of his mental stamina is put into keeping his oddly shaped body in the air. He’s a lover boy though, and just wants everyone to love, and be loved, and to give free love. Every female is fair game for him to flirt with, weather she be human or dragon. He really doesn’t care. He does have a more serious side that wants to get down to work.


Glowing Sunset Egg: Orange and Pink, blue, green, and yellow, as well as red, grace this egg’s large exterior. It’s got a feeling of shallowness to it.
Name: Ialith
Weyrling’s Name: Surreal
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Blue
Hex Code: 206EA2
Description: Built like a tank, he’s a solid blue, with big wings, and a big body. He’s built for stamina, and can rival the big browns in size, and stamina. He’s a beauty either way. His head is big, and triangular
Personality: A warrior this blue is, he’s got a slow mind, but it holds facts for a long time. He holds grudges, and is a powerful thing. He’s considered slow, but his rider will know better. He’s brilliant, it just is slow to come out into the open.



Black Dreams Egg: This is a pitch black egg. Gives off a feeling of cold anger.
Name: Simath
Weyrling’s Name: Shanruk
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Red
Hex Code: 650202: Main Body
572F2F: Underpattern
Description: Simath is a beautiful red. He’s medium for a red, at 20 meters. He is a dark dark red, but his under patter, of small lines, is even darker, with a grayer tint. He’s handsom, with only one problem with having a slightly sorter front right leg. It’s nearly imperceptible when he’s moving, and only if you really look for it do you notice that he’s not sitting flat. In the air, it doesn’t’ t matter. He’s a powerful flyer, and stronger than most reds. He can fly longer, but no where near as long as a blue.
Personality: Simath’s anger is a cold one. Only flairing after a lot of pushing. And even then… most don’t even know it. He’s not easy to control, wanting to attack anything that anger’s him. He’s otherwise smooth. Nothing bother’s him. He’s just… There. Except when he IS. He’s a dangerous dragon, and only the fact that he’s surrounded by humans and the fact that his mother and aunt would eat him alive if he did hurt a human keeps him from killing them every time. Of course he’ll listen to his rider, but he’s a hand full.


14. Swimming Egg: Watery, greenish, blue, brown. Solid feeling to it.
Name: Nagieth
Weyrling’s Name: T’mis (Tymis [AC]) {HAD}
Birthdate: Early Summer
Color: Brown
Hex Code: 6F2E05
Description: Smooth and graceful, this brown, is built like a fighter jet. His movements are always clear, and smooth. This brown is a smooth color, with no defalts, in his hide, or his build. He’s solid brown. He moves swiftly In the air and on the ground, and his head is a bit larger than normal, but that just shows his smarts. He’s big. Bigger than normal. 45 meters. As big as a mid sized bronze.
Personality: Chivalry. Oh yes, this brown is all about being nice, and polite. And protective. He’s a Gentleman. That doesn’t mean sissy. He will take you up on a challenge if he so cares to. And he will do it with relish. He’s good with the ladies, charming all from black’s to greens, and back to golds, and silvers. He’s a bit of a player, but not much. And once he get’s a lady he keeps her. Some would think this brown is a bronze, but he’s not. There’s nothing metallic about this big dragon.

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Hatching Over. Add your stuff, and please don't complain. You get the dragon you get. I fit personality to personality, so if you didn't get a shiney, it's because your chareacter didn't fit my shiney's. Thanks. There will be a hatching feast with in the next few days.