[Hatching] Happily Ever After

[twisting]

Kuriel watched silently as each of the eggs hatched and impressed. Her chances of leaving Warden’s shrinking with each dragon that chose another. It seems she was correct, dragons dislike broken people. She should have known better. Still, it was an interesting way to spend an afternoon. Kuriel shifted her weight trying to ease the burning heat of the sands. The joy and excitement she saw in the eyes of prisoner and non-prisoner alike as they found their lifemates sent a spike of envy through Kruiel. It wasn’t that they had impressed and she hadn’t, it was that they knew happiness never had.

Kuriel tore her eyes away fro the others and focused on the sand at her feet. There was only one egg left, and she doubted it would run rampant through the crowd. She didn’t bother to watch as the Old Blood egg cracked. It would find a suitable candidate among the waiting masses and she would go back to life as a prisoner. Her mind was already spinning towards the future. The slow passage of equally gray days was wearing on her sanity. She was coldly analytical when she considered that continuing in this life was rather pointless. A life with no hope, no emotion, no change. She would rather die attempting to escape than live this monotonous life. Kuriel was tired, and wanted this whole thing to be over with.

[nemix]

If the eggs enthusiastic rocking hadn't given away just how much energy the dragon inside contained, the way it practically exploded. The dragon inside was a Green, a lighter, softer green than some of the previous with attractive vine patterns crawling across various parts of her hide. You had to be quick to work that out though, Tiael noted because she was off like a shot. There was a brief, enthusiastic greeting and then those delicate little legs were bounding across the sands.

She was far from awkward, no stumbling, just ploughing, not all that roughly mind, her way through the Candidates on an enthusiastic search for Hers. Tiael watched the Candidate line as it became a slightly jumbled mass, wondering just where the Green would sto-


"Oof" She huffed sharply as the rather enthusiastic Green all but bowled her over. As far as tackles had gone, this one was very well aimed. If Tiael hadn't been standing pretty much on one leg, she might have been all right. As it was, the collision and subsequent nibbling was enough to set Tiael flailing, and then clinging to the Green as she collapsed not entirely gratefully backwards, all the while listening to the enthusiastic tones of the Green as they rolled through her head.

Tiaelmine! I am very happy that Golith did not nibble you more, he is small but he is mighty. Your Roseth, she is small too, and mighty, but much more fun. His Golith is not so much fun as your Roseth. Don't you think, Tiaelmine?

The sand, was soft, the voice in her head felt strange, but there was a large smile on her face despite her now horizontal position and throbbing leg. Relief also shot through her system, but she found herself laughing while trying to cradle the enthusiastic Roseth who was shaking the robe at her shoulder now with much energy. "Nowhere near as fun, Roseth. You are, perfect. Just perfect." Tiael said, eliciting a croon from Roseth who seemed to forget the robe now.

The Green scrambled up, head peering around the sands with keen interest. She seemed to be taking it all in, noting who was where and crooning almost sadly when she spotted Snowith, injured but thankfully not betweened.

Snowth is hurt, Mine, why is she hurt?.....Roseth is hungry too, that should be first. Then you must tell me why she is hurt. The Green babbled, beginning to trek across the sands in search of food. Tiael hauled herself up and dusted her tatty robes down. It was a good thing they weren't needed again, but already she could feel the eagerness of the Green's mind pressing against her own. She was worried it would be uncomfortable, instead she merely found it contagious. There was so much energy, so much anticipation of all the things they'd get to do together. It almost bowled Tiael over.

This would take some adjusting, and some time to think. In the meantime, hunger rolled through her and she followed the Green towards the buckets of meat. There'd be time to figure this all out soon, right now she'd fix that hunger problem Roseth was having and then, they could spend some time getting to know one another.

[Scrollkeeper]

(Yet another NPC to entertain you all and fill this post space.)

So...tired. Why the shards was he doing up this early? "Blllllllrrrrrrrrgh," the man growled at the woman. Landon batted away the klah that some drudge who was serving people in the Stands offered him. No, thank you! He was going back to bed after this, at least until Lask woke up. "I don't want it right now. Bring it back at sunset or later!"

"But sir, certainly you wan-"

"No thanks!" the wherhandler batted the mug of klah away from his face yet again. Wouldn't this woman take no for an answer? Little did Landon know is that the woman, was one Sterli, who had had a crush on him ever since he came to Warden's Weyr. There would be no escape for Landon from his stalker. Not now, not ever, until he broke her wittle heart. And knowing the denseness Landon seemed to carry about in his head, that would take a lifetime.

[nozomi]

Another few rocks and the pieces of the spiderwebbed egg began to flake off. A flash of something butter yellow from underneath that dark red shell shifted, pressed out against the walls that held it. The dragon pushed again and slowly, so patiantly, the little thing inside continued to wear away at it. Despite any rising up murmurs that may have occured at the sight of that revealing yellow and gold hide, the dragon held no metallic shimmer, nothing other than the base color to indicate a sharding thing.

Not a new Metallic color, not, just yellow. A pretty yellow, at the very least, with an antique gold chest, buttery legs and a brighter, sunnier color to the top of it's frame, and the entirety of the bulky creature stretched out into a languid twist of spine and slight wings flapping. The yellows tail lashed to and fro, blue-green eyes resting on Leshta first, a long gaze.

The Sea Witch Hatchling turned its back to the goldrider and the other leaders of the prison with a high chin. It hurried not to the grouping of Candidates, leaning it's substantial frame against the remaining few with low, sweet croons. Poor babies, poor precious ones, to not have yet been chosen. Darlings, let the Sea Witch Hatchling care for you.

It did not stay with any of them long, no, but padded its large claws to a quiet frame, the humans head down and away. The yellow sat on the sand before Hers, tail still swishing with sparkling rainbow eyes.

You want this to be over, and leave your Djith here, alone and Betweened, Kurielmine? How cruel. Djith keened to Hers, eyes moving to green and blue. Poor unfortunate soul, Djith is here for you now. She will help you get what you want.

Name Djith

Color Yellow

Fairy Tale The Little Mermaid

Hex Code FFFF33 (I REMEMBERED)

DescSomewhere between a Pink and a Bronze, Djith is an impressive girl shaped much like a certain dominant gold Wher. She is thick, muscular and large even for her color. Her neck is long and elegant despite her size, narrow faced and wings as strong as the rest of her. During flights, Djith will be an absolute pain in the butt to catch - not the most agile, but her stamina is killer.

Personality
When it comes to finding loopholes or makng vague promises for explicit prices, Djith is the true Queen. She can (and will) use those ten mark words to spin heads, twist others thoughts in order to make them realize just how right she truly is. Djith is not above using the same tactic on Hers, attempt to make the human believe just how she can help them reach their goals while using it all to her advantage.

That isn't to say the yellow dragon isn't capable of love - quite the opposite. She has quite the soft spot for Hers and any sort of henchmen she can pick up. When a person starts to do Djith's dirty work, they begin to get on the yellows good side - Djith firmly believes that's where you want to be in life, otherwise she will be making life very, very difficult for the person who has irritated her. If Hers listens like a good little bondmate, they'll get along quiet well.

Djith does not want to rule the world - she doesn't even want to be that strong woman behind the person in charge! What Djith desires is to control the inner workings of the people in the Weyr, to make sure she gets what she wanted, to give Hers a chance to get what they want.

She has her limits. If dealt an emotional blow, Djith will lash out with extreme anger and if the hurt is deep enough (a henchmans death, for example), the large Yellow may even lose her head and expansive temper, involving possible violence towards other dragons or any nearby buildings. When that infinite patience has been shoved over the edge, Djith's anger is a dangerous, hell-fire, and destructive force. It is unlikely even Hers would be able to calm Djith if pressed that far.

On the outside, Djith is a mothering creature, albeit one that rules her little clutch with an iron fist. She wants to take care of everyone, didn't you know? She goes out of her way to coddle those in need of attention, soothe the thoughts of a creature who had a bad day. There is no better way to build up loyal, moldable crowds then to make them indebted to you. Unlike Caninth, Djith's ruthless sense of manipulation isn't easily seen from the surface - who would suspect a kind dragon?

Why Me? Djith wants someone who can be controlled with gentle words and almost-promises, a near broken creature with little issues over treating others like mere pawns. Kuriel, bless her black heart, fits this to a 'T'. Djith is well aware of Kuriel's Dust craving, oh yes, and is not above manipulating her with the possibility of a Dust.
Kuriel gets a hope to get out. Her Djith is no wilting violet, rather a strong willed dragon who will help Kuriel get her position into a place where the human may actually feel as if she could get Dust. Both feel no guilt, although Djith may be able to teach Kuriel the importance of hench-persons and partners alike.

[twisting]

Kureil’s head snapped up as the silky smooth voice meandered through her mind. As she gazed into those rainbow eyes she felt the connection form. It wasn’t all sparkles and butterflies they way it had seemed to be for the others. There was no rush of joy, no elation. Just a pairing of equals or so it would seem. There would be no backing out either way, the bargain was struck. Kuriel did not yet know what her dreams would cost her, she only knew they were worth any price.

The impression past Kuriel gaze down at the dragon she was now to share her life with. It was hard for her, the flush of feeling that came off the dragon was foreign to her. What is that she asked her yellow quisically. Is that you?

That is love, Kurielmine, and yes it is me. She crooned sweetly, You will get used to it in time The sugary sweet yellow brush her forehead against Kuriel. The gentle gesture turning into a forceful nudge in the direction of the drudge lingering nearby with a bucket of meat. You will go nowhere if I starve. Feed me now and we’ll talk more later.

Kuriel dipped her hand in the freshly cut meat without thinking. She stopped with her hand half way to Djith’s mouth. She had obeyed without thought, falling so easily into the pattern of a prisoner. The yellow dragonet snapped at the meat but Kuriel snatched it away. Red swirled in Djith’s eyes her anger rolling over Kuriel, who was dizzied, but unmoved by the anger. Manners, She scolded teasingly. I’m not yours to order around like a servant. She continued far more seriously.

The red swirled for a few minutes more, the slippery anger tumbling around before it faded to a dull rumble. Then, in a flash it was gone, and the sweet was back. Of course, Kurielmine, I didn’t mean it like that. But you are expected to care for me. Wouldn’t want the warden to think something was up. She cocked her head, letting one eye move to take in the Warden, much the way a bird would eye a worm. He is watching, after all.

Kuriel pursed her lips at the yellow. The grimace soon turned to a grin, “You win.” She fed Djith slowly, occasionally reminding her not to choke, a request that was met with disdain. As if Djith were foolish enough to do something so silly.

[Zen]

Well shards. Well sharding shards of doom.

Ever was head-butted by the Brown. It had probably only meant to knock her away, but instead she tripped over one of Milune’s feet as she scrambled to get away from the Brown. What was wrong with her? With a jolt, Ever fell forward on her face, this time remembering to use her right hand instead of left. Even then, her left arm hit painfully, bringing new tears to her eyes.

It is truth that Ever shouldn’t really have stayed awake as long as she could. But adrenaline and a need to show her father that she could do things that she wouldn’t have normally been able to do had forced her to stay awake. Now exhaustion, not to mention extreme blood loss, clouded her sight. She blinked back darkness but that only lasted so long. She didn’t even survive past the hatching of the Green.

Ever, gratefully, passed out into the darkness, the forgiving darkness, of unconsciousness.

[Velcro]

Romethia watched as the last gray to hatch impressed, after seeming to tease Tiael with a nuzzle and some sort of affection. But instead, it chose the boy next to Tiael. It was rather sad, she thought, with a sigh. With so few eggs left, Ro felt that she held no real chance since none of the dragons had even glanced at her. Still, she looked to the other eggs. Two were shaking, and both of them hatched at very close to the same time. There was a brown! That was a good sign! Wait, another odd color? It was pink!

Romethia gasped with worry, as she realized that the brown was headed right towards her. Suddenly, the pink tackled the brown, much too close for comfort. They two dragons, both of near equal sizing, rolled and scratched for a few seconds before the adorable pink was standing in front of her, facing the brown, his stance very... Protective? Romethia was puzzled until she heard the most wondrous thing: his voice.

Romethiamine, do not let him scare you! Your Knighth will protect you![/color]

Romethia gasped, loudly, and the brown seemed to acknowledge his defeat. As Knight turned, Romethia managed to plant herself in front of him, kneeling down to throw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Knighth!" She hugged him tightly, then, realizing he was bleeding ichor in a few little scratches, Ro fussed over him, making sure he would be fine as she could make him for the next few moments, ignoring the increasing growling in her stomach. Finally, Knight had to interrupt her.

Mine... You will have plenty of time to clean and make me handsome later. Can we get food now? I'm quite hungry. After that, I will make sure you are safe and sound![/color]

Romethia blinked at him, then heard her own stomach growl in sympathy for his. "Oh, yes. Let's get you fed!" She left off tending his scratches, and stood, leading him over to the tables with all the meat. Ro paid no more attention to the hatching, so she missed a cute little green impressing to Tiael, and the lemony dragon as well. She was absorbed in feeding Knighth, neatly, one piece at a time. He was so perfect! Ro gushed in her mind, thinking the world of Knighth. He had changed her world, already.